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Pleasuring Sandra Ch. 02

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Sandra was laying on a chaise near the pool. She seemed to be dozing, following the barbecue. Her legs were splayed apart, her feet flat on the concrete. Her arms hung loosely on either side. Her breathing seemed soft and even.

Dad and Beckie had gone into the house to clean up the kitchen.

I rose off my chaise, walked over to Sandra and knelt to one side of her. She had a very contented look on her face.

The nipples of her gorgeous breasts were easily seen through the thin fabric of her bikini. I reached out and with a feather light touch, stroked over the tip of her right nipple. She gasped, opened her eyes languidly and seeing me, smiled and closed her eyes again.

“Oh, Bobbie,” she crooned. “That feels sooo gooood . . . “

“Would you like some more of the same?” I asked, softly, that tingle beginning to flood through my own body.

“Oh, yes!” she responded.

I lightly rubbed over her nipple again, gently stroking over the smooth fabric. Sandra jerked and shivered involuntarily. I proceeded to touch her left nipple with my fingertip. She moaned softly. Leaning forward, she reached back and undid the tie at the back of her bikini top. I pulled it from her and laid it on the concrete next to her. She lifted her bottom off the surface of the cushion and pulled her bikini bottom down. Pulling her feet up, she pulled the bikini pants off and discarded them to one side. She looked at me with lust flooding her eyes. She again lay back down with her legs spread and her arms hanging loosely at her sides.

“Bobbie, make love to me,” she begged. “Make love to me as I know only you can do.” Her generous lips spread and her tongue played over them, making them glisten, the tip of her pink tongue still displayed slightly.

I rose and gently brought my lips down to hers, the tip of my tongue nudging hers. She brought her hands up and held my face gently, opening her wet lips, inviting my tongue to enter her mouth. Our tongues met and entwined, swirling around each other, tasting, probing, feeling, exciting . . .

With our tongues making love to each other, I tenderly played my fingertips down her cheeks, over her throat and spreading out as I traced down and around each of her firm breasts, stroking in circles, ever narrowing to her hardening, pointy, pink nipples. As I played over them, she began to moan in my mouth. Her tongue lashed about as I gently pulled on each of her nipples and stroked up and down on them as if they were tiny penises.

Then, I opened my hands and cupped both her full breasts, massaging them in my palms. Again, I stroked around them lightly with my fingertips in a circular motion, moving ever closer to her upthrust, sensitive nipples.

Sandra sucked on my tongue, trying to draw me into her. Her hands flew about my head and face, tenderly stroking me, loving me.

When my fingertips again played around her hard nipples, she moaned loudly and grasping my hands tightly to her breasts, thrust her chest out and bucked her hips as if she were having an orgasm. I then realized she was actually cumming. I could smell it as her spread legs thrust her sex up, revealing her glistening cunt lips flowing with her juices.

“Oh, Bobbie!” she panted, “I’m cumming. Oh, God, it feels so good . . . “

I pulled my right hand from her grasp and softly ran it down over her tightened tummy to the top of her love slit. Spreading my fingers, I gently ran them over her whole sex, stroking my fingertips up and down over her sex as if with feathers.

Sandra’s legs opened even wider, inviting me to explore her every charm. In response, I ran my fingertips down over her inner thighs, first one and then the other, down to the knee and back up to her flowing cunt. I stroked her thus a half-dozen times or so. Her breathing was becoming ragged and I sensed she was on the verge of another orgasm. With my left-hand still softly playing with her breasts, I slid my right fingers up either side of her labia to the hood over her clit, pulling it back and touching her exposed nub very lightly. Sandra screamed and pressed the palm of my open hand tightly against her clit as she thrust her hips up and down rapidly, orgasming again. She was screaming and moaning, twisting and thrusting her sex against my hand.

Her breath was coming in great gasps. “Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh. Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh.” Her hips continued their undulating movement as she held my hand tightly to her pussy, squirming around my hand as if it were a cock buried in her.

Slowly, the intensity of her orgasm began to subside and she just lay there, holding my hand to her pussy, now very slowly rotating her body under my palm. Her breathing began to return to normal and the pressure of her hands on mine relaxed.

Sandra opened her eyes and looked at me with such a loving expression. “Bobbie,” she breathed softly, “I love you so much. You make me feel so good. Your dad’s fantastic, but you’re heavenly. And you’ve barely touched me!”

“Sandra, sex izle my sweet darling, would you like me to touch you?” I asked softly, playing my finger tips lightly over her breasts and thighs.

“I don’t know if I could stand it,” she replied, “but I’d surely like to find out!”

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” I said, “we’ll be a lot more comfortable there.”

Sandra scooped up her bikini parts and we walked, hand in hand, into the family room. There we found Beckie kneeling in front of my dad seated on the sofa, with her lips wrapped around his stiff member, sliding up and down, her nose pressing into his pubic hair as she deep throated him. He was moaning with joy and her eyes were closed as she worked on him. He was gently playing with her breasts. One of her hands was grasping his ball sac and the other was stroking her pussy. We went by them quietly, not wishing to interrupt in any way.

I led Sandra to my bedroom and laid her down in the middle of my bed, her head cushioned on my pillows. I stood at the foot of the bed so she could see me fully and slowly stripped off my bikini, gently cupping my breasts as I released the clasp between them. I rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pulled on them. They stiffened instantly pointing my pert, firm breasts straight at Sandra. She reached her hands out, inviting me onto the bed between her wide-spread thighs.

Getting up between her legs and leaning forward, I played my fingers over her swelling breasts. Again, I traced around her lovely globes until I reached her throbbing nipples. She moaned loudly and reached out for my breasts, tenderly cupping them and then, playing with my nipples, softly pinched and stroked up and down with her fingertips.

Leaning down, I ran the tip of my tongue around the areola of her right breast. I could feel the little bumps as my tongue traversed around and then I lapped over the top of Sandra’s engorged, hard nipple. She gasped aloud and held my face in her hands, pulling my mouth to her breast. I opened my lips wide and sucked as much of her ample breast into my mouth as I could. I pulled up on it until only her hardened nipple was still between my lips and raced the tip of my tongue back and forth over it, lashing my tongue tip over it as if it were a little cockhead.

Sandra screamed with pleasure and wrapped her legs around my hips. The sensations I was evoking in her breast raced to her pussy and she thrust her hips up at me, begging for me to give attention to the center of her sex.

I shifted my mouth to her left breast and repeated what I had done to her right breast. Sandra screamed again and thrashed about under my mouth, pressing me hard to her and bucking her hips up and down. Her chest was heaving with her ragged and labored breathing.

Pulling gently back and with the fingertips of both my hands, I stroked down her tummy, around her mons and on down to her knees over her wide-spread thighs. Her pink pussy was opened wide and flowing. It glistened in the soft light and seemed to clutch and relax, over and over again. Her pussy was shaved clean, but did not look adolescent – it looked fully mature – Sandra was clearly a woman, a very sexual and passionate woman. Her labia were engorged, ranging from soft pink to raging red. Her juices were flowing copiously from her love tunnel at the lower end of her slit. And at the top of her pussy slit, the hood over her clit was pulled back and her swollen clit was sticking up like a small penis, begging to be loved.

I lowered my mouth to her mons and softly ran my tongue over the outside of her outer lips, up and down each side, gently nibbling on them and sucking them into my mouth. With the tip of my tongue, I explored between the outer and inner lips, being very careful not to touch her clit. Sandra, was squirming and moaning loudly, trying to thrust her clit to my mouth. I avoided it and continued to lap her outer lips with the flat of my tongue, even going down to that sensitive area between her pussy and her asshole. As I addressed this area, Sandra screamed and moaned quite loudly, bucking her hips rapidly up and down while at the same time, spreading her legs as widely as she could to give me free access to any of her I wished to make love to with my mouth. I did not actually touch her asshole, not wishing to possibly contaminate my mouth or fingers before giving her pussy my full attention.

Returning to minister to her labia, I stroked up and down slowly over their full length, still avoiding touching her clitoral nub. I came near it with each soft upward lap, but did not touch it, in spite of Sandra’s obvious efforts to get me to. The lapping of my tongue was steady, flowing, not abrupt or erratic.

When I sensed Sandra was building to another orgasm, I gently modified my tongue strokes to include the inner lips of her pussy and the entrance to her vagina, wiggling the tip of my tongue around and in and out. She responded by pulling on my head, pressing my mouth in firmly fransız porno against her. Her hips were twisting and thrusting up and down.

I sucked on the outer and inner lips of her pussy and occasionally nibbled on them very lightly with my teeth. I could feel Sandra beginning to stiffen.

She screamed out for me to suck on her clit. Instead, I simply placed my tongue flat over her nub and held it there while she soared over the top in a body-wrenching orgasm. She thrust her clit up hard against my tongue and rotated her pelvis around and around, shuddering and convulsing, her whole body centered on her clit pressed up against my flat tongue.

“Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh. Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh. Bobbbbbbbeeeeeeeeeee. Oh God, Oh God, Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh. I’m dying with pleasure! Noooooo, Oh God no, don’t stop, please, don’t stop. Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh.”

Sandra flopped up and down convulsively, her legs stiff and her hands holding my mouth tightly to her pussy. She was flowing copiously, her juices soaking my face and her pussy and thighs.

Slowly, she came down off her orgasmic high. The pressure of her hands on the back of my head relaxed and her body loosened. I slowly and tenderly ran my fingertips over her body, running over her breasts and tummy skipping over her mons to her inner thighs to her knees and back up to her tummy. Sandra opened her eyes, dreamily.

“Oh, Bobbie, I’ve never cum like that ever before. That was so fantastic, truly wondrous!”

“Do you think you could go on?” I asked.

Sandra looked at me incredulously. “You mean we haven’t peaked? There’s more? Even greater pleasure?” she breathed.

“Oh yes, my darling Sandra. There’s more!”

“Oh, Bobbie, I’m yours. Do what you want with me. I want to experience everything.”

I continued to tenderly stroke her body with my fingertips with feather light touches.

Sandra began to respond to my touches again, her pelvis thrusting up gently as my fingers ran over her mons and her thighs spreading as my fingers ran lightly over them.

I leaned forward and began to clean up the juices which had flowed out of her pussy from her previous orgasm with my lips and tongue. Sucking with my lips and using my tongue extensively, I lapped all over her sex, from her inner thighs, to near her asshole and up over her labia to near her clit, back and forth slowly, but steadily. I could feel her body begin to soar again as she got into my ministrations.

Now, as I began to concentrate on licking near her clit, I gently thrust a finger into her vagina, with my hand palm up. I keep my fingernails clipped short and filed very smooth to ensure I don’t ever hurt a partner.

I curled my finger up searching for that rough bumpy spot on the upper wall of her vagina. Finding it, I began to move my fingertip in a circular motion while inserting a second finger.

My tongue snaked up under the hood of her clit, wiggling against the nub first on one side and then the other, searching for the side which pleased Sandra most. Her response told me clearly which she liked most. Knowing this now, I could concentrate my tongue actions, swishing the tip of my tongue up and down on that side.

Sandra was moaning loudly and actually began to scream out as my lips gripped her clit at the same time my fingertips massaged her g-spot, pressing on it rhythmically, in time with my sucking her clit. Her body began to stiffen again and I could tell she was rapidly approaching another orgasm.

“Bobbieeeeeeee. I’m cummmmmmmminnnggg! Oh, God. I’m cummmmminnngggg! Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh!”

Sandra came repeatedly, over and over again. Her stiffened body made it difficult, but not impossible, for me to hold my fingertips on her g-spot and tongue her clit. She continued to soar higher and higher, screaming louder and louder. She began to squirt from her pussy, all over my hand, face, and everything else . . .

Then she just went totally limp and her ragged breathing calmed. She lay still, in a totally different space.

I looked up to see my dad and Beckie standing next to us, looking down at us, wonder and adoration on their faces.

As I slowly started to pull away from Sandra, she murmured, “No, please don’t leave me now. It’s so wonderful. Please don’t stop . . . “

I resumed my ministrations to her clit and g-spot, but softly now, gently playing with her sex.

Sandra continued to orgasm, wave after wave of intense pleasure flowing throughout her body.

“I’ve never felt so alive!” she breathed softly, a beatific smile playing continuously across her lovely face.

Dad and Beckie knelt on either side of us and began to trace their fingertips over Sandra’s breasts. Sandra moaned her approval. They both began to tongue her nipples, sucking with their lips and softly swirling their tongues around the stiff projections.

The three of us continued to pleasure Sandra for what seemed at teen porno least another half hour. Sandra just floated throughout this time, murmuring her joy and flowing juice from her pussy.

I slowed my actions more and more. As I did so I could sense Sandra was also slowly coming back down to earth. Finally, her eyes opened and she looked at me with such love in her eyes.

“Bobbie, I’ll never forget what you’ve just done for me. I’ve never known such joy, such intense pleasure and so sustained! You’re the most wonderful lover I’ve ever known. I want you to teach me so I can pleasure you as much as you have just pleasured me.”

Dad and Beckie stood up and walked behind me.

I was kneeling on all fours between Sandra’s legs. My behind was tilted up and my pussy was soaking wet from my own arousal while pleasuring Sandra. Suddenly I felt soft, gentle fingers stroking my inner thighs from my knees to my pussy. I spread my thighs to allow my unknown lover to access anything they wanted.

Beckie’s face appeared under my pussy. She lifted her mouth up to my slit and began to lick up and down, thrusting her tongue deeply between the lips of my pussy. Wow! It felt so good!

Fingers delved into the juices flowing from my cunt and spread the slickness up over my rosebud, a finger slipping in and slowly circling my sphincter, stretching it gently. Beckie continued to service my slit while Sandra kneaded and pinched my sensitive nipples tenderly. She gently pulled on my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, stroking up and down on them as if they were baby penises.

I felt something large, warm and smooth push at my stretched rosebud and the head of Dad’s lovely, big cock slid into my ass. I was thrilled with pleasure and pushed back onto his stiff shaft as the girls continued to pleasure me, each in a different way. Virtually all my erogenous zones were being played on, gently, tenderly, with love.

Shifting the angle of my backside allowed Dad to slip further into me until I could feel him all the way in.

Beckie, while sucking on my clit, was also playing with Dad’s balls, rubbing them and squeezing them gently. She was really getting into pleasuring both of us. Her tongue lashed my clit, her lips sucked on my pussy lips and her teeth nibbled softly on my nubbin, sending flashes of lightning through my whole body.

Sandra had turned around so that she could slide under my arms and alternately suck and nibble on my nipples.

I was rapidly building to a blinding orgasm. My intestinal muscles clutched at Dad’s gorgeous cock as it slid slickly in and out of my ass. He gradually increased the length and speed of his thrusts into me. Each time he buried himself in me, my muscles sought to hold him there, contracting tightly around his shaft. At the same time, Beckie would gently squeeze his balls and suck hard on my clit. Sandra was nursing on my nipples as if she fully expected to draw milk from them.

Out of the center of my sex, my orgasm began to crescendo. “Aaaaaggggghhhhggghhhh. I’m cummmmminnnnggg!” I shouted, my body screaming with passion and incredible sensations, all over it!

I shoved back hard on my dad’s wonderful cock spearing into my guts. He went over the edge and welling up from his heavy balls being squeezed by Beckie, his cum shot up his shaft and splattered all over my insides. He held his cock buried to the hilt in me as we both orgasmed, his cum leaking out the sides around his thick shaft. It dripped down onto Beckie’s mouth as she continued to lap at my clit, mixing with my cunt juices spewing out of my pussy.

Beckie screamed as she too came, rubbing her clit with her free hand. I had been rubbing Sandra’s slit with one of my hands and she too exploded into an orgasm just as I did, pushed over the edge by my screams of pleasure.

I almost collapsed at that point, pleasure screaming throughout my throbbing body. Fortunately, my dad held onto me and kept me from smothering Beckie and Sandra. Beckie proceeded to clean up the mixture of my juices and my dad’s cum from my pussy and ass with her lips and tongue. Dad slowly pulled out of my ass as his cock softened and the head popped out with a ‘plop’ sound.

Sandra pulled up away from me and Dad allowed my body to slowly descend to the bed. He stepped back from me and helped Beckie stand. I rolled over onto my back and looked at each of them, in turn.

“Wow!” was all I could say. I gulped for air, my breasts heaving up and down, my entire body still tingling with delight.

“Believe it or not guys, I’m hungry again,” I said, as I sat up.

My dad went into the bathroom with Beckie to shower and Sandra and I both pushed in with them. Sure, it was crowded, but soaping each other up was loads of fun.

After we dried each other off, Beckie and Sandra dressed, while my dad and I remained naked. We were used to going about the house that way.

It was time for Beckie and Sandra to go home. Sandra hugged me passionately and said, “Can I come back over soon, so you can give me lessons in creating pleasure?” Her face was flushed with excitement.

“What time tomorrow morning would be convenient for you?” was my response. Beckie grinned broadly and asked if three was a crowd.

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Of course there will be an epilogue!

Sawyer hadn’t heard from Kiana in 3 days. He sat on his couch with his cell phone on the small table before him. He had been in that location for over 15 minutes, considering and reconsidering the idea of giving her a call. He usually wouldn’t have had a problem with calling her up, but an indescribable blockade between them was holding him back. In his core he could feel their distance and that scared him a bit. To think he and Kiana were growing apart in some way made his stomach weak. He picked up the phone and dialed her number in a fluid movement that required absolutely no thinking.

The other line rang out for what seemed like hours before it reached the robotic answer machine. Sawyer waited for his turn to speak.

“Hey, it’s me. I just wanted to know if you wanted to do something tonight—it’s Friday so I know you have tutoring but maybe afterward I’d come get you… if you wanted.” Sawyer immediately ended the call with a palm to his forehead.

What the hell is she doing to me? He asked himself before taking a long, hot shower.

*

Kiana’s phone rang and she made no effort to get to it. She let it vibrate out in her purse as she had been doing for the past few days. She sat in the silence of the public library and closed her eyes momentarily. Her feet were tucked under herself on a secluded bench as people functioned around her. She laid her heated head against the big cold window, streaked with rain and fell into a light slumber. But just as she should’ve known, closing her eyes for even a moment left her heart clenching in pain.

*

Sawyer pulled up to the Hooters and threw his car into park. After sulking in his apartment for the remainder of the day with hopes Kiana would call him back, he decided he’d be a little more proactive. He stepped inside the restaurant and quickly scanned the room. He couldn’t see Kiana around, or her friend. But he’d ask someone just in case. A tall blonde girl strolled toward him with a welcoming smile and even more welcoming chest. She put a hand on her hip and opened her mouth to speak.

“Just one, love?” She questioned in a voice of surprise.

“Is Kiana here?” He asked, hardly looking her in the eye.

“No, she called off today.” She said a bit dully. Sawyer had come to the conclusion that something was off. His fresh fury with Kiana had turned into a bit of worry. Without saying another word, he turned on his heel and was back at his car with a new destination in mind.

*

“Key, you sure you’ll be okay? I don’t have to work today.” Janelle asked quietly. Kiana was putting on her slippers so she could walk Janelle out. She unconsciously shook her head.

“Eric would be pissed if we both called off —you go. I’m perfectly fine.” Kiana told her, ushering her out the door with a nudge on her shoulder. She carefully closed it so she wouldn’t disturb her sleeping roommate. Janelle faced Kiana in the hall and looked her friend in the eyes. She did look fine, although Janelle knew better. She had mastered the poker face.

“I love you.” Janelle told her quietly, brushing a piece of hair off the lenses of her glasses. Kiana looked down at her feet and took a hard gulp. Janelle had shared that bit of information twice in the course of their friendship, but it meant even more now because she was sure there was no one else in this world capable of saying it meaningfully.

“I love you too.” Kiana replied. Tears were piercing at her cornea and she desperately needed to be alone.

“It’s 8, your shift starts soon.” She told her. Kiana led the way down the hall to the front door. The dorm halls were quiet and still which was odd considering it was a Friday night. Janelle opened the front door and the breeze was harsh on Kiana’s body from where she stood. Janelle walked out the front door and to her car until another vehicle came to a screeching halt a few cars down from her. He parallel parked quickly and slammed his front car door. She gripped her door handle as steps were pounding up the walkway to the front entrance. Janelle recognized the silhouette and called for it. Sawyer threw his body in her direction and gave her a hard stare.

“What are you doing here?” Janelle asked across the hood of her car. Sawyer wore a t-shirt, sweats and bedroom slippers. It was a clear indication that his visit was sporadic and done unmistakably on a whim.

“I’m going to see Kiana.” He said nastily, as if challenging her presence here too. She rolled her eyes and sighed, releasing a cloud in the air. Their genuine dislike for one another was more than evident.

“Did she call you?” Janelle said in a same tone. Sawyer’s eyebrows raised in astonishment followed by a huff of offensive annoyance.

