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No money, no choice

The Auction House was known as just that, as it was vital to keep its identity confidential. It handled a specialist sale, where bidders were there by invitation only. No letters, cards, or advertising was needed. Emails were sent at the last minute to discerning clients, informing them of the time and place.

Those in the know held onto the privilege, doing everything in their power to attend, even if it meant rearranging an important schedule. For some it was the wishful idea of a perfect purchase, and others just liked the vicarious thrill of being there.

A lucky few were able to purchase a valuable and rare object. Once obtained, it had to be kept in a rarefied environment, and maintained to a high standard. A slave isn’t just for Christmas, it’s to keep until you get bored with it.

Some slaves had to be trained, or re-trained to a master’s requirements. Others came fully trained, needing nothing more than instructions on how to perform obediently to a master’s particular needs.

The venue changed from place to place, with a large truck hauling the props, much like a travelling show. Moving around was a part of the strict security needed, to maintain privacy and keep a low profile. Wealthy clients could indulge themselves discreetly, while the women on sale maintained their anonymity.

Everything was ready. Front of house had been arranged, with chairs set out for bidders, and the well built security guys had set-up the small stage. The four rooms used behind the scenes were also ready, so they just had to wait for the women and an audience to arrive.

***

‘Don’t worry, stick close to me, you’ll soon pick it up. I’ve worked here long enough to know what’s what. It’s busy this evening with so many women in the auction, though most of them are regulars, so won’t need much attention,’ Ceejay reassured the new girl.

‘My uncle explained what happens, but I don’t understand why they do it,’ Jilly asked, with a look of curiosity.

‘All kinds of reasons, and you’ll soon find out. Don’t ask them, as they can be very sensitive, especially if it’s a first time. If they want to talk, try not to get involved as we are far too busy,’ Ceejay warned.

‘OK!’ Jilly nodded her head, still looking bemused.

‘Go check the stage, we don’t want anything to cut the women’s feet. A loose bolt under the carpet can trip them up,’ Ceejay told her new assistant.

Jilly sat on a sofa in the reception room, familiarising herself with various forms. Each woman would have to complete and sign one. When first reading through it, she had been shocked over some of the options. The paper trembled, displaying her first night nerves.

In the examination room, Ceejay was laying out some peculiar looking instruments. One of them was a long bar of metal, with graduations marked along its length. The instruments were much the same as used by jewellers to measure rings. Jilly hadn’t dared ask what they were for.

The holding area had been set up with sets of securing chains and cuffs. The slaves were held there after the hammer dropped, to await payment and collection by a new owner. The cuffs and chains were there to ensure the purchased slave didn’t get cold feet, and try to run off.

The reception area where slaves entered, was more comfortable, with sofa’s, and tables with mirror’s, for the women to prepare themselves. If they had more staff, as Ceejay wanted, they could have given the women a make-over. Fixing make-up to suit the slave’s specifications would increase the bidding price. This would enhance the profit, and their commission.

Just behind the small stage was a waiting area, with a toilet behind a curtain. For last minute nerves, Ceejay had explained. The last thing she wanted was a frightened woman urinating on stage.

Jilly bundled up the paperwork with a few pens. She felt nervous, and was warned not to show it. The last thing Ceejay wanted was for the women to pick up on it, and become too highly strung. Hysteria would cause havoc to a well planned evening.

***

The first to arrive looked over forty, which surprised Jilly. The woman was smartly dressed, in expensive designer clothes. Jilly introduced herself, and offered the woman a glass of wine. She was tempted to ask why the woman was there, with curiosity nearly getting the better of her.

‘My name is Caprice, I believe you have documents for me to sign?’ she stated.

Jilly handed her a clipboard with the pre-prepared forms, which the woman had completed online.

‘Please read through this, and change anything you need to. When happy with the terms and conditions, please sign each page. Would you like some help with it?’ Jilly asked.

‘No! Just leave me to it,’ the woman crossly spoke.

‘When you’re ready, let me know, and I’ll take you to the examination room,’ Jilly said.

She was trying not to be offended by the woman’s haughty attitude, putting it down to nerves. Ceejay explained gaziantep escort most of them would be nervous, and it was this woman’s first time.

Caprice had been a fashion model, some years ago. Drink and drugs had mercifully spared her looks. The jet-set lifestyle hadn’t spared her bank account, leaving the onetime wealthy woman penniless. Thinking something would turn up, she tried to maintain a large house, even when the lavish lifestyle couldn’t be. A rich husband hadn’t come along to the rescue, so there had been no other option.

She walked out of the repossessed house into a waiting taxi, which drove straight to the Auction House. There was nowhere else to go.

The modelling business was for young girls, not a forty-eight year old woman. Even the escort agencies weren’t interested. Even if they had been, entertaining a different man every night was most unappealing, and would only just pay enough to meet the running costs of the mansion.

Learning what one man wanted could be just about tolerated, if she thought of it as a marriage. Relationships had come and gone, yet marriage had escaped her. So there she was, all alone in life. Determined not to feel sorry for herself, instead, she was feeling self-determined, and ready to face a new challenge.

A bit of a contrary attitude, she thought, and smiled. Being a self-determined person, yet readying herself as a slave for a master, revealed a twisted way of thinking. Or was it pure desperation.

Most of the items on the list couldn’t possibly be ticked. Knowing they would increase her value didn’t help overcome the revulsion. Her anus was NOT on the menu. It was a long time since giving deep throat, but she ticked the box anyway. Surely she was too old for some of the filthy games listed. After all, it would be someone mature who purchased her. The man would be rich, and she hoped he would be decent and respectable.

She had left this desperate plan too long, so ticked another box to increase her worth. Just one weekend wouldn’t be enough. The pen hovered over a full week. In resignation she wrote a three in the box for how many months of servitude she was prepared to endure.

After signing each page, to indicate agreement to the terms and conditions of her sale, the form was complete. She looked up at the stupid young girl, who was hovering around waiting for her.

‘Here! What’s next?’ Caprice asked.

‘Come with me please,’ Jilly said, trying to sound confident and professional.

A physical examination was needed to ensure she was a woman, and to list vital statistics. The medical certificate Caprice provided was matched with who she said she was.

‘Remove your clothes, please,’ Ceejay said.

‘Is that really necessary?’ Caprice haughtily spoke.

‘I need to make sure your identifying marks match those on the medical form. After all, we don’t know your real name, and it’s not on the form either. It’s to protect your identity, and the buyer,’ Ceejay patiently explained.

She hadn’t said it was to protect the buyer from disease, but the woman got the message.

‘Well, I suppose so,’ Caprice admitted.

She undressed and bent over, displaying a discreet tattoo, hidden below a cheek.

‘What are those for?’ Caprice nervously asked, on seeing medical instruments laid out on a table.

The rise in tone revealed the first sign of concern, after a forced casual attitude.

‘They’re not for you,’ Ceejay reassured her.

The woman looked too old to warrant an intrusive internal examination.

‘Would you like to wear a smock, while you wait?’ Ceejay asked. ‘You’ll be naked on stage,’ she added, in way of explanation.

Caprice remembered ticking that box, and asked, ‘What about my clothes?’

‘They will be given to your buyer, and returned after the term agreed,’ Ceejay explained.

Caprice looked longingly at her clothes, knowing they were all she had left of a once elegant lifestyle. There had been expensive jewellery, gifts from lovers, yet all had dwindled away over the past few years.

During the evening women arrived and were chatting in the reception room. Two were sharing experiences and jokes about men, trying to allay their nerves. One sat by herself, looking frightened. Another sat calmly on a sofa, seemingly resigned to her fate.

Caprice re-touched her make-up. Glancing at the others, she grimaced at their lack of skill with a brush and pencil. They held the lipstick all wrong, and applied too much, especially as they had such young, fresh complexions.

With a sigh she sat on a sofa, with a magazine open in her lap. Not reading it, just flicking through the pages, remembering a time when she would have been in every magazine. They all looked like skinny brats now.

She had a full hour glass figure. Not voluptuous, which meant big tits and bum. Her breasts were large and real. They didn’t sag too much, nor did her bottom. escort gaziantep She was blessed with strong muscles, and tight, unblemished skin. Her tummy wasn’t as flat as it had been, and she needed to dye her hair. Nevertheless, she avoided looking too closely in the mirror. Past glories lost were too painful to contemplate.

While Jilly fussed in the background, with forms and inexpert reassurance, Ceejay guided the woman to a curtain, separating them from the stage.

‘Last minute needs?’ Ceejay asked, pointing to the toilet.

The woman grimaced at her.

Caprice was too professional not to be fully prepared. She held her head up, pushing her shoulders back, showing off her naked body to its best. The ordeal was tempered by thinking of it as a catwalk. In the past she had strutted out before an audience, and she braced herself once more for the show.

Instead of a show, she was submitting to the indignity of an auction. She was regretting the idea of putting up with a few months of hardship as a slave. It would have been better to just try out the ignoble relationship for a short term. If it was bearable she would submit to a longer term, hopefully setting her life straight. She needed someone to buy her, for it would be even worse to be left on the shelf.

While waiting her turn, she wondered if it had been wise to tick some of the boxes on the entry form. She had closed her eyes to some of what had been agreed to, unable to bear reading the options. It was too late now. She had been thinking of maximising her value when completing the forms, only now she was thinking of her safety.

Damn! This is stupid! It was dangerous to place her body in the hands of a stranger.

‘Good luck, and knock them dead with your beautiful body. Out you go,’ Ceejay said, with a little shove to the woman’s back.

Caprice strutted out onto the stage, as though fully clothed in next seasons designer outfit. The lights, stares, and being examined by strangers didn’t faze her for a moment. She was once again a professional, and the centre of attention. She had often worn outrageous revealing clothes, and was proud of her toned body, so showed it off in all its naked glory.

She knew how to hold her breasts up, to suck in her tummy, and to stand to best effect. A slight bend of one leg, looking demure, through half closed eyes, was a cunning game. When the bidding slowed, she outrageously revealed everything, by standing with her legs open. She strutted imperiously around the small stage, pleased to hear the bidding increase.

She played the crowd, inciting them to bid, when they hadn’t intended to take on an older woman. There were more than a few men her age and older. The box, indicating she would accept a mistress had been ticked, though she would prefer a knowledgeable, older man. He might be less demanding of her as a person, and hopefully less demanding of her body.

The bidding lessened, and stopped. Before the auctioneer could hit the gavel, she tried a desperate trick. She bent over and grabbed both ankles. It was a painful move, but it did the trick. She felt her pussy lips protruding between her slim thighs. She squeezed them. A sultry look over her shoulder at the audience, caused a stir of murmurings.

Eventually, out of tricks, she heard the gavel come down, thumping home her position as slave. The auctioneer had done his best for her. Seeing the renewed interest he’d upped the stages, to get a higher price. This was a good start to the evening. The buyers and sellers premium for that lot was more than he thought possible. She’d been accepted to make up the numbers, and turned out to be a money spinner.

In a state of exhilaration she marched off the stage, pleased with the round of applause.

‘You did well,’ Ceejay congratulated her. ‘I thought this was your first time, yet you played them better than I’ve ever seen,’ she smiled.

Ceejay was happy, for her commission would be higher than expected. This excellent start would lift this evenings bidding. The auctioneer might even give them both a bonus.

Jilly helped her on with the shift, and stood back with a smile on her face. This was her first experience of an auction, and she marvelled at how happy this woman was, after being sold to a stranger. Jilly was still fascinated, wanting to know why they subjected themselves to such a humiliating experience. She dare not ask, and hoped Ceejay would explain it later.

Jilly led her into the holding room, and sat her down on a sofa. The woman was trembling from excitement and fear, after appearing on stage.

‘What are you doing?’ Caprice exclaimed.

‘It’s what we have to do. Some have second thoughts after the sale. Sorry, but it has to be done,’ Jilly apologised.

She fastened a pair of cuffs to the woman’s wrists, which were attached to a chain. The chain ran over the back of a sofa, where it was secured to a heavy weight resting gaziantep escort bayan on the floor.

‘I’m not going to run anywhere, young lady,’ she protested.

Jilly shrugged. ‘Sorry, I’ll have to leave you here as another, err, is on stage,’ she said.

Caprice sat on the edge of the sofa, listening to the auctioneer describing the next slave. Unable to see the darkened audience past the bright lights, she had no idea who won the bidding for her. Perhaps it was just as well. She was now a slave, waiting upon a master’s summons.

She didn’t have to wait long. The chain was unfastened from her cuffs, then the cuffs removed. A huge muscular man in a dark suit, took hold of her arm to lead her away. He was obviously a security man, not her master. Her tall slender frame was completely hidden by his bulk, as they stood at a back door of the building. A limousine pulled up, and he escorted her to its open door.

It had been sometime since travelling first class. In a dark interior the smell of new leather indicated this was a personal vehicle, not a well used rental. When she sank into the soft upholstery she recognised another sign of wealth. Out of the corner of an eye she could tell this was a mature man, maybe the same age or slightly older.

She dare not look at him. It was a surprise how well her emotions were under control. There was no panic, just a calm ticking over of analytical thoughts. It felt like a new project, a photo-shoot, or a cosmetic promotion. Maybe less nerve racking than that. She wouldn’t speak first. Of course, she was a slave, so maybe that was the proper protocol, though for her it was a sign of defiance.

Silently the vehicle travelled away into the night, eventually arriving at a pair of wrought iron gates that swung open as they arrived. The limo hardly slowed down, when it squeezed through pillars supporting statues of winged beasts, then crunched up a long driveway to an impressive mansion.

Caprice felt as though she had found where she belonged. Despite the shapeless smock, she stepped elegantly from the limo, to walk with head held high toward the open, double doors.

She followed the stranger up a curving staircase, glancing at the paintings, recognising they were original works of art. In the better light she could see he was a year or two younger, yet well preserved. No doubt from a pampered life style. A fit man, for she had to work hard to keep up. It was a little daunting to be led upstairs to what must be a bedroom.

Would he take her to his bed without a word spoken? Perhaps he intended to try out his purchase, to see if he had value for money. He had a cute ass. She still hadn’t seen his face, and anyway, she dare not look at him. She had tried to subdue a natural boisterous behaviour over the last few weeks, in an attempt to take on the demure role of slave.

He might not want that. He might just want a companion. She was taller than him, though that was nothing unusual. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. It had been too long without the attention of a man, and she was becoming excited at the prospect of warming his bed.

This was outrageous, but she had worked and lived in an unconventional profession for many years. It was helping her endure this tense moment.

He stopped at a door, and knocked. That threw her. He studiously ignored her. Damn! Was this some rich man’s flunky, sent to fetch her? A murmured, incoherent voice answered.

He opened the door, indicating she should enter. The large room was completely different from the rest of the house. It looked more like a young boy’s playroom. Modern furniture, tables and chairs, were strewn haphazardly with objects. Electronic gadgets, clothes, half eaten food and drinks, littered the place.

The man didn’t walk in. He spoke from the doorway.

‘Benjamin! I bought this for you. Something to play with, instead of those damn computer games,’ he sighed.

Caprice felt the door close silently behind her. Hell and shit! This was unexpected! She had fantasised over being a rich man’s slave during the last few weeks, while plucking up courage to go through with it.

As soon as the door closed, the boy looked up at her. He stood up, looking her over. His expression indicated she were an unwanted object, dumped on him by an indulgent father. That was it, she was just an object now! Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. He was hardly likely to make sophisticated demands upon her.

She noticed he had a similar build to his father. He was handsome, and more of an adolescent than a boy.

‘Well?’ he stated, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

She didn’t know what to say. Shrugging her shoulders, she stood erect and still, able to strike such a pose for as long as it took, used to long boring photo-shoots. She intended for him to make the first move, whatever that might be. She certainly wasn’t going to make it easy on him. He either knew what to do with her, or he didn’t.

Either way, she would find a niche, and settle into it, preferably away from him.

‘I want to see what he’s bought for me,’ the young man stated.

He had a cultured voice, with the bored tones of an adolescent. It took a moment for the statement to sink in. The little brat wanted her to remove the shapeless shift. She was naked underneath!

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As I reached the open taxi door I noticed that Matt and Steve had positioned themselves to leave a gap between them on the seat. I didn’t hesitate, just sat myself between them and settled back for the short drive home. When Lin climbed into the taxi she pulled down the rear-facing seat just inside the door and settled herself on that.

The position of her seat made Lin’s dress ride up her legs slightly and I took a quick glance towards Steve to see his eyes feasting on her shapely calves and slightly exposed thighs.

I sat with my purse on my lap and placed a hand on each boy’s thigh that was closest to me. I was aware that it was only a short ride home but was in a mood to have a little fun. I looked towards Lin and saw that she had noticed my hands. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and a slight grin formed on her face.

As I ever so slowly moved my hands up the boys’ thighs Lin adjusted her position slightly. I was surprised to see her feet appear on the seat between Steve’s knees as this raised her knees above her seat. I was even more surprised as she allowed her knees to part slightly. I glanced at both Matt at Steve and their eyes were glued to Lin’s legs.

As Lin continued to slowly separate her knees my hand reached both boys’ crotches. They were both already (or should that be ‘still’?) hard. As my hand moved over their cocks they shuffled down in their seats slightly. I looked over at Matt again and his eyes were closed as he savoured my touch.

I reached the top of his zip, lifted the catch and slowly lowered the zip. I slid my hand inside his trousers, found his cock and eased it out of his trousers. I gripped it lightly so that I was barely touching it and started a slow up and down motion. My handling of his cock elicited a slight groan and he settled further down into the seat.

When I looked at Steve I saw that his eyes were wide open. I followed his gaze. Lin had settled down a little on her seat and the position of her legs presented Steve and I with a clear view up her dress. I knew that Steve was enjoying the view as his cock was pulsing against my hand. I had a little more difficulty loosening Steve’s zip but managed to extricate his cock from his trousers too.

As I completed my first stroke up Steve’s cock he lifted his bum from the seat. I was surprised at how on edge he was until I realised that the view up Lin’s dress was revealing her pussy. It appeared that she had ‘lost’ her panties at some point during the evening. I knew I would have to ask her about that.

I started stroking both cocks with the same slow rhythm and very light grip. As Steve and I watched, Lin dropped one of her hands to her skirt, eased it upwards and then rested her hand over her slit. Steve’s cock seemed to grow a bit harder and thicker as Lin’s fingers grazed over her slit and slid between her lips. Lin’s hand movements entranced Steve and I and when she removed her fingers from her slit and raised them to her mouth while staring at Steve, his hand suddenly clamped down on mine to stop my wanking of his cock.

Having not long ago had his sticky goo covering my hand I was surprised at how primed he seemed to be for a second orgasm. I took the hint, however, and just rested my hand on his cock. Matt still had his eyes closed and was enjoying my treatment of his cock.

Suddenly we were all shaken out of our reveries by the noise of the taxi passing over the speed control strip at the end of the road where we lived.

