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Hello friend, and welcome to Chapter Two of my series, Wheels In Motion.

If you haven’t read Chapter One yet, that’s going to be a problem for you here. Fortunately, you have the power to go fix that right now! Go ahead, I’ll be here waiting when you get back. Done? Okay, carry on!

Special thanks to my editor, AwkwardMD, and my beta-readers Salandar and ArmyGal33. This chapter would be a lesser work without their help.

I hope you enjoy. Leave me a comment if you care to.

~~ George Washington Hospital, Washington DC, March ~~

Anytime I got called out to meet a client at George Washington University Hospital, it always tugged my emotions in two directions. On the one hand, being summoned to the hospital meant there was a woman in trouble, one who had likely been beaten by her partner or had an abusive husband she needed help getting away from. Most of my work as an attorney for Lampedo Women’s Legal Services was child support cases, divorces for indigent women, or for women whose husbands had done a really excellent job of cutting them off from their jointly-held finances before starting a divorce. Sometimes I handled restraining orders or victim advocacy with the district attorney. Most of that work could be done out of our office on Seventeenth Street or at the city courthouse. The fact that I was going to GW meant some woman’s partner had probably hurt her, which made me feel horrible, but helping women in these situations was one of the reasons I signed up for this gig.

On the other hand, chances were good I’d get to see my friend Liz, which always brightened my day.

I never knew her exact schedule; it changed every single week, but given the number of hours she worked she was literally more likely to be in the E.R. than not. I could never get my head around how much she worked. Since I’d come to LWLS, I’d started working more hours per week than I had on Capitol Hill, but that was nothing like what medical residents went through. It seemed designed to break a person, but Liz almost never lacked for a smile.

At the front desk I was told my client had already been admitted upstairs, so I went up to her room to introduce myself. I listened to her story and discussed her options with her. Same story, different day. Her husband had come home drunk and ended up taking out his frustrations on her.

Unfortunately, she seemed to still be in the denial stage, blaming herself for her black eye and her dislocated shoulder rather than the man who had given her both. She didn’t want to see the pattern of abuse, and wasn’t interested in a restraining order or trying to get away. Yet. It usually took a few incidents before they got ready to pull the trigger. Sometimes they never got to that point before the chance to make that decision was taken from them.

I ended up leaving my card with her and urging her to get help in the form of counseling and, failing that, left a pamphlet with the address for several women’s shelters.

I took the elevator to the main floor and walked into the E.R. The evening receptionist recognized me and buzzed me through the door from the waiting area after I flashed her my hospital ID. Down the hallway at the nurse’s station, I ran into another familiar face.

“Hey Kat! How’s it going?”

Kathryn Hayden spun around in her chair and smiled. “Addison, hey! Don’t take this the wrong way, but we should meet up outside of work. Anytime I see you it means it’s bad news for some woman.”

“I was just thinking about something like that myself. I try to think that anytime I’m here, some woman is getting the help she needs rather than someone’s been beat up.”

“That’s a much better way of thinking about it,” she agreed with me.

“Is Liz around?”

“I think she’s in O.R. Two. We had a GSW come in about a half-hour ago. She’s in there with Dr. Salvatore.”

“I swear, you medical folk use more acronyms than we lawyers use Latin. What’s a GSW?”

Kat made a face. “Gunshot wound.”

“Oh…” I said in a small voice. “Maybe you should just tell her I came by.”

“Well, hang on a second.” She picked up the phone and made a call. “Hey Gina, is Dr. Charles still in Two? … Okay, thanks.” She hung up, turned back to me, and pointed over my shoulder. “She’s just getting out now actually. Go down that hall there, take the second left. There’s a locker room. You’ll either catch her going in, or you can wait for her to come out if you miss her.”

“Thanks, Kat. Oh, by the way, I’m still trying to run into your wife! I keep hearing she’s the best litigator in the organization. I want to see her in action sometime, I’m always looking for trial tips.”

“I’ll tell her you said so. Catch you later.”

I followed Kat’s directions, made the second left, and froze as I rounded the corner. Liz was sitting in her wheelchair outside two big, swinging doors labeled ‘O.R. Two’, slumped over motionless, facing the wall with a thousand-yard stare. She had a huge splotch of blood on her shoulder, and both the legs of her porno scrub pants and her sneakers were drenched in scarlet.

“Liz!” I ran over and skidded to a stop in front of her. “Liz, are you okay?! Are you hurt?!”

“Hmmm?” She shook her head and looked up, taking a second to focus on my face. “Oh, hey! What’s up?”

“Forget about me! Are you okay?”

She answered just before panic overcame me. “What? Oh…” She looked down at the crimson mess on her scrubs. “No, th-this isn’t mine.” She shook her head again, and this time, when she looked at me again, she seemed more present. “Sorry, it’s fine. This is from a patient. I need to change actually. Come on, we can talk in the locker room.”

“But—” I started, but she’d already grabbed her wheels, given herself a push and was gliding across the hall to a door labeled ‘Staff Lockers – Women’. She pushed the handicapped button to swing the door open and I followed her into the locker room. She rolled up to a big plastic bin labeled ‘biohazard’ and started stripping off her clothes and throwing them in the bin.

