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The Jiggle Hut

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Two middle age men walk down a rain-soaked street on a dark night, and a small neon sign directs them down an alleyway. JIGGLE HUT, it reads. A bright red door at the end of the alleyway is well worn and has a big ‘JH’ painted on it in yellow. Marcus, the taller of the two, pushes it open and they walk in.

Dark stale air glows with dim purple light, and bass heavy music throbs. A fat man on a stool that’s way too small for him looks them over.

“Cover’s ten,” he says gruffly.

“Ten each?” Marcus asks. The man looks at him like he asked how to get to the moon.

Marcus and his friend Bilbo, short for Bill Bowdin, each hand the man a ten dollar bill.

“First drink’s free,” the fat man says, cigar smoke chasing the words out of his mouth.

They each get a beer at the bar from a big-titted older woman wearing only a G-string, and they sit at a small round table against a wall, back in the shadows, away from the stage. A naked girl comes to the table, asking if they want a ‘private dance,’ and they decline. The music fades out.

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!” the invisible announcer says in a loud voice over the speakers. “ARE YOU READY FOR THE NEXT JIGGLE HUT GIRL? GIVE HER A WARM WELCOME — IT’S LUCY LOVE!”

A heavy metal song from the eighties kicks off with a drum thwack, two fog machines on either side of the stage belch out a cloud, and as it dissipates a shapely young girl comes into view. Marcus coughs and almost chokes on his sip of beer.

“Holy fuck!” he says quietly. “Bilbo man, that’s my next door neighbor!”

The two of them sit transfixed in the dark and watch as Lucy Love, known to Marcus as Ashley Winklehoff, gyrates to the throbbing music.

Ashley’s family had moved into Marcus’ neighborhood five years ago, when she was fourteen. Even at that point she was a looker, and often sunbathed on the deck of their above ground pool with her teenybopper friends. Marcus had a bad habit of watching them with binoculars through a barely open curtain. If they were laying just right he could catch glimpses down inside their bikini tops, and saw bare tits now and then when they were on their stomachs and re-adjusted themselves with their tops undone. Comparing their asses when they got out of the pool with wet bikini bottoms was another fascinating study that kept him busy for long stretches of time. The thing that broke him of his bad habit was Ashley’s mother Tammy, a gorgeous strawberry blonde in her late thirties. When she and a friend started sunbathing, Marcus decided it was safer to watch them rather than risk getting in trouble watching underage girls. Tammy and her friend were smokin’ hot, and the sight of them in bikinis was plenty of fantasy material for lonely old Marcus.

Marcus was good looking but painfully shy, and didn’t really date. The concept of ‘good sex’ was just a fantasy to him. He’d had sex, sure, but it was always very plain vanilla and over quickly. He watched porn and knew what to do, but the shy, mousy women he had been with always withdrew right when he wanted things to get interesting, so a quick missionary screw was about all he had experienced in his forty-five years. Porn on the computer, the occasional strip club, and binoculars on bikinis was the extent of his excitement. The main hobby he spent money on was going to concerts, which is what brought him to this rain-soaked city two-and-a-half hours from home with his friend Bilbo. They had been to a great concert in a small theater just around the corner from the Jiggle Hut, and decided to have a drink there before they drove home.

On the stage, Ashley is down to a G-string and a small black leather bra, and during a thunderous drum solo the bra comes off.

“Fuck!” Marcus says.

Her tits are stunning—quite big, and as perky as perky can be, with big nipples so hard you could hang a coat hanger on them. She pulls a tit up toward her face, licks a hard nipple with a long tongue, and the small crowd whoops. The G-string comes off, she gets down on her hands and knees, arches her back deep, and one of Marcus’ dreams becomes reality.

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT!!” the disembodied voice says over the still throbbing music as Ashley gets up and twirls around the pole. “YOU REGULARS KNOW WHAT’S COMING NEXT. A SPECIAL TREAT WE ONLY SEE ONCE IN A WHILE — LUCY LOVE’S MOMMA’S IN THE HOUSE!! THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS, IT’S MOTHER AND DAUGHTER NIGHT AT THE JIGGLE HUT!!”

Another cloud of stage fog dissipates as a crashing heavy metal tune starts, and Tammy Winklehoff appears through the mist.

“I think I’m gonna have a fuckin’ stroke!” Marcus says.

“Is that really…?” Bilbo asks.

“Yup,” Marcus says. He takes a big gulp of beer to try and cool the rising fever in his brain.

Tammy’s wearing leather hot pants and a leather vest. She’s carrying a riding crop and handcuffs, and she circles Ashley.

“UH OH!! I THINK SHE’S MAD AT HER DAUGHTER FOR DANCING NAKED IN FRONT OF ALL YOU GUYS!! WHAT DO YOU THINK, SHOULD SHE PUNISH HER?” the loud voice says.

The crowd whoops again.

Tammy fake slaps her naked daughter’s face and Ashley crumbles down onto the stage. Tammy takes both her hands and drags her to the pole, where she handcuffs her. Ashley bursa escort writhes around on her back, unable to escape. She pulls her legs up against her chest, exposing her pink pussy, and Tammy whips her ass with the riding crop, hard enough to leave red marks. The small crowd goes wild. Two men are up out of their chairs holding their beers in the air and one of them yells, “Whip that slut!”

Ashley writhes back and forth on the floor, straining at her handcuffs around the pole, and she lowers her legs. Her mother takes the butt end of the riding crop and slides it between Ashley’s thighs, simulating penetration. The audience is looking on from the side of her, and it looks for all the world like she’s being fucked by the long black stick. Ashley fakes an orgasm, her mother withdraws the stick and licks it off with a long tongue just like her daughters, and the crowd goes wild.

Another heavy metal song starts with a searing guitar solo, and Tammy starts to strip.

“NO! MOMMA! DON’T DO IT!” Ashley yells, sitting up now, but still handcuffed to the pole.

“DO IT! TAKE IT OFF!” a man in the audience yells.

The leather hot pants come off leaving a G-string, and then, during another searing guitar solo, the vest is tossed aside. Tammy’s tits are magnificent — natural and soft, but firm and more youthful than her years, with a perfect ski jump shape. She pulls them up and licks each of them with her long tongue as she moves cat-like around the stage. She bends over, ass toward the audience, and slides the little G-string down her slim legs. When it’s down around her knees a hand appears through her thighs and her slender fingers slide between her pink pussy lips.

“NO MOMMA NO!!” Ashley yells again.

Tammy simulates an orgasm, her fingered pussy thrusting toward the audience, her back arched, her head thrown back. Her mouth opens and she screams.

The fog machines belch great quantities of smoke, mostly obscuring Tammy and Ashley, and the two of them walk through the fog to the front of the stage hand-in-hand with big smiles and take a bow.

“OH BABY!! IT DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER THAN THAT JIGGLE HUT!! LET’S HEAR IT FOR MOMMA LOVE AND LUCY LOVE!!”

They get a standing ovation and some whistles from the small gathering of men. “MOMMA LOOOOOVE!!” one of the rowdy ones yells. Bilbo looks at Marcus, who looks stunned.

“You all right man?” Bilbo laughs.

“No, I’ll never be all right again,” Marcus laughs. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this in my head? Tammy’s husband travels a lot—do you think he knows about this? He can’t know about this. He’s the conservative type—I can’t believe he knows about this.” Marcus shakes his head in disbelief.

“He doesn’t know about this,” Tammy says from behind, startling them.

“Tammy!” Marcus says, staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Hi Marcus,” she says softly, standing naked in the dim purple light. “Mind if I sit down?”

She drags a chair over from an empty table and sits down next to Marcus and crosses her legs. A faint scent of perspiration wafts off of her, mixed with a subtle fruity perfume.

“I’m glad it’s you,” she says.

“Me?” Marcus asks quizzically.

“It was kind of inevitable I’d get caught sooner or later I guess. I’m glad it was you and not some idiot guy. What are you guys doin’ here anyway?”

“This is my friend Bilbo. We were at a concert at the theater around the corner.”

“Hi Bilbo,” Tammy says, extending her hand to him with a smile.

“M’Lady,” he says, and he kisses her hand.

“God Bill, way to be a nerd!” Marcus says, laughing.

“A cute nerd,” Tammy says with a huge smile.

“So, I gotta say Tammy…what the fuck!” Marcus says, looking bewildered. “Do you, like, do this? I mean…how long?”

“I know, it’s crazy right? It’s kind of addicting. It started with amateur nights, always two or three hours away from home. You know Bob travels a lot, and I hate to say it but he doesn’t pay much attention to me anymore. A long marriage can do that to a couple. It’s a lousy excuse though, I know I shouldn’t be doing this. Are you gonna tell him?”

Tammy looks at Marcus with defeat written all over the face that was smiling so beautifully just moments ago.

“I don’t know how I can face him, but I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” Marcus says. “I like the guy, but you’re the one I’ve really gotten to know over the years. I like to think we’re friends Tammy, so, I’ll keep your secret.”

“You’re a sweet man Marcus,” Tammy says, and she leans over and hugs him. The skin of her back is warm under his hands, and the fruity perfume hits him like a drug.

Marcus notices Ashley working the crowd, completely nude. She and a smiling man have just emerged from a ‘private dance’ booth.

“I didn’t want her to do this you know,” Tammy says. “She blackmailed me—found out I was doing it and threatened to tell Bob. I figured if she was gonna do it I wanted to be with her, to keep an eye on her. There’s no sex or anything—guys aren’t allowed to touch. I’ve gotten to know the owner here over the years, and he let us work up a little act. I know it’s insane. Sometimes I feel like the çanakkale escort worst mother in the world.”

“No, I don’t think so. It makes a strange kind of sense I guess,” Marcus says, and Tammy leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

“I’ve gotta go. I won’t forget you for this Marcus,” she says with a sweet smile.

Tammy gets up and bends down and kisses Bilbo on the cheek, her lovely tits swaying under her. Bilbo blushes.

“You boys drive careful tonight. I want you in one piece.”

Tammy winks at Marcus and walks away. The sight of her naked ass burns into Marcus’s brain.

“What the fuck dude,” Bilbo says. “Pretty intense huh?”

Marcus blows a lung full of air through puffed out lips, and sits with a slightly stunned look on his face.

“Let’s get out of here man, we’ve got a long drive,” he says. They get up to leave and a small feminine voice stops him.

“Hi Marcus,” Ashley says, rushing over before they reach the door.

“Ashley!” Marcus says.

“Mom told me you’re cool. I always knew you were. I can’t wait to see you back home. We’ll talk this over, okay?”

“Yeah… okay,” Marcus says, slightly stunned again as Ashley gets up on her tip-toes and kisses him on the cheek.

“See ya!” she says with a smile, and she moves away at a fast clip, her naked wiggling ass leaving the two men slack jawed and motionless.

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The luxury car carrying them seems to float down the highway through the darkness, and drizzly rain is swept aside every few seconds by the wipers. Bluegrass music wafts out of the high-end sound system, caressing the two men’s ears.

“So, Tammy want’s you in one piece, and Ashley can’t wait to see you back home,” Bilbo says from behind the wheel. “Things are looking up for old Marcus.”

“I think you’re dreamin’ man,” Marcus says.

“We’ll see,” Bilbo says, fingering the turn signal as he pulls out to pass a tractor-trailer.

Marcus closes his eyes and so many images of his naked neighbors flash through his mind he can’t focus on any of them. Then he remembers Tammy’s perfume and the feel of his hands on the warm flesh of her back, and an erection grows down the leg of his pants. He tries to concentrate on the music and the slap of the windshield wipers, but it’s hopeless.

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Late the next morning Marcus answers a knock at the kitchen door inside his garage. Only friends and neighbors use that one.

“Hi neighbor, can I borrow a cup of sugar?” Tammy says, with a wry smile.

“Sure, I guess, let me look,” Marcus says.

“No silly! That’s just what they say in the old movies,” Tammy says, giggling as she walks into his kitchen. “I’m not here to borrow, I’m here to give. I owe you big time mister.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” Marcus says. “Friends take care of each other, that’s all.”

“Yeah, but you went above and beyond the call of duty. Now it’s my turn,” she says.

Tammy squats in front of Marcus and flips open his belt buckle and quickly opens his jeans.

“Tammy I don’t think…”

Suddenly his cock is in Tammy’s mouth. It was mostly soft and rapidly hardens. It’s a first for Marcus, any kind of oral sex, and it feels even better than he’d imagined.

“You’ve got a nice cock Marcus,” Tammy says, looking at it glistening with saliva in her small hand. “Nicer than Bob’s.”

Marcus doesn’t last long. Too many firsts conspire in his brain and he’s a goner in no time. He tries to pull away but Tammy’s hands are on his ass and she holds her head tight against him as his cock spasms in her mouth. His knees go weak and Tammy slowly withdraws, showing him the sticky white liquid on her tongue before she swallows it.

“You taste good Marcus,” she says with the sexiest smile he’s ever seen. “I’m sorry I can’t let you fuck me, but I’m married and I’ve got to draw the line at that. We’ll be doing this a lot more though. Is that okay?”

“Is that okay?” Marcus laughs. “Jesus Tammy, if this was the one and only time I’d die a happy man.”

“You’re sweet. I do love giving head though, and Bob doesn’t seem to be into it much anymore, it’s like goin’ through the motions with him. So you’re the lucky guy I get to play with. Fun, huh?” Tammy says with a huge smile.

“That’s an understatement,” Marcus says.

Tammy sits down on a stool at the kitchen counter and Marcus pours two cups of coffee.

“So how often do you dance?” he asks.

“Oh, maybe once a month or so, no set schedule. It depends on when Bob’s traveling and how sexually frustrated I get. A lot of it’s been amateur night stuff. I’ve actually won quite a bit of money.”

“I can believe that. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a sexier woman on a stripper stage, and I’m not just saying that to be nice.”

“Oh, thanks Marcus! If I could reach you I’d give you a big kiss right now,” she says, and she purses her lips and kisses the air in his direction. “So what did you guys think of Ash…she does pretty good too, right?”

“Oh yeah… but… I mean… it’s a little awkward to talk about with you,” Marcus says.

“Yeah, I guess it’s weird huh? I get the feeling guys think she looks good though.”

“Oh çankırı escort man, are you kidding? She’s hot! Is it okay for me to say that?”

Tammy laughs. “You’re too nice for your own good, you know that Marcus? With a little more edge to your personality women would be falling all over you. In fact I can’t believe you’re single. My friends and Ash and her friends all think you’re hot.”

“Get outta here! You’re just saying that so I don’t rat on you to Bob,” Marcus laughs.

“It’s the God’s honest truth. Look in the mirror honey,” she says, looking very serious. “I know for a fact Ash has been spying on you ever since we moved here. I caught her with binoculars one night, and after she left the room I looked and could see you in your underwear watching TV. I looked longer than I should have,” she giggles.

“No shit?” Marcus says, wondering if he should tell her about his binocular use.

“She’ll probably be over here one of these days. She wants to thank you for not ratting on us too. I told her she didn’t need to, but she’s got a mind of her own and she’s always had the hots for you. She’s an adult, and I like you, so it’s cool,” Tammy says.

“Wow!” Marcus says quietly, wondering what’s happened to his boring old life. “You know, I should confess I guess… I’ve got binoculars too. You and your friend, up on the pool deck in the summertime…”

“Marcus!” she says as a beautiful smile lights up her face. She sits and smiles at him for a moment. “That deserves another blow-job. You’ll last longer this time.”

Tammy takes Marcus’s hand, leads him to a comfortable chair in the living room, slips off his pants, and fries his brain like a farm fresh egg.

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Late in the afternoon Marcus sits in the cool autumn air on his front porch. He looks up from his iPad as Ashley’s small car careens around the corner and rolls into her parking space in the driveway next door. She’s home from another day at the community college. She runs across his lawn and his mind flashes back to the fourteen-year-old girl she used to be until she gets close and her womanliness startles him.

“Hi Marcus!” she says as she stops running. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“How ya doin’ Ash?” Marcus asks.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” She turns and runs to her house.

Marcus has no idea what’s going to happen, but something tells him he should be ready for anything, so he takes a quick shower and straightens up his bedroom a little. There’s a knock at the kitchen door.

“Hi Ash. What’s up? You know your mom and I straightened everything out. It’s all cool, there’s nothing to worry about,” Marcus says as the shapely young thing walks into his kitchen.

