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Geo (sie fragte sich immer, wenn sie anderen ihren Vornamen sagen sollte, wie man sein Kind ‘Georgina’ nennen konnte) spielte für ihr Leben gerne Fußball.

Schon als kleines Mädchen, sie konnte grade laufen, rannte sie dem Ball hinterher und fummelte um die Erwachsenen herum.

Sie nervte ihrer Mutter, dass sie in den Fußballverein wollte, und am Sonnabendnachmittag ins Stadion, um die großen bei der Bundesliga zusehen zu können.

Damit ihre Mutter bei dem ganzen ‘Fußballunsinn’, wie sie das einmal genannte, mitmachte, ackerte Geo nicht nur auf dem Platz, sondern auch in der Schule.

So konnte Hanne, Geos Mutter, deren Wünsche nicht wegen schlechter Schulnoten ablehnen.

Mit den Jahren machte es Hanne sogar Spaß. Sie lernte nicht nur von ihrer Tochter alles über Fußball, sondern wurde im Verein auch die Stütze des Trainers.

Geo war vierzehn oder fünfzehn, als Hanne gefragt wurde, ob sie nicht selber Trainerin werden wollte. Sie wüsste doch alles notwendige, und so würde ihr nur noch der Schein fehlen.

Geo war mit den Jahren in den Spielklassen aufgestiegen, und nachdem ihre Mutter den Trainerschein gemacht hatte, wurde Geo von Talentsuchern der großen Vereine angesprochen, doch beide, sowohl Geo als auch Hanne, lehnte die ersten Anfragen ab.

Erst als ein Angebot kam, das sie nicht mehr ablehnen konnten, die Bedingungen waren einfach zu gut, zogen beide in die andere Stadt, zu Geos neuem Verein.

Eine Bedingung, auf der Hanne bestanden hatte, war, dass Geo weiter zu Schule gehen könnte. Sie sollte, neben dem Fußball, einen ordentlichen Schulabschluss haben, so dass sie, wenn Fußball aus noch unbekannten Gründen keine Option mehr wäre, sogar studieren könnte.

Hanne wurde vom neuen Verein ihrer Tochter auch als Trainerin angestellt. Sie betreute die jungen Mädchen, die noch nicht in der ersten Liga spielen konnten. So wie Geo zum Beispiel.

Die Saison war schon ungefähr zwei Wochen alt, als Hanne gesagt wurde, dass sie noch eine weitere vielversprechende Spielerin bekommen würde, eine Valencia Müller, die aber Valo genannt werden wollte.

Sie würde am folgenden Trainingstag von ihren Eltern Hanne vorgestellt werden.

Hanne hatte am Trainingstag alle Spielerinnen zusammen gerufen, um ihnen die neue vorzustellen. Als Hanne den Vater der neuen erkannte, wollte sie schreiend wegrennen. Oder ihm den Hals umdrehen. Oder ….

Er war der Mann, der sie belogen und betrogen hatte. Der Mann, der ihr versprochen hatte, sie zu heiraten, als sie mit Geo schwanger geworden war, und der dann sagte, dass er schon verheiratet sei.

Und dieser Mann war der Vater von Valencia?

Auch er erkannte Hanne und blieb erschrocken stehen. Valo ging zu den Mädchen und stellte sich vor. Keine merkte, was bei den Erwachsenen passierte.

Nachdem Valo sich vorgestellt hatte, sagte sie “Und das ist übrigens mein Vater” und wies mit einer Hand zu ihm. Er stand neben Hanne und redete leise mit ihr.

Geo sagte zu Valo “Die Trainerin ist meine Mutter.”

Valos Vater, Bernd, sagte leise “Hallo Hanne.”

“H: Arschloch, was willst du hier?”

“B: Meine Tochter spielen lassen. Sie ist verrückt nach Fußball.”

“H: Beide sind das.”

“B: Beide? Unsere auch?”

“H. Das ist meine, nur meine, du Arschloch hast mich belogen und betrogen. Also verdrück dich. Ich will dich hier nie wieder sehen. Schick deine Frau, wenn was ist.”

Bernd wollte noch was sagen, bemerkte aber, dass er bei Hanne nicht zu Wort kommen würde, und verabschiedete sich von allen “Tschüss Mädels.”

“Tschühüss”, riefen die zurück.

Mit der Zeit behandelte Hanne Valo wie alle, aber zuerst merkte Geo, dass ihre Mutter ein Problem mit Valo hatte.

“Mama, was ist? Valo ist eine super Spielerin und sehr gute Freundin. Was hast du gegen sie?”

Hanne sah ihre Tochter an und musste zugeben, dass sie nichts gegen Valo, sondern nur etwas gegen deren Vater hatte. Was ihr verhalten Valo gegenüber sehr verbesserte.

Valo kam nach einem Trainingstag zu Hanne und sagte “Danke, Frau Graph, danke dass sie mich jetzt wie die anderen behandeln. Was habe ich falsch gemacht?”

“Nichts, Valo, und nenn’ mich Hanne.” Sie sah zu Geo und fragte dann “Willst du uns am Wochenende mal besuchen?”

Valo sah verwundert zu Hanne. So plötzlich diese Änderung hatte sie nicht erwartet. “Sicher, ich muss nur zu Hause fragen. Ich melde mich. OK?”

“OK, Valo, meld’ dich.”

“Tschüss Geo, tschüss Hanne”, rief Valo dann, als sie nach dem Training sich verabschiedete.

“Mama, was hast du gemacht?”

“Ich habe Valo zum Wochenende eingeladen.”

Geo drückte ihre Mutter “Danke, Mama, danke”

“He, lass mich leben.”

Auf dem Weg nach Hause fühlte sich Hanne auch viel besser. Nur Valos Vater wollte sie nie wieder sehen.

Valo rief zwei Tage später bei der Familie Graph an, um sich für das folgende Wochenende anzumelden. Hanne sagte “Super, dann nehmen wir dich gleich nach dem Spiel am Sonnabend mit. Ist das so OK?”

“Ja, danke Hanne.”

Das Spiel fand auf dem eigenen Platz statt. Valo wurde von einem jungen Mann, ungefähr çorum escort in ihrem Alter zum Spiel gebracht, der dann auch die ganze Zeit interessiert zusah. Valo hatte Hanne gefragt, ob er mit auf der Trainerbank sitzen könne. Auf ihren Blick hin sagte Valo “Das ist mein Zwillingsbruder. Er spielt zwar kein Fußball, hat aber schon einmal zugesehen.”

Was ihr einen kleinen Hieb von ihrem Bruder einbrachte. “Tag, ich bin Kuno”, sagte er, worauf Hanne sagte “Und ich Hanne. Setz dich.”

Valo verschwand in den Umkleidekabinen, um sich fertig zu machen. Sie kam etwas spät, hatte das aber vorher bei Hanne angemeldet. Hanne hatte ihr gesagt, dass sie deshalb nicht von Anfang an spielen könne. “Kind, du musst dich richtig warm machen. Wenn du erst zehn Minuten vor dem Beginn des Spieles da sein kannst, kommst du frühestens zur zweiten Halbzeit rein. Verstanden?”

“Ja Hanne”.

Die Mannschaft führte zur Halbzeit 2:1. Geo hatte das eine Tor vorbereitet und saß in der Pause KO neben Valo, die wieder in der Kabine war.

“Du, wer ist der schnucklige Junge neben meiner Mutter?”

“Das ist Kuno, mein Bruder.”

“Kuno, von Kunibert?”

“Wenn du nie wieder mit ihm sprechen willst, nenn ihn so. Für alle anderen ist er Kuno, ich nenne ihn Chrono, denn er hat eine Macke mit der Zeit.”

Geo sah Valo an und fragte “Kann ich ihn mir angeln? Dann sind Geo Graph und Chrono Graph ein Paar.”

“Sicher, er ändert seinen Namen.”

“Müller ist doch ein Sammelbegriff”, sagte Geo und bekam einen Klaps von Valo, die sie damit immer aufziehen konnte.

In der zweiten Halbzeit kassierte die Mannschaft noch ein Gegentor. Dann wurde Geo gegen Valo eingetauscht, und Valo schoss das Siegestor.

Geo hatte sich neben Kuno gesetzt und angefangen, ihn vorsichtig anzumachen.

Hanne wusste nicht, ob sie sich freuen sollte, denn Kuno war doch Geos Halbbruder. Doch das wussten ja nur sie und das Arschloch.

Nach dem Spiel und der folgenden Manöverkritik strömten die Spielerinnen zu ihren Familien. Kuno war noch da und verabschiedete sich von den dreien “Tschüss, ihr Schönen”

Valo sagte “Damit meint er auch dich, Hanne. Geo, pass auch, dass er dich nicht gegen deine Mutter eintauscht”

Die beiden Graph-Frauen liefen leicht rot an.

Hanne hatte schon länger keinen Mann mehr gekannt, der sie so natürlich wie Kuno behandelt hatte.

Das restliche Wochenende der drei war wild und chaotisch. Alle drei kamen am Sonntag erst mittags wieder aus ihren Betten.

Valo und Geo hatte in Geos großem Bett geschlafen.

Hanne war zuerst wach und hatte nach den Mädchen gesehen, die ineinander verknotet in Bett lagen.

Beim Mittag fragte Hanne “Und?”

Sowohl Geo und Valo sahen sie an und bekamen einen dunkelroten Kopf. Dann sagte Geo “Mama, was denkst du von uns?”

“Das ihr euch mögt.” Worauf beide nickten.

Dann sagte Geo “nein, Mama, haben wir nicht. Aber jemanden im Bett zu haben, den man spüren kann, war schön. Nicht Valo?”

“Sehr schön.”

“Und Valo, wie geht es der Familie?” Hanne musste sich überwinden, diese Frage zu stellen.

“Papa ist einsam, Mama ist vor drei Jahren an Krebs gestorben, und er hat nur Kuno und mich. Und seine Arbeit.” Hanne sah auf. Das hatte sie nicht gewusst.

“Kuno will nach dem Abi Physik studieren. Ich habe ja erzählt, dass er eine Macke mit der Zeit hat.”

“Und du, was willst du?”

“Fußballspielen.”

“Und dann?”

“Keine Ahnung, im Moment habe ich noch keine anderen Interessen.” Sie sah Hanne an und sagte “Trainerin” und lachte.

In den folgenden Wochen kam Kuno immer wieder zu den Spielen. Bald lachte Valo, als sie sah, wie Geo reagierte, wenn sie Kuno sah.

Kuno hatte sich dann aufgerafft und fragte Geo, ob sie mit ihm am Wochenende mal tanzen gehen würde.

Valo hatte ihren Arm um Hanne gelegt, sagte “Da gehen sie hin, unsere Beiden” und drückte Hanne.

Hanne war für sie eine bessere Freundin geworden, als es Geo war. Hanne war … Hanne.

Kuno und Geo waren wieder einmal tanzen, Valo bei Hanne zu Hause, als Hanne sich plötzlich vorbeugte und Valo küsste.

Valo sah zu Hanne und fragte “Du willst auch?”

“Ja” war die Antwort, die Valo erfreute.

Die beiden landeten dann schnell in Hannes Bett und liebten sich. Hanne hatte keinerlei bedenken, sich mit der Schwester, Halbschwester, ihrer Tochter zu lieben.

Die beiden lagen erschöpft nebeneinander, als Hanne plötzlich aufsprang und aus dem Zimmer rannte.

Sie kam kichernd zurück, mit der Kleidung der beiden im Arm. “Geo muss doch nicht wissen, was wir so treiben”

“Nicht?” fragte Valo, und Hanne sah die Frau in ihrem Bett lange an. “Willst du?”

“Vermeiden können wir es nicht.”

Dem stimmte Hanne zu.

Am kommenden Morgen wurde die Tür zu Hannes Zimmer geöffnet “Mama, oh.”

Geo sah zu den beiden Köpfen im Bett ihrer Mutter. Zuerst wusste sie nicht, wem der zweite gehörte, doch dann erkannte sie Valo.

Hanne fragte verschlafen “Ja, was ist?”

“Wollt ihr auch Frühstück? Kuno wollte für uns beide Frühstück denizli escort machen. Oder voll ihr weiter kuscheln und mehr?”

Hanne riss die Augen auf und sah zu ihrer Tochter “Hallo Mama, wollt ihr Frühstück?”

Valo murmelte leise “Frühstück ist schön.”

Geo kicherte “Gut, in einer halben Stunde ist es fertig. Wenn ihr nicht zu lange braucht, sind die Sachen dann noch warm.

Mama, ich liebe dich.”

“Ich dich auch, meine Kleine” kam von Hanne, die noch immer nicht ganz wach war.

Valo fragte “Wer war das?”

“Geo, die hat uns beide im Bett gesehen.”

“Gut, dann weiß sie es jetzt.” Valo drehte sich zu Hanne und küsste sie noch einmal. Du oder ich?”

“Was?”

“Wer steht zuerst auf?”

“Du”

Valo stand auf und drehte sich vor dem Bett “Gefalle ich dir?”

“Sehr gut. Komm ins Bett, liebe mich.”

“Wir müssen aufstehen, sonst müssen wir hungern.”

“Schreckliche Kinder”

“Genau” sagte Valo und ging, so wie sie war, aus dem Zimmer.

Sie konnte Geo in der Küche sehen, die ebenfalls noch nackt war. Im Bad drückte sie sich an ihrem nackten Bruder vorbei. “Na, wie war die Nacht?”, fragte sie ihn, als sie unter der Dusche das Wasser andrehte.

“Sie ist anstrengend, aber die Nacht war gut”

“Schön für dich.”

“Und deine Nacht mit Hanne?”

“Sie ist anstrengend, aber die Nacht war gut”

Kuno lachte und verschwand.

Als Valo fertig war, ging sie kurz in die Küche, hier war jetzt auch Kuno dabei, das Frühstück zu machen, auch er immer noch nackt. Valo hatte eine schräge Idee, und scheuchte Hanne aus dem Bett. “Aufstehen Weib.”

Als Hanne aus dem Bad kam, wurde sie von Valo vor ihrem Zimmer abgefangen und in die Küche gebracht. “Aber ich bin nackt” wollte Hanne noch sagen, als sie sah, dass alle nackt waren.

Als Sie die Reaktion von Kuno auf ihren Körper sah, musste sie schlucken.

Geo sah es auch und sagte “He, Kuno, das ist meine Mutter”

Doch Kuno starrte Hanne weiter an. Geo sagte zu Valo, die neben dem Messeblock stand “Valo, gibt mir mal das lange Messer”

“Wieso, willst du ihn nicht mehr spüren?”

Hanne sah auf die drei anderen. Kuno hatte sich gesetzt und versuchte, mit seinen Händen seinen Schwanz zu verdecken.

Valo sagte noch “ist doch wie in der Sauna, habt euch nicht so”

Hanne wurde nicht aus der Küche gelassen.

Beim Frühstück gewöhnte sie sich langsam daran, so vor Kuno zu sitzen.

Nach dem Frühstück gingen alle zurück in ihre Zimmer, Hanne hört noch, wie Kuno sagte “Geo, deine Mutter ist ein heißer Feger, die würde ich gerne mal …”

“KUNO, du bist meiner, verstanden?”

Hanne musste lächeln, ihre Tochter würde sich den Mann nicht wegnehmen lassen.

In ihrem Schlafzimmer fragte Valo “Na, wie gefiel dir mein Brüderchen?”

Hanne sagte gequält “Valo, bitte”, die zu Hanne ging und ihre Hand durch Hannes Muschi zog.

“Oh, feucht. Hanne, du böses Weib, willst den Mann deiner Tochter haben”

Hanne sagte leise “Oder einfach nur mal wieder einen Mann.” Sie setzte sich auf ihr Bett und sah traurig zu Valo. “Valo, du bist eine dolle Frau, aber ich will mal wieder einen Mann.”

“Und ich? Bekomme ich den auch, muss ich mir einen eigenen suchen, oder mich bei Geo beteiligen.”

“Valo, er ist dein Bruder.”

“So lange wir keine Kinder machen, spielt das doch keine Rolle, oder?”

Hanne konnte darüber nur den Kopf schütteln.

Später saßen alle, angezogen, wieder in der Küche. Kuno sagte “Hanne, was ich sagte, meinte ich, doch dann hat mich deine Tochter unter Druck gesetzt. Wenn ich dich noch einmal so ansehe, tut sie mir weh.” Geo lachte, “Mama, du kannst ja seinen Vater fragen, ob er an dir interessiert ist.”

Über die Reaktion von Hanne waren alle drei mehr als Erstaunt.

Hanne sprang auf und rannte aus dem Zimmer Valo, die ihr folgte, hörte wie sie schluchzte und ihre Zimmertür zuschlug.

Als Valo nachsehen wollte, wurde sie angefahren. “RAUS MIT DIR”

Die drei sahen sich in der Küche dann an und Kuno sagte “Was haben wir falsch gemacht?”

Er hatte seinen Arm um Geo gelegt, die ihn erschrocken ansah. “Irgendetwas mit eurem Vater. Kuno, Valo, könnt ihr ihn mal fragen?”