“Go ahead and worry about yourself.” He said with a smirk, secretly declaring it wasn’t any of her business to begin with. Janelle snarled and jumped in her car to pull off. Sawyer walked through the small common room and into the long chain of dorms linked together by sikiş izle a hallway. He could see Kiana’s frame entering a room and closing the door behind her. Sawyer was right on her tail and knocked on her dorm. It opened slowly and Kiana stood in its entryway. She wore a baggy sweatshirt and shorts threatening to turn themselves into underwear. As if it were a reflex, she tried to close the door on Sawyer but he pressed a palm against it.

“What the hell is going on?” Sawyer asked her. He took notice of how difficult it was for her to make eye contact with him and it was agitating. His heavy breathing was the only thing heard between them both. Sawyer’s anger had resurfaced when he’d seen Janelle. He pressed her chin up a bit rougher than he had planned and irritably searched her eyes.

“You fucking someone?” He inquired, jumping to an outrageous conclusion. Luckily Kiana wasn’t in the right state of mind to challenge him the way that comment required. Kiana made a revolted expression and pushed his arm away with a huff. She stepped into the hallway.

“I just need some time to myself.” She tried to explain quietly.

“Janelle is time to yourself?” Sawyer was growing frustrated.

“Yes.” She said plainly, hoping it would be enough to satisfy him. But of course he stood still, continuing to stare her down.

“Are you pregnant?” He could feel his heart contracting in his chest as if it was being restrained, denying him a whole clench to pump oxygen around his body. His body’s functioning capabilities seemed to rely on her answer.

“No.” Kiana replied in a monotone voice. Sawyer let out a breath of relief and ran a hand through his hair. After he collected himself he looked at her expectantly.

“Then what is it?” He asked with a more delicate attitude, trying another tactic of persuasion. He put both hands alongside the width of her head. Her face was scorching his palms. She finally looked him in his eyes and Sawyer found himself mesmerized by their chocolate color. But a certain spec was grabbing his attention.

“Is it your dad?” He whispered. She nodded her head minimally, as if she was a little girl.

“I’ll take you over there.” He stated. In an instant he had her hand captured into his and had begun walking to the front entrance.

“Sawyer…” Kiana whispered, trying to regain his attention. Fright and terror began settling in her abdomen at the thought of visiting that house. Her air filled lungs deepened and it suddenly felt like the walls were closing in on her. Kiana ripped her palm out of his chilled hand. Sawyer stopped walking a few feet from her and turned around. The contorted expression of pure nausea on Kiana’s face paired with her light head shaking gave its own translation. Sawyer practically ran to gather her into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry.” He didn’t think he could tell her enough.

*

Sawyer agreed to take Kiana on errands that next day. They were now sitting in the office of her father’s lawyer. During his healthier years, he had been in a mild car accident and befriended his attorney. Kiana had no idea whether or not he is associated with his will, but she had to try. Sawyer massaged her warm hand on his lap as they waited for the lawyer to come into the meeting room.

“Good morning.” Someone announced behind them. A small black man appeared on Sawyer’s left and rounded the length of the table to reach the opposite side. He pulled back the chair and sat down with a languid sigh. His briefcase was placed on the table and he crossed his hands in front of himself.

“Good morning.” Kiana and Sawyer said in unison. The man had a thick mustache peppered in grays below light, caramel brown eyes.

“I’m Mr. Williams, you’re father’s lawyer. May I first say I’m very sorry for your loss. Your father was a great man and you have my condolences.” Kiana swallowed hard.

“Thank you.” She said quietly in the large space.

The man began rummaging through his briefcase until he came upon a worn, large yellow envelope. It was closed with the metal tab along the top. Mr. Williams slid it across the table and Kiana huffed out a breath of disbelief. Her father’s messy script was plastered on the cover, broadcasting her first, middle and last name. Kiana ran her hand along the top, letting the feel of the tattooed ink run under her digits.

“I think everything inside is self explanatory. I’m only the messenger. But if you have any questions you can tell my assistant and I’ll be happy to answer anything. Nice meeting you.” Mr. Williams stood and reached his hand across the table. Sawyer and Kiana shook it warmly.

Soon Kiana and Sawyer were alone. She couldn’t get herself to open the envelope. Her fears were set on the enigma inside. The power over her emotions relied on its contents. Her palms grew sticky under the oak table and she could see the wetness leaving its mark.

“Kiana?” Sawyer cooed. He too could feel her slicked palms in his and her pretty golden face was blushed in grey. He stroked her brazzers palm a bit to revive her. Kiana didn’t reply, but instead removed her hand from Sawyer’s so she could open the thick packet. She took out the sheets of paper inside first. The one on top of the pile was a handwritten letter.

Hey nana, it’s your daddy.

You’re my

girl, so of course I left you all my stuff. Take care of my record collection! I have money for you in a vault at the bank in town. That money is for school, ONLY. Don’t you do anything else with that money Kiana—school ONLY. The house is yours to do whatever you’d like. I understand if you need to sell it, that’s fine with me. I have a phonebook in my sock drawer with Ohio family inside. Make sure you get a death certificate so you can get the insurance money too. Use that for funeral arrangements.

Honey, I don’t know how the hell I died, but I’m sorry I did. I love you and I never want you to feel alone in this world. Your mother and I are watching down on you with smiles on our faces… as long as you stay your ass in school.

-5/24/98

Kiana hadn’t shed a tear. She put the note on the table emotionlessly and moved on to the next document in the pile. It was a copy of the house deeds. A key was in the bottom of the envelope and she could only guess it was to the vault. A number was branded on its rubber handle. Kiana looked at Sawyer as he skimmed over the letter.

“Ready to go?” She asked normally. He nodded with an uncertain appearance and Kiana stood up and out of her seat. She gathered the folder and led the way back to the car.

*

Kiana looked at the digital clock on the other side of Sawyer’s sleeping body. It read 3:24 AM. She hadn’t even realized so much time had gone by since she and Sawyer called it a night. She stayed motionless so Sawyer would go undisturbed but her mind was moving frantically. She couldn’t explain the feeling within her, but it wasn’t one of grief. It felt as if she was finally at peace now that she knew her father was too. She never knew there was a stomach jerking twinge of sadness in her core until it was no longer there. The presence of angels around her was apparent, even as her head rested on a pillow at the break of dawn.

She had always known her dad was unhappy. Despite what had happened, and where he was mentally, Kiana knew he was aware of what situation he was in. He knew that life wasn’t meant to be lived in a bedroom with people carrying you to a toilet. He was miserable and now he was no longer in that state of depression. He was contentedly walking in heaven with his beautiful brown bride by his side. Kiana couldn’t stop the smile pulling at her lips. She wouldn’t cry for her father—he’d never want that. He’d want her to celebrate his life and show her how much she appreciated her own. Starting with her college degree.

She looked up at Sawyer and couldn’t believe how good he had been to her. He’d driven her all over the state of Rhode Island. Kiana had managed to get funeral arrangements together, gather a death certificate, speak to a life insurance consultant and retrieve the 75,000 dollars her father left for her schooling. The unknown savings pile was a surprise to her, but a pleasant one at that. She’d no longer have to worry about pinching pennies each semester, and she’d hopefully be done with all her student loans. Sawyer offered to help Kiana pay for the tombstone, as that had been the most expensive item in relation to the funeral. But Kiana purposed she see if his help was needed before she accepted.

Sawyer shifted a little beside her and Kiana allowed her eyes to drift toward him again. She would’ve never guessed he’d be such a great consoler. Kiana could see he was anticipating the moment where she’d burst out into tears, but it wouldn’t come. She didn’t think she’d ever mourn the way anyone would expect. When a loved one becomes a casualty and that casualty alters your life, a piece of you secretly is prepared for the worst. Even if you’re hoping for a miracle, you still know reality. Kiana had come to terms with the reality long ago.

A loud beeping noise sounded in the room and Kiana jumped a bit. Sawyer groaned awake and turned to shut off the side alarm. Kiana looked at the clock in doubt; it was 6:30. Sawyer turned to her and the dim morning light shone on his skin. Kiana looked out the window and into the center of the sun which she hadn’t noticed was rising. Sawyer ran a hand over her forehead and down her crown. His upper half was supported by his elbow and he gazed into her eyes from above.

“You okay?” He asked, massaging her scalp gently. Kiana sighed and nodded simultaneously.

“You didn’t sleep.” He stated, pushing his eyebrows into a tight line. Concern filled his eyes and Kiana averted her gazed momentarily.

“Are you working today?” Kiana told him silently, glancing at the clock. Sawyer wrapped her knee around his waist and flipped onto his back so Kiana was lying onto his chest. He could feel her melting fake taxi porno into his shape and a moan of relaxation fled her lips. He knew she’d fall asleep soon.

“Don’t worry about it.” He whispered in response.

*

The next time Kiana was conscious again, she was in bed alone. The rising sun was now setting and the room was dark. She padded out into the living area and could hear faint talking coming from somewhere. Sawyer’s bare back was outlined in flexing muscles and deep cuts under his cute little freckles. A phone was up to his ears and he wore cotton sweats.

“I got a call a few hours ago from the funeral arrangers and they confirmed Wednesday at 1.” He was speaking gently. The other person must’ve just agreed because they began to wrap the conversation up.

“Alright, we’ll see you—” He cut his sentence short. A few more seconds passed until he spoke again, this time his voice was much more saddened.

“Yeah, she’s doing well… much better than you’d expect.” He replied. Kiana felt weird listening in on his conversation while she was the topic. But it warmed her heart to hear him speak in such a voice in regards to her emotional state.

“Okay, see you soon.” He hung up the phone and pivoted around. The phone was still in his hand and his eyes were glued to it. Kiana noticed the booklet in his opposite palm that his thumb held open.

“What’s that?” She asked softly, scaring him the slightest bit. He captured her eyes and put the phone down.

“I—I went and got your dad’s uh, phonebook.” He replied cautiously. Kiana was relieved. She wasn’t ready to step a foot into that house, let alone rummage through his things.

“Thank you. I appreciate everything.” She said, gesturing toward the phone. He had been notifying long distance family about something she should’ve done the first second Nicolette had called her with news her dad wouldn’t wake up from his nap.

“It’s nothing, honestly.” Sawyer just wanted to be there for her. He didn’t want her to feel like she had to be strong, or try and do everything on her own. She was sleeping so peacefully; the first snore he’d ever heard exit her lips had been that afternoon. It hurt him to know her mind was hindering her from getting rest.

“I think I called everyone that would answer. Those who didn’t, I left a message.” He told her. Kiana shifted on her two feet and crossed her arms over her chest. The baggy sleeves of Sawyer’s thermal were helpful in the process of warming her arms. Although her bare legs weren’t as lucky.

“Th—”

“Stop thanking me. I did it for myself just as much as I did it for you.” He needed to take up opportunities to help. He’d go insane from an unpronounced guilt if he sat by and held her hand until everything was over. That wasn’t how he operated, especially not with Kiana. She nodded silently. An awkward stillness fell over them as Sawyer wondered if he was too harsh on her. But shit, he really hated when she treated him like a friend.

“I got you Chinese.” Sawyer announced. Kiana turned around and saw the paper bag idle on the counter.

“I’m not hungry, tha—”This time she cut herself off. Without anything else for her to say, she went back into the bedroom to hopefully continue her lengthy nap.

*

Kiana and Sawyer pulled up to the church. There were few cars parked outside because Kiana wanted to get there 45 minutes early to make sure everything was in place. She stepped out of the VW. She’d worn a knee length black wrap dress over black stockings and black flats. Sawyer was a black button down tucked into deep grey slacks. He escorted Kiana up the steps and into the church. The choir was already seated and warming up at the start of the room. There was one woman wandering through the pews.

“Good afternoon.” She said. She wore all black and had short blonde hair. Her smile was warm, a bit too warm for Kiana’s tastes. Maybe it had something to do with the man on her arm or even the fact that she didn’t have to burry a loved one a few hours from then. Either one, Kiana wasn’t feeling her bubbly attitude.

“Hi.” She said simply. Sawyer on the other hand didn’t see the purpose in giving the woman a cold shoulder.

“Good afternoon.” He replied. Kiana busied herself with looking the church over. Her eyes found the open casket and she could go nowhere else. She stared at it, wishing her feet could bring her closer.

“Here’s the obituary.” The woman said, handing Kiana a copy of the obituary she made a few days ago. It was a thick paper folded down the center. A picture of her dad was vivid on the cover, right above his name. His date of birth and date of passing were there too.

Kiana had no idea why she didn’t respond. She just stepped away from the two of them and slowly made her way down the aisle. She could feel everyone’s eyes watching her. The choir, reverend, woman and Sawyer were waiting for her reaction. She couldn’t get there fast enough, the church seemed 2 miles long in length.

When she finally made it to the start of the room, she smiled. Her dad laid peacefully in the cushioned bed of eternity. She ran her hand over his stiff cheek, taking in his appearance. His long lashes were perfect. He always had few wrinkles, but he looked so young then.

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WARNING: Mind-altering drugs play a part in this story. In this story, the experience is totally benign and uplifting, just as the sex is. But if the subject matter is not your cup of tea, please look elsewhere.

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Let’s see. When I left you all, Jeff was fucking Jessie, Sara was fucking Ellie, and I was fucking Paul. And that only got us up to Christmas Eve. Then it really got strange.

When I woke up on Christmas morning, with Paul still nestled in my arms asleep, I slipped out of the sofa-bed to pee. I was in the bathroom when I heard a door open down the hall. I went back into the living room, but there was a change … there was Jessie stretched out on the old couch. She looked up at me sleepily.

“Is everything OK with you and Jeff?” I asked.

She smiled. “It’s fine. But he wants you now. I heard you get up and go to the bathroom, so I figured that I’d leave him to you.”

“Can I get you a blanket?”

“All right.”

So I went into the linen closet, fetched another blanket, tucked Jessie in, and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled again and closed her eyes, so I left her and slipped into the bed next to Jeff.

“Come here, Emily. Let me hug you Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas yourself! How did it go?”

“Well, not the way I expected. We got it on, but then we both kind of lost interest. You know, it was one of those one-night-stand things, like she was thinking. ‘Look, I need you and you need me. Let’s do it and get it over with.’ But afterwards, she didn’t want to fuck any more. I asked her if everything was OK, and she said ‘Yeah. The sex was good. But I’ve decided that I don’t want to be your lover after all. I want to be your kid sister.’

“So we lay there for a long time, talking about growing up in the old house as kids, when we last slept in the same room. I must have been nine, and she was seven. She’d crawl into my bed on Christmas Eve, and we’d talk about what Santa Claus would bring us. It was so sweet. And last night, it was like she was that kid sister again. I tried to put the moves on her a second time, but she kissed me and said, ‘No, dear.’ So we just held each other for a long time, and then we drifted off to sleep.”

“Did you tell her that you wanted me here?”

“No. But I think she knew. She knew I needed some more pussy, but she knows that you’re the one to give it to me, not her.”

And I did. We made slow, sweet love, everything at half speed, and when he climaxed and relaxed, he held me very, very tight. “That’s what the difference is,” he murmured.

“What difference?” I said lazily.

“When I made it with her, there was lust, and then I came, and it was over. But with you, I just want it to go on and on. I want to crawl right up inside you. I don’t ever want to let you go again.”

I smiled. “I feel the same way. I love you so much, Jeff.”

“Emily, I’m going to make you a promise, right now. For the next two years, I promise that I will make no plans that don’t include you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.”

“Is that a marriage proposal?”

He chuckled. “No, but it’s close. It’s like ‘engaged to be engaged.’ But I’m serious.”

“Then I’ll make the same promise. For starts, I’d like to apply to Stanford for graduate school. Or maybe UC Berkeley. It’s got a great engineering department, too.”

“Oh, Emily. I’d like that so much. We wouldn’t have a half a continent between us.”

“And I’d still let you fuck Elly.”

“And I’ll still let you fuck Elly, too,” he laughed. “Not that I’d stand a chance of breaking you two apart!”

“Jeff, you’ve just given me the best Christmas present ever! I love you, I love you, I love you…” And I peppered him with kisses, and that turned into more lovemaking. I blew him to get him hard again, and realized with a start that I was tasting Jessie on him as well as me. That got me thinking about her titties, and soon I was as aroused as Jeff was. “You know,” I said as he slid into me, “was Jessie hot in bed? I mean, when you first started fucking? Did she like having her boobs squeezed?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s got really sensitive nipples. Like yours. And like Mom’s. Why? Are you thinking of getting it on with her?”

“In my fantasies, maybe. But I don’t think she goes that way. She’s pretty hetero.”

“If there’s anybody that can knock her out of that, it would be you and Elly. You girls are sex maniacs!” And we laughed, and then started the old dance again. This time, it was even slower and sweeter, because we both wanted this moment to last forever.

But eventually the smell of brewing coffee and sizzling sausage filled the air, beckoning us to breakfast. When Jeff and I got to the kitchen, the others were already there. Jeff immediately went over to his sister and whispered something in her ear. She reached out and squeezed his hand, whispered something back, and then they exchanged chaste brother-sister kisses on the cheek. There didn’t seem to be any hard feelings about last night.

Elly brazzers and Sara hadn’t showered, and we joked about how they smelled like a brothel, but they told me I wasn’t one to talk. They were right, of course!

After breakfast came the flurry of preparing the Christmas dinner. I made some cranberry sauce, which was about the only thing up to my cooking skills. The boys prepared the turkey, and Sara and Elly made some apple pies from scratch. By the time the turkey was in the oven, it was one o’clock, so we got dressed and piled into the car.

The newspaper said that Porter’s Pond, in a county park just outside town, had over four inches of ice on it, and Elly was hankering to get some skating in. Jessie loaned her a pair of ice skates which were a half-size too large, but Elly assured us that if she wore a few layers of socks, they’d fit fine. Jeff, Paul and Sara had their own pairs of skates, and Sara loaned me hers, which actually fit pretty well. I’d never ice skated before, but I had some in-line roller skates when I was a kid, and I figured that it couldn’t be too much different.

And it wasn’t, although I found myself wobbling around a lot, trying to remember how to skate. But Elly! She was a wonder! When she got out to strut her stuff, the rest of us just retired to the park benches that fronted the pond. Soon, the other skaters did, too. It was clear that she needed a lot of room to do her thing, but everybody willingly granted her all the space she needed. They all realized that they were watching a world-class figure skater. As for me, all I could do was watch her with my jaw hanging down to my tits. For her, all the rules of gravity and inertia seemed to be suspended. She literally flew around on the ice, then off it, in high graceful leaps. She’d generate amazing speed, then turn on a dime, or trace slow, graceful loops on the surface of the ice, coasting on one skate while her other leg and her arms were outstretched. And then she’d do the same thing, backwards! I mean, she’d told me that she skated, but damn! I’d seen a lot of figure skating on television during the Olympics, and hers looked every bit as good. She gave us about twenty minutes, and when she stopped, all the spectators gave her a thunderous round of applause, which she accepted with a graceful curtsy and not a shred of surprise. Applause was not a new thing for her.

As for me, there was no way I’d be caught dead on the ice after that. By comparison, I’d look like an ostrich with arthritis. I took off my skates and gave back to Sara. She laced them up and grabbed Jeff’s hand, and they took to the ice together, skating as a pair. I looked for Jessie, wondering if she wanted her skates back from Elly so she could skate, too. Then I saw her on one of the picnic table benches, in deep conversation with Paul.

So instead I talked with Elly. She apologized … apologized! … for her performance. “The skates weren’t comfortable, they didn’t really feel secure, and they weren’t very sharp, either. And I was holding back because that’s natural ice, which is a lot bumpier than the dressed surface of a rink.”

“You were … holding back? Damn, girl! What are you like when you’re not holding back? You could be in the Olympics!”

“Maybe ten years ago. In fact, I almost was. But I came down wrong in practice before the trials, and sprained my right ankle pretty badly. The doctor gave me two choices: he could wrap me up and put me on painkillers and let me do the trials, and run the risk of fucking up the ankle for good. Or I could withdraw from the trials and just let it heal. I withdrew. I sometimes wonder if I made the right choice.”

“Well, if you’d competed and fucked up the ankle, I’d have never seen what I saw today. You did good.” And I hugged her. We watched Jeff and Sara do their thing, and it was obvious that they’d been doing this for years and knew what their partner was expecting. They didn’t look like mother and son, but like lovers, and I wondered if Sara was getting that old itch again. Meanwhile, Jessie and Paul continued their conversation in private.

Well, three hours later, we were home and the cranberry sauce was chilled and the turkey was cooked. We added some mashed potatoes with gravy, some broccoli, a salad, and some dinner rolls, put the pies in to bake, and ate like pigs. It was dark by the time we’d finished, and we had a nice long walk around the neighborhood while the pies cooled, to help digest the feast. Then came dessert, some very nice dessert wine, and some even nicer weed.