“Yeah, I know Marcus. You’re a prince. I always knew you were,” she says, and she gets on her tip-toes and kisses him on the cheek.

Her hair is damp from a shower and she’s wearing tight boy-shorts and a belly shirt that shows off her midriff. No bra, and her feet are bare.

“You got a beer or somethin’?” she asks. Marcus cracks open two cold ones and she walks to the living room. “I’ve never seen the rest of your house. Wanna give me a tour?”

Marcus shows her around, and when they get to the guest room on the second floor she walks to the window, opens the curtain just enough to peak through and puts her eye up to it.

“Nice view. Our pool looks good from here,” she says, turning to Marcus with a sly grin. “I’ve found a tripod really helps with the binoculars, although when there was five or six of us maybe it was better to be more flexible.”

“You knew?” Marcus asks with a surprised look as she walks over to him.

“Yup. We all wanted to get more naked for you, but we were all to chicken. Guess I’ve changed. I love being naked now. How ’bout you?” she asks, looking up at Marcus with big seductive eyes.

“I have a feeling I’m gonna learn to love it,” he says, and he lowers his head and kisses her.

The long tongue Marcus and Bilbo saw Ashley use to lick her own tit snakes into his mouth, and her hand gently caresses the growing bulge in his pants.

Ashley opens Marcus’s shirt, and runs her hands over his chest. She unfastens his jeans and pulls them and his underwear down in one pull, and he kicks them off.

“Oh, it’s much nicer in person,” she says, holding his already hard cock in her hand. “You’re not the only one with binoculars you know.”

Ashley lets the hard cock slip into her mouth, and Marcus can’t believe he’s been inside the mouths of two Winklehoff women in one day.

“See how fun it is being naked?” Ashley says.

Marcus sits on the guest room bed, on a dusty smelling bedspread his mother gave him. The bed hasn’t been used in years and the springs squeak as Ashley’s blow-job rocks him gently fore and aft. He reaches for her loose shirt and pulls it over her head, and her nearly dry hair cascades down onto her naked shoulders. He reaches down past her bobbing head and gets two handfuls of tit. Glorious, big, firm tits, and the big hard nipples he saw on stage last night fall naturally between his thumbs and forefingers and he plays with them. Ashley moans onto his cock and he’s in heaven. He can’t help comparing mother and daughter—visions of Momma Love while Lucy Love sucks him, and then he watches Lucy Love while remembering the heat of Momma Love’s mouth. He really should get out and buy a lottery ticket—there’s never been a luckier day in the history of the world. His world anyway.

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Copyright (c) 2020 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental. All characters mentioned herein that participate in sexual activities are adults (18 years of age or older).

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Bill found Sally in the kitchen. As soon as he walked in, she started complaining about something and he snapped. Now to Bill’s credit, he had always deferred to his wife. If she wanted to buy something, he’d find a way. If he wanted to have sex and she didn’t, they wouldn’t. Sally considered herself to be very ladylike and Bill to be a nice boy. The concept of dominance and submission did not enter into their thoughts, but Sally was definitely the dominant and he was the submissive. Until tonight.

Fortified by the double shots of Jack Daniel’s he’d had with his buddies before he came home, he did something he had never done before. “Shut it Sally,” he growled. “I’m horny and you are going to service me the way I want, not the way you want. Now!”

With that, he reached down, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and stomped off to the bedroom. She was ineffectually hitting him with her fists on his back the whole way, but that did no good.

When they got to the bedroom, he put her down on her feet right next to the bed. He grabbed her blouse and pulled it off over her head. Her eyes went big as he unsnapped her bra and pulled down her yoga pants. All the while she was screaming, “What are you doing?”

He didn’t say anything, he just grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a long kiss and thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth as his right hand mauled her left tit. When he broke the kiss and pulled back, he said, “I’m being a man. Something I should have been a long time ago. Now it’s time for you to be a woman and suck my dick.”

While saying that, he had undone his belt and unzipped his pants and slid the pants and his underwear to the floor and stepped out of them.

He put his hands on her shoulders and lightly pressed down. In shock, she went down to her knees at eye level with his cock.

“Now put your lips on my cock. You are finally going to do a proper job of sucking me until I cum in your mouth. Slide my cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around me. You are going to take your hand and stroke my cock while you suck on it.”

He reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling it up and putting it on his cock. He squeezed hard on her fingers so she knew he didn’t want the gentle touch she usually used on his penis. He roughly pulled her hand back and forth until she began to mimic the motions on her own. As she was doing this she was conflicted. Bill had never done this before. He always backed down when she objected and now he wasn’t submissive at all. He was making her submit. She wasn’t quite sure how she should react. She didn’t like it, but then a part of her whispered, ‘You have erzincan escort always wanted him to be a man and now he is. Let him take charge. You have always wanted this’. At the moment though, all she knew was that her pussy was tingling and she could feel how wet she was becoming.

Bill put his hand on the back of her head and gently pulled it to him. She opened her lips and he pushed his cock inside. She swirled the end of his cock with her tongue. He started to move it in-and-out each time moving deeper and deeper into her mouth until eventually he got to the back and banged into her throat and she started to gag. He quickly pulled back a little bit and then slowly moved forward again he started this in-and-out and she realized, ‘He’s fucking my face. Oh my God this is just like those dirty novels I read.’

With that realization, her other hand slid down and she touched herself and was amazed at how wet she was. She had actually soaked through her panties, which almost never happened. While she was making that realization, he had moved forward and actually slid the tip of his cock into her throat and she didn’t notice at first and she didn’t gag.

While she was focusing on the feelings her hand was pulling from her pussy, Bill was gaining a little traction each time until he was actually sliding his cock all the way into her throat and she was burying her nose in his pubic hairs. Since there was no room for her hand anymore, she dropped it to her breast and began stroking it and pulling on the nipple.

Frantically touching herself at this point, she didn’t know what was going on when he stopped. She felt his cock swell and then suddenly he came in her mouth.

“Swallow it,” he said hoarsely. Surprised, she did what he asked. The feeling of her swallowing on his cock made him spurt a couple of extra times. As he finished, Sally thought, ‘I should go rinse my mouth out.’

But Bill never gave her the chance. He pulled his cock out of her mouth then picked her back up to her feet. He kissed her deeply, tasting his cum in her mouth. Moaning, they explored each other’s mouths.

‘This is so dirty,’ she thought. ‘I put his peepee in my mouth and he spurted that junk and I swallowed it and I didn’t get sick and throw up and it kind of tasted good and he kissed me and stuck his tongue in and could taste my shame that I took his sperm in my mouth and he wasn’t mad at me and I stuck my tongue in his mouth and he moaned and it felt so good when he pulled on my nipple.’

She didn’t know what this wild man was going to do next and that feeling excited her to no end.

When he broke the kiss, he just pushed her back against the bed and she sat down. Sliding his face between her thighs he began licking her sex through her panties. She cried out, “No. No. That’s dirty. Don’t do that.”

Bill just mumbled, “Shut up. Your body is mine and I’m going to do what I want, not what you want for once. “

As he licked her, he could taste the sweet nectar from her pussy that had soaked her panties and that drove him more furiously to erzurum escort licking her. She fell back onto the bed and put her feet on his shoulders. Her hands reached automatically for her breasts and she began pulling on her nipples. ‘He can’t do this,’ she thought. ‘It’s so dirty. But it feels so good. He always stops when I tell him no. But I can’t tell him no. It feels too good. But he has always been a good boy. But now he wants to be the man I’ve needed.’

Distracted by the internal debate, her orgasm took her suddenly and she screamed. But it was a pure Primal Scream and she grabbed the back of his head and pressed it into her pussy. Something in the back of her head said, ‘That’s not ladylike.’ But it was drowned by the chorus of voices urging him on.

Hearing her scream of carnal delight, he reached up and grabbed the edge of her panties and tore them. He tore them right off of her and she shivered in delight as she felt his breath on the now exposed skin. She heard him take a deep sniff of the musk. ‘I am so ashamed,’ she thought. ‘I know I must smell awful after getting so wet. How can he stand me like this.’

“My panties,” she whimpered.

He stopped licking her long enough to tell her, “Tomorrow we are going out and buy you a new drawer full of lacy, sexy panties and thongs to replace those all those granny panties of yours. From now on you are going to dress sexy to please me.”

Now that he had free and unfettered access, he drove his tongue into her pussy lips and licked her from top to bottom. He licked her side to side and then went down and stuck his tongue deep in her love hole. Hearing her moan, he rolled his tongue around gathering all the sweet nectar and then went up and lapped at her clit a couple more times.

Her second orgasm was bigger than the first and she let loose yet another scream. She was moaning loudly as he went lower and licked her puckered hole. ‘Oh my god, that’s so dirty,’ she thought. ‘But it feels so good. What is going on with me?’

That train of thought derailed as he went back to sucking on her clit and shoved two fingers into her pussy and began stroking her forbidden hole with his thumb. The tip of his thumb began to slide in and she thought, ‘Noooooo. He can’t want to do that, but I want him to, I don’t know what I want. It’s so dirty. But I want it.’

He stroked his fingers and thumb in-and-out of her while he licked and sucked on her clit. The waves of pleasure washed over her like the waves of the ocean on the beach.

Just as she was just getting ready for a third orgasm, he stood up and slid his cock between her pussy lips and rubbed it up-and-down along her slit, wetting his cock. Every time he banged into her clit, she moaned and moved closer to the edge. Eventually he tired of playing and pushed his cock into her. He slid all the way in just one stroke.

With a shock, Sally thought, ‘He’s hard again. He came in my mouth just a minute ago and he’s hard again and fucking me. He has always just cum and rolled over and gone to sleep.’

‘Oh my God she is so wet,’ eskişehir escort Bill thought to himself. ‘This is the way it should have always been. No bottles of lube, just her wetness and the taste of her pussy on my tongue.’

As he plunged his cock in, her third orgasm erupted and she thrashed on the bed screaming, “I want you. I want you deep in me. Fuck me deep. Fuckety, fuck, fuck. Oh fuck me.”

He had never heard his wife say those words before. It made his cock throb to hear them and he pushed deep into her. He went so deep that he actually felt her cervix on the tip of his cock.

As she felt his cock swell, she wrapped her legs around him to pull him deeper into herself and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him to her.

He began to shoot his man seed deep into her and she came again.

They lay like that for a few minutes before he slowly pulled himself out and kissed his way down her body. He picked her up and gently laid her on her side of the bed then climbed in alongside. Satiated, they fell asleep spooning.

Several hours later he woke up and his cock was in the crack of her ass. As he thought about what they did, his cock began to swell.

Only half awake, he reached over to the dresser and grabbed out the tube of lube that they always had to use when they were fucking because she was usually so dry.

He took a big dollop of it and pushed it between her ass cheeks. As he massaged it in, he slowly slid a finger into her ass, slid another finger into her pussy. Reaching around with his other hand, he started rubbing her clit as her ass relaxed enough to slip a second finger in.

By the time he got a third finger in, she was moaning. “Now or never,” he said to himself.

She rolled over on her stomach and he mounted her, pressing his cock against her forbidden door. She started to say, “No”, but she hesitated and felt him start to enter her. The feeling was so overwhelming her objection just came out as an unintelligible moan.

His cockhead gained its initial objective and slipped with a pop inside her anal rings. He waited for a moment for her to say something and when she didn’t, he began a slow pushing in-and-out motion going deeper with each thrust until he was buried completely in her ass. Sally was moaning uncontrollably as Bill looked down. He could see that she’d snuck a hand down and was rubbing herself. For some reason that pleased him because she had never touched herself in front of him before, it wasn’t lady like.

As he stopped to enjoy the view of his wife’s sexy body laid out below him and his cock buried in her ass, he felt something and realized she had slid a finder or two inside herself. That image turned him on and spurred him on to greater measure.

As he began stroking faster and faster in-and-out of her ass, her moans became deeper and deeper until finally she cried out, “Oh my god fuck me. Don’t stop, I’m coming. What are you doing that makes me come so hard?”

With that Bill blasted his man juice deep inside her bowels and let loose with a cry of his own as their orgasms joined.

As the throbbing in his cock subsided, he slid down on top of her and then rolled her over on her side and was asleep. As Sally snuggled back against him, his cock slowly softening inside her, she spoke to the night, “I don’t know what got into you tonight, my love, but don’t let this be the last time.”

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A Surprise Evening

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As I come upstairs to your room I see your roommate going to study downstairs. This means that you are alone in the room. I will have plenty of time to do what I want to do. I knock on the door. When you open it I see the excitement in your face. You weren’t expecting me home this early. You are wearing a white sweater and tight khaki pants and a white scarf in your hair. You look so pristine, so innocent. You begin to say something and I raise my finger to your lips, all that escapes is “I thought…” before your lips close.

I step into the room as you take a step back. You smile, but look at me quizical. I step forward again, letting go of the door so that it closes behind me. As I do this I grab hold of the bottom of your sweater and begin to lift it. You look at me and begin to say, “My roommate is downst…” before I silence you again with my finger. I continue to lift your shirt, what little resistance is left is silenced by my stern look.

You lift your arms, to help me get the sweater up and over your head. I toss it onto the chair by your desk and look at you. You are wearing a small spaghetti strap tank top that is tight on your perfect breasts but loose around your tummy, so it flirts with me, showing me hints and glances at your belly button. I admire your beautiful breasts and your neck and shoulders for a few long seconds before looking back up at your face. There is a slight flush on your cheeks. I am not sure if it is because you are turned on at me looking at you, because you are frustrated because I won’t let you talk, or because you are embarrassed that your roommate could walk in.

As I keep looking at your face, admiring your beautiful eyes, and luscious pillowy lips, your face reddens slightly and you turn away. I raise my hands once again and slowly unbutton your pants. You don’t make a sound, or try to stop me, but you look at me and then look at the door. You are hoping that I will lock the door, but I continue. I unzip your pants and look back up at you, as I begin peeling your tight pants off of you. Your beautiful skin coming into view more and more as the cloth gives way. I smile as I notice that you are wearing a small pair of white thong panties. I get down on my knees, my face at the level of your panties and the treasure beneath them. I continue to lower you pants, until I get to your feet. I look up at you and you lift your left foot. As I am glancing up I notice your nipples are sticking out quite far, it’s not cold in your room, and this makes me smile. You notice my glance and blush again.

I pull your left pant leg off and you lift your right leg. I pull your pants off and put them on the chair, on top of your sweater. I put my nose a little closer to you and inhale deeply. I can smell your excitement already. The smell mixing with your perfume and making me slightly dizzy. My heart starts pumping düzce escort faster as I stand up slowly. I step back and stare at you. You look away whenever our eyes lock, but I admire you. Admire you like you would admire a statue in a museum. Even half naked you are still very innocent looking, almost pristine. I begin to move around you looking at your beautiful body. Your breasts large enough to perfectly fit my hands, your nipples hard now and your breasts rising and falling with your breath.

Your beautiful tummy, your little navel is so enticing, so sexy. Your legs, so long, and ending in your beautiful buttocks. Your buttocks, your beautiful tight little bum. Big enough, and rich enough to grab, but small enough and tight enough to run your hand over, and supple enough to quiver enticingly when spanked.

I step forward from behind you our bodies no more than an inch apart, but still I don’t touch you. I lift your hair from off of your shoulders and smell it. I run my fingers through your hair slowly and gently, and then take the ribbon out of your hair and place it on your pants.

I quickly braid your hair, gently running my fingers along your reddish tresses. When I finish I don’t bother tying it off. I just place it over your shoulder, so that I can look at your beautiful neck.

I step around to the front of you, and grab the bottom of the tank top. I look at you waiting for any sign of discontent, any sign of a fight, but you just blush again and look away.

I lift your shirt a little bit and just stare dumbfounded by your gorgeous tummy. Your arms move slightly as you fight your urge to cover up but end up just staying by your sides. I continue to lift your shirt. The cloth brushes against your nipples and then all of a sudden all you feel against them is the light caress of the air as the shirt comes off over your head. This causes them to be very hard and stick out like bullets.

I look down at the last stitch of cloth on you, and then look you in the eyes. You blush, but this time you fight the urge to look away. I smile and reach down and slide my fingers into the front of your panty. My fingers touch your skin for the first time. The backs of my fingers slide down from your tummy down your creamy thighs and then down further as you step out of them.

Again I am on my knees, and I am at eye level with your clean shaved sex . Again, I inhale your beautiful aroma. It is stronger now.