Als die Geschwister gingen, sah Valo noch einmal in das Zimmer “Hanne, darf ich dich trösten?”

Die sah hoch und schüttelte nur mit dem Kopf, dann legte sie sich wieder ins Bett. Valo sah, dass sie nicht mehr weinte.

Bei sich zu Hause trauten sich Valo und Kuno aber auch nicht zu fragen, da ihr Vater, wenn er nicht arbeitete, traurig in der Ecke saß. Und wenn er arbeitete, arbeitete er zu viel.

Die Kinder machten sich langsam Sorgen um ihren Vater.

Bei den folgenden Trainingsstunden und Spielen merkten Geo und Valo, dass Hanne nichts gegen Valo, oder auch Kuno, hatte.

Wenn Kuno mit Geo ankam oder sie abholen wollte, schäkerte Hanne mit ihm. Einmal sagte Geo sogar, weil es ihr zu weit ging “Mama”.

Hanne sah ihre Tochter an und lachte, doch sie hatte auch Farbe im Gesicht bekommen.

Geo war einmal bei Kuno und Valo diyarbakır escort zu Hause, sie hatte bei Kuno übernachtet. Beim Frühstück mit Bernd sah dieser Geo so komisch an, dass es ihr unangenehm wurde.

Das war auch ein Grund, weshalb die drei, wenn sie zusammen waren, lieber zu Hanne gingen.

Nach diesen einem Frühstück reagierte Hanne auch nie wieder so unerwartet, was alle drei erleichterte.

Valo verbrachte während der Saison fast jedes zweite Wochenende mit Hanne, in der Nacht auch im Bett.

An einem Sonntag-Morgen wurde Valo vor Hanne wach und sah dieser beim Aufwachen zu. Sie küsste Hanne und sagte “Du bist wie eine Mutter zu mir.”

Hanne versteifte sich zuerst, wurde dann aber, auch durch die Küsse von Valo, wieder locker.

Hanne küsste Valo zurück und sagte dann “Valo, ich hoffe, du bist mir nicht böse, aber ich will mal wieder einen Mann.”

Valo lachte “Den Mann, an den du denkst, hätte ich auch gerne.” Hanne sag Valo lange an “Nein Valo, ich meine nicht deinen Bruder.”

“Nicht?”

“Nein, und wenn du Geo unglücklich machst, bringe ich dich um.”

Das letzte war so ernst gesprochen, dass Valo erstaunt zurückzuckte.

“Das ist mein Ernst, Valo. Egal, wie sehr ich dich liebe, Geo machst du nicht unglücklich. Und wenn ich Kuno dabei erwische, ist er auch dran, Das kannst du ihm sagen.”

Hanne beugte sich vor und küsste Valo noch einmal.

“Und ich möchte beides nicht machen.”

Valo kroch dann an Hannes Körper herunter “Für einmal haben wir noch Zeit.”

“Einmal? Heute bleiben wir in Bett.” Hanne lachte über Valos Gesicht. Sie sah zugleich erschrocken und begeistert aus.

Während der zweiten Hälfte der Saison war allen im Verein bewusst, dass Geo und Kuno ein Paar waren. Den Verantwortlichen war nur eines wichtig, was sie dann Geo in einem Gespräch auch noch einmal klar machten.

Geo durfte, solange sie einen Vertrag mit dem Verein hatte, nicht schwanger werden. Als sie die Vertragsstrafe sah, die sie sonst würde zahlen müssen, wurde ihr übel.

Sie erzählte Kuno bei ihrem folgenden Zusammentreffen davon, der fast an die Decke gegangen wäre. Er wollte alle Verklagen, schrie er, bis Geo in beruhigen konnte.

Die Saison war fast vorüber, als Kuno ein längeres Gespräch mit seiner Schwester hatte. Es ging um beider Vater, und dass er sich immer mehr abkapselte. So beschlossen die beiden, ihren Vater zum Saisonabschluss im Verein mitzunehmen.

Beide hatten schon gemerkt, dass etwas mit Hanne und ihrem Vater war, und deshalb weiten sie Geo ein, damit die ihre Mutter etwas im Auge behalten würde.

Die drei überlegten sich, wie sie die Eltern mit auf das Fest nehmen konnten. Kuno sagte, nachdem keiner der Vorschläge die allgemeine Zustimmung gefunden hatte “Wir setzen sie nebeneinander.

Sie können sie anschweigen oder miteinander reden. Alles andere ist nur Kinderkacke”

“Kuno, was hast du nur für eine Ausdrucksweise?” fragte Geo.

“Die habe ich meiner Frau abgehört”, antwortete Kuno und küsste diese.

Die beiden Mädchen sahen sich an und stimmten dann Kunos Vorschlag zu.

Beim Fest schafften es die Kinder, dass beide Eltern gleichzeitig erschienen. Geo verhinderte, dass ihre Mutter flüchtete, so wie es Kuno mit seinem Vater machte. Valo rückte die Stühle zurecht.

Geo sagte dann, als beide saßen “Ihr könnte euch vertragend und miteinander reden, oder euch anschweigen.

Keiner von euch beiden darf aufstehen. Außer, er wird von einem von uns begleitet.”

Bernd sah zu Geo und wollte etwas sagen, doch Hanne kam ihm zuvor. “Kind, so könnt ihr nicht mit uns umgehen.”

“Heute schon. Heute ist Feuerpause.

Verstanden?”

Beide nickten und sagten “Verstanden.”

Es dauerte, bis Bernd sagte “Sie ist energisch, die Kleine.

Du hast sie gut erzogen.”

“Deine beiden sind aber auch nicht ohne.”

Er aß etwas, als Bernd wieder sagte “Du weißt, das Kuno und Geo …”

“Ja, aber nur wir beide wissen das.”

Nach einer Pause sagte Hanne “Valo will mit Kuno …”

“Das geht nicht, er ist ihr Bruder.” Bernd sah zu Hanne und sagte dann “Ups.”

“Ja, Ups. Ich habe ihr gesagt, dass wenn sie, oder Kuno, Geo unglücklich macht, ich sie umbringen werden.

Und für dich gilt das gleiche.”

Bernd sagte nach einiger Zeit “Hanne”

“Ja?”

“Ich kann mich für den Kummer, den ich dir zugefügt habe, nicht entschuldigen.”

Sie sah ihn an und wollte aufbrauchen.

“Denn ich habe so viel Schuld auf mich geladen, dass ich sie nie abtragen kann.

Hanne.”

Hanne nahm seine Hand und sagte “Ach Bernd”

Er drücke ihre Finger und fragte “Hanne, bist du mir noch Böse?”

“Oh ja, du Scheusal. Und wenn du das noch einmal machst, verzeihe ich dir nie mehr. Verstanden?”

Es dauerte einige Zeit, bis Bernd dieses wirklich verstand. Er drehte seinen Kopf zu ihr und fragte “Hanne, wirklich?

Danke Hanne.”

Hanne legte ihren Kopf an seine Schulter und sagte “Ach Bernd, ich habe von deiner Frau gehört. Es tut mir leid um dich.”

Da konnte sich Bernd nicht mehr beherrschen und fing an zu weinen.

Hanne bekam das mit und sah ihn an “Bernd, …”

“Lass Hanne, danke für dein Verständnis”, er sah zu den Kindern, die zusammen saßen und immer wieder zu ihnen sahen “und für deine Tochter. Du hast ein wunderbwares Mädchen großgezogen. Ich bin stolz auf sie und ihre Mutter”

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Warning – To those of you who accessed this story through the ‘Winter Contest Portal’, please be advised that this is an ‘Incest Category’ story.

It is also a story that touches on the war in Iraq and as the Holiday Season fast approaches I hope all of us, whether in the U.S, Britain, Australia or Canada or wherever, take a few minutes to think of, and pray for, the boys and girls, the men and women, who are serving their countries selflessly and under great danger in foreign lands.

Dec 10th

We were slowly recovering, Dani and I, painstakingly putting back together the shattered pieces of our life, trying to somehow work out a way to go on. It was at eight a.m. on December 10th, a cold bleak Maine morning, when the final blow hit, the eerie, tinny ringing of the hall phone heralding the news we’d been fearing since he’d left.

An agonizingly painful and slow death of a wife and mother, a vicious rape of a kind but innocent virgin, and now this, a valiant boy struck down, an innocent claimed by warring factions, a pawn in some bizarre, international dance of death.

“Oh Daddy, I need you. He’s dead Daddy, Johnnie’s dead,” I heard, a forlorn wail of sadness leaking from the phone into my ear, “They blew him up Daddy, some muslim”

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” I started, such inadequate words, I thought, surely a Father, even a grieving Father, should be able to do better than this, should somehow be able to protect his loved ones…………not just let them die and suffer. ‘Fuck you God’, I screamed internally as I tried to offer solace to my lovely daughter miles away on some forlorn Marine base.

“I’m on my way darling,” I finally told my nineteen year old daughter, mother of a three month old son, and now suddenly a widow. “Do you have someone with you? I’ll be there tonight Jacqui; we’ll call you from the road…….it’ll be alright, I promise,” I ended.

Turning, the phone dead in my hands, I saw Danielle, my youngest, only eighteen and already twice this year she’d been smashed by fate. “Johnnie?” she whispered, new lines of grief already etched on her young face.

“It’s not fair Daddy, it’s just not fair,” she sobbed, leaning listlessly against me, and every tremor that shook her body was a silent accusation that reverberated through me.

We were on the road in minutes, and silence reigned in my old Accord as we headed south, close to 850 miles away from our destination, the grim, barracked world of Camp Lejeune and the U.S. Marine Corps.

Jacqui, or Jacqueline Ann, as her Mom and I had baptized her nineteen and a half years ago, had married her high school beau, John Alex Brown, Johnnie, the day after they both graduated from Sanford High, and after returning from their two-week Hawaiian honeymoon he had left for boot camp, excited at the prospect of serving his country.

Neither his father nor I could dissuade him from the Corps, he had always wanted to join the Marines, serve his country, be a man……”I’ve got to go Mr. Scouries,” he’d argued with a young man’s uncomplicated view of the world, “Somebody’s got to defend us Sir, we can’t just let them insult us, bomb us, kill us.” And now he’s dead, I thought sadly, the final tragedy in a year of sadness for the Scouries family.

In February, my wife of twenty-two years had been diagnosed with a brain tumor, a forty-eight year old woman struck brutally before her time. ‘If only we had caught it earlier’ her Doctor told me, ‘then maybe we could have done something,’ he had added. ‘Fuck you too Doc’ I had thought as I watched Julie fade before my eyes, months of pain finally culminating in a horrible death, her youngest daughter, a high school senior, suffering silently as her Mom slowly disappeared.

John Jr.’s birth in August had lifted us all, given us a reprieve from our sorrow, an opportunity to believe in life again. But his Dad had already left for Iraq before his son’s birth and the nightly visions of death and mayhem we saw on CNN gave us all a forbidding chill.

And then Dani! She’d always been the true innocent, someone who was always happy and smiling and kind and helpful and sweet; simply put she was the best of us, the person we all tried to secretly emulate. Just seeing her smile of approval, or her happy laugh produced by something we did, was enough to make your day, and even though the youngest in the family, somehow it was she who was its essence.

Her cell phone was still working when she came-to that night, moaning from the black eyes, the broken tooth, the pair of cracked ribs, and as she struggled to call her Father, to call me, she had felt the blood seeping from her shattered cunt, her savagely split rectum.

“Daddy, please I need you, they hurt me Daddy,” were the words I awoke to, and Dani’s sobs and moans still haunt me months later, and I know that nightmare is still her true reality, the wound reopened again by Johnnie’s stupid death.

That night she had insisted that I bring her home, ‘no police Daddy, no hospital’, she’d cried, only finally Escort bayan agreeing to let her aunt, a nurse, come and see to her. The body mends of course, and slowly she recovered, but it was obvious something had dramatically altered within her and as the weeks passed, I feared I’d never find the old Dani again.

She saw me cleaning the rifle one night, surprising me when I thought she was asleep and simply sat opposite me and said, “I want to be there Daddy, when you do it.” Two nights later two boys, eighteen and twenty, died, and as I dropped their weighted bodies into Benjamin’s swamp, I felt no hate for them, just a sad remorse at the waste they’d made of their short existence.

Three weeks after the accident Dani announced one night, in a cold and completely disinterested voice, “I’m not going back to school Daddy, I’m finished. Finished with school and men and……….. Can I stay with you Daddy, always?”

In the weeks since, she had improved somewhat, and slowly I was trying to nurse her back to happiness, but it seemed to be only the stream of pictures that arrived from her sister, pictures of her new born nephew, that awakened her broken soul.

I often woke up in the mornings to find Dani wrapped around me, the nightmares of the darkness having driven her to her fathers bed, relieving the days of her childhood when she’d race fearful to her parent’s bed at the first roar of the thunderstorm.

Strangely, none of us had ever thought of Dani as a sexual creature, she had always been the shy tomboy to her sister’s ‘high school queen’ vivaciousness. But having bathed and comforted her during her convalescence, I knew every inch of her body and had, even then, recognized her incredible, heretofore unrecognized, beauty.

Taller than her sister by two inches, at 5’8″, she had become a woman while no one was looking. Under those smelly sweat shirts and dirty jeans I found a ripe, lush woman and was determined she’d find a man and lover for her life.

Often in the mornings I’d watch her wake, hoping to catch the old Dani for those few seconds between sleep and arousal, to see the young girl again before the veil of sadness slipped film like over her eyes.

I had made some small progress, and although she absolutely refused to see professional help, as the days and weeks sped by, I was able to get her out more and more, for shopping, meals, errands etc., and had felt that with the imminent arrival of Jacqui for Christmas that the worst was over.

And now this, I thought, as I wrenched my mind back to the road taking us south, not for a happy Christmas reunion, but to a funeral for a boy we had all come to love.

As we crossed into Virginia, Dani spoke, some of her first words since we had left the farm in Maine, asking a question impossible for any American to easily answer, “Why are we over there anyway Daddy? Why are we fighting in Iraq?”

“Its complicated honey,” I started, unsure myself, “But the President, his advisors, believe that for democracy, for freedom to”

“But they lied Daddy,” Dani interrupted, “About the nuclear weapons, the chemical weapons”

“He’s trying to do his best,” I offered lamely.

Miles later she began again, “But Daddy, we shouldn’t torture people should we?”

“No sweetie, Americans should never torture anybody. It’s not our way, it’s against everything we believe,” I answered, sure for once, knowing in my heart where I stood on the torture of human beings.

“Why doesn’t he just stop it Daddy, he’s the President?”

“You know Dani, I have the feeling that soon he’s going to sit down one day, and no matter what his advisers have told him, he’ll just announce to the American people, ‘That’s it – we’re not torturers – we’re stopping today’, period.

We were quiet most of the rest of the way, both of us wondering how we’d find Jacqui and how we could help her in her time of need.

Dec 10-17th

Johnnie was buried in a small, white picket fence surrounded cemetery, set gently in a little woods just outside his hometown in Maine on December 17th, 2005, a nineteen year old boy who had proudly served his country.

It had been an almost impossible week for all of us, from the second we knocked on the door of Jacqui’s small, rundown apartment in Jacksonville, North Carolina until the first shovel full of dirt was tossed on Johnnie’s casket and a spit and polish Marine handed Jacqui the folded up flag of the country her husband had fought for.

We had cried and talked, filled out endless military and government forms, driven a thousand miles, had a wake in both North Carolina and Maine, buried a husband; and during this nightmare the only thing that kept us going was John Jr.

I’d walk in on Dani playing on the floor with her nephew and see a light in her eyes I hadn’t seen in over a year, and she’d simply explain to me, “He senses how we feel Daddy; you’ve got to be happy, truly happy, when you’re here with John.”

And we all were, the three of us always turning to John Bayan escort when we needed a lift, and I loved watching Jacqui feed her son, his eager lips stretching to catch his Mommies teat. And strangely, when we got back to the farm, we were happy, the three of us spending our evenings alone together, and finally free of the constant visits and condolences we’d received during the day, we drew sustenance from each others presence.

Dec 19th

“What’s wrong with Dani Dad?” Jacqui asked when she caught me alone, two days after the funeral.

“What do you mean sweetie?”

“Something’s wrong with her Dad,” she insisted.

“Well first Mom, and now Johnnie…….she’s”

“There’s something else Daddy. Why isn’t she in school anyway? She’s supposed to be at college. She started in September.”

“She didn’t like her course dear. She couldn’t study or concentrate……… she’ll probably go back next fall.” I stonewalled, not wanting Jacqui troubled even more.

“I’ll ask her then,” she replied and then turned to go.

“No Jacqui please, you’ll hurt her,” I pled.

“Then tell me,” she demanded.

“Sit,” I ordered, still undecided whether to add to her troubles.

“Daddy?” she finally asked.

“She was hurt honey. She was hurt after her first college dance. Two boys, they…..”

“They what?”