And then we were all naked in the hot tub, soaking our aching muscles. Man, I thought I was in shape from all the tennis, but my body was complaining, particularly my ass and ankles. But everybody else had it worse, except for Paul and Jessie, who hadn’t skated at all. Jeff was probably in the worst shape, since he hadn’t been to a gym in weeks. We were chatting merrily away when Paul looked at Sara and said, “Do you think it’s time?”

“Time for what?” I asked.

“We cuckold porno have a special Christmas treat. I got it from a former student two days ago. Have you tried psilocybin?”

“No. How do you silo-sibe?”

Sara laughed. “No. Psilocybin. Magic mushrooms!”

“God, no! I’ve heard about them, though.”

“Well, we have some. Gary knows somebody who grows them, and he gives me a few every year at Christmastime. I think we have enough to give everybody a buzz. Are you game?”

I looked at Elly, who was nodding vigorously. “Emily, you should try it, even if it’s only once!”

“I don’t know. It’s like a mind drug, isn’t it? Like acid?”

“It’s mind and body.”

“Do people have bad trips? I’ve heard about them.”

“Not likely,” Paul said. “We won’t be taking that much, and bad trips are almost always the result of unfriendly environments. You can’t get a friendlier environment than this, with people you love all around you.”

I looked at Jessie and Jeff. “Have you guys tried it?”

They nodded. “Dad gave us some last Christmas,” Jeff said. “It was great. You should try it, Emily.”

“So … do you smoke it? I don’t do needles, you know.”

“Oh, you don’t use needles. You could smoke it, but it’s better if you just eat it.”

“Or drink it,” Sara said. “What we do is chop them up in a blender, add some milk and ice cream, and make a milkshake.”

“You guys wouldn’t steer me wrong, would you?”

Elly got up and kissed me, and said, “Emily, we would never, never do that. Trust us.”

So I did. And that was the beginning of the wildest Christmas I ever had. Also the horniest. When they said it was both mind and body, they weren’t kidding!

Sara made the milkshakes, and we each drank a glass and sat back in the hot tub to let it take effect. My first impression was that objects seem to glow. Sara got out of the tub, lit a dozen candles, and placed them around the hot tub. Then she lit some incense, turned down the lights, and slipped back into the tub. Her nipples seemed to be longer, and pinker, than usual. Was that the effect of the drug on her? Or on me?

Elly, slut that she was, started masturbating right there in the water as soon as she felt the drug kick in. Then she gave me a sultry smile. I started getting horny, too, and I played with my cunt lips. Wow! It was like every time I touched them, my body struck a chord. I pinched my nipples, and there was another chord. I felt like a guitar, vibrating from the sound. I touched my clittie, and the chord went all the way from my toes to my ears. I looked at Jessie. She was rolling her nipples back and forth with her thumbs and forefingers, her eyes were shut tight, and there was a shit-eating grin on her face. Soon everybody’s hands were at their crotches, and then on everybody else’s crotches.

Before I knew it, we were in two trios, with each threesome groping each other. Jeff and Elly and I formed one, and Paul and his wife and daughter the other. To my surprise, Paul and Jessie were fondling each other like lovers, and Sara was hugging them both. I could not tear my eyes away from Jessie’s perfect breasts, now being kneaded by Paul and Sara. Her nips were sticking out almost as much as her mother’s did, dark and plump on swollen, cone-shaped areolas. Two hands were pinching them, one male, one female. Meanwhile, Jeff and Elly were playing with my own nipples. I wished I had those perfect tits of Jessie’s, and began to weep at the fact that mine were so small. But then Elly and Jeff began to suck on my nipples, and I felt them swell. I also felt my breasts swell, too. Not my real ones, but astral ones that began to grow and fill and hang as my lovers sucked on them. I could almost feel the milk welling up inside them and spilling into the sucking mouths. And I wept some more, but this time in joy.

Jeff and Paul were rock hard. I’d never seen their penises so large, jutting out at impossibly high angles from their crotches. Pre-cum was oozing out of their caps. At that point, they were more than penises to me. They seemed to glow with a warm throbbing light. They were fountains of life, ready to gush forth their life-giving essence. In my drug-heightened imagination, I almost expected them to cum in streams of brilliant white light instead of jism. Sara started stroking Paul’s cock, and I echoed every move on Jeff’s. Within seconds they came, their beautiful cum arcing out of their cocks, as high as their chests. Paul’s cum disappeared into the swirling water, but Jeff’s landed on Elly’s tits. I licked it off, and then touched my finger to her clit. She came, then, with a little cry. And because I was her soul-sister, more attuned to her by the drug than ever, I came, too. I swooned, and Jeff caught me. And all around me, there was swirling light and what sounded like singing and chanting coming from far away. I heard Sara give a gasp; she was cumming, too. Then the sound died away.

Was I coming down? No, the drug was czech porno just shifting gears, and coming back in a different way. It was as if we were all lust, all gonads and genitalia, the rest of our bodies shrinking into nothingness. I hugged Jeff and found, to my surprise, that he was still hard after his cum. I sat him on the underwater bench, grabbed his cock, and guided it into me, and neither of us moved as I stared into his eyes. It was amazing. I could feel his cock buzzing in me, like a vibrator, and it got me off without his even moving. But I didn’t move, either. I stayed perfectly still as the orgasm washed over me. I felt hands on my tits. Sara’s hands. I came again. All of a sudden, Jeff’s cock was too much to bear, like it would burn my insides out if I stayed on him, and I stood up, releasing his cock. He groaned as he felt the sudden heat of the water on it.

Sara looked at me imploringly. I glanced down at her tits, and saw that her nipples were as long and fat and full as I’ve ever seen them. To me, they looked like miniature penises. I took one in each hand and pulled on them, and she gasped as she came. And then she moved between me and Jeff, faced him, and sat down on his cock, slipping it into her own vagina. She gave a deep sigh. Gone were any scruples she may have had about fucking her son. Now he was only a cock that needed a cunt, and she was only a cunt that needed a cock, and their mating seemed right and proper and inevitable, not only to them but to the rest of us as well. I pressed my tits into her back, reached around, and resumed yanking on her nips. I felt hard nipples pressing against my own back. It was Elly. Her arms snaked around me and crossed themselves in front of me, each hand on my breast and squeezing a nipple. I felt streams of energy coursing from her nipples into her hands, and then to my nipples, coursing down my arms and hands into Sara’s own tits. It was like all three of us women were cumming at the same time, sharing our orgasms, but it wasn’t cumming, exactly. It was like ecstasy, like a rapture, pure soul-energy and not lust.

My body suddenly became super-sensitive again, and I had to get out of the water. Everybody else did, too, and we took towels and dried each other, slowly and lovingly. Jeff’s cock was still rock-hard, and Paul’s was thickening and lengthening again as well. Their cocks seemed bathed in the swirling light. I noticed, too, that every one of us women had an erect clit, protruding from its hood like a tiny cock, begging for attention. Our bodies had the swirling light as well, centered not on our clits but on the area between our slits and our navels: our wombs. The light was in various shades of pink: Jessie’s and mine was the palest pink, Elly’s a rose pink, and Sara’s a deeper pink.

Jessie took her boobs into her hands, lifting them, massaging them. Sara and Elly followed suit. I stroked my astral boobs, flicking the nipples. The men gazed at us dreamily, their own cocks hard and twitching. Then something happened that I did not expect.

I saw Jessie drop her boobs, go over to her father, and embrace him. She kissed him wantonly, sucking his lips into her mouth and chewing on them. It was plain that she was asking for sex, not love. He recoiled at first, and Jessie looked distressed, like a little girl being denied a treat. But Sara whispered something into Paul’s ear. He began to cry. Jessie started crying, too. And then they embraced harder, with a crescendo of passion.

“Please excuse us,” I heard Paul say from what seemed like a great distance away. And he and Jessie left the room, arm in arm. I looked at Sara, who was tugging on her clit, but Sara wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at Jeff. Lust was written all over her face, an expression I had come to know well. I went over to Jeff and hugged him. “Go to your mother. Go.” And then he kissed me once, deeply, and took Sara into his arms. Then he took her hand off her clit, and replaced it with his. A finger snaked up her cunt, and she seemed to melt.

And then I felt Elly coming up behind me, wrapping her arms around me, one hand searching for my breast, the other my cunt. I felt my clit start to glow and pulse. I was cumming again. This time, the climax seemed to go on and on. I let it transport me away. I felt like a goddess, in direct connection with the godhead, streams of energy flowing between my clit and my nipples, back and forth, radiating outward, while all the time another part of me was observing us from a distance away. I tore myself from the sensation and turned around in Elly’s arms to face her. Her eyes reflected the candle flames, as if the flames themselves were in her eyes. Her hair seemed to glow, each strand with its own stream of energy. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. She was a goddess, too! I felt great relief and happiness that she was as divine as I was. I felt her lips lock onto mine. My hands dropped to her ass, her perfect ass, and I pressed her hips against mine. Our tongues touched, our breasts touched, our clits touched. I felt her tremble and sag as her climax hit her, and it hit me, too, kicking my continuous cum to a higher level. We stood that way for minutes, breathing in perfect synchronicity, not daring to move a muscle, feeling our hearts beat as one.

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“I miss you too. But I’m glad the children are having fun at the beach.”

I looked at Richard where he was leaning against the kitchen counter, turned away from me. He was still naked, trim and muscular for a man of thirty-five who indulged himself in everything—and could afford to do so. That everything included a gym and a good personal trainer, though.

He’d come from the shower with a towel around his waist, but that had dropped to the kitchen floor while he was talking with his wife. He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed that had happened, nor should he have been, I guess, other than he was talking to his wife on the telephone—in front of his boy toy. We’d both been naked on my bed, me writhing under him as he tried hard to fuck me, before he’d taken his shower.

But there was embarrassment there. He wouldn’t look at me while he talked to his wife, who had taken their children to her parent’s house in the Hamptons for the month of July.

His eggs were getting cold, but I’d be damned if I’d cook up another batch for him because he was on his cell phone, talking to his wife. Clarissa hadn’t called him. He’d called her, no doubt just to be sure she was still in the Hamptons and so that she wouldn’t call him on their home phone before he left for work and wonder why he didn’t answer there.

When he rang off, he came over and sat at the table in the bow window overlooking the Baltimore Inner Harbor from my apartment at the Promenade at Harbor East. He left the towel on the carpet back by the kitchen counter. This was a choice one-bedroom apartment and I couldn’t afford the rent, but Richard paid half of it. He sat, without embarrassment, with his thighs spread and his manhood tipping over the front of the chair—just like Richard Hineman owned the place. And just like he owned me as well. I guess both were true, even though the arrangement wasn’t working smoothly yet. I had to give him credit for trying to make it work, though.

He still wouldn’t look at me while he ate, although, just wearing sleeping shorts, I knew I looked good to him—ten years his junior and with the look of a model, which I’d first been when I came to work for his men’s clothing firm. I had a desk job there now, but I still modeled for his catalog—and laid on my back and opened my legs to him—not yet as successfully as either of us wished, though.

We’d tried again last night, taking advantage of the absence of Clarissa and his children, with him staying the whole night and fucking me three times. He’d managed to get off all three times, but it had been an effort and I know he wasn’t fully satisfied. I know he’d been looking forward to an all nighter without worrying about where his wife and kids were and not being available for Clarissa’s possessive beck and call. I know he also was looking forward to me being comfortable enough to open entirely to him, to let him sink all the way into me and pump me deep. He wasn’t that big that I shouldn’t be able to take more than four inches of him.

All of our encounters before that had been furtive and rushed. I know he had thought that I wasn’t melting to him because of that, and I had thought that too, but last night I had frozen in the act as much as ever before, and he’d had to take his pleasure with me tensed up and gripped with pain and him not being able to get it in to the hilt. He was hung but not overly so. But he was the first man I’d let screw me, and I just wasn’t loosening up, even though I wanted to.

God knows I wanted to enjoy it. He was my boss and I was his toy. And he was good looking and in good shape. He was going to fuck me if he wanted to and I wanted to keep my cushy job and lifestyle, but I wanted him to enjoy it and I wanted to enjoy it too. And it seemed so important to him to put it all in me.

I didn’t want to think it was his fault—there was no question that he didn’t want to think it was his fault—but it wasn’t like I was an expert in this. I just felt that, maybe if he spent more time preparing me rather than forcing it in and starting to pump as soon as I’d sucked it hard, with him going hard quickly . . .

He finished his eggs, mumbling something that passed as thanks for fixing him breakfast, and went back into the bedroom to dress. I’d shower after he left. He didn’t want us to arrive at the office at the same time. He didn’t want there to be any talk of the two of us. In fact, he went overboard in flirting with the office women to avoid any suspicion that he was spiking—or trying to—one of his male employees. That must be working, because every time I’d seen him with his wife, she was watching him like a hawk when he was interacting with another woman. She didn’t show such suspicion when he and I were talking.

I heard him on the cell phone again in the bedroom, and when he came out, elegantly dressed as the CEO of a men’s clothing empire would need to be, he looked at me for the first time since I’d gone rigid when he’d forced himself in me the previous night and just lay there, groaning as he worked his way to an ejaculation without much response from me—and without getting more than xnxx maybe three inches in me before I started closing down. Each time I’d taken considerable time jacking myself off after he’d come and withdrawn from me, stretched out beside me, smoking a cigarette, and staring at the ceiling. Sometimes watching me jack off heated him up again and he made another run at me—never with enough success to fully satisfy him, though.

“I want to meet you for lunch at a Chinese restaurant near the corner of South Broadway on Eastern Avenue, Marco,” he said. “The Jade Garden. It’s just a hole in the wall. Meet me at 1:00 and check out of the office for the rest of the afternoon. I have you booked for a photo shoot over at Fort McHenry, but there isn’t really one. I’ll supposedly be at a meeting in Washington. I want you to be there, at the restaurant, though. That’ll give us the time to do what we need to do.”

The time to do what, I wondered. But Richard wasn’t a man you quizzed about anything he didn’t freely tell you. God knows he was keeping secrets even from his wife.

He was giving me a piercing look of command, just as he’d done that night we’d both worked late and I gave him a blow job that he said was memorable. He clearly enjoyed dominating and I didn’t think I’d mind being submissive. I just hadn’t been able to get comfortable with it yet. And I needed to. I enjoyed the lifestyle this apartment gave me and the free clothes I got from working for Richard—and I even found Richard sexy. It just wasn’t clicking with him yet.

It was the first time I’d been with a man all the way and it was the first time that he had tried a relationship with a man. All of his lays before that had been casual, with rent-boys, and he was clear about wanting something deeper, more mutually satisfying, with me. I was grateful that he was trying with me. I didn’t know what the problem was—whether it was me, him, or us. It wasn’t our bodies. We were both in superb shape and we both went hard just from seeing the other one naked. He was of solid Nordic stock and my family on both sides had been Brazilian. We fit together in theory like Yin and Yang, both in size, him being large boned and light skinned, and me being smaller, delicate-boned, and darker.

Another surprise for me was that I had had no idea that Richard liked Chinese food. He seemed much more the straightforward steak and fries man. I wasn’t much for Chinese either, sticking pretty close to citric salads to keep in trim. The camera put on weight; it didn’t take it off.

* * * *

Richard was just pushing his food around on his plate. I was doing about the same, although I did take a bite or two from time to time. It was OK—I mean the food was OK. Richard was stewing about something, I could tell. But he hadn’t spoken much. He certainly hadn’t told me why we were having lunch here.

“Anyone show any suspicion why you were leaving early?” he asked.

“No, not that I saw. I wasn’t looking for it, though. You provided a perfectly plausible explanation for both of us,” I said. “Why are we here, Rich?” I added.

“It’ll be OK, baby,” was the only cryptic response to that. I hadn’t really expected an answer. I just wanted some said to pop the bubble of tension in the booth. “Excuse me a few minutes. I’ll be back,” he said, and then he slid out of the booth, spoke briefly to a waitress, and then went through a doorway at the back of the restaurant that was covered by a beaded curtain. Off to the can, I thought, and took a few more bites of food. He was gone a good ten minutes, more like fifteen, and when he returned, he was followed by a Chinese man of about forty who was quite handsome and hard bodied. He wore a tight T-shirt that showed him to be muscular and well-developed, particularly for his age. My eyes, as they tended to do ever since I knew I was interested in men, went to the bulge at his crotch. The material there was stretched tight over something quite impressive.

Richard slid back into the booth across from me, and the Chinese man slid in next to me, causing me to move more toward the wall. His thigh was against mine and his bicep pressed into mine. He felt hard as a rock, and I found him arousing. Getting aroused by a man wasn’t a problem I had—not even imagining myself lying under a man. My brain was certainly filled with thoughts of lying under this man.

“Your friend here says you two are having difficulty in your sexual relationship,” the man said, turning a concerned smile to me. His voice was soft, a rich baritone. My forearm was on the table and he took my hand in his and wove our fingers together. My thoughts of him inside me had been so real that I made no effort to pull my hand away from this intimacy. Still the first thing that had come out of his mouth was so baldly sexual that I was off balance.

“Excuse me? I’m not sure—” I’m sure my voice sounded strained. What was going on here? Still, I found the man disturbingly arousing.

“This is Eddie Teng, baby,” Richard said, breaking into my expression of confusion and concern. “He owns this restaurant, but he also is a counselor bakire porno in tantric sex—gay tantric sex. I called him this morning about your discomfort and tensing up when I fuck you—and not letting me in. He was recommended to me at the gym.”

“You’ve been talking about my sexual problems at the gym?” I asked, nearly swallowing my words. Teng’s hand gripped mine strongly as if to tell me that he understood and to remain calm. Richard certainly didn’t seem to understand. And what he said next didn’t make it any better.

“Mr. Teng uses massage—he calls it tantric massage—and he’s a surrogate sex partner. I understand he can calm you down for sex and help you to open to it.”

“Can he now?” I said, looking down at the table top, thoroughly embarrassed and angry, but not wanting to show it. I had too much riding on a relationship with Richard to fly off the handle. But, shit, I didn’t think this was all my problem. The Chinese hunk was rubbing his thigh against mine, and I was warming to him more than I’d done with Richard yet and we were just sitting next to each other. “Do you mean he’s going to fuck me?”

“If you and your partner wish, I’m going to work you through the stages of becoming one with the cosmos in a mutually fulfilling Yin and Yang relationship,” Teng answered for Richard in a soothing voice and with a reassuring smile. “I understand that you, Marco, are the Yin of the pair—the female essence—and Richard here is the Yang, the male dominator. If you wish me to I will guide you two—both of you”—and here he moved his hand under the table and grasped the top of my thigh. I understood that he was conveying to me the understanding that this wasn’t just my problem, that the instruction would be for both of us, and I melted to the man—”through the phases of getting the most pleasure you can—both of you—from Karezza.”

“Karezza?” I asked.

“Yes, that is the tantric term for prolonged arousal and fulfillment. I will teach you both how to master Karezza to embrace the natural energies of your bodies—you, Marco, being prepared in your Kundalini, your receiving channel, to take and give pleasure to Richard’s Lingam—his staff of the Yang. It is the path for you to become one with the other.”

“The problem is that I can’t get it all in. He won’t open completely to me. I want him to take it all, not to clinch on me,” Richard interjected, with an edge of exasperation.

“Yes, yes, we will work on that,” Teng said, the tone of his voice soothing.

“You will fuck me?” I asked, looking only at Teng.

“Yes, he will fuck you if it will help you open up and let me get the fuck from you that I want,” Richard said, breaking in again, obviously impatient.

Teng responded as if Richard hadn’t said anything. “I will take you on a long path before that, but yes, I will be Yang to your Yin as a surrogate for your lover. I will fully possess your Kundalini with my Lingam, helping you to take the full length and thickness of it, as your partner wishes you to be able to do with his Lingam, and I will do so while ensuring your pleasure. And if you are receptive—open to the experience—I will help both of you marshal your mutual sexual energy to maximize your ability to reach spiritual growth and healing together through the merging of your bodies. We will strive for Karezza—you with me first before you with your partner, if that is necessary. And I can see that you both have very fine bodies. I am confident that I can bring you to tantric Nirvana—to the plateau of sexual paradise—and that you can achieve it with each other.”

I was close to coming just from his explanation of the services he was offering and from his lack of embarrassment in graphically, if flowery, talking of the most intimate act. But he was taking it beyond talk.

He took my hand and moved it to his crotch. He was huge. More important, he was hard. He was signaling to me that I aroused him and that he would go through this tantric business with me with pleasure. I already was panting. I didn’t know if I swallowed any of this tantric gobbledygook that he was selling, but just hearing him talk about it aroused me. Having him touch me aroused me. What he was doing now—moving my hand, with his, to my own crotch, revealing to him that I was hard too—was bringing me close to hyperventilating. Richard hadn’t brought me to this stage. Still, it was Richard I wanted to have the relationship with, not this Chinese guy.

Or so I was telling myself. I had to admit that my interests were tipping in that direction, though.