I stand and step back again. I take in your gorgeous naked body and I can’t help but be aroused. I step around you and come up behind you. I step forward again and whisper into your ear “Close your eyes.”

Now you have no idea what is going on, and the first thing you feel is my breathing on your neck. All of a sudden you feel my hands on your hips, caressing upwards to your edirne escort sides. Then you feel my hands move away. You no longer feel my breathing on your neck and now your body is tense, expectant for the next touch, but not knowing where, when, or if it will come. Then you feel my fingers lightly touch your shoulders. Sliding them up then so my whole palm is gently caressing your shoulders and neck. Then again I pull them away.

You hear my feet on the floorboards and can tell that I have moved in front of you. I surprise you by placing my hands on the inside of your ankles. I slowly begin tracing my hands up along your legs. I stop briefly at your knees and feel the soft skin behind them, before continuing up your thighs. As my hands draw nearer to your sex your excitement begins mounting, and almost subconsciously your legs spread open a little. Then my hands pull up and my fingers brush against the outside of your lips, brushing by quickly before I pull my hands away.

You blush because you know that I felt the wetness there and you blush even more when you hear my mouth open. You know that I am tasting your arousal, and it turns you on even more. You know I love the taste of you.

Then again you feel a touch, just my fingertips this time, on your breasts. I circle my fingers around your breasts avoiding your nipples as they harden ever so slightly. I continue circling and gradually my circle is just two fingers on each breast, circling around your nipple without so much as touching them. Then all of a sudden I bring my fingers together and gently, but firmly pinch them. And just as quickly as it happened my fingers are gone.

Then you hear me moving around again and I stop behind you again. This time when I step up my full body is up against yours. You feel my rough denim against your buttocks, and the buttons of my shirt trailing a straight line down your back. I put my hands on your shoulders again, and whisper in your ear “Bend over.”

You hesitate to listen to me, and I gently push your shoulders forwards. You bring your elbows up and rest them on the bed. Your eyes are still closed, but you hear me move the chair closer. I must be sitting down.

You feel my hands on the inside of your legs this time, and I pull them open. In this position your lips are displayed for my viewing. I admire this for a while before moving your legs further apart. Then you feel my hands slide upwards towards your sex. My fingers brush by on the outside of lips. Then you feel my hands move upwards towards your buttocks. I grab the cheeks of your magnificent ass in each hand, and gently spread your buttocks open. Your face is bright red, as you know you can’t hide anything from me in this position.

Again, out of nowhere without letting go of your buttocks, you feel me touching you. I gently kiss elazığ escort your lips, the wetness causing my lips to easily enter you slightly. You feel my lips part as my tongue gently licks you quickly before being pulled back in and I am gone. My hands are no longer on your buttocks, my lips are no longer kissing yours.

My hands return to you shoulders, and I pull them back, standing you up. I continue to pull until you get the hint and sit down on my lap. The rough folds of denim push against your moist lips. My hands move up and I begin caressing your legs. My fingers running smoothly up and down from your hips to your knees.

I slowly move my hands to the inside of your legs and gently spread your legs. My hands then run up your creamy thighs to your sex. I cup your sex in my right hand as I continue up your body with my left hand stopping at your navel. I caress your tummy and tease your cute little belly button as I run my middle finger along your slit.

I gently run my fingertip between your lips wetting it slightly as my other hand caresses your left breast. I circle my fingers around your aureole avoiding contact with your nipple, getting closer and closer. Until I move my hand to your other breast, where I gently caress it as well. Running my fingers in concentric circles.

Meanwhile my finger is slowly moving back and forth and making you wetter and wetter as I inch it further inside you. Finally, my finger lands on your clit makig you jump slightly, then moan as I continue to finger your clit with my hand wrapped around your perfect breast.

“Do you want me to make you come?” I whisper gently into your ear.

You nod your head.

“I said do you want me to make you come?” I whisper again.

“Yes,” you manage to whimper as I pinch your nipple and flick your clit.

“Then say it.”

“Please, make me… come.”

Once you say this my hand comes up from your nipple tracing the line of your graceful neck. And I gently put my index finger and middle finger in my mouth. As I do this I continue the rhythmic flicking on your clit.

I place my first two fingers at the opening of your sex and begin to move them back and forth across your slit. When they are wet enough with your juices I gently force them inside you slowly inch – by inch until I can’t push them in further. Then I twist my fingers up and graze your most sensitive of spots. I continue to flick your clit at a faster and faster pace.

You start shaking, your bum pressed into my denim-covered cock. I continue to tickle your clit and switch from your G-spot to really quickly pushing my fingers inside you, then pulling them back out very quickly three or four times followed by two long slow strokes. As your body begins to tense up I increase the speed of tickling your clit and curl my fingers again.

All of a sudden I feel you slump in the chair as you contract around my fingers. You lean your head back and whisper “That was wonderful.”

I turn my head and kiss you deeply before removing your blindfold.

“I love you so much.” I say, then kiss your neck until you regain your strength and get up.

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A Summer Day

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We are at your house and have the place to ourselves; your kids are out with friends and not coming back until late. It’s hot and we’ve been out most of the day working on the garden and shopping. As we enter the house you call to me, “Honey, why don’t you relax for a little while I take a shower. With sudden inspiration, I take your hands.

“Jen, we need to have an important talk.” You look at me with uncertainty, wondering what I am up to.

“Do you remember the water restrictions from a couple years ago? Those are becoming more and more common around the country. Water is a precious resource that must be conserved. I don’t want to preach, but maybe you should try to think of ways to conserve water more? Any little step you, we, can take could be important over time.” I am able to get most of this out with a straight face.

With only the slightest grin you ask, “Should we conserve water by showering together?” “That’s a very intriguing idea, you have, Ms. Jones,” smiling as we walk hand in hand to the bathroom.

As we enter the bathroom I begin to unbutton my shirt, but you stop me.” Allow me!” You unbutton my shirt, and slide it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. You then grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head, your red nailed fingers running thru the soft, dark hairs on my chest, trailing along my middle aged belly, you place your hands on my chest stroking and pulling at my hardening nipples. I moan, ‘my turn!’

Pulling your shirt over your head, I place it on atop of mine. I turn you around and unhook your brassiere, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Pulling you back to my chest, I reach around you and begin to massage your breasts, the weight and firmness of the olive toned orbs filling my outsized hands, the thick sepia toned nipples pushing into my palms. I reach down, unsnap your shorts and pull them down your curvy, supple hips. You kick them off and into our pile.

You turn around, kiss my chest, undo my belt, my shorts and unzip me…being careful of my growing erection. Biting your lip and looking up at me with a sexy alluring smile, you slide my boxers down exposing my thick erection to the air, your red nails trailing along its length making me shiver with anticipation. With a growl, I reach down and grab the waistband of your silky smooth panties and yank them down.

As I straighten up I say, “We’d better get in the shower before we get carried away.” You agree and you turn on the water, waiting while you adjust the temperature. I move up behind you and rub your bum, my caressing and spanking of your pliant yet yielding derriere causing you to jump and let out a yelp while adjusting the shower. Finally the temperature is just right and you hop in and turn çorum escort to me and ask, “Aren’t you coming?”

I put your head under the stream of water and find the shampoo. While I’m getting the shampoo and just beginning to lather up your hair, you are stroking my turgid cock. I realize that I will have a hard time concentrating on shampooing so I turn you around pulling you back into my chest, my fingers shampoo and massage your head.

I know I always find it somewhat luxurious to have someone else shampoo my hair and finger my scalp. There’s something erotic and relaxing about the feeling of fingers massaging the scalp. So I try to treat you to that luxuriousness and work on your head massaging around your temples, all over the top and then around the back of your head concentrating on working my fingers over your scalp. Your moaning in delight and rubbing your sexy bum against my cock is keeping it, (and me), at attention. After I finish, you get back under the water and we rinse the soap out of your hair.

You turn me around and have me sit on the bench in your shower. You bring the hand held part of the showerhead over and wet down my hair returning the favor by giving me a shampoo and head massage. It’s wonderful and at times you pull my head to your chest and I’m able to lick your breasts and tease your nipples while you’re massaging my head. Eventually you finish and rinse the lather out of my hair.

I start to get up and you push me back down onto the seat. Grabbing the soap you lather my chest, rubbing my nipples. After rinsing you put your lips on my wet nipples and kiss and lick and start to bite using your teeth to pull on them, making me moan. As you are working on my nipples with your teeth, your hand picks up the soap and you begin to wash my still erect penis. The lazy stroking motion of your soap slick hand makes me moan and start to breathe faster.

After working up some suds, you wash the length of my straining member. You seem to pay particular attention to its head washing all around from front to back, my hips rocking back and forth in time to your stroking. You take one of your hands and gently soap and massage my balls. After I’m good and clean you take the showerhead and rinse me off. I again start to rise and you again push me back to the seat.

You grab a towel from outside the tub and toss it on the floor in front of me. With a devilish, seductive smile you kneel down. Taking my cock in one hand and my balls in the other you gently massage my balls and you stroke my penis with your other hand and then lower your head to the tip. Using your tongue you soak up the precum gathering at the top. You look up and smile as you wrap those full sexy lips around my cock, causing me to let out a gasping moan.

You denizli escort again lower your head, wrapping your full lips around my glans. You use your tongue and swirl over the tip, moving your mouth and licking the length of my penis like it was a lollypop. I am moaning with delight all the while the shower is beating down on us. Your mouth is moving up and down over my penis and your tongue is adding texture to the movement adding a lick every once in awhile. I cry out, “Oh… “Ohh…Ohhh. OMG, holy shit… arrrrghhhhhh, don’t stop baby!!” You continue to move your mouth faster and faster, my hips thrusting up from the seat, hands wrapped in your wet hair. “I’m almost there, baby,” I cry out.

When you hear that you lift your eyes to mine, and I can see that they are glowing with lust. You look back at my crotch licking the head all around with your tongue, and then again engulf my swollen maleness. You move up and down faster and faster until I explode with a loud, satisfied groan. You continue to suck my cock and use your hand to milk the cum out of my body. As I begin to go limp, you lift your mouth off of it with a loud plop. Smiling and licking my seed from your lips, I pull you into my arms. We hug and kiss; I taste myself in your mouth, my tongue cleaning up what was left on your lips.

There is something very sensual about being locked in an embrace while we are both soaking wet. Your skin feels so soft and smooth next to mine. We are hugging and kissing, and not wanting to let go of each other. Then I remember that we are supposed to be showering and you still need to be washed. I grab the soap and lather your back, in doing so I keep your body against mine, my hands spreading the soap all over your sexy breasts and tummy.

Eventually I work my hands down to your bum, (mmmm the best part). I lather and squeeze your cheeks. I then run my soapy fingers up and down your crack. You shiver and pull into me even closer. I grab the showerhead and rinse you off. Then reluctantly I push you away (already missing the feel of your chest on mine) and have you sit on the shower seat. I begin to wash you. Washing, rubbing and touching you with my soapy hands. I move back up your arms to your pits and you kind of giggle with the light tickle… I then move to your breasts. I wash all around the left breast and then concentrate on your left nipple. Soaping it up and watching the light brown areola tighten and the nipple lengthen and thicken as I pull on it lightly. I lean in and give it a quick lick and suck. A shudder and low whine tell me that you are enjoying it. I repeat the process on your right breast. You lean down and softly kiss my forehead letting out a contented sigh.

I wash your belly, giving special consideration to your cute scar diyarbakır escort and then your bellybutton. I move down your thighs going very close to your soft womanhood bypassing it…for the moment. I continue down your legs, find a spot behind your knee to pause and give attention…then down your calves finally arriving at your toes. I soap them up and wash each one individually.

I reach for the showerhead and rinse the soap from your body. Giving your squeaky clean toes a kiss, I take the soap and move back up to the top of your thighs. I rub the soap through your pubic hair and gently move down to your shimmering pussy lips. Using my soapy hands I rub all over them, the velvetiness of your lips becoming even more slippery from the soap.

You are groaning and your hands are now running through my hair. I reach for the showerhead and rinse you. I adjust the temperature of the spray, turning it up; making it as hot as I think you can stand it. I then turn the dial on the showerhead and turn it to a pulsing stream. I aim it first at your breasts. The water is throbbing on your nipples. I move it from one nipple to the other and back again. You are moaning and just repeating “Yes… yes… yes!”

I point the showerhead lower and you start squirming in the seat. Your legs are already spread wide and I open your pussy. With the other hand I direct the throbbing stream right on it. You almost jump out of your seat… I move the jets of water up and down the length of your pussy and now you’re screaming and pulling my hair. I move the showerhead closer intensifying the jets, still moving up and down slowly, your hips bouncing up and down on the bench.

I put the showerhead down and jam my face to your southern lips. I lick for all I’m worth, moving my tongue as far into you as it can reach. I replace my tongue with two of my fingers and continue to slide them in and out. I pull your outer lips with my mouth, licking and sucking on your swollen clitoris. My other hand is playing with your pubic hair moving past your scar to rest momentarily on your breast. I start to slowly massage your nipple while my tongue and fingers work on your pussy. I rotate my fingers in your vagina as they glide in and out. Rubbing your g-spot, my tongue, lips, and finally, gently, my teeth stimulate your clit. Moaning, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes baby, yessssss!!!! lick it… faster… harder! you pull my head even closer to you.

As I pull on your nipple, pulling it out, out, and out from your chest, your body begins to convulse, and you kind of snap your legs together. Or as close as your can get them with me in the middle. You lean down shakily and kiss my forehead, and then crumple into the corner of the shower seat. I sit at your feet, my head resting on your lap, feeling you tremble from your release with the shower spray still streaming on us. Eventually, we recover and stand and just hold each other in a long passionate hug. We rinse off and step out of the shower – clean but spent.

As we are drying, I notice that almost an hour has passed. “I guess we better start recycling cans.”

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A Story for Her

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I walk down the aisle of the 747, expecting that this will be another long flight, and all that I have to look forward to on the other end is a dull business convention. I find my seat, and see that it is a center seat, muttering under my breath I store my bag in the overhead compartment, and stick my laptop case under the seat in front of me. I don’t bother to fasten my seatbelt yet, as I will have to move to let the person sitting in the window seat by me. Instead, I lean back and close my eyes, letting the sounds of people getting ready for take off wash over me.

Hey stranger, says a familiar voice. I can’t quite place where I know that voice from, so I open one eye. Looks like I’m sitting next to you, your voice continues.

I chuckle to myself and realize that this might not be such a bad trip after all. Well, I’ll have to see your ticket miss, I respond, reaching my hand out for your ticket. You put it in my hand, and I check. Sure enough, you have the window seat next to me. I stand to let you pass, and can’t help but catch a whiff of your intoxicating perfume and feel your tight ass as you slide past me and settle down in the seat next to me. I can’t help but to admire you from the corner of my eye. You look quite the young professional in your business skirt suit.

Before we can say anything else, the flight attendant comes on over the PA system and runs through the emergency procedures. It seems that the aisle seat in our row is empty. We fasten our seatbelts, and make sure that our seatbacks are in the full and upright position. The acceleration of the plane presses us back into our seats, and we are quickly airborne.

The plane reaches normal cruising altitude, and conversations resume on the plane. I shuffle over bursa escort to the aisle seat, so that we aren’t sitting on each other. We make small talk, catching up on old times, talking about what we’re doing now, that kind of thing. And, as all conversations eventually do, ours comes to the topic of sex. I find out that you’re single, and haven’t been seeing anyone seriously for a while. I relate the same to you. The conversation continues to drift on to other topics, but we always seem to come back to sex.

I can’t place my finger quite on what it is, but there is a certain light in your eyes that has my mind on your body, and sex. As we talk, we move closer together, and both end up half in our seat half in the middle one. There is a break in the conversation, and we just sit there looking at each other. Suddenly your lips are on mine, I’m a little surprised, but in a good way. I return your kiss, our tongues twining together. I break the kiss; both our faces are flushed with excitement. I mention that I’m going to be in the bathroom, the second from the front on the left side, and wink at you meaningfully.

As I stand to make my way to the back of the plane I can feel my legs shake. I’m a mixture of excitement and nerves. I enter the small bathroom, and lock the door behind me. I splash some cold water on my face and wait for your knock. When it comes a moment later, I nearly jump out of my skin. I quickly let you in, and relock the door behind you.