“Dani was beaten up Jacqui,” I whispered, struggling to get each word out. “She was beaten and raped and left lying broken on the road”

“Oh Daddy, you should have called, I would have come. Oh poor Dani, she’d never been with a boy before,” she sobbed.

“You’d just had John Jr. a month before hon, and with Mom dying and Johnnie overseas, we didn’t want to bother”

“But she’s my sister Dad. And what’d the cops do? Did they catch them? Are they in jail? And why haven’t I heard about any of this since I got home? None of my friends said anything.”

“She wouldn’t go to the police honey? She absolutely refused. She said she’d kill herself if I made her.”

“But………. Who are they Daddy? God, I’ll fucking kill the bastards,” she screamed.

“It’s okay now Jacqui,” we both heard whispered from the doorway, and turning saw Dani standing watching us.

“Oh Dani,” Jacqui cried, rushing to embrace her little sister, “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry, so sorry I wasn’t here for you.”

As I watched my two girls sobbing in each others arms, I wondered for the thousandth time that year why we were being punished, just what thing had I done to wreck such havoc on my loved ones.

Finally Jacqui pulled away from her sister, and demanded angrily, “Who are they Dani, what are their names, I swear I’ll”

“They’re buried in the swamp at the back of old man Benjamin’s farm, Jacqui,’ her sister finally said.

“What? But……….. Daddy!”

“It’s best you don’t know Jacqui,” I argued, “It’s over now.”

“Did you make them suffer Daddy? Really suffer?” she demanded harshly.

“They were just mad dogs Jacqui. You don’t make mad dogs suffer honey, you just put them out of their misery,” I said sighing.

“And you?” she asked her sister, “Are you alright? Can I”

“I’m okay Jacqui, it’s just that I’m scared, I’m”

“C’mon Dani,” she said to her sister, leading her away, “We’re going to talk.”

I heard the two talking late into the night and found myself relieved they had each other, that perhaps they could cure each others sadness.

Dec 21st

“You like watching John Junior breastfeed, don’t you Dad,” Jacqui all of a sudden asked, looking at me staring at her sons hungry lips sucking from her distended teat. We were sitting in the den when she asked her question, the three of us spending quiet time together after dinner, a routine we had fallen into the last week, finding life bearable now only in each others presence.

“Yes honey,” I answered, meeting her gaze.

“Is it my tits you like watching?”

“Jacqui!” squawked Danielle.

“It’s OK Dani,” I interrupted, “And yes Jacqui, I love watching a woman’s bare breasts, they’re one of God’s greatest designs. Their roundness, their perfect shape, the beautiful dark circles, the little fat nipples….. And yours sweetie, with Junior tugging thirstily, they’re”

“Daddy!”

“Shhhh Dani,” laughed Jacqui, “There’s nothing wrong with the human body.”

“Do either of you remember drinking from your Mom?” I asked pensively.

“I was too young Daddy,” Dani answered in a little girl’s voice.

And seeing Jacqui also shake her head I told them, “My earliest memory is of my Mother’s breast; even today I can remember her taste, her smell, her feel, her laughter, the room she fed me in”

“It’s impossible,” argued Jacqui, “You can’t remember that far back.”

“I know honey, but …….. I do, its there, in my brain,………… it’s the oldest recollection I have…….whenever I see a baby at his mother’s breast, its there,” I finished.

“I wish I remembered it, with Mom I mean,” Dani interjected wistfully.

“I Escort remember you, you little scamp, so hungry, so fierce when you sucked from Mommy,” I remembered laughing.

“What about me Daddy?” Jacqui demanded, as both of the girls watched me raptly.

“You were a quiet one, honey,” I said grinning, the joy a happy memory brings coursing through me, “So serious as you sucked, concentrating and never wanting to let go and let your Daddy have any.”

“What? You didn’t drink Mommy’s milk did you Daddy?”

“Of course Dani! Your Mom loved it when I tasted her, when I sucked from her leaking nipples, when I had her milk in my mouth.”

“But was there enough left for Jacqui? For me?” asked my fascinated daughter.

“Well, you look pretty healthy honey, so I guess”

“Do you want to taste me Daddy? Would you like to taste my milk?” Jacqui blurted out, an excitement in her voice.

“Jacqui!” exclaimed the again incredulous Dani.

“Well. What about you Dani,” Jacqui challenged as she completely opened her blouse, exposing both her full, ripe breasts to our gazes.

‘Jesus,’ I muttered under my breath as we both gaped at Jacqui’s perfection.

“But I’m a girl,….. I mean an adult, ……. I couldn’t,” stammered Dani, clearly flummoxed by her sister’s offer.

“But wouldn’t you like to know what a woman’s milk tastes like, feels like,” she enticed. And then moving to sit next to Jacqui, she added, “Someday your baby’s going to drink from you Dani,”

“But Jacqui,” she protested as her sister pulled her head to her chest.

“Come here. Put a hand under it Dani,” she directed her sister, “Cup it, yes, yes just like that. Open your lips, ummmm, yes that’s nice, so nice, suck me Dani, drink my milk,” she begged her younger sister.

Watching my Danielle lapping at her sister’s breast stunned me, the paternal love I felt for my two girls suddenly superseded by a desperate hardness in my groin, an unnatural lust to possess them both.

I could see Jacqui looking at me as her sister sucked, and knew she understood what was happening in my brain, had noticed the hardness in my pants and yet I saw a tenderness, even an invitation in her eyes as I turned away ashamed.

When Dani finally finished suckling, she lay back languidly against me, and with a thin trickle of milk sliding down her chin, murmured, “It’s good Jacqui, so good. I can’t wait,…. I mean, I want my baby………..to drink from me….I want to feel,”

“Would you like to feel Junior feeding from you?” Jacqui offered.

“But, I don’t have any milk for him, I”

Lifting her baby from her bed, Jacqui replied, luring gently, “Just for a minute Dani, just to try it, take your sweater off. Its fun you’ll see,” she added laughing.

“But,” she started to protest, even as her hands moved to pull her sweater over her head. She turned to quickly look back at me as she sat, just covered only by a lacy bra. “I’m embarrassed Daddy, don’t watch,” she whispered, her face blushing crimson, “Maybe I shouldn’t”

“Shhh Baby,” I whispered as I unhooked her and slid the thin silky straps from her shoulder, baring a perfect chest, two ruby tipped cones, proudly firm with puffy aureoles that made me tremble and wish it was I who was going to feed.

“God, you’re gorgeous, they’re beautiful,” her sister gushed.

“I’m ugly,” Dani whispered back, “Boys hate me, they”

“Don’t be stupid, you’re perfect,” Jacqui answered as she brought her son to Dani’s quivering breast, and laughed as Junior latched hungrily on.

“Ohh, oh God Jacqui, it feels weird, good, oh wow,” she enthused until the baby released her teat and looked up angrily; ready to wail his protest at her milkless tit.

“I’m sorry Johnnie, your Auntie doesn’t have any milk for you today,” she laughed, as she brought her little nephew to her lips, kissing him happily. “I’m going to though,” she promised.

“Whoa there young lady,” I interrupted, “You’ve got to find a boyfriend, fall in love, get married, make love, become pregnant, then feed your baby.”

Dani came out of her reverie at my words, and at first I feared she was about to cry, but then she all of a sudden said, “I could get artificially inseminated Daddy.”

“Are you nuts?” Jacqui screeched at her sister, just beating me to the punch, “You’re going to find a handsome boy and fall in love and”

“No I’m not,” she hissed back. “I’m never leaving Daddy, the farm, the,” she added, a sad despair in her voice. The sisters slept together again that night and each time they spent a night together it seemed to bring them ever closer to their old selves.

Dec 22nd

The next night at dinner Jacqui innocently asked, “Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course honey.”

“It’s maybe not my business, but I,”

“Go ahead Jacqui,” I laughed, “That’s never stopped you before.”

“That’s for sure,” added her younger sister.

“Its about sex Daddy,” she said smiling.

“Yes?” I answered tentatively, wishing immediately she had chosen some other topic.

“Do you miss not…………. I mean, what do you do now that Mom’s not here?….. I mean, do you have sex with other women?”

“JACQUI!” screamed her sister, “Mommy just died.”

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Chrissy has a twin sister, Janie, who is in her second year of grad school. She and Chrissy look exactly alike and I have always had a hard time identifying one from the other if they are dressed alike. It was mid-term break and Janie was coming to visit for a couple of weeks. You see Bill and Jessica, Chrissy and Janie’s parents, were in Europe for a holiday and Janie did not want to come home to an empty house. This was the first opportunity Bill and Jessica had for a holiday since Chrissy’s little brother was born. It had been difficult for Jessica having an infant at her age even though Bill had agreed to a nanny. Mariel, the nanny, and Chrissy’s little brother were staying with us while Bill and Jessica were away. With the arrival of Janie all of our bedrooms would be occupied and with three children in the house, including our two, things would be a bit chaotic. But Mariel was largely taking care of all the children. This gave Chrissy a break and it was only for a couple of weeks.

I happened to notice Janie pull into the driveway and I went out to help her with the luggage. Janie had a fresh scrubbed aura about her and looked very appealingly dressed in baggy knit shorts, university logo tee shirt and jogging shoes. Janie played field hockey which kept her in great shape. Her calf and thigh muscles were particularly firm and well defined. “Hello, Sweetness, let me help you with your things.” I gave her a big hug and a peck on the lips and began to unload the car. “My God, you have enough ‘stuff’ to go on a six-month safari.”

“Joey, you know how women are. We have to be prepared. I really appreciate being able to ‘bunk’ with you-guys for the break. I didn’t want to stay at Mom and Dad’s all alone. How are Sis and the kids? Is everyone OK?”

“Everyone is fine. Come on in and see for yourself. We have the spare room all ready.” About this time Chrissy noticed Janie’s arrival and raced out of the house squealing happily. Like virtually all twins, Chrissy and Janie were very close and mirrored each other in thought and mannerisms. Chrissy and Janie hugged and danced around giddily as I slowly made my way into the house with both hands full. Janie settled in, met Mariel, made a ‘fuss’ over the kids and she, Chrissy and I were relaxing over a beer.

Janie did not know the history about her mother’s baby and asked, “Why did Mom and Dad decide to have another baby at their age? I thought I remembered them saying that Dad had a vasectomy. What is going on with those guys?

Chrissy looked at me, down at the floor and said, “Well, it sort of was an accident.”

Janie furrowed her brow and tilted her head and said, “Accident? How could there be an accident if Dad had been clipped?”

I knew Chrissy would ultimately explain the entire matter anyway so I said, “Chrissy, you may as well tell Janie the whole story.” Being twins I knew they had no secrets and had shared everything while growing up.

Chrissy began, “Janie, you remember Ted Baxter from high school….right?

Janie said, “Ted Baxter? What does he have to do with anything? Isn’t he the guy you dated some? Wasn’t he the one who tried to mess up your honeymoon?”

Chrissy continued, “Yes, that is ‘the’ Ted Baxter. Well, about two years ago Ted invited Mom and Dad and Joey and me to dinner. Dad and Joey had a problem at the office so Mom and I were left alone with Ted. You remember how big and strong Ted is….well….he over-powered Mom and me and ‘had his way’ with us.”

Janie incredulously said, “You mean he raped both of you?”

Chrissy went further, “Well, not exactly. It is hard to explain. You see when we left the restaurant Mom wanted to drive Ted’s BMW. So Ted and I rode together in the backseat. Against my will, he kissed me a little and touched me a little and I sort of got turned on…you know? We had been drinking wine and my resistance wasn’t as strong as it should have been. Mom wanted me to be ‘nice’ to Ted so she suggested that I ‘touch’ him. Wel-l-l, he has a real-l-l-y-y big and thick…..you know…..he is well endowed. When I got his….endowment….out of his zip and began to kiss it…well my little cunny just got all wet and swollen. Ted was going to take Mom home first and she suggested that we all come in for a drink. Joey and Dad were still at the office. Mom and Dad seemed to really want Ted to…you know….f-fuck me so she suggested that we go up to the bedroom. She knew that I was fertile and she and Dad wanted another grandchild.” Janie looked strangely at me but didn’t say anything. She was fidgeting in her chair a bit. “Well, Ted got my panties off and began to kiss my cunny. The next thing I knew he had his big, thick c-c-cock sticking way up in my tummy and Mom was rubbing his…you know….bottom, making him shoot his cream inside me. While I was resting Mom began to clean off Ted’s c-c-cock…..with her mouth……and Ted began to kiss her cunny. Of course this made Ted want to…you know….f-fuck some more. The next thing I knew Mom was sitting on Ted and Escort bayan his c-cock was sticking way into her cunny. I was afraid his big, thick c-cock would hurt her and I tried to make it feel better by rubbing her….bottom. Well soon enough Ted was squirting his cream into Mom and she was coming so hard that she could not get off of his big, thick c-cock. She was not protected and she was impregnated just like me. Well, he just f-fucked babies into both of us.”

Janie had been listening intently as Chrissy related the story. I noticed her rubbing her thighs together. She leaned back in her chair, stretched her legs out on the ottoman and said, “Well, that is just incredible.” She looked over at me and said, “Joey, what did you and Dad think about this?” I just extended my arms, turned my palms up and looked resigned. I did notice a small damp spot forming on Janie’s shorts just below her pussy.

Somewhat later Janie received a phone call. It was Billy, a young man she had been dating at the university. Billy was coming over. Janie asked if it would be alright for Billy to ‘bunk on the sofa’ for the night. He was on his way home for the term break and did not have the money for a motel room. We said fine….what else could we say? When Billy arrived Janie gave him a big hug and a kiss and introduced him to everyone. He seemed like a very nice guy. He was long and lanky at about 6’5” tall and 190 pounds. He played a little basketball at the university and had on a university athletic department tee shirt and a pair of those baggy sateen shorts with his sneakers. He had enormous hands and feet. I would say about size 20 shoes and his hand wrapped entirely around mine when we shook hands. His complexion was a beautifully smooth, light tan. His grandfather, on his mother’s side of the family, was African-American.

After dinner we were watching a CD movie in the den. Janie and Billy were at one end of our sectional sofa and Chrissy and I were sitting at the other end of the el. Billy was slouched down with his arm around Janie and his legs askew. Chrissy kept looking over at them and she finally nudged me and with a slight nod of her head indicated that I should observe them as well. When I looked over at them Billy’s baggy shorts had shifted so you could see up the leg toward his crotch. There, hanging down the leg of his shorts, was the biggest, longest cock that I had ever seen. It was circumcised and, while soft, must have been 10” long with a head the size of a tennis ball. Obviously, Billy was not wearing any underwear and the only reason his cock didn’t show was the long baggy shorts. I knew Chrissy was getting turned on just being near a cock this big. After the movie we all turned in after getting Billy some sheets for the sofa.

Chrissy and I went to our room and Janie went to our spare room which was next to us separated by one wall. Chrissy whispered to me when we closed our door, “We’ll have to be quiet but I just have to have some ‘loving’. Look how my little cunny is all swollen and wet.” With that she slipped out of her jeans and panties; lay down on the bed and lifted her legs so that I could see her pussy. “Did you see Billy’s ‘thing’? My God, have you ever seen anything like that? Will you kiss my cunny a little?” My dick was getting hard and I kneeled down at the edge of the bed between Chrissy’s legs and began to lick her pussy. Within 5 minutes she was moaning and squirming and ready to come. I remembered that she was in her fertile period which was why she was so turned on. “Baby, baby, get a condom for your ‘dicky’ and stick it in me. I need you to stick it in now.” Her pelvis was undulating and I knew she would come as soon as I got inside her pussy. Sure enough as soon as I got my dick out, covered it with the rubber and shoved it in her pussy she began to come. This set me off and I filled the condom. “Oh baby, I needed a ‘quickie’. My cunny was just so hot and wet.” We washed up, brushed our teeth and got into bed. I was quickly asleep but I knew that chrissy had not forgotten about Billy’s big cock.

Chrissy nudged me awake a little later, “Listen Joey. What is happening?” I could hear sounds from Janie’s room and it was obvious what was happening. Billy had come to visit Janie in her room before going to sleep on the sofa. We could not sleep now and lay in bed listening.

We heard Janie say, “Oh Billy, you shouldn’t be up here. What would Joey and Chrissy think if they knew you were up here? They are in the next room…you know. Billy, don’t take your shorts off. God Billy, it’s already getting hard. Come here baby and I’ll give you some relief. Oh Billy, you don’t need to take my panties down. Oh Billy, don’t touch me like that. Oh, it feels so good when you lick my pussy. Don’t try to stick it in me…OK.”

We heard the bed squeak as Billy lay down. Then we heard him say, “Janie baby, I just need to be with you. I brought some lubricant so maybe you could rub me some and maybe we could….you know….fuck Bayan escort a little.” Even though Chrissy had just come I could hear her breathing shorten.

Chrissy whispered, “Is he going to f-fuck Janie with that giant cock? He will split her cunny. You better stop them. Don’t let him f-fuck her.”

I responded, “Shh, be quiet. Let’s listen to what happens.”