“Liz, what happened?!” I asked.

“Gunshot victim. Had to do an emergency thoracotomy, and his aorta popped… kinda all over me. I had a face shield and gown, but it was like getting hit with a hose.” She leaned down, pulled off both her sneakers and socks and dumped them in the bin.

“Oh. Is he going to be okay?” I asked.

She didn’t look up. “No, he’s dead. He died about four minutes ago.”

“Oh Liz, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, flatly.

“Uh huh, sure… You’re fine. Can’t look me in the eye. You’re half-naked and it doesn’t seem to bother you, and your underwear has blood on it by the way.” I pointed at the shoulder strap of her sports bra. She looked down at where I’d gestured.

“God dammit! This was one of my most comfortable bras! Fuck!” She whipped it off and slammed it in the bin. “Hand me those wipes!” she said, pointing to a Clorox wipes dispenser on the counter next to me. She snatched them out of my hand and started angrily wiping one over her naked shoulder.

I averted my eyes until she had grabbed another top from a stack of scrubs on the counter and yanked it over her head. She kept up a litany of curse words under her breath. Some of them seemed to be in another language. She jerked fresh scrubs up her legs, then started trying to work them up under her butt, making sounds of frustration.

“Liz… Liz…”

She ignored me, seemingly having detached herself from the present again.

“Liz!” I yelled at her.

She stopped trying to get her pants in place and looked up at me. “What?!” she snapped.

I knelt down next to her chair. “Liz, I’m sorry your patient died.” I leaned forward and hugged her, pulling her head onto my shoulder. She was stiff at first, then lifted the arm I didn’t have trapped against me and wrapped it around me, pulling us tightly together. After a minute she drew in a deep shuddering breath, then let me go.

“Thanks. Sorry I popped my cork,” she said, as she righted herself in her chair. “I just get so mad. I lost people when I was in Afghanistan. I mean, most of the time I wasn’t sure what the fuck we were fighting for there, but at least we called it a war. It just seems so… stupid, people shooting each other in the middle of a city where people are just trying to live their lives. I never even find out what the reason is most of the time. But what could be worth it? Drugs? Some stupid robbery? A fucking argument?” She jerked her thumb towards the O.R. across the hallway. “That guy probably wasn’t even twenty-five years old, and now he’s dead. For what?! It’s even worse when it’s a woman, because eight times out of ten it was her boyfriend or husband who shot her. It’s just so goddamn dumb!”

“I know. I’m sorry,” I said.

She finished getting her pants in place then rolled over to a locker. She opened it, pulled out an extra pair of shoes and socks, leaned over in her chair and started pulling them on.

“When you were swearing a minute ago, I didn’t recognize a lot of the words.”

For a moment, her eyes became distant, and the edge of her lip curled up slightly. “There was an old lady at the market outside our base who took a liking to me. Taught me how to swear in Pashto.”

“Well it certainly sounded impressive.”

“Right? It’s just as satisfying as swearing in English, and I can get away with it in the E.R., but snarl ‘fuck’ one time in front of Dr. Chandra?” She winced. “By the way, never, ever say ‘fuck’ in front of Dr. Chandra.”

“Noted,” I laughed.

She clipped her badge onto her new top threw her stethoscope over her neck. She gave her upper body a visible shake to gather herself, then rolled towards the door.

“Do you have time for coffee?” I asked, as I followed her out into the hall.

“No, we’re stacked and packed tonight. I gotta get back to it.”

“Okay. When’s your next free night?”

“Tuesday, I think.”

“That sucks. I was hoping you could go anime porno out with me and meet some of my friends Saturday night.”

“Well, I’m free Saturday morning. If it’s not raining, I’m going to get some miles in if you want to come.”

“If it is raining, brunch somewhere instead?”

“How about at my place?” she said, with a smile. “I need to do a ton of laundry.”

“Sounds good! Text me Friday night and let me know.”

~~ Arlington County Courthouse, Arlington, Virginia ~~

Meeting Liz’s friend Megan didn’t start off quite as I’d expected. I had a free afternoon on Friday and had heard she was going to try a custody and child support hearing in Arlington. My boss Mary Jane Stamford, the head of litigation for LWLS, suggested we go watch.

We were talking in the hall outside Courtroom D in the Arlington County Courthouse when I heard a girlish voice behind me.

“MJ, what’re you doing here?”

“We came to watch the master in action,” MJ said past my shoulder.

I turned and found myself face-to-face with a woman in a light grey suit. She could have been in her mid-thirties, but something about the way she carried herself gave the impression of being much younger. She had shaggy black hair like a teenage wanna-be rock star, a silver stud in her nose, and when she laughed at MJ’s greeting she showed huge dimples. This giggly woman certainly didn’t look like the agency’s best litigator. She seemed like she’d be more at home as a cocktail waitress. Or working in a children’s toy store.

“Always happy to have an audience!”