Teng leaned in and whispered in my ear, “I will teach your partner to seduce you as I am doing with you now. I am seducing you, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” I whispered. I wondered whether Richard had any inkling how much farther we’d gone beyond talk, with each of us getting the measure of the other with our hands below the surface of the table. Teng obviously was conveying to me that he understood that I needed attention that I wasn’t getting from Richard.

“You would be ready for me to cover and fully possess you now, wouldn’t bedava porno you, if you had walked into my restaurant alone and sat with me here? You would be open to me—to all of me—as your lover wishes your Kundalini to be fully open to his Lingam, don’t you believe?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Good. You must believe it for it to transpire. You aren’t nearly as open to it yet as you could be under my instruction. I will teach Richard to bring you to this point too—and beyond. To heaven—to tantric sexual Nirvana. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” I looked up at Richard. I could tell from his expression that he very much wanted to try this out. But I also knew that he still thought it was all my problem.

“When would we do this?” I asked.

“Now. My tantric method studio is here, at the back of the restaurant. Your partner has already engaged me for a full release session. All that awaits is your acquiescence. I believe you are ready. Tell me that you are ready.”

“Yes, I am ready.”

* * * *

The room Teng took us to behind the restaurant was like it was in another world. It was all stucco walls and arches and a pool with a burbling fountain and the ripple of its waters reflecting off the ceiling, silken pillows and wall hangings. He had us recline on a divan covered with pillows and look through a portfolio of beautiful men fucking younger men. Somehow he’d managed to pull together photos where the similarities between the men and Richard and me were striking. There were a couple of photos that included a Chinese man and the sexual positions and evident size of the man’s cock aroused me in particular—and chills went up my spine when I realized that the man was Teng. He told us to arouse each other as he prepared the massage table, and Richard and I kissed and fondled each other as we’d never taken time to do before. I must admit that some of my thoughts went to Teng. They weren’t all about Richard.

Already I was learning what had been missing in our lovemaking and I could only hope that Richard was learning it too. The foreplay was all important.

Teng had me strip—or rather had Richard strip me, taking as much time as he could to do so and, at Teng’s instruction, to run his hands over my body as he did so. Then I was bid to do the same to Richard and Richard was told to stand by and watch as Teng gave me a massage with warm oil.

OK, I thought, this was just going to be like any massage. But, of course, it wasn’t. Teng had sensual hands and he worked every muscle of my body—except the essential one, although I ached for him to stroke that and I got hard and throbbing before he was finished.

But he wasn’t finished.

“Now for the Lingam,” he said, by which I knew I now was going to get the attention for the cock that I was aching for. I looked over to Richard to make sure he was taking this in. He needed this, I realized, more than I did, but neither I nor Teng could directly tell him so. I sensed that Teng knew what the real problem here was. He was trying to teach Richard the importance of the foreplay, the preparation.

“You have a very nice Lingam. Do you ever give as well as receive?”

“I have never . . . given . . . no,” I mumbled.

“Pity. I both give and receive.” He let that possibility sear through my mind before moving on. “I will concentrate on the center now,” Teng said. “I will open the Kundalini, although you may not realize it is happening until I could possess you with my whole fist if I wished or you begged for it.”

That certainly brought a moan out of me. I heard Richard moan as well.

“You are to work with me in lingering just short of the release for as long as possible, but when it, at last, cannot be denied, release without embarrassment. We will continue until you have. And there will be more releases.”

That latter comment was as arousing to me as anything else he was saying. The thought of achieving multiple ejaculations in this session . . .

With that, he positioned me on my back, a pillow under my neck and another one, covered with a towel, under the small of my back. “I will set you in the position you are to remain in,” he said. He spread my thighs slightly apart, with my knees bent and my feet flat on the surface of the massage table. Then he dribbled me with oil and resumed massaging my body with a sensual touch, working his way up my body, starting with my feet, then my calf muscles, thighs, abdomen, chest, shoulders, and moving to behind me and working my neck muscles and my temples. He was naked now, and he let his long, thick cock nestle within the crook of my neck as he worked my temples.

“If you have the urge to take my Lingam into your mouth, do so,” he murmured. He had told me that, as a surrogate sex partner and an illustration for Richard, I would be taking his cock in my mouth, he would be taking mine, and, ultimately, he would be fucking me—although even now he referred to it as fully possessing my Kundalini with his Lingam—”to the root,” he added, for Richard’s benefit and looking reassuringly at him. “But you are not to be concerned with any sexual urge you have in this session,” he said. “Nothing is beyond acceptability here if it brings pleasure. Even if you should wish to sheath both your partner and me together. That would be the height of sexual Nirvana. We could achieve that.”

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This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don’t worry, they’re fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.

Winter break started, and the twins were home from school. They sat at the table with their dad as they all munched on breakfast.

“When’s Mom coming home?” Brittney tried not to sound desperate, but she was. Her pussy had been on fire without her mother’s tender touch. And no amount of masturbation seemed to make up for it. To make her horny matters even worse, she could not get the image of Daniel’s massive dick out of her head.

“Penelope’s mother is recovering nicely.” George looked over at his daughter. “Your mother should be home on the 23rd. I’m pretty sure.”

“She’s not going to miss Christmas, is she?” Worry crept into Daniel’s blue eyes.

“She’ll be back. We’ll have the same Christmas we always do.” George took another bite from his grapefruit.

Independently, both twins doubted it would be the same Christmas as always even if their mother returned on time. They both made plans for Julie in their minds, each staring off into space.

“Anyway, what do you all have planned for today?” George knew what he was doing. That damned valve in the basement was acting up again. How was he going to make any progress on the house if each new valve he put in kept failing? He’d wanted to list the house by spring, but that was looking less and less likely.

“I’m hanging with friends,” Daniel said.

“Some brother-sister time,” Brittney said at the same time. She looked over at Daniel. “I thought we were going to hang out today.” She looked hurt.

“I haven’t seen my friends for a while, Brit. And Hassan made a new board game we’re all gonna try.” It was true. Daniel hadn’t seen his friends much, even not accounting for his time at the cabin.

“You’re all high school seniors and making board games. You’re such nerds.” Brittney offered a good-natured smile to let Daniel know she was joking. “I guess I can go over to Madison’s for a while. How about we do something before we leave?”

George watched his children talk out their differences. The twins had always gotten along so well. Why couldn’t Brad have gotten some of their genes?

“I … um …” Daniel had been planning to fap while watching the video of his mom comparing his dick to her forearm. The dazed look in Julie’s eyes at that moment made Daniel’s balls churn. “Sure, Brit. We can hang a little this morning.” He sighed. Fapping would have to wait.

“Oh, and don’t forget. It’s the first day of winter break, so I want you both home tonight. It’s time to watch everyone’s favorite Christmas movie.” George smiled at his children. It wouldn’t be the same without Julie, but Christmas movie night on the first night of winter break was an Anderson family tradition.

“You’re gonna shoot your eye out,” Daniel smiled.

“Oh no, I shot my eye out.” Brittney’s laugh sounded like jingling bells.

“Very good you two, but it’s Diehardimas this year.” George and Julie had started the tradition before even Brad arrived. Each year just before Christmas, they alternated between watching A Christmas Story or Die Hard. And it was, indeed, a Die Hard year.

“Okay, we’ll be here, Dad.” Brittney nodded.

“Ditto.” Daniel smiled amiably.

~~

“So, what do you want to do?” Daniel looked over at his sister from his computer chair.

“Well, we never really finished our conversation from the other day.” Brittney sat on the edge of his bed, her hands in her lap.

“Is this about my dick?” Daniel stopped swiveling in his chair. “Look, it isn’t really a problem. I …” Why was he trying to avoid showing it to her again? If she wanted to see it, he should show it to her. Daniel adored the way women looked at it. And Daniel adored Brittney. And she was a beautiful woman. “I’ll show it to you again if you want.”

“Yes.” Brittney nodded. She tried to keep her face neutral, but her insides twisted into knots at the thought of seeing that breathtaking cock again. “Madison keeps asking me about it. This way, I can tell her what it’s like when I see her later. Maybe I can get you two to start dating.”

“You’re gonna tell her that you saw my dick today?” Daniel stood up, pulled off his pants, and tossed them toward the closet. He stood only in his micro-boxers and t-shirt. “And that you touched it?”

“Well, no … I guess I can’t tell her I saw it again.” Brittney was usually a strategic thinker, but she really hadn’t thought this one through. “And … um … why would you say that I’m going to touch it?”

“You asked to touch it last time, so …” Daniel pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it toward his discarded pants. Not long ago, he’d have been embarrassed to show off his naked torso, even to his sister. But women seemed to like it. “So, do you want to touch it?” Daniel dropped his boxers and kicked them away. This time he was fresh out of the shower and genuinely porno izle curious to see what Brittney was all about.

“Wow.” Brittney’s blue eyes fixed themselves on the growing thing. “Look at it … unfurl.” She wiggled her butt a little on the bed. “Maybe I should touch it. Just to see.” This was all Madison’s fault for putting these ideas in her head. And her mom’s fault for leaving her so horny. “Come over here, doofus.” Brittney watched the dick sway as he walked over. It was now almost all the way hard.

“Should I lock the door?” Daniel stopped right in front of his sister, his dick now inches from her cute, upturned nose.

“It’s okay.” Brittney looked at the door and then back at the cock right in front of her. Locking the door implied they were hiding something, and she didn’t want that. Anyway, their dad was busy working in the basement. “This will only take a sec. And then maybe we can go for a walk in the snow together or something.”

“Sure.” Daniel watched her right hand move toward his dick and hesitate. Then she set her jaw as if making a decision, and reached out and gave his cock a little smack. Daniel snorted a laugh as they both watched it bounce side to side rapidly until it lost its momentum. “What are you doing?”

“I’m testing it, dummy.” She did it again and couldn’t help but smile at Daniel’s sweet laugh and the absurdity of this mighty thing swaying like a dangerous metronome. “If you’re going to date my friend, I’ll need to be rigorous.”

“Then by all means, continue your inspection.” Daniel put his hands on his hips.

“I’ll need to see how thick it is.” Brittney’s face became serious again as she took hold of it and squeezed with her right hand. She let out a long breath as the pliant flesh pushed back at her fingers. Daniel’s penis was so different from Ted’s, or any other boy, that it was almost like she was touching a penis for the first time. As warmth spread through her stomach, and wetness spread in her panties, she knew she wasn’t merely a lesbian.

“Well, how thick is it?”

“Very thick,” she whispered.

“Do you think Madison would like it?” Daniel saw a brief flash of jealousy flash over her face. As her brother, he knew that look of jealousy well.

“Yes.” Brittney squeezed it rhythmically. She wasn’t trying to please Daniel, she was only prodding him. She brushed down the veiny thing with her fingertips, and then back to the purple head. She put two fingers on either side of his little hole and spread her fingers slightly. The hole opened a tiny bit. “Is there where you pee from and … you know … cum from?”

“Um … you know it is, Brit.” Daniel raised an eyebrow. He had to hand it to her, she always managed to surprise him.

“It’s just, I haven’t seen one up close like this. And, you know, I have different holes for different things down there.” She pushed her hand back down, gripped his dick again, and pumped him. Her hand looked so small on him. “This would be very different if we were identical twins.”

“I’m glad we’re not.”

“Me too.” It felt so good to jerk off her brother. Her whole body tingled. “So, is this what you’d want Madison to do?” She looked up at him with serious eyes.

“Well, actually, I’d want her to use two hands.” Daniel fought the urge to put a hand on Brittney’s head. It was second nature to him now in such situations, but he thought Brittney might rebel.

“That makes sense.” Brittney put her second hand on him and pumped. “Wow, Daniel. Your dick is really something. I think Madison is going to love it.”

“You gonna tell her about this?”

“Shut up, doofus.” She shot him a mock-angry look and returned her gaze to his penis. She pumped him in silence for a while.

Daniel broke the silence. “You should probably get it wet.”

“How?” Brittney looked up again. He looked very happy. It thrilled her to make her brother so happy.

“Just spit in your hands.”

“Isn’t that gross?” Brittney wasn’t sure if he was just putting her on.

“Nah, it’s great.”

“Okay.” Brittney took her hands off him, spit into each palm, and then resumed her pumping. “Daniel? Are you a virgin?”

“No.” Daniel loved the slick sounds of her hands on his dick. “But I don’t want to talk about that right now, okay?” He wasn’t sure how to break it to her that they were both sleeping with the same woman.

“Okay.” She pumped him in silence for another few minutes. “It’s been a long time, Danny. Are you going to … cum?”

“Do you want me to?” He wasn’t sure how she’d react to getting covered in gooey, hot sperm.

Brittney thought it over as she worked him. “No. I think this is enough. I’ll tell Madison you’re ready to date, if she’s still interested.” She took her hands off him and stood up, careful to move to the side of his giant erection. “I’m sorry I didn’t finish you. Are you sure that’s okay?”

“No problem, but you better go.” Daniel gave her a dreamy smile. He wasn’t that far away from cumming. “I’m going to watch some porn now.”

“Oh, amatör porno okay.” Brittney kissed him on the cheek and fled the room. How odd, if her brother had told her even just a few days ago that he was about to watch porn, she would have called him a perv. But now she just hoped he really enjoyed his orgasm. She closed the door on the way out and made her way up to her room. She had an hour before she needed to leave for Madison’s, and Brittney needed to cum, too.

~~

“This is Christmas music,” the three Andersons on the couch said in unison, along with Argyle in the movie. They all laughed. The lights were off in the basement, and the movie had just started. Daniel sat at one end of the couch. His sister cuddled under the blanket next to him. On the other end of the couch, George ate popcorn and bobbed his head to Run DMC as John McClane made his way to Nakatomi Plaza.

They settled in and let the movie spread Christmas cheer as it had done so many times before for the Andersons.

About the time Hans Gruber quoted Alexander the Great, Daniel felt Brittney’s small hand on his thigh. Her hand was under the blanket, but above his pajama bottoms as it slowly worked its way to his waistband. “What are you doing?” Daniel whispered to his sister.

“Shh.” She smiled at him and returned her eyes to the movie.

Daniel looked over at his dad, who was still munching handfuls of popcorn, absorbed by the movie. “I don’t think –“

“Shh.” George said without looking over.

Daniel turned his focus back to the film and felt Brittney’s small, warm hand slip under his pajamas and underwear.

Brittney scooted closer and leaned up to Daniel’s ear. “Madison says she’s still interested,” she whispered. “Do you think she’d do this if you two were dating?” She touched him and played with the head, but Daniel’s micro-boxers were too restricting to pump him again.

Daniel nodded and let his sister press up against his left side. He was now fully hard as she played with the top of his dick, where it poked up above the elastic waist of his boxers.

All three Andersons kept their eyes on the movie, but only George really cared about what was happening on screen.

“No fair,” Daniel leaned down to her ear and said the words just as a block of C4 took out the first few floors of Nakatomi Tower. He slid his left hand under the blanket, and quickly moved his hand under Brittney’s pajama bottoms and panties. She squirmed a bit, but once he found her wet slit, she settled down. He ran his finger along the little ridges inside her pussy. He could feel her shoulders tense. She didn’t stop him.

The twins worked each other as quietly as they could, while John McClane saved the day. Right about the time the bad guys opened the vault, a loud pinging sounded from the laundry room.

“Oh, shit.” George put down his popcorn, stood, and raced over to the door. He opened it, listened, and his shoulders slumped. “Well, at least it’s not the valve.”

Daniel and Brittney quickly withdrew their hands from each other’s genitals under the blanket and tried to look innocent.

George turned back to his children. “I need to deal with this.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I know we were all enjoying the movie. You can finish without me.” He turned and disappeared into the unfinished part of the basement.

“Well?” Daniel looked at Brittney.

Brittney nodded. “Your room, or my room?”

“My room,” Daniel said. “It’s more private.”

They stood, held hands, and headed upstairs. Brittney noticed that his hand was sticky with her mess as she squeezed it.

~~

“You know, I thought I was a lesbian.” Brittney kneeled in front of her standing brother. She still had her pajamas on. Daniel only wore his top now. She stared at his massive erection, inches from her face. It shook a little with each beat of Daniel’s heart. “But now, I think I like both girls and boys.”

“I have to tell you something, Brit.” Daniel watched her lips part and her pupils dilate. “I saw you and Mom together.”

“You saw …?” She looked up into his handsome face without comprehension. But when she saw the sly look in his eyes, she knew he was talking about all the wrong things she’d done with her mother. “Oh, my God.” She put her hands over her face as her cheeks flushed red. “You saw us doing stuff? I’m gonna die, Danny. We didn’t mean to. It just sorta happened. I mean … I … I think this house is …”

“It’s okay, Brit.” Daniel put his hand on her brown hair and patted her like a puppy. “I’ve been doing stuff with Mom, too.”

“What?” Brittney peeked through her fingers up at him to see if he was teasing her. He looked serious. “You have?”

“It started a while ago.” Daniel smiled, remembering the shocked look on Julie’s pretty face the first time she’d been covered by his deluge of cum. “She’s the best mom ever.”

“She is.” Brittney took her hands slowly away from her face. She was still very red. “Daniel, did the anal porno house change Mom? Did it change you? I mean, you used to be small down there and now, look.” Her eyes glanced at that long, thick cock.

“Yes, there’s a woman named Eloise Palmer. She offered us a deal.”

“I’ve met her,” Brittney whispered. She reached out and took hold of Daniel’s dick with both hands. It was so warm. “I want that deal, too.”

“You do?” Daniel raised his eyebrows.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Brittney’s face leaned forward a little. She licked her lips.

“It’ll hurt for minute. It gets really hot, but then it feels good.”

“I don’t care if it’s hot. If you and Mom made the deal, I want to, too.” Brittney licked the purple head before her and admired the slight salty taste.

“Okay.” Daniel put his hand on her shoulder and lifted her to her feet. Her hands fell away from his dick. “Let’s go get a cold shower going first. Trust me, you’re going to need it.”

They left his room, crossed the hall, and closed themselves in the bathroom.

“You should probably get naked.” Daniel set the water as far cold as it would go.

“This is weird.” But Brittney pulled off her top, her bottoms, and her panties. “What do we do now?”

“Well, now you have to agree to the deal.” Daniel looked her up and down. She was such a slight, gentle creature. Her small boobs had pink, puffy nipples, and she had a nice trimmed triangle of brown hair between her slender legs. He took a mental picture, because she was about to change. “The bond, the pact, the contract made. We paid and received and the Devil took his due. All we need from you is your approbation.”

“Devil?” Brittney’s blue eyes widened.

“I’ve met him. He’s a nice guy.” Daniel took Brittney’s left hand in his right. “He doesn’t like rules.”

“Oh.” Brittney offered a faint smile. “I don’t even care, I just want to be in this with you and Mom, Danny.” She squeezed his hand. “I agree to the deal.” A heat built rapidly in her chest, hips, and between her legs. Daniel was right, it hurt. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, Daaaannnnyyyyyyyyyy.” A strange red glow filled the bathroom, and seemed to emanate from her.

“Get in the shower. It’ll help.” Daniel took off his top, and carried her into the shower. The water was a shock to his skin, but he didn’t care. Brittney writhed and cursed as the heat moved through her. Daniel watched as her glowing boobs grew, and her hips expanded. He stood her on her feet and turned her so the cold water hit her breasts flush. “It’ll get better soon.” He dropped to his knees, and buried his face between her legs.

“Ohhhhhhhhh.” Brittney was only partially aware that her brother lapped at her pussy. The heat faded and Brittney cupped her boobs. They were not the same. This is what had happened to their mother. They were so much more full and heavy. She dropped them and grabbed them again. They fell on her chest in an entirely new way. “My … boobs … hang now … Danny.” The heat disappeared, replaced by the pleasure of what her brother was doing between her legs. “Oh, Danny.”

“Mmmmppphhhh.” Daniel focused on her clit. He grabbed her now rotund butt with both hands to hold her to him. He could feel her trembling with her impending orgasm.

“Daaaannnnyyyyyyyy.” Brittney squealed and shook. Stars danced with her in the shower. When she finished, she pulled Daniel to his feet and planted a deep kiss on his lips. She could taste her tang there. They made out like that for a while under the cold water, his massive dick pushing into her belly. She couldn’t help but compare him as a kisser to their mother. Julie was soft, gentle, and caring. Daniel more urgent, and intense. Brittney liked both.

The cold water became too much for both of them, so they shut it off and stepped out of the shower. They shared Daniel’s towel and dried off together, laughing and playfully slapping at each other’s naked bodies. Soon, they locked lips again. They crossed the hall back into Daniel’s room, blindly reaching for doorknobs as the they kissed the whole way. When they were inside Daniel’s room, they stood groping each other in the center of the room.

“I … need to … return … the favor,” Brittney said between kisses. She dropped to her knees and slid her hands up Daniel’s skinny thighs to his balls. She took one in each hand, a heavy handful each. “So full.” She then continued up to his cock and jerked him with reverence for several minutes. Brittney moved closer and closer until she licked the head. “I’m not sure how to get this in my mouth.”