Billy said, “That’s good baby. Rub that Vaseline all around. God, that feels good. You are getting my cock so-o-o hard. Rub a little down on my ass…oh…that’s good baby. Suck my cock a little. Here let me rub some on your pussy.”

We heard Janie groan, “Unghh…Oh Billy, that feels so good. I love it when you finger my pussy. Unghh…Billy, don’t push your finger into my ass. Oooh!”

Billy said, “Are you ready to put it in a little?”

Janie whimpered, “I don’t know Billy…it makes me so-o-o sore….maybe just the head. My cunny wants you in but you are so big. Ah-h-h-h! Stop, don’t push anymore…just let me see if I can work the head in. God, it’s so big. Oh! The head is in. Please don’t move. Oh No! I’m going to come. Your cock is just so big. Unnnghhh! I’m com-m-m-i-n-g!”

Chrissy’s pelvis was undulating as she listened. Billy said, “Oh baby, you’re going to make me come. Here it comes. I’m going to fill your pussy. Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to push it in that far. I just couldn’t help it when you made me come. Let me see baby. Is your pussy alright?” We could hear Janie sobbing and then all was quiet.

Chrissy whispered, “Joey, Janie was crying. He must have split her when they fucked. I told you that you should stop him. His cock is just too big.”

“What could I do? Did you want me to just rush in on them and create a scene? That would have been silly. They are both consenting adults.” I fell back to sleep.

I awakened a short time later and heard sobbing out in the hallway. I got up and went to see what was wrong. It was Janie. She was dressed in a long man’s tee shirt just like Chrissy slept in. I just had on my loose fitting boxers. She was sniffling and said, “Oh Joey, I need to talk to someone. Could we go downstairs and talk a bit?”

I put my arm around her shoulder to comfort her and said, “Sure Sweetness, tell Joey what is wrong and I’ll try to fix it.” We went down to the den and sat on the sofa in the dark. I noticed that Janie walked strangely…sort of bow-legged, like she had been riding a horse and her inner thighs were sore.

Janie folded her feet and knees under her and snuggled into my side with my arm around her shoulder and said, “Joey, Chrissy is so lucky to have found a guy like you. You are so sweet, gentle and understanding. I hope I meet someone like you soon.” She was still sniffling and whimpering.

“Janie, what seems to be the problem? Billy seems like a nice guy. Are you two having problems?”

“That is just the problem. I have to break-up with Billy. We are just not compatible. I just know he is going to be upset. Oh, I don’t know what to do.”

“What seems to be the exact problem? Perhaps I can give you some advice.” I began to massage her shoulder and upper arm.

“Well, it is difficult to talk about but I’ll try. I just have to talk to someone. We…Billy and I….well….we are just not compatible in bed…you know….sexually. Oh, he turns me on….it’s not that….it’s just that we don’t really fit together. His ‘thing’ is just so-o long and thick that it doesn’t fit into…you know….my cunny.” I continued to rub her shoulder and kiss her hair. My dick began to stir in my boxers even though I had just fucked Chrissy earlier. “I am on the pill so we have tried different things. We use a lot of lubricant and when it comes time to…..you know….stick it in, we squeeze the h-h-head to make it smaller. But as soon as the h-head gets in me it swells back up and Billy can’t slide…you know…in and out the way we need. It is so big in me that he makes me…you know….start coming almost immediately. This makes me squeeze and hunch and Billy starts to come. Then it is over and my cunny is so sore that we can’t do ‘it’ anymore for a few days. My cunny is sore right now.” My dick got very hard and began to stick through the fly of my boxers. Janie saw it and said, “Oh Joey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to….get you hot and bothered.” She reached down and just pulled the fly back over my dick covering it up. “Joey, what do you think I should do?”

I said, “Have you tried exercises with…you know…smaller ‘things’ in order to loosen up your p-pussy a little?” Stretch out on the sofa and let me see if I can determine if there is a problem.” Janie stretched out on the sofa and I dropped to my knees beside the sofa. I slid Janie’s tee shirt up her thighs and she was not wearing panties.

“Oh Joey, should you really be looking at my cunny? What would Chrissy think? This is so embarrassing, Joey.”

“Don’t worry about Chrissy….lift up your knees and open your legs.” She placed one leg up on the back Escort of the sofa and opened her thighs widely.

“God Joey, look at my cunny. See how red and messy it is. Billy just…you know….f-fucked me a little while ago….could you and Chrissy hear us? Billy squirts so much cum in me. See how drippy I am. Oh, I hate for you to see my cunny all messy.” Janie’s pussy was very inflamed and irritated. Cum was dribbling out down the crack of her ass.

“Janie, I have to touch you a little to be sure everything is OK.” Janie did not object so I used my thumb and fore-finger to lightly and slowly massage just outside her red and puffy outer lips all the way from her clit down to her anus. “Does that hurt?” Janie shook her head ‘No’. I continued this massage for a few minutes and Janie’s anus began squeeze a little. I kissed her inner thigh a few inches above her knee. Then with the tip of my fore-finger I did the same thing between her outer lips using the dribbling cum for lubricant. “Does that hurt?” Again Janie shook her head ‘No’ and her ass began to squirm a little, particularly when the tip of my finger came into contact with her clit. With the tip of my fore-finger I lightly traced around her pussy opening inserting no more than ½ inch of my finger. Janie was definitely tighter than Chrissy because Chrissy had delivered two babies. “Does that hurt?” Janie just whimpered and shook her head ‘No’. I could see her stomach muscles ripple a little. Using my thumb I began to massage her clit and Janie’s pelvis began to undulate but she indicated no pain. While continuing to massage her clit, I moistened my fore-finger with cum and began a light massage of her anus ever so gently increasing the pressure. When my finger tip popped through her sphincter muscle I asked, “Does that hurt?”

“God No, Joey, what are you doing to me? You are making me so hot. You are making me want to f-fuck again. Are you going to make me come again?”

I leaned over and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Janie responded by opening her lips, pulling my face tightly to her and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I whispered, “I think you are OK. Do you want me to stop?”

Janie whimpered, “Yes, you better stop.” But she continued to kiss me and her pelvis movements were becoming more frantic. She made no effort to remove my thumb from her clit or my finger from her anus. “Oh Joey, don’t do that. Stop, Joey! Please……don’t…..stop. You’re making me so hot. You’re making me want to fuck.”

“We could try one more thing just to be certain that you are OK on the inside. We could try putting something inside you…you know….just to be sure.”

“Joey, I don’t know. What would you use?”

“Well, my dick is straining to get out of my boxers. What about that?”

“Joey, I just don’t know. What would Chrissy say if she knew that I let you stick it in me? It won’t hurt…will it? Are we going to…you know….fuck? Will you f-fuck me with it….you know….put it in and out…the way normal people do it? My cunny feels like it wants something hard sliding in and out…you know….f-fucking me.” I dropped my boxers and got up on the sofa between Janie’s legs. “Joey, just put it in a little….my cunny is very sore and it might hurt.” I gently rubbed the head of my dick between her pussy lips and got it slippery with Billy’s cum. Janie was humping off the sofa so I pushed the head between her lips. I asked if it hurt and Janie shook her head ‘No’. I pushed all the way in and Janie groaned. I asked again if it hurt. She said, “God No! It feels great.” It felt good to me too. I had never been in a pussy without a condom and it definitely was better ‘bareback’. If I had not just fucked Chrissy I would probably have come already.

I said, “So far so good, baby. I’m going to fuck you now.” I began to give her long slow strokes and she began to make a low squealing sound each time I would push in. “Janie, you are going to have to be quieter. We don’t want to wake anyone.”

“God Joey, It feels so good. I have never been…you know….f-fucked with a normal c-cock. The end rubs right behind my clit inside my pussy each time you f-fuck into me. I didn’t know it could feel this good. Is that my G-spot? Oh, keep fucking me. I want to feel you cum in me.”

I reached down and pressed a finger into Janie’s ass and she yelped, “Joey, how can I be quiet if you are going push your finger into my ass? Oh, Joey, fuck it in and out just the way you are doing with your dick. Oh God, that is going to make me come. Oh fuck me hard…fuck me….fuck me…please fuck me. Oh I’m commmming! Push it in hard. Shoot it in me now.”

When Janie’s ass began to hunch wildly off the sofa, I could hold back no longer and began to come, “Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!” My ass clenched and clenched and I emptied my balls into Janie. We settled down and I pulled my soft dick from Janie’s pussy. “Janie, I wish you were not on the pill. I would like to try and make a baby in you. Would you like for me to fuck a baby in you?”

“God Joey, that was so good. Would you really want to make me pregnant? If I stop taking the ‘pill’ would you do ‘it’ to me? Would you put cum in me? I have to find somebody normal just like you unless you want to take care of me and Chrissy.”

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While he waited in the living room area of Rebecca’s suite, Brad had elected to arrange some company to keep him amused. So he had a particularly busty Swedish girl polishing his cock with her lips as he considered the afternoon’s plans.

“Quite an interesting concept, this ‘Special Invitation’ package”, he mused. It was one of the more unusual options available to guests visiting Arcadia as a group. The staff, using a special questionnaire completed by each guest before their arrival, could gauge the likelihood that one visitor might be willing to pair off with another visitor for a secret little liaison…. And, if one guest cared to try their luck, by ordering the ‘Special Invitation’ the wheels were set in motion.

When Brad’s colleague Rebecca returned to her room, a special go-between member of staff would intercept her in the hallway outside and, in the most delicate manner, inform Rebecca that Brad had been allowed to wait for her in the living room area of her suite. If she gave the green light to the idea of hooking up, or wished to at least discuss going ahead with it, then in she would go…

…If not… No big deal, Brad would get sent back to his room to get a consolation blowjob by one of the several dozen other high-class fuck buddies that the hotel could arrange. And hell, he thought to himself, he still had several fantasies that he wanted to play out. He still had a mind to track down that tall drink of water, Mimi, and have another go-around with her.

“That girl had an award-winning rack” he murmured, glancing down. “And there’s another award-winning rack!”

Her full lips locked around his thick cock, Inga could only mumble and flash ice-blue eyes approvingly at him.

Brad could only assume Inga must have been some kind of ex-lingerie model or seriously high-class escort even in her native Sweden. She was smoking hot even by Scandinavian standards, and Brad could speak with some authority on that, as his wife was of busty Danish stock.

He’d ordered her sight unseen along with his ‘Special Invitation’ package, to kill some time while he waited for Rebecca. Having asked for someone ‘tall, submissive and with big tits’ he’d been pleasantly surprised when the Island staff sent Inga along. She had been dressed in a slightly prim skirt suit that was just a tad too Escort bayan tight, and did nothing to conceal a pair of tits big enough that entered they room first. Overall, he considered, she had that classic Scandinavian beach babe look (that was what he classed this type of chick in his head as, at least).

A little over six foot… Long, braided golden hair, pale blue eyes, great bone structure, full lips… And most importantly, a body built for banging. Long legs tapered to a full, heart-shaped ass. Not to mention a flat stomach and a pair of tits that, by rights, were too big and firm to not be fake. They were too big, much too big, for Brad to get a proper grip of, and yet he could tell from the way they felt that they were all natural. They had that pleasant yielding quality, and he’d spent a few minutes mauling them having peeled her out of her clothes.

Upon getting into Rebecca’s room, Brad had wasted little time on small talk. Once a quick introduction was out of the way, he’d got right to the point.

‘Honey, I think you’d better give me a blowjob now, in case I’m too excited when Rebecca comes back and I … Hell, I dunno, in case I blow in her ass too quick when I nail her. I’ll feel more confident if you’ve taken the edge off me first.’

Brad was nothing if not confidant, and couldn’t conceive of a possible world where Rebecca wouldn’t give him the chance to put his cock in that perfect ass of hers. He’d been intending to get around to it for a while now.

After getting her down to flimsy thong and bra that were startlingly white against her golden skin, he’d pushed her down to her knees in front of his chair, grabbing a handful of blonde hair and guiding his cock out of his pants and into her mouth. He thought she’d been trying to tell him where she was from in Sweden… But, frankly, Brad tended not to really give a damn where the girls sucking him came from, only that they did a good job, and didn’t mind either swallowing or taking his load on their tits or something. Now she was quiet, milking his penis with her mouth and throat, her rack pressing warmly against his thighs.

“God damn, I love chicks like you.”

Although Inga was the type of statuesque, jaw-dropping beauty who should have been comfortable breezing around reducing men to gibbering messes, he’d Bayan escort quickly realized that the Island staff had indeed picked him a submissive like he’d asked for.

Crazy hot or not, she was a born cock-sucker and he’d got a good idea that her bikini-waxed box was getting pretty wet from being ordered around.

Brad closed his eyes, leaning back and considering what was coming up soon enough.

Rebecca probably wasn’t even as hot as Inga (Or Mimi, for that matter) in most respects. She wasn’t a world-class beauty as such… In fact, he’d probably nailed several hotter bitches over the years, including his own wife. But there was nothing quite like a bit of forbidden fruit, and Rebecca certainly fulfilled that category, being that she was supposed to be one of his colleagues at the top tier of the company.

But hell, she had an ass that just would not quit. He figured that while she was probably merely drop-dead gorgeous in the overall beauty stakes, rather than ridiculously super-hot like some of the Arcardia staff, she certainly had one world-cass asset: Her rear end.

“I’m going to bend that bitch over and feed my cock up her ass. Then I’m going to grab that pony tail, wrap it around my fist and show that bitch who’s in charge…” He mumbled to himself as Inga continued giving him a particularly wet and satisfying blowjob. She made little sounds of pleasure as her lips slid over his cock head and down the veined side of his penis.

Brad, absorbed in his blowjob, hadn’t heard the door open, or Rebecca’s footsteps as she padded up to them barefoot.

She’d just returned from a refreshing dip in one of the resort’s many swimming pools, and water still beaded her toned and tanned body. Her hair was still wet, swept back and cascading down her back. Brad, finally realizing they were no longer alone, sat up with a slight start, his eyes widening as he took in the form-fitting black string bikini she wore. It was cut to an absolute minimum and emphasized her tight body. Despite being slim, with a hint of a six-pack, Rebecca still managed to maintain a middling-sized pair of tits, which a few lucky boyfriends had discovered were still enough to manage an oily titfuck with.

Grinning at his lascivious inspection, Rebecca twirled suddenly, giving Brad a glimpse of that Escort legendary ass.

“Damn, ‘becka, you have the best behind in the business.”

She shrugged.

“Is that what this invite is about, Brad? You think you can convince me to break off a piece of this for you?” Rebecca tilted her hips sexily and tapped her ass with one long-nailed finger.

As she did so, Inga raised her head momentarily from Brad’s cock, and turned her head to glance over with a slightly challenging look in her eyes. As though querying why Brad would want an ‘amateur’ when she, Inga, was on hand.

Brad grimaced in displeasure as his cock flopped out of her mouth, and was about to speak when Rebecca stepped closer and got there first.

“What’s the matter, honey? You tired of sucking his dick?” She had her hands on her hips and a glint in her eye that Brad had never seen before.

Inga’s eyes went wide and her lips curved downwards slightly. “No, mistress, I just…” She shrugged and looked down. “…I wasn’t… I mean…”

Rebecca raised her eyebrows at her, and then glanced at Brad.

“Brad, I thought you liked to keep on top of your girls. This one is a little sassy.” She stepped closer, bending over and running a finger over Inga’s lips.

Straightening up, Rebecca looked over the blonde in a considering manner. Brad leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself, waiting to see how this panned out. He had no idea where this was going, and if it was going to end with him banging Rebecca, but either way he liked how it was shaping up – it was going to be interesting no matter what! He liked this side of his colleague.

“She’s a tight piece of ass, Brad, no doubt.” Rebecca nodded. “Great rack, obviously knows her way around a cock. Yeah, I think she’ll do. And she might benefit from a bit of a lesson in manners…”

Brad raised his eyebrows. “Do for… What, exactly?”

Rebecca smiled.

“Well, hon, I want you to bend this slut over that chair you’re sitting on, and I want you to put that big cock in her ass. I’m going to watch you bang her asshole until she can’t sit down for a week, and squirt your load on her when you’re done. If you do it real nice, then maybe I’ll give you a shot at me…. How does that sound?”

Brad cracked his knuckles and then clamped a hand around the back of Inga’s neck, squeezing gently. He could feel her pulse racing under his hand.

“Sounds pretty hot….”

(Come back for more in part 4, when Rebecca teaches Brad how to get the most out of the hired help…)

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My name is Jane and I’m out on the town with my husband of seven years Tom, we’ve come to this out of the way country pub so that I can flash off my naked pussy to a total stranger. At first the pub is quiet and we decide to sit in one of the corner little alcoves looking into the room with me on the outside so that one leg pokes round the edge of the table. After an hour or so and a few stiff vodka’s my crotch is beginning to dampen, as the pub becomes busier a couple of businessmen sit close by and begin talking, Tom’s hand slips down to my thigh and squeezes as he urges me to go for it.