MJ turned to me. “Megan, this is Addison Wagner, she joined the DC team two months ago. She’s been wanting to meet you, she’s—”

“Addison! You’re Liz’s friend, right? I’ve heard so much about you, it’s great to meet you!” She reached out, grabbed my hand, and shook it furiously. She was smiling so hard, and her dimples got so deep, I could almost see through her head. “I’m so happy Liz made a new friend, you have no idea. She doesn’t get out much!” She giggled again, and I started worrying for whomever her client was.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” I said. “I’ve just started trying cases myself, so I’m always looking for pointers.”

“It’s all in the prep work! I’d be happy to talk about trial strategy or anything you want sometime.” She half-turned, and the smile lines around her eyes crinkled. “Oh, hey, here’s my client. Catch you afterwards, MJ?” She actually skipped away from us, swinging her briefcase, to greet a woman who looked to be just about the hardest forty years old I’d ever seen.

“MJ, I hope you won’t be offended, but that… girl… doesn’t seem like the shark I’ve heard about.”

“Just wait until the gavel drops.” MJ chuckled, and led me into the courtroom.

“All rise!” The bailiff called the court to order as we found seats in the gallery.

The opposing counsel was a slick-looking man in a charcoal grey suit. The proceeding started with some housekeeping and scheduling motions, and then after the preliminaries were out of the way he made a motion to dismiss some of Megan’s client’s filings.

Megan systematically demolished him. I’d been in court numerous times for one reason or another since passing the bar but I’d never seen a performance like that. She had a counter-claim for every one of his motions with supporting evidentiary documents ready, or precisely cited a precedent supporting her position without even glancing at the papers spread out on the table in front of her. Within minutes the other attorney was so flustered he started raising his voice, which caused the judge to slap him down, which caused him to get even more flustered. The giggly, girlish person I’d met in the hall had been replaced with an almost scarily implacable… shark for lack of a better descriptor.

Her face was utterly professional, her demeanor utterly competent. She just kept going at her opponent, never giving him a moment to gather himself, and countering every issue he raised as if she’d read the contents of his briefcase the night before the hearing. By the end, she’d gotten three of her opponent’s motions thrown out and it was clear the judge was likely to rule her way on everything else. As the judge left the court, the soon-to-be ex-husband turned and started furiously whispering in his lawyer’s ear while Megan and her client smiled at each other and walked down the aisle and out of the courtroom.

“Well, that went pretty good! Did you see the color his face turned at the end?” Megan said, laughing in the hallway after she’d said goodbye to her client. The giggly girl was back. She looked at her watch. “It’s three-thirty. Too early for happy hour, MJ?”

“Not after that performance, Megs. C’mon. I’ll buy.”

We went to the Four Courts bar one block over from the courthouse, and found a quiet table in the corner.

“So, the new model we’ve implemented in DC seems to be working pretty well,” MJ was telling Megan, “We’ll probably start rolling it out to arap porno the Virginia and Maryland offices soon.”

“Having dedicated attorneys for each hospital does sound like a good idea in theory, but you’re going to need more lawyers than we have now in Virginia. We have more hospitals in Arlington alone than you do in DC,” Megan said, following a sip of her Macallan; at least she didn’t drink like a teeny-bopper. “Then you throw in Fairfax and Prince William counties, plus we’ve been talking about expanding services out to Loudon.”

“Not to worry. Our fundraising is way ahead of schedule this year with those two angel donors we scored last month. We’ll definitely be able to hire up as needed. Speaking of which…” MJ paused to finish her coffee. “I have to get back to the office for an interview with a newly-minted barrister from Georgetown Law. She graduated sixth in her class, and for some reason doesn’t want to make mid-six figures starting in New York City, so I need to snap her up quick. Addison, I know you’re on call this weekend, so you can be done for the day,” she said, smiling at me.

“Thanks, boss. I got the drinks,” I said, waving her off when she pulled out her wallet.

“Don’t expense it, I’ll catch you,” MJ teased as she left.

Megan stopped the waiter, ordered a plate of potato skins, and then turned to me. “So, what’s the scoop with you and Liz? Dish, girlfriend!”

I blinked. “Uh… scoop? What do you mean.”

She smirked at me. “I mean the scoop! Liz says you guys are just friends. True? Not true? She said you’re gay.”

“Yeah…” I said slowly, “and she’s not.” I was rather stunned at Megan’s abrupt conversational turn and how fast she’d aimed it on me.

“I know, I know, that’s what she says. That’s what Kat says, too. And if she is, good for her, I never hold anyone’s sexuality against them.” She smirked again. “I’ve only known her for a little over a year, since her residency started. But that whole time I’ve never seen her date a guy. And I’ve never seen her as animated about anything as she is about you.”

“Uh, as far as I know we’re just friends. I mean, we had a big misunderstanding the first time we went out. I thought she was asking me on a date, but she just wanted to hang out. We’ve gotten over that awkwardness and have been friends ever since. Honestly, I think she just doesn’t have time to date.”

“Huh. Okay, I guess. I just got a vibe when she started telling us about you.”

“A vibe? What kind of vibe?”