“Just put the tip in.”

“Even the head is huge.” Brittney licked it again, a little precum tantalized her tongue with a salty splash. “My mouth is pretty small, Danny. But I’ll try. I want to make you happy.” Brittney opened wide and took the purple head into her mouth. Her eyes bulged at the effort. But she was surprised by how quickly she grew accustomed to his size. Soon, her little head bobbed on Daniel while she stroked him with both hands.

“Wow, Brit. You’re a natural.” Daniel put his hands on her silky head and let her blow him at her pace. Certainly, Brittney was not an accomplished blowjob artist like Penelope, or even Julie. But her tentative enthusiasm felt great in its own way. “Keep it up.”

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“Exquis,” I thought, as my eyes wandered the small but smartly attired apartment. Seeing how another lives is always illuminating. At first blush, it was clear Paige lived an orderly life. “I can only wish,” I thought, reflecting on the relative disarray of my own.

“You like to cook,” I observed, anxiously glancing about at the kitchen’s legion of culinary gadgets.

“Mmm, I like to eat even more,” Paige answered, sprinkling devilish laughter into the mix as she glanced down at herself. Her hands wafted over wide hips and came to rest with a slap on her firm buttocks. Turning to face me, she asked, “Does it show?”

Having taken the liberty of scrutinizing her lithesome body earlier that evening, I knew otherwise. “Um…no. It doesn’t show. You’re so trim,” I answered jealously.

Hinting skepticism, she smiled. “You’re just trying to be nice,” she added, backing me up against the countertop. “Anyway, I still like your answer.”

“Do you like to eat?” she murmured. “Or perhaps you prefer to be eaten?”

She planted a firm but sultry kiss on my lips and slipped her tongue into my mouth. The heat of her sex flirted with my pelvis. She tasted good, a combination of champagne and affection.

Finding no resistance, she probed deeper. I was taken by her assertiveness and breathing heavily, I held onto her shoulders even after our mouths disengaged in self-defense.

“Come with me. I want to show you something,” she implored. Taking my hand, she led me to the next room where I caught sight of the bed whose spread was turned down as if in anticipation.

“So wonderful, I love them,” I ventured softly.

“What do you love?” she asked.

“Satin sheets,” I said.

Seating herself and crossing her long slender legs, she asked, “What do you find wonderful about them?”

Leaning, I ran my hand over the glossy spread and smiled at her. “They’re slippery, like cum—only fabric.”

“I’m already in love with your sense of humor, Jordan; ‘cum—only fabric!’ “

Her smile was total, not one of those repugnant smirks, but a real smile that lighted a CoverGirl face. “Come, sit next to me,” she invited, patting the spread with her hand. I sat.

Moving close to me and gently curling my hair behind my ear, she riveted me with her dazzling blue eyes and impish air. Then, as if revealing some secret insight, she softly confided, “After tonight, when I slip between my sheets, I’ll conjure wicked images—ill-fated girls in bukkake videos, swimming helplessly in a sea of yucky man batter.” In unison, we screwed up our noses, but our eyes stayed fastened.

Suddenly, she got to her feet and stacked layers of downy pillows against the headboard. “I have to change. Stay here. I will just be a minute,” she instructed.

I reclined back, my gaze following her shapely butt as she retreated to a walk-in closet.

Closing my eyes and only half-listening, I took little notice of popping snaps and the occasional hanger bouncing along the closet’s metal rod as I reflected back to that annoying exchange at the party.

Paige, plainly skilled at interjecting hidden meaning into otherwise harmless conversation, had latched onto a thinly-veiled revelation from earlier in the evening, swiping what amounted to little more than a trifle from a parting exchange between me and my former lover like a cobra might snatch up an unsuspecting bunny happening by. I worried she might be too much for me. Anyway, I was here now, so it hardly mattered.

“You comfy out there?” she called.

“Yes, Paige, I’m good. Why don’t you dress out here? I want to watch.”

Conveniently disregarding my question, she called back to me, “I’ll just be another minute, all right?”

Her voice seemed distant, muffled by the closeted enclosure, her way of politely excluding an unwelcome request. Then suddenly, her voice rang clear. “Because I wanted to surprise you, that’s why.” Her declaration was as posed as the feminine form now posturing in the very doorway through which she had vanished minutes earlier. “So, is this what you had in mind?” she asked suggestively.

Upon reappearing, my thoughts, which had a tendency to diffuse when left to their own devices, quickly reordered themselves, my deficient reply—an inane grin.

Standing in the doorway, her ghostly form radiated white light that seemed to spring from deep inside her, pouring through the filter of my senses as if fluorescent thought. I reacted with a stumbling gasp. “Whites! So, so beautiful.”

Browsing her curvaceous figure, my eyes wandered her body’s splendor as I struggled to answer her question. “Yes, Paige, that’s it, exactly as I pictured,” which, in an erotically frightening sort of way, meant she had read me almost too perfectly, leaving me uneasy in a relationship still raw.

She was delectable and in minutes had transformed herself, discarding the starkly contrasting black bow mini-dress of the party animal I had just met into the crisp majesty of an accomplished RN.

Though originally rokettube regarding myself as merely the evening’s convenient stranger, I now wanted to believe that donning her uniform was a gift of welcome, something only for me.

To my cluttered mind, the nurse in whites, the image of purity—appeared as Mary Immaculate, wrapped as she was in a freshly-laundered uniform, something my senses took a moment to absorb, as my eyes roamed its tight fit, emphasizing firm breasts whose nipples surged in a vain attempt to escape their disagreeable confinement; its short skirt ending provocatively at mid-thigh, revealing long, white-stockinged legs.

Her nurse’s cap and polished white pumps punctuated the confident professional. With stethoscope draped about her neck, she appeared half-nurse and half-waitress as her latex-sheathed hands balanced a menacing surgical tray whose contents lay loosely hidden, covered by a fluffy white towel.

“Ready for your examination, Jordan?” she inquired ominously.

Ready or not, the sight of her made me wet.

***

It all had to begin somewhere, and where was at the party earlier that same evening. There, employing my most resourcefully executed sneaky glances, I had systematically assembled pieces of her body’s enigma. She intrigued me and had only caught me staring once, snaring with her own, my careless glance.

There were women everywhere; some, I even knew, but she was not one. Our eyes met; mine flitted away but returned to hers, which, to my delight, remained fixed.

Sauntering over to Wenda, and looking floorward, I registered the standard inquiry. “Don’t stare,” I murmured firmly. “She’s already caught me once, so give it a second and then tell me her name. Are you listening?”

“Which?” Wenda asked a little too naively to be convincing.

“Don’t fuck with me, Wenda. The girl standing near the piano, the one with the black hair—who is she?”

Wenda smiled in that savagely tender way of hers and took a sip from her glass before casually searching the crowded room for my would-be trophy. “Ah…that’s Paige, Paige de Villeneuve,” she observed. “Do you want her?”

“You’ve already had her haven’t you,” I said blankly.

“Maybe,” Wenda added, her rapid blinking confirming the unmistakable. Before she dissolved back into her role as hostess, I put her on notice. “I need to meet her. Make it happen.”

***

Everyone is drinking pink champagne from fluted glasses, the ten-inch ones that snap in half if someone sneezes. Balancing elegant silver trays on raised fingertips, three nude waiters, the only men present, lubricate the evening with booze, all the while dodging grabs from increasingly intoxicated women.

“Nude” was not exactly accurate as the boys wore tasteful red bow ties, an engaging addition, I thought, to the party’s ambiance. Most interestingly, each sported a respectable dick, not exactly “apparel,” but somehow worn, nonetheless. Needless to say, the floppy appendages swayed all about, drawing attention from the females.

I am especially taken by Hernan’s dick, as he is cute and uncircumcised. I have never known quite why, some Freudian thing I suspect, but uncut attracts me, something which dated back to Justin and that first blowjob in the shower. There was not much about men that spoke to virtue, but a malleable foreskin offers something to play with, something to draw back—to search under.

Anyway, it surprised Sheree Winton that never once did any of the waiters display even the semblance of an erection, and it is not as though we are not all hoping to see one—we are.

“Can you believe these boys?” she asked. Reaching, she taps the butt of Jorell as he darts by.

I do not envy them. Just college kids, they wade through a gaggle of lesbians to scoff up a few extra bucks on the weekend. Amusingly, from time to time, an entire tray crashes to the floor, as one of the girls grabs hold of an innocent scrotum. Even I did it once, to Mr. Steel-buns. Everybody laughed. He did not care and readily accepted the fifty bucks I tipped him.

It was not until shortly after ten or so that it finally happened. Simultaneously and possibly quite by accident—although I will not swear to it—both Paige and I both reached for the single remaining flute on a passing tray.

Our fingers fumbled at the stem, our eyes met and the room transformed itself into that scene from “West Side Story,” where Maria and Bernardo found themselves alone in a crowd. Frozen in a time-current in which no one else exists and where everyone stops moving, the couple melds into one person residing in separate but henceforth immaterial bodies.

Like their attraction, ours is immediate. A momentary lapse of reason, it harbors an intensity every romantic covets. Whatever it is, we merge, and I somehow manage to breathe in the rest of her form, noting deep blue eyes set wide apart, long legs, the riddle of whose confluence I instantly wish to unravel, the blackness of her hair and an elfin waist, which asyalı porno I—mistakenly assume to be cinched by some modern-day variant of a Victorian corset.

She smiled. I smiled. “Here, you take the champagne,” we blundered in chorus. “No, you,” we both insisted, laughing gleefully.

An hors d’oeuvre tray happens by, and I lift a caviar-smothered wafer from its selection. In an audition of sorts, I nibble it before handing it to her, wondering if she will bite; but especially wondering whether she might snack at the previously injured corner. In the worst way, it is what I want.

Briefly holding the brittle crucible with delicate fingers, she fixed on me and consciously rotating it raised the cracker to parted lips. She watched me tellingly, then snapped the cracker in half with perfect teeth. “So good,” she commented. “Eve’s apple,” I added. We had taken the second step on our communion path.

“Wenda told me you work at the clinic. You’re Paige, right?”

“Mmm…you know my name, a promising sign. I like it if somebody I like knows my name. Am I going to like you?” she asked, swaying her hips in sensuous undulations as she nipped the cracker a second time. “Anyway, yes, I’m a nurse at Eastside Medical.”

“Gynecology, right?”

“Oooo…correct again! That’s twice. So you’re familiar with…my work, interesting.”

“Sure,” I stumblingly answered. “I mean, I admit to asking about you after our eyes met earlier. I think nurses are hot. But tell me something…”

“…you do? What makes you think we’re hot?” The twinkle in her eye betrayed her, and I knew she already knew the answer.

“I don’t know…maybe it’s putting myself in somebody’s hands. Whenever I’m examined, I get goosebumps. Then there’s the uniform. Things are so casual now, but traditional nurse uniforms are, you know…do you ever wear them?”

“Rarely,” she said before pausing for thought. “Maybe, though, for you, I might put one on. But you didn’t answer me before. Do I like you, Jordan?”

“I think you…”

“…anyway, if it’s whites you want, we need to split from here.”

The commanding chemistry tugged at us. I had not hooked up with anyone in months, but a hook-up was not what this felt like. There was more to it, or at least that is what I chose to believe. However, we were well mannered and for appearance’s sake remained another half hour—the best we could manage after the champagne scuffle.

With spontaneity’s freshness distilling its own excitement, we surreptitiously plotted our escape, and after finally getting up the nerve, we sheepishly drew closer to our hostess. “We really have to run,” I shouted over the noise and music, then overwhelming most conversation anyway.

Wenda recognized what was happening and, as usual, interfered. “Leaving already? But you haven’t had dessert! And how sweet is this?” she observed, happily, blinking her eyes in friendly mockery while deliberately drawing unwanted attention to what was meant to be a discreet departure.

She obviously did not mind the early departure but used it as an opportunity to heighten the volume of her customarily restrained voice. The entire room stopped itself in place to gawk at us. ‘Bitch,’ I thought, smiling.

“And Jordan, I know how much you like your dessert,” she added sardonically, alluding to the world’s worst-kept secret, dating back to the Christmas party.

In that instant, our shared memory popped to the surface like a buoy. In an exchange of glances, we each recalled how we had slipped away together, leaving the busy club’s first floor for the privacy of a banquet-room upstairs, where Wenda played cool-whip topping in the role of dessert.

A burn started in my chest, its heat rising to my neck and face as Paige in a flash, gleaning the secretive meaning transferred as if by code during the infuriating exchange. Wanting to break from the meddling Wenda, I needed one thing—to evaporate from this place with the catch of the day.

But by then, she had already shifted gears and was addressing Paige, whose concentration had perked as her search engine silently ransacked Wenda’s thinly-veiled but obviously calculated exposé.

Looking back at me, Wenda continued, “And Paige, you must understand that Jordan will do anything—anything—for a sweet, creamy dessert—won’t you, Jordan?” I glanced pleadingly at Paige, whose lazy eyes betrayed that she had previously heard the story.

Opting for straightforward escape and jolting Paige by the hand, I uneasily declared, “Let’s go, Wenda!” Seconds later, we were descending the steps of the brownstone. “I hate that slut,” I cried. Paige smiled coyly.

The night was warm, and a light rain was falling, leaving the street slick and adding a hiss to the city’s natural background noise as cars darted by. “Your place or mine?” I asked.

Already hailing a cab, Paige called from over her shoulder: “Mine. I need to show you something.”

***

Tugging at the belt of my tight-fitting denims, azeri porno she whispered, “Take these off for me. I need to examine you.”

More robotically than I would have thought possible an hour before, I fought with the zipper as she stepped back, apparently to amplify my image. Oddly, with that rearward step, her demeanor changed to near impassivity as sandals, pants, then panties were slid off and kicked away.

“The blouse and bra, too,” she instructed. Hesitantly complying, a moment later, I stood there, naked.

“Such a nice body, Jordan.”

“Thank you,” I said gratefully.

“That wasn’t a compliment,” she replied briskly. “Just a professional opinion. Now sit and open your legs.”

The polished sheet registered cool against my naked bottom as I sat, lifting, then parting my legs. “What’s next, nurse?” I asked with faux-naïveté.

Paige strode forward, carefully placing the mysterious tray on the nightstand before pulling a glass thermometer from under the towel. “Turn over onto your tummy,” she said, lubricating the glass tip with KY.

The goosebumps began again, as I obediently rolled over and, almost unnoticed due to the thermometer’s slenderness, she inserted it into my rectum. Then, taking my wrist, and scrutinizing her watch, she acknowledged my healthy heart-rate with a nod before withdrawing the measuring instrument. “99.6, you’re perfect! Let’s check your breasts. I assume you do a self-exam monthly, Jordan?”

I shook my head guiltily. Paige tutted.

I rolled a second time, intuitively covering my nipples with my palms as a look of sympathetic admonishment crossed her face. “Shyness, Jordan? A little late for that, don’t you think?” Embarrassed, I let my hands fall away.

“That’s my good girl,” she said, before systematically moving the tips of her three middle fingers over my breasts in small overlapping circles. My nipples hardened, and I reached for her face, but she pulled away. Looking down at me, she said, “You’re a naughty patient, Jordan. Be still, and let me finish.”

Compliantly I slid to the middle of the bed, allowing my examiner enough space to continue her evaluation. She pressed firmly against the spongy tissue, pressuring my ribs as she varied the insistency of her finger pads, compressing here, poking there.

My eyes roamed to the partially concealed tray as her stethoscope traveled about, and I wondered what surprises lay hidden beneath that towel. She naturally anticipated my question, paused, then reached over and drew the downy cover aside. I panicked.

Looking up, I spoke resolutely. “An internal? A pelvic?” The idea struck me like a bolt of lightning as I locked onto the stainless steel speculum resting innocently just inches away.

“Good God, Paige! Listen…we’ve only just met, you know? I mean, I realize tonight has become a little more than special, but honestly, this?” The momentum of my words betrayed my nervousness.

My newly-found personal healthcare professional stood abruptly and stepped back to the doorway, displaying sobriety in vivid contrast to my prepubescent unease. She crossed her arms over her breasts and spoke authoritatively. “You’re behaving like a spoiled teenager, Jordan. Just let me complete my exam, and I’ll see to that creamy dessert you had with Wenda at the Christmas party. Let’s be honest. Isn’t it what you want?”

“Wenda had no right to tell you about that,” I snapped. Paige deftly disregarded my fumbling admonishment.

“And it’s whipped cream, correct? It’s what you came here for. We both know it. Jordan.”

Her practiced bearing and self-assurance transfixed me, allowing for a coveted moment to reflect before calmly nodding my faltering agreement. With that, Paige returned and planted delicate kisses on my neck and shoulders, turning the agonizingly clinical into softness before whispering, “Just relax now, Jordan darling. You’re tense, I can feel it. And let’s get those legs back up where they belong.”

“She’s so lovely,” Paige murmured as her gloved fingers parted my shimmering vaginal lips, lightly tugging at the folds of soft skin. Pressing down on my mons, she commented, “This may cramp a little, you understand.” With each of my arguments beaten back, I nodded guardedly.

Paige fondled the speculum, rubbing it with olive oil, poured from a glass beaker. Spilling several drops of liquid along the inner lips of my sex, she inserted the fearsome steel bills into the marginally cooperative channel.

Were it not for her business-like calm, demonstrating she knew her way around the intimidating utensil, I might have jumped from the bed and run naked and screaming into the street. Instead, I lay there, trusting in the unknown as she efficiently locked it in place with a couple of clicks and a swift spin. In seconds, I was open.

“Your pussy, so perfect,” she commented, scrutinizing my sex as if it were somehow unattached to the rest of me. “Don’t be afraid,” she added, and with the use of a slim penlight, she caringly peered into the cavernous portal between my legs.

Then, as if searching for something, she pressed down on my stomach with her fingertips before exclaiming, “At last. There she is! That’s better!” She smiled as though she had just passed her clinical exam.

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Author’s notes: long has it been since I have written any short stories. I’ve been so caught up in my personal life, my website, and work that my motivation to write has been slim to none. Thankfully my wild imagination has had no shortage of ideas, and being the smart cookie that I can be 5% of the time I decided to jot down some of the ideas that I had (this story being one of them). Enjoy the story, writers love feedback so if you feel so inclined feel free to write 🙂 maybe I’ll even get a little lucky and this story won’t be shot down in a fiery pyro spectacle!

Brenna stood in the middle of the room, her hands bound gently with satin, arms extended above her head. She glanced nervously around the room, but her anxiousness was born less of fear than of anticipation. The room was clad all in black; black walls, black ceiling, black floor. The lighting was abundant, but not harsh and bright, but soft and relaxing, giving the room a physical look of silence and splendor. Directly under her feet she stood upon a soft, satin sheet, underneath which was a soft, downy pad. She noted the contrast of such a dark, forbidding room that held such a soft, comforting atmosphere.

Presently her thoughts drifted to two days earlier, when her fiancé Nick had asked her what she thought of finally living out the fantasy they had many times spoken candidly about during sex. “One of the guys at work mentioned this place he went to once with his ex-wife, and when he told us all about it I couldn’t help but think of all the times we’ve discussed exploring your sexuality,” he said, giving that little smirk of a smile that had attracted her to him five years ago when they had met at a bookstore.

“Oh yeah? Ok, you’ve peaked my interests. Lets hear it.” She thought for sure this was going to be some devious way for him to bring up having a threesome with another woman. Although he never had done so before, since they’d began talking about their fantasies during sex, Brenna figured it would be any day now that he’d bring it up. She couldn’t have been more far from the truth.

“The place is called Whispers and Fantasy, and they cater to women only. Basically, you go there and tell these consultants what you’re looking for. You know, a certain scenario or situation, and the arrange it. Anyways, I was thinking that since I’m not really into strip clubs and you don’t like the idea of me going to one for my bachelor party, you could go there, live out the fantasy you’ve talked about, and since they offer a service to film the experience this could be your gift to me, and could serve as your ‘bachelorette party'”, Nick explained.

Brenna instantly felt the heat within her rise. Her fantasy of being taken by two women had been something she had been fantasizing about for almost a year now, but she never actually thought about going through with it, as she knew no one to do such things with. She dare not risk complicating things with a trusted friend, and she dared even less to pick up a strange girl she did not know.

And so, after a night of particularly great love-making with her soon-to-be husband she had agreed, and two days later she found herself in her present situation, hands bound with care and secured above her head, clad only in black thong and bra waiting for the next step of her fantasy.

She was brought out of her thoughts as two women, both of similar height and weight, came to stand before her. She gazed at them with amazement. To the left stood Alexis, her lithe figure, supple breasts, and long straight, blonde hair on display for Brenna to admire. To Alexis’ right stood Danielle, an equally petite beauty, but with hair as black as a ravens soft feathers, also stretching straight down her back.