I turn to face you and you push me back so that I’m sitting on the toilet lid. You spread your legs and sit on my lap facing me. Our lips lock again, our tongues quickly finding each other. As we kiss, I pull the jacket from your shoulders, and hang çanakkale escort it on the back of the door. While I do this, you tug at the tie around my neck, and toss it behind you. My hands wander your back, and come to rest on your firm ass. I cup a cheek in either hand, and squeeze them. You moan into my mouth, and attack the buttons of my shirt.

I move my mouth down from yours to your neck, and lick and kiss, and nibble the side as I pull the bottom of your blouse from where it is tucked into your skirt. At this point you have unbuttoned my shirt and are pulling it off me. I have to release my grip on your ass as you take it off, and hang it next to your jacket. You don’t waste time unbuttoning your blouse, you just pull it off, over your head and it joins my shirt and your jacket on the back of the door. I stand up, and push you back so that you are sitting on the edge of the sink.

You quickly pull my undershirt over my head, and it finds its way to the floor with my tie. I unclasp your bra, and your full breasts spring free. I take one nipple in my mouth, and lick it with the rough part of my tongue, slowly spiraling out until I have licked your whole breast. With one hand, I take your other nipple, and begin to pinch it lightly, causing it to become erect. I switch sides, and repeat. You moan softly as I do this, as to not alert other passengers to what we are doing.

I bring my mouth back up and you recapture it with yours. I continue to fondle your breasts tenderly as you undo my belt and pants, letting them drop around my ankles. My cock is standing at full attention, only being confined by the cloth of my boxer shorts. You reach and slide your hands down my sides, and down into çankırı escort my boxers, taking my cock in your hands. I groan in satisfaction at the sensations coming from your hands on my cock and balls. I slide my hands up under your skirt and quickly, almost roughly, pull your panties off. You gasp in surprise at my aggressiveness. I recapture your mouth in a deep kiss. You push my boxers down, freeing my cock. I reach up your skirt and can feel the heat of your pussy. Before I can do anything else, you stand up and push your skirt up so that it isn’t covering your ass or pussy. I reach down and pull a small foil packet out of the pocket of my pants. You are facing the mirror, and I am standing behind you.

I see the questioning look on your face, and I whisper in your ear that I’m a good boy scout and always prepared. You smile at me, and I unfurl the condom down the length of my cock. I breathe hotly into your ear and lick the back edge of it as you reach between your legs and guide my hard cock into your dripping pussy. You brace your hands on the edge of the sink as I thrust into you. I can feel how tight and hot you are around my cock and we moan softly together. I start slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing in as far as I can. My right hand reaches around and fingers your clit, as my left fondles your breast.

You start to thrust against me, causing me to go deeper then before. We continue like this, and it isn’t long before I’m pounding away with everything I have. You lean back and kiss me deeply. Then whisper in my ear that you are about to come and want me to come with you. I can feel the walls of your pussy start to clamp down on my cock, and thrust as deeply as I can into you one last time as we both come together.

I pull out of you, and dispose of the condom, we help clean each other up then kiss again. Once we are both dressed, we leave the bathroom one at a time, with a few minutes between. I look at the mirror after you have left and think again that this might not be such a bad trip after all.

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The Golden Triangle Ch. 01

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I hadn’t been at my new—and first—embassy posting for more than three days when the Vientiane chief of station called me into his office to give me an important assignment.

“Yes, I can see how important the assignment is, Luther,” I said to the Agency’s head spy in Laos, “But why me? I mean I didn’t finish training at the Farm until three weeks ago, and I’m barely on the ground here and you’re already giving me a make or break assignment.”

“Look around, Win,” Luther said in a slow drawl, as the paddle fan flapped overhead trying to coax out a breeze in the humid afternoon. “Do you see a whole lot of American agents just sitting around here waiting for an assignment? Besides, you fit the bill precisely for what we need.”

I didn’t know exactly what Luther meant by that comment. The Agency wanted to infiltrate a team into China’s Yunnan Province, and Vientiane station was assigned the job of negotiating with the Kwei Lin, the Mien tribe warlord of the Miang Sing area of Laos bordering on China and Myanmar for passage through his region and guides across the Chinese border. The Agency was prepared to overlook Kwei Lin’s opium operations through Thailand, since there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot that the United States or anyone else could do to stem the flow of heroin from the Golden Triangle anyway, in exchange for Kwei Lin’s help. But why, I wondered, did I fit the bill for the assignment—other than being the only one available, I concluded.

“We have a sweetener for Kwei Lin,” Luther was telling me in explanation. “He has a weakness for Fahrang—that means Westerners here—blondes, and we’re sending a bit of honey with you for him to gaze at during the negotiations and then to have overnight as a reward for giving us favorable terms. Her name’s Gail, which is all even you need to know about her. And you are a big, young, strapping dude, so I figure you can get her up north in good condition for Kwei.”

I met Gail for the first time on the tarmac before boarding the small plane that would take us up to Chiang Rai, Thailand, where we’d pick up a Mien escort back across the Mekong River and into northwest Laos to meet with Kwei Lin at Miang Sing. Gail was a gorgeous Nordic blonde with melon breasts straining at the fabric of her cotton jungle shirt, which was unbuttoned down to where she was showing a cavern of cleavage that made my groin boil.

We were sitting knees to knees, facing each other, on the two-hour flight in the small plane, and I spent the whole time slowly insinuating my knees between hers and planning how I was going to get my hands on that mound of flesh between her cotton-pants-clad thighs. All the time she was teasing me, acting like she didn’t even know I was there, but I could tell that she was interested as well, because of the bitlis escort looks she gave me when she didn’t think I was noticing and the hardness of her nipples against the flimsy cotton shirt.

I had my hands on her knees and was working my way toward paradise, when Gail covered my hands with hers.

“I don’t think that’s really a good idea, Win,” she said. “You are here to protect me from this. Maybe afterward . . . and maybe not,” she added to tantalize me.

“I think you want this as much as I do,” I said in a lust-clogged husky voice.

“Be that as it may,” she answered primly. “We have an important job to do here. Or am I the only one here willing to make such a sacrifice for the Agency?”

I couldn’t argue with that.

We landed in Chiang Rai near twilight and were hustled off immediately to a dinner in an open-air fish restaurant alongside a water lily-clogged khlong waterway. Gail looked ravishing in the light from the torches reflecting in the water, and I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right there. She allowed me to run my fingers up and down the soft, blonde down on her forearms, but when one of my hands went to her knee under the table, she laughed and slapped at it.

She rose and went to the ladies’ room in a separate hut back in the shadows of the restaurant. I followed her and when she came out of the ladies’ room, I pulled her around the corner of the hut on a wooden porch suspended over the khlong and pushed her up against the hut wall with my body. She started to object, but I covered her mouth in a brutal kiss that took her breath away. I cupped one of her breasts with a hand and got a hard nipple between two fingers. And I went straight for her mound with my other hand. It was warm, and I could feel that it was moist through the cotton pants.

Gail returned the passion of my kiss briefly, her body trembling under my searching hands. But she abruptly stiffened and pushed me away from her and hurried back through the dimly lit restaurant to our table. When I returned, she was telling our escort that she was ready to go to the hotel and wanted to get a full night’s sleep before our trip north through the jungle the next day.

I got the cold shoulder all the way to the Suanthip Vana, an exclusive resort with individual guest houses on the outskirts of the city, where we had been booked for the night. Upon arrival at the hotel, Gail and I were whisked off in different directions, our escort having sensed the tension between us and, not knowing what it might be based in, feeling it best to keep us apart. The wrath of the Vientiane station chief was no doubt something our escort didn’t want to risk.

I was still very much hot and bothered, and very hard from the brief encounter bolu escort with Gail at the restaurant, when I was shown into my guest quarters. A massive four poster bed occupied the center of a room that was sensuously decorated in orangish-red Thai silks, and it didn’t cool me off to consider what I’d like to be doing with Gail in that bed just now.

Two Thai attendants, one female and one male, both looking very presentable and decked out in matching Thai silk sarongs, were standing at attention by separate posters at the foot of the bed. As I entered the room, the male attendant helped me off with my coat, as the female attendant quizzed me in silky, demur tones whether either of them could do anything to make my stay any more enjoyable or restful. Anything at all she kept saying with a sweet smile on her lips. If I hadn’t been so worked up over Gail, I probably wouldn’t have been so bold, but in the heat of the moment, I reached over and undid the sash holding up the young woman’s sarong, and it fell down around her sandals.

She was no voluptuous Gail, but she was exquisite. Her golden skin shimmered in the soft lighting of the room, and her long, black hair hung down straight to her waist. She was small and thin, with pert little breasts, and was perfectly formed.

The male attendant drew a bath while the woman slowly undressed me.

“Do you do this for all of your guests?” I asked.

“If they want,” she answered. But then she went on. “But we offer special treatment to yellow hairs like you. Yellow hair is considered very lucky here in Thailand.”

Moments later I was luxuriating in a large tub of warm water. I was laying back against the curve of the tub’s side, with my eyes closed. The male attendant was behind me, massaging my shoulders, neck, and temples and helping to ease all of the pent-up tension over Gail from my body, while the female attendant was more than doing her part toward this end. She was in the tub with me, naked, and was straddling my hips with her legs. At first she glided over my skin with a soapy sponge and perfumed water with one hand, as she slowly worked my cock with the other one, stroking me and making me large. I sighed as she then placed the head of my engorged cock at the opening to her cunt. She used my cock to tease out her clit from its folds and rubbed it against her clit until we were both trembling. Then, as the male attendant’s massaging of my shoulders and neck muscles worked deeper, the female attendant descended her hips onto my cock and pulled me ever deeper into her and started to slowly pump me with her pelvis.

Before I climaxed, they had me out of the tub, dried off in intimate pattings with deep-pile cotton towels and had me face down on the four-poster bed. burdur escort The female attendant was crouched above my head and was deeply massaging my back muscles down to my waist, and the male attendant was crouched below me and massaging my legs and my butt cheeks.

I felt that I was drifting off toward sleep, when they rolled me over and the female attendant moved her body over mine, her bottom and vagina to my flicking tongue, and her tongue and soft mouth to my cock. Her luxurious, straight black hair was swishing across my chest, belly, and sides, and I reached up and played with the large, hard nipples of her pert little breasts. I tensed as I sensed that there was more than one mouth and one pair of hands working on my cock and balls and stroking my inner thighs, but the female attendant pulled away long enough to tell me that servicing a yellow hair was a high honor for Thai men as well, and that I would be doing both of them a good turn by allowing they both to make love to me.

It was as if I was drugged with lust and a languidness from the bath, massaging, and other attentions and transported to a world of Mai Pen Rai, that convenient Thai world of “never mind” and “taking pleasure openly and guiltlessly where it could be found.” The female attendant came up on her knees over my head, giving me easy access to her clit and her sweet, perfumed cunt with my lips and tongue, while I felt that male attendant lower his hips onto mine, facing her. I sensed that they were embracing and kissing above my chest, as his asshole slowly descended on my still-hard cock. I could feel him trembling with pleasure as my cock made its long journey up his ass canal. And when I was in to the hilt, he slowly started to pump me in short and then longer strokes, until I came deep inside him.

They doused the lights then and were entwined with me in the bed, me facing the female attendant, and the male attendant encasing me from behind, his half-hard cock rubbing against the small of my back. I dozed then until I was brought back to a level of sexual arousal by four hands gliding across the curves and crevices of my body. I rolled over on top of the female attendant and rubbed and explored her cunt and clit with the fingers of one of my hands until her juices were flowing and she was writhing under me. I fucked her then, hard and fast and deep, while the male attendant crouched behind me and massaged my butt cheeks and thighs.

I fell wearily back into the double embrace of my attendants and went into a deep sleep. When I awoke later, shortly before dawn, to the sound of a brief torrent of rain pelting the thatched roof of the guesthouse, I was alone. I drifted off to sleep again and awoke to the smell of strong coffee coming from a breakfast tray set out on a coffee table in front of a small sofa and perfumed smells from the bathroom. A bath had been drawn for me, and the water was still warm. When I returned to the room, my clothes had been laid out on a made bed. But my attendants from the night before, or their replacements, were nowhere to be seen.

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Marina and Russell Pt. 11

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Babes

“I have a lot in common with Russell”

(All characters are over 18 years old)

It’s a cold day. After I made breakfast for Russell, I went to college.

Now is recess. I wonder who is it in the distance? Oh, no, these are the nasty three classmate girls who insulted my feelings for Russell. Their names are Pandora, Lola and Sue. One of them said:

“Well, hi! Are you still having fun with the old man?”

Now they’re laughing! I hate them! And lucky for me, two good girls came, their names are Mayme and Mina. They’re my classmate girls, too, and I get along with them. They heard our conversation, and Mayme asked:

“What’s Pandora talking about?”

Pandora answered:

“She dates a 60-year-old man and she’s most likely sleeps with him!”

Mayme asked:

“Is it true?”

And I answered:

“Yes, it’s true. I have elderly boyfriend, his name is Russell, and I became his cohabitant. But I lied a little bit about his age… in fact, he is 71 years old…”

Mayme said:

“I support your relationship with him, although I would hardly date any elderly man.”

Mina said:

“And I think… Can’t I pick up some old man, too? By the way, can I see your handsome man Russell?”

And I answered:

“I assumed you’d want bayburt escort to see him, so I brought his photograph. Look!”

Mayme and Mina were looking at the photograph of Russell. And Mina said:

“Wow, what a handsome man! mmm… since you cohabit with him, then he isn’t impotent…”

Lola said:

“So he’ll be an impotent soon!”

Mayme shouted:

“Shut up!”

And Mina asked:

“Is Russell good at sex?”

In sex, he’s great… but I can’t say it out loud! And this question really embarrassed me… and Mina said:

“Okay, if you’re embarrassed, you don’t have to talk. But I guess he’s perfect in sex!”

Mina looked at the photograph for a long time, and then she looked thoughtfully towards… but what is she thinking? is she really think about having sex with Russell??! And I asked:

“Mina, what are you thinking about???! Russell is mine!!”

And she said:

“Can’t I even think of that?”

Suddenly Pandora grabbed the photograph and she said:

“Yes, he really looks young for his age. But this doesn’t change the fact that he is an old man!”

Sue asked:

“Look, do you have anything in common with this old man?”

I answered:

“Yes, I have a lot in bilecik escort common with him! And by the way, he has a name. His name is Russell! Russell!!

And Sue asked:

“What do you have in common with this old… with Russell?”

And then I answered:

“Well, we’re both sentimental, we like Hello Kitty, we don’t like modern music…”

And I was thinking about something I didn’t say… in sex, our favorite position is missionary…

I came home and felt a little tired, and then I lay down on the bed and soon fell asleep. And then I saw a dream: Me and Russell gently caressed each other, and then he said:

“Get out of bed.”

I asked:

“What for?”

He answered:

“I want to try with you the doggystyle position.”

I said:

“But I don’t like doggystyle!”

And he answered:

“And I like! Let’s try?”

Russell, you fool! I told you I don’t like doggystyle! Why you’re not reckoned with me?!!

“… okay. But just for you!”

I said. I bent and pressed againist the bed with my arms, and Russell put his hands on my hips. He was going to put his penis into me, and I said:

“Russell, I would like to see your face…”

He asked:

“Hmm… maybe I should bingöl escort put a mirror on the bed?”

And I answered:

“Good idea!”

Russell put a big mirror on the bed. We took up doggystyle position, he put his penis into me and began to make frictions. It’s so pleasant, I’m starting to experience orgasm… and we look each other in the eye…

“Ah! Aaah… Russell… Aaaah!!”

And my dream ended. I woke up and thought… Strange dream, but it wasn’t bad, even though I don’t like doggystyle! I wonder, does Russell like doggystyle? Most likely not, judging by the positions that he chooses before sex, most often he prefers missionary position, like me, too. Yes, I really have a lot in common with him.

Soon Russell came home. He went into the bedroom and said:

“Hello, my honey.”

I answered:

“Hello.”

He kissed me and said:

“Let’s take a shower! We’ll rub each other’s back…”

And I answered:

“Okay!”

We are in the shower room. I wash Russell’s back and my sexual arousal became stronger… I want you, Russell… and then I started caressing his penis… for him it was suddenly… we caressed each other, he put me against the wall and he’s putting my leg up. He put his penis into me and began to make frictions. I began to experience a strong orgasm, looking into Russell’s eyes…

“Ah… Russell… that feels pleasant!! Aah!! Aaaah!!”