I removed my hands from the boys’ cocks, and Lin and the boys sat up in their seats. The taxi pulled up outside my house and we all climbed out. I unlocked my front door while Lin paid the driver. I made for the kitchen to collect some glasses and ice and the others made their way into my lounge. By the time I joined them Lin had switched on my CD player and some soft music was playing.

As I walked into the lounge I was about to ask about adana escort drinks when Matt approached me, took the glasses from my hands and put them on the coffee table and just pulled me into the middle of the floor. Lin and Steve were already leaning into each other, their hands stroking up and down each others’ bodies.

I moved my body against Matt’s, rested my head on his shoulder and started moving slowly around the room, more or less swaying to the music. I felt myself relaxing in my young neighbour’s arms.

I heard Lin say something but couldn’t make out what it was so I opened my eyes and looked across to her and Steve. I was a bit surprised to see Lin’s dress in front of one of my chairs and she was standing naked in front of Steve, her high heels being the only things she was now wearing. As I watched, she proceeded to loosen and then remove Steve’s shirt, followed by his trousers and then his boxers – he had already removed his shoes.

I took in his smooth skin and well toned body. There were no bulging muscles or six-pack, just a young man’s body with very little fat apparent. No doubt if he flexed his arms or legs his muscles would appear. To be gazing on another young man’s body so soon after experiencing Matt’s sent a thrill through my own body. I was tempted to join Lin in her adventure with Steve but revelled in the thought that I would soon have Matt out of his clothes too.

I got my first real look at Steve’s cock as Lin knelt down to lower and remove his boxers. I had already had it in my hand (twice) and felt it against my pussy lips but I still hadn’t seen it completely exposed before now. It was a healthy specimen and stood proudly out from his groin with only a small tuft of hair at its base. Did he shave his pubic region or was the lack of hair another sign of his youth?

As Lin stood up once Steve had stepped out of his underwear she trailed her hand up his leg and over his cock. Once she was standing she locked her hands behind his neck as she leaned forward to kiss him. Steve moaned as their lips met and he pulled her tightly to him. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. They would stroke up and down her sides, then rest on her bum, then move again. He tried to work a hand between their bodies but Lin kept her body tightly against his, grinding herself against his trapped cock.

Steve’s hands again moved down and rested on Lin’s bum. I saw his fingers dig slightly into her cheeks as they ground into each other.

I stepped away from Matt. His hands reached towards me but I took hold of them and positioned them by his side. I proceeded to loosen his shirt. When it was completely undone I loosened his belt and eased his shirt from his trousers. I felt Matt kick off his own shoes as I leaned into him to ease his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. His lovely smooth chest came into view. There were only one or two hairs on his chest. It was so smooth I couldn’t resist kissing it. I stroked his chest with my hands as I nibbled and kissed it.

I let my hands drift lower. I undid his trousers and lowered his zip then eased them down past his hips. Matt just stood as I lowered myself to my knees to allow me to manoeuvre his trousers down his legs. As he stepped out of them I tossed them to one side. My hands started at his calves and moved slowly upwards. Taking hold of his undies, I eased them away from his obvious bulge and started lowering them. As I lowered his undies to reveal his cock it eased itself away from his body and pointed towards me.

I couldn’t help myself. His cock was there, directly in front of me. I leant forward and flicked the end of my tongue across the head of his cock. It jerked up briefly and returned to its original position so I then quickly licked the underside in a single stroke. I smiled at Matt’s reaction, his knees seeming to wobble slightly.

Eventually adana escort bayan I got his undies down to his feet and he stepped out of them. Again, I just tossed them to one side. I looked towards Lin and Steve. They were still tight against each other moving slowly around the room but their faces were turned towards us.

Steve had managed to insert a hand between their bodies and seemed to be playing with one of Lin’s breasts. Meanwhile his other hand continued to press into the flesh of her bum, holding her tightly against his cock.

Now that Matt was naked I kicked off my shoes and stood before him. With the impatience of youth he reached under my dress, grabbed my panties and just pulled them down my legs. I wasn’t sure how to react so decided to just go with the flow.

With my panties removed he led me towards the sofa. He sat down himself then turned me around so that I was facing away from him and towards Lin & Steve. Matt applied pressure to my hips but held me as he manoeuvred me backwards into position between his legs. Somehow he managed to position his cock under my dress and against my bum. It felt extremely hot against my skin.

As I leaned back against his chest I closed my eyes. His hands moved towards the zip that held my dress together. I felt the zip being lowered and my dress being eased away from the front of my body. With a little pressure on my back he created enough space to allow my dress to be removed completely. Now when I leaned back my back was against his chest.

The only item of clothing I was still wearing was my bra. In only a few moments Matt had reached around, undid the front clasp and removed that last item. Once my bra was removed he took my nipples between each thumb and forefinger and teasingly pulled at each of them in full view of Lin & Steve. I couldn’t help moaning and my legs seemed to part of their own volition, wantonly exposing my pussy to Lin and Steve.

I looked towards my neighbour and her son’s friend. They separated and moved towards me. As they parted I noticed a thin rope of pre-cum linking Steve’s cock to Lin’s body. The rope snapped as Steve’s cock dropped from its vertical position to a more natural angle.

I pressed myself against Matt and raised and spread my legs so that they were over his knees. Any movement of his legs outwards would cause my pussy to gape. I felt so turned on I was hoping he would spread his legs as wide as possible so that I could lose all responsibility for exposing myself lewdly.

Steve dropped onto the floor in front of me and between my legs. Lin was alongside him. He moved in as close as he could then took hold of my legs and pulled me towards him. As his cock touched my pussy lips he stopped. Matt continued to pull and knead my breasts and nipples. Steve leaned forward and took one of my proffered nipples into his mouth. I felt the sofa move slightly and looked to the side to see Lin on the sofa and leaning towards me. She wrapped her lips around my other nipple.

I was almost in heaven. A cock at my pussy lips, another hot and hard against my back, and two sets of lips wrapped around my nipples.

I felt Matt’s hand drift slowly down my body and reach around to the front of my pussy. I thought he was going to play with my clit but his fingers continued on downwards past it. I was surprised to see him take hold of his friends cock but almost fainted with pleasure as he slowly moved it through my pussy lips, brushed it against my clit and then back down to my pussy lips again.

I was extremely aroused and knew my lips would be very wet, no doubt soaking and lubricating the head of Steve’s cock. I sensed Steve moving closer and felt Matt’s hand up against my clit as Steve’s cock slipped an inch or so into my pussy. I couldn’t help but moan and thrust my hips towards Steve. At the same time he escort adana thrust towards me and he slipped further inside. I could feel myself stretching slightly to accommodate him. It felt so good that I just wanted to stay where I was and feel his cock throbbing slightly inside of me.

I felt cold air on my nipples as both mouths released them almost simultaneously. Then Steve edged backwards, withdrawing his cock. I opened my eyes to see the back of Lin’s head and assumed she was kissing Steve and that was what had caused him to slip out of me. As I watched they moved further from me and eventually Steve was on his back with his feet pointing towards me.

Matt grasped my hips and slowly raised me, pulling me against him. At the same time I saw Lin straddle Steve. When I reached the top of Matt’s cock it popped forward from its trapped position and settled between my legs. I watched Lin reach down and hold Steve’s cock up straight. At the same time I reached down and positioned Matt’s cock at the entrance to my pussy.

As Lin lowered herself onto Steve I did the same onto Matt. I think we both moaned in unison and I’m sure the boys did too but I was distracted by the pleasurable feelings passing through my body. I settled down with Matt’s cock completely embedded in me then watched as Lin lifted herself slightly and then dropped back down. Matt’s cock jerked inside me as we watched his mother pleasure herself on his friend. In no time at all Steve hips were lifting off the floor to thrust into Lin. The slapping as their groins met sounded very loud to me but was almost drowned out by their moans.

Matt again took hold of my nipples, pulling and twisting them. The slight pain was delicious. My own hand found my clit and I played with myself as he mauled my nipples. With my other hand I reached down and raked my nails gently over Matt’s balls. His cock twitched inside of me as he moaned into and then bit my shoulder.

The moans from Lin and Steve were increasing in volume and then they both stopped briefly before Lin thrust downwards, moaning as her orgasm overtook her and pressing Steve into the floor. It was obvious from the jerking and the sounds that he was pumping his cum inside her.

Watching his mother orgasm seemed to send Matt over the edge. With a groan I felt his cock throb and then spurt inside of me. His hips twitched below me as I felt another spurt followed by a third. I was close to my orgasm and desperately rubbed my clit to try to take me over the edge. Even though I was close I could not reach my orgasm and I moaned a “No” as I felt Matt soften inside of me.

Just as I was about to give up a hand took hold of my wrist and removed my hand from my clit. The next thing I knew was someone’s mouth enveloping my clit. I didn’t care who it was. Having someone else’s mouth on me was just what I needed. I’m not sure my legs could have been any wider apart. My clit was released and a tongue started lapping at my pussy, no doubt tasting Matt’s cum inside my slit.

Just the thought of someone doing that, never mind the gorgeous sensations it was causing, took me over the edge and I screamed in pleasure as my orgasm washed over me. I think I blacked out briefly and when I came back to my senses I could again feel a hard cock resting against my pussy lips. Oh, the joys from the recovery powers of young men. I realised my legs were still splayed wide so I closed them, trapping Matt’s cock in position. I then swivelled around so that I was lying along the sofa with my head resting on the cushions at one end.

We were all breathing very deeply, catching our breaths. Matt’s hands stroked my stomach and I enjoyed the feelings as I laid back and recovered. I looked at the floor and saw Lin & Steve lying together, Lin with her head on Steve’s chest, her eyes closed and her hand stroking his thigh. As I watched Steve’s cock started pulsing and growing. I mentioned that the bed was made up in the spare room but they both agreed that they were comfortable where they were.

I wondered if we were about to get another show and what effect that would have on Matt and I. For the present, though, I was happy just lying back and relaxing, with a young man’s hands gently stroking my skin.

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CHAPTER TWO – Consummation

Maolisa untied the sash holding Aislin’s kimono closed, then used it to tie her wrists together. Taking the free end of the sash, she pulled Aislin out into the hall, up the stairs, and to Aislin’s bedroom. Once there, she untied her and took her kimono off for her, then pushed her onto the big bed in the middle of the room, “It seems my big sister is in luck. Her little sister is really curious about BDSM.” She tied her sister’s wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, making sure they were stretched just slightly uncomfortably, then sat beside her and explained the safety things she’d read about online, and set up a safe word and had Aislin practice saying it over and over so it would be in her head should the need arise. She stood up, bent over her restrained sister, and kissed her, letting her suck on her tongue a moment. “I’m going to get a drink. Did you want something?” She grinned as she left the room.

Aislin moaned in desire and frustration as her sister left her tied to the bed. Her hips and shoulders were aching from the tension Maolisa had them under, but the ache felt good and made Aislin feel more excited. She could feel her heart racing, and had a thin sheen of sweat forming all over her body. As she waited for whatever Maolisa planned she repeated the safe word over and over, scared that she would forget it and then need it. She trusted Mail not to hurt her any more than she wanted, but she knew that there was a very big risk that being so close might trigger an attack.

Taking her time, Maolisa went down to the library to get a bottle of brandy, then down to the kitchen to get some soda for Aislin. Mail knew Ash would want a strong drink, but she couldn’t let her have more than one because of issues with the medicines Ash took to try to manage her spiraling moods. She wiggled her toes on the cool tile of the kitchen floor and made a mental note to thank Aislin for getting her to pay attention to such things. Life is much more interesting when you notice the details.

Watching Maolisa enter the room carrying liquor, soda, and glasses, Aislin had to smile. Anticipation had her wet and warm, and Mail’s pretty, lightly tanned face made her heart melt, even more now that she knew Mail wanted her. Her stomach was still churning in fear and anticipation, since she had never had sex with anyone, and only knew of BDSM from reading. The one porn film she had seen was so badly made she was laughing too much to get excited, which her mother told her was typical of porn. Most films were so bad they were comedies, with only a few rare gems worth taking the time to watch, so Aislin didn’t waste her time with it much, and her sex education was none the worse for it, but nothing else substituted, and she still knew little to nothing beyond the biology her doctor told her.

Maolisa put the drinks and glasses on a small table by the door. It looked like it was intended as a night stand, but with the bed in the middle of the room it would have looked out of place to be beside it. She poured herself a glass of the brandy and walked up to the side of the bed, smiling down at her sister. “You look so cute stretched out like that. I probably need to get pictures before I let you up again.” She took a sip of her drink, her cheeks flushed as she looked over her sister’s body, admiring the way light seemed to make her white skin glow. With the freckles on her face and the red-brown of her areolas the only break in the color she looked as if she didn’t actually exist in this world. Maolisa realized she was holding her breath and let it out in a sigh. “Sis, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love you,” she smiled at her sister’s pretty face, “and I want to make love to you.” She grinned, “right after I play with you.”

“I love you, too.” She blushed and turned her face away, “after you play with me?”

“Wrestling your cute little body, tied down and naked, until you cry out with pleasure.” She took another gulp of brandy, then put it on the table and returned to the bed, kneeling beside her sister. “First, though, I want to kiss you and taste your candy coated tongue. You’ve tasted mine, but never gave me yours.”

Blushing more but trying to look at her sister’s face, Aislin murmured, “You didn’t tell me to. I can’t do things like that if you don’t tell me to.” She managed to force herself to look near her sister’s eyes and saw where she was looking, and blushed even brighter, looking away. “See, that’s why I don’t look people in the eyes!”

Laughing, Maolisa caressed her sister’s cheek and then kissed it, “No it is not, and you know it.” Pulling her face toward her, she started kissing her lips, “I bet you got excited knowing your sister was looking at your pussy with lust. Now give me your tongue.” As she sucked on the tongue, candy-sweet as she expected, she slid her hand down Aislin’s trembling cheek to her delicate throat, then brushed her fingertips lightly down her breastbone. She slipped eskişehir escort a fingertip over the hard bubble of a nipple. “You want me to think of you sexually.” Leaning over she blew lightly, then bit the nipple, licking while it was in her mouth. As Aislin moaned, vibrating Maolisa’s mouth, Maolisa had to moan in response.

Closing her eyes tightly, Aislin found she could concentrate on the feelings of lust and desire and keep the fear from growing too fast. She almost grinned as she realized the fear was actually contributing to the lust and excitement. As her sister pulled at her nipple with teeth almost as small and sharp as her own she cried out in a little squeak before biting her lips and forcing herself to stay quiet. She didn’t want to make Mail worry and stop. Each little bite, and there were many, made her feel warmer and wetter. Gradually, as the pressure built, she noticed she was trembling more.

Feeling her sister’s little body trembling, almost shaking, Maolisa stopped playing with her chest and looked up at her face. “Are you sure you can handle this? Do you want me to stop, or maybe go slower.” Watching Ash’s face twist in confusion she remembered, Ash couldn’t handle a series of questions very well, especially when she was emotional. She caressed Aislin’s chest and started again. “Can you handle all this?”

Aislin shook her head, “no.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Aislin shook her head again, “no.”

Smirking, Maolisa leaned over and caressed her sister’s nipples again, kissed her, licking at her lips, then moved away from her. Finding a comfortable chair near the bed she curled herself in it and watched as Ash’s trembling slowly faded.

“We’re going to have to go slow and let you build a tolerance, aren’t we?”

Looking a little sheepish, Aislin nodded, “uh huh. I’m sorry. I was so excited, being helpless and scared, I forgot to say something.”

Maolisa grinned, “So you liked being scared and horny at the same time?”

Aislin blushed and made sure her face was turned as far as it could be from her sister. “Uh huh!” She curled her fingers and toes as she realized how excited she sounded, whimpering a little in embarrassment. “Strong feelings get mixed up and then, um, well,” she trailed off weakly.

When Mail thought Ash was calmed enough to try again she stood and made sure she was in her sister’s line of sight, then let her kimono fall to the floor. She moved closer to the bed again, heading around the corner and approaching the footboard, then smiled up to Aislin. “I think you have a little foot fetish,” grinning a bit as Ash sucked in a tight gasp, “and I think it might even apply to your own pretty little things.” She grinned as the little toes in question curled up tightly, then reached for the closest foot, caressing the sole lightly, surprised to find it as soft as a child’s. She watched visible shivers run up and down her sister’s body as she touched her lightly, then opened her eyes wide as Ash moaned deeply. “I see it does.”

Whimpering and squirming, Aislin bit the inside of her cheek to try to keep quiet but as her sister’s fingers ran over the sensitive sole of her foot she lost a bit of control and moaned, twisting and turning in the satin bonds. Feeling as if she couldn’t get away made her moan even more and she looked away from her sister, a little ashamed of getting excited over such little things, her face reddening yet again.

“How can your itty bitty feet be so soft and sensitive when you go barefoot all the time?” Maolisa climbed on the bed to press her cheek to the bottom of Aislin’s foot, “you’re even softer than my bum.” She lifted her face and grinned at Ash, “You’ll get to feel soon.” She pressed her lips to the tiny toes and felt them curl tightly as her sister seemed to become tense all over. Kissing and rubbing her lips across the little balls had her sister moaning, gasping, and twisting side to side. Mail looked a few times to see if there was any fear on Ash’s face but was sure it looked more like excitement, so she returned her attention to the tiny toes. Sucking them into her mouth she moaned, vibrating them, and felt her sister bounce on the bed, her hips thrusting at the air, and she grinned to herself as she continued to run her tongue over the soft little foot until Aislin’s orgasm was done.

Aislin whimpered and wiggled her foot, trying to move it away, but between the gentle pressure of her sister’s hands and the sash holding her stretched out all she managed was to get her foot touching and rubbing Mail’s mouth more. She moaned and squirmed, her hips starting to thrust into the air, and tried to say the word but couldn’t remember how. Never having experienced such a strong reaction to anything she started to panic, pushing herself over the edge into an orgasm that had her entire body bouncing and thrashing as much as the ties would allow, squealing softly.

Maolisa resisted the urge to cuddle and escort eskişehir love her sister until the orgasm was done and she was lying, gasping for breath, with a huge smile on her face. Then, lying down alongside her trembling body, she kissed Ash playfully, “Time for you to give me your tongue again.” As Aislin eagerly obeyed Mail bit it gently before sucking it roughly. At Aislin’s moan Mail tried being rougher, and found that even biting enough to make her whine also increased her moaning. She tried to look in her sister’s eyes, but, as always, Ash couldn’t let her, closing them tightly. “Don’t forget to tell me when you are getting overwhelmed, okay?”

“Kay,” she murmured just before gasping as Maolisa twisted one of her hard nipples. “Sept sometimes.” She squeaked when Mail pulled the nipple hard, then moaned softly, “You’re gonna make me cum again!”

“You like me to hurt you?” Maolisa asked, just to confirm what she thought she was seeing. “Is that what Mom meant by sensation addict?”