Slowly I get up and brush past the men on the way to the ladies room, on the way back I stop and apologize that I have to get past again and hope that they don’t mind, one says ‘that its all his pleasure’. He stands up to let me through but keeps the gap deliberately small, I stay facing him and slowly begin to slide past keeping my ample bust tight to his chest. Half way through he starts to topple backwards and puts his arms around me pulling my crotch close to his, his hardening cock pushes onto my pubic bone and for a second we embrace. As I wiggle I ask if he’s enjoying himself? His friend gets up and holds me by the hips from behind, with a sexy little giggle I remind them that its a bit early in the evening for a threesome.

They finally let go and with a few more apologies I return to sit next to Tom, phase one complete. Tom’s hand slips back to the top of my thigh as he whispers an obscene comment, slowly his fingers ruck up my short skirt until it’s just below the V between my legs, finally he lets a finger slips down and over my shaved pussy mound. He scolds me playfully for removing my knickers in the toilet while his finger penetrates up to its first knuckle, then looking across at the two men I smile and open my legs wider to give them a view to remember. The first one sees Tom’s finger buried in my cunt and prods his mate to look over, both of them stare with open mouths as two more fingers join the first before starting to rotate making me sit up and squirm in my seat. Slowly Tom pumps them in and out a few more times before pulling them out and discreetly bringing them up to his face, he sniffs them and then offers them one by one to me to suck clean.

Quickly I clamp my legs back together as two girls appear next to the two voyeurs, both men quickly get up and kiss them before sitting them down at the table with their backs to Tom and I, they then go off to get some drinks. Tom says that it looks as if tonight’s game is over and its time to go home for a shag. I’m just about to agree as I realize that the girls can’t see what’s going on and that the two men have returned to sit down so that they can still see me, perhaps a little more is possible! Once again I open up and this time begin to play with myself, slowly inserting just one finger but licking my lips to show how good it feels, the men peer round their girlfriends while still keeping up the conversation as they continue watching me wank.

Suddenly one of the girls senses that something’s not right and looks round nearly catching me in the act, Tom smiles back and one of the men tries to rekindle the conversation, slowly she turns back. Tom kisses me and asks to go out to the car but I feel that there’s a bit more yet to come and open my legs further still. The conversation at the other table continues while I masturbate in front of the men, I catch a word or two and clearly hear the words pussy, wanking and outside as my fingers slip in deeper and deeper. Again only slowly this time the same girl turns round to face me, this time she smiles and looks deep into my eyes, slowly her legs begin to part and as her skirt rides up she places her hands in her lap. Once open she slips one hand underneath and smiles as the man closest reaches over and pulls back her clothing, her fingers are deep within her quim and framed by vibrant thick red pubic hair. Man number two comes over to our table and asks if we’d like to join them, it seems as if we’ve something in common!

Several more drinks and we are chatting about our lust for flashing in public, it seems that the men first met the girls three weeks ago in this same pub doing exactly what I was doing just minutes ago. The girls, Sharon and Julie, swing both ways and like their own company as well as men and so it urfa escort was Julie with her fingers inside Sharon that caught Jeff and Gill’s attention. The two men after chatting quickly took Sharon and Julie out into the back of the car park and shagged them over the fence before returning home and swapping with each other throughout the night. Tonight they were off to a secret little night club in the back streets of the village near by and asked if we would like to join them. I looked at Tom and with a little girl giggle said we’d love to! We went out to the car park and Jeff pointed out the infamous fence, Sharon giggled and lifted her short dress to reveal her pink satin knickers, she asked if he wanted to try it again but Gill said that we could try it later after the club. Luckily the two cars were parked very close together and so we began to climb in, Gill said that it would be better if Sharon went with Tom and I got in their car so that if we got split up Sharon could give Tom directions, a good idea but with ulterior motives I thought.

On the way the two boys had me sandwiched in the back between them while Julie drove, the scene was set and it wasn’t very long before hands began to slip down on to my knees and drift upwards towards my moist pussy. Gill’s hand was the first to reach its goal and carefully pulled my pussy lips to one side as Jeff’s fingers slipped inside, both men agreed that it was high time that they should sample my prick teasing cunt. When I didn’t offer any objections Jeff moved quickly down onto the floor and replaced his fingers with his mouth while Gill went to work freeing one of my breasts. During the ten minute car journey both my nipples were sucked and my clit was nibbled to the point were I nearby came but as my panting became heavier Julie told them to make me wait, it would make it even better inside the club.

As we arrived I quickly readjusted my clothing so that Tom wouldn’t know what had been going on and we all got out of the cars, Sharon asked Tom if he fancied it again and raised her dress only this time her bare beaver came into view; she’d removed her knickers while sat next to my husband. Tom looked sheepish as Sharon giggled and said that she hoped I’d enjoyed the ride as much as she had? Jeff and Gill pulled me towards the club doorway while Sharon and Julie grabbed Tom’s arms and led him in behind us. Tom said hello to the two doormen and we were allowed to enter quickly into a darkened room with a stage in the centre, we sat at one of the ring side tables as Gill went off to get in the drinks. I asked Tom if he’d touched Sharon in the car coming over and it was obvious by his expression that his fingers had been in her honey pot so I told him it was OK as I too had misbehaved, although I didn’t go into any details. Gill returned just as a compare came onto the stage, he welcomed everybody to club X, a club for flashers, voyeurs, exhibitionists and horny bastards; and then asked if they had any new members?

Jeff raised his hand and introduced himself, he pointed out Tom and I before explaining in graphic detail how we had met earlier, he told the club how I had been flashing before fingering myself in the pub and how I had continued even after their girlfriends had joined them. He went on to describe how they had run their hands up the inside of my thighs in the car and pulled my legs to one side without me protesting, and finally how they had sucked me close to an orgasm while Julie drove. Tom looked across in amazement as he listened, then Sharon told her story how she had asked him if he fancied fucking her and when he said yes she’d slipped her knickers off. She pulled up her dress and explained how she’d shaved her minge the night before and said how she took Tom’s hand and ran it over her smooth snatch before inserting two of his thick fingers inside, she said that she’d pumped them in and out coating them with her juices before removing them and offering them back to him to lick clean. It was my turn to look at him in amazement, neither of us had ever touched another since our wedding day. When they’d finished the compare asked for a round of applause and said that he hoped to see more of us later in the night!

Next on stage was a young girl dressed in nun’s habit and a very large black man as a construction worker, quickly he had uşak escort her tied to a post and began taking off his clothes while she pleaded with him not to hurt her as she was a bride of Jesus and so still a virgin. He produced a knife and cut away the bottom half of her robes to reveal her M&S knickers before slowly cutting those away too, her neatly trimmed bush matched her red hair peeping out of her habit but the small tattoo on her thigh suggested she was not what she seemed. Next he made her kneel at his feet and suck his cock, a very impressive large black piece, just before she did so he asked for some help from the audience and with lightning speed Julie volunteered Tom. Shyly my husband went up onto the stage and stood behind her, with some small directions from the other man he slipped out of his trousers and took up a position behind her arse before slowly feeding his cock into her tight hole.

Tom looked back at me as if to ask permission to proceed, as I nodded back as Gill’s hand slipped to the inside of my left thigh, Tom began to fuck her with long deep strokes as Gill’s fingers eased their way past my panties and stroked my clit. Several minutes later I was losing track of the sex show on stage as Gill’s fingers, now deep inside my quim, moved me closer and closer to my next adulterous climax. I never did see Tom shoot his load into the nun as Julie and Sharon dragged me off to the side of the stage and through a side door into a room behind, here they pushed me down onto a sofa and ripped off my clothes, they asked if I liked seeing my husband fucking another woman, I’d obviously enjoyed Gill’s finger fuck! All I did was nod and open my legs to show them my engorged pussy lips as they oozed juices down the inside of my thighs, both girls laughed and said that they had better sort me out before the next part of the show. Again the next few minutes became a blur as the girls proceeded to lick and suck me to an almighty orgasm; my first lesbian encounter!

After they’d finished they took me back through to a costume department and helped me pick out a leather cat suit complete with hood, it wasn’t easy getting into it as my sweaty body clung to it and so plenty of body talc was called for, a job both girls seemed to like as they rubbed it in. Admiring myself in the mirror afterwards I could see the tight fitting suit pushing my body into all the right shapes, but more outstanding were the strategically placed zips. Both nipples had one, my mouth another and a long one ran from front to back up between my legs, all were obviously well placed for one reason. Next they gave me a whip and dressed them selves in similar leather corsets with thigh high boots and hoods like mine although their tits were left exposed. Sharon said that we were to be the next act, nobody especially Tom would be able to recognize us and that we could do whatever we wanted once out on stage, I was to let my imagination run riot and for fill all my fantasies. Inside my mask a smile formed.

First I sent out Sharon and Julie, I told them to select three men from the crowd and Tom was to be one of them, they were to put them to one side for now while the girls had a little love play ‘a la lesbos’. I came out onto the stage to see the three in the corner and the two girls in a sixty-nine on the floor lapping at each others cunts like a pair of kittens, with a crack of my whip I stung Sharon across her arse and told them to come and worship me, their queen. Quickly I was sat down on a chair and my thighs eased open, Sharon open the zip to my mouth and kissed me while Julie unzipped each breast and pulled out my tender nipples before planting a kiss on each. Next the three men were brought over and knelt at my feet, two were told to kiss and suck my toes while Tom was told to lick my pussy through the leather, not to open the zip!

Heat built up inside my suit and I could feel the juices of my aching cunt running down the inside of my thighs clamped around Tom’s head, it was time for me to have some cock. Julie pulled Tom off and pushed him away as she took his position, she pulled the zip down from my navel to reveal my dripping snatch but not my arse hole, she then slowly licked away the excess juices as the audience fell silent. One toe sucker was told to lie on his back with his pole sticking up in the air, van escort the other was told to stand behind me and hold open my cunt while I slowly squatted down on it, after a couple of inches I stopped and Tom was brought in front of me. Both girls began to pull and pinch my nipples as he fed his cock into my open mouth.

Slowly I eased further down onto the strangers cock as my unsuspecting husband received a blow job, I began to pump up and down holding onto his thighs as my head went backwards and forwards on his shaft while the cock inside my pussy twitched as I gripped it firmly. Just as all 8″ buried itself in my love tunnel Tom climaxed filling my mouth with warm salty sperm, he pulled out and Sharon kissed me sucking out his juices before turning to Julie and passing them on. Tom was then held back by the two girls as they kissed him passing his own juices back, yet another first! Finally I gave a couple of more pumps on the cock between my legs before leaning forwards to kiss him, but it wasn’t over yet! Julie moved round to the back of me and pushed the third man down onto his knees pointing at my arse, he soon got the idea and pulled the zip up from between my legs to expose my bum, taking a couple of fingers he spread some juice around my virginal hole.

His cock eased passed my sphincter muscles inch by inch until four inches was buried in my behind, I could feel the rubbing as the two cocks inside me were only separated by a thin wall of flesh, the urge was too great and so I began to push backwards. Up and down, backwards and forwards I went, in and out both cocks slid pressing against each other forcing all of me to stretch open, my pussy lips slid in and out with the pumping shaft as my arse gripped the other. Sharon reached down between our bodies and began to finger my clit as Julie unlaced the hood covering my face, as both men built up the speed I orgasmed and Julie ripped off my disguise exposing my face to my husband. Never before had I been unfaithful, never before had I fucked more than one man at a time, never had we had an audience and never had I been fucked up my arse: tonight we had broken new ground and I had a feeling this was only the beginning.

Tom was led back to his seat by Gill and I went off stage with the two girls too get undressed and washed. Inside the changing room however the girls had other plans and I was soon in the shower with both of them, only we weren’t washing. Sharon knelt in front of me and was lapping at my tender pussy as Julie went behind me and soaped up her fingers, she then went to work filling my now experienced arse hole. From somewhere a back scrubber was produced and the handle quickly thrust deep inside my snatch, Sharon continued licking and nibbling on my clit as Julie inserted yet another finger or two, finally Sharon lay back on the floor and pulled my head down between her open thighs. Both fingers and brush were removed as I licked her pussy tasting the sweet female juices, then suddenly a almighty pain shot through me as Julie whacked me across the bum with the brush.

The pain quickly died and a warm glow spread through my loins, I was enjoying it! Again and again she smacked me as Sharon held me firmly between her legs, my tongue kept on licking her pussy as once again that evening a climax shot through my stomach. Slowly we began to untangle ourselves and I heard a laugh coming from the far corner, it was Gill, he’d been watching all along! He said that it was obvious that I was a very sexy lady and that it was time for us all to go and finish of the night together back at his place, he then asked if I wanted Tom to come along as well or would I feel less embarrassed on my own? Without thinking I said alone.

After getting dressed we met at the exit door to the club, tom looked at me but didn’t say a word, Gill told him that they were going to take me back to his hotel and that he wasn’t invited he was to go home and wait for me, I would be home probably tomorrow some time, Tom just nodded turned round and left. We climbed into the car again only this time the girls got in the back with me, all the way back to Gills hotel my pussy was constantly fingered by them as they sucked my nipples. Inside going up in the lift Jeff put his hands under my dress and removed my soaking knickers before kneeling in front of me and putting one leg over his shoulder, he licked my pussy all around but avoided the clit so as not to make me come, finally outside the door of Gill’s room I was make to kneel down and give his cock a blow job, anybody could have come out into the corridor and caught us; perhaps that’s what made it so exciting.

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Marty’s Mom Takes On The Town Ch. 5

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Jeanie Wilson unlocked the front door and walked in. Her mom’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so she knew her mother wasn’t home. She shrugged. She was about four hours early anyway. She set her suitcase in the kitchen and hung her coat in the hall closet. That was when she heard the faint noises drifting down from upstairs.

Jeanie listened for a moment. It sounded like someone was having sex! She had sat many Saturday nights with her ear pressed to the wall adjacent to her parent’s room until she started spending her weekends in search of her own. She knew when people were having sex. If her mom wasn’t home, and her dad was gone until the weekend, who could it be?

“Ohh…” she thought, “Could it be Marty?” Then “No way, it sounds like a grown man!” Jeanie’s curious nature made it impossible for her to ignore the situation. She just had to investigate.

Jeanie crept up the stairs. It was coming from Marty’s room! She paused in front of his closed door, wanting to find out what in the world was going on, when she realized two things. She could tell it was coming from the television in his room, and she recognized her mother as one of the participants! Shocked, Jeanie opened the door slowly.

Marty heard a small “oh!” behind him. He froze for a moment, then slowly turned, his hand still around his cock. He looked up at his sister standing in the doorway and back to the television set. He quickly leaped up and turned the set off, knowing it was far too late for that. He grabbed the towel on the end of his bed and covered himself with it as she walked in, knowing it was a little late for that too.

“Well, well… what have you been up to, Marty?” Jeanie taunted him as she walked over to the vcr. She pushed rewind and turned around. “Don’t be embarrassed, Marty. Everyone does it, even me.”

She turned back to the television and hit the “on” switch, then restarted the tape. “Let’s see what my brother’s been doing.”

The few seconds of lead passed, and the view of Selena on her knees giving a strange man a blow job came on. Jeanie’s mouth dropped open, then she slowly closed it. She sat and watched the whole thing without a word, so stunned she didn’t even realize when her hand went between her legs. She turned to Marty when the tape was over.

“How did you manage this?” she asked. Then she giggled, looking at the towel tent in his lap. “And how ever yalova escort are you going to manage that?”

“Well if you hadn’t come in, I would have managed just fine, thanks.” Marty returned. “Now I guess I’ll get over it.”

He glanced pointedly at her own hand in her lap. “Looks like you got something to manage yourself.”

“I told you everybody does it,” Jeanie replied. “I do it all the time. Well, whenever I’m horny and I don’t have my boyfriend around, that is. And once I even did it in front of him.”

“Wow.” Marty was impressed. And his stiffness wasn’t subsiding at all. If anything it was even more demanding. There was something too wild about listening to his sister tell him she masturbated in front of her boyfriend right after they watched their mother being fucked on tape.

“I wish I could see that up close,” Marty said. His hand brushed across his towel-covered cock almost absently before he settled it on his knee. “I’ve never even seen a pussy up close.”

“You’re still a virgin? Oh, Marty!” Jeanie gaped at him. Then she asked, curious, “So how did you come by this tape?”

“I filmed it myself.” he answered. “I stood in the doorway and watched through the camera while she let two guys fuck her. It was awesome.”

“Wow,” said Jeanie as she reached over and rewound the tape. “I can’t believe you did that!” She hit the play button again and sat there watching and listening to the two men fuck her mother senseless.

“Damn, that is so hot!” she exclaimed when the tape finished. “I can’t believe Mom is such a slut! Has she ever done this before?”

“I came home one day,” Marty began, “and there was some guy fucking her in the garage. I watched it all as he slapped her hard on the ass and fucked her right off the floor. I heard her talking to Glenda after that and telling her how much she liked it. Then I heard Mom talk to her about setting her up to fuck somebody else, so I was ready. I didn’t know it would be two guys!”

“Watching that tape has made me so horny!” Jeanie looked sideways at Marty. “Do you really want to see what a girl looks like when she’s masturbating?”