We spent a few hours of passion in the shower room again, it reminded me of house of his dream.

I am so happy that I have a man who understands me!!

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Cilla’s Therapy

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Amateur

“I’m a shit-eating whore,” Cilla announced dramatically, looking healthy and well-put-together, sitting across the desk from Lilly.

“Excuse me?” Lilly, a clinical psychologist and sex therapist, hadn’t expected Cilla’s first session to start off with such a bluntly shocking statement.

“One of my boyfriends is a biker and Judd introduced me to his nasty fetish the first time we hooked up,” Cilla explained without embarrassment.

“It’s called coprophagia or coprophilia,” Lilly explained clinically, unable to imagine the bright-eyed, attractive, middle-aged, professional woman in her office enjoying a mouthful of shit.

“I never thought of doing it till I met him,” Cilla confided, “but it became the center of my relationship with Judd.”

“Is your husband aware of your affair with this guy?” Lilly asked, trying not to sound judgmental.

“Oh, yeah,” Cilla laughed. “Carl and I have always had an open relationship. We’ve had threesomes and foursomes with most of our friends. That’s not an issue.”

“Does he know about the coprophilia?”

“Uh-huh,” Cilla nodded. “We even tried it once, but Carl couldn’t get into it.”

“Did that disappoint you?”

“No, ’cause I’m only attracted to scat with Judd…” Cilla paused, leaned over to pick up her handbag, and took out a pack of cigarettes. “May I?”

Lilly made a sweeping gesture of her left hand, as if to say, “Go ahead.” Of all the addictions that clients carry into Lilly’s office, tobacco and nicotine are low priorities.

Cilla was a hazel-eyed brunette with a full figure; her acorn-shaped tits had plumped up from four pregnancies. When she put the lit cigarette between her full lips and took her first drag, Lilly pictured Cilla sucking on the penis of her fat, sweaty, biker lover.

“Judd tells me my poop tastes and smells sweet,” she said, rather pleased with herself. “And watching him gobble it up is a wicked turn-on.”

“What about you?” Lilly, the psychotherapist, asked dispassionately. “Do you enjoy eating feces?”

Cilla scoffed. “I tolerate it. I’ve read up on cop and scat and I guess most people gag at the smell or the texture. Not me! I can eat shit hot or cold.”

“What do you mean by hot or cold?” Lilly was fascinated with the subject, feeling just a bit of excitement mixed with curiosity.

“Cold is when it’s in a pile or floating in the toilet. Hot is straight out of the butt hole.”

“Do you like the smell and taste of Judd’s excrement?”

“Not really,” Cilla confessed. “It’s the nastiness of it that turns me on. I like the whole idea of being a low-down, dirty whore…Am I sick, or what?”

“You’re perfectly mentally healthy as far as I can see,” Lilly pronounced decisively.

Diminutive Lilly was elegant and stately, an exotic blend of beautiful Asian and Latina genes, with perfect amber complexion, eyes as dark as night, and beautifully carved chin, cheekbones, and forehead.

“Your husband, Carl, is African American, isn’t he?”

Cilla nodded and doused her cigarette in her half-filled Styrofoam coffee cup.

“So, that tells me you’ve always been a risk-taker. Your coprophilia is a rebellion and maybe even a special talent.”

Cilla was impressed with Lilly’s insight as well as the lady herself. Cilla studied Lilly’s delicate features and strong expression. A flutter of desire stirred inside her.

“I usually offer sexual counseling or therapy services to my clients,” Lilly explained. “Most of the time, my clients come with a dissatisfying sex life or inhibitions, and they need to reconnect with their partners or embrace their own sexuality.” Then, Lilly added with a theatrical laugh, “but you’re way past that.”

“Do you give your patients hands-on therapy?” Cilla asked playfully, tucking her tongue in the corner of her smile.

Without hesitation, Lilly nodded. “Yes, we provide sexual therapy services to individuals, couples, and groups.”

Cilla’s jaw dropped; she was aghast. “You mean, like, you’re a sexual surrogate?”

“Myself and several other clinicians are licensed sexual surrogates.” Lilly was answering seriously in a soft voice, not yet sensing Cilla’s steadily increasing arousal across the desk.

“What can you do for me?” Cilla asked the question, knowing full well it could be read with a double meaning—as a client or a lover?

“In your case, we can come up with strategies to change your behavior…If that’s what you want.”

“I’m not sure what I want anymore,” Cilla chuckled. “You just told me I’m normal and healthy.”

“Then my work is done here!” Lilly joked, making a wiping motion with her hands, and Cilla responded with a hearty laugh.

In the next few minutes, the therapist and client discussed issues of intimacy, sexual satisfaction, and how the iron laws of pregnancy, childbirth, and gravity worked to elongate a woman’s breasts, swell her hips, buttocks, and thighs, and loosen her plumbing so that she peed every time she laughed, coughed, or farted.

Cilla admired the balıkesir escort thinness of Lilly’s fingers, the deep valley of her cleavage, and the long turn of her neck. Cilla daydreamed, wanting to touch and taste Lilly’s skin. Lilly noticed Cilla jiggling and swinging her legs as they talked, an unmistakable sign of erotic interest.

After fifty minutes in session, Cilla made her next appointment with Lilly. As Lilly showed her to the door, she felt a magnetic attraction to Cilla, deliberately touching and brushing against her.

Without a word being spoken, Cilla smiled at Lilly and reached for her hand. Coyly, she lifted Lilly’s hand to her lips and kissed it. Then she closed her eyes, hummed, and flicked her tongue over Lilly’s fingers.

As the two women shared a wet, breathy kiss, Lilly pressed her hips against Cilla’s. She peered into Cilla’s wide-open eyes and hungrily tasted her fleshy lips. They paused and Lilly whispered, “I want to try it.”

“I want you.” With that, Cilla reached under the hem of Lilly’s skirt and probed the soft flesh of her thighs, inching up toward her silk-lined crotch. As Cilla might have guessed, Lilly wore a slip, old-school nylon stockings, and lacey full-cut undies.

Before Cilla made first contact with Lilly’s mons, the sexologist suggested, “Let me call my husband. Then stay awhile.”

“I’ll call Carl, too.”

“Let’s get undressed,” Doctor Lilly commanded, letting Cilla know who was in charge.

Both ladies were old-fashioned and proudly displayed their pubic bushes.

“My husband, Jake, says finding the girl’s hair down below is part of the seduction—the discovery, he calls it.”

Lilly’s cunt was draped by a soft, jet black triangle.

“I think it sort of hints at a woman’s personality,” commented Cilla.

Cilla’s secret spot was under a thick, frizzy brown rug. Her fingers entangled the strands of her pussy beard as she stroked her slit. Lilly sat on the edge of her desk to spread her legs and Cilla knelt in front her.

Cilla rubbed her nose in Lilly’s pubis and breathed deeply before sniffing and licking the alpha femme’s slit, savoring her rich flavor and fragrance. Then she put her forefinger inside her vagina and twisted it around as she nibbled Lilly’s dainty clitoris.

Cilla deftly tongued and fingered Lilly’s ladyhood to a sloshing froth, cupping her lips over her labia and scraping the pink with her teeth as Lilly shivered in orgasm. A slight hum escaped her elegant throat.

“That was so sweet,” Lilly moaned, reaching to cradle Cilla’s head in her hands. Then she kissed her delicious mouth, drilling her pointy tongue against Cilla’s. In a moment, Lilly’s tongue was simulating fornication in Cilla’s mouth while the two married matures grabbed at each other’s boobies.

Lilly latched onto one of Cilla’s swollen, rough nipples and sucked on it with a loud smacking while rolling Cilla over with a two-handed vice grip on her chubby buttocks. Lilly traced Cilla’s thighs, groin, and hips with a crumb trail of little kisses until she reached Venus.

Lilly swiped Cilla’s slit with the tip of her tongue before spreading open her thick slit and revealing her oversized clitty. Lilly sucked it and bit it to Cilla’s shivering delight, then plunged her snakelike tongue into Cilla’s dark mineshaft as far as it could go. Cilla whooped and writhed spasmodically as Lilly vigorously ate out her cunt.

The two ladies snuggled and giggled in Sapphic embrace for a few delightful minutes. When Lilly declared she needed to pee, Cilla’s eyes lit up. She said maniacally, “Oh, yes, baby!”

Cilla hovered over Lilly’s wriggling pelvis with the determined face of unmistakable hunger.

Lilly giggled nervously as Cilla lowered her head and spoke directly to her newfound lover’s pussy. “Give me your golden nectar, Lilly.”

The clinical psychologist watched her own urine bubble up from her hair-shrouded slit and felt a surge of primordial passion as Cilla slurped it up before covering Lilly’s triangle with her mouth. After her pee ceased flowing, Cilla gave Lilly’s cunt a bilabial massage before lifting the lady’s haunches and tasting her sweaty brown ass.

The two women exchanged smiles but no words as they dressed and composed themselves. Cilla

left Carl a voice mail and Lilly texted Jake, both messages saying the same thing: “I’m on my way home.”

As the ladies shared a farewell kiss, Lilly asked, “Should I take a laxative before your next appointment?”

Cilla chuckled and shook her head. “No, I have a new fetish.” Cilla reached under Lilly’s skirt, ran her hand over her trim buttocks, and plunged her forefinger into her tiny anus. She twirled it around, withdrew, and held it to her nose and sniffed, then licked it salaciously. “You!”

They exchanged a furious series of kisses in which Lilly tasted the heady fruit of her own vagina and ass smeared on Cilla’s mouth, lips, and chin.

“I didn’t expect to fall in love.”

Lilly bartın escort was surprised, but she felt her heartbeat stepping up.

“I love you, Lilly.” Cilla felt vulnerable, her voice quivering as she uttered the words.

Lilly’s response was to throw back the deadbolt on her office door and tell Cilla to undress while she fetched some toys—a bullet, a vibrator, and an old fashioned rubber dildo. Both of their hubbies were fast asleep when the love-drunk ladies finally arrived home.

Cilla’s next appointment a week later was nothing but an hour of raw sex billed by Lilly’s firm and charged against Cilla’s insurance. The ladies plunged into cunnilingus, gorging on each other’s feminine syrup and rapt in multiple orgasms.

Then Cilla offered her therapist a special treat—vigorous analingus with her big, fat tongue and a handful of fingers stretching out Lilly’s demure rear orifice. In return, Lilly went down on her client’s oversized cunt and whispered, “Let her rip!”

Cilla pissed inside Lilly’s mouth and she responded with loud gulps and sighs of pleasure. “My salty queen,” she called her.

“Look at you,” Cilla laughed while her lover drank of her urine. “I’ve turned you into a dirty slut.”

Their next hookup was basically a date, meeting for drinks, dinner, and more drinks. By prior agreement both girls wore adult diapers and used them all evening, giggling every time one of the whizzed, farted, or pooped.

As Carl and Jake whiled away the hours at home alone, Lilly and Cilla locked themselves in Cilla’s van in a dimly lit parking lot and ripped each other’s clothes off. They made out clad in only their soiled nappies and fondled, nibbled, and suckled one another’s titties and nippies.

Cilla took off Lilly’s diaper first. Lilly, the proper one, was embarrassed by the odor of her tinkle and pooh as well as the brown smearing all over her ass, but, as Cilla began to lick up her shit, Lilly fell into a rhapsody. Her first orgasm peaked when Cilla rolled her thick tongue inside Lilly’s rectum.

Her next one came from watching Cilla burrow her face in Lilly’s diaper and devouring her dark brown, oily crap. She smiled up at her while chowing down like a hungry pup. Lilly’s initiation in caprophilia was tentative, as she took little bites of faeces from Cilla’s hands.

“Doesn’t taste that bad,” she mumbled through a mouthful of shit. Then she gagged when she tried to swallow.

Cilla held out her palm. “Okay, spit it out and try it again.” They alternated feeding little nibblets to each other till the tide of passion surged and they hooked up in simultaneous finger-fucking and cunt eating.

Afterward, Lilly confessed, “I didn’t really like it.”

Cilla laughed ironically, “I don’t really need it. Like I said before, I have a new fetish … and, baby, it’s you.”

Lilly had tried to practice with scat play before their next assignation. She coaxed hubby Jake to come to bed after taking a dump without wiping. She didn’t tell him why, of course. She licked him from crease to balls, drilling his heinie hole with her penile tongue and even savoring tiny morsels.

Judging by the fierce fucking he gave her afterward, he certainly enjoyed the attention, but Lilly found it wanting. His excrement tasted like a beef taco, a far cry from Cilla’s luscious, chalky, sweet meat. The day before her night out with Cilla, Lilly plugged her thumb in her sphincter and covered it with her issue.

Then she sat on the toilet and licked it like an ice cream cone while she finished her bowel movement. Her heart sank as she sampled her own bitter tasting shit, anguished that her poor flavor disappointed and repelled her sweetheart.

On a weeknight when the madly-in-love MILFs lied and pretended to be working late, they stuffed themselves on seafood pasta and red wine before getting a room in a sleaze bag motel and gorging themselves on girl-to-girl sex.

Lilly confessed her shortcomings in experimenting with cop and scat and Cilla repeated, “I only like your shit because I love you.” She subsequently laid Lilly down on the bed and began to undress her, one article of clothing at a time, starting with her pumps and ending with her granny panties.

Then Cilla sniffed, kissed, and licked Lilly from stem to stern, sucking all ten fingers and toes and lavishing spitty attention on her crotch, armpits, and rectum. Finally, Cilly plunged into Lilly’s cunt like a lioness ripping into her prey. When Lilly came, she spewed like a geyser.

After Lilly fucked Cilla’s pussy and ass with a strap-on for fully half an hour, the two moms compared notes on the favorite things about their husbands in bed.

“I love it when Carl sucks on my breasts,” Cilla said, her smile beaming. “He’s be happy if all I did was jack him off while he suckled.”

Lilly giggled, “Jake likes me to suck his dick, of course.”

“Of course!” Lilly feigned sarcasm. “What guy doesn’t, which is why I’m surprised more guys don’t batman escort blow each other when they’re going through puberty.”

“Some boys do,” Cilla said knowingly.

“I like Jake’s cock inside me,” she spoke softly. “It’s where our children came from. It feels like home.”

Cilla took Lilly in her broad shouldered embrace. “That’s so beautiful,” she said. “Thinking about Jake fucking you is so hot.”

Cilla grabbed the used strap-on from the floor and pulled it up to her hips. She gave Lilly a long, slow screw with their open mouths locked as if their breathing and fornicating was a single autonomic action.

In the days and nights that followed, Cilla and Lilly texted daily and almost constantly dreamed of returning to each other’s erotic embrace. On Thursday Cilla was feeling horny from thinking about lovely Lilly when the UPS man came to the door with a package that needed a signature.

When his pen went dry, Cilla invited the man in brown inside. He was tall and bronze with short, thick black hair and a round face. His name tag said SANCHEZ and that was when she recalled meeting him before. Two years ago around Christmastime he had delivered a C.O.D. package. Carl was out of work and money was tight and so Cilla offered to suck the driver’s cock in lieu of payment. Either suspicious or afraid of her, Sanchez told Cilla he was on the clock and his supervisor checks on his whereabouts every hour.

“Your hands are free to answer your cell phone,” Cilla said sweetly as she cupped the bulge in his crotch.

“He calls on the radio in the truck,” responded Sanchez, whose first name was Tommy.

“Then I’ll blow you in the truck.” Cilla led Tommy by the hand and went with him inside the truck.

That encounter had been a quickie, essentially jerking him off in her mouth. Cilla decided this time would be more relaxed in the warmth of her living room.

Cilla wasn’t sure he remembered her until she asked him, “Are you allowed to accept tips for the holidays?” and he smiled. Cilla kissed Tommy softly on the lips and then went down on her knees, since she assumed he would enjoy her implied submissiveness, as she unhitched his belt and yanked his brown slacks down to his knees.

He shivered as she caressed his thick penis with both hands and kissed the tip. She licked his rod with long, wet tongue strokes and felt it swell. When she enveloped his manly tool in her mouth, she nodded her head and squeezed her lips in syncopated rhythm. Then she hummed a rhythmic melody and the tantalizing vibration made Tommy moan with delight.

She interrupted pleasuring him only briefly to taste his hairy balls, rolling them around with her tongue. He was delightfully sweaty and tasted tangy as she let his semen pool inside her mouth, trying to swallow his entire load in one gulp.