Blushing and scrunching up her face, Aislin nodded. “Strong feelings make me horny.” She looked at her sister’s nose, “and I like being horny.” She giggled shyly, “Mom only found out cause she used to spank me for being bad since I don’t listen to getting yelled at and one day she was really mad and got carried away and gave me a huge orgasm. She hardly spanks me any more.”

Mail giggled with her, asking, “hardly?” and resumed torturing her nipples, biting and twisting and pulling, smiling each time she could get a squeal followed by a low moan. When she didn’t get an answer she bit harder until Aislin was whimpering and panting heavily. “So, do you get Mom to spank you so you can get horny?” Still without an answer, she bit one nipple hard enough for a sharp canine to pierce the skin.

Squealing and thrashing, Aislin started humping the air. The feeling in her injured nipple pushing her close to orgasm, she felt she couldn’t catch her breath and when Mail did it again she screamed and felt herself fall into an orgasm.

When she noticed Aislin start her orgasm Maolisa took a chance and pressed her mouth to her sister’s, kissing deeply while she enjoyed the results of her torture. Before she realized she was doing it she was straddling her humping sister and getting very excited from the pounding against her pelvis. As Aislin started to slow down, Mail kept a close look on her face to try to figure out if she needed to move or not, but Ash’s facial expressions were not very helpful. The change from thrusting her hips to trembling all over was a much stronger clue and Maolisa quickly slipped off.

Gasping for air, Aislin tried to wave her hands and kick her feet, starting to panic when she couldn’t, then remembered she was restrained. The thought made her feel safer and she stopped trying to move. As her awareness returned from her orgasm, she noticed her sister was on top of her, kissing passionately. She returned the kiss as well as she could, but the trembling started and she had to close her eyes and grit her teeth and ball her hands into little fists to hold back the fear. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as the skin touching hers moved away.

Maolisa knelt beside her sister again, spreading her knees, and reached out to caress Ash’s arm lightly, getting a twitching in response. She sat back on her heels and waited, smiling softly as Ash’s body very slowly relaxed. Once Aislin was breathing close to normal, Maolisa reached out slowly and took the injured nipple between thumb and finger and squeezed just enough to get a gasp and moan, “are you going to answer me now?” She grinned as Ash shook her head no, and pulled, “there’s only two ways this could end. You say the safe word, or you answer me.” Aislin twisted and turned on the bed, thrashing what little she could while tied so tightly, and tried to shake her head. Mail let up and watched Ash relax again, tears in the corners of her eyes. “Why won’t you answer?”

Aislin bit her lip and sniffled, then shook her head negatively. She looked toward her sister, then away.

“Are you ashamed of what you do?” Mail asked, then sighed as Ash nodded very slightly. “You don’t have to be. Not with me. I know you can be a bad girl at times, but it isn’t like you have a lot of control.” She leaned over and kissed her lips lightly, then whispered, “and I can spank you to make it better. Bad girls need lots of spankings, don’t they?” Aislin nodded vigorously, making Maolisa giggle. “I think we can work with that.” She looked at the blush on her sister’s face, “feeling naughty and ashamed makes you horny, too, doesn’t it?” She grinned as Aislin whined.

Keeping her face turned away from Mail made it easier for Ash to think, but still not comfortable enough to talk about the embarrassing things. She never could talk about them, always writing them ahead of time when she had to go to therapy, then just nodding or shaking her head as the doctor read and eskişehir escort bayan talked about them. She had hoped her mother would have told Maolisa all about that sort of thing so they never had to talk about it, but she could understand that maybe it was hard for other people to talk about, too. She was tempted to just blurt out that everything made her horny, but the same thing that prevented her from asking for what she wanted prevented her from admitting anything so bluntly.

Mail laid down on her sister, then forced her face around for a kiss, “I think I like my sister being so kinky. I can play with you and know that you like it even when it makes you blush and cry.”

Ash nodded and let herself be kissed again, letting Maolisa have her tongue. After being told to do it at least once, the fear of rejection could be overcome easier. It still existed, but wasn’t as powerful. She felt much more comfortable now that Mail had figured out some of her worst secrets, although she realized they weren’t really very secret. She managed to enjoy the kissing with her sister on her body for several minutes before the shaking started again.

Maolisa stayed where she was for a couple of minutes, watching Aislin’s face as the fear and sexual excitement built, then slowly started sliding down. She planted little kisses on Ash’s chin, then throat, then breast bone, pausing to admire her sister’s hard nipples standing up from her broad boyish chest, then moving down. She giggled as kissing made Aislin’s stomach flutter with a little waving motion, even the second and third time. By the time Mail was slipping down between Ash’s thighs, her sister was starting to tremble and bounce, moaning nearly continuously.

Starting to cry from the stress, Aislin wanted to tell her sister to leave her alone, and at the same time wanted her to continue. Her fingers and toes curled painfully as her body tried to panic and orgasm simultaneously. While she couldn’t decide which was more important, the question wasn’t really a question since she couldn’t talk anyway. The thought that she was completely helpless, without even recourse to the safe word, made Aislin start humping in preparation to orgasm, even before her sister fully reached her mound. She knew it was a race between the oblivion of a panic attack and the heaven of a panic-induced orgasm, although she wasn’t consciously thinking about it.

Feeling her sister starting to thrust wildly, Maolisa put her mouth directly on her soft, puffy little mound, kissing lightly, then slipping down a little to find the wet and stickiness that had built up in the fold. Pressing her tongue inside she discovered her sister had no inner lips, just a soft smooth fold leading to her tight little opening at one end and a tiny nub of a very stiff clitoris at the other. Wrapping her arms around the bouncing thighs to hold her mouth in place, Mail licked between the two places of interest, getting only a few very quick strokes in before she heard the squeal and felt the chaotic tossing of Ash’s orgasm starting.

Aislin relaxed quickly once Maolisa let her go, smiling briefly at her sister to let her know she was still aware before closing her eyes and starting to doze off, completely exhausted. Even light touches from her sister’s lips couldn’t keep her awake, although they did start getting her hot again before she lost consciousness.

Maolisa didn’t let the fact that her sister was asleep stop her from exploring her body, but took it as a convenient way to avoid the fear and stress attacks. Opening her sister’s pussy wide with her fingers, she poked inside with her tongue, savoring the thickening results of multiple orgasms. She decided she liked the taste of her sister slightly more than the taste of herself, which she already loved. She smiled as Ash moaned in her sleep, then inserted a finger deep inside, eliciting another loud moan, before slipping it out and using the juices to ease it into the little pucker of her sister’s bum. She was surprised to hear another loud moan, and moved her hand around to her own bum, pushing gently until a finger entered, causing her to gasp. She muttered into Aislin’s pussy, “I didn’t know that felt good!” With her own pussy hot and wet, Maolisa climbed back onto the bed and knelt in front of Aislin’s face, spreading her knees wide and sitting on her heels, twisting one ankle side to side until her heel slipped up to press hard against her wet mound.

The first thing Aislin saw as she woke from her impromptu nap was her sister’s small heel squeezing the lips of her pussy. She moaned in lust and licked her lips, sure she was still dreaming, and murmured, “do that to me!” As she heard her own voice she realized she was waking up and blushed brightly, closing her eyes tightly to try to make it into a dream where she could talk like that. When she opened them again a few seconds later the scene hadn’t changed and she bit her lip hard enough to hurt. She whimpered with desire, then looked up her sister’s body toward her face, stopping at her smiling lips. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Maolisa smiled down to Ash’s face, “I thought you might like seeing that when you woke.” She leaned over, lifting a little so her sister could see that her pussy had left her foot wet, and kissed her cheek lightly. “I hope you mind that I molested you while you were sleeping.”

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“Would you… spank me?” Becca asked, somewhat timid. Seated beside her on the couch, Lex nearly did a spit-take. The water he was drinking went down harsh, but mercifully he didn’t choke.

“Spank you?” He turned to look at his partner’s face and saw her cautious expression. He reached to caress her cheek. “You… you’d like that?”

“I think so. I want to find out,” she said quietly. “Is that okay?”

Lex pulled her closer “It’s very okay,” he replied, giving her lips a gentle kiss.

It wasn’t a request he had expected to start his morning with. Even so, he enjoyed it when Becca revealed these little mood changes. She was a “still waters” type… and sometimes those depths held kinky surprises.

“We can use the couch,” Becca murmured. Lex nodded. He rose from his seat and helped her up. Pulling her to his chest, he stroked gently down her back with one hand. He leaned to appraise his partner’s form. The soft grey fabric of Becca’s nightshirt draped over her curves, the thinness of it left little to the imagination.

“Do you want this on?” Lex asked. He tugged at her shirt’s gaping neckline to stare blatantly at her tits. Becca smirked.

“No, will you do the honours?” She replied.

“Sure thing.” He smiled and eased the night shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. Indulging himself, he hugged Becca warmly, letting the skin-to-skin embrace thrill them both. After a few tender kisses, they stood apart again.

“I’ll… get comfy now,” Becca said, blushing.

Becca knelt on the couch, bending over to rest her elbows on the arm of it. Standing before her, Lex took in the view. She wore only a pair of mauve panties, her exposed breasts hanging. Her posture gave her buttocks an alluring curve. He was tempted to run kisses from her thigh… up and around her body to her spine. He brushed Becca’s leg with his fingers instead. She shivered and Lex was rewarded by the sway of her chest.

“How do you want this to go?” Lex asked, stroking and massaging down her back and ass. He was already feeling aroused from this erotic presentation. He was tempted to simply ravish his partner in this position.

“Hm,” Becca considered the question. “Start with just… clapping? More than a pat, but not harsher than a clap. And then we’ll see.” She looked to Lex’s face and smiled.

“Okay,” Lex agreed. His left hand rubbed over her buttocks while his right slid over her breast. She sighed a little, smiling. His touch remained soft and sensual for the moment.

“I love you,” Lex whispered. He licked his lip, his mind winding up from the delicious sight of Becca’s bare skin.

“Why?” Becca asked. It was her automatic response. By now, he expected it.

“Because I can’t help it,” he answered, tweaking her nipple as he spoke. She squirmed a little and made a pleased hum.

He held his hand slightly cupped and began clapping against Becca’s ass. She gasped softly and shifted her hips. It was a sensual kind of percussion, not painful, but stimulating.

“Yes,” she sighed. Lex felt his body react with an erotic tingle. He rested his right hand on her shoulder and continued to clap against her buttocks, alternating sides now and then. He saw her biting her lip, a sign that sexual thoughts were stirring in her mind.

“There you go, being sexy again…” He murmured, with a tone suggesting reproach. Becca grinned.

She hummed and wiggled with the contact. The sound of the claps to her ass were arousing in their own right. It was more exciting than she had expected. She shivered as her partner clapped erzurum escort against her flesh. The feeling was pleasurable, but it was becoming a powerful tease. She shifted her weight, sliding her elbows on the armrest.

“Seems like this turns you on,” Lex said, a playful tone to his voice. His partner hummed and squirmed under the pats of his hand. She felt herself grow bold, her need pushing her onward.

“Give me more,” Becca said in a low voice. He paused. Lex felt himself get harder. He considered that, being in his pajama pants, it must be getting obvious… but she kept her eyes locked on his.

“And you don’t even have a reason to be punished…” Lex said devilishly. Becca stuck her tongue out at him. They both laughed.

“Just spank me, damn it,” she said jovially. Lex chuckled. He moved to hit her harder but then hesitated. He felt there was a threshold present, something that was taboo to cross. He was having fun and he wanted to give her more, but at the same time…

“I love you,” Becca said. Lex focused on her face and she nodded at him. Lex brought his hand down on her harder than before, a single spank.

Smack!

Already primed from the earlier contact, this strike stung Becca’s ass. She hissed in a slight breath. In the next moment, there was an added sweetness inside her. The touch had sparked the lust in her system.

“Mm,” she made a small moan and gave a needy pout towards Lex. He smiled at her wanton reaction, spanking her again at the same level of intensity.

Smack!

“Oh!” It had the same sharpness on her rear, but the way the pain faded and warmed her skin made her wiggle. Lex watched the flush rising in her face. He pulled the fabric of her panties over, between her cheeks. Becca made a small whine but didn’t object. He let his other hand cup and massage her breast. As her eyes shut to the soothing contact, he gave her another spank.

Smack!

“Ah…” Becca’s groan spiked another electric thrill into his nerves. He watched the reddening of her skin, surprised at how sexy he found it. Thoughts of fucking Becca hard and deep threatened to cloud Lex’s mind.

“Good?” He asked. Becca looked him in the eye. The added force of these smacks was giving her a new rush of emotion. She felt excited, and teased… but something about enjoying these blows also gave her a minor sense of pride.

“Yes…” she said softly. Something in her tone nudged at Lex’s mind.

“More?” He ventured. She bit her lip again and nodded.

He spanked her three times in succession. Becca gasped again and arched her back, flexing her ass.

“Damn, Becca…” he sighed. His free hand left her breast and brushed against the hard-on beneath his pajamas.

Lex moved into a pattern: three claps, a break, three spanks, another break. Echoes of his touches were reaching her sex. Becca moaned and shifted her hips, taking every strike and drifting into a passionate haze.

It was a wonderful kind of pain. Something Becca hadn’t expected to discover. It continued stinging and fading, building a heat on her skin. She had underestimated how powerful the effect was.

“Wait, wait…” Becca gasped after a few more iterations of the pattern. Lex stopped immediately.

“You alright?” He asked, bringing his hand to stroke her face.

“My… pussy,” she said, always stumbling at first with her dirty words. “Please touch my pussy.” Lex grinned.

“Yes ma’am,” he said. Becca shifted on her knees, spreading her legs more. He erzurum escort bayan rubbed gently against her ass, his hand wandering. He slid his fingers along the fabric covering her crotch.

“Mm, Lex…” Becca moaned. She rocked her hips to press her mound further into his hold. He pressed up more firmly, cupping and feeling. He leaned forward, kissing her spine.

“Let’s get these off,” he said, taking hold of her waistband. Becca smiled as he dragged her panties down her thighs. She lifted one knee at a time so that he could remove them all the way.

Lex removed his pajama pants. Becca shivered at the sight of his erection, glimpsed before he moved and knelt on the couch behind her. He slipped his hand back between her legs. She was already very slick. Lex began feeling her mons and rubbing in a teasing circle.

“Oh…” Becca moaned. She flexed her ass and writhed for more contact. Lex leaned forward, kissing where the print of his hand showed on her buttocks.

“Mm,” he made his own soft groan. He began clapping his hand against Becca’s pussy and earned instant satisfaction as she shuddered all over.

“God,” she whispered. Lex clapped more, his hand wet with her juices as she made deep sighs and urgent whimpers. Becca’s needs were churning inside her. Lex’s touch was a sweet torture, thrilling her nerves but never giving her enough.

He detected the urgency in her sounds and movement. The needy display made him ache for her, exhilaration bubbling inside him. He made a slight grimace, willing himself to keep pulling the strings of this moment.

“Tell me,” he demanded, clapping a little harder on his partner’s pussy. “Tell me what you want.”

“Ooh, fuck me,” Becca gasped. Lex stopped patting and stroked along her slit with the gentlest touch of his fingers.

“Say it again,” he said, surprising himself with his boldness. Doubt flashed across his mind before Becca moaned and he felt he was on the right track.

“Fuck me, Lex,” she whispered, unable to control the bucking of her body as he teased with his fingers.

He took his hand away. He shifted, still tall on his knees, and took hold of Becca’s hips. He moved close and let his cock slide between her legs. He let the head of his cock tease the same path over her wet pussy. It drove him a little crazy to keep resisting… but the pleas from his partner were also a potent drug.

“More,” he urged. He gripped at her sensitive buttocks and she squirmed uncontrollably.

“Mmm,” she lost her words in the heat of her lust.

“Beg me…” his voice came out in a passionate rasp. Lex smacked her ass again and she cried out.

“Ah! Please, fuck me!” Becca begged, desire burning away her last barriers.

“Again,” Lex ordered, “talk dirty, Becca.” He began gripping and massaging her ass, his cock teasing her entrance. He hoped he could keep from thrusting until he heard her let go again. Just a little more…

Becca bit her lip. The shyer part of her felt uneasy, but the lust in her body was intoxicating.

“Fuck my… my pussy,” Becca pleaded. “Give me your cock. Fuck me and fill me, Lex.”

“Mm,” Lex growled softly. “Yes ma’am.” He thrust slow and firm into Becca until he was completely sheathed inside her.

“Ow… mm, don’t stop,” she gasped as Lex’s hips pushed up against her tender blushing ass. He grunted and sighed from the wonderful grip of Becca’s pussy around him.

Holding his partner’s hips, he started to move in a deliberate, steady rhythm. His escort erzurum deep strokes were causing Becca to whimper and moan… her body flush and twitching from the sensation. His body slapped up against her own with every thrust, so that she felt she was being fucked and spanked at once.

“Fuck…” Lex gave out a low moan, his actions going wild from the prompting of Becca’s passion.

The pain sizzled in combination with the pleasure, pushing Becca’s nerves to greater heights. It left her unable to do more than pant and let her voice call out in any needy, desperate sounds it decided on. She bucked with Lex’s motions and met his strokes. She leaned low on the armrest of the couch, pushing her ass out more.

At the same time, Lex bent close to her, one arm braced on the back of the couch. The new angle of his cock inside her made Becca tremble.

“Yes! There, there!” she panted, feeling goosebumps on her legs as they continued to shake.

“Damn it, fuck…” Lex mumbled, his other arm wrapping around her waist.

He kept their bodies pressed together now, his cock penetrating as deep as he could. He writhed as Becca twitched and shook, his hand sliding over her mound until he was able to begin rubbing her clit. She gave out a wanton groan, trembling and rocking her hips. He kissed her shoulder while they rode against each other. Their instinctive gyrating pushing both of them towards the edge.

Becca gasped incoherent words as her motions grew more and more frantic. Lex felt her pussy clenching and he held is breath. She was going to make him lose it any moment. Such a build, such mind-reeling sexuality from his partner. Still… he felt stubbornness echo in his mind. Not yet. Not yet. He pinched Becca’s clit between two fingers, rubbing up and down a few strokes and alternating to side to side.

“Oh yeah, oh god,” Becca whimpered. Her muscles squeezing him again.

“Yes, go for it hon…” he whispered, rocking his hips into her at a faster pace.

“I- ah-” her words fell away in a series of heated gasps and sighs. She clenched in her climax, jutting back into Lex and shuddering all over. “Oh… oh…” Her voice had gone weak from the overwhelming ecstasy surging through her body.

“God, Becca, oh… fuck!” Lex gasped and then sighed a long breath as his orgasm blazed from within. With his face pressed to Becca he came hard inside his partner.

“Yes…” she whispered, her hips twitching as she felt Lex’s orgasm burst hot and fast inside her. They gasped and moaned together, bodies writhing. Becca’s shudders and clenching drew out an intense release from Lex as his own jutting and flexing gave her aftershocks of pleasure.