“Okay, don’t tell my wife I told you this story. It embarrasses her, for reasons I don’t get, but Kat thought she was straight when she and I met. We got caught in a storm, and one thing led to another, and then…” She trailed off and shrugged. “Then we were dating… and then we were married. I adopted her daughter. Our little family has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Okay, and?”

“And… well…” She shrugged. “I just got the same vibe when Liz started telling us about you that I got from Kat when she and I started dating. That there was this… realization happening.”

“No, I’m pretty certain she’s straight.”

“Okay, if you say it, I believe you.” She took a sip of her drink. “So, how are you settling into our LWLS family?”

“…huh?” I blinked dumbly. My head was spinning.

“I said, ‘how are…'”

“Fine! Really good, sorry. I really love the work.”

Megan grinned at me, and sipped at her scotch again.

~~ DuPont Circle, Washington DC, March ~~

“I’m so pissed,” Liz grumbled, as she stared out the window at the rain. “I’m half-tempted to go out anyways.”

“Uh huh… and what does your doctor brain say about the wisdom of going for a miles-long wheelchair run when it’s pouring and forty-five degrees out?” I was sitting in Liz’s wheelchair in her living room, making tentative attempts to pop a wheelie. “I don’t see how you make this look so-Whoa!” I yelled as I tipped over backwards. The back of the chair slammed down behind me hard and I somersaulted out of it onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.

Liz laughed at me. “That one took me a long time to master. Another vet at Walter Reed taught me the trick. There was an unwritten rule that when a new vet came in with a wheelchair, you had to teach them any chair tricks you’d been taught. Also, I learned on the rubber mat in the gym instead of hardwood floors.”

Liz’s apartment was very minimalist, not much in the way of clutter or knick-knacks. She lived on the first floor of a six-story condo building, two blocks off of DuPont circle. I’d never been in an apartment quite like it. There wasn’t a lot in the way of storage in the kitchen, as all the countertops had no cabinets underneath so she could roll right up to them when she needed to cook or do dishes. The upper cabinets had hydraulic mechanisms that swung the contents out and down with the slightest tug on a bar mounted on the front so she could reach them from her chair with a grabber. I’d asked her how much it had cost to customize the place the first time I was over, but it turned out she’d gotten lucky and bought it from a paraplegic man who had decided to move from DC to Florida and it was already handicapped accessible. She’d only had to redecorate.

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Hello all,

I wish to relate a true experience which occurred not too long ago.

Given the intimate nature of this experience and the fact that an aspect of my private life will be open to public scrutiny, I trust you will all appreciate my desire to remain anonymous…but that doesn’t mean that you can’t write to me with your comments, criticisms, etc.

Please, please, please, please do so. I promise to reply to every e-mail.

The fact of the matter is that I share your shameful (but decidedly delicious) penchant for group sex (why would you otherwise be here?). I practice it and enjoy it thoroughly…my husband “Tom” indulges my fancy and jokingly attributes my healthy sex drive to a hormonal imbalance.

Perhaps I should describe a little about my circumstances before proceeding. I am married to an expatriate based somewhere in Asia; and being an English woman abroad during these past 12 months has been a lonely existence. As it is, discovering the internet has helped alleviate the boredom somewhat while Tom has been on duty.

The times we have together when Tom is off duty is spent traveling and exploring the region; during which time we test the limits of my sexual appetite (discreetly of course, since the expatriate community is a small one). He is always around to ensure my safety during these forays.

My most recent experience occurred when we were on aldatma porno holiday in Phuket, Thailand last April when Tom arranged for me to take a commuter bus ride in a bikini. Phuket, as you may know, is a beach resort and so scanties weren’t too unreasonable.

While I may not be the prettiest girl around (I’m quite plain looking…slim, 24, 34C, auburn hair), I should think that the presence of a female clad in nothing but a white bikini and reeboks standing within a crowd during the rush hour would be sufficient to tempt untoward advances. And how right I was!

The bodies were packed tight around me so that I could hardly move. Eventually seemingly casual brushes against various parts of my body became more daring when it became apparent that I wasn’t protesting.

Before long, my bikini top was pushed aside to free my tits which were immediately mauled for all they’re worth. Strange nasty fingers invaded my thong and began probing my vagina which was well moist by now. I was gasping!. Similar naughty treatment was accorded to my bum.

Meanwhile, fingers (I don’t know whose, much less cared) sought and found my nipples, tweaking and pinching them mercilessly. I was delirious at this stage and can’t recall all that much but I do remember someone’s(s) (thank you if you know who you are) twisting both my nipples till the pain or pleasure caused me to ensest porno moan audibly.

I think that was the trigger which signaled “free for all”. Anonymous fingers probed and manipulated my clitoris which began a series of powerful orgasms. The sensory overload caused about 5 (to be honest, I lost count) orgasms at the end of which my knees buckled from exhaustion. Fortunately, I was jammed tight among a sea of bodies, unable to move or fall.