When she did, his ooze spilled out of the corners of her mouth, making them both laugh. Cilla sent Tommy Sanchez on his merry way with a goodbye kiss just a few minutes before her daughter Rosie arrived home, hours early from college.

Yes, it was a close call, almost caught in the act, but Cilla wondered whether Rosie would be mortified and embarrassed or want to join the fun. Like mother, like daughter?

By the weekend, Cilla had built up a case of guilt—not about her sexual escapades in the family home, but rather about Lilly, her lady love.

“I feel like I cheated on you,” she told her over a glass of chardonnay after dinner.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” Lilly said teasingly.

“Yes, a very naughty girl,” Cilla confessed in a thick voice, convincingly contrite.

“Well, what are we going to do about that?” Lilly asked, curious and aroused, but not the least bit angry.

“You have to punish me,” Cilla said ominously. “Severely!”

“Let’s take care of this right here and now,” declared Lilly.

“Slap me!” Cilla, the penitent, seemed to be giving the orders, which angered Lilly, whose smile turned crooked as her right palm smacked Cilla’s full left cheek. Cilla smiled slightly and leaned her face closer. “Again!” she hissed and the back of Lilly’s hand hit Cilla’s fleshy right cheek. Cilla bit down on her lower lip on impact and a spot of red appeared.

“Oh, my sweetie, I’m sorry.” Lilly reached out and tried to kiss Cilla’s bloody lip.

“No, I deserve it. I’ve been such a filthy slut.” Cilla paused. “You need to give me a good spanking.”

Lilly’s eyes lit up. She liked this new game.

“But not here,” Cilla stated flatly.

“Let’s go,” Lilly announced, assuming command, and the cougar couple scurried to Cilla’s minivan and drove to their favorite shit-hole of a motel.

They didn’t speak a word on the ride or when they paid the seedy looking desk clerk in cash. Inside the room, Lilly pushed the light switch and roughly grabbed a bunch of Cilla’s hair and hurled her to the floor.

“Get up, you skank!” Lilly shouted and spit in her face. “Now strip!”

Crying and sniveling, Cilla undressed slowly starting from her shoes and baring her cavernous cunt and ass before unbuttoning her shirt, as Lilly sat imperiously on the bed. When Cilla lifted off her bra, her blubbery mammaries pranced before Lilly’s hungry gaze. Beckoning Cilla, Lilly took hold of both breasts and twisted her nipples with an angry snarl.

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Vorwort:

Nach zwei Kurzgeschichten habe ich mich diesmal an eine lange Geschichte gewagt und es ist ein kleiner Roman geworden. Viel Spaß beim lesen, über Kommentare und konstruktive Kritik freue ich mich.

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Dumpf dröhnten die Bässe vom Dancefloor herüber in den gemütlich eingerichteten Barbereich. Es war schon nach Mitternacht als er von der Playarea kommend die Bar betrat. Die letzten beiden Stunden hatte er im Spielbereich verbracht in dem es an den diversen Andreaskreuzen, Folterbänken und anderen Spielgeräten heiß und intensiv zur Sache gegangen war. Selbst war er nicht aktiv geworden aber er hatte die heiße und lange vermißte Atmosphäre gierig in sich aufgesaugt und genossen. Jetzt nahm er an der Bar Platz und bestellt sich ein Glas guten Wein bevor er sich wieder nach Hause aufmachen würde. Die letzten Jahre hatte er im Ausland und damit zu seinem Bedauern auch fern ab jeder SM Szene verbracht und so war das heute für ihn selbst so etwas wie eine private Willkommensparty die er auch genutzt hatte um alte Bekanntschaften wieder aufzufrischen.

„Hallo, ist noch ein Plätzchen frei?” hörte er nun von der Seite und wandte sich der Stimme zu. Vor ihm stand eine großgewachsene schlanke junge Frau. Sie trug kniehohe, schwarze, geschnürte Lederstiefel mit mörderisch hohen Absätzen, einen schwarzen eng anliegenden Latex Catsuit sowie ein Taillenkorsett, welches ihr eine bezaubernde Figur verschaffte. Die blonden Haare hatte sie zu einer eleganten Frisur hochgesteckt und am rechten Handgelenk baumelte eine bösartig aussehende Reitgerte.

„Nur wenn du mich nicht damit haust” wies er auf die Gerte und zog ihr einen Barhocker zurecht. Er kannte viele Leute aus der hiesigen Szene, aber diese bezaubernde Frau hatte er noch nie gesehen.

„Darf ich dich auf ein Glas einladen?” fügte er noch hinzu und zeigte auf die Karte. Jetzt war es an ihr ihr Gegenüber kurz zu mustern. Sein Alter war schwer zu schätzen, aber bestimmt deutlich über ihren 29 Jahren. Er trug eine schwarze Lederhose und ein gleichzeitig elegantes aber auch legeres schwarzes Hemd. Im Sitzen war seine Größe schwer zu schätzen aber bestimmt 1,85 oder mehr und er schien einen recht durchtrainierten schlanken Körper zu haben. Im ersten Moment vermutet sie in seiner Einladung den Beginn einer billigen Anmache, kam aber dann doch zu der Überzeugung, daß er einfach ein höflicher Gentleman war.

„Ist der Wein gut?” fragte sie. Und auf seine Bestätigung hin bestellte sie ebenfalls ein Glas. Als der Barkeeper das Getränk brachte fragte dieser: „Magst du auch noch einen Marc?”

„Ja gerne, danke Joe” sagte er und hob sein Glas um mit ihr anzustoßen.

„Ihr kennt euch?” fragte sie jetzt „Ich habe dich noch nie hier gesehen?”

„Ja, ich war früher regelmäßig hier habe aber die letzten fünf Jahre im Ausland verbracht”

„Moment” meinte sie und sah ihm genau in die Augen „bist du etwa DER Marc? Der diese Party ursprünglich mal ins Leben gerufen hat?”

Natürlich hatte sie die Geschichten gehört von dem führenden Päarchen der hiesigen SM Szene. Die vieles, unter anderem diese Partyreihe ins Leben gerufen hatten bis seine Frau bei einem tragischen Autounfall ums Leben kam und Marc für Jahre ins Ausland verschwand. Und nun saß sie dieser Legende der hiesigen Szene gegenüber!

Ein wenig verlegen schmunzelte er bevor er antwortete: „Da du meinen Namen jetzt kennst, verrätst du mir den deinen?”

„Ulrike” brachte sie heraus und mußte immer noch an die zahlreichen Geschichten denken die sie über ihn gehört hatte. Aber nach ein paar Schlucken Wein erlebte sie ihn als äußerst charmanten und angenehmen Gesprächspartner und bald unterhielten sie sich äußerst angeregt über Gott und die Welt. Er erzählt ein wenig von seinem beruflichen Aufenthalt in Südamerika die vergangenen 5 Jahre und sie erzählte aus ihrem Leben. Wie sie in Hamburg studiert hatte, nebenbei anfing als Domina in einem Studio zu arbeiten und schließlich von ihrem Umzug nach München und dem Plan/ Wunsch das Studio in dem sie derzeit tätig war zu kaufen und zukünftig selbst zu führen da sich die jetztige Besitzerin schon vor längerem aus dem aktiven geschäft zurückgezogen hatte. Allerdings fehlte ihr dazu das nötige Kleingeld weshalb sie versuchen wollte einen oder mehrere stille Teilhaber zu finden. Da ein finanzkräftiger Interessent ebenfalls heute Abend hier gewesen war, war ihre Anwesenheit quasi auch ein bisschen beruflich bedingt. Neben der Tatsache, daß natürlich auch der ein oder andere Stammkunde in dem Studio ebenfalls die Party besucht hatte.

„Und” meinte er „Hat es geklappt mit dem Investor?”

Ihre Reaktion war ein tiefer Seufzer. „Nein, er wäre zwar bereit zu investieren, aber der Preis war mir zu hoch.”

„Laß mich raten: er wollte lebenslängliche Gratisbedienung in deinem Studio?” grinste er

„Ja, so ähnlich. Manchmal frag ich mich echt ob Männer noch was anderes als Sex im Kopf haben. Und dann gilt auch noch einmal Domina und schon muß ich immer und in jeder Lebenslage die Super dominante Frau sein. Manchmal nervt es echt!”

„Hm” machte er „Das klingt jetzt ardahan escort als ob mehr dahinter stecken würde”

Sie trank einen Schluck Wein, überlegte kurz und meinte dann:

„Ach, was soll´s. Ich denke dir kann man mal was anvertrauen ohne daß es gleich die große Runde macht:

So gerne ich dominant bin und so froh ich bin meine Leidenschaft zum Beruf zu haben. Auch ich habe zwei Seiten und gelegentlich würde ich auch meine submissive Ader gerne mal wieder so richtig ausleben. Aber um da einen passenden Partner zu finden bin ich einfach zu kompliziert.”

„Kompliziert?” fragte er.

„Na ja, es gibt da dieses nicht unerhebliche Problem mit meiner Grenze”

„Das mußt du jetzt genauer erklären. Hast du Bedenken deine Grenzen werden nicht akzeptiert?”

Jetzt lachte sie bitter.

„Nein, im Gegenteil. Vermutlich wirst mich für verrückt halten aber als Sub bin ich leider ziemlich extrem drauf und brauche einen Mann der akzeptiert wie weit meine Grenze gesteckt ist und nicht gleich aufhört bloß weil ich flennend vor ihm auf dem Boden liege und um Gnade bettle sondern dann erst recht reinhaut.”

„Jetzt hast du mich neugierig gemacht, bisher kann ich nichts schreckliches an deinen Ausführungen feststellen. Wo liegt denn diese ominöse Grenze, bzw. was stellst du dir den in einer Session vor? Und keine Panik, ich habe schon viel gesehen und erlebt ohne wegzulaufen.”

Sie sah ihm in die Augen und obwohl sie schon einige Zeit mit ihm hier verbracht hatte fiel ihr zum ersten Mal auf wie stechend blau und intensiv sie waren. Irgendetwas berührte er in ihr.

„Eigentlich ist es ganz einfach.” erklärte sie.

„Wenn ich Abwechslung möchte bin ich sehr masochistisch und extrem devot und ich will im wahrsten Sinn des Wortes fertig gemacht werden. So lange bis wirklich nichts aber auch gar nicht mehr von mir übrig ist. Und es ist mir herzlich egal ob ich gepeitscht, getreten, zusammengeschlagen oder sonst wie gefoltert werde. Hauptsache es tut richtig weh. Beschimpfen, demütigen, alles was du willst. Die einzige Regel ist: Keine Verletzungen oder Beschädigungen meines Körpers die dauerhafte Spuren wie Narben oder sowas hinterlassen. Gut, und wenn mein Gesicht hinterher nicht tagelang unansehlich ist bin ich nicht böse. So rein für das berufliche, aber da hilft mir im schlimmsten Fall auch eine Maske für die ersten Tage.

So, und jetzt kannst du wahlweise schreiend weglaufen, mir erklären wie unvernünftig ich bin oder zur Kenntnis nehmen daß mich mein Vortrag angeheizt hat und ich jetzt rattig bin.”

Trotzig blicke sie ihm ins Gesicht bevor sie einen großen Schluck Wein nahm und auf seine Reaktion wartete.

Als er nichts sagte blickte sie ihm wieder direkt in die Augen und wäre fast geschmolzen unter seinem Blick.

„Wenn das jetzt eine Aufforderung war” antwortete er endlich „dann steh auf und zeig mir deine Titten. Oder glaubst du ich kauf die Katze im Sack?”

Sein Tonfall war ganz im Gegensatz zu dem bisherigen Gesprächsverlauf richtig derb und grob geworden. Und sprach direkt ihre unteren Körperregionen an. Sie brauchte ganze 3 Sekunden für die Entscheidung bis sie ihr Glas sachte auf der Theke abstellte, aufstand, sich vor ihm positionierte und langsam den Reißverschluß ihres Latexanzugs öffnete und ihre Brüste befreite. Sie als Domina war dabei sich hier in aller Öffentlichkeit auf Befehl eines Mannes zu entblößen. Sich nackt auszuziehen wäre nicht schlimm gewesen. Ab dazustehen und sich mit herausstehendem blanken Busen (nein sie hingen nicht sondern waren schön fest und wohlgeformt) zu präsentieren und begutachten zu lassen empfand sie als sehr demütigend. Irgendwie schien er zu wissen oder zu spüren wie sehr sie auf diese Form der Behandlung ansprang.

Prüfend nahm er eine Brust in die Hand wie ein Stück Obst am Gemüsemarkt und obwohl sie stolz auf ihren Körper und durchaus selbstbewußt war fühlte sie sich auf einmal minderwertig und wollte ihm gefallen. Wenn es nicht eh schwitzig naß in ihrem Latexanzug gewesen wäre, spätestens jetzt wäre sie feucht geworden.

„Schau mich an, nimm deine Nippel zwischen die Finger, drück zu und zieh sie in die Länge bis du jaulst”

Sie wollte und konnte auch nicht anders als ihm zu gehorchen und begann ihre Nippel vorsichtig zu drücken.

Und ehe sie sich versah hatte sie eine schallende Ohrfeige im Gesicht.

„Du sollst zudrücken du nichtsnutzige Schlampe” fuhr er sie an.

Und schon knallte es auf ihrer anderen Backe, so fest daß ihr der Kopf zu Seite flog. Sofort presste sie ihre Finger zusammen und zog sich selbst die Nippel in die Länge bis sie die Zähne zusammenbeißen mußte um nicht laut aufzuschreien.

„Na also,” meinte er kühl „geht doch”

„Und so wie du aussiehst hast du eine klatschnaße Fotze?”

„Ja Herr” wimmerte sie durch die zusammengebissenen Zähne „Darf ich bitte wieder loslassen?”

Eine kurze Weile ließ er sie noch zappeln, dann befahl er:

„Wenn du jetzt gleich loslassen darfst gehst du an die Bar, bittest den Kellner um eine volle außen gereinigte artvin escort Flasche Piccolo und die schiebst du dir dann hier vor mir ohne Tamtam in deine Fotze. Und wenn mir das Ganze zu lange dauert dann schieb ich dir eine große Flasche rein und es ist mir egal ob es dich zerreißt oder nicht.”

Erschrocken blickte sie ihn mit großen Augen an. Er machte wirklich ernst. Und sie würde genau das tun was er befohlen hatte.

„Los jetzt” befahl er.

Der Schmerz als sie ihre gequälten Nippel fahren ließ und das Blut in diese zurück schoß trieb ihr Tränen in die Augen. Kurz darauf war sie mit dem gewünschten Gegenstand zurück, öffnete den Schrittreißverschluß ihres Anzuges und begann den Flaschenhals vorsichtig einzuführen. Dabei war sie so naß daß kein Gleitmittel nötig sein würde. Irgendwie mußte er das gewußt haben. Bis die Flasche dicker wurde war es kein Problem aber jetzt wurde es spürbar unangenehm und sie versuchte ihre Muschi mit einer vorsichtigen Fickbewegung langsam zu dehnen.

„Du sollst dich hier nicht ficken sondern die Flasche in deine ausgeleierte Fotze schieben” schimpfte er sie, packte zu und rammte ihr das Folterinstrument mit einem harten Stoß in ihr innerstes. Sie hatte das Gefühl zerrissen zu werden und schrie auf, schaffte es aber stehen zu bleiben. Mit einem schnellen Griff verschloss er den Reißverschluß wieder und meinte nur:

„Das Ding behältst du drinnen oder ich nagele dir dein Loch mit einem Tacker zu. Verstanden?”

Sie war sich noch nie so gedemütigt vorgekommen und ihre Vagina fühlte sich zerissen an und brannte vor Schmerz. Aber je mehr sie sich an das gedehnte Gefühl gewöhnte desto schärfer wurde sie. Eine Berührung an ihrem Kitzler und sie wäre auf der Stelle gekommen.

„Hast du einen passenden Ort wo ich mich um dich kümmern kann?” fragte er jetzt.

Sie war schon ganz in ihrer neuen Rolle aufgegangen, kniete sich vor ihn auf den Boden und sagt:

„Herr, das Studio ist bis Montagabend geschlossen und steht dir zusammen mit mir uneingeschränkt zur Verfügung.”

Ihr Gang wirkte recht gezwungen weil sie sich krampfhaft bemühte ihren Eindringling an Ort und Stelle zu halten als sie aus dem Taxi stiegen und das Haus betraten in dem sich das Studio befand.