Lex slid sideways as he rode through his lust. With his arm still holding Becca fast, he dragged them both away from the arm of the couch, so that they collapsed on the cushions. In this position they rested, spooning as the pulses of orgasm faded to a pleasant glow. Still inside her, Lex held Becca close and kissed her shoulder.

“That was hot,” he sighed. Becca hummed and he made a soft chuckle. “You had fun?”

“I did,” Becca confirmed. “More fun than I thought I would.”

The sensual contact around her, coupled with the gentle penetration, was having a soothing effect. Naked and whole, she felt the familiar wish that she could stay in this state forever. Eventually they would have to move, but for now, she had bliss.

“Me too, and I’m so glad you suggested it.” Lex gave her skin another smooch. “You were amazing.”

He passed his hands softly over her body. His body was thoroughly sated and his mind was flush with adoration. He smiled to himself. Becca was precious, beautiful and his.

“Something to try again?” She suggested, relaxing in Lex’s hold.

“Mhm,” he agreed, giving her ass a single clap. Becca winced and laughed.

“No encores, please… my ass needs a rest.”

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I left Joe turning slowly on the tire swing and walked into our shared home office and logged onto the Internet to check my email.

Yeah, I admit it; I’m hooked. Funny when you know that I made fun of Joe when he first got so caught up in the Net. I never even had a screen name until a few years ago. Amazing when you realize that I’ve been using computers for my work since the late 80’s. Or maybe that was the reason. After all that tedious crap, I just couldn’t figure out how they could be any damn fun.

But Joe finally convinced me to at least try and pretty soon I found myself addicted. I try to control it, and only do the whole cyberspace surfing, games, music, hi to my good friend, Eddie in New Zealand, one or two nights a week. But email doesn’t count and I find myself checking compulsively, deleting spam and looking for messages from people I probably wouldn’t even keep in contact with, if it weren’t for the Net.

Joe came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. “Anything interesting?”

“The Men’s Institute of Lucerne says they can guarantee to make my penis grow by 30% in just seven days.”

“Big deal,” Joe snorted and slid his hands around my waist. “I can make it bigger than that in just 5 minutes.” And as if to prove it, he slid his hands under the waistband of my shorts.

God was I tempted, but I sighed and stepped back away from his talented hands. “Much as I’d like to see you make good on that, we’ll have to leave it for later. We should get our gear together, they’ll be here any minute.”

Joe groaned. “Does it make me sound like a shit if I say I wish we could get out of this?”

I shook my head no. Because honestly – I felt exactly the same way. Last night and this morning had been so nice, so peaceful. Joe and me – alone, no family, no friends, no commitments to anything, but each other. It had been too long since we’d been this selfish and one night and a morning hadn’t been nearly enough to make me happy.

“Listen,” Joe said. “Let’s plan a long weekend for July, just us.”

I grinned, I’d been wondering when he was going to try and work this in. “When?”

“Um, the twenty fourth?”

I shot him a look and noticed his flushed cheeks. If you were to ask him, Joe would deny having a romantic bone in his body. But it wasn’t me that always seemed to magically plan something special for us on our self proclaimed anniversary.

I frowned like I was thinking about it. Actually I always kept that whole week free, just in case

“Sounds good,” I finally shrugged, pretending I didn’t know what this whole deal was really about – because that is how we play this game. “It’s a date.”

“Cool,” he grinned. “And I know just where we can go.”

“And where might that be?”

“Well, Lucy told me she wasn’t renting the carriage house this summer…”

I laughed. “Don’t you think we’re a little young to start taking trips down memory lane?”

Joe growled and pulled me to him. “Fuck memory lane, all I know is there’s no phone and nobody would ever think to look for us there.”

Which was bullshit and we both knew it. Before we’d leave, we’d give Lucy’s number to half a dozen people and then we’d still take our cell phones and at least one back up pager. But it was a nice gesture, going back to our first home together. And if it turned out anything like our first weekend their together, both of us would be very satisfied…

July 25, 1989

I thought I was dreaming. Joe was leaning over me, grinning his Cheshire cat smile. The sun was shining through the windows and backlit him so his tan skin glowed. I smiled. I liked this dream! But when I closed my eyes again to keep it going, it was his voice that spoke to me.

“No way you bum! You do not sleep when I’m starving. Get your ass out of bed so we can get some food.”

My eyes flew open. God, it wasn’t a dream. Then it all came back to me; everything about the night before. I opened my mouth to speak, but Joe waylaid that idea by kissing me.

“Good morning!” He laughed. “How are you this bright and beautiful morning?” He knelt by the side of the bed and propped his head on his hands.

“Jesus Christ!” I whispered hoarsely. “When did you turn into Susie Sunshine?”

“Today, just now,” he kissed me again and tried to stick his tongue in my mouth, but I pushed him away.

“Hey, no fair,” I grumbled. “You already brushed.”

“Yup,” he agreed amiably. “And showered and shaved.” I noticed then he was only wearing a towel. “Now get your ass out of bed so we can go get something to eat.”

“With what?”

“Huh?”

“No car, remember? That’s why I had to pick you up with Lucy’s. And I know she has plans today, so I can’t borrow it again.”

“Oh,” Joe sat back on his heels and thought about it for a minute. “Well, go get prettied up anyway. I’ll figure something out.”

He kissed me again hard and fast, and then stood quickly and went to look in the fridge. I could have told him he was wasting his time, but I was too busy admiring his ass and wondering how edirne escort long his good mood was going to last.

Not that I was complaining. Shit, it was a relief. I’d been half worried that this morning might have been awkward. Joe wouldn’t be the first guy who regretted deeds done in the dark of night.

Oh well, I shrugged and stood and only then remembered my hard-on that was no doubt making it’s usual morning appearance. I looked down. Yup.

“Are you up yet?” Joe turned away from the empty fridge where he’d been squatting.

Since he didn’t bother to stand, this put him in direct line of sight with my cock. I watched as he flushed, but that seemed to be the only evidence that my display might be having any effect on him. In fact, his eyes were cool and appraising, and when they finally lifted to meet mine, there was humor in them as well.

“Yeah, I guess you are,” was all he said, and then he smiled and turned back to the kitchen to root through the cupboards.

Yup, I thought, he is adjusting nicely. It appeared that now that Joe had finally made his decision he wasn’t going to waste any time pretending otherwise. I smiled to myself, as I remembered again how he’d been last night in bed when we made love for the first time – and the second – and the third. Nah, he wasn’t wasting any time.

I shuffled to the bathroom and started the shower running. Then after staring at it a minute, I turned it off again. On second thought, I had a better idea. Instead, I shaved and brushed my teeth, and took care of the rest of my preparations for whatever the day might bring. I didn’t dress though. I wasn’t sure what Joe was thinking of doing, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to discourage any possibilities.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the main room. Unfortunately Joe had not only rummaged through my kitchen cupboards, but had also taken a minute to throw on a pair of jeans. Well damn! I sighed and went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of sweats. It was probably for the best, at least comfort wise, but I was still disappointed.

Joe was at the stove cooking something that smelled great though where the hell he’d found real food in my kitchen was anybody’s guess. I walked up behind him and peaked over his shoulder.

“Mmmm, smells wonderful, what the fuck is it?”

“Corned beef hash. You had a can of it in the cupboard.”

I shrugged. “If you say so, my mom always sends that kind of crap with me whenever I go home. Most of the time I never even look at it.”

“Obviously,” he said dryly. “I think I unpacked this when you moved in.”

“I doubt it,” I snorted, as I grabbed some plates and silverware for the table. “The way I remember it, the only thing you unpacked was the pizza.”

I sat down and watched as Joe split the hash onto our plates, then went back to the stove and grabbed another pan and walked back over. He used a spoon to carefully scoop up a white gelatinous mass that wiggled alarmingly as he slid it onto the pile of hash on my plate.

“That’s disgusting.”

“It is not. It’s a poached egg and it’s good for you.”

“Whatever you say Felix.”

It took him a second, but he finally got The Odd Couple reference. “Asshole.” He slid the remaining egg on his plate and sat down to eat.

I watched as he took a bite and then closed his eyes in appreciation. Suddenly, I forgot about being hungry. I was too busy staring at Joe to worry about something as mundane as food. Joe, who was here, with me, this morning – full of jokes and smart-ass comments – sitting across from me at this table, eating my food – things we’d done a hundred times before. It was all so familiar, so normal, and yet, everything had changed.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked. I focused on his eyes and watched as he got a little flustered, and I felt my heart flip over in my chest when I realized that I could make him blush like that.

“Eat your breakfast,” his tone was gruff, but I could see the smile playing around the edges of his mouth. “It’s getting cold.”

Obediently I took a bite. “Hey,” I looked at Joe, “this is really good.”

He shrugged, but he smiled.

“I had no idea you could cook.”

“This is not cooking,” Joe snorted. “This is opening a can. But yes, now that you ask, I’m a pretty fair cook. I just never lived any place where I needed to show it off before.”

The coffee maker had been chugging away this whole time, but now it gave a loud gasp to tell me it was done. I went over and fetched us both a cup.

“So that’s what you’re planning on, living here?” I was teasing, but he answered half seriously.

“If you’ll have me,” Joe smiled, but in back of his eyes was a little flicker of uncertainty.

He had nothing to worry about. The thought of him living anywhere else had never even occurred to me.

“Well, let’s make it for a trial period, shall we? Like the next 50 years or so?” I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

Joe grinned happily. “It’s a deal.”

I escort edirne lapped up the last of the hash. “But you have to cook.”

“Hey, I thought this was supposed to be an equal partnership?”

“You,” I went over and grabbed his empty plate. “Were misinformed.”

I went over to the sink and filled the dishpan and gave it a squirt of soap. Joe brought the rest of the dirty pots and pans over to me.

“You wash, I dry?” He said.

I turned off the water and carefully dried my hands. Then I turned to him and wrapped my arms around him. I waited a minute to see what his reaction would be. He just grinned.

“No, they soak and we ignore,” then I added suggestively. “I have other plans for us.”

“Oh really?” Joe tried to sound sexy but his eyes told me he was still a little nervous. Sure we might have sucked each other’s cocks the night before – several times. But daylight was different. And we both knew it.

“Uh huh,” I pushed myself closer to him and twisted around so his back was pressing into the sink.

I pressed my groin to his and was gratified by the little lurch I felt under the worn denim of his jeans. I rotated my ass and ground in a little harder.

“Sweet Jesus,” he purred. “If this is the plan, then I’m all for it.”

“Only the beginning,” I murmured into the ear I was nibbling.

Joe stretched his neck to give my mouth more room to work and laughed softly. “Goody. Shall we retire to the bedroom?” He waved his hand in the direction of my, no our bed.

I pulled back and looked at him. “I think I have a better idea.”

I ignored his questioning look and slid my hand around the waistband of his jeans. I watched as his grin changed to a puzzled expression, as I didn’t take the opportunity to grab him, but rather, turned my back and pulled him by his pants towards the bathroom.

When we got to the doorway I turned back towards him. “You still owe me a shampoo.”

Light dawned in Joe’s eyes and then they darkened as the suggestion took hold in his mind. Now it was his turn to pull me towards him and his kiss was fierce.

“You’re right, and this time, I plan on finishing what I started.”

His hands slid down over my ass and he pushed my sweats over my rump until gravity took over and they fell into a pile at my feet. I returned the favor by using both my hands to unsnap his jeans. Then looking at his face, I watched every click of the teeth register as I slowly lowered his zipper.

We were still in the doorway, but now we both moved to go into the bathroom at once and…

“Damn!” Joe laughed as our shoulders got stuck in the doorframe. “Are you sure we can both fit in here?” He pointed to the room in general and the shower specifically.

“Trust me, we can fit,” I assured him. “We just have to turn in unison and make sure not to make any sudden moves.” I gently pushed him into the room. “And we have to be willing to be close – very, very close.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” Joe practically purred.

I turned on the shower and then, knowing the limitations of my water heater, didn’t waste any time stepping in and dragging my boy with me. The feeling of his naked and suddenly wet skin caused a shiver to run through me even though the water had already reached it’s optimum heat. Joe was behind me and he snaked his hands around my chest and squeezed me to him.

“I guess there is something to be said for small spaces,” he murmured into my ear and then gently bit down on my lobe.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned happily.

Reluctantly he let go and reached for the shampoo and filled his palm with a big dollop. A second later he began kneading my scalp. I bent my head back as far as I could and let him show off his specialty. The last time he’d tried this, I’d been too tense to fully appreciate how talented he was, but now I could feel my muscles relax as he worked the suds through my hair.

“You know,” Joe whispered. “I used to dream about doing this when I was in Italy. Some nights I’d wake up and I could swear I could feel your hair tangled in my fingers. I love how it’s so silky, and how the ends get all twisted and curly around my fingers.”

That surprised me a little. I was still wearing my hair down to my shoulders and I’d been half expecting Joe to make some smartass comment about that.

“You still have it long, I see,” there was that mind reading trick of his again.

I sighed ostentatiously. “Okay, I give up. I’ll cut it.”

Hey, I was in love with the guy. He liked my hair short. If cutting it would make him happy, then I could make the sacrifice. And if the truth be told, I was getting tired of frogging around with it, though I wasn’t going to tell him that.

“Don’t do it on my account,” Joe said.

Huh? “I thought you hated it so much?” I struggled to turn around until we were facing each other.

Joe grinned sheepishly. “Well, um, yeah – I said that…”

I looked at him until a dull red stain showed on both of his cheeks. “You edirne escort bayan shit!” I said as the light dawned. “Are you telling me you actually liked it all this time?”

“Look,” he pulled my head back under the water and started to rinse – mainly, I’m sure – so I wouldn’t be able to look at him anymore. “I told you I was a liar. This was one of those things I lied about.”

I grabbed him and pushed him back against the wall and then leaned in. “So what’s the truth here? How do you really feel about my hair?”

“It’s okay,” he laughed, but he wasn’t looking at me.

“Just okay, huh?” I got my face right into his and arched an eyebrow. “I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Yeah, it’s… nice,” Joe waggled his own eyebrows back at me.

“Nice? That’s all you can say, nice?” I upped the ante by sliding a hand over his chest until I felt a nipple. I slid the nub between two fingers and lightly squeezed.

Joe’s face immediately showed how much he liked that. “Umph! Okay, okay, I think it’s hot.”

“And so you don’t want me to cut it off?” I rotated my palm, lightly twisting his nipple.

“Oh God,” Joe sighed and pressed his rapidly filling cock into mine. “Don’t cut your hair – don’t change a thing.”

“K,” abruptly I stepped back and Joe almost whimpered. He may have been one of the slowest starters the world had ever seen, but now that he’d finally cleared the gate, the boy was putting his all into it.

I handed Joe a washcloth. “But your punishment for lying before, is you have to wash me.”

I could tell by the expression on his face that Joe didn’t think I was exactly a tough disciplinarian. He grabbed the soap and started to lather me up. After a couple of minutes, I wondered who was torturing whom here. He’d foregone using the cloth and was only using his talented hands on my slippery skin. He was very thorough, exploring every crack and cranny. It wasn’t too long before our two rods were doing a sparing match that was going to end in both of them going down for the count if we didn’t call an end to the round soon.

“Turn around,” Joe’s voice was husky. “I need to do your back.” I was pretty sure he wasn’t just talking about washing it either.

I turned, but slowly. This may sound stupid, but for the first time I realized that Joe might be ready for something more than a blowjob, and it was not an altogether happy thought. Like I’d said before, I hadn’t had anything in my ass since Elliot – before that, if you meant anything even approaching consensual sex. Even with Kevin and Saul, I’d noticed how careful they were around my backside, barely touching it, which had been okay with me. Yes, I wanted it again and of course I’d dreamed it would be with Joe, but I’d never considered it would happen so soon.

Funny, I’d been so concerned about his being at ease, I’d never thought about my own issues. Now it seemed that maybe it wasn’t him that was going to back away, but me.

“Joe, I…”

“Shhhh,” his hand stroked my back and chuckled. “I just want to explore another side of you.”

I relaxed a little and let my senses take over. I shivered as I felt his fingers brush the small of my back and then linger over one of my globes. He was delicate as he touched my surface with the soft soapy pads of his fingers, tracing skin and the muscle underneath. It tickled and yet at the same time it seemed to leave trails of fire that burned just under my surface. I realized I’d spread my legs and leaned up against the wall, shoving my ass further and further up in invitation.

So, I thought, through the haze of heat, love really does overcome all obstacles.

Joe’s hand stilled as he came to the raised and angry looking welt at the top of my hip. The rest of my ordeal might be just becoming a hazy memory, but Elliot had left me with a permanent reminder by way of a six inch scar that puckered and pulled and itched like crazy, deep down where no amount of scratching could reach. Gently I felt Joe’s fingers trace the jagged edge.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “The doc says it will take a while, but it should get better in time and if not, I can have surgery done to take out the extra scar tissue.”

Joe didn’t say a word. Instead he moved in closer and wrapped his arms around me. His cock slipped between my legs and I sighed as I felt it slide into my hot crack. I thrust back as he slid forward and the feeling was so exquisite my knees almost buckled.

“Oh God,” I gasped. “That feels so damn wonderful.”

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” Joe’s voice was fierce, almost savage and I wondered how he much of that was a promise to me and how much was an acknowledgement of his own failings. At any rate, it wasn’t something I was willing to pursue in the shower.

“Joe,” I whimpered. “Right now the only thing I’m really interested in is that you’ve got your cock between my legs and it feels damn good! So do me a favor and just shut up and let me enjoy the moment.”

He squeezed me hard and then chuckled. “Okay, you have a point,” and to prove it he thrust hips into me making me groan again. “How much hot water do we have left?”

The question brought me back to the real world. I stood upright and turned to face him. “Not enough,” I agreed sadly. Much as I was suddenly sure I was ready for Joe to fuck me, I didn’t want it to end up being a race against a cold shower.

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Warning! The sex described in this story is extremely casual. There are also a lot of incestuous encounters. If any of this bothers you, I advise you to read another story. If not, enjoy!

Who-is-who: (returning characters)

Jamie, the protagonist of the story, has one younger sister Cindy.

Their parents are Cynthia and Mark.

Their neighbors are Simon and Caroline.

Mark has a sister, Maureen. Her two boys are Samuel and Noah.

Cindy is engaged to Jason.

Jason’s mom is Lorna.

Malcolm has made the transfer from the “Just a cumrag”-series.

With the wedding less than two weeks away, aunt Maureen – dad’s sister – was coming to town and stay with us for a few weeks, along with her two sons Noah and Samuel. Dad had decided to throw a little welcome BBQ in their honor, as it had been almost a year since we’d seen each other.