When I finally got off at the bus depot after an hour of uninterrupted groping, I was delirious. The bus driver and the night watchmen at the depot wanted payment in kind for the bus fare (I didn’t have the money…where would I have put my purse?).

Tom who was trailing the bus in a hired car had to practically fight the driver and his mates off (all 7 of them wanted to fuck me there and then. I was in such a state of heightened arousal that I would have done anything they asked – in fact, I was begging for it- but Tom was very sensibly concerned about unprotected sex, particularly in Thailand).

They eventually settled for blowjobs and a hundred dollars each. I then spent the next hour and a bit attending to 7 erect unwashed grimy cocks, sucking each one in turn under Tom’s watchful eyes. As the evening progressed, after each person ejaculated, he would continue to fondle my now very sensitive nipples and escort porno vagina: whipping me up into a frenzy while my head bobbed up and down the length of his colleagues’ cock.

Once or twice, the night watchmen tried to relent on their deal and attempted to fuck me (in my exhausted state, I was in no condition to resist) before Tom intervened. With the benefit of hindsight, we were lucky, the situation could have deteriorated if Tom hadn’t exercised sufficient control.

They could have easily detained Tom and raped me there and then. I guess I was dimly aware of this fact and concentrated on giving each and everyone of them the best blowjob they’d ever had. I made sure my tongue continued flicking over the sensitive tip of their cocks as they each ejaculated in turn, ignoring each salty stream as it blasted onto my face and into my mouth.

When we eventually left, I was soaked in come (I don’t swallow …hahah). My chin and cheeks were encrusted with spunk. My poor abused nipples were sore and bruised, they remained extra sensitive for at least a fortnight.

(Girls, I know this isn’t technically a gang bang but, believe me, you’ve still got to try it!)

I’d like to tell you all more about the time when, as a dare, I worked as a bar hostess for a night in a karaoke nightclub in Hong Kong (when I inexplicably ended up entertaining a rugby team), or when I starred in a private video in Turkey (no harems here but I did have a turkish bath in a men only establishment), or when Tom sold my body for a thousand dollars a night in the Philippines to a business traveler who had, unknown to us, pooled 5 others together for the price; but to mention a few adventures.

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Jason sighed as he straightened his jacket, making sure there were no creases in the uniform. He’d managed to get a summer job at the Royal Palace this year, and although he knew he was lucky to have a job, he just wished it didn’t mean acting like a servant so much. The last week or so had been really busy in preparation for the annual Summer Feast, where the country’s royalties got together to basically have a rich people’s party. The feast was set to take place on Saturday, and the first guests would be arriving today. Jason had been reassigned from his usual duties to act as a valet of sorts to some duke or another. Needless to say, he wasn’t looking forward to taking care of an old man’s demands. But the pay was good, and he’d be out of here come September.

Jason forced a smile onto his face and examined his reflection. His dark brown hair always looked unkempt, no matter how much he brushed, straightened or gelled it. Eventually, he’d given up trying to tame it and now it flopped down across his forehead. He’d been forced to cut it before starting the job because the housekeeper Mrs Hughes had insisted that it would obscure his vision. Jason smiled at the memory, and his bright green eyes lit up with amusement. He’d often been told that his smile was to die for; girls swooned over it – well, at least until they realised he wasn’t interested in them. As for guys, suffice it to say that it worked for them too. Jason took a deep breath and stood up straight. At 5′ 11″ he wasn’t the tallest guy, but he wasn’t short either. He had an athletic build which was enhanced by regular rowing and running, and had smooth, tanned skin thanks to his mum’s Spanish roots. Overall, Jason was a pretty good-looking guy.

Pleased with his reflection, he headed down the sweeping staircase to await the arrival of the guests along with the rest of the staff. As he took his place in the line, Mrs Hughes gave him an approving nod and several of the girls threw him their most dazzling smiles. He smiled back politely and quickly turned to face the entrance. Although Jason was out, he’d thought it best not to tell anyone at the Palace in case news reached the wrong ears.

Soon, the sound of tyres crunching on gravel could be heard and a Rolls Royce glided to a halt before the open doors. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the door for the passengers, just as the Prince came down the stairs to welcome the guests. Jason craned his neck to get a good look at them – he would be their manservant for the next few days after all. First out of the car was a relatively old man with grey hair and a stern face, who was announced as the Duke of Camber. His son followed him out of the car and Jason caught his breath. Standing on the steps of the palace looking thoroughly out of place was probably the cutest guy Jason had ever seen. He had short, sandy blonde hair and piercingly bright blue eyes which seemed to sparkle with amusement. Jason estimated that he was about 5,10″, and judging from his bulging pecs, he was pretty built. Whilst the Duke of Camber was dressed head to toe in formal attire, his son slouched against the car in jeans and a fitted t-shirt, a jacket casually slung over his shoulder.

Jason reminded himself to keep breathing and tore his eyes away just as Mrs Hughes beckoned him forward.

“This is Jason, he’ll be your valet during your stay here. Anything you need, just ask him,” she said by way of introduction.

The Duke’s gaze swept over Jason and he appeared qiqitv.info to approve because he stretched his lips into what supposedly resembled a smile and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” he said in a raspy voice. “May I introduce my son as well, Alex.”