Die Einrichtung desselben ließ nichts zu wünschen übrig wie er anerkennend feststellte als sie das große Spielzimmer betreten hatten. Ulrike stand mit gesenktem Blick mitten im Raum während er sich umsah. Dann kam er zu ihr, schnürte das Korsett auf und trat vor sie. Jetzt trug sie nur noch ihre Stiefel und den Latexanzug aus dem noch immer ihre Brüste herausstanden. Schneller als sie sehen konnte holte er aus und rammte ihr die Faust in den Bauch. Mit einem Aufschrei klappte sie zusammen und ging vor ihm zu Boden. Sie krümmte sich vor Schmerzen auf dem Boden und japste nach Luft. Irgendwo in ihrem Hinterkopf beglückwünschte sie sich noch endlich mal einen Mann gefunden zu haben der sie richtig hart anfaßte, aber bevor sie den Schmerz richtig genießen konnte packte er sie an den Haaren und riß sie wieder nach oben.

„Von hinlegen hat keiner was gesagt du Schlampe”

Und schon landete der nächste Schlag in ihrem Unterleib.

Sie krümmte sich vor Schmerzen, schaffte es diesmal aber stehen zu bleiben.

„Zieh dich aus und leg dich da über den Bock”

Schnell schälte sie sich aus ihren Stiefeln und dem Anzug und legt sich wie befohlen über den ledernen Bock. Leider verlor sie beim Entkleiden die Flasche (sie war einfach zu naß) was er erst einmal kommentarlos geschehen ließ.

Grob faßte er ihr zwischen die Beine. „Meine Güte, du bist ja naß wie ein Wasserfall. Hat die Welt schon mal so eine dauergeile Schlampe gesehen.”

Die Worte trafen sie ins Mark und die ersten Tränen begannen zu fließen.

Er zog seine Hand ein paarmal durch ihren Schritt bevor er begann sie mit den Fingern zu dehnen. Und er ging nicht langsam und vorsichtig dabei vor. Nein, sofort spürte sie wie er seine ganze Hand in sie preßte. Das war deutlich mehr als die Flasche vorher.

„Nein!! Bitte nicht!! Bitte hör auf, das ist zuviel, das will ich nicht!!” fing sie an zu schreien aber er kannte keine Gnade, drückte sie mit der linken Hand fest auf den Bock und begleitet von einem lauten Aufschrei versenkte er seine rechte Hand in ihr und begann sie grob mit der geballten Faust zu ficken. Die Schmerzen waren unbeschreiblich und ohne es zu wollen oder bewußt steuern zu können wurde sie unkontrolliert zitternd von einem ersten Orgasmus überrollt den sie laut hinausschrie.

Mit einem lauten Schmatzen zog er seine Hand wieder heraus und sie glitt halb weggetreten zu Boden.

„Was sollte das denn jetzt?” fragte er streng.

Der Nebel in ihrem Kopf lichtete sich etwas und sie kroch auf dem Bauch zu seinen Füßen.

„Es tut mir leid Herr.” wimmerte sie „Das wollte ich nicht. Es hat mich einfach überrollt, bitte ignorieren sie das, bestrafen sie mich, aber bitte, bitte machen sie weiter!” flehte sie ihn an.

„Weitermachen?? Du meinst ich soll deine Lust befriedigen?? Du spinnst aydın escort wohl du geiles Miststück!” beschimpft er sie.

„Bring mir einen Rohrstock, dafür schlag ich dir die Schamlippen in Fetzen du billige Masoschlampe!”

Erstaunlich flink robbte sie zu einem Peitschenhalter an der Wand, griff mit den Zähnen einen dicken Rohrstock und eilte auf Knien zu ihm zurück.

Sie hat wirklich noch nicht genug dachte er als sie sich nachdem er den Rohrstock genommen hatte sofort auf den Rücken legte und die Beine mit angezogenen Knien weit spreizte.

Er stellte sich über sie und die Strafe begann. Und es war wahrhaftig eine Strafe. Langsam und zielsicher schlug er abwechseln links und recht genau auf ihre Schamlippen und dazwischen mit einzelnen Schlägen gezielt auf ihren dick geschwollenen Kitzler.

Die ersten Schläge ertrug sie mit einem lustvollen Aufstöhnen. Ab dem fünften begleitete ein Schmerzensschrei jeden Schlag und ab dem zehnten begann sie schreiend und heulend um Gnade zu betteln. Aber ihre Beine hielt sie brav gespreizt. Und er kannte keine Gnade.

Noch nie hatte sie solche Schmerzen verspürt, noch nie war sie so grausam und kompromißlos geschlagen worden.

Als er endlich aufhörte war ihre gesamte Scham dick geschwollen, rot- blau verfärbt und es zeigten sich einzelne Bluttöpfchen. Es würde mindestens zwei Wochen dauern bis sie wieder schmerzfrei Sex würde haben können.

Er stand über ihr und betrachtete das völlig aufgelöste Häufchen Elend, das sich zu seinen Füßen vor Schmerzen auf dem Boden krümmte. Die Schminke völlig zerlaufen, rote verheulte Augen, die Haare aufgelöst und am ganzen Körper naß geschwitzt lag sie zitternd und völlig weggetreten da.

Die Zeit war gekommen, er mußte sie ficken bevor sein bestes Stück platze. Es war zu geil und zu erregend sie so zu sehen.

Mit einem groben Fußtritt scheuchte er sie auf.

„Los! Hoch mit dir! Ich will deinen Arsch ficken!” befahl er.

Sie kroch zurück zu dem Bock, rappelte sich hoch und legte sich mit gespreizten Beinen darüber. Einladend faßte sie ihre Hinterbacken und zog sie auseinander um ihre Rosette zu präsentieren. Als sie seine Eichel schon in ihren Eingang drängen fühlte. Analverkehr war nichts Neues für sie und an sich konnte sie ihn schmerzfrei genießen. Aber wie auch immer sein Schwanz beschaffen war. Er war das dickste und längste Gerät das jemals ihren Hintereingang betreten hatte. Beziehungsweise sich in diesem Fall gewaltsamen Eintritt verschaffte. Es wäre eine grobe Vergewaltigung gewesen wenn sich nicht zeitgleich mit seinem Eindringen all der Schmerz in eine unbändige Lust kanalisiert hätte. Ohne Rücksicht begann er sie rhythmisch mit tiefen Stößen zu ficken.

„Oh, ja, Au das tut so weh, bitte, bitte fick mich in Grund und Boden. Ahhhhh, bitte, du zerreißt mich! Ich bin die geilste Schlampe der Welt” Schmerz- und Lustschreie drangen abwechselnd und manchmal fast gleichzeitig aus ihrem Mund. Immer schneller wurden seine Bewegungen und immer mehr steigerte sich ihre Lust. Morgen würde sie wund, wenn nicht gar blutig sein, aber jetzt wurde jede Qual zu direkter Lust.

Sie konnte nicht mehr ruhig halten und er hatte das Gefühl ein Erdbeben zu ficken. Eine gewaltige Explosion bahnte sich an und gipfelte in einem gemeinsamen Urschrei und zwei fast unendlich lange gedehnte Höhepunkte.

Als sich sein Puls langsam wieder normalisierte hing sie noch immer zuckend aufgespießt auf seinem besten Stück.

Er zog sich zurück und kraftlos sank sie zu Boden. Das Sperma floß aus ihrer geweiteten Öffnung.

…

Heiß traf sie ein kräftiger Urin Strahl ins Gesicht und brachte sie zurück ins Reich der Lebenden. Ohne es richtig wahrzunehmen hatte er sie in den Naßbereich gebracht und jetzt bekam sie seinen heißen Nektar ins Gesicht. Schnell überwand sie den Ekel und öffnete den Mund.

„So gehört sich das du Pissnelke. Und jetzt schluck bevor ich dir nochmal die Fotze blutig schlage.”

Bloß das nicht! Gierig nahm sie alles auf und schluckte brav, soweit er nicht seinen heißen dicken Strahl über ihr Gesicht wandern ließ. Es war das Maximum an Demütigung wie sie so vor ihm lag und sich als sein Klo missbrauchen ließ. Und sie genoß es zutiefst.

„Pause” meinte er nun „hast du eine große Badewanne oder was in der Art hier?”

Langsam kam sie wieder im hier und jetzt an. „Ein Whirlpool?”

Kurze Zeit später räkelten sie sich in dem großzügig dimensionierten Pool und genossen die Massagedüsen.

Als ob nichts gewesen wäre unterhielten sie sich jetzt wieder ganz zwanglos obwohl sich Ulrike durchaus bewußt war, daß er jederzeit wieder „umschalten” könnte.

Irgendwann fragte er im Plauderton: „Hast du eigentlich einen anständigen Strafanzug aus Gummi oder einen Bondagesack oder was in der Art hier im Studio?”

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Der Frühsommer hat inzwischen die winterliche Zeit vertrieben. Nina hat ihren Berufsabschluss gemacht und kann bei ihrem Arbeitgeber bleiben. Auch die Beziehung unserer Eltern hat sich verändert. Nein, nein, nicht das sie sich verbessert hat, im Gegenteil, viel scheinen sich die beiden nicht mehr zu sagen haben. Und doch halten sie an ihrer Ehe fest.

Jeder Versuch von Nina oder mir mit ihnen darüber ein Gespräch zu führen, wird sofort im Keim erstickt. Wenn es einmal vorkommt, dass wir alle gemeinsam zu Abend essen, herrscht meistens eisiges Schweigen. Unser Bruder Ulf hat in den USA sein Glück gefunden und somit fehlt unserem Vater ein wichtiger Gesprächspartner.

Nur leider kennen die beiden nur ein Thema, das ist die Bundeswehr. Etwas, mit dem der Rest der Familie nicht viel anfangen kann. Pfingsten ist in diesem Jahr sehr spät und ein heißer Sommer kündigt sich bereits in diesen Tagen an. Bis zu achtundzwanzig Grad soll es werden. Paps hat seine Freizeitplanung für die Feiertage bereits abgeschlossen. Er wird mit Freunden schon am Donnerstag zu einem ausgiebigen Angelturn aufbrechen. Das heißt für Mutter, wieder alleine. Na ja, so ganz stimmt es nicht, sie hat ja uns.

„Viel Spaß und Petri heil”, mit diesen Worten verabschiedet Mama ihren Mann. „ Ja, ja, wird schon gut.” Eher mürrisch, als freundlich klingen seine Worte so nach dem Motto, sprich mich nur nicht an. Man spürt, wie auch dieser Moment ein kleiner Nadelstich in Mutters Herzen ist. Es ist später Abend und Nina sitzt mit mir zu Abendbrot. „Also Kai, wenn das Wetter so bleibt, dann können wir zum Wochenende unseren Badeteich wieder in Betrieb nehmen.”

Freudig schau ich meine geliebte Schwester an. „Ja, meine Süße, dann werde ich Samstag mal nach dem Rechten sehen, damit wir keine Pannen erleben.” Wie verführerisch meine Schwester am Tisch sitzt. Ihr weit ausgeschnittenes Top, lässt mir tiefe Blicke gewähren. „He, Kai was schaust du mich so an?” „Ach Nina ich liebe dich so sehr und bin so sehr glücklich.” „ Ich liebe dich auch, haucht sie mir aus leuchtenden Augen entgegen, steht auf, beugt sich über den Tisch und gibt mir einen flüchtigen Kuss.

Wie von selbst fällt mein Blick in ihr Dekolletee, auf die wundervollen Rundungen, die sofort meine Erregung erwachen lässt. „ Du kannst machen, was du willst, aber ohne Dressing schmeckt der Salat nicht.” „Ich lauf rüber zu Mama die hat noch was.” Schon ist Nina aus der Tür. Nun gut, dass lässt mir Zeit eine Flasche Rotwein aus dem Keller zu holen. Schließlich habe ich eine genaue Vorstellung davon, wie der Abend für uns Enden soll, nur leider habe ich die Rechnung ohne den Wirt gemacht.

Mama, Mama, wo bist du?” „Scheint nicht im Haus zu sein”. „Ok, dann schaue ich mal in den Kühlschrank, da finde ich bestimmt noch ein Dressing für unseren Salat.” Bei diesem Gedanken ist sie auch schone in die Küche verschwunden. Und so wie es in Mutters gut sortiertem Haushalt ist, wird Nina schnell fündig. Sie ist bereits auf dem Flur als lustvolles Stöhnen an ihr Ohr dringt. Wie angewurzelt bleibt sie stehen, lauscht konzentriert in sich hinein. Da war es wieder diese genussvollen Laute. Nina weiß sofort um was es geht. Nur zu geht kennt sie das Gefühl, wenn der harte Schwanz ihres Bruders ihr verzehrendes Verlangen bereitet und sie einem Orgasmus entgegen gipfelt. Und genau so hört es sich an. Noch immer steht sie im Flur, wilde Gedanken schießen ihr durch den Kopf. Mama geht fremd und vor allem wer ist es, der ihr dieses Vergnügen bereitet.

Erst nach geraumer Zeit wird Nina klar, dass sie nur Mutters Laute vernimmt. All ihren Mut zusammen nehmend, schleicht Nina bis zur Schlafzimmertür. Sie hat Glück, sie ist nur halb geschlossen. Was Nina zu sehen bekommt lässt sie in eine Schockstarre verfallen. Vor ihr liegt der mütterliche Frauenkörper. Lechzend vibrierend nach Erlösung. Mit einer Hand abwechselnd die harten Knospen ihrer Brüste bearbeitend. Warzenvorhöfe die um ein vielfaches größer sind, als die ihrigen. Ninas Blick heftet sich an Mutters weit geöffneten Schoß in dem ein mächtiger Dildo sich müht, für Entspannung zu sorgen.

Ninas anfängliche Starre löst sich. In ihr macht sich ein kribbelndes Verlangen breit. Angeheizt von Mutters immer schneller entgentreibenden Becken, dessen prall gefüllten Schamlippen, den Dildo orgamuskrampfend fest umschließen. Ob Nina will oder nicht, eine ihrer Hände giert danach, die Wärme ihrer eigenen Brüste zu fühlen. Mutters schon fast ausufernder Höhepunkt, reißt Nina aus ihrer erregten Lethargie. Mit erigierten Brustwarzen und einem feuchten Schritt, schleicht sie sich nach draußen. Für einen kurzen Moment verweilt sie an der frischen Luft um ihren erhitzten Körper und irritiertem Geist etwas Abkühlung zu verschaffen.

Es kann doch nicht so lange dauern um aus Mutters Kühlschrank etwas zu holen, aber die beiden haben sich wohl verquatscht. Kaum habe ich diesen Gedanken zu Ende gesponnen, kommt Nina rufend zur Tür hinein. „Hi Schatz, ich bin wieder da und Dressing gibt es auch.” Schön, ankara escort dass du es gefunden hast, hatte schon die Befürchtung, ich müsse den Rest des Abends alleine verbringen.” „Habt ihr einen Tratsch abgehalten, oder hat Mama dir den Zutritt zum Kühlschrank verweigert?” Dabei Lachend gehe ich meiner geliebten Schwester entgegen. „Nein, nein, wir haben uns nicht verplappert und wie schon gesagt, Dressing habe ich auch.” Erst jetzt bemerke ich Ninas erhitztes Gesicht. Na ja, denke ich mir, wird wohl gelaufen sein und die Treppe hinauf, wird sie sicher auch im Sturm genommen haben.

Doch nun fallen mir ihre gehärteten Brustnippel auf, die schelmisch grinsend durch ihre Bluse schimmern, so als wollen sie mir sagen, „Bruderherz, wir haben was gesehen, was du nicht gesehen hast aber wir verraten es nicht!” „Was ist los Nina, warum bist du so aufgekratzt?” „Das mein Lieber, dass erzähle ich dir im Bett.” Lass uns noch ein Glas Wein trinken, essen möchte ich sowieso nichts mehr und dann verschwinden wir in die Federn.” Mit dieser Einladung an mich schenkt Nina für uns beide ein Glas ein.