The boys’ father had long disappeared, so it was just the three of them. Up until a few years ago, they lived in Heaven, but had to move when Maureen’s job demanded it. Understandably, she kept the boys on a tight leash and didn’t allow any lewd, public behavior, outside of Heaven. Although the boys both had girlfriends, they knew better than to bring them along for this particular trip.

The day before they were due to arrive, aunt Maureen called to say that her car had broken down and would therefore be unable to make it on time. Mom and dad wouldn’t hear of cancelling – or even postponing – the party and promised Maureen that they would figure something out.

Since mom and dad had their hands full with the preparations for the BBQ, and Cindy had indicated that she’d be boinking Jason non-stop all morning, I was elected to go and pick up aunt Maureen and her two boys. I grabbed some music for the road, and started the two-hour drive into the city.

I made good time and arrived almost twenty minutes ahead of schedule. When I rang the doorbell, it took Maureen almost a full minute to open the door. She was wearing a flimsy night gown, loosely tied with a matching belt, with nothing but a white bra underneath. I gawked involuntarily at her cleavage and her naked legs.

“Jamie,” she said, surprised, “You’re early!”

“Oh, if you want, I can wait in the car,” I said, fearing I might have interrupted something.

“Don’t be silly,” she said, “Nothing you haven’t seen a thousand times, right?”

I smirked as I closed the door behind me.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, as she pointed at the living room.

“Let me just clean up a little bit,” she immediately added, only now realizing that there was nowhere for me to take a seat.

She quickly went to get a garbage bag from the kitchen and started moving around the living room, picking up empty pizza boxes, soda bottles and all sorts of plastic wrappings.

“I told them to clean this up last night,” Maureen whispered. As she still hadn’t bothered tying her robe properly, I kept ogling her body.

“That’s quite all right,” I smiled, as I grabbed a quilt and some pillows from the couch to make room for myself to sit down. To my surprise, I uncovered a native American outfit, consisting of a short, brown suede-look dress and a black wig, with two pigtails, a headband and a single large feather.

I dropped the pillows and quilt back on the couch, picked up the dress and held it up, wondering where I had seen it before. I was hardly surprised to see countless of dried up cum stains, all over the outfit – even the wig.

Maureen, still cleaning up, turned and froze when she saw me holding the dress.

“I’ve seen this before, but I can’t quite put my finger on it,” I whispered.

“Pocahontas,” Maureen whispered, slightly embarrassed.

“Pocahontas,” I repeated, feeling my cunt twitch, “That’s it!”

Apparently feeling the need to explain herself, Maureen said, “You know boys and their dress-up games, huh! It’s not enough to simply fuck their mother, they make me wear these ridiculous outfits!”

“I must say, Pocahontas is an uncommon choice for roleplaying,” I chuckled, gently running my right hand over the fabric, my fingers going from cum stain to cum stain.

“Yeah, well, a few months ago, the boys had a Frozen-episode. For weeks, I traipsed around in that ridiculous Elsa outfit, and her sister, what’s here name?”

“Anna?”

“Right, Anna! At first, they’d simply double-team me as Elsa, but then Samuel developed a fascination with Anna. So, after Noah fucked me as Elsa, Samuel fucked me as Anna. Twenty minutes of changing outfits, hair and makeup, for three or four minutes of unbridled passion,” Maureen said.

I giggled, as I brought the dress to my mouth and began licking one of the larger stains.

Intrigued by what I was doing, Maureen stopped cleaning and gawked at me, whispering, “I was relieved when they switched back to slutty nurse or secretary… or Pocahontas.”

“I can imagine,” I smiled as I moved my tongue to another location on the dress yalova escort and began lapping even lewder than before, “Do you guys fuck a lot?”

“We have three nights a week reserved for playing and fucking around…” Maureen replied as she undid her belt and dropped her night gown on the floor.

“… and then there’s the occasional blow- or handjob in the shower or at breakfast,” she continued as she unclasped her bra and threw it on the couch.

“And Sunday mornings are reserved for eating pussy. The boys take turns going down on me until I cum, sometimes more than once. When I am properly satisfied, I let them cum on my face and we all take a long, hot shower together,” Maureen smiled.

“Sounds wonderful,” I said as I pushed my skirt and panties down to my feet, pulled my top over my head and unhooked my bra, dropping it on the floor. Maureen, realizing we were both horny as fuck, took a few steps backwards and sat down on a kitchen chair, spreading her legs as wide as she could.

Butt naked, except for my sneakers and little white socks, I strolled over to her and whispered, “I imagine it’s not easy being a whore for two horny teenagers.”

Maureen glanced at me, the word ‘whore’ had not gone unnoticed.

“They sound like a handful!” I whispered as I got down on all fours, right in front of her. Maureen smirked as I put my face against her bush and started licking.

About ten minutes later, Noah and Samuel came barging down the stairs. Although I had heard them approach – they were kind of hard to miss – I didn’t stop what I was doing. As soon as they entered the living room, they froze and gasped.

“Fucking hell,” one of them said, seeing me sitting there on all fours, licking their mom’s twat.

“Boys, you remember Jamie, don’t you? Maureen panted, gently caressing my head.

“Which one is she again?” one of the boys asked.

“Who cares, Noah … can we do her, mom?” Samuel – I assumed – asked.

“Yes, you can fuck the little whore,” Maureen replied, emphasizing the word ‘whore’.

All right, I probably had that one coming, I smiled to myself. Mere seconds later, I felt two hands on my ass. Next thing I knew, one of them was getting on his back, sliding under me and positioning his cock against my twat. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down, forcing me to slightly reposition myself, so that I could keep munching on Maureen’s twat.

As I began bouncing up and down his huge pole, I felt a second cock tapping against my left ass cheek. Apparently, they were planning on double-teaming me, right here, in front of their mother. I felt the second cock sliding down between my ass cheeks, slowly forcing its way into my ass hole.

With my mouth and tongue still in Maureen’s wet twat, I moaned as I felt their two cocks pounding into me – I didn’t even know who was were. The boys sure could fuck! It was obvious that they were used to playing together, and double-teaming Maureen. I thoroughly enjoyed getting lewdly fucked by these two insolent boys, while putting my slut mouth to some use as well.

I came, Maureen came, then I came again, and while the boys were pumping me towards a third orgasm, the one screwing my ass suddenly pulled out and stepped up to his mom. She quickly wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft and starting jacking him off. His brother pulled out of my cunt, quickly got on his knees behind me and stuffed his giant cock up my ass, as well.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I moaned, as I stopped eating.

“Yeah, you like getting fucked up your ass, don’t you, you little slut!” he whispered.

He seemed to grow another inch as he said that, really stretching my ass – even more so than his brother. I moaned loudly, and hung my head down submissively.

“Boys ,” Maureen whispered, “Look at this.”

To my horror, she used her free hand to push some of my hair against her bush, and rub her clit with it. Then, she stuffed several fingers – with my hair around them – into her soggy twat, deliberately soaking my hair with her cunt juices.

“You boys wanna cum in her hair?” Maureen whispered.

“Yeah,” they replied in unison, passionately. They were both ready and very eager.

“You first, Noah,” she whispered. Instantly, the one jackhammering my ass pulled out and stepped over me, pumping his cock furiously as he took aim at the back of my head.

A few moments later, I felt something splattering in my hair.

“Oh yeah, glaze her like a fucking donut,” Maureen exclaimed, edging her boy on. And that’s exactly what he did. For more than twenty seconds, I felt his vile goo splashing and dripping onto my hair.

“Your turn, sweetie,” Maureen whispered, at Samuel, who she was still jacking off.

“Right here,” she added, as she guided his throbbing cock towards her twat – forcing him to squat down a little bit. While she kept fingering herself, with my hair, she pumped him to a spectacular climax and made him spurt all over her escort yalova hand, her twat and especially my hair – which was already drenched with her cunt juices.

I just sat there, now wearing cum from all three of them. God, I was such a bukkake slut! When Samuel’s balls were empty too, Maureen slowly slid off her chair and looked up at her boys, alternately. Realizing what she wanted, they both pushed their flaccid dicks against her face. Lovingly, she opened her slut mouth and started taking turns sucking and licking their spent cocks.

Not wanting to interrupt this mother-sons moment, I crawled backwards a little bit, got up and walked over to the kitchen sink to try and rinse the cum out of my hair. When I was as presentable as I was going to get without a hot shower, shampoo and conditioner, I put my clothes back on and watched Maureen, still making love to her boys’ flaccid cocks.

It took her another couple of minutes to stop sucking, and then another fifteen minutes for the three of them to get ready. Finally ready to hit the road, aunt Maureen took a seat next to me, while the boys got in the back seat.

During the ride home, we talked about my trip to the big city and compared notes on how difficult it was, adapting to life outside of Heaven. We yapped and yapped and before we knew it, over an hour and forty minutes had passed.

Suddenly, just moments after crossing into the no man’ s land surrounding Heaven in all directions, Noah leaned forward and whispered, “Mom?”

“Yeah, I saw it,” she replied, “Jamie, hon, could you pull over for a minute?”

“Sure, why?” I asked.

“Making good on a promise.” she smiled. As I glanced in the rear view mirror, I could see the boys unzipping their pants and whipping out their hard cocks.

As soon as the car had come to a full stop, the boys jumped out of the car as Maureen calmly undid her seat belt and clarified, “I told them I would act out one of their twisted little fantasies, as soon as we crossed the county line.”

“Ok, which one of you horn-dogs is first?” Maureen asked, with a wide grin on her face, as she got out and walked to the front of the car, where Samuel and Noah were waiting for her, anxiously pumping their enormous cocks. I opened my car door and stood up – to get a better view – but didn’t move from my position, so as not to disturb them.

“I am,” Noah said, as he stepped up to her. Since Samuel didn’t object, I assumed they had made some sort of agreement. Maureen squatted down in front of him, leaning her back against the front of the car, and slowly slid her eager mouth over his huge pole.

Holding her head between his young, strong hands, Noah began fucking his mom’s throat, banging the back of her head against the radiator grid, over and over again. He grunted and growled during the whole performance, until, after a couple of minutes, he stepped back and made room for his brother.

Now, Samuel stuffed his hard cock in Maureen’s slutty mouth and gave her the same harsh treatment as his brother had done. Over the course of the next ten minutes, they switched several more times, passing her back and forth between them.

I must admit, the three of them looked good together. Although Maureen obviously loved her boys very much – and usually demanded respect and obedience from them – she also knew that they needed to assert their dominance over her, on a regular basis. And being the depraved slut that she was, she was more than willing to take it all.

Suddenly, Samuel pulled her up and turned her around so she was facing the car, and me. Realizing what was next, Maureen reached under her skirt and took her panties off, then pulled her skirt up far enough so that her twat and ass were uncovered. As she put her hands on the hood of the car and bent down slightly, Samuel grabbed her hips and shoved his hard cock up her twat.

“Oh fuck, mom,” he grunted as he began fucking her.

“I am a slut! Mommy’s such a slut!” Maureen moaned – not because she was so uncontrollably horny, but because she wanted to edge him on. In my humble opinion, she overacted just a little bit, but the boys probably didn’t give a fuck.

After a couple of minutes, Noah tapped his brother’s shoulder, indicating that he wanted his turn. Slightly reluctant, Samuel pulled out and stepped back. Noah swiftly took his place, put his left hand on the small of her back and roughly penetrated her. Meanwhile, he reached his right hand around her and began kneading her tits through her blouse and jacket.

“Oh, take my cock, you slut!” he grunted as he kept ramming it in.

“Yeah [grunt] that’s all I am good for, isn’t it, you bastard?” Maureen groaned.

“Fuck yeah!” he grunted, his testosterone levels surging.

In the heat of the moment, he suddenly ripped her blouse open, and then tore the cups off her bra, one by one. Then, as an encore, he continued with her blouse, completely tearing it to shreds. Maureen, not even a little yalova escort bayan surprised, didn’t say anything or object in any way. She simply gasped and moaned.

“Okay, enough foreplay,” Noah suddenly said, “Get into position, mom.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This had all been foreplay? As soon as her son pulled his cock out of her, Maureen stood up and walked up to the side of the car, glanced at the passenger door and whispered, “Remind me again, how do we do this?”

“God mom,” Samuel whispered, slightly annoyed, “Get in the backseat, on all fours.”

Maureen did as she was told, as Samuel rolled down the window and slammed the door shut.

“Good, now push your slut ass out through the window. Just your ass, nothing else,” he stipulated.

After giving his instructions a few seconds of thought, she began maneuvering backwards, pressing her chest onto her knees as she squeezed her lower body through the car window. When her ass was hanging out as far as she could get it, she grabbed the head rests left and right of her and just waited. It was an unusual, very lewd position, but I kinda liked it.

Samuel stepped up to her and stuffed his erection up her twat. It took quite some doing – considering the strange and unusual position Maureen was in – but once inside of her, he started pumping her hard and rough.

“We got the idea from a dogging clip,” Noah said, as he was suddenly standing right beside me.

“It’s hot,” I replied, glancing at his right fist pumping his dick.

We looked at the scene for a few more minutes, until Samuel loudly screamed, “Oh fuck, I am cumming… turn around, gimme your face!”

Maureen, eager to please, turned around as fast as she could, and stuck her head out, just in time to take her son’s vile cum in her face. He roared loudly and arrogantly moved his spurting dick all over his mother’s face, giving her a proper glazing.

When his balls were empty, he pulled out and looked at his brother, whispering, “Your turn.”

Realizing that Noah was going to want the same treatment, Maureen quickly turned around, again, maneuvering her ass back out the car window. Horny as fuck, and oozing testosterone, Noah slapped my ass and whispered, “Follow me.”

I shuddered a little bit, as I loved being told what to do, and walked with him to the car.

“Show me your tits,” he commanded. I smiled and took off my top and bra, exposing my titties, throwing both items of clothing to the ground. For several minutes, I watched him bang the shit of his mom, while letting him gawk and lust after my rack. I realized that he was deliberately being disrespectful to both me and his mom, but I simply didn’t care – and judging from the moaning she was doing, neither did Maureen.

When he had gotten all the friction he needed, he simply groaned, “Now mom!”

Once again, Maureen spun around and stuck her head out of the window, her mouth open and eyes closed, ready to take his sperm in her slut face. Aside from looking down briefly to verify his aim, Noah kept gawking at my tits the whole time. He even reached out to play with one of them, while his goo kept splattering in his mom’s face.

Once his balls were empty too, he stepped back and gave his brother a high five. While the boys rearranged their clothes, Maureen crawled out of the back seat, picked up my top and used it to clean the cum off her face, and then wipe her twat with it.

I didn’t bother with my bra, and just got behind the wheel in my bare tits. After Maureen had grabbed some spare clothes out of the trunk, and the boys had taken their seats again, we were ready to continue our journey.

As I drove off, I glanced in my rear view mirror, and smirked as I saw Maureen’s torn blouse and bra, as well as my top and bra lying there, on the ground. While Noah and Samuel were snoozing in the back, Maureen and I spent the remaining twenty-two minutes of our trip gossiping.

When I pulled up to the house, I honked the horn, prompting mom to come and open the door. She was wearing a red knee-high skirt and a white sweater. As soon as they laid eyes on her, Noah and Samuel jumped out of the car and rushed up to the house, screaming, “Aunt Cynthia!”

Maureen quickly opened her door and screamed, “STOP!”

The boys froze, about ten feet shy of their aunt and looked back at their mother, confused.

“I would like to say hello to your aunt first, before you shove your dicks into her,” she said as headed for the front door, shooting her boys a dirty look as she passed them by. I stayed close to her, realizing that I’d have trouble getting into the house once the two boys had jumped mom.

“Hi Cynthia,” she said as she hugged mom and gave her three pecks on the cheek.

“Hi Maureen, wonderful to see you again, how have you been?” mom replied, glancing at my exposed tits and rock hard nipples, probably wondering what happened to my top and bra.

“Oh, can’t complain, busy at work… you?” Maureen asked, casually walking past mom and looking back at her two boys, who had already taken out their hard cocks and were wanking them, in the middle of our front yard.

“Oh you know, never a dull moment in Heaven, right?” mom replied,

“I can only imagine,” Maureen replied, looking at her boys, really testing their patience.

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This was the start of our phone sex. Our 4-hr Sunday night conversations would include phone sex. He’s alone at work during this time and he’d masturbate in each of their boardrooms, his work area, and their lounge during winter and at their parking lot during summer.

“Make me cum” was his signal if he wanted phone sex.

We also started texting to each other. We even had terms that only the two of us could understand like:

Hi – I miss you

Hello – I want to be inside you/I want you to be inside me

So all of his texts, his voice mails, and his emails would have “hi and hello” on them.

His email:

Hi and hello everyday Joy,

Time flew by so fast. It’s been almost 3 years since I got your 1st email and it was like – I can’t describe the mixed emotion. I was frozen for a while and just staring at the monitor…your effect on me is like a cyclone…

What do you think about the song Even Now (Barry Manilow)? It’s very touching…

You continue to inspire me…

2012

Jan 3 I didn’t know what’s up with Emman this day. I woke up to his 24 texts and I got 11 voice mails from him on my work phone, not to mention our constant quick phone conversations in 10-minute intervals. He just kept on saying, “I need to tell you something…never mind…”

Until finally…

“I love you, Joy. I’ve always wanted to tell you this, but I’m embarrassed and worried…I tried to stop myself…but the more I do, the more I miss you…even afraid that you might turn me down yet again…or you might leave me again for the third time…”

“I love you, too, Emman. I’ve longed for you to say this to me once again…I’ll never leave you…I promise.”

It became us again after 23 years…

From this day on, our phone conversations became non stop, our text exchanges countless, his voice mails more frequent…

“Each time you say I love you to me, Joy, the fear in my heart that you’d leave me again disappears…”

He’d sing to me When You Say Nothing At All (Ronan Keating), Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing (Aerosmith), You Make Me Feel Brand New (Stylistics) on my voice mail…

We’d even eat or watch the same show on TV while on the phone.

Even when we’re in a long distance relationship, we felt as close as the pillow to the head and we’re too emotionally involved.

Although I’ve been separated for almost 4 years, I felt it proper to tell my ex about Emman. I also told my 2 daughters about him. Emman wanted to ask for a blessing from my eldest. They talked on speakerphone. My daughter said, “Even if I let you, it does not mean it’s right.” And even when Emman was still on the phone, she told me and made sure that Emman heard this, “He’s just going to hurt you, Mom.”

I pondered on her words…he’s just going to hurt me…

I started weighing things out…

He’s still married. I would be competing for his affection. I would be immersing in his trabzon escort world. I would always compare myself to Lorna.

Then I remembered the reasons why I left him twice before in the first place – his false teeth, his squirrel-like face. I had to meet him personally. I insisted on seeing him even for just an hour. I wanted to make sure that I got over his flaws or if I’d be able to accept them before we fall deeply in love. I wanted to make sure that I was not in love with a notion of him. It’s going to be really unfair for him if I let us invest deep feelings for each other only to leave him again, for the third time, if I’d not be able to accept his flaws when we finally see each other again years after.