“Yeah,” Marty answered, “You got any really horny girlfriends?”

“You want to watch me?” she asked him. It was Marty’s turn to have his mouth drop open.

“Right here? Right now?” was all he could manage.

“Yes yozgat escort right here right now because I’m so horny I could almost cum from a single lick. But you better hurry and make up your mind because I’m starting to lose my enthusiasm.”

“Yes, please?” Marty croaked. He couldn’t believe it. He had never thought of his sister like this, sure they had talked about sex, and she had even turned him on to their parent’s habits, but she was his sister! Still, she was pretty hot. He knew his friend Sam would sell his own sister for five minutes in the sack with her, but then Sam would sell his sister for five minutes in the sack with anybody.

Jeanie stood up and slid her shirt over her head. Even if she was his sister, she had great tits, no doubt about it. Just like their mom she was really stacked, but with the advantage of age, she wore no bra. Her nipples stood out from them, pointing right at Marty, it seemed to him.

She turned around as she took off her jeans. He saw her ass first, and Marty wondered for a moment if his sister liked getting spanked like their mother obviously did. Then Jeanie turned around. Marty saw her light brown curls and felt his cock twitch under the towel.

Jeanie got up on the bed, and moved to the middle. She reclined on Marty’s pillows and slid her hands between her legs. Marty turned sideways and adjusted his towel. He didn’t say a word as Jeanie bent her knees and spread her legs and he was looking straight at her beautiful pussy.

“Now just watch,” Jeanie said as she looked away from him. She slid both hands up and began to play with her tits, her hands all over them, kneading and squeezing and caressing. She pulled and twisted on her nipples until they were rosy and swollen. Marty watched carefully as she began to squirm on the bed a little.

Jeanie moved a hand down over her stomach to her pussy. Marty watched her softly stroke her outer lips, pulling and teasing at her hair as she felt all of herself. Slowly, she worked her way inward, her fingertips not missing a bit of skin as she teased herself. He could see her lips separate, a glimmer of moisture between them as she rubbed herself more firmly.

Finally Jeanie slipped a finger right between them. In seconds he could see her finger was slippery from her own juices. She added another finger and began pulling her inner lips ankara escort apart with them as she stroked up and down.

Marty just watched in awe as she exposed more and more of her pink flesh to him. When she added a third finger, she slipped the middle one into herself. Marty heard her little sigh as she began to fuck herself with that finger, then another, and then a third.

Slowly Jeanie worked her fingers in and out of herself. He could see and hear more of her wetness as her fingers squished in and out of her wet hole. She started making little sighing sounds under her breath as her other hand pulled at her nipples even harder, pinching them almost flat between her finger and thumb.

He watched as her bottom started lifting off the bed just a little to meet her hand. He was getting so hot he was starting to sweat, just watching her pussy swallow her fingers over and over again. He took the towel from his lap to wipe his face, and felt his cock spring from under it.

His hand instinctively closed around it as he watched Jeanie getting more and more into her own pleasure. Her eyes almost closed, he was sure she no longer even cared if he was in the room. Moans escaping her lips every couple of strokes, she took her hand from her tits and moved it to her clit. She spread some of the wetness from her other fingers up over her clit and began rubbing it with quick little circles.

“Ohhh… yesss…” Jeanie moaned as her movements became a blur. Marty watched as her fingers pumped rapidly in and out of her cunt accompanied by even faster motion over her clit. He couldn’t help but stroke his cock in time with her movements. His balls had been wanting to cum since he had watched the tape the first time that afternoon. Jeanie had caught him the second time through it.

“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh… god…” Jeanie exclaimed as she bucked against her own two hands. Marty watched as the fluid leaked around her fingers. Her pussy actually made a sucking sound as she pressed her hands against herself and arched upward.

Marty choked back a groan as his cum spewed from the end of his cock and onto the floor beside the bed. He didn’t take his eyes of Jeanie’s still twitching pussy until she pulled her fingers from it and licked them off.

“Try it sometime, you’ll like it,” she taunted a gaping Marty. “Now if you haven’t gotten it all sticky yet, throw me that towel.”

Marty tossed her his towel and picked up a T-shirt from the floor. He cleaned up his mess and slid into a pair of jeans while his sister put her own clothes on. It wasn’t a minute later that they heard their mother calling from the bottom of the stairs.

“Marty, are you home?”

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The Road Trip

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None of them knew how long they had been on the road. Their eyes glanced level and were fastened upon the road that swept toward them. The road was of the hue of slate, save for the centerline, which was intermittent white. All of them knew the colors of the road. The horizon narrowed and widened and dipped and rose, and at all times, its edge was jagged with hills that seemed thrust up in points like spires.

A person ought to have a tub larger than the van which here traveled along the road. The lanes of the road were most wrongfully and barbarously abrupt and narrow. Each turn was a problem in the navigation of the van.

The lieutenant slouched in the front passenger seat and looked with both eyes at the thin glass which separated him from the traffic. Often he said, “Man! That was a close call.” As he remarked it, he invariably gazed eastward over the horizon.

The soldiers, packed into the van, were buried in that profound dejection and indifference which comes, temporarily at least, to even the most enduring when deprived of the freedom of independent movement.

The sergeant was in the driver’s seat steering the van between the lanes of traffic. The mind of the master of a vessel is rooted deep in the inner workings of her, though he commands for a day or a decade. This sergeant had on him the stern impression of a scene in the sporadic light of the highway trabzon escort of eleven turned faces.

A seat in this van was not unlike a seat on a rollercoaster, and by the same token, a rollercoaster is not much smaller. The van plummeted, jerked, and plunged like an E-ticket ride. As each wall of traffic came, and the van began to maneuver, it seemed as if there were rails affixed to the wheels, scornfully bumping and grinding to the front of the wall, then racing headlong into the slate black darkness of the road ahead.

A singular disadvantage of the road lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wall of traffic you discover there is another not too distant that will create the same discordant anxiety that the previous one did. There is a terrible grace in the movement of the traffic as it comes in silence, except for the growl of the tires against the road.

In the sporadic light, the faces of the men appeared gray, their eyes glinting in strange ways as they gazed forward. Viewed from above, it would have appeared weirdly picturesque. But the men in the van had no time to see it their minds were occupied by other things.

In disjointed sentences, the lieutenant and the sergeant argued over the difference between Holiday Inn and Day’s Inn.

The color lieutenant said, “There’s a Holiday Inn at the next tunceli escort exit we can stop at.”

“It won’t have any vacancies.” said the sergeant.

“We aren’t there yet,” said one of the soldiers.

As the van bounced along the road, the wind tore through the hair of the men. From the top of each hill, the men surveyed the horizon to the front for signs of a place to stop. For a moment, a broad tumultuous expanse, shining and bright, appeared on the horizon. The men fell silent, except for the hemming and hawing of exhausted anticipation. To express any optimism at this point would be childish, but they all had possessed the sense of the situation. A man thinks doggedly at such times. On the other hand, the ethics of the situation was decidedly against any open suggestion of hopelessness.

Cresting the next hill, the men saw the brightly lit service station abutting the exit. Watchful eyes followed as the garish light intensified, then passed, somehow becoming gruesome in its close proximity. The sergeant, shifting in his seat, wanted to look back, but continued to press on down the road.

“Think we will find a place to stop sergeant?” asked the lieutenant.

“If we keep up this pace we should,” said the sergeant.

The van shifted slightly by the passing traffic, hurled into the darkness by the unseen wind. zonguldak escort The ominous silence provoked mental aberrations of a diabolical punishment being inflicted for amusement. It was not an amusement. Who would so exclude the roadside of such a fundamental requirement as a motel room purely for jest?

It took an anxious eye to find a sign so tiny, but there on the horizon, just to the right of the road was a small yellow sign shape of a setting sun. No, it was far to the right, away from the road. Never had a thing appeared so marvelous to the men in the van, spirits lifted, and eyes wide in anticipation, as they turned onto the exit.

No one knew who had first suggested that they pick up the young female hitch hiker. But as they drove the idea to share her became something of a topic of conversation that is until she accepted the proposal on one condition. She insisted that a room be provided for the event. Now with the room available the tension was as thick as the darkness that surrounded them. Waiting had never been so agonizing, as one then another made their way to the room. Later, it would seem too swift as each recalled with fondness the tender pleasures experienced that night.

It would be difficult to describe the subtle brotherhood of men that was here established on the road. No one said it was so. No one mentioned it. But it had occurred in the van, and each man felt it warm him. They were a sergeant, a lieutenant, and nine soldiers, and they were friends. Friends in a more curiously iron bound degree than may be common. It was more than a mere recognition of the common experience. There was surely in it a quality that was personal and heartfelt.

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Alex’s Lessons Ch. 04

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Author’s note: Those who have followed Alex’s Lessons and have enjoyed her adventures living a Lesbian lifestyle, I hope you enjoy her first adventure with John. I look forward to continuing Alex’s Lessons with both, her lesbian partners as well as any male partners she may come across later. As always please comment if you feel the need. Thank you, Red.

The sun was out; the seagulls were flying over head and the sand between the model’s feet was wet and squishy. Alex looked to the camera and rewarded the photographer with the winning smile that she was known for. When the required number of shots were finished she grabbed a bottled water and headed over to John, Rita’s driver. “You’re early,” she told him, looping her arm through his.

“Yea, I finished Rita’s running,” he answered. He felt the thrill of her touch rush through him.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here; we finished early too. It is more fun riding home with you than getting a ride from one of the crew. They just look at me as if I’m a piece of meat.” She rolled her eyes and released John’s arm. “Thanks, give me a minute and I’ll be right back. As much as I love the bikini, it isn’t mine.” She kissed her friend’s cheek and left him standing there, unaware of the erection that was starting to grow harder as her scent lingered in the air.

When she returned John had composed himself and was in the driver’s seat of his and Alex’s boss’ Town Car. Alex climbed into the seat beside him and grinned. “I have the night off . . . do you know how often that happens?”

“I thought you always had the nights off,” John answered.

He drove the car down familiar streets that would take him to Alex’s apartment, one he’d been in often, but never long enough in his mind. Even when he helped her redo her spare bedroom for her mom’s visit, he’d not been with her long enough. He always left Alex wanting more. At times he thought perhaps she wanted more too, but she was always with someone – a female someone with a lot more money and class than John, at least in his opinion.

“I meant, I don’t have any plans. As far as work goes, I don’t have any jobs where I need to be out late. Rita has some in the works. A new line of evening gowns may come my way, so my nights will fill up eventually,” Alex muttered.

John noticed the change in her voice and glanced her way. “What’s up? You don’t sound to thrilled with the idea of working nights,” he said. He noticed her chewing on her lower lip, a site that always forced him to swallow a groan of lust. He’d imagined chewing on that lip so many times it was almost a constant thing for him to fantasize about.

Alex sighed. “John . . . I love modeling . . . but, I think I need a vacation.”

He chuckled and squeezed her hand. “You’re one of the hottest and newest faces out there. Rita isn’t going to allow you a break. You know that.” He heard her frustrated sigh and squeezed her hand again. “It isn’t meant to be easy . . . this ‘making it big’.”

“I know, but they made it easy didn’t they?” She had come from a backwater town, modeling a few clothes for the local stores and doing a few commercials as well as winning a beauty contest, but that wasn’t what sold Alex. What “sold” Alex was her mom and her mom’s old college lover, now renewed lover, Rita. She pulled strings and Rita had Alex modeling everything from make-up to diamonds. She even introduced her to her lesbian lifestyle, though if Alex was honest with herself she was curious about the other side of the coin. She had an attraction for John that she was sure was more than the best-friend kind.

Her thoughts drifted back to John and she squeezed his hand back. “Don’t take me home okay,” she told him.

John’s face scowled. He didn’t like the sound of that. He’d been told about her run in with the one night stand and how it had cost Rita a large chunk of change in order to get Alex out of trouble. The idea that she’d get into more trouble didn’t appeal to him and he knew it wouldn’t appeal to Alex either.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked. He continued to drive toward her apartment until she came up with a different destination.

Alex blew a few strands of raven locks that had fallen into her eyes. She thought for a moment, turned in her seat and grinned. “Well . . . it’s Friday. What do you do on a Friday, John?” she asked.

He smirked. “Something, I’m sure you don’t do.” He chuckled and flicked the turn signal, took the next corner and headed toward his apartment. “Let me swing by my place, change and then I’ll take you to Snickers. It’s a comedy club here in the city.”

“Thanks, John. I know you weren’t expecting me, but I appreciate it.” Alex felt a twitter in her stomach as she thought of spending the evening with John and his friends. She’d only gone out with the crowd Rita introduced her to since arriving in the big city.

Her “friends” were models, photographers, make-up and fashion consultants, as well as a few designers. Many of them had become temporary lovers, or one-time party “favors” sivas escort to enjoy at social gatherings. Right now she had no lover. She hadn’t taken up with anyone after Rita, her mom Maddie, and she “played” together.

“Alex, my friends aren’t like your friends. We aren’t loaded in cash. You know I make good money being Rita’s driver, but you also know I’m working on starting my own business,” John said as he continued making his way home.

“I know. I didn’t always hang with the ritzy ‘people’ Rita’s paraded me in front of,” she said quietly.

“I just . . . these guys you’ll meet tonight are my friends and well . . . they don’t have the designer clothes or the newest SUV in their driveway. Hell they’re lucky if they can own a driveway,” he added.

“John, relax. I’m not going to have a problem with your friends,” she told him. As they continued to his apartment Alex admitted to herself that meeting his friends would probably be the first normal thing she’d done since coming to the city and taking a job with Tucker Modeling.

Once they reached John’s apartment Alex was suddenly nervous. She felt her pulse quicken when they got out of the car and when he pressed his hand to her back she began the subconscious act of chewing on her lower lip. John noticed and fought the urge to haul her against him and kiss away the habit, or at least help her with it.

They reached his door and he released his friendly touch on her person. He opened up his home to her, finally living a small part of what he’d always imagined. Alex had never been to his place and now that she was, he suddenly was very self-conscious. His home was nothing like hers. He kept putting his money in the bank, she spent hers, but then again she brought home checks with more zeros than he did. He didn’t mind, until she was in the middle of his living room.

Alex looked around and for the first time in a long time she felt at peace. She’d been in million dollar mansions and her apartment wasn’t one of the priciest on the block. Rita had however helped fill it with expensive toys after Alex had insisted on staying there and not getting a suite in Rita’s building. Sometimes Alex was afraid to touch anything in her own home. She smiled at John and quickly cleared off a spot on his sofa to sit down on.

“Nice place,” she told him; her smile was genuine. John knew that it was. He’d seen her artificial ones for the camera and he’d seen the forced ones for clients. He knew all her smiles.

“Glad you like it. Pardon the mess,” he said as he picked up the newspapers she’d pushed away. “Since I wasn’t expecting a beautiful woman to walk in anytime soon, it looks normal.”

She laughed and held up her hands. “My apartment would look like this if I didn’t have a service that came in and cleaned up after my lazy ass.”

“Want something to drink before I grab a shower and change?”

“Sure,” she answered. Alex stood up and made her way to the kitchen and leaned against the counter that separated the two rooms. She watched him walk, opening a cabinet, grabbing glasses, pouring them both sodas. Her eyes wondered over his form and when he caught her she blushed profusely.

John raised a brow and chuckled. He winked, handed her one of the two glasses of iced soda and headed to the restroom to take a cold shower. The look in Alex’s eyes had told him she’d been thinking exactly what he’d been thinking. They’d fit well together.

Alex shivered in delight as she took one last glance at the man walking away. When he was gone, she smiled softly to herself and casually walked around his apartment. Her fingers brushed against pictures of his family. She picked up one of his sister, Sheila, another employee of Rita’s. Eventually she made her way back to the sofa and finished clearing it and laid down.

That was how John found her, except she was curled into a ball and asleep. He chuckled and went back to his bedroom, pulled the blankets back and returned to pick her up. She barely opened her eyes as he carried her to his bed. He disentangled himself and moved down to the remove her shoes and socks. His fingers rested on her trim ankles and he desperately wanted to travel up the long legs and take a trip on a path of no return. John covered her up and left the room, shutting the light off on his way out.

It was late when Alex woke up. Her eyes focused on the pattern of the pillow under her head and she couldn’t remember buying it. She frowned and rolled over on her back, stretched and then sat up. “Where am I?” she muttered under her breath. She tossed the blankets back and threw her legs over the bed. “At least I’m still dressed.”

She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and pushed her long black hair off her shoulders, allowing it to fall down her back. She thought back and remembered being with John. Her hand reached out and she found a night stand by the bed where a lamp rested. She flicked it on and clenched her lids shut against the invading light. When she was ready she opened tekirdağ escort them and tried not to panic as she thought of the last time she’d fucked up and what it had cost her in the end.

She caught sight of a picture in a frame and walked over to it. “Thank God,” she said in a voice that was full of relief. Her fingers ran over the face of her friend John and the girl next to him, his sister Sheila. She placed the photo down and quietly tiptoed out of the room.