They were visions of perfection; Danielle wearing black panties (a thong too, as Brenna would soon see when the beauty turned to show off her outfit), a black garter with black stockings, and black see-through bra. She was in direct contrast to Alexis, who’s blonde hair and exact same outfit mirrored in white made them out to be polar opposites, as if Alexis was a goddess from some unknown isle, and Danielle a she-devil from the darkest, most animalistic part of desire, sent to tempt and sway those who were faint of heart. Brenna could not decide which of the two she wanted more.

Brenna spoke not a word, as was part of the fantasy. Alexis strode over to her, and with a voice as soft and pure as virgin snow told her, “Remember, this is all set up for you. If at any time you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, or slow down, or change the pace otherwise just let us know. We’re here to please you.” Brenna nodded her approval, yet knew these two would give her no such reason to cry stop.

Danielle walked over to a far corner to the right, and as she did Alexis moved over to a small table (also clad in black, making it hard to see at all) and grabbed a small pitcher. Danielle momentarily fumbled with a small camera held on a tripod, and a small red light blinked on. Both sauntered back to her, and with care Alexis set down the pitcher. Inside porno was a slightly cloudy liquid.

First Danielle, then Alexis dipped their hands in, taking generous portions of the liquid, which flowed from between their fingers in thick globs rather than thin wisps, such as water would. Alexis positioned herself behind Brenna and began applying the liquid to her body, sliding her hands along her lower back, stopping momentarily to unclasp and remove her bra, which was strapless so as not to interfere with its removal.

She felt the vixen’s hands all about her, felt the eyes of Danielle roam over her body, over her small, firm breasts. Already she was feeling extremely aroused, both from the gaze of Danielle watching and Alexis sliding her hands over her back.

Alexis kneeled down, still behind Brenna, and when she did so Danielle also kneeled, and both began applying the sticky liquid to her body. Starting at her legs they moved up slowly, both doing the same leg. She could feel their hands sliding up her freshly waxed legs, could feel their hands touching the others as they applied their concoction. She could feel their hands sliding up her thighs, the touch to her inner thighs almost unbearable. Alexis let her hands trail up farther, near Brenna’s aroused sex.

As she did so Danielle ceased to help and, still kneeling, backed up a few paces and allowed Brenna to watch her spread her legs lewdly. She watched Alexis touch the helpless woman with a wicked gleam in her eyes, and as she watched Brenna saw Danielle start to work a hand down her body. Watching the she-devil near touching herself was almost as much a turn on as Alexis’ soft touch, which was now intently massaging her pussy through the thin material of her panties.

Her knees began to quiver slightly, and at that Alexis stopped massaging, Danielle closed her legs, and Brenna almost came unglued with passion, having practiced great self-control in crying out her protest to the women stopping. It was truly torture, but just as quickly as the two women stopped their game they moved in close and began working their magic liquid on Brenna’s other leg. In similar fashion they treated Brenna’s leg with a massage, both pairs of hands moving in close on her inner thighs, dancing just above her sex.

Brenna began to move her body this way and that in an attempt to get the women to touch where she wanted them to, but their hands danced over her body like a wild fire, moving from this place to that in a nigh unpredictable fashion. Danielle’s hand came finally to rest on Brenna’s pussy, massaging deeply, rubbing her clit through the thin material. Brenna sucked her breath in through clenched teeth, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

It was Alexis’ turn to display some talent to the bound woman. However, she chose to show her talents in the way of the physical, moving onto her knees behind Brenna and sliding her tongue softly up the woman’s backside. Brenna could feel her tongue sliding over her skin, rounding the gentle curves of her ass, to her inner back where Alexis kissed and sucked softly on the small of her back. Danielle’s hand worked Brenna’s pussy with an expertise that only a woman with a genuine love for the female form could do. Her touch electrified Brenna, and combined with the oral play on her body she was again beginning to lose control of the strength in her legs.

Alexis brought her tongue to the feminine crease in Brenna’s backside, her tongue sliding its way in between the curvy flesh, finally coming to rest against the thin material that barely covered her anus. Her tongue moved about the cloth in gentle strokes, as Danielle’s hand still continued to massage and kneed at her pussy. Brenna moaned out in ecstasy at the feel of such a soft, caressing touch to her anus.

The playing continued on for a span of only a few minutes, then once again the two temptresses stopped their play and continued their application of the oil, which Brenna noticed was now beginning to heat her skin, but not in an uncomfortable way. The two women applied the liquid to her sides and front, running soft hands up her slim stomach, to her breasts, where Danielle paid special attention to, and Alexis reached around to also fondle and admire Brenna’s breasts with the skilled touch of her silken hands.

They finally stopped at her neck, and backing away Danielle moved mere feet away from Brenna. Alexis came to the front to gaze upon her body. Brenna felt an almost desperate cry stuck in her throat at the realization that possibly the two most beautiful women in the world were within arms reach of her, yet so unattainable. It felt to her a lifetime before the two sisters of lust finally moved. But it was not to her they moved to, they turned to face each other, and as she watched they began kissing passionately. Danielle let her tongue slide far out from her mouth for Alexis to suck on, all for show for the girl bound in front of them.

Alexis sucked hungrily on Danielle’s tongue, occasionally moving in close to bury her tongue deep in the mouth of the black anime porno clad raveness. As they kissed their hands roamed the others body, Danielle cupping Alexis’ breasts and slowly pulling down her bra, as Alexis’ hands found their way to Danielle’s panties. With one fluent motion borne of practiced perfection her panties were removed, and once again they stood to face Brenna. Alexis stood proud with natural, well rounded breasts standing defiantly from her chest; Danielle showing her own pride in the evident great job she did in either shaving or waxing all traces of hair from her perfect sex.

Little time did Brenna have to admire their bodies, as they moved in close and without word or warning the tie binding her arms above her head was released and Danielle grabbed Brenna by the hair in mock dominance and forced her to her knees. From behind Alexis pushed Brenna gently so that she was on all four’s, and as Danielle stepped closer to her Alexis quickly removed Brenna’s panties in the same practiced motion that had helped the raven haired woman’s own panties come off not a minute earlier. Immediately Brenna felt the tongue of Alexis upon her again, this time at her engorged pussy.

Brenna sought to moan aloud, but before she could follow through Danielle’s hand was once again in her hair, this time pulling her head into the woman’s freshly shaved sex. This was her first taste of another woman, and Brenna had not been eased into it as many women might seek to be. This was her fantasy; to be dominated and sexually ravaged by two women, and here in the small confines of the dark room she was feeling emotions and desires she never knew existed within her.

She licked rough and hard at Danielle’s sex, her efforts doubled, then tripled as she heard the instant affect her cunnilingus was having on her partner. Behind her, Brenna felt the expert tongue of Alexis playing at her own entrance, and for a brief moment she felt like the white princess was being neglected. But there was more fun to be had.

Brenna continued to roam her tongue all about the woman’s pussy, exploring with her tongue the differences between her own sex and the woman in front of her. Brenna found concentrating hard as Alexis continue to feast from her sex, dipping her tongue deep inside her, then withdrawing it to trail up her backside, then down to her clit where she sucked it with care, holding it between her teeth and battering it with the tip of her tongue.

The stimulation was becoming too much for Brenna, and as the passions of orgasm began to wash over her she dropped her head and forgot the task which Danielle had given her mouth. Danielle sensed her nearing orgasm, having seen such reactions from women many times before, and scooted in closer to lay her fingers upon the girl’s backside. Her fingers gently rubbed, caressed, and tentatively penetrated Brenna’s anus, and when she felt a finger slowly slide inside her anus along with the mouth that so skillfully worked over her pussy she let go, and with a cry of animal passion she orgasmed with great force.

For a moment she lost all vision, and everything was forgotten, all she felt was the crushing blow of climax, and the stars spilled out before her vision for what seemed to be an eternity. Slowly her breathing relaxed and her vision returned, and when at length she was able to see she took note that she was no longer on all four’s but huddled on the ground in a fetal position, with both Danielle and Alexis cuddled up close to her, both having known the exact moment in which to cease their stimulating assault as to create the most intense and satisfying orgasm for their play thing. She also noticed both women had removed the remaining articles of clothing that had previously binded them from total nudity. Both women’s bodies were works of art.

She came close to speaking, but stopped as she saw that Danielle’s hand was absent-mindedly lingering between Alexis’ thighs. Brenna looked at Alexis thoughtfully, watching the expression of satisfaction in her eyes. Brenna always felt that if everyone could walk around in a post orgasmic joy there would be no war, violence, or crime.

Danielle’s hand remained between Alexis’ leg for the entire time Brenna took to come down off her orgasmic high, and at such a time Brenna stretched out with her face near the lovely white vixen’s legs to watch Danielle at play. Danielle definitely seemed the dominant one.

Alexis spread her legs to give Brenna a better view, and as two of Danielle’s fingers slid slowly in and out of her pussy Brenna scooted closer still and outstretched her tongue to taste from Alexis’ sex-which was also completely shaved. Alexis moved her head back and let out a satisfying sigh, beginning to rock her hips slowly towards Danielle’s fingers and Brenna’s tongue. They lay and slowly played for several minutes, until Danielle stood and strolled over to a table placed at the opposite of the other, and removed from it an item which Brenna instantly recognized from adult movies and adult stores as a strap-on.

Stepping arap porno through the appropriate places Danielle donned the black strap-on of respectable size, which protruded from her midsection like a horizontal relic of Sapphic delight. While Danielle got herself situated in the device Brenna’s hand had found it’s way over to Alexis’ sex to take up the vacancy left by Danielle’s fingers. She continued to watch Danielle with curious anticipation while her fingers worked slowly in an out of Alexis, whose pussy was flowing a steady stream of liquid.

Again, with no words, Danielle this time took Alexis by the hair, moving her onto her back where she positioned herself between her legs and sat the large tool between Alexis’ legs, resting the tip against her pussy. At this Alexis smiled, and Danielle moved her hand to Alexis’ mouth where she was supplied a generous amount of saliva from the girls tongue. Danielle applied this to the shaft of the dildo, and in one fluent motion slid the entire length into Alexis.

Her eyes rolled back and she stiffened, Brenna gave a small smile as she remembered countless times that Nick had made her feel that very same way. But she gave him no further thought, and instead watched as the raven haired beauty began to make love to the pure angel to which she was penetrating.

Alexis made little moaning sounds with each thrust, and it took Brenna only one fluid glance from Danielle to realize she had a purpose for her. After glancing to Brenna she moved her gaze south along her body, to rest on her pussy, then a quick glance over to Alexis’ face told her exactly what she should do.

Brenna got up onto her knees-which she noted were still a bit weak-and parted her legs to rest just over Alexis’ face. Her pussy gleamed over the woman’s mouth like a piece of food waiting to be devoured-and Alexis’ treated it as if she had not eaten in a week.

And there the three women remained for a long length; Danielle thrusting the large phallic device in and out of Alexis’; Alexis’ stealing long, deliberate licks along the length of Brenna’s pussy. Once again Brenna’s pussy flowed with liquid, and Alexis’ licked her in an ever-increasing effort to get at it all. What Brenna did next Danielle had not expected, had not ordered, but certainly enjoyed.

Brenna bent down and began licking and sucking at Alexis’ clit, her hands curling around the woman’s ass and finding the same spot Danielle had stimulated on her own body earlier. Her fingers played at her anal entrance, slowly testing the limits of the tight skin, all the time her tongue dancing all around her pussy and dildo which slid in and out of her with ever increasing fervor.

Alexis’ began to moan louder, but even as she did an animal instinct overtook Brenna and she lowered her pussy more over her mouth to stifle her moans. Danielle watched on with great satisfaction, her thrusts going ever fast into Alexis’ sex. Brenna allowed her saliva to drip down the girl’s pussy, till it ran to where her fingers played at the woman’s other entrance. Providing a slight lubrication Brenna slid a slim finger into the woman’s anus, slowly sliding it in and out at a slower pace than the dildo which invaded her.

Alexis’ was licking at Brenna’s pussy at a fevered pace now, partly from enjoyment of the act, but more so from the vaginal and anal assault on her body. She was nearing orgasm and desperately wanted Brenna to feel a second orgasm. Once again her hands came to either side of Brenna’s ass, but this time she did not seek anal play, but this time used her hands to spread the woman slightly, and forcing her face up as far as possible buried her tongue inside her sex.

Brenna let out a gasp of sexual energy, passion driving her to do things which tested the limits of her imagination. She sank her finger deep inside Alexis’ back entrance, and with an act of carnal pleasure clamped her mouth down upon her clit, biting hard and sucking as best she could despite the awkward angle of Danielle’s strap-on which continued to hammer at the woman’s pussy.

Their stamina only lasted a few minutes in this situation. At once Alexis’ moaned loudly, which grew to a guttural growl of extreme pleasure, even as Brenna reached orgasm of her own, to which she buried her face into the woman’s sex. All three women collapsed in a tangle of arms, legs, and disheveled hair, having been worn out physically, emotionally, and sexually.

***

Nick sat in the plush office of the downtown L.A. office of Whisper’s and Fantasy. It had been nearly a full day since he had dropped Brenna off at one of their shooting locations, but was informed to pick her up from the main office because there was post paperwork to be filled out and various other business end finalities.

He sat looking at the deep brown oak desk in front of him, at which sat several pictures of various people of various ages-from small children to elderly folk. He glanced about the walls, which hung several diplomas, awards, and certifications. As he stood to look at them more closely the office door opened and in stepped a ravishingly attractive woman in a business suit, her long black hair done up in a bun, brown eyes showing a glint of happiness through sophisticated glasses. She was a true fantasy of men, the equivocal businesswoman.

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Journey into Submission: The Failure

“Did you complete your task, sweetheart?”

Ruby froze, “I did, sir. But-“

“But?” AJ tilted her chin so he could watch her face and candid gray eyes.

She quivered just a little, took a deep breath and confessed in a rush, “I walked a complete circuit of the mall with the egg..in…in…as directed, Master. But I had it turned to low instead of high.”

His increased tension did not escape her and when he frowned down at her, Ruby’s heart thumped hard in her breast.

In a voice so quiet that it made the hairs on her arms stand up, he said only, “Explain.”

A sick sense of failure welled bitterly in the back of her throat and she shivered as though suddenly cold. “The egg was too loud, Sir, too noticeable. And I did not have permission to cum. When the egg is on high in my…in my pussy, I nearly always cum, M..M…Master.”

By the end of her explanation, as AJ’s frown deepened, Ruby was hiccoughing with anxiety. In all their time together, she had never before seen in him this profound disappointment.

It had seemed such a small transgression. And AJ had heretofore been an indulgent and understanding Master. It had not occurred to her that she would face his displeasure over it.

Her heart hammered heavily behind her ribs: a knell, a portent. Oh god. Oh god, she had failed. It hurt to breathe. She had failed her Master and the enormity of it took her far past tears to a trembling, quivering mass of apprehension.

She sank to her knees before him and whispered brokenly over and over, “I am sorry.” And then, “Master forgive me. I didn’t think it mattered so-“

“You will not always know my purpose, Ruby.” And his voice was so cold, so displeased, that his words fell in an icy shower over her huddled form. She flinched and shook so hard that her teeth chattered.

“Do you consider then that you need only obey those commands that you think matter?”

“N…no-“ she breathed it thickly, anguished.

“Did you think I had forgotten how often you cum when the egg is turned to high?”

“I…” didn’t think I could cum without permission…thought it the lesser of two bad choices…Ruby drew a shuddering breath and settled for, “I don’t know, Sir.”

Her throat ached, her lungs ached, her heart ached and in her misery it was physically painful to speak. She was suffused with a bone-deep sense of panic. She had failed her Master. She would be released. The prospect devastated her.

She gulped air, dragged it audibly into lungs that refused to function properly and whimpered in her pain. “Please, Sir.”

“Please what?” he prompted. Then before she could answer, added, “Look at me when you speak.”

Obediently she lifted her face, shivering. “Please forgive me, Sir.” Had she but known it, her blonde hair held more color than her cheeks.

“Oh Ruby-mine-“ he sighed.

She blinked, uncomprehending, as AJ abruptly gathered her in his arms and strode to the couch where he sat holding her trembling body. He rocked her gently against his broad chest, pressed her face over his heart and chafed warmth back into her quivering form.

“Sweetheart, I will always forgive you.”

And there was such warm ardor in his voice that Ruby began to weep uncontrollably. She wept out her sorrow, her self-disappointment, her relief. Throughout the storm of emotion, AJ kept her wrapped in his arms and murmured soothingly into her hair.

A century or so later, when her tears had dried to faint hiccoughs, he tenderly dried her eyes and kissed her forehead.

“Ready to talk?”

Ruby nodded, blowing her nose into the tissue he handed her.

“You were instructed to dress in your blue suit, put the vibrating egg in your pussy, turn it to high and walk one complete circuit of the mall. Tell me why you did not follow my instructions.”

She took a deep shaky breath and plunged ahead, “Even with the egg deep inside me, Sir, I could hear it and thought others could, too. And I knew that if I left it on high that I would cum and I did not have your permission. So I…I turned it down. To low. Oh Master, I am sooo sorry.”

“I know you are, baby. Did you have reservations about this task before you left to carry it out?”

“Yes, Sir.” She admitted forlornly.

He tilted her chin. “This was a test, Ruby. I expected you to tell me that the egg would be too loud and if you did not think it was so, then I expected you to ask for permission to cum while carrying out this task. Yet you did neither.”

Her eyes widened and she felt her jaw drop. Embarrassed color flooded her wan face. Her Master had given her a task that he never expected her to carry out! Her Master had tested her willingness to point out her own reservations. And she had failed. In her own arrogance and pride, she had seen fit to alter his directions rather than speak up and in so doing she had failed him utterly.

It had never occurred to her that he would test her this way. In a rush, Ruby realized that sex izle in failing to comply with his instructions, in failing to divulge her reservations, she had been guilty of topping from the bottom. She had threatened the trust between them – AJ’s trust that she would follow his commands implicitly. And she had no real excuse. AJ always listened to her and sometimes even changed his directions. No, her folly had been in believing that she knew her Master’s goal and therefore thinking that there would be no harm in altering her compliance as long as that goal was met.

She was devastated all over again. Fresh tears welled at the depths of her failure.

“Enough tears, darling girl.” AJ said bracingly, hugging her close. “Have you understood this lesson?”

She nodded, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. “I will carry out your directions exactly as you have delineated them and if I have reservations or questions, I will make them known to you before-hand. To do otherwise,” she added tearfully, “would break your trust in me and would be topping from the bottom.”

He smiled at her with pride. “Exactly. You understand that – even knowing your reservations – my commands may not change?”

“Yes, Sir.” She answered, and then asked with a catch in her voice, “Will you really forgive me? Always?”

“Absolutely.” He smiled tenderly at her and stroked his thumb across her damp cheek.

Ruby hugged him hard as her heart leapt. “Oh, Master! Though I had to displease you to learn it, this is a wonderful loving gift you have given me! Knowing that you will forgive me my failures is…is-” she started to cry again in her relief.

“It does not mean that I will forgo punishing you however.”

“P..punish me?” her tears dried magically at this even as her pulse sped to a gallop.

“Yes, lover. You did not obey my command, for this you will be punished. You did not tell me what was in your heart when you were given this command, for this you will be punished.

“The truth is, lover, it delights me to give you pleasure and the thought of you cumming – perhaps even moaning softly – while touring the mall in your prim teacher’s clothes gave me a huge erotic charge. Your actions denied us both. For this you will be punished.”

She stared intently into his beloved face, took a couple of deep breaths and tilted her trembling chin.

“I understand, Sir. I am proud to be yours.”

“I love you, my jewel.”

She caught her breath on a low moan as an orgasm rolled over her in a cresting wave of exquisite release. AJ had confirmed for her weeks ago that ‘jewel’ when spoken by him did indeed trigger her climax although he had long since removed the hypnotic post-suggestion that originally accompanied the word. She had been conditioned to the trigger long enough that it worked without hypnosis.

AJ held her close and murmured; “You please me well, darling Ruby.”

Journey Into Submission: The Punishment

That evening, Ruby presented herself to AJ wearing only her basic attire: her collar engraved with Celtic knots and adorned with two rubies, 3-tiered nipple chain hooked through nipple rings, black lace silk stockings and tiny garter belt. She wore her hair loose about her shoulders and went shoeless at his orders.

“I am ready, Sir.”

She trembled a little before him, unable to look away from the leather crop lying upon the table. Next to it was something floating in a bowl of water. Ginger, she thought, with a sniff. Gingerroot that had been peeled and shaped…shaped like…Ruby swallowed hard.

“Come here, baby.” He patted his lap and smiled warmly.

With a sigh of relief, she sat in his lap and curled into him. AJ put one arm around her shoulders and cupped her hip with his other hand. His breath stirred the hair at her temple. She licked and kissed his neck; quick flicking licks and sucking kisses.

“Did you see what’s in the bowl, baby?”

“Ginger, Sir?”

“Correct. What shape would you say it is?”