Mar 27 I woke up at 2am to prepare for my 5 o’clock flight to Toronto. I barely slept because of excitement to see Emman again after 16 years. How would he look like now? Of course he’d look different from the photos that he posted on Facebook. What would I feel? What would he feel?

We kept on texting on my way to the airport. My stomach was doing somersaults. Would he be at the airport to pick me up by surprise even though I told him that the hotel shuttle would take care of me? On the plane, I tried reading to alleviate the jitters to no avail.

I arrived at the hotel at 10 am. I texted him at once. He apologized for not being able to pick me up. And because his shift was 12 mn to 8 am, he said that he’d sleep first and told me to just text him my room no. once I had checked in.

I got a room with two beds and texted him the room no. I promised myself to not sleep with him. If we’d not be able to stop ourselves, the most that we’d do was to masturbate on separate beds. I was not ready to give myself to him because he’s still with Lorna.

We kept on texting each other. I thought he wanted to sleep. Was he excited as well? He could just come and see me.

I went out to lunch alone. When I came back to my room, I fell asleep as I hardly had any sleep at all. At 6 pm, I decided to eat dinner out alone. I was about to turn the doorknob when there was a knock on the door. I peeked on the peephole. It’s Emman…

I didn’t like what I saw. His face got bigger and rounder. He did not age gracefully. He was only 28 when I last saw him in 1996 and this time he’s 44. And he’s still married. I didn’t want to be a mistress. I didn’t want to open the door. I didn’t know what to do. Should I call him on his cellphone and tell him that I’d just meet him in the lobby or should I just text him instead? I got so busy thinking about what to do not realizing that his knocks got louder and louder. I just noticed it when the guest in the other room came out and complained about it. I promised myself to just break up with him before opening the door.

Yes, I insisted on seeing him while he was not so enthused in seeing me when we were just planning this meet up. But escort trabzon the moment I opened the door, he was so amazed by what he saw.

“Oh, my God, you’re so beautiful!” was what he exclaimed. I could not even look him in the eye. I just took the gifts that he handed to me – Pink Chance Chanel perfume, Ferrero chocolates, and Chicken Soup for the Soul (Happily Ever After) book.

One of Emman’s good qualities that I admired years ago was his gentlemanly ways. He’d ask for permission even when he just wanted to hug. This time, he just said, “I want to hug you.” And he did without even waiting for my reply. It’s not even a hug. It’s a long and very tight embrace. I could not do anything but to embrace back. We were so full of emotion. We’re both trembling. And then I felt that he wanted to kiss me on the lips. I held him tighter and pressed my cheek harder on his cheek. I didn’t want to taste his false teeth. But then, he was stronger. We kissed gently, passionately… we were sucking each other’s tongue and slurping each other’s saliva…he’s holding my face…he’s caressing my hair… just like in the 80’s…he pulled up my shirt and caressed my stomach and my back…we slowly got on the bed and he positioned me on top of him while still kissing…we continued kissing and caressing for a long while.

We transferred to the other bed.

“Can I feel your skin, Joy?”

He took off my shirt. He took off his shirt. We’re still kissing and caressing. He started kissing and licking my neck…my ears…biting my ear lobe…he raised my arms and started kissing my armpits…

“Joy, I didn’t know your armpits have the same skin tone as your complexion. I love to bury my face on them.”

He was having a hard time taking off my bra. I helped him.

“Your boobs got bigger than the last time I remember holding them.”

He grabbed and sucked them alternately… circled my nipples with his tongue…then he sucked them…

I told him to be gentle on sucking them, as I didn’t want them to protrude. I didn’t even breastfeed to keep their shape.

And then he started taking off his pants…and his briefs…

Oh, my God! His penis was so tiny! A third of my pinky! I didn’t know that a penis could be that small. His balls, they’re hanging low. I burst into tears. We’ve been doing foreplay for hours and he didn’t even have a hard on.

“What happened to that, Emman? It’s not like that when I masturbated you years ago.”

“Joy, Lorna and I seldom have sex. I never liked making love to her.”

“But you have 3 kids, how could that be possible?”

“Can I kiss you down there, Joy?” ignoring my query.

He wanted to take off my pants. I didn’t let him.

“Joy, until now you’re depriving me of this?” while touching me down there.

He just made do of licking me down there even with my pants still on. I could not make myself get in trabzon escort bayan the mood.

“Joy, please. We’ve waited two decades for this night. I really hope that you allow me to eat you.”

I let him take off my pants and my panties.

He’s trembling while parting my thighs.

“Joy, I didn’t know you have the same skin tone down here as your complexion. I can’t wait to bury my face here.”

He kissed them…he kissed my labia and slowly opened it…he licked my clit…sucked it…

”Please do it gently, Emman. Please don’t suck it too much. I didn’t even allow my ex to suck that as I didn’t want it misshapen.”

He started eating and fingering me. I was sure he’s not used to doing it as his tongue was concentrating on the wrong spot. He’s even trembling.

I could not make myself be in the mood. My mind was thinking about something else. How do he and Lorna fuck? His penis shrunk. They say that penises shrunk when they’re unused. He didn’t even know how to eat a pussy. Didn’t Lorna like cunnilingus or he didn’t want to eat Lorna? How pitiful their sex life must have been for 23 years. Maybe that’s why his hunger for me showed.

I didn’t realize that while thinking about all this, Emman had been eating me for more than 30 minutes already. I should make myself cum just so his efforts wouldn’t go to waste.

I started concentrating. I led his head towards my sweet spot and tried to remember the stories on Literotica that I’d read when I wanted to masturbate. It was effective. I was grinding his face. He could tell that I was really getting horny. His fingering became faster and faster, his sucking and slurping of my juicy cunt getting louder and louder. I was about to climax, but he suddenly stopped…stood up…went to the washroom…and got a face towel.

While he was walking, I could see his low hanging balls swinging. He came back wiping his face so wet with my juice. Why did he have to leave me hanging?

He started eating me again. He didn’t seem to tire. He didn’t stop until I came.

“Joy, you’re so juicy. It doesn’t seem that you’re 43. I love eating your pussy.”

“I’ve been separated since 2008, Emman, and I seldom masturbate. Maybe that’s why I was able to reserve all my juice.”

“It’s my turn, Joy.”

He leaned on the headboard and parted his feet. I really pitied him. We’ve been doing foreplay for hours and his penis did not even seem to budge.

“You didn’t tell me your sex life was no good, Emman. You should have been the one who gave me a reason why you should not marry Lorna.”

I started licking his balls…massaging them…I started licking his shaft…then I started sucking his dick…I was like a baby sucking a pacifier while alternately massaging and licking his balls. There’s nothing to masturbate…using my thumb and index finger, I tried holding his penis up, but it’s so limp. I don’t think it took me 2 minutes and he climaxed. A lot of cum came out and my mouth took everything, up to the last drop. It overflowed. I spat it on the face towel. He’s still so full when we just had phone sex 2 days ago.

We embraced…cuddled…caressed…kissed…finally, we’re able to do what we had longed to do since 1988…our fantasy during phone sex turned to reality…

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When I woke up, it was after noon on Sunday, day 1, A.E. (that’s After Emma, in case you’re wondering). I was a train wreck, physically worn out by last night, and stumbling around the house like a drunken sailor, despite the fact that there was no alcohol involved, whatsoever.

That shouldn’t be construed as not being intoxicated, however. I’ll admit, I was totally and completely under the influence of Emma. Not love. That would be idiotic. Emotions of that sort were not welcome, and she had made that abundantly clear.

No, I wasn’t in love with her after one night together. Lust was another matter entirely. If you’re a guy, you know the feeling I mean. Especially married or committed guys. The feeling you get inside when you see an exceptionally attractive woman. One so blatantly sexy and hot it makes you take a second, third and fourth look, and take a deep breath. One that makes your dick react so fast you don’t even realize you’re hard, until you walk away. A woman that makes you start a sentence with “if I wasn’t married…”

Well, I’m not married, so I don’t have to talk like that. I can act on those feelings, when the situation allows, which it wouldn’t do for a week, at least. I was on forced withdrawal, and it felt terrible.

Mom was still pretty cold when I saw her, but Dad seemed a little more civil than he had last night. Perhaps he was putting himself in my place, as a young man with a young man’s urges.

If he only knew.

So, grounded as I was, I wasn’t allowed out, or to shoot hoops with Amy. Normally, I think that would have also meant no internet, but that’s getting pretty hard to enforce these days. If my parents knew what I’d been up to on the website, I’m sure they would have confiscated my computer, tablet and phone.

If they knew what I was doing last night, and who I was doing it with, I’m sure I’d be grounded for life, however short that life may have been.

Anyway, after I scrounged something to eat and had a shower, I was feeling semi-human. Part of me was a little concerned about keeping up with Emma, stamina wise. I’d never been with a woman who had her appetite, and had konked out on her after only six hours.

Yeah. Only six.

That was our total time together, mind you. Counting the first hour of fun, the explosion of drama in the middle, and the exhausting marathon session that followed, I blew four loads of cum in her, on her, and down her throat. She came more times than I could count, but seemed to never slow down. I finally just decided not to worry about it. Maybe the emotional stress of worrying about the night in advance had worn me down.

I logged on, and checked my messages, finding more evidence that she was part Eveready Bunny. While I was passed out, she was bouncing around like a rubber ball. There were several messages, beginning about seven in the morning.

Hey Naughty. How are you this morning?

You still asleep?

Oh my god! Did I kill you? Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.

Mmmmm. Just watched your video again. Got me so hot I had to use my vibrator. When you wake up, check for messages.

I’m sure you think I’ve lost my mind. I just realized that I messaged you, and told you to check your messages, which you wouldn’t get if you didn’t check your messages. I’m all fucked up.

Amy just came home, and told me you are grounded for a week. I’m sorry, honey. Didn’t mean to get you in trouble. It was a lot of fun, though, wasn’t it?

I laughed. Yes, it was a lot of fun. In the bed, the bathroom, and on the floor, with me on top, her on top, and from behind. Even the brief attempt at standing, which was more athletic than either of us could handle at that point. I responded.

Angel, my dear, don’t worry about it. I’m sure I can handle the punishment. Although, having to go a week without you, after getting a taste, must surely qualify as cruel and unusual. Are you going to wait for me to make parole?

I left the window open on my tablet, and did some mindless surfing, hoping for a response. I didn’t wait long…

So I didn’t kill you? Whew. I think I’ll wait for you to get out, unless we can arrange a conjugal visit ?? she sent.

Um, unlikely. That’s kind of what got me busted in the first place. Good thing they don’t know the whole story.

And no one ever will. Speaking of busted… Got a new picture for you, to help you pass the time. Do you want it? she teased.

Hell yeah! I replied.

What’s the magic word? she asked.

Please? Pretty please? I capitulated.

Well, I suppose that will do. In this case, the magic word is BOOBIES! Check it out!

I clicked on the icon. It was another short video, this time showing all of her, from the top of her blonde mane to the tips of her cute toes. No need to hide anymore. She wasn’t naked, instead clad balıkesir escort in a white satin bustier, thong, garters, stockings and matching high heels. She did a twirl, giving me the 360 view, and stepped closer, giving me a good look at her big boobs bulging up in the cups that tried, but failed, to hold them in. She blew me a kiss, and waved, before the screen went black.

WOW! Nice outfit! For me?

For your eyes only, lover. At least until we can meet again, then you can use more than your eyes. Is it sexy enough for you? she sent.

Angel, anything looks good on you. Actually, nothing looks good, too. Wink, wink. Seriously though, thank you for last night. I had an incredible time.

I know. I was there. I even found some cum in my hair this morning. Thank god, I didn’t bump into Amy before I found it. I haven’t had that much fun in, oh… Ever! My pussy is still buzzing.

That’s probably the vibrator. Did you forget to take it out? I giggled.

No, smart ass. This buzz is internal. You’re a great fuck, honey. I’m going to like having you in my bed. Well, that’s figurative. Not actually my bed. That would be a little more than I’m willing to risk.

I understand. I typed, hearing my mother pass in the hall. I should probably keep this short. Don’t want the warden to cut off my communications. Thanks for the new video. Talk later?

I’ll be here. Remember, stud… Use plenty of lube. Don’t want that beautiful cock to be chafed when next we meet.

Roger that. I may take the day off anyway. For some reason, I’m a little weak today.

Really? I’m fresh as a daisy. Never better. she taunted. Bye for now.

“Fresh as a daisy,” I muttered, laying on the bed. My balls ached, my legs were wobbly, and I was going to take a nap, but she was fresh as a daisy.

Not fair.

***

Monday morning, Amy was waiting for me at the end of her driveway, for the walk to school. She had a little grin on her face as we began the journey. It didn’t take her long to get right to the point.

“So. Grounded, huh? What did you do, you bad boy?” she giggled, bumping me with her shoulder.

This was another part I hadn’t fully thought through. Of course, I hadn’t planned on getting grounded, and having to cover for Amy. That had really made things harder than they needed to be.

“Come on, tell me,” she prodded. “It can’t be that bad, if you only got a week.”

Well, sure. Let’s see. What did I do? First, I saw your mother naked. I fingered her, licked her, sucked her tits. Oh yeah… she sucked my dick, and swallowed a load of my cum. Then I fucked her. That was almost it, but then she decided she wanted more, so we fucked each other all over the hotel room all night, lost track of time, and I ended up missing my curfew by two hours. Your mom is a really hot fuck, Amy.

I glanced over at her, and she was still waiting for a reply, wearing her usual pleasant expression, so I obviously hadn’t actually voiced all of that. Probably best not to. Plan B. Lie of omission.

“I was out too late Saturday night. Blew my deadline by two hours,” I grumbled, hoping she’d let it drop. No such luck.

“Two hours? Wow! Way to bust the tape, buddy,” she laughed.” My Mom would have the cops out, searching for my body after two hours. So, where were you?”

Oh shit. Could you just, for once, not be so nosey? Plan C. Make shit up.

“Oh, just out with a few guys, looking for chicks. Friends of a friend. I don’t think you know any of them,” I smiled. There. That should be suitably nebulous.

“Looking for chicks?” she giggled, adjusting her books, and making her chest more accessible for viewing. Maybe it was a subconscious offer. “Did you find any?”

“Um, yeah. I guess so,” I nodded, walking the tightrope. Watch your step.

“Is she pretty?” Amy asked. Was that jealousy? Just what I didn’t need. Another complication.

“Yeah, I suppose. A little older than us. Nothing serious, though,” I answered.

Amy was silent for a few seconds, then laughed.

“An older woman? Way to go! You dog!” she chuckled, apparently satisfied with the story.

“Amy, this is just between us, right?” I reminded her. “I don’t need it spread all over the school. I’m serious. No gossiping. You promise?”

“Oh, fine,” she sighed, pouting for effect. “Party pooper! I’ll keep my mouth shut. I promise.” She crossed her heart, or her delicious left breast, depending on your point of view.

And I knew she would. We had trusted each other with secrets before, and she had kept things confidential. She’d better keep this one.

The day at school went about as slowly as any day ever had. If time flies when you’re having fun… and my personal experience on Saturday night would seem to confirm that cliché… then it surely drags when you’re not so pleasurably occupied. Not that school was any worse than usual. balıkesir escort bayan At least I had some social contact for a few hours, and Amy was there beside me for most of it.

It’s just that my vista of life had expanded somewhat. Previously, contact with my friends had been on the high end of the scale. I was always on the lookout for a hot girl to ask out, or hoping that Amy would finally say yes.

Now, I had visited the mountaintop. Maybe that should be ‘mountaintops’, given Emma’s FF-cup wonders. With memories of her body so fresh in my head, school had lost some of its luster, and slipped considerably down the list.

I waited for Amy after classes, for our walk home. I wasn’t anxious to have her drill me for more information, but I was even less anxious to be sequestered in my cell at home, so I waited patiently.

“Hi, Dawg,” she giggled, on her approach. I just rolled my eyes, and started to walk quietly. “You’ll be happy to know that your secret remains safe. I told no one, although I really, really wanted to,” she added, bumping me with her hip.

“Thank you, Amy,” I replied softly. “I appreciate your restraint.”

“I’d really love to hear more about this mystery woman,” she smiled, “like whether or not you got lucky, but I’m sure you’d swear me to silence about that, too. I’m have enough trouble keeping my mouth shut about what I already know, so perhaps it’s best you not tell me.”

Yes, perhaps it’s best. You really don’t want to know the truth. Trust me on that.

“Good plan,” I laughed, and we shifted to normal subjects of conversation. Much safer for both of us that way.

At home, I went straight to my room, and laid down for a little nap. I was feeling exhausted, but it was more emotional than physical. Like a boxer, throwing punches that don’t land, but wear him out anyway, I had been trying to hold back my exuberance about Emma. I wanted more of her, much more, but I knew I was not going to get it this week. The tug-of-war my urges had me in the middle of was very tiring.

Emma was in my dreams, even during that short span of sleep, and I woke up with a stiffness in my crotch. I briefly considered taking matters into my own hands, but it was still too early in the day, and Mom might drop in unexpectedly.

I decided to kill some time, surfing around the web, hoping Emma would go online too, so we could talk. Ask, and ye shall receive.

Yoohoo? Naughty? Are you there?

I am. Only five days to go. How was your day? I answered.

Pretty quiet. No clients today. Yours? she replied.

Also quiet. No messages from you 🙁

Well, no… Now that I know where you are, and what classes you’re in, I decided to cool it with the texts and pics while you’re at school. Safer. she typed.

I’m not in class now. Got anything for me? I probed.

Hmmmm… Let me see… Have you been good today? Or have you been… Naughty? she sent.

I guess that depends on your point of view. I’ve been good, but I’d really like to be naughty. Will you be naughty with me? I sent back, feeling my dick swell in anticipation.

Oh honey, you know how I’d love to do just that. I’m becoming quite obsessed with that big, beautiful cock of yours. I’d almost forgotten how much fun sex was. Thanks for reminding me. As a reward, I’m sure I can come up with something you might like. Check back a little later.

Will do. I answered, and closed the browser, mere moments before Mom knocked on my door, and called me to dinner.

Things at the table were pretty normal. Both my parents had calmed down, and since I had accepted my punishment without making a fuss, they were treating me with civility.

“Thank you for not arguing about getting grounded,” Mom said. “I hope you understand we’re only doing this because we care about you, and your safety. You had us both pretty worried that night. It was very unusual for you to miss your curfew.”

“Yeah, bud,” Dad added. “Don’t take it personally. It’s only because we love you. If we didn’t care, it wouldn’t matter.”

“I understand,” I nodded. There was nothing to gain from fighting it. The best thing I could do was just let it slide, and get it over with. Only a few days to go, I was feeling like a kid before Christmas, who knew exactly what gift was waiting under the tree. No curiosity, just pure anticipation of the fun to come… or to ‘cum’.