Schwesterchen hat es eilig. Schnell leert sie ihr Glas, hetzt eiligen Schrittes nach oben ins Bad. Ihre Abendtoilette scheint sie, bis auf das Zähne putzen, auf den Morgen zu vertagen, denn als ich oben ankomme liegt sie schon unter der Bettdecke. Auch ich beeile mich, denn allzu lange möchte ich meine heißblütige Schwester nicht warten lassen. Und so finden wir uns schon früh am Abend in unserem Bett wieder. Beide so, wie die Natur uns geschaffen hat. Anschmiegsam wie ein Kätzchen kuschelt Nina sich eng an meinen Körper. Ihre Finger spielen mit meinen Brustwarzen. „So meine Liebste, nun mal raus mit der Sprache, was wolltest du mir erzählen.” „Es geht um Mama”, beginnt Nina mit ihren Ausführungen und erzählt mit in allen Einzelheiten, so als stehe sie immer noch vor dem elterlichen Schlafzimmer, über das was sie gesehen hat.

Die anschließende Diskussion lässt für uns manche Frage offen. Doch über eines sind wir beide uns einig, Mama braucht unsere Hilfe. Doch wie, eine Lösung scheint so weit weg zu sein. Jede Überlegung dazu, verwerfen wir nach kurzer Überlegung. „Also Kai”, zögerlich kommen die Worte meiner Schwester über ihre Lippen, „wie wäre es, wenn du Mama es einmal richtig besorgst.” Ich will aufbegehren, doch bevor ich nur ein Wort herausbekomme, verschließt Nina mit einem Finger meine Lippen. „Ich weiß sonst keinen anderen Weg, als diesen.” „Du weißt selbst, dass Mama nie einen fremden Mann an sich heranlassen wird, also gibt es keine Alternative dazu.” Sehr ernste blaue Augen schauen mich an.

Ich bin noch immer nicht in der Lage auf Ninas Äußerungen einzugehen. „ Du weißt das ich Recht habe, bitte, bitte tue es.” Fast flehentlich klingt ihre Bitte. „ Nina, wie stellst du dir das vor, wie soll das gehen, glaubst du wirklich das Mama sich drauf einlassen wird?” „Und dann stell ich mir die Frage, wie wirst du mit dieser Situation umgehen?” „ Ach Kai, diese Frage will ich dir mit deinen eigenen Worten gerne beantworten.” „Erinnerst du dich an unsere erste Zeit unseres Zusammenseins?” „Ja natürlich”, lautet meine Antwort. „ Du hast mir gesagt dass man nicht das Eigentum eines andren Menschen ist und dass man sexuelle Bedürfnisse ausleben darf, solange man seine Partner nicht verletzt.” Nur zu gut erinnere ich mich an das Gespräch und nun muss ich mich an meinen eigenen Argumenten messen lassen.”

Ich versuche zu kontern, „du hast ja Recht aber Sex mit der eignen Mutter?” Doch kaum das ich den Satz vollende, wird mir klar, wie grotesk mein Argument ist, denn schließlich schlafe ich auch mit meiner Schwester. „Mit mir hast du ja auch Sex, also warum dann nicht auch mit Mutter?” „Weil ich die liebe, so wie man seine Ehefrau liebt und wir zusammenleben wie ein Ehepaar”, versuche ich noch einmal Nina davon zu überzeugen, dass ihr Wunsch nicht zu erfüllen ist. „Ach Kai, ich bin so glücklich mit dir und will mein Leben mit dir teilen und doch möchte ich dir und mir Freiräume gewähren, auch in sexueller Hinsicht.” Ich möchte nicht, dass unsere Beziehung durch kleinkariertes Denken irgendwann am Scheideweg steht.” Mir fällt zu dieser Argumentation nichts mehr ein und bevor ich überhaupt etwas dazu sagen kann gibt Nina mir einen Kuss, mit einem Blick, der mir die Ernsthaftigkeit ihrer Worte strahlend bestätigt.

Eng umschlungen liegen wir beieinander Ninas warmer Atem streift mein Ohr ihre Finger kreisen behutsam über meine Bauch wandern weiter entlang zwischen meinen Schenkeln. „Stell dir vor, Mama ist jetzt noch dabei, die dich ebenso verwöhnt. Dabei gleitet Nina ein wenig nach unten, ihre Zähne beginnen meine Brustwarzen zu bearbeiten. Eine Hand hat meinen Schwanz erreicht, der nun sanft bearbeitet wird. „Na, wie gefällt dir die Vorstellung mit Mama?” Ich kann mich nicht dagegen wehren. Doch die Zärtlichkeiten meiner Schwester und der Gedanke, Mama nackt hier an unserer Seite liegend dabei zu haben, lassen mein Verlangen antalya escort erwachen.

In meinem Kopfkino machen die ersten erotischen Szenen breit. Mama und Nina, die beide im Evakostüm und mit einladenden Bewegungen auf mich zukommen. Kichernd kommt prompt Ninas Bemerkung. „Oh, ja ich fühle und sehe schon das dir die Vorstellung gefällt”, während sie dabei mein inzwischen hart gewordenes Glied weiter stimuliert. Von einem Augenblick zum Andren hat das Vergnügen ein Ende. „ So, mein Schatz, wir haben zwar für morgen Urlaub genommen, aber es liegt ein langes und schweres Wochenende vor uns und du musst für und beide ausgeruht sein.” Die Heiterkeit ist aus Nina deutlich herauszuhören. „Besorgst du morgen zum Frühstück frische Brötchen?” „Ja natürlich”, kommt es automatisch über meine Lippen. „Das ist lieb von dir, bringe aber ein paar Brötchen mehr mit, denn ich habe Mama zum Frühstück eingeladen.”

Das ist der Augenblick bei dem auch ich auch lachen muss. „Jetzt weiß ich, warum ich dich liebe.” Wir wenden uns einander zu, geben uns noch einen flüchtigen Kuss in, schließen unsere Augen und horchen auf den Herzschlag des Anderen, bis das der Schlaf uns in seine Obhut und mir meine Bedenken.

Die frühmorgentlichen Sonnenstrahlen lassen mich aus meinen erholsamen Schlaf erwachen. Wenn wir auch immer nachts das Fenster geöffnet haben, so ist mein Drang nach frischer Luft sehr groß. Nackt wie ich bin stehe ich gedankenverloren auf der Veranda und lasse unser Gespräch vom gestrigen Abend noch einmal Revue passieren. Was immer es auch ist, aber die Vorstellung mit Mutter und Schwester Sex zu haben, lässt eine bis dahin nie gekannte Erregung in mir erwachen. Ohne dass ich es merke, steht Nina hinter mir. Erst als sie sich an mich schmiegt, spüre ich, wie kalt doch noch die Nächte sind.

Das Außenthermometer zeigt schlappe drei Grad an, doch die Sonne umhüllt unsere nackten Körper mit einem milden Lächeln. Bin wirklich gespannt ob sie es schafft, die Erwartungen der Wetterexperten zur erfüllen. Schließlich sollen es in den kommenden Tagen bis zu achtundzwanzig Grad werden, sonnige Pfingsten, geht es mir durch den Kopf. „Guten Morgen mein Schatz, wie lange stehst du hier denn schon, es ist doch noch so kalt, nicht dass du zum Wochenende noch krank wirst.” Keine Angst meine Liebe, so schnell geht das nicht, ” kommt lächelnd meine Antwort. „Du hast ja auch nur dein Höschen an, aber du hast Recht, lass uns reingehen.” Ich gehe schnell unter die Dusch und fahre dann zum Bäcker.” „Oh prima dann kuschle ich noch ein bisschen im Bett.” „Wenn du das Frühstück vorbereitet hast, kannst du mich, ja wecken.” Ninas Fröhlichkeit hat ansteckende Wirkung. Fröhlich pfeifend begebe ich mich ins Bad. Gut gelaunt fahre ich zum Bäcker.

Der Duft von frischen Backwaren lässt meine gute Laune weiter ansteigen. Ich lass mir noch frischen Streuselkuchen einpacken, denn ich liebe diesen Kuchen, ehe ich bei guter Musik Heim fahre. Genießerisch lasse ich die Landschaft in gemütlicher Fahrt an mir vorüberziehen, um die malerischen Bilder in mir aufzunehmen. Das Gefühl einer großen Zufriedenheit und die Vorfreude auf ein wundervolles Wochenende machen sich in mir breit.

„He Kai, warum hat du mich nicht geweckt und Bescheid gesagt, dass du vom Bäcker zurück bist”. Kommt Nina polternd die Treppe herunter, ehe sie mit ihrem verführerischen Körper vor mir steht. Für einen Moment ignoriere ich die Anwesenheit meiner Schwester, so als sei der Zeitungsbericht wichtiger. „Kai du bist unmöglich.” „Begrüßt man so seine Liebste”, protestiert sie mit gespielter Erbostheit. Ich drehe mich zu ihr. Gott wie liebe ich dieses zauberhafte Wesen, ziehe bei diesen Gedanken Nina auf meinen Schoß um sie mit einem innigen und langen Kuss wieder milde zu stimmen. „Na, na sachte, mir bleibt ja die Puste weg.” Liebevoll bettet sie meinen Kopf an ihrer Brust.

Ich genieße den Moment doch eine Frage brennt mir auf der Zunge und irgendwie ist es auch der Versuch, aus meinem Zwiespalt herauszukommen. Zum einen liebe ich meine Schwester und zum anderen möchte sie, dass ich mit Mama schlafe. Nein, nicht mit ihr schlafen sondern durchficken.” Ich muss ich die Frage loswerden die zögerlich aber sehr ernst über meine Lippen kommt ohne sie dabei anzusehen. „Glaubst du wirklich dass wir das Richtige tun?” „Was meinst du Kai”, ist Ninas Gegenfrage. „ Du weißt genau was ich meine”, entgegne ich. „ Sex mit Mama.” Endlich ist es ausgesprochen. Ganz behutsam nimmt Nina meinen Kopf zwischen ihre Hände. „Ja Kai, ja ich weiß, dass es richtig ist.” Und nur wir können sie glücklich machen.” Ihr klarer Blick und ihrer feste Stimme lassen keine Zweifel zu, meine Schwester ist felsenfest von ihrer Meinung überzeugt. „Na los, gehe Duschen und dann kannst du Mama zum Frühstück abholen.” In der Zwischenzeit bereite ich das Frühstück vor.” Das lässt sich meine Schwester nicht zweimal sagen und verschwindet ins Bad.

Gemütlich sitzen wir auf der Veranda und lassen uns das Frühstück gaziantep escort schmecken. Wenn die Nächte auch noch kalt sind, so hat die Sonne schon eine große Kraft. Und so vergessen wir darüber die Zeit. Es ist schon fast elf Uhr. „Mädels, ihr könnt ja machen was ihr wollt, aber wenn wir heute noch einen gemütlichen Abend am Schwimmteich erleben wollen, dann muss ich noch sehr viel tun.” Also ich verabschiede mich erst einmal aus dieser gemütlichen Runde.” „Schade mein Sohn, es ist doch gerade so schön hier bei Euch.” „Ok Mama du hat ja Recht, doch du kennst ja das Sprichwort, wenn es am Schönsten ist, soll man bekanntermaßen aufhören.” „Komm Mama, lass uns den Tisch abräumen.” „Wenn Kai schon seine Arbeitswut bekommt, dann wollen wir ihn auch nicht aufhalten.” Lachend, mit Geschirr in den Händen, verschwinden beide ins Haus, während ich runter gehe und mir einen Arbeitsplan zurecht lege.

Es ist noch so viel zu tun. Teichfilter prüfen, klar Schiff am Grill machen, den Terrassenofen raus holen, wir wollen ja nicht frieren. Dann ist da noch der Rasen zu mähen und die Polster für unsere Liegeecke wollen auch noch an ihren Platz. Irgendwie scheint mir die Zeit durch die Finger zu rinnen. „Los Alter, gib Gas, vor dem Vergnügen kommt die Arbeit.” So selbst motivierend mach ich mich an die Arbeit. Als erstes schaue ich nach dem Teichfilter und der Pumpe. Doch die vermeintlichen Sorgen darüber sind unbegründet. Die Anlage ist gut über den Winter gekommen die Technik funktioniert einwandfrei und auch die Wasserqualität ist so, wie sie sein muss. So ist als nächstes die große Rasenfläche dran.

Siebentausendfünfhundert Quadratmeter Rasenfläche lassen sich nicht in fünf Minuten erledigen. Dafür haben wir unseren Johnny ein Aufsitzmäher mit über einem Meter Schnittbreite. Das Ding ist mein ganzer Stolz, ein cooles Spielzeug für Männer. Schuppentür auf und da steht er in seiner ganzen Pracht. Doch bevor ich ihn aus seinem Winterschlaf erwecke, muss ich erst einmal die Batterie wieder einbauen. Mit ein paar Handgriffen ist es erledigt. Reifendruck ist auch ok jetzt noch schnell entstauben, dann kann es losgehen. „Hoffentlich behandelst du mich auch immer so zärtlich.” Erschrocken fahre ich herum. „Habe euch beiden gar nicht kommen hören.” „Das kann ich mir vorstellen, du warst so mit deinem Mäher beschäftigt”, kommen mir die Frauen strahlend entgegen. „Nina und ich wollen noch in die Stadt zum Shoppen.” „Das ist eine gute Idee entgegne ich, dann kann ich mich wenigstens auf den Rest meiner Arbeit konzentrieren.” He, willst du uns loswerden, ” protestiert Nina. „Ja” lautet meine Antwort. Schwing mich auf meinen Mäher, dreh den Zündschlüssel um.

Auf meinen Johnny ist Verlass. Ohne Mucken springt er nach so langer Zeit sofort an. Lauthals lachend und mit einer Hand winkend fahre ich an den beiden vorbei. „Dieser Flegel”, höre ich Mama noch belustigt hinterher rufen, bevor sich die beiden sich auf den Weg in die Stadt machen.

Der Rasen ist sehr lang, mit einem Schnitt werde ich nicht klar kommen. So ziehe ich Bahn für Bahn meine Kreise. Mein Hemd habe ich in der Zwischenzeit ausgezogen. Mein nackter Oberkörper scheint die Sonnenstrahlen förmlich einzusaugen. Wie aus dem nichts sind dann doch die Gedanken vom Vorabend wieder präsent. Ob ich will oder nicht, wieder steigt diese Begierde in mir auf, geiler Sex mit Mutter, oder noch besser, mit Mutter und Schwester gleichzeitig. Es wird eng in meiner Jeans. Eine Hand wandert an mein hartes Gestänge. Etwas pressen Wiederstand spüren, mein Kopfkino will die ersten Szenen abspielen, doch das plötzliche stottern des Motors lässt mich schlagartig in die Realität zurückkehren. Also den Mäher betanken und weiter geht es. Zwei Stunden später ist es geschafft. Der rasen ist runter und der Johny wieder im Schuppen verstaut.

Ohne weitere Zeit zu verlieren erledige ich noch die restlichen Arbeiten. Vor allem die selbst gezimmerte Liegefläche von drei mal drei Meter muss noch hergerichtet werden. Nina hat sich diese Spielwiese im vergangenen Jahr gewünscht. Und der Wunsch einer Frau, ist ein Befehl.

Die Damen lassen es sich in der Stadt scheinbar ganz gut gehen. Denn als ich mit meiner Arbeit fertig bin ist es bereits fünf Uhr. „Ok, denke ich bei mir, gehe ich erst einmal duschen, das habe ich mir verdient.” Gesagt getan, so verschwitzt wie ich bin ist es ein Genuss unter der Dusche. Und wieder kehren die Gedanken an geilen Familiensex zurück. Es ist wie eine Droge man kommt nicht davon weg. Bevor mein Gedankenspiel ausufert, verlasse ich die Dusche mit einer gewissen Vorfreude auf das, was dann noch folgen soll.

Obwohl es Anfang Mai ist, haben wir heute Abend schon mehr als zweiundzwanzig Grad und so habe ich es mir nur mit einem Shorts und einem T-Shirt am Teich gemütlich gemacht. Der Terrassenkamin ist befeuert und der Grill bereits angeheizt. Ich gönne mir erst einmal ein Glas Bardolino. Kaum das ich den ersten Schluck genommen habe, kommen die beiden von ihrer Shoppingtour zurück. „Schatz, wir bringen nur noch unsere Einkäufe rein, dann sind wir bei dir”, ruft Nina mir zu. Fröhlich verschwinden die beiden, voll bepackt wie ein Lastesel mit ihren Errungenschaften. Oh, oh, denke ich bei mir, wie mag jetzt wohl das Konto aussehen? Ein Lächeln bei diesem Gedanken kann ich mir nicht verkneifen.

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