She shivered, “It is shaped like a small ass plug.”

“Yes.” He rewarded her with a claiming kiss and Ruby melted into him with a murmur of joy. He stroked his tongue along hers, nibbled on her full lower lip, sank his heated claim deep into her moist receptive mouth.

When he at last lifted his head, she gasped for air while he asked, “Have you heard of ‘figging’ Ruby?”

She wrinkled her brow in thought. “An old English custom wasn’t it? Something to do with anal play, ginger, and spanking or c..caning.” She stuttered as she recalled the crop.

“Exactly. I’m impressed, love. You have been doing your homework.”

Her blush spread upwards from the tops of her breasts to her entire face at his praise. It was a ceaseless joy, that mere words from this man could give her such physical pleasure.

“Figging refers to the practice of inserting gingerroot into the ass of one about to be caned. The ginger…heats up and prevents the disobedient one from clenching their ass.”

‘Disobedient’ fransız porno echoed over and over in her brain and locked up her throat.

“There will be no damage to you from the ginger. Do you trust me, Ruby?”

“I do, AJ-sir.” And as she spoke this affirmation, she relaxed.

“Good girl.”

He grinned at her and tugged the nipple chain taut; teased and pinched her nipples, drawing his fingernails over the hardened flushed rosebuds. Ruby whimpered at the loss when he detached the chain and dropped it in his pocket. Her nipples ached with need but she understood that this was deliberate and part of her punishment.

“Bend belly down over the arm of the couch, Ruby.”

Ruby shook with a mixture of emotions as she moved to obey; she was mortified, embarrassed, saddened. Pride had led her to this. She thought she could interpret her Master’s commands to suit herself. She had indeed earned this punishment.

AJ stood to the right of her, his hand resting on the naked curve of her luscious bottom as she settled face down on the couch, ass propped high by the couch arm, her toes just touching the floor.

He unhooked her garters and fondled her, his big fingers stroking her ass, exploring the texture of her skin, delving into the heated crack. All of her attention riveted there where he fondled and caressed and invaded.

“Spread your ass for me.”

Heat rolled over Ruby as she complied. Anticipation, fright, shame combined to keep her heart tripping and stumbling in her breast. Remorse that she had brought them both to this kept her flushed with unnaturally bright color and on the verge of tears.

“Good girl,” AJ said quietly and she heard him dip his fingers in the bowl of water. Something wet, cold, and smooth touched her asshole and though she had been expecting it, she flinched nonetheless.

“Bear down.”

As the pressure increased, she bore down and the ginger plug slid easily inside her. It was smaller, cooler than the ass plug AJ usually used. Her anus clamped around the carved indentation and AJ held the plug there a moment, to be certain it was properly positioned.

“Ruby-mine, place your hands palms down on the cushion above your head.”

Ruby obeyed, utterly conscious of the cool firm ginger plug in her ass. Her long blonde hair glowed richly in the soft light and partially obscured the flaming curve of her cheek.

“Will there be a safeword, Ruby?” AJ’s voice was cool, dispassionate.

“No, Sir.” Ruby’s voice was muffled in the curve of her arm. She shivered, “There is no safeword during punishment.”

They had discussed this months ago. Then she had believed she would never find herself in this predicament, in her arrogance and pride she had believed that she would always please AJ.

“You are not to move your hands,” he told her firmly as he cupped her ass. “If you do, you will receive 5 additional strokes.”

“I understand.”

“You are to count each stroke. If you forget, you will be given 5 additional strokes for each miss. You are to thank me for each stroke. You will be given 5 additional strokes each time you forget. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She quivered.

“Your punishment is 30 strokes of the crop.”

“Master?”

“Yes, Ruby.”

“Thank you for this punishment I am about to receive.” Her breath hitched and her voice was thin, thready yet sincerity shone in her.

“Good girl.” AJ fondled her ass lovingly. “And baby-“

“Yes Sir?”

“With each stroke, you will give up your doubts, shame, and guilt and replace them with…”

“The pain, Master.” She finished for him when he deliberately trailed off. Her voice was thick with tears. Almost as an aside, she noticed that the ginger now glowed warmly in her ass.

“Ruby, I love you.”

AJ brought the crop down sharply on her ass.

Her whole body shuddered with the bite of the crop and she drew a hissing breath at the hot line of pain. It triggered her tears.

“One. Thank you, Sir.”

The crop whistled briefly and she heard the impact almost before she felt the stinging pain.

“Two. Thank you, Sir. “Three. Thank you, Sir. “Four. Thank you, Sir.”

Ruby closed her eyes as the heat built with each stroke. Sometimes AJ paused to stroke his palm over her soft skin. Sometimes he brought the crop down in quick succession. Her body vibrated with each blow, her breath caught in her throat but she kept her palms down as though glued to the cushion and she kept track of the strokes though her eyes blurred with a thick rain of tears. She needed this…expiation, this way to exchange a lasting guilt and shame for transitory pain.

At ten strokes, AJ paused a long moment.

“Ruby.”

A brief hesitation and then a hitched, “Ye-hess Sir?”

“You are doing beautifully. I love the way your ass jiggles with each stroke of the crop and the heat is delicious.” He traced a finger along one red welt and Ruby shivered. “Tell me about the teen porno ginger.”

“Burning heat,” she whispered.

He chuckled, removed his hands from her heated ass and resumed. He had placed the first ten strokes evenly over her ass. Now he began to vary both intensity and placement.

“Eleven. Tha-hank you, Sir.”

The next stroke landed precisely over the previous one and the pain of it strangled her voice in her throat.

“T..t..twelve. Thank y-hou, Sir.”

Heat. Burning Heat. When she inadvertently, instinctively tried to clench her buttocks the ginger flared white-hot and she relaxed her muscles with a hiss. Fighting the kiss of the crop resulted in a sharper pain. She forced herself to embrace it.

Ruby imagined that each stroke of the crop, as it lay briefly against her flesh, soaked up her doubts, shame, and guilt, and lifted them away even as her Master lifted the crop for a fresh stroke. Each heated brand became a cathartic agent, welcomed, needed, sought. She relaxed into each blow, letting her breath go in a long slow release.

“Twenty. Thank you, Sir.”

Ruby lay breathing deeply, her body soft and pliant beneath AJ’s hands as he paused again. Her ass hot and red, his palms a cool soothing caress.

“Ruby.” And then sharper, “Ruby.”

She drifted on sensation…on the heated sting of her ass, on the glowing heat of the ginger inside her. AJ gave her this pain as an avenue to grace, she thought gratefully. She felt hollowed out, cleansed, remade.

“Sir?”

“Tell me about the ginger.”

“White hot, Sir.” She shifted her hips as she spoke. “May I move, please, Sir?”

“Why?”

The question stumped her. “Because I need to move, Sir. The ginger wants me to move.”

He chuckled softly “Stay still, lover. How many strokes are left?”

“Ten, Sir?”

“Correct. I am so proud of you, sweetheart. You may stop counting at 25.”

AJ stroked his palm over her glowing bottom in a loving caress. When he resumed her punishment, it seemed to Ruby that the pain had faded into the background and what the crop delivered now was pure heat. Purifying heat.

“Twenty-one. Thank you, Sir.”

He administered this punishment out of his love for her, she realized dreamily, as the blows flowed one into the other. Her hips lifted slightly with each stroke…an unconscious welcoming gesture. Her voice, while unwavering, held a soft otherworldly quality.

“Twenty-five. Thank you, Sir.”

“Tell me about the ginger, darling girl.”

“White heat,” she whispered, “It makes me want to move. Please sir, let me move.”

“Show me how you want to move.”

Ruby rolled her hips into the couch arm in a languid imitation of sex. AJ let his breath go in an explosive rush that was not -–quite – a triumphant laugh.

“Soon,” he said. “You may move when I fuck you, not before.” He brought the crop down again.

She gave herself completely to the crop, to the heat, to the man who mastered her with skill and thought and love. Ruby slid farther into sub-space and floated there.

She came to herself slowly, a piece at a time: aware first that her cheek rested on nubby-rough carpet. Her wrists were cuffed and she was face down on the padded carpeted bench. Her legs were spread wide and AJ stood between them.

She felt the heat of his legs against her thighs, the hair-roughened caress of them as they stroked against her. On-off, on-off, heat-cool rush of air. There was sound too, she realized…a liquid slide and muffled thump, the sound of flesh on flesh. Her body moved rhythmically. The friction-full stroking of hot cock into her body, into her pussy, gradually matched the sound of it.

Her ass was afire. AJ’s hands curled over her hips tightly, holding her just so, pulling her just so, just so…

“Oh,” she said.

“The heat is delicious, love.” AJ crooned, pressing his groin against the flaming curve of her ass.

An electric jolt surged through her as he buried his cock deeper inside her and her hips lifted in welcome.

“Oh, god.” She said on a long moaning breath.

“I claim you,” he said, fucking her so strongly that her body slid against the rough weave of the carpet until halted by the restraints. “You belong to me.”

“Yours,” she sighed, eyes closed in rapture. “I submit. I submit, always.”

His cock took her in long hard strokes, faster and faster, driving the heat up inside her so that Ruby felt as though she were melting from her pussy outward. AJ, her lover and Master, melded them into one entity. Erasing boundaries, erasing limits he took her over, he took them both to completion.

“Cum now, Ruby.” He said and Ruby came so hard that her pussy locked tight as her body shuddered under wave after wave of bliss. Her cheeks tingled with it.

“God, that’s it.” AJ moaned, pressing his chest to her back. “Oh baby, I love the feel of you when you cum on my cock.”

He bit her on the back of her neck and her body bucked as another sharper wave of pleasure surged through her. He kept fucking her through her climax, his hips slapping against her burning ass, his cock a hot flame.

“Mine,” he said minutes? hours? later and then he thrust deep and came, his moans of pleasure music to her ears.

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The saga continues. Apologies for the delay, work has been hectic these last couple months and motivation to write has been difficult to muster. This chapter is a little shorter than the last one, but I hope you enjoy it, nonetheless.

As I said with all the others, this is my continuation of this story, the first two chapters were written by Hugeerectson and peaceender. As always, I suggest you read all the previous chapters to catch up before reading. Anyways, enjoy!

All characters are over 18

The first time the three of us had sex together was a little… awkward. Maneuvering with as big of a cock as mine around Tina and Rachel was difficult at first. Our first night ended with both of their bellies filled with cum

Sunday morning came and I awoke as I normally did. I went to the bathroom to relieve

my morning erection, but before I could the girls burst into the room. To my surprise they asked me to hold off on masturbating for a while. They were curious to know how big a load I would have with my combined growth pills.

I knew it would be a challenge, even more challenging than before, but I acquiesced to their request. The first couple days weren’t so bad, but by Wednesday I decided to go without any sort of clothing. My spontaneous erections were becoming quite frequent.

I was awoken with a startle on Thursday when Rachel barged into my room with a cold compress. Before I could react, she placed it on my morning erection. I nearly fell out of my bed at the sudden shock from cold on my naked body. Rachel just laughed as she held it in place and watched my hard cock soften.

“How about a little warning next time?” I asked. She was more considerate the next morning when she gently shook me awake before icing over my crotch.

When Saturday came, I wasn’t sure if I could hold out anymore. My penis was still growing, it had reached twenty-eight inches long and was as wide as a can of soda. I was worried that it would be too big to have sex, but Tina and Rachel showed me the huge dildos they had bought to practice on, and every night I could hear them two using them.

I didn’t notice any adverse effects from using the new growth pills combined with the old. I didn’t count the fact that my balls had grown to the size of softballs adverse, though it was very hard to walk. Hey, Tina wanted to see how much cum my sperm factories could make after a week and by the looks of it I might be able to fill a bathtub.

I wasn’t the only one growing though, Tina had grown a massive pair of tits, I think they were bigger than mom’s now. She was still taking more than the maximum recommended dosage, if she kept that up her breasts were going to grow down past her navel by next week. Another unforeseen problem my sister had was the amount of lactation she was experiencing. She had purchased a breast pump, but even pumping twice a day wasn’t enough to keep pace.

Rachel also continued to take the maximum dose of pills and her butt was ballooning outward as well. Every night Tina and Rachel would purposely tease me by measuring each other’s growth in front of me. Tina had reached H-cup size by Friday, and Rachel’s ass looked like she had inflated a balloon for each cheek in her yoga pants. How she fit into those pants I couldn’t figure out.

On Saturday morning I woke up to the smell of bacon. I ran cold water from the shower to lower my erection before heading downstairs. Rachel was sitting at the kitchen bar, Tina making three plates of bacon, eggs and toast. “Good morning! I made us breakfast; would you like some?” Tina asked.

“Sure” I replied. I pulled up a barstool next to Rachel, she was wearing only a pink thong and black camisole. Her ass had grown so much that when sitting on the stool the top was completely covered and hidden from view. Her thighs, once toned and firm, were now thunderous masses of flesh. Rachel’s hips had widened obscenely as well. Combined with her thin waist her body resembled an exaggerated pear. I felt my cock begin to rapidly swell, this was nearly unbearable. The effects of my enhanced pills and the two girls deliberate teasing over this week was too much, I was trying my best to keep my composure.

“Hey sis, could you get me an ice pack?” I asked hesitantly, trying to keep my erection from growing to full size.

“Here you go bro!” Tina said. She slid the ice pack across the counter, I snatched it up and placed the cold surface on my genitals. The swelling began to subside, but this was only a temporary solution, I needed relief.

Tina placed a glass of milk next to my plate. I held the lip just under my nose, checking to make sure it wasn’t from the jug full of my semen. It smelled like milk, but…different somehow. “Where did you buy this milk from?” I asked.

“I didn’t, it’s homemade” Tina hefted one of her huge tits, milk was already starting sikiş izle to soak through her shirt. I quickly put the ice pack back on my crotch.

“Tina, do you think it’s a good idea for me to drink your breastmilk? I’m already on experimental pills and you have been taking more growth pills than recommended.

“So what? We have been drinking your super sperm out of this jug for weeks, what’s my milk going to do?” Tina replied while shaking the milk jug.

“Maybe it will make you grow faster!” Rachel exclaimed. Rachel and I have spent a lot of time together this past week, one thing I haven’t learned yet is the limit of her desire for the size of my cock.

“If this thing keeps growing, I’ll be measuring with a yard stick before too long” I answered. Rachel visibly squirmed in her seat, just mentioning my size turned her on. The ice pack stayed firmly in place at that thought also.

“Just drink it, you’ll be fine” Tina said while taking her seat on the other side of Rachel. If I know anything about Tina, I would bet that she spiked her breastmilk milk jug with more of my pills. With a sigh I slowly lifted the glass to my lips and took a couple sips. Not bad tasting, it had a different taste for sure, but it wasn’t terrible.

The rest of the day was uneventful, Tina and Rachel left for a while and came back around dinner. It was late in the evening when I heard a commotion upstairs, so I went to investigate. Out in the hall I could hear moaning from inside, I slowly opened the door. I never felt my cock harden so quickly before.

On the bed Tina was on her back, head on the foot diagonally across the mattress. Rachel was on top, facing the opposite direction. Each had their faces buried in the others pussy. Rachel looked over at me, “It’s about time you showed up!”. Tina mumbled something, but I couldn’t understand since her face was buried between Rachel’s thighs.

I walked over to Rachel, she sat up to meet me, practically smothering Tina with her giant ass. She leaned in and began kissing the base of my penis. With me still standing and the massive size all she could reach was mid-way up the shaft. I ran my fingers through her hair as she then began to fondle my enlarged balls. I took a step back and lowered my cock head to her lips, opened her mouth and began to lick all around the tip and head. Rachel held out her tongue, she had enough pre cum in her mouth to equal a normal amount of ejaculate.

I sat on the bed, in front of Rachel and between Tina’s feet. I started kissing down the side of her neck, and down her chest to her chest. Rachel’s tits had grown larger this last week from drinking from the same ‘milk’ carton as Tina. They hadn’t ballooned out like Tina’s but her still at a large D cup. I sank my face into her tit while I squeezed the other with my right hand. With my left hand I reached down and began to play with Tina’s wet pussy, I could hear her muffled moans from underneath Rachel.

Since I was leaning over my enlarged cock was resting on Rachel’s shoulder, she began to stroke and lick as much as she could reach. This went on for several minutes before Rachel gently pushed my head off her tit. I stood back up next to the bed, Rachel took ahold of my cock and lowered it back towards her mouth.

Rachel stretched her mouth wide open and began to blow me. It took most of my willpower not to blow my massive load down her throat as her head inched further and further down. To my surprise Rachel then backed off, she must have felt my impending explosion.

“Let’s not get to hasty” she teased. “There’s some lube on the dresser, I think you know where I want you to put that monster” Rachel leaned forward, back on her hands and knees. Tina gasped for air, her fingers now playing with Rachel’s pussy.

“Don’t keep her waiting, she’s been waiting for this all week” Tina said. I grabbed to bottle of lube and carefully, but generously, applied it to my cock. Tina reached up and grabbed two handfuls of jiggling flesh that was Rachel’s ass and spread her cheeks. I poured a generous amount of lube into my hand.

Rachel moaned and squirmed as I rubbed the lube around her waiting hole. I stepped back and lowered my massive penis towards her. “A little help sis?” I asked. It was difficult to keep my cock on target, it kept wanting to rise back up. Tina grabbed right underneath my cock head and guided me in.

I gently inserted the tip, it was tight, but not as tight as I was expecting. Rachel must have been preparing for tonight over the past week.

“Oh God you’re huge! Keep going, just be gentle” Rachel said between moans. Tina’s eyes widened as I inched more and more of my member into Rachel’s ass. Her face was mere inches away as I stretched out Rachel’s hole. I pushed more and more inside.

“Right there! I don’t think I can take any more!” Rachel cried. By my estimate there brazzers were at least twelve inches in, maybe a couple more. I grabbed ahold of her hips and began to slowly thrust in and out. Tina, whose face was directly below my cock, picked up the lube bottle and added more to my shaft during my thrusting.

I increased the pace. I was trying to be gentle but after a week of not getting off I couldn’t help but go fast. Rachel didn’t say a word about it being too rough, if anything her moans increased in volume. “Jesus! It feels like your dick is in my chest! Rachel cried. I looked down, even when pushed in as far as she could handle there was still over twelve inches separating our bodies.

If only I could bury my cock all the way up to her giant ass, these thoughts nearly sent me over the edge. I held off, wanting her to finish first. Tina resumed eating Rachel’s pussy, occasionally kissing and licking the underside of my penis.

“I’m cumming!” Rachel screamed. I felt my mind go blank as my cock erupted with my own Earth-shattering orgasm. I felt massive ropes of cum blast into Rachel’s insides as I tried to keep thrusting. Tina, realizing that I was struggling to do both, reached up and began pumping my cock.

My orgasm, that was beginning to subside, started to build again. It was a new sensation for me. It is hard to describe, I was still cumming, but another orgasm was building simultaneously.

“Oh fuck! I yelled as I came a second time. This orgasm wasn’t as powerful as the first, but it still felt bigger than average. When it finally ended, I felt as if I came for a solid five minutes straight. My cock began to soften so I slowly began to pull it out of Rachel’s asshole.

When finally, free I slinked down onto the floor, my body tired and spent. Semen began to ooze out of Rachel’s gaping hole and ran down her pussy and thighs. Rachel rolled over onto her side while Tina sat next to me.

I must have passed out. I awoke still on the floor, this time a pillow was under my head. My body was sore all over, I can’t be certain if it was because of the sex or from the floor, either way it was a struggle to stand up at first. Rachel was asleep on the bed, the blanket that covered her was only half on, exposing her ass to the open air. I looked and noticed a bright purple plug firmly wedged in her anus. I covered the rest of her with the blanket and left the room.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen. It was half past midnight. I could hear the tv on in the living room. I walked into my sister on the couch, she was naked except for a pair of black panties. My cock began to fill at the sight of her massive tits. Each had grown so large they were nearly as big as her head. She smiled at me as I walked around to the back side of the couch. I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to kiss her neck.

Her breathing intensified as I nibbled on her ear lobe. Tina grabbed my hands and brought them down to her tits. I decided to use both hands on one breast at a time, they were so big and heavy, I couldn’t get enough. I lifted her breast towards my mouth. Tina squirmed and moaned and breathed heavily in my ear as I sucked greedily from her engorged nipple. Tina grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down further, I was worried that I would lose my balance and topple over the back of the couch.

After some resistance she let go and I continued to bury my face and hands into her breast. Tina looked up; my rock-hard erection towered over both of us. I was over and to the side a bit to make room for it, as I mentioned before, sometimes being this large can be an inconvenience. Tina reached one hand up and began to stroke my cock, she could only reach up about midway. The other hand slipped under her panties. Her moans and movements increased, precum leaked from the tip of my cock and ran down my shaft as well. Soon her hand was full of it and being used to lubricate my shaft.