Alex leapt lightly up the steps, and took Jason’s hand in a firm grip.

“Hey man,” he grinned. “What’s up?”

Jason tried to keep the surprise off his face at Alex’s informal manner and returned the handshake.

“Jason will show you to your suite and your baggage will be brought up shortly,” announced Mrs Hughes.

“Follow me,” said Jason, leading the way upstairs. As they passed the line of staff, Jason saw Alex winking at several of the girls who all began to giggle. Despite himself, Jason felt a twinge of disappointment which he quickly squashed with ridicule. A good-looking guy, who also happened to be a member of the royal family, would never be gay. Fact.

Once Jason had finished his duties for the Duke and Alex, he headed downstairs to the staff’s quarters in search of a drink.

“Steady mate, it’s not even lunch time yet,” said a voice near his shoulder.

Jason turned to find his friend Sam grinning and indicating the gin and tonic in his hand. Jason smiled.

“Yeah exactly, that’s why I’m saving the valium for later.”

Sam snorted. “That bad huh? What’s the son like? I bet that ‘hey man’ attitude is just a show – he’s a stuck-up posh boy at heart.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” said Jason. Whilst he’d been helping Alex and his father, he hadn’t really got that impression, but he decided to remain quiet until he’d seen more. Sam would probably be proven right.

“Anyway, Mrs Hughes needs some furniture shifted upstairs so when you’re done getting drunk, come give us a hand,” said Sam, and he disappeared through the door.

The rest of the day saw the arrival of another five royal families, each seemingly more pompous than the previous one. Jason didn’t get much of a chance to examine them as he was busy running errands for Mrs Hughes who appeared to have gone into overdrive. He couldn’t wait until 7 o clock when dinner would be served and the work would shift to the kitchen staff.

At 6.15, all valets were instructed to attend to their respective families so Jason made his way to the Duke of Camber’s suite. As he approached, he heard raised voices and paused outside the door to listen.

“…disgrace! Presenting yourself like that, you could be mistaken for a servant! I won’t have this from you. You are my son, and the future Duke of Camber, and you will act appropriately!” Jason realised that the Duke was referring to Alex’s behaviour this morning, and he quickly lowered the fist with which he’d been about to knock. Now did not seem like a good time to interrupt.

“Or what Dad? Will you strip me of my title? Please, go ahead, I could ask for nothing more,” came Alex’s defiant reply.

“You shameless boy!” roared his father. “I have given you everything in life, and this is how you show your appreciation? You will obey me, and you will behave, or you can say goodbye to your studies in America!”

Before Jason could react, he heard footsteps pounding across the floor and the door to the suite flew open. The Duke did not even spare him a glance before making his way down the corridor, his face red with rage. Jason took a deep breath and then knocked lightly on the open door before glancing inside.

“I just came to see if you needed anything before dinner,” he began hesitantly. Alex’s back was turned to him and Jason wondered if he might be crying, but when he spoke, his voice was firm and clear.

“Yeah, if you could just find my dinner jacket for me, that would hizmetçi porno be great. I think it’s in that blue case.”

Jason began sorting through the clothes, trying to resist looking at Alex, which proved to be far more difficult than he would have liked. Eventually, he found the jacket and turned to see Alex standing in front of the mirror looking somewhat bemused. He caught Jason’s eye through the reflection and gave a sheepish smile.

“This damned bow tie – I’ve never mastered how to tie one. Normally, my mum does it for me.”

Jason was surprised at his honesty – most guys wouldn’t have admitted to that.

“Here, let me help you,” he said. He placed the jacket on the bed and went to stand in front of Alex. His earlier estimation had been quite accurate – Alex was just slightly shorter than him. He noticed how hot Alex looked in his formal attire, and quickly forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He took the tie from Alex, ignoring the tingle he felt when their hands made contact, and looped it around his neck. As he folded the cloth into the complicated knot, he could feel Alex’s gaze on him but kept his own eyes on the tie. He finished, pulling the knot tight, and straightened the bow.

“There,” he said quietly, and finally raised his gaze to look at Alex. The passion burning in Alex’s eyes made Jason’s heart leap, and he felt his dick twitch. For a moment, neither of them moved, and it felt as though time had stopped. Just as Jason was thinking that he should probably step back before the bulge in his trousers grew more obvious, Alex leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. For a second, Jason was stunned and stood paralysed. He could hear Alex’s rapid breathing, and his own heart was thumping in his chest.

“Umm, what…?” he stuttered.

“Shh,” said Alex, placing a finger on his lips. Jason shivered, and Alex kissed him again, this time more assertively. Jason gave in to his desires and kissed Alex back, revelling in the heat that was slowly spreading through his body and pooling somewhere near his groin. He felt Alex’s hands circling his waist under his jacket, and he buried his own hands in Alex’s soft hair. Jason heard Alex moan and pulled him closer as Alex ran his tongue along his lips, seeking entry. Jason granted it willingly, and he felt Alex’s tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him. Jason’s hard-on was obvious by now, and he could feel Alex’s erection against his thigh as well. He shifted, rubbing his dick against Alex’s, and even through their clothes, it was enough. Alex groaned and shoved Jason up against the wall before resuming the kiss with wild fervour. He bit Jason’s lower lip and the sharp pain sent shivers down Jason’s spine.