The light from the lamp illuminated the hall just enough that Alex was able to make her way safely to the bathroom, which she used and then left its light on to help her find her way further around John’s apartment.

She found her friend sleeping on the couch and smiled. Her eyes drank in his features and she found herself wanting to touch his hair and brush it from his forehead. She almost did, but pulled back and headed to the kitchen to check the illuminated digits on the microwave. The time read two and she chewed her lower lip, wondering what she could snack on until she felt tired again.

Alex opened the fridge and stared into it for several minutes until she felt a swat on her ass. She jumped and spun around.

“Thief,” John said with a wicked grin.

“A hungry one,” she answered. She poked his ribs and that was when she noticed he’d been sleeping without a shirt on. Earlier the blanket had been up to his neck and he’d been snuggled tight within its warmth. Now with the help of the refrigerator light she could make out not only his hard chest, but the hair that V-lined into his boxers.

Her eyes flew back to his when she saw her attention had been noticed, not only by his whispered “Alex” but also by the growth in his pants.

“Sorry,” she said with a blush. She was thankful for the dimness of the room, knowing it hid her warmed skin.

“Oh God, Alex,” John whispered and shut the refrigerator door with one hand. His other hand went to her hip and he pulled her closer. “Don’t be sorry.” His head dipped down and he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue.

A whimper escaped her lips and that was the invitation John needed to proceed further. His tongue swept inside her mouth. His other hand left the fridge and moved to the small of her back. He pressed her to him and Alex’s hand slipped around his neck.

Her tongue slid along side his while she angled her head, giving him deeper access. They danced together, a dance where each one led while the other explored the texture, taste, and heat of the other. When they parted, John took a steadying breath and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. “I’ve wanted that for so long,” he told her.

“I have too,” she whispered.

“I want more,” they both said at the same time. Their their lips collided again. His fingers moved from her sides to skate up her shirt. When the pads of his hard, callused digits he pressed against the swells of her breasts. Her breath caught and she pulled her lips away. He lifted the material from her torso and watched as the moonlight that spilled through the kitchen window danced across her raven curls and satin shoulders.

He dipped his head down and his teeth reached her bra strap. He kissed the skin that lay beside it as his hand moved up to slip the band down. He bit her flesh with teasing nips, followed by long hot strokes of his tongue. Alex’s fingers buried themselves in his hair as he walked her backwards to the counter.

“Alex, you taste wonderful,” he whispered in her ear, before licking the curve of it and pulling on the lobe. He lifted her up and settled her on the counter. Her hands fell to his shoulders and she leaned in to kiss his hot flesh. She ran her tongue along his collarbone and up his neck, where she suckled hard.

His trailed his hands over her shoulder blades, along the back of her neck and then down her spine. When he reached the snaps of her bra, they were quickly undone and his nails raked skin that begged to be touched.

“Mmm . . . “she purred. He grinned against her neck, allowing her to enjoy the brief back scratch he gave her.

She giggled and slipped her hands down his arms, pulled them from her and slipped her fingers to the straps of her bra. She lowered them and then took the soft silk in her hands. A smirk crossed her lips as she saw his jaw slacken in appreciation as she released her breasts for his view. The tips of her fingernails grazed her hardened nipples and she whimpered from the teasing caress. “John, please,” she begged him.

John knew what she wanted and he was more than willing to oblige her needs. His hands came up and he cupped the firm, yet soft globes. His thumbs flicked over the tips and as his lips descended on the right peak, the left was treated with a rolling action that two fingers forced it to accept.

“Oh yes, John,” Alex hissed as she felt his tongue scrap over her areola and then flick her nipple. Her breasts ached as he teased them, pulling with his fingers as well as his teeth. Her tokat escort pussy tightened as he released them both only to grab them again and push them together, forcing the hard buttons to meet. He taunted and tortured them both simultaneously, lavishing them with kisses, licks, suckles, and bites. When he released them, he ran his tongue between her cleavage and up to her neck, then her chin. He grabbed her head with his hands, before plundering her mouth with his tongue.

“Alex, I want all of you. God baby,” he muttered. His voice was thick with longing. His cock hurt and he felt it pressing against the counter as well as the elastic band of his boxers.

“I want you. John . . . I’ve never been with a man . . . just,” she whispered against his lips, stopping before she finished.

John’s heart swelled and if he thought it would help her he would have confessed how thrilled he was to know that. He knew about her lesbian friends and he knew her lovers, but he never really knew for certain if she’d been with a man. “Alex . . . It will be different. But if you don’t like it, we’ll stop . . . ” he told her.

Inside his mind was screaming. He wanted her more than any woman he’d ever wanted before. “Alex . . . I don’t care about the women. I want to be the man though . . . God baby, I want to be the only man, but we don’t have to discuss that now.”

“No, we don’t.” Her hands moved to his hips and she slipped from the counter. Her breasts rubbed his chest and she shivered over the sparse hair that tickled her skin.

He lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom and then his bed. Her lips pressed warm kisses along his skin. When they reached the room, he chose to leave the small light on.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve seen you here.” He gazed down on her figure and watched her chest rise and fall. Her raven hair spilled over his pillow just like it had a thousand times before in his imagination. Reality was so much better, he realized.

Her hands fell to her stomach and she slipped her fingers over her shorts, pulled at the zipper and released the button. She shimmed out of the material at the same time he removed his boxers. Her hands glided slowly up her thighs and she eased her panties off. A hearty growl escaped John and Alex felt another blush spread over her, this time even her pussy felt the fiery heat, though it only mingled with the sweltering temperature of her already moist sex.

“I want to taste every inch of you Alex, but I don’t know if I can wait,” he told her. His eyes feasted on her sex, her legs, her stomach, breasts, and her welcoming lips. Every fantasy he’d had since meeting Alex swam in his head and he felt his pre cum slide down his cock.

“Don’t wait, John,” she told him. Her hand gripped his wrist and she slid further over on the bed, pulling him with her.

John’s pulse raced as he crawled onto the bed. When she released him, he lowered himself to his one elbow before pressing a leg between hers. He took one of her arms and raised it over her head while his mouth moved to capture her lips again. His cock jerked against her thigh as he renewed the hunger and passion his mouth had grown thirsty.

Alex moaned against the assaulting kiss as her free hand slid into his hair. He bit her lower lip and suckled on it, before gnawing it gently. He’d hungered for that petal for so long he could barely bring himself to leave it, but he did. He released her hand and moved to lay over her. Swiftly she spread her legs and he pressed the head of his sex against her welcoming pussy.

“Please . . . oh please, John.”

He pushed the swollen tip between the folds of her cunt and felt the dark hole that beckoned him onward. He slid into her. His eyes closed as the tightness of her sex surrounded him. “Fuck,” he moaned.

She lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around him; he sank in further and groaned his pleasure. The base of his cock rubbed against her pussy and when the two of them began to move it was a sweet torture that only increased their need.

Alex hissed as her first real cock entered her. It was hot and the tip rolled into her unlike any toy she used or any strap on. The pleasure of having his cock inside her pussy was unreal. She squeezed it and felt it jerk deep within her. He groaned and she smirked, repeated the action and watched his face melt away in pleasure. Her hips ground against him and she felt the tip of his cock scrap the sides of her cunt as he continued to drag in and out of her.

“Harder,”she gasped. Her nails ran trails of pink heat down his back as she tore at him, begging him for more.

He pushed harder and pulled from her depths, only to plunge and impale her again with more thrust. He increased his speed and began fucking her faster. With alternating thrusts he’d slow and make her beg him to hurry once more.

Over and over he drove her closer to release, only to pull back and make her wait. He felt his balls tighten and knew he would shower her with seeds that she’d never taken before. He assumed there were no pills in her system and knew there was no condom that he could reach fast enough. John sank into her one last time, before pulling out and coming all over the blankets. As he shook from his release, he pushed two fingers into her sex and fucked her with no restraint.

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When Alan joined the Merchant Navy as an Engineer Officer it was a time of change (well, when isn’t it?) especially in the shipping world. The British Empire was in its death throes, but there were still many British families living in the newly independent nations and with strong ties to the Old Country, and visits back to relatives in Britain involved a lot of passages, which would always have been by sea in the many liners transporting people and cargo in varying degrees of luxury. However, the introduction of jet aircraft made the journey by air more acceptable and substantially quicker, with the inevitable reduction in passengers on the sea routes. Nonetheless, there were still adequate numbers to sustain the dying trade for a few more years, before cruising created a new market for big ships, and among those numbers were females of various ages and availability for officers with libidos that needed satisfying. Needless to say, Alan was one of them.

As a young man, tall, good looking and with an easy charm, he had no problem attracting members of the fairer sex. This natural attraction was augmented by the uniform he wore, especially in the warmer climes where the smart white shorts worn in the day showed off his handsome legs, or the crisp white mess jacket with its badges of rank looked good in the evening. This gear contrasted favourably with that of the younger male passengers who tended to slob around in casual clothes. He had soon learned that he was more likely to achieve sexual conquest with the older ladies (in this context old means above twenty), especially married women travelling without their husbands. For them, this was a perhaps rare opportunity to put themselves about, with virtually no risk of being found out, and with the near certainty that their lovers would say a final goodbye at the end of the trip. However, he did sometimes dally with the younger ladies, with mixed results.

Erica wasn’t a good idea. She was a tall, well developed girl who gave him to understand that she was approaching her twentieth birthday, and she certainly had an air of sophistication about her that supported that belief. Fortunately, he had not got past the stage of a gentle good night kiss before her aunt, with whom she was travelling, informed him quietly that she was only fifteen, after which he restricted his attention to her to chatting and a quick turn on the floor at the ship’s dances. She finally asked him if her aunt had given her away, and when he concurred said “Pity, we could have had some fun together”.

Joy was a different proposition. She was a small blonde (bottle?) with a big sense of her own worth. She had a quite spectacular figure, big breasts accented by her Wonderbra, and a cleavage she was not shy about exposing. Slim waisted and with a pert round bottom topping shapely legs, she was well aware of her attraction to men. She latched onto Alan very quickly, and he responded accordingly. He first met her while the ship was in port and he was on daywork duties, not doing watches. He was thus able to give her plenty of attention during the evening, and soon was having his wicked way with her. However, as soon as they put to sea he was back on watch-keeping hours and, as he was on the eight to twelve watch – eight o’clock to twelve o’clock, morning and evening – he was unable to see her during the evening.

The day after his first evening watch he went down to the passenger deck to meet her. There was no sign of her, but her cabin mate, Vanessa, came across to speak to him.

“Sorry Alan, but Joy wont be coming. She seems to have gone off you, she says if you’ve got to work in the evenings she can’t be bothered. Also, I saw her chatting to the Second Mate, who seems to be able to make himself available. Anyway, she sent her fat, ugly friend to give you the good news. And if you say I’m not fat and ugly, I’ll hit you.”

“Well, up to then I hadn’t noticed, which is a pity because I was going to invite you up to my cabin for a mad, passionate sex session, but now you’ve told me how hideous you are I’ll just suggest you come just for a cup of tea.”

“I suppose so, there’s not a lot to do around here. What time do you suggest?”

“About half past midnight, the light’s not so good then.”

At half past midnight she was waiting for him, and by one o’clock they were in his bunk performing the age old horizontal dance. She wasn’t really fat, just a few pounds on the plump side, which he found very pleasant as he caressed the gentle bulges. Neither was she ugly, the worst that could be said was that she was plain, but her smile made up for that, especially in the after orgasmic glow. She was an enthusiastic lover to put it mildly, and for the rest of the time she was on the ship they both tried to outdo each other in carnal ingenuity. As he told her, he was so glad Joy had deserted him, as, apart from being a stuck up bitch, she hadn’t been very good at sex. Added to Vanessa’s prowess in bed, he also found her very good company, and was really siirt escort sorry when they had to part.

***

Joyce was another young woman, at nineteen years old more girl than woman. Their meeting had been, to say the least, somewhat surprising.

Alan saw her in a small group of passengers sitting at a table with a drink in her hand. She saw him approaching and a distinct blush rose on her cheeks.

“I think we need to talk, don’t you?”

“Oh God, I’ve been dreading this” she replied, “but I suppose we should. I need to know what happened last night. Perhaps somewhere more discreet?”

“I thought you hadn’t got much idea. Could you face my cabin again, I’ll get the steward to bring us some tea – and I’ll leave the door open if that will make you happier.”

She agreed and he led her to his cabin, then went and asked the steward to bring them tea. When he returned they sat and idly chatted till tea and cakes was delivered by the steward, along with the cryptic (to her) message that “He’d be back in a bit with the evidence.”

“Now, let’s be clear. What do you want to know?”

“Everything. I can just remember bits, but I was so pissed that I don’t know what was just my fevered imagination, and I’m certain there are bits where I was oblivious and I’ve no idea what happened.”

“So you want all the sordid details – and some really were a bit yucky.”

“Oh God, I was afraid of that. No, tell every horrid little detail. I need to know the worst.”

“Right. Once upon a time…”

“Please don’t take the mickey…Lord, I don’t even know your name. In case you didn’t ask, I’m Joyce.”

“Sorry Joyce, from here on I promise to be dead serious. And I’m Alan, so now we’re on first name terms, and that’s only right seeing as we spent the night together. I’ll start again.”

Before he starts, a quick run down on officers’ accommodation. The ship on which Alan was sailing was built in the thirties, and was typical of many passenger/cargo liners of its time. The deck officers’ accommodation was situated forward, under the bridge, while the engineer officers’ was placed around the funnel and the engine casing, both being placed on the top deck. On this ship, all officers had single cabins, though there were ships where cabins were shared – not a popular idea. The only sanitary arrangements in the cabins was a wash hand basin, and you may guess that when someone needed a pee in the middle of a sleep period, (and the older a man gets the more that occurs) that basin got used as a urinal as well. It was sometimes used for that purpose by visiting ladies, but let’s not go there. There was a bathroom centrally placed, with a communal shower leading off from a row of toilet compartments and several basins, for hand or clothes washing. Needless to say there was no need of provision for female officers as everyone knows women can’t steer or fix engines (Bang goes a big chunk of my readership, where’s the delete key?). This will, hopefully, make the next bit clearer to any readers that are left. Back to Alan’s explanation of what had happened.

“Last night I was late coming off watch as I had a fuel pump failure just as I was due to hand over, which meant I had to start the spare generator and get it on line before I could leave the engine room. That meant the rest of the watch had finished their showers before I started, so I was on my own in the bathroom. When I walked out of the shower I found you standing just inside the door. When I say standing, perhaps the better word would be swaying. I hate saying this but you aren’t as attractive when your face is a sort of greenish colour, and when you took one look at me, and gave a technicolour yawn down the front of your dress, it didn’t get any better. As you showed every sign of going to repeat the performance, and as you also seemed in danger of falling over, I grabbed you, turned you round and pushed your head down over one of the basins. You then proceeded to bring up a quite amazing quantity of vomit, until at last you quietened down, and I splashed some cold water in your face to freshen it up a bit.”

“When you finally straightened up, you turned round, said “I’ve got to pee” and shot across the room into the nearest loo. You pulled your skirt up and sat down. As you hadn’t bothered to shut the door, I could see that you hadn’t lowered your knickers, so I shouted at you to wait, but far too late, and you were obviously in full flow. I stood and watched and, as you finished, you gave me a big silly grin and said “You’re naked”. I must admit that, in the heat of the moment this fact had escaped me, but I produced the witty riposte that I often showered naked as it saved getting my clothes wet. I grabbed my towel and wrapped it round me.”

“At this stage I had no idea how you had come to be very drunk in our bathroom, but, as you appeared to be in a certain amount of distress – that’s to say pissed and poorly – I stood you up and led you round to my cabin. sinop escort You leaned against the door, dripping pee and smelling of the vomit down the front of your dress, and I decided that you’d be better off out of your mucky clothes. I unzipped your dress and slipped it off you easily, then I wondered what to do about your soaking knickers. Any attempt to get a sensible, or even stupid, suggestion from you got nothing more helpful than a pathetic groan, so I just pulled them down and persuaded you to step out of them. What to do next? I decided to dress you in a pair of my briefs, which I hoped might stay up long enough for you to get back to your cabin.”

“When I was looking for the briefs I uncovered a bright red pair of very brief knickers, and I realised they had been hidden there as a souvenir by a lady who had favoured me with her presence in my bunk on the last trip. I guessed you wouldn’t complain, but before I dressed you I got my flannel and mopped you up a bit to make you somewhat more sanitary. Then I tried to get them on you, which was a struggle as you were busy falling over at the time. However, I managed after a bit, by which time you had passed out, so I picked you up and put you on my bunk.”

(What Alan hadn’t bothered to mention was that he had sniffed the crotch of the red knickers before putting them on her, and had enjoyed the faint remaining aroma of the copious vaginal juice of the their owner. She had given him several nights of delightful, if tiring, pleasure, and for a brief moment he reminisced over the memory of a pussy that had made beautiful music on his energetic penis.)