After dinner, I went back to my room without a word. Emma / Angel had promised me something of a reward, and I wondered what she had come up with. There, in my inbox, was a fresh, unopened message. I clicked it, and then the attachment as well. Another video, it opened with a dark screen.

It didn’t stay dark, however, and soon the screen was filled with a view of Emma’s pussy, pouting open, and very, very wet. A buzzing noise began, and the tip of a vibrator moved into frame, teasing that moist escort balıkesir opening apart and sliding inside. For several minutes, that vibrator plunged in and out slowly, until a fingertip joined in. The finger didn’t go after her clit, as expected, but instead began to dally at her service entrance, spreading excess juices over the tight little ring. I watched the finger pluck the rim, and gasped as it wormed its way into her asshole, while the vibrator continued to probe her pussy.

As if that wasn’t hot enough, she pulled the finger out, and after a brief absence, that hand came back… Holding a long, slender vibe.

“Oh god, Emma! You’re not?” I moaned, feeling my cock twitch in need of release. I unzipped, and pulled it out, while my eyes widened in disbelief. The tip of the slender vibrator circled her ass, then pressed in. I heard her moan deeply.

My cock throbbed. First the satin bustier, now an anal tease. I was going to need to finish this myself. I stroked my shaft firmly. On the screen, the skinny probe was almost halfway up her butt, and she was groaning repeatedly.

“Oh Naughty, I’m gonna cum, honey. You have no idea how good this feels,” she whispered. “Fuck! Here it c…”

Her body shook, as she came. My cock wanted so much to take the place of one of those buzzing, plastic appliances, but that wasn’t going to happen tonight. My hand was a blur. Ah, there it is.

I stood up, and aimed at my desk top. Cleaning it was easier than cleaning the floor. My cock squirted, over and over, while I bit my tongue and tried to be silent. I was mostly successful, and flopped down in my chair as the final spasm passed.

My head was tilted back, and my eyes closed, when I suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs, coming up.

“Fuck!” I cursed softly, stuffing my dick back into my pants hurriedly. On my desk, a puddle of semen sat, spreading slowly. By absolute luck, it had all landed in the same area, and not in a wider, shotgun pattern. I sopped it up quickly with a handful of tissues, but my terror faded as the footsteps went past in the hallway.

I disposed of the tissues, opened the window to air out the room, and did another wipe of the desk, then laid down on my bed, feeling the euphoria of orgasm and adrenaline of fear wane at the same time. In some ways, it felt like that first night with Emma, as I had certainly been fearful then.

I picked up my tablet and sent her a message.

Emma, that was amazing. I’m much more relaxed now. Thank you.

Seconds later, she responded.

I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who’s Emma?

Oops! Please excuse my slip, Angel. Blood left brain for penis, hasn’t returned yet, I typed.

I understand. Feeling the same way, myself. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did. I’d like to do it again with you. You get first choice of entrances, and the vibrator gets the other. I think you might find it fun.

I think you’re probably right. Counting the days. I replied.

***

The rest of my incarceration passed without incident. Amy stopped pressing for information about the mysterious older woman, and kept her mouth shut about the few things she did know. It was all fiction, anyway, but giving her a secret to keep made her happy, and saved both her Mother and me from her anger.

Friday afternoon, when I came home from school, Mom was waiting for me. She had her arms crossed over her chest, looking stern, but not angry. I wondered what I could possibly have done to make things worse.

“Ronnie,” Mom began, “Please sit down.”

“Um, okay Mom,” I nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “What’s wrong?”

“Your Father and I have been talking about your punishment,” she said, “and we’ve decided to adjust it a bit. What you did was very frightening for me, honey, and I want you to know that.”

“I understand, Mom. I’m sorry. I just lost track of time, but that’s no excuse,” I replied, already planning for a longer sentence. “How much more time am I getting?”

“Well, as I said, we’ve been talking,” she smiled, “and we’ve decided to let you out early, for good behaviour. You’ll still have to do extra jobs around the house, but we feel you’ve learned your lesson. You are free.”

Inside, I was doing cartwheels, and my cock was screaming that I needed to tell Emma. Outwardly, I gave it my best poker face, and accepted the news with a simple smile, and a thank you.

I opened my phone, and sent a message to Amy, informing her of my new situation. She replied that she’d be over in five minutes. I was glad to have her to kill some time with, at least until more pleasurable activities were arranged.

So, outside I went, basketball in hand, enjoying the sunshine. In no time, I saw Amy crossing the street, looking her usual athletically sexy self, with her young, round boobs jiggling as she walked. I passed her the ball.

“Out early, huh?” she smiled, dribbling around me. “I suppose that means you’re going out with your lady friend tonight? Or just hunting for new chicks?”

I watched her, unsure of how to respond. Finally, I just spoke my heart.

“Amy, I’ve asked you out a hundred times, and you always say ‘no’. I think that means you’ve given up your right to pry into my love life,” I told her.

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It had been only a week since I’d introduced “Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite” to my girlfriend Suzie, leaving me not a bit surprised that she chose not to spend the very next weekend at my place. While she hadn’t freaked out, she was concerned I was gay since I was so convincing but I assured her I was not. I planned on revealing the truth I’d been with men later, it was enough her boyfriend liked to dress as a woman, so I thought. Not letting her absence get me down, I just merely took the opportunity to shop and treat Desiree to a much needed feminine weekend.

Returning from the mall late Saturday afternoon, I could not wait to try on my new outfit I’d found at Cache, along with the super high heeled spikes to match. As the bubbly bathwater slowly ran, I laid out my ensemble on my bed. The blouse was sheer pink chiffon with flowing sleeves and black pearl buttons with French cuffs that just oozed femininity. I pulled from my lingerie drawer one of my hot pink Bettie Page bras so delicately woven in lace; just looking at it with the visions of my silicone inserts with pronounced nipples protruding as it contrasted strongly against the soft pink made my “clitty” gently rise in anticipation. Out from the bag next was a super tight Versace mini skirt in jet black with subliminal sequins deeply woven in the spandex. Bringing it altogether would be my favorite wide hot pink leather belt, with a gold buckle made of individual gold letters spelling out the word SLUT, which described my desires for the evening perfectly. The six inch spiked heels in black leather securely encasing my noir Donna Karan stocking feet would be the cat’s meow.

Ummm, I just couldn’t wait but nevertheless thoroughly enjoyed soaking in my perfumed bath. Enjoying the massaging bubbles and a cold screwdriver, I carefully painted my two inch dragon lady nails vividly with hot pink polish and a clear top coat and set them aside as I contemplated going full fem with the shaving of my legs, cock and balls. Seeing as the cat was out of the bag with Suzie knowing now and obviously not caring, I decided to go all the way and coated my best feminine assets with pink Caress shaving cream and carefully removed all traces of manly hair from my legs, cock, and balls. Looking at my arms, I said, hell why not, and shaved them top and under soft and slick as any woman. As I softly towel dried, I readied my “douche” and found the warm water entering my hopeful “pussy” to be quite fulfilling.

Clean as a whistle, inside and out, I sat upon my bed and painted my toenails the same vivid hot pink. Just the smells of femininity caused my cock to rise to attention and as my toenails dried I could not help but to stroke it to a full palm of cum which I lapped the sweetness up and swallowed. Damn, I love the taste of salty sweet man juice and hoped tonight would be the night that would return my memories to my youthful street walking days when I could make any man drool in anticipation of my full lips devouring his cock.

As I sat at my makeup table, the coverings of a showgirl went on like a dream. Lashes jet black, long and curled, they highlighted the pink effects of the brow. Cheeks defined with pink powder and lips outlined in bold hot pink with the wetness and sheen of a soft pink painting their fullness. Back to the bed, I lay down and tucked cock and balls deep inside me and secured them with flesh colored tape. Rising, I used the same tape to push my man boobs together to present the illusion of cleavage.

Sliding into the softest Donna Karan sheer black French pantyhose, my legs made an instant transformation. Next came the hot pink Bettie Page lace bra and inside dropped my D cup silicone tits, the nipple so pronounced they practically begged seduction. The new chiffon blouse felt so grand against my skin and the contrasting pinks just made my heart throb. My Versace mini skirt required a wiggle to get into and the wide hot pink belt cinched my waist just enough to give me that feminine curve between hips and waist. The gold lettered buckle spelling SLUT was hardly needed at this point as everything to this point clearly stated the same. Slipping into my Italian six inch heels lifted my buttocks just as if they were naturally born to a woman causing my swagger to the wig stand to be as exaggerated as any runway models. I could feel my tucked “clitty” swell with the swish swish sound of my stocking clad legs touching one another as my strut crossed with the bounce of my ass. There would be no doubt sweet wetness could be tasted with a swipe of a finger between my cheeks soon.

Ah, the crowning glory, my favorite long blonde “super girl” wig with luscious strawberry blonde waves folding inward towards my neck and falling sexily upon my amble boobs. It has always been that moment in the transformation that cinched it for me, from that point forward; I was “Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite.”

Jewels came next as I searched my jewelry box for my favorite earrings. Didn’t take long to find them and upon one ear I attached a gold lifelike cock and upon the other went the gold balls, both so realistic with the well defined head on the cock and the van escort familiar sag of a pair of cum filled balls. The next was the crème de la crème for any cocksucker and that was my tongue jewel of a golden cock. I’d been chicken to get my tongue pierced and had a gay jeweler make me a metal cock, 14K plated, with a magnet I could place on the underside. It was perfect and always managed to get my desires across when everything else failed. My diamond engagement ring and a few golden bangles finished out the jewels and I completed this step at the makeup table with a few well placed squirts of Lauren perfume.

The finally came with the application of my hot pink two inch dragon lady nails, first the glue and then the nails, insuring my transformation would at least be two days in the least. The permanency of the glue always makes me tremble with excitement.

Perfection ran through my mind as I gazed at the reflection of one hot cock sucking whore in the full length mirror. As I turned my head and body in admiration, my tits giggled and blonde locks swayed with the motions.

The clicking of my heels on the hardwood floors along with the fragrance of womanly sexuality announced a woman was in the house. I fixed a tall cold tequila sunrise and sat down in the living room and perused the local gay newspaper for events tonight. Just now 9 pm, I had plenty of time to calm my nerves for opening show time at Illusions, the best female impersonator bar in Midtown.

Putting on my favorite song, “I feel like a woman”, I fished out some old copies of FMI from my porn stash. Rereading the stories I’d submitted long ago about my trips to bookstores, I succumbed to the fond memories. If only I’d recorded every adventure Desiree had in adult bookstores, lordly, I’d have a book and a half. Along with the rest stops, truckers on lonely highways, I’d seen and sucked many a man to completion in my day. I was hoping tonight would be as fruitful as I finished my third drink of the evening.

I was just making sure my purse had all the necessaries of a woman in need, lipstick, lip gloss, keys, money, license, perfume, extra nails, extra pantyhose, brush, it was all there. Taking one last glance of pure sexuality in the mirror, I fluffed my blonde locks to their fullest, painted my lips with glossy pink wetness, refreshed my perfume and was headed to the door when the phone rang.

I let it ring off the hook as I tried to let my heart calm for the opening of the front door. There were always neighbors to worry about, no one in the apartment complex knew of my alternate personality, or at least that I knew. As I turned to close the door, the phone rang again and I heard my neighbors door latch turn and I hurried back inside my apartment. I succumbed to the untimely call and answered the damn phone. Much to my surprise, it was Suzie. She was obviously drunk as she could barely spew out her troubles when a man came on the phone and told me she had a flat tire and was too drunk to drive. He gave me the location and I told her I would come down and get her.

Crap, I thought to myself. A perfect evening ruined. All dressed up and now this. I needed a drink and fixed one more as I tried to decide what to do. She already knew of Desiree and the location she was at was in the middle of Midtown, no less smack dab where all the blacks partied. I would be asking for it if I went down there dressed.

Not two minutes ago I’d been outside, ready to lock my door and strut to my car, now this decision. My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the banging of a fist against my door. Easing over to the peep hole, I saw my neighbor and another friend standing at my door.

They were clearly intoxicated and soon they began shouting, “Open up honey baby.”

“We know what you want, sissy boy.” they continued to shout.

Throwing all caution to the wind, I opened the door and they barged right in.

Keith wasted not a moment in saying he caught a glimpse of me all decked out and the both figured they’d get a quick blowjob before heading out to the strip club and with that I was presented with not one but two hardened white cocks sticking out of their pants.

Nearly three sheets to the wind, my shyness and secret now gone; I knelt obediently and swallowed cock right then and there. Working feverishly from tip to base, it took not two minutes before Keith unloaded a hot wad of sticky man juice down my throat, which I swallowed without hesitation. Next came his unnamed friend who was much larger by this time and he manhandled me in a way I long for, force fucking my face as his large manhood would in no way fit entirely in my loving mouth. My jaws ached as he hands gripped the back of my head forcing me to swallow just as his head swelled and released what seemed like a bucket of cum. Cum oozed down my cheeks, just what I was wanting to avoid, I gathered what I could on my fingertips and licked them clean.

They thanked me for the blow jobs and left as quickly as they entered, laughing the whole way.

Shit, I was dirtied now. Quickly I refreshed my face and decided what van escort bayan the hell; it’s all out in the open now and hurriedly left to get Suzie.

I must admit, the thoughts of what just occurred sent many fantasies through my mind as I drove the highway to Midtown. Having a man living so close that knew of Desiree could make for some fun evenings, no doubt, as I envisioned spending the night at his place pleasing him and his friend. Again, my tucked “clitty” swelled.

I hit the dome lights and placed a finger to Desiree’s any man’s land, felt its wetness, and brought the sticky finger to my lips and kissed its sweetness. I shivered with excitement and was nearly scared shitless when a blast of a trucker’s horn interrupted my decadent thoughts.

To my right was my old friend, the lonely trucker. Ah, the black silk encased legs did the trick again. I can’t count the number of truckers these legs have enticed and I reveled in the notion of once again strutting up to the dark side of a big eighteen wheeler and engulfing his smelly manhood between my painted lips. After all, it is how I lost my virginity. Even before I’d been with a woman, I’d completely fooled a trucker into thinking I was a hot chick on the rag looking for a cock to suck. I’ll never forget that night, his hands forcing my lips to smother the base of his dick as he filled my virgin mouth with its first taste of cum. It was my first and the only time I’ve ever spit out the sweet reward I’ve grown accustomed to savoring.

It was as if I’d lost control of my own actions as my right turn signal beckoned him to join me on the busy highway’s area for accident investigations. As I waited for his air brakes to sound an invitation for my sexy strut to his cab, I painted my lips with enough gloss to insure an easy sexy glide of man flesh between them. As his headlights shone brightly as if I were walking down a model’s runway, I purposely walked daintily yet with enough wiggle for all passerby’s to see the curvaceous slut obviously heading to her next job. I smiled when more honks came and greeted this stranger with a smile and a lick of my lips as I motioned for him to join me on the dark side.

His pecker was dangling before I even had a chance to kneel and I was surprised when the bold slut came over me and grabbed his hardening meat by the hand and led him to the driver’s side, where I promptly knelt and swallowed his cock. In clear view of all motorists was the delectable site of a hot blonde in a short mini going to town on this trucker. I’ve never sucked a cock to completion any faster, let me tell you. He was zipped and smiling in nothing flat and I had the sweet taste of cum and all those approving honks to recall and relish the rest of the evening.

God, what a night, could it get any better. Three cocks and I hadn’t even stepped a heel into a bar yet.

By the time I arrived at the Quick stop Suzie had called from, I found her passed out in the passenger’s seat of her car. I opened the driver’s door and slid in and gently awoke her. To say she was a bit freaked out is an understatement. She couldn’t believe I’d left the apartment dressed like that and when she spied my earrings and belt buckle she laughed and as I laughed along with her she saw the gold cock on my tongue.

“I knew it. You do suck cocks!” she exclaimed.

She explained there was no way I would go to so much effort in transforming from man to woman if not for the intention of getting fucked by a man.

I relinquished the truth and spilled the beans but at the same time insured her I was still a virgin. Again with the lies, I thought, a little truth at a time. It was sort of true; I’d only been fucked once by a black man in an adult book store booth. I preferred to suck cock; I told her and even went as far as telling her about the three men earlier tonight.

“Well, we will have to remedy that tonight, get you good and fucked, you cock sucking slut.” she slurred.

Continuing with more verbal abuse as we walked to my car, she instructed me to head to Head’s and Tail’s strip club on Lucky Street.

I’d heard of this bar before although I’d never been as it was both a strip club for women and men, with naked men on one side and women on the other.

It was a short drive from where Suzie broke down and it became obvious that it wasn’t her first visit there that night as the doorman greeted her with, “Back so soon, Suzie?”

Suzie’s reply, “Yeah and I brought along my best cock sucking girlfriend with me this time. She says she a virgin so I thought I’d fix her up with Big John tonight.” she stated boldly.

He laughed and said, “Well, she’ll be good for no one else after Big John plants his meat in her.”

I merely smiled and strutted into the bar with all the confidence of a seasoned whore.

Taking stools at the bar, I made sure my legs and heels did all the flirting they could muster as the room we entered was filled with half naked men, a few women and quite a few gay men. Suzie was quite the doll that night too as her white mini hardly covered her well defined ass as escort van she sat with her long bare legs crossed towards mine.

She teased me by running her white spiked heels up and down my stocking clad legs saying she couldn’t wait to see me getting my ass filled with Big John’s enormous black cock.

I was trembling with anticipation and ordered us some screwdrivers to calm my nerves. I must admit once my nerves settled, I began to enjoy all the dancers’ attention to us as they strutted and gyrated around the bar. One table of very hot women had three men to their table and stuffed enough bills in their g-strings to get them completely naked and the swaying of semi-hard cocks made my mouth water as I traced my golden tongue cocks head inside my pouted lips.

“So, tell me more about Desiree, the Hot to Trot Transvestite. Just how many cocks have you sucked in you illustrious career as a transvestite slut?” queried Suzie, as she downed another drink.

“Tonight’s three brings the total up to 54”, I boldly pronounced.

“God, you are quite the slut”, that’s more than most women have in a lifetime”, she stated following with, “What’s wrong with your pretend pussy? Wouldn’t you love the feeling of hot cum shooting up your backside?”

I explained to her that this side of me was just an escape; that I only presented myself to men in quick and dark places like adult bookstores, bar bathrooms, truckers, and the like; that I’d never had a steady boyfriend. I further went onto explain that it truly did start as mere cross dressing but after my first sexual experience giving head to that lonely trucker, I’d grown to love being treated like a slut and sucking cock was the best and easiest way to get that feeling.

“Well, we can accommodate that and more, my sweet sissy.” she said devilishly, as she motioned for the bar tender.

“Two more stiff drinks here and please have Big John come see us.” I heard her ask.