Jason pulled back and traced a line of soft kisses along Alex’s chiselled jaw to his ear. Then he gently sucked on Alex’s earlobe before moving down to his throat. Jason heard Alex sigh, and felt his warm breath along the nape of his neck. He smiled, realising how much Alex was enjoying this, and gently sucked at the pulse in his throat. At the same time, he slid his hands down Alex’s torso towards his crotch, feeling the muscles ripple under his hands. As Jason began to undo the belt, Alex suddenly stiffened. Afraid that this beautiful moment was going to end before it had even started, Jason brushed his lips softly against Alex’s to gauge his feelings. Almost immediately, Alex relaxed and kissed Jason again. For a moment, Jason temporarily forgot where he was as Alex’s tongue did wonderful things in his mouth, and then he felt Alex push against him, aching for more contact. Jason was more than happy to oblige, and swiftly unbuttoned Alex’s flies before attending to his own. Their trousers slipped down ifşa porno to bunch around their ankles, and the thud of the belts on the floor made Alex break the kiss.

He held Jason’s gaze, and once again, Jason was swept away by the intensity of it. Then, to Jason’s astonishment, Alex sank down onto his knees so that his face was level with Jason’s covered cock. With agonising slowness, Alex gradually pulled down Jason’s boxers, as though he was unwrapping a precious gift. Inch by inch, Jason’s stiff cock came into view. He was so hard by now that his cock was throbbing with desire, and as Alex finally removed his boxers completely, it sprang straight up. For a second Alex did nothing, but just as Jason was about to say or do something (or possibly even cum there and then), Alex’s tongue darted out and he quickly licked the precum that was dribbling out of Jason’s cock. Jason almost came at once as pure pleasure shot through his body, but he leaned against the wall for support and, closing his eyes, forced himself to hold back.

The wet warmth of Alex’s mouth around his dick came so quickly that Jason was surprised and his dick jumped. Alex pulled back hesitantly, but then when Jason didn’t move, he sank lower, taking most of Jason’s 8-inch cock into his mouth. Jason was amazed, and he moaned and thrust forward slightly, pushing himself further into Alex mouth. He felt the tip of his cock at the back of Alex’s mouth and it felt so fucking good. Alex pulled back again and Jason almost protested before he realised that Alex knew what he was doing. Alex’s withdrawal had purpose, as he allowed his full lips to massage Jason’s cock from base to tip. When he reached the head, he flicked his tongue around it before sinking back down on Jason. A the same time, he brought his hands up and gently cupped Jason’s balls, first stroking and then gently tugging them.

The combination of the sucking and tugging was almost too much for Jason, and he began to thrust harder. Suddenly, Alex’s hands withdrew from his balls and Jason opened his eyes to see what had happened. What he saw was his undoing. Alex had pulled his own boxers down and was vigorously rubbing his own erection whilst sucking on Jason’s cock.

“Fuuuuck,” breathed Jason slowly. Alex must have heard because his sucking became more intense.

“Oh yeah, I like that,” Jason moaned, and he felt Alex’s response on his dick. Jason glanced down again to see Alex staring up at him with those bright blue eyes, his red lips encased around Jason’s throbbing dick. It was too much. Jason thrust forward again and just about managed to grunt,

“I’m going to cum.”

Then, he gasped as he began to experience a powerful orgasm, and shot his first load into Alex’s waiting mouth. Alex had barely swallowed before Jason spurted more cum into him. Even as he did so, Alex jerked and began to cum himself, his seed spraying all over Jason’s legs. Alex continued to swallow Jason’s cum until there was no more, and then gently licked the last few drops off Jason’s dick. Jason looked down and saw Alex massaging his own cock to completion. If Jason hadn’t been so exhausted by what was definitely one of the most exhilarating blow-jobs of his life, the sight would have been enough to give him another hard-on.

Feeling Jason’s gaze on him, Alex grinned up at him wickedly and then got to his feet.

“That was amazing,” he said, stroking Jason’s cheek.

“Yeah,” Jason muttered. Then he caught sight of the clock on the opposite wall.

“Shit, it’s five to seven! You have to go down for dinner!”

Alex’s eyes widened. “Oh crap!” He quickly pulled up his trousers, which had miraculously remained clean throughout the whole thing. “Feel free to clean up in the bathroom,” he said, indicating Jason’s semen-covered legs. Before Jason could reply, Alex had grabbed his jacket from the bed and dashed out of the door, leaving Jason standing in the middle of the suite feeling somewhat bewildered, his soft dick hanging limply between his legs.