“It was pretty obvious that you weren’t going anywhere for a while, so I decided I’d leave you there for a few hours, hopefully to sober up a bit. In the meantime I put on a pair of shorts and lay down on the settee for a short sleep. I must have been more tired than I thought, and, as I’d not thought to set the alarm, I slept until Dennis, the steward, came into the cabin to wake me in time for breakfast before going on watch. He saw you laying asleep on my bunk, and gave a sniff as the smell of vomit reached him. He just raised his eyebrows and said “Good night?”. I gave him a quick run down on what had happened, and he started laughing, then offered to clean your dress. I pointed out that this would leave you to go back to your cabin just wearing bra and knickers, but he suggested that I should have a tee shirt long enough to cover your embarrassment, which seemed a sensible idea. I went through my tee shirts and chose the longest one, then I woke you up. I guess you will remember the rest, putting on the tee shirt and going back to your cabin.”

Just then there was a knock at the door, and Dennis came in, carrying her dress and knickers. She was suitably enthusiastic, and gave him a big kiss on each cheek, at which he thanked her and retreated.

“I bet that’s the most enthusiastic kiss he’s ever had from a girl. You do realise he’s as queer as a seven pound note?”

(Pause for a moment. At the time of these events homosexuality was illegal in Britain – only between men, apparently when the law was introduced it was in the reign of Queen Victoria, and she did not believe that homosexuality between women existed. As a result going to sea was a popular way of avoiding the law for homosexuals, and shipping companies were quite happy to have homosexual crew, particularly stewards who were good at the job and did not pose a threat to female passengers. Also, the use of the words such as ‘queer’ or ‘poofter’ to describe homosexuals was commonplace and to describe someone as gay was merely to denote that he was happy, not what was then widely considered as perverted.)

“I did wonder. Should I be jealous?”

“No, he’s not my type, but he’s a bloody good steward. Anyway, now you know what happened last night.”

“There’s one small detail I remember that you’ve missed out – the way you woke me up.”

“Do remind me.”

“You bent over and kissed me on the lips.”

“I’m sorry – I thought you were asleep.”

“I’m not – not sorry, I mean . But are you really saying that you didn’t…do anything else to me?”

“No, Joyce, apart from taking your knickers off and washing your private bits, and dressing you in some other woman’s undies, no, I didn’t do anything.”

“Why not – is my body so ugly that you didn’t fancy me?”

“For me, sex is a waste of time if both parties aren’t getting pleasure out of it, and a dead drunk girl isn’t on my list of desirable partners. Incidentally, you’ve not told me how you came to be in that state in our bathroom.”

“Several of us were invited to a party in Mickey’s cabin. God knows what was in the drinks, but I didn’t take long to get in the state you saw me. I desperately needed to pee, and when one of your colleagues suggested I use the wash basin I decide it was time to leave. I just staggered out and by luck I could still focus well enough to read the toilet şırnak escort sign, so in I went and you know more about the rest than I do.”

Alan made a mental note to have words with Mickey Walsh about how not to treat vulnerable young women. Then a thought occurred to him.

“You didn’t say whether you enjoyed the kiss, and would you like another before you go?”

She just nodded, so he slid his arms around her and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, and her lips were soft and yielding to his touch. He withdrew a little and smiled down at her, before repeating the treatment, a little more firmly this time, and he felt her lips parting at his touch. After a while he released her.

“I’m sorry, love, but I’ve got to go and eat before I go on watch. I’d love to carry on from here, but work has to come first. Just in case you are interested, I’ll be out on the deck behind our cabins at about twenty past midnight, assuming I don’t get another generator problem and no drunken young ladies delay me.”

“Yes, I’m very interested. Now one more kiss please, just a little one to remind me.”

He duly kissed her very gently, then she left, carrying the beautifully pressed and folded dress, inside which were the now sanitised knickers. He went for his dinner, then put on his boiler suit and went below for the next four hours. His relief arrived in good time, so he was showered and dressed in a loose shirt and shorts at the promised time, and, when he walked out onto the deck Joyce left the shadows of a lifeboat and he led her back to his cabin, surreptitiously dropping the catch on the lock behind him.

“Are you up to drinking alcohol again yet? I’ve got beer and red wine, or a G&T if you like?”

“I think I might force a small glass of red wine down without too many harmful effects. Just don’t give me whatever it was I had in Mickey’s cabin.”

He poured her a glass and a beer for himself, then chose one of his tapes and switched on his tape deck. He had a load of tapes with music he had copied from records at his home. Records don’t perform well on a moving ship, and this was the days before cassettes or CDs. Most of his music was classical, but he also had several lighter popular items. At the time there was no bigger name than Frank Sinatra, and he had chosen one of his best albums, Songs for Swinging Lovers, and she smiled as the first notes of You make me feel so young brought the inimitable singer’s voice into the cabin.

(Note for younger readers – at this time “swinging” referred to swing music, not what you were thinking.)

“How did you know he’s my favourite singer. He’s gorgeous?”

“Well, his voice is, not so sure about the rest of him, he’s got some pretty nasty friends.”

“Never mind, I’m not likely to be alone in a cabin with him.”

“No, well I’m not going to sing to you, but you do realise you’re at great risk, don’t you?”

“Risk of what, may I ask?”

“Well, at least at risk of being kissed.”

“I’m terrified.”

He slid one arm around her waist and drew her towards him. Her face was turned towards him and she had a broad smile as his lips descended gently on to hers. He was in no hurry, and he allowed the soft touch to continue, feeling the warmth of the soft cushions, slightly parted. It was the seminal moment of the courtship ritual which he was hoping would carry on to an intimate physical coupling between two willing bodies. She seemed to be in more of a hurry than he, and her face pushed up at him, their lips pressing together more firmly, hers parting a little. He cautiously probed a little with his tongue, and, although she seemed to retreat slightly for a moment, she quickly accepted his intrusion and allowed him to roam around the warm moisture of her of her mouth, giving him a nip of her teeth on his probing organ.

Soon her own tongue joined in the game, and they were exploring each other with enthusiasm. Lips, tongues and teeth were all playing a part in arousing them both, and he felt her body pulsing under the arm surrounding her. His spare hand was holding her head close to his, but now he began moving slowly downwards, neck, shoulders and down to her chest. However, before his hand reached the swell of her breast, she pushed it away. She was still kissing as fiercely as before, but she was clearly resisting his attempt to advance the activities. He moved away and instead caressed her side, over her hip and sliding around to squeeze her buttock. This she accepted, but when he moved back to her breast he was again rejected.

Alan was confused by her actions. She was obviously enjoying the kissing, and, to judge by her heavy breathing, she was definitely aroused, so why was she stopping his approach to her breast. He was coming to the conclusion that she was a cock teaser, and when she pushed his hand away a third time, he began to think his chances of getting anywhere with her were quite slim. He was used to girls who made clear that they had no wish to go to bed with him, but Joyce’s demeanour had made him sure that she wanted to go, if not all the way, but a lot further than this, by coming to his cabin at midnight. He was thinking that he would be better off catching up on his sleep, when he suddenly remembered advice from an experienced older Casanova:

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So I got caught. Big deal. It was my “first offence”, and I got a good lawyer. The bigger crime was that I only got two years. Rapists usually get much longer, but as I said, I got a good lawyer.

Anyway they want me to write about the experiment. My god I’m getting a boner just thinking about it.

It started when the doctor was giving me a check up. He asked if I wanted to participate in a little study they were working on. He said it might involve having sex under laboratory conditions. I was concerned that I get laughed at. He assured me nobody else would know, so I asked what they wanted me to do. I never turn down sex. He told me that his other job was with a drug testing company. They had developed a new anti-impotence drug and needed people to test it on. The prison would allow me to be a “lab rat” and it might even help my parole chances. The test would involve me taking the drug and then having intercourse as many times as I could manage so that they could determine if the dosage was correct. At this point he assured me that the sex would be with female prisoners, mostly call girls. I would have to perform first without the drug for comparison purposes. I nearly bit his hand off I excepted so quick. As I said, I don’t turn down sex.

The first test was the very next day. I was taken to a different building and led to a room with three beds in. On one bed was my partner for the test, a petite Asian angel who introduced herself as Mai Li. The doctors left us to it, only saying that we were to have much intercourse as we could, time didn’t matter. Mai Li stood up and took off her prison boiler suit as I did the same. Her body was quite muscular and her pubes were hairless, just the way I like them. Just so you know, I always shave mine off. I love the feeling of naked balls in my undies. The only thing I didn’t like was the obvious fake boobs. Still, I had a hard on before my undies hit the floor. She looked at my dick and smiled.

We started with a bit of oral. I lay on the bed while she sort of knelt over me. I used my tongue on her pussy while she sucked and licked my boner. The sweet taste of pussy and the expert blow job made me glad to be alive. My beard must have tickled a bit because she kept moving her hips to make it touch her clit. Not that I minded, it was easier than licking her. My first orgasm blasted a load over her face and hair. She didn’t seem to mind.

She soon had me hard again and turned around so that her pussy was ready to take me in. Before lowering herself she rubbed her pussy. When she started to come she dropped onto my dick and let herself go. That was the first time anybody did that to me. Her cunt muscles felt like they were milking me. Fantastic. If I had not just come myself I probably would have done so immediately. Awesome.

My turn. When she had calmed down, I rolled us over and began to fuck her hard. I love watching my rod slide in and out of a pussy. Specially a shaved one. I pushed her legs as far apart as I could and rammed home so hard my balls smacked against her ass. She began rubbing her clit again and soon began shaking with another orgasm. rize escort She was one sexed up bitch. Her face and black hair was still coated with my jism. Time for another coat. I pulled out of her hot pussy and crawled up her body till I could fuck her tits. They were big enough to cover my cock totally and she held them together for me as I rammed in and out of the valley between. It felt great. I was soon ready to blow. I pulled clear and wanked my dick as it erupted. The first spurt landed on her closed eyes the next one on her mouth and the third on her tits. The rest just leaked down my hand and balls onto her belly.

That was about all for that test. She could get me hard again for a while with her hands and mouth but no more sperm came out. I was satisfied. It was the first time I had even seen a woman in ten months. To get to have sex with one whilst still banged up, was well beyond my dreams.

After a weeks rest I was again taken to the three bedded room. This time several doctors waited for me. They checked my vital signs and weighed me, then gave me an injection. I felt a little fuzzy for a few minutes. It went away leaving me with a raging hard on. The doctors seemed pleased with this and after checking my heart rate again they filed out.

Not long later three girls filed in. The first one was the same girl I had fucked the week before. The other two were a tall ginger haired beauty and short, fat, ugly, blonde. I was ready to go so I helped the Asian out of her kit and threw her on the bed.

My dick was soon inside her, it felt great to be in her pussy again and I didn’t last long, firing my first blast into her depths after only about a minute. It surprised me how much spurted out and that I was still hard. Not wanting to be ungrateful, I kept plugging her come filled snatch till we came. She started first, that milking action pushing me over the edge too. Our combined thrashings separated our genitals. We both watched as the spurts of semen I fired flew well over head and hit the wall above the bed. It was not just the distance, but the amount that spewed out that surprised us. It seemed to be half a pint at least. When it had stopped she looked at my still hard dick and invited me to fuck again.

I declined. I wanted some ginger minge. The other women had been watching and seemed as surprised as me that I was still hard. The ginger one, Ruth, was quite willing to sample my seemingly invincible cock. She grabbed it and used it like a handle to pull me onto a fresh bed. She started by cleaning all the mess off of the shaft, then the balls. Her mouth was like a silk glove. A hot silk glove, mind. She took my whole hard length in her gob, deep throating like a pro. Turns out she was a pro, they were all convicted prossies, like I said. Even though I had just come twice it didn’t take much of her sucking to get me off. Yet again I sprayed loads of jism, mostly down her neck. Some of it made her choke, so she let the rest spray on her tits. As soon as I realised I was still stiff, I pushed her over and tore open her clothing. Her pubes were the same colour sakarya escort as her hair and had never been trimmed. Now, like I said, I like a shaven mound, but this ginger haven looked good enough to fuck. So I did. I ploughed her cunt like it had never been ploughed before. Her cunt was just as smooth as her mouth, and it was soon just as wet. The sensation of her hairy snatch on my legs was amazing. I kept ramming into her till I came again, filling her with sticky come. She seemed to come at the same time but thinking back, she was a pro. And I didn’t care.

When I turned round Mai Li had gone, the blonde had got naked though. Ugh, I hate fat chicks. They just don’t turn me on. Unfortunately the test was for me to fuck whoever they decided. So, as I never turn down sex, I walked over to her bed. To my surprise my dick was still stuck out like a truncheon. It felt a bit tender having never been used this many times in such a short time. It looked quite red around the glans, the shaft felt bruised and my balls ached. Still, it wanted more and the blonde was ready, so. This time I let her do all the work. I lay on my back, head on a pillow and watched as she did the business. She gave me a good coating of saliva, to ease the friction and then climbed on the bed. Her pubes were well trimmed and I could see long pussy lips hanging down from her crotch. Something twinkled and I realised she had a pierced clit hood. Cool, never fucked one of those before. Her fat naked body repelled me, but her hot wet cunt felt good. The way her body wobbled as she rode my cock was funny to watch. Her huge tits bounced at a different rate to her belly, which was at a different rate to her arms or chins. Her pussy was really wet now, I could feel a wet patch on the bed sheet from her juices. I noticed she was sweating and panting as she fucked me. One of her hands was holding the bed, supporting her weight, the other was frigging her clit, pulling on the ring that hung there. She came quite quickly making her body quiver like a jelly. Inside though her cunt nearly ripped my dick off. It was like she had a vice down there. I was not prepared for the pain in my cock, but it had an unexpected effect. I blew my wad. A massive stream of semen blasted up into her. She got off of me like lightning and grabbed my cock, jerking it off. We watched the jet of sperm nearly hit the ceiling, both surprised by the amount and the distance.

After she had licked me clean the blonde left the room and two more girls walked in. They were twins. I nearly came right then, just looking at them. They were oriental, slim, dark haired beautiful twins. Wow. Now, I’m not a religious man, but I thanked the maker that I met those girls. Not only were they visions of loveliness, but they sure knew how to fuck.

I never did find out there names, and the only difference I could tell, was one had no pubes, the other girls were heart shaped. They walked over to a bed and slipped out of their clothing. It was then I noticed their differing pubes. Before I got to them, they were kissing and fondling each other. They seemed to be enjoying samsun escort themselves, so I waited, watching. Hair was suckling on NoHairs nipples, squeezing one while sucking and licking the other. NoHair was using both hands between the legs of Hair, one was pinching and twisting the clit, the other had two fingers inside her sisters pussy.

I heard the door open and a voice near to me told me they wanted a semen sample and would I jack off into this container. OK I thought, I had come more than ever already and my cock was still hard. One more ejaculation couldn’t hurt. So while the twins played on the bed I watched and masturbated.

It didn’t take long for the girls to change positions, adopting the classic sixty nine pose. Hair was on top facing away from me, her snatch clearly visible. NoHair was giving it a serious dose of tongue. These girls had obviously done this many times, each knew how to make the other jump, or moan. The amount of juice running down from the visible cunt, down her legs and over her sisters face made me drool. As I watched NoHair stuck three fingers into her sisters pussy and sucked the clit into her mouth. Hair groaned with pleasure as her sister finger fucked her. A fourth finger disappeared into the wet hole, quickly followed by the rest of the hand.

The pain in my shaft was greater than before and I almost considered calling for a doctor, but thought they would only stop the experiment and I was enjoying it.

It was the first time I had seen a fisting. I blew my load all over the floor, the doctor, the container and even the top of NoHairs head. The doctor looked a little surprised at the amount of liquid I fired at him, but thanked me and left. Without pause I stepped up, removed the hand and stuck my cock into the raised pussy of Hair. Her sisters hand grabbed my balls and started tugging at them, her mouth soon joined in. I seemed to be so aroused that I could ejaculate twice in as many minutes. I wanted to see how little time between orgasms I could manage. It seemed like about two minutes since I had sprayed the doctor, now I was spraying inside Hairy sister. The hairless girl had extricated herself from under her sister and I grabbed her, threw her face down on the bed and rammed into her doggy style. As she moaned her sister started massaging her buttocks. This gave me an idea. I pushed a finger in her anus. She screamed and her pussy gripped me tight. I blasted another load of jism, so much it ran out of her onto the bed. I think it was less than a minute since I had filled her sisters cunt. Must be some kind of record, two girls filled by one man in less than two minutes.

As I pulled out of the sweet pussy of NoHair her sister started to suck on my dick while squeezing my scrotum. My ejaculation was almost instant, filling her mouth and making me cringe as the pain in my dick got worse. I felt a bit fuzzy headed. The girls were looking at my crotch with fear on their faces, as soon as I looked down I saw why. Although the feeling of orgasm had gone away I was still leaking jism. It seemed to be red.

I passed out. When I woke up I was in this hospital bed. I can’t feel anything below my waist, apparently they have it sedated. They asked me to write this before they tell me any more.

The End.

Doctors Note: the subject died two days later from blood loss and dehydration. We were unable to reverse the effects of the drug.

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