As the drinks arrived, I saw this giant of a black man stroll from the dressing room. I could tell Suzie’s eyes were fixed upon me as my own gathered every inch of this approaching beast of a man. Nearly 6 foot 8, with abs of steel and the cutest well defined butt encased in a pair of sheer white man panties, my eyes stopped and deadlocked on what quite possibly was the thickest and longest cock I’ve ever seen. Tucked not so discreetly between flesh and sheer silk, one could clearly see the extraordinarily well defined head on a dick that stretched from his middle clear to his hip. I’ve always had a weakness for a man with a pronounced head as I love to see my dragon lady nails trace its definition while I gently kiss and delve my tongue in its inner wall. It’s especially enjoyable after making him cum, drives them mad.

I was lost in just that thought and my intent stare was interrupted by a whisper from Suzie, “And that’s in its soft state.” she said with a sly wink.

Suzie introduced me as her cock sucking sissy and former boyfriend, Desiree. With my chin directly across from this magnificent piece of manhood, I painted my lips with a wet tongue and looked up at him and with a smile, winked sexily.

Suzie traced her long nail along the length of Big John’s cock and explained that I was a so called virgin and that she would like to employ him to treat me to a good ass fucking.

With no more words, we merely followed Big John into a secluded bedroom hidden away from the bar.

Suzie wasted not one moment and stuck her nail between the cheeks of my ass and ripped a good fuck hole in my 22 dollar Donna Karan pantyhose. Next, upon my soon to be love canal, I felt the coldness of lube being applied.

I was too mesmerized by the thought of this cock in my ass to care about her ripping my hosiery and merely took my place on the bed assuming the doggy position while I inched my way across the bed and wrapped my lips around this slowly rising monster. As he stood there, his cock was poised perfectly for my mouth, I did my best to engulf as much as possible. Regretfully, I could manage only the head due to its girth but bathed it with enough lip gloss and my salivating mouth until it was rock hard.

“Now, it’s time to get your pussy stretched, sissy boy.” I heard Suzie demand.

Without further instruction, I turned and presented my upraised ass to Big John.

“Uh, uh, you sissy bitch whore. You have to do the work on Big John.” said Suzie as she pointed to the hand loops above the bed.

When Big John lay upon the bed with that hard cock throbbing, I got the drift and took hold of the loops and eased my lubed “pussy” onto that massive dick. The pain quickly turned to being what I’ve always imagined a woman felt like, with my walls clinching tightly against this intrusive piece of man meat and I worked my butt muscles feverishly to make him feel as good as I felt. With an unexpected thrust of his cock, I found my insides being pumped full and my only reaction was to scream for more. My fake tits bounced with every thrust and I felt just like a porn queen and soon my newfound pussy and ass cheeks were slapping his flesh. I rode that monster for what seemed like twenty minutes until I felt his head expand against the insides of my love canal and spurt one load after another. It felt as if it would never stop, so good, so warm, so hot and so gooey, I could not stop and continued to ride him until my own cock spewed cum without so much as a touch of my hand.

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The Maid, the Young Man and Aunt

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She was a plain looking lady who came to his home to do some domestic chores such as sweeping, swabbing the floor, washing clothes and utensils. Around 50 years old, she used to wear faded clothes that were somewhat loose fitting.

The maid’s routine was to come to his house early in the morning and complete washing utensils, clothes and to sweep and swab the floor. In the evening, she used to wash the utensils left over from the morning. He was Satish, a bachelor of some 26 years of age and worked in a local company in the city where he lived.

One day Kammo, for that was the maid’s name, volunteered to make breakfast and pack some lunch for him. She also offered to make dinner in the evening. Satish offered her an increase in her salary for the extra work she did. Kammo was very pleased and thanked him for the increase in pay.

Everyday, Satish was well fed for Kammo knew how to cook and she ensured that Satish got some good and simple but tasty food. Satish’s house was a compact and comfortable two bedroom flat in the city. He occupied one bedroom and had furnished the second one for accommodating a rare guest or two. Other than the two bedrooms, there was a drawing cum dining room.

One weekend Satish got up late and Kammo also came a little late. She went about her chores as usual. On one occasion during the morning, she came a little close to him and as she went past in the limited space in between the dining table and the wall, she brushed against him. Satish could feel the shape of her butt as she went past. Spongy and soft, he suddenly found himself aroused. Kammo saw the shape of his prick against his pyjamas and smiled quietly to herself.

That afternoon, it rained quite heavily and Kammo could not go home. Satish asked her to eat with him and she did, sitting on the floor. After lunch, she wanted to lie down and Satish told her to sleep on the cot in the guest bedroom but Kammo contented herself by lying on a straw mat and a dhurrie, a cotton rug. Satish insisted that she use a pillow and she did so with some reluctance.

Satish went to his room and lay on the bed. After some time he dozed off and when he got up, he realised it was late afternoon. Satish wanted to have some tea and went to ask Kammo to make some for him. As he went to the guest room to ask her, he saw that she had loosened her blouse and as she was not wearing a bra, her large breasts and nipples were clearly visible. Kammo was not asleep and she got up suddenly and realised her state but did not cover herself up. She smiled at Satish and asked him what he wanted. He told her to make tea for both of them and went to his room.

After 15 minutes Kammo came into his room and gave him his tea. She sat on the floor and sipped her tea. She had covered her bosom with the sari but Satish saw her blouse was still a little loose and he could make out the outline of her breasts. Kammo started chatting with him and asked him about his family. Satish told her that his parents had passed away in an accident and he had been brought up by his uncle and aunt, who were part of his extended family. He told her that they had a lot of neighbors who treated him like a part of their family and he would call his ‘foster’ aunts Mausi, chachi etc.

Kammo told him about her life. She was married early in life and was widowed after about 15 years of marriage. She had one daughter who was living a 1000 miles away at the other end of India. Her daughter would visit her once in a while but otherwise she lived a lonely life on her own. Some men had tried to befriend her and made passes at her but she stayed steadfast and refused to look at other men. Now that she was 50, none of the men cared to look at her. Satish told her that she was quite okay despite her age and must have been pretty in her younger days. Kammo was flattered and actually blushed.

She told him that he was quite handsome and whether he intended to get married. Satish mumbled that he was still too young for marriage. Kammo asked him whether he had any girlfriend. Satish shook his head.

Kammo got up and took her cup and his. While bending over to take his cup, her sari slipped and Satish had a good look at her large breasts and cleavage. Kammo got up, slowly adjusted her sari and left the room. She went about washing the tea vessels and the cups and also preparing vegetables for dinner. After she finished making dinner, she looked out and saw that it was still raining heavily. Satish asked her to stay the night in order to avoid the rain.

Kammo slept in the guest room but was woken up by thunder and lightning. She came over to Satish’s room and saw he was awake. She told him she wanted to sleep in his room as she was scared of thunder. Satish said okay and she brought her mat and dhurrie to his room. She lay down and unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse. She also removed her sari and was in her petticoat. As it was not too late, she asked Satish whether he had been with a mardin escort woman or girl ever. Satish replied in the negative. Kammo teased him about it and said he was already old enough to get married and what would he do if he had no experience. She got up and came to him. Slowly she removed her blouse and Satish had a good look at her large breasts and nipples. She took his hand in hers and placed it on one of her tits. Satish was surprised but instinct took over and he squeezed her breast. Kammo sighed with pleasure. She asked him to wait and she eased herself out of her petticoat too and stood fully nude before Satish. Kammo’s body could only be described as voluptuous. From the curve of her breasts which were large and relatively firm to the gentle undulation of her belly and her butt, which was large and round. Satish felt his prick rising and getting hard. However, he wanted to experience her body fully so he ran his hands all over her. He felt her breasts and then her navel, then her shoulders, her back and her butt. He asked her to lie down and turn over and caressed her ass. All this was making Kammo very excited.

She saw that Satish was becoming erect and asked him to take off his clothes. Satish obeyed. Kammo put her hand around Satish’s prick and played with it for a while. This made Satish jump a bit. Kammo asked Satish to lie down, climbed on to his bed and lay next to him. The softness and warmth of her body next to his made Satish feel very horny. This was the first time he had been so close to a woman and he was ecstatic. Now Kammo placed one of her breasts in Satish’s mouth and he sucked on her nipple. Kammo soon replaced one breast with another and he sucked on that too. Her hand moved slowly over his prick and she stroked it gently. After a while she guided Satish’s hand to her pussy and asked him to stroke it. She told him to insert a finger in her vaginal opening and he felt its wetness. Soon she asked him to insert another finger and he moved his fingers slowly in and out of her cunt. She came after a while and sighed in contentment.

Now, she asked him to climb on her and guided him as he inserted his prick into her. Satish was a complete novice in matters of sex but Kammo’s expert guidance made him start slowly and then to speed up his movements. Kammo also raised her hips in response and tightened her vaginal muscles and relaxed them in turns making Satish get even more excited. Finally both came together in an explosion of lust and stopped to catch their breath. Kammo asked Satish to stay in her till he became soft and slipped out of her. Kammo kissed him all over his face and his mouth. She inserted her tongue in his mouth and this excited Satish. In the matter of a few minutes he had been subjected to sensations never experienced by him.

Kammo said she wanted to wash herself and suggested that Satish also do so. Both washed themselves, Kammo applied soap to her nether region to make herself clean. Satish did likewise and both went back to Satish’s bed. Kammo hugged Satish and rubbed herself against him. The feeling of her skin against his and the rough texture of her pubic hair rubbing against his skin got him excited. Kammo asked him to suck on her nipples again and Satish did so quite happily. She allowed him to do so for a while and slowly pushed his head downward. Satish kissed his way down to her navel and on her pushing him down further, he kissed her thighs but stopped short of her vagina. Kammo asked him not to hesitate and he started licking her pussy. Kammo guided him to her clit and he licked it and sucked on it. She jumped in ecstasy and came once again. She asked Satish to lie down and kissed her way down his body and took him in her mouth. Soon Satish was erect once again. This time, Kammo asked him to lie down and climbed on him. She slid down his prick and moved slowly up and down. Satish held on to her ample hips and felt their softness and roundness. This got him even more excited and he raised his hips to fuck Kammo. She was also excited and both came after a while as Satish had already come once. Kammo came twice during his fucking.

Both just lay down completely spent. Kammo kissed him again and again and said she had never been fucked like this ever. Satish took her breast in his mouth and quietly sucked her nipples. Both kissed each other and slept entwined together.

In the morning Satish woke up first and saw her nude form next to him. He started playing with her tits and tweaked her nipples. He felt her all over paying attention to her butt that utterly fascinated him. Kammo woke up and asked him to suck on her tits. She also played with his prick. Soon Satish climbed on her and marvelled at her skin against his. Kammo also responded with vigour and soon both came noisily. Luckily Satish’s house was away from his neighbours and nobody could hear them.

Kammo told him she would be there for him everyday. Soon both got up mardin escort bayan and went about their work. Satish left for the office and Kammo went home. She returned in the evening to make dinner for him. Satish came home to find a hot cup of tea waiting for him. Kammo made chapatis for him and for herself. Both ate quietly.

Satish busied himself reading the newspaper and some books while Kammo was in the kitchen washing the utensils. She came to his room and found him in his underwear. She slipped out of her clothes and stood nude before him. Satish pulled her to him and kissed her. Both were engrossed in the act and they tongued each other for five minutes. Satish took her breasts in his hands and played with them before sucking on them till Kammo asked him to pay attention elsewhere. He went down on her and sucked on her pussy and clit. Kammo was in ecstasy and she asked him to fuck her rightaway. Satish started to climb on her but she asked him to fuck her doggy style. He did it and both were extremely excited. They reached their orgasms almost together and wrapped themselves around each other and just slept.

For about three months this was the routine and Kammo started glowing from the sexual activity she experienced. Satish was also delighted at the way things turned out. One day however, he got a phone from his uncle that one of their neighbours whom he looked upon as his aunt, was going to his town and she would be staying with him. Satish had no choice but to accept. He told Kammo that during the period of his aunt’s stay, she would have to refrain from any sexual activity or even hints. Kammo was a little disappointed but agreed.

His aunt Shalu, though not related to him by blood, was one of those neighbours who was always warm and affectionate. Satish received her at the train station and brought her home. He showed her to her room and told her that Kammo, the maid, would take care of all domestic chores including cooking. Kammo met his aunt and greeted her with a Namaste.

Shalu was a tall lady well built, but not fat. She had come to meet some of her relatives and was looking for a match for her son in the town. Shalu had been widowed some years earlier and had just one son, who was working in Delhi. Satish took her to meet her relatives and guided her about how to get back home. He gave her the key to his home and left for his office.

As Kammo was not in a position to have sex with him, Satish missed the pleasure but had to bear with it quietly. Meanwhile Shalu had made herself at home and was quite comfortable. Kammo had taken charge of all the chores of the house and she did not have to do anything. Sometimes, Shalu would go out and return by the afternoon. Kammo’s routine consisted of coming in by 7 AM and doing the sweeping and swabbing of the house, as well as making breakfast. She would return around 11 AM and make lunch for Shalu. During weekends, she would cook for both Shalu and Satish. In the evening she would return and make dinner around 5 PM.and leave at 7 PM.

Shalu was quite a passionate woman and had a very active sexual life with her husband, till his sudden demise. She was around 48 years of age and missed her sex. But like most Indian women she had suppressed her urges and concentrated on her son, whom she doted on. One day she caught Satish in his underwear and quickly went back to her room. She remembered his taut body and build and felt some of her urges return. Satish was no doubt very polite and well bred and treated her as elders are treated in India, with respect. Nonetheless, she longed for sex and biology took over. She decided to seduce him but had to do it carefully. She waited for Kammo to depart, one day and ate dinner with him. During dinner she asked him how he passed his time, whether he had a girlfriend and so on. Satish answered her politely but sensed an undercurrent of need in her. He asked her about her marriage and life with her husband, whether she missed him and so on. Shalu told him that she was extremely lonely and had felt a little better after staying with Satish. After dinner, Shalu cleared the table and put away the dishes in the sink.

She asked Satish to come to her room . She had unbuttoned the top three hooks of her blouse and removed her sari. Clad only in a petticoat Satish could see her ample cleavage. She asked him to sit next to her on the bed and started talking to him. Satish could hardly concentrate on what she was saying as she kept bending down to show more of her breasts. Shalu asked him if he had been with a woman. Satish said he had just one experience so far but declined to elaborate. Shalu took his hand to her breast and asked him to squeeze. Satish, deprived as he was of sex for a while, readily complied. Shalu brought her face close to his and kissed him on his lips. Satish responded and soon both were kissing each other passionately.

Shalu removed her blouse and unfastened escort mardin her petticoat as well. She lay nude in front of him as she wore no bra and panties. Soon both were again kissing each other and Satish started squeezing her breasts. Shalu asked him to suck on her nipples and was sighing with delight. After her husband’s death she did not have any sex and was truly ecstatic. Shalu put her body right next to him and asked Satish to remove his clothes. Satish quickly stripped and cuddled against Shalu. His prick became erect and she put her hands on it. Soon Satish kissed her breasts and her navel before licking her nether region. He found her clitoris and licked and sucked at it. Shalu had never had oral sex with her husband and orgasmed several times. Finally, she asked Satish to climb on her and fuck her. Satish started slowly and soon increased the speed and vigour of his thrusts. He felt the texture of her pubic hair against his body and liked it.

Shalu raised her hips and encouraged him with some obscenities he could not imagine she even knew. Finally both came together and continued to cuddle against each other. Satish felt her ass and marvelled at the softness and roundness of it. Shalu got up after a while and washed herself. Satish did likewise and they slept cuddled against each other. Some time in the night, Satish felt her against him and got aroused. He lowered his hands to her pussy and rubbed it with his fingers. He inserted his fingers in her cunt and she responded and orgasmed. Soon, Satish asked her to spread her legs and inserted his prick in her. Shanno was again treated to a strong dose of fucking and enjoyed it immensely. Both came again and went back to sleep. They had to get up early before Kammo let herself in.

However, the sheets were a giveaway and Kammo gathered that there had been some sex in Satish’s room. The only person who could have been fucked by Satish was Shalu. Kammo said nothing and went about her tasks as usual. Shalu had to go out and she left by 8 AM. Satish used to leave for his office around 9 AM. She saw an opportunity to have a quickie with Satish. Kammo teased Satish and asked him how he had found Shalu. Satish tried to deny that he had fucked Shalu. But his protestations were inadequate. Soon he confessed that he indeed had sex with her. Kammo rubbed herself against him and soon Satish was aroused. Soon both were on his bed and he was vigorously fucking her. Kammo enjoyed herself and wished that she had a longer session but this would have to do for now.

Shalu came home in the afternoon and found Kammo busy with her chores. She asked her to bring a cup of tea. Kammo made the tea and gave it to her.

Shalu was feeling tired and her feet were aching. She requested Kammo to massage her feet. Kammo brought some mustard oil and started applying it to Shalu’s feet. The massage made Shalu feel good and she asked Kammo whether she would also massage her waist. She removed her sari. Meanwhile Kammo told her to remove her blouse and bra also as it would be stained with oil. Kammo also removed her sari in order to avoid oil on it. As Shalu relaxed due to the massage she was getting she felt relaxed and drowsy. She barely heard Kammo tell her to remove her petticoat as well to avoid it getting stained. Kammo removed her petticoat and continued with her massage. She massaged her butt and her thighs. She also massaged her calves and asked her to turn over.

Shalu turned over and Kammo told her that she would massage her entire body. She massaged her shoulders and arms. Later she came to her breasts and massaged her breasts and nipples. She went down to her navel and by then Shalu was aroused. Kammo could make out that and she rubbed her pubes and massaged her clit. By now Shalu could stand it no more and she pulled Kammo, who had removed all her clothes, to herself and kissed her and asked her to suck her nipples. Kammo had some experiences with women and she first stripped and then started on Shalu’s nipples followed by her navel and then licked her pussy. Shalu was jumping about in ecstasy. Kammo climbed on to the bed and rubbed her body against Shalu. Shalu went for Kammo’s breasts and sucked on her nipples. She also went down on her and by now both women were in complete delight. Kammo climbed on Shalu and rubbed her pussy against hers. This made Shalu come once again. Shalu did not want to let Kammo go and both ladies cuddled against each other till the evening when Satish was expected.

Kammo gently asked Shalu about her relationship with Satish and told her about the sheets that she saw. She also told her that she was having sex with Satish till Shalu came over. Shalu did. not seem partciularly surprised. She thanked Kammo for tutoring Satish well. Now both got up and got dressed and went about their chores.

At night Shalu had sex with Satish, this time it was doggy style. The next day Kammo came over and once Satish left for his office, both ladies did the domestic tasks together quickly and stripped and licked and sucked each other to orgasm. The arrangement suited them well. Shalu needed to visit her relatives and she normally went around 8 AM. Kammo would still be present in the house till 9 AM when Satish left. There was time enough for a quick fuck before Satish left for his office.

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