The increased lactation effect from overdosing on so many growth pills was also apparent, Tina’s monstrous mammary filled my mouth with every few sucks. I drank as much down as I could. There was too much for me to handle and streams began to flow down into her crotch and all over her hand that was busy fingering herself. A large stream was flowing from her free breast as well, a pool of milk began to form on the couch cushion.

I switched breasts. Tina began to play with her pussy with both hands now. This went on for several minutes. My stomach was really getting full, so I let go and stood up. The stiffness I felt before was gone now, that or I was to horny to notice. Tina rolled over onto her right side and slide off her panties. She laid her head on the arm rest as I moved to the front of the couch. She lifted her left leg, placing her foot on the top of the couch, her right foot on the floor.

She bit her lip fake taxi porno and slowly rubbed her clit as I got myself situated at her feet. I picked up her left foot and kissed her toes slightly. “Hey that tickles! Now quit teasing and fuck me” She said. I reached out and lowered my cock halfway, Tina grabbed it and lowered my cockhead right at her pussy. Her lips were a tight squeeze and as per usual I gently slid inch by inch inside of her.

Tina was more seasoned to my massive size than Rachel, she urged me to go faster and harder right away. Twice my cock slipped out and she had to guide me in again. After a few minutes we had found our rhythm. I was half sitting, half standing, I had my right knee on the couch, left leg straight to the floor. I held her left foot in my hand for leverage and balance.

We fucked for several minutes, I can’t be certain for how long exactly, but the large amount of breastmilk in my stomach helped distract me enough so I didn’t cum to soon. I took a moment to look down at Tina, her eyes were closed, hair splayed back behind her head, one hand also behind her head. The other squeezing her enlarged right breast as milk flowed freely.

As I looked further down a thought crept into my mind. A moment of self-doubt, a thought of why I would do this to myself. It was clear that my growth was the most extreme out of any other guys that have used the pills, even before using the experimental type. There was no way to have a normal life, it would be difficult to go out in public and there was no going off the pills without tremendous side effects. There was nearly two feet of separation between us, why have a twenty-eight-inch-long penis when an eight inch would suffice?

These thoughts quickly vanished as I looked at my sister again. Her moans of pure ecstasy brought me out of my funk. Tina and our mother had practically encouraged me to keep taking the pills. They didn’t think I was a freak of nature, they loved it. And now I had Rachel actively hoping that I would keep growing. The fact that they themselves also changed their bodies was also helpful. Mom and Tina with their enlarged breasts, and Rachel with that massive booty.

Fuck it. Who cares? It’s my body, and it feels good to be huge. All inconveniences included. My wandering mind was brought back to reality. Tina’s voice became hoarse as her pussy locked on to my cock. Her toes curled in my hand and she arched her back as she came. I couldn’t hold back either as my penis blasted her pussy with a powerful orgasm.

I could feel the massive ropes of cum flood her insides, I kept thrusting, trying to get all the pent up cum out. Not surprisingly Tina’s pussy was quickly filled, and the excess flooded out around my cock and onto the couch. I pulled out and blasted several ropes on her stomach and tits. This was the most I’ve cum so far, and I wasn’t done yet.

The spurts started to subside, but I felt like I had more. Tina had begun to rub her body, mixing her milk and my semen, as she came down from her own orgasm. Meanwhile, I started slowly jacking off my cock. Tina opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, she grabbed my cock head and guided it above her gaping maw. I stopped stroking as she began to churn with both hands’ right underneath the head.

I shuddered as more globs of cum seeped out and oozed into my sister’s mouth. Tina tried to swallow as much as possible still, several globs missed and ran down her chin and neck and mixed with the milk and semen chowder that covered her tits and chest. When my penis was completely spent, I sat at the end of the couch, it was the first time in a week that I felt fully relaxed. Tina and I sat in silence as we came down from our sex high. Tina just lied in the pool of milk and cum, nearly coated completely from head to toe.

“Holy shit Tina! You look like twenty different guys jerked off on you!” Rachel exclaimed. Rachel waddled into the living room, she rounded the couch and it was our turn to be surprised. Rachel’s belly looked full enough to pass as pregnant. How much did I cum in these last few hours? “I would sit, but someone stuck a plug in my ass” Rachel said towards my sister.

“Hey! You were leaking all over the mattress and I forgot to put the cover on under the sheets!” Tina shot back. Rachel just scowled at her in return. She looked over at me now. “I can’t believe you filled her up that much and then you frosted me like a cinnamon roll!” Tina said.

“I guess this is how much I can cum after a week.” I said. I got up and fetched some towels from the kitchen. I tossed one to Tina and held out another for Rachel.

“You two have fun, I’m going to sit in the shower and… drain myself.” She said. I helped Tina wipe off and she went to shower also. I went to my room, took my pill for the day, and passed out on my bed.

The next day, I awoke to a text. “Hey bro, we cleaned up the couch, gonna go to Rachel’s and help her pack her things. I talked to mom this morning and she’s cool with her moving into the extra room.

There was another one she sent right after. “Oh, also mom is coming home tomorrow FYI.”

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1: Crook of a Finger

Where I grew up it was unthinkable that one would find a partner that was different from the acceptable norms: very white, very Christian, and responsible with a solid future. Growing up, I dressed conservatively, limited my friends to the “good girls” and, I think, acquired a reputation for being strait-laced and plain.

My father, this ever-present, stern figure introduced me to Richard – one of father’s friend’s sons – at church. It was clear that Richard was viewed as an appropriate choice for me, and there was a sense within the family that I should go along. Richard was, frankly, a bit gangly and plain; but to have a boy pay attention to me was novel and exciting: I was hardly the center of attention at school. He was reserved and very serious and there were initially thoughts that he would rise to great heights. But as our relationship progressed into engagement and marriage, and he started building a career it was clear that this was never going to happen – he became progressively more passive as the pressures of career and family grow, including in the bedroom.

We had fooled around before we got married, of course – sweaty back seat explorations – but it never seemed to rise much beyond that once we had the privacy of marriage. Within a year we seemed already to have settled into a comfortable pattern; and I was not the kind of person to question, compare or complain.

It also meant, though, that we needed more money than he was bringing in – and so after our second child I went out to work in administration roles at small, local companies. None of this was pressured: I would work most mornings, then do the soccer-mom route. I had settled into the pattern that everyone expected and found some pleasure in having found my place.

I worked mornings at one company or another, changing as my kids grew up and my daily routine required until, at the age of 42, I no longer had a need to be at home and finally went to work full time – I could not contemplate days at home on my own. And so it was that I finally had the time to establish myself in some way. I loved my job, and administration was never monotonous. At the end of that year I found myself working for a company of about 50 people, having to organize the Christmas function. I had also become, I think, a bit of a mother-figure, and probably the oldest person there. We all relax more as we grow older and I found that role easy to fit into.

The company had recently been purchased and the CEO had been replaced with a black man in his early 30s. Robert was the antithesis of the experiences I had, had with management before. He dressed carefully, but not enough to hide his muscularity. He stood taller than anyone on the company and that – combined with a quiet presence and gravelly voice – left us all in no doubt who was in charge. He took charge of everything, and wanted me to report regularly on the Christmas function – he paid close attention to details all the time and I learned quickly to have my answers ready.

I had also changed over the years and, although I had never lost my views regarding race, I had grown accustomed to seeing black people in the workplace, even in positions of authority. And so I had an easy but respectful relationship with Robert. I never imagined that a young black man would be watching a 40-something slightly curvy woman – because, of course, two children and a relaxed suburban lifestyle had an effect on me. And as we worked together, often closely, I occasionally pondered what his girlfriends were like. Robert was still single and I was sure there would be many black women interested in his attentions. He was the opposite of Richard in every way imaginable. If he wasn’t black, I once joked to myself, and if I was younger I would be showing a lot of attention – especially those days when we sat alongside one another and I became aware of his strength and size.

I was also aware how difficult Richard and my father would find this. If they knew I was working under the close supervision of a young black man they would probably have told me to move jobs – yes, they were still that way. Just being in Robert’s presence all day had become a secret – actually a small statement of my independence. Of course it was unthinkable that anything could ever happen between us – he was black! – but I could flirt with the idea, even think about it in front of my family and savor the fact that they were unaware that I had, in some small way, freed myself from their values.

The Christmas function was held the day that the office closed for the festive season. Robert had allowed us to hire a private venue and set an open bar and by mid afternoon the party was louder than it should have been. The Christmas tree had been bumped over once already, and the mistletoe in the doorway had caused a lot of attention and provoked some private comments: the rumors were sure to flourish about office romances when work commenced again in January. I expected Robert – as polished and restrained as always – to calm things down, but he kept a distance, altyazılı porno talking to me about the arrangements through the afternoon, and pressing white wine onto me himself. I kept my behavior restrained, but we so seldom would have wine at home that as the afternoon wore on I knew I was becoming very tipsy, and a little nervous that perhaps people could see it.

By late afternoon almost everyone had left. As the organizer I stayed behind to finalize everything, and so it was that we eventually found ourselves alone. Robert congratulated me on the arrangements, but it was a slightly stilted conversation – the one that you have when the year has ended and it seems that there is not much left to say. I thought that my cheeks were glowing from the wine and I said so.

Robert laughed. “You’re allowed one day a year to let go, Lynne – you behave like such a lady every other day of the year.”

“I’m not as young as everyone else here, and I have a husband who will be wanting dinner later. He’ll be asking why it is I am so tipsy.”

“There are many reasons for red cheeks, Lynne. I didn’t see you under the mistletoe?”

I laughed, and I suspect that my cheeks reddened even more. “As I said – I’m not as young as the others. My mistletoe days are long behind me.”

“That’s a shame. One should never lose mistletoe days.”

We both laughed, embarrassed – I thought – at how the conversation had turned. “Before we go,” he said, “come with me.”

I followed him as he walked to the back of the venue, away from the lights to a dark area near the kitchens. He led me to a corner and as puzzled as I was, I had no concern or question, until he pointed to a sprig of mistletoe hanging on the wall.

“See – there is still one left. Nobody saw it here so they left it alone.”

I covered my mouth with my hand and blushed furiously. Robert was asking for a kiss? A black man? Instinctively I took a step backwards but Robert had grabbed my hand and pulled me into the corner. He was so strong he did it without effort – and yet with no intent to hurt me. It was almost a game. My heart, though, was pounding and I know that my breath was coming in sudden pants.

He stood in such a way that I could not escape, close enough for me to feel the heat off his body. So close. His deep voice came from the shadow: “It’s only a kiss, Lynne. Only a kiss. And if you don’t want me to do it I will understand. I would never do anything you weren’t ready for.”

In the dark I could see very little, just feel the closeness, catch an aroma of scent, sense his vigor. He was not seeming to threaten me – but this was my boss, and we were alone. And more – I knew him; I trusted him; and I was innately vulnerable. I knew I was trembling slightly, that he could feel it. He lifted his hand and placed it on my cheek; and without realizing I covered his hand with my own. And then slowly, slow enough for me to stop him if I had wished, he leaned forward and placed his lips against mine.

The first kiss was no more than you would expect under the mistletoe – a brushing of closed lips, cheeks touching briefly; but he stayed close, and I let him stay close, and those were the changing moments when I knew, suddenly, that I was cheating, that this man with his one hand on my back had taken something away from Richard that was precious and could never be returned – and more, that I had allowed him to do so. And so the second kiss was different; Robert leaned forward now with his whole body pushing against mine and the pounding in my ears was now about my compliance and not from fear. He opened his mouth and bit my lower lip gently, prying my mouth open, his thumb still on my cheek, slipping in between my lips. I pressed my tongue forward into his mouth, not thinking, just experiencing – perhaps for the first time in my life – that first rush of lust that comes from want, not duty.

And then I realized with a sudden shock of horror what I was doing and tried to pull my head away; but I was against the corner walls and while I had pulled away from his lip his thumb was still in my mouth. Deliberately, he held it there. We stood long moments in the dark – there was a light in my eyes and while I am sure he could see my face, he remained a dark presence. And then slowly, imperceptibly, he started moving his thumb in and out of my mouth, pushing it deeper and withdrawing progressively more with each stroke until his entire thumb was moist with my saliva, my mouth felt dry and, shamefully, I realized I was responding, drawing him in, holding him in my mouth, softly biting, sucking.

At first I was so caught in the moment that I didn’t realize he was speaking: “Everyone tells you what you must be, Lynne. But some women, in their hearts, just want a strong man to hold them, to own them … to control them. And we both know that describes you, don’t we?”

How does one respond to that? Yes I was tipsy and caught up in the moment; and yes he was my boss and attractive; but he was BLACK and I am WHITE and a wife. And yet … and yet … those moments zenci porno with him so close, so strong, those moments that I was realizing were unlike any I had experienced before; that sudden, first sense of wanting to be a woman, not a wife or mother, not a daughter – a desired woman.

He broke in again, pulling his thumb away and noticing how I pushed forward to hold it, saying again, “You want this don’t you, Lynne?”

Still I wouldn’t answer and now there was a sudden sense of annoyance, a harder edge to his voice. His thumb was resting against my cheek, moving slowly, tantalizingly out of my reach. “It’s an easy question, Lynne. It’s a yes or no. You can say no and we’ll leave now and this will never happen again. But you and I both know that you will never have this again. And I don’t think you ever have.” He spoke slowly, not unkindly, but with steel in his voice. “Again – you want this, don’t you?”

And incredibly, not fully understanding what he meant, I nodded. I nodded.

I nodded and he moved his thumb back to my mouth. “You need to say it to me Lynne. Say that you want me.”

I whispered, so torn that I knew there were tears in my eyes. “I want you.” I didn’t realize that it wasn’t Robert I wanted at all; that it was this expression of lust and submission and desire that had been missing my entire life; this innate essence of my womanhood that had been taken away through disregard by the weak men in my life.

He used my mouth with his thumb for a short while again as he spoke. “I know that you want me. And you will want me, even when it is not my finger, and even when it is not your mouth.”

The shock ran through me at the words. Robert kissed me again but now he put the full weight of his body against me and I felt suddenly the unmistakable hardness pressing against my belly – more forceful than anything I had ever felt with Richard. I murmured in … lust? Shock? Fear? Want? He heard the unmistakable sound of my desire and as his other hand moved down my back, resting on the mature flare of my hips he spoke again: “Every white woman needs a strong black man at least once in her life. You have waited a very long time. I think you need this more than you know.”

When the kiss ended we were in a different world to when it started. In those minutes we had moved from a professional work relationship into a world I barely understood, except to know that this must be kept secret, that I would have to take time to understand what had happened here.

His hand had moved down over the curve of my bottom, taking the time for a soft squeeze as he did. I moved my hand to stop him but he slapped it away. “If you want me to stop I will, but if you prevent me ever from doing what I want this will be over.” He lowered his other hand and grasped my wrist behind me so I could not move, then started to hitch up the back of my skirt, pulling it up then grabbing it lower down, until his hand had access to my pantied bottom, which he fondled and squeezed gently. “Big mature panties,” he murmured, as I buried my face in shame in his shoulder. “I bet they’re white or beige. Am I right?”

I nodded and whispered: “Beige.”

“Mature wives and mommy panties are so right for each other. You can keep wearing them, but when you are with me you either have white mommy panties or no panties at all. Do you understand me?”

I nodded, still grappling to understand what I was allowing to happen to me. “How many white mommy panties do you have?”

The question left my mind racing – my black boss was querying the most intimate details of my wardrobe, details that Richard would never have known. He waited as I hesitated, then squeezed my bottom as he asked again: “How many white mommy panties, Lynne?”

I spoke into his jacket, still hiding my face: “I think four. I’m not sure.”

“So unless you wash you panties daily, you should be panty-less at least one work day a week. When do you wash your panties, Lynne?” All the while he was fondling, squeezing, occasionally pinching or running his hand lower down to let his fingertips trail across the bottom hem of the panty legs.

“I wash weekly,” I said, without thinking.

“Good. Then one day a week you’ll go without. I’ll be understanding enough to let you choose the day. If you go buy extra panties without me being present to choose, you will not be allowed to wear them. Do you understand?”

I shook my head. “No,” I said, and even I could hear a tremor in my voice. I tried to pull my hand free but he held it firmly.

“Your husband thinks he still owns your body, Lynne. You think you still own your body. But in truth, so long as you stay in this relationship, I do. Including deciding what you wear.” His hand was now pushing down the back of my panties. I twisted but he was too strong and within moments I felt it fall until the positioning of my legs caused it to hang at my knees, and his hand gently caressed the naked flesh of my bottom. I tried to turn away from his caress, but I was held so tightly that it was ineffectual. aldatma porno “You only have to ask me to stop and I will, Lynne. It only takes a word.” With my face hiding in the material covering his shoulder I said nothing.

He squeezed again. “I thought not,” then slowly trailed his hand around, over my hip until one firm finger drew a line up my vaginal slit. I pulled my hips back and squeezed my legs together, causing my panties to fall to my ankles; but the wall made it impossible to pull away, and he whispered, “Never, ever close your legs on me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

I remained silent, slowly opening my legs as he pushed against my thigh to make me do so. He cupped me, then slipped an exploratory finger inside my lips, teasing, finding moistness, as I murmured and moved my hips involuntarily against his hand. “You’re wet Lynne. Moist plump mommy pussy.” I gasped at the words, so he continued: “I’m not Richard, or any other man you’ve ever had. I don’t have to court you or romance you – I’m here to own you.” He leaned close to whisper in my ear: “You have a moist white plump mommy pussy that needs attention,” as his index finger started to circle against that softest, hardest, sensitive spot that I would touch, sometimes in the privacy of the bathtub. My hips were twitching, jerking at his touch, gasping, murmuring, heart pounding, mouth dry. “God you’re sensitive. You need a hard cock for this white wife pussy and nice plump ass, don’t you?” Stiffening, straightening his finger and now sliding it up into me, achingly slowly.

“Say it Lynne. Say that you need a hard cock.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

And now he started sliding into me, and out again, as his thumb had done with my mouth. “No Lynne. You don’t answer in one word. Say that you need a hard black cock for your white wife pussy. Say it now.”

I whispered it into his jacket, hiding away, but he stopped his slow fingering and pulled his hand away, causing my skirt to fall and suddenly hide my nakedness again. He raised the moist finger and ran it across my lips, then pressed it into my mouth and onto my tongue. “You can taste how much you need it Lynne. Look me in the eye and say it.”

For the first time ever I tasted the sweet, salty, sharp, pungent taste of my womanhood, as he spread it across my tongue. I swallowed involuntarily, more confused, more captured by the barrage of new sensations with each passing moment. “Look me in the eye. Say it Lynne.”

I took my head away from his shoulder, but struggled to hold his eyes. I knew that my face was flushed and I felt both shame and want in every pore. I slowly, ponderously whispered: “I need a hard cock for my white wife pussy.”

“A hard black cock Lynne.”

“I need a hard black cock for my white wife pussy.”

“Because Richard doesn’t fuck me enough.”

I looked away, not wanting to draw Richard into any of this. I had betrayed him enough. Robert grasped my chin in his hands, forcing me to purse my lips. I wanted to scream at him, make him stop, make this all go away – and yet there was something happening that I had been longing for, without realizing it, all my life.

“Say it Lynne. Look me in the eye and say it.”

I had never used that word in anything but anger before; certainly not during the act of sex. I had never used it in front of anyone but Richard or some very close friends – it was indicative, to me, of poor upbringing and low morals.

I raised my eyes to his, in shame. “Because Richard doesn’t fuck me enough.”

My hips were pressing forward against Robert, in want, slowly moving in aching circles. He could feel me trying to find relief against his hardness as he whispered: “Go onto your knees, unzip my trousers and take me out.”

I slid down slowly against him, the wall against my back, kicking the panties off my ankles and carefully resting my knees on the uneven wooden floor. His hips at my face, his hands resting in my hair I glanced up at him as I undid his belt and then his zipper. I reached in, and pulled his manhood out, but in the dark I couldn’t see anything. But I could feel it, and my heart pounded – he was at least twice as long and wide as Richard if not more, and he was not yet fully hard. I was almost afraid to touch it at first – I ran my hands softly up it’s length, finding the circumcised head, trembling at what I was doing. Robert looked down and whispered: “Kiss me. Kiss my black cock.”

I could almost have wept in shame and fear, but this presence, inches away from my mouth, wanting attention, drew me forward until I opened my lips and let the head slip into me. I closed my eyes and drew him in, hearing his breathing change, feeling it go hard in my mouth, concentrating now, lost, lost, lost in the moment as he started moving his hips forwards and back. His hands were tightening in my hair as he murmured dark thoughts, sexual innuendo: “I’m going to give black cock to your mouth and your married cunny.” He was so large that as he pulled me forward, the head of his manhood ran against the top of my mouth, back until I started to choke slightly, but he held me there – letting me know that I was being used, making me listen to his words. “You’ve been looking at my pants, Lynne – thinking about sucking my cock, haven’t you? Married white wife touching her cunny under the desk.”

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