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This is the second chapter of my series “I Love My Hairy Mom.” PLEASE SEND ME YOUR COMMENTS, THOUGHTS, REQUESTS, IDEAS AND ANY THOUGHTS YOU HAVE ABOUT HAIRY BUSH AND HAIRY SONS/MOTHERS. I WILL RESPOND! You can email me by clicking the “Contact” tab on my author profile page. Just click my name on here to get there!

All characters are OVER 18 in this story.

Main character (boy/son) is 23 years old

Mother is 47 years old

I can’t believe what just happened. I just had sex with my mother! This has to be the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to my sex life. Before my mom and I talked more about her shaving situation, I came back into my room to clean up. Now, I’m just lying in my bed thinking about what had just transpired between my own mother and I. She looked so amazing with the water dripping from her thick black curly hairy bush. Her ass was so big and the thick hair that went up her crack felt so good twirling between my fingers. Her breasts were so big and felt great smashed up against my chest when she was riding me. I still can’t believe this really happened. Now, I’m going to make this reality even better for me.

A few minutes later…

“Hey sweetie. All cleaned up?”

“Yeah mom. Just washed off real quick with a washcloth and got into my PJ’s.”

There she is, standing in my doorway. Her hair is still damp from the bath and she’s wearing a large t-shirt that hangs down about half way between her waist and knees. I can’t tell if she’s wearing underwear though.

“So…that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Really? It went so fast mom. Before I knew it, I was cumming inside of you and then cleaning up in here. I do agree, though, that it was amazing.”

“Was I the best you’ve ever had?”

“It was definitely at the top of my list, but I don’t know if it was the best. Yet.”

“Oh I see. Well, you did say ‘Yet’ so I guess I have room to improve then baby.”

She gave me a wink. My mom was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had, but it wasn’t the best yet. I want her to be hairier. I want her to have the hairiest bush I’ve ever seen. I also want the sex to be hotter and last longer.

“So how do I get to the top of your list?”

“Well first of all, let’s discuss your shaving situation.”

“Ok babe. What do you want me to do, or I guess that would be NOT do?”

“I don’t want you to shave anywhere near your pussy. Don’t shave your stomach or ass either.”

“Oh yeah? That sounds hot sweetie. I haven’t not shaved since I was 18, and I was pretty damn hairy. I only started shaving my stomach and ass when it started getting hairier because I figured it wouldn’t look too attractive.”

“Well you’re gonna stop again for me. I don’t care what others think because it’s for me and that’s all I care about.”

“Well what about your father? He’ll notice I stopped shaving.”

“So what? It’s for ME, mom. He doesn’t look at you the way I do anyway. He’ll just fuck you and pass out like he usually does, or you can just not fuck him anymore. He probably won’t notice anyway.”

“Wow hun that was pretty forward, but I like that. I’d much rather do this all for you and not worry about what he thinks.”

My mom is completely mine. She won’t need to think about my dad in sexual terms anymore because she has me now.

“Can I sit down on your bed with you?”

“Yeah sure.”

I move over on my bed and my mom sits with me. We both prop pillows up against the wall and sit up in my bed with the TV on. Her shirt slides up a little bit but I still can’t tell if she’s wearing panties or not.

“You look pretty sexy mom. Are you even wearing panties under that shirt? And isn’t that my shirt?”

“Yeah it’s your shirt babe. I wanted to wear it because it kinda shows that I’m yours now without being too noticeable. It’ll be our secret though. To answer your other question, no I’m not wearing any panties. See?”

She pulled the shirt up to her stomach and showed me the thick giant afro of hair that was sticking out from between her legs.

“Holy shit mom your bush looks so huge!”

“Yeah it does, doesn’t it? I love how soft and poofy it gets after I shower and dry off. It gets so big!”

“I know it looks incredible. The hairs are so long and black and thick.”

I take my hand and rub it through her bush. I feel the soft hairs gay porno gently rubbing between my fingers as I move my hand back and forth in her huge hairy pussy.

“Mmm that’s my baby boy. Now imagine what it will look like when more hair grows up my pelvis and stomach to my belly button.”

“I know that is going to be incredible. I don’t want you to shave on your groin area either. I want you to let the hair grow down the inside of your thigh too. Your butt crack better not be shaved either.”

“Of course baby. Anything you want, I’ll do. Now that you’ve brought my attention to it and especially after you told me how much you love hair, I love it too. I’m actually really excited to get hairier for you. How about you show me some examples of what I’ll look like?”

“What do you mean mom? Like on my computer?”

“Yeah. I know you look at porn and you probably have things saved that you can show me.”

“Haha yeah I do. I actually have an external hard drive full of stuff.”

“Well let me see!”

I walk over to get my laptop from my desk and then walk back to my bed. My mom grabs the shirt she’s wearing and takes it off. She’s now naked in my bed.

“What’s the matter babe? I want to be naked while looking at the things you have. Is that ok?”

“Of course mom. I’d prefer you always be naked when you’re around me and nobody else is around.”

“Wow my baby boy is quite the sexy man now isn’t he? Well if I’m going to be naked around you, you had better be naked too.”

My mom grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her. She sits up on her knees and pulls my shirt up and over my head. She then grabs my boxer briefs and pulls them down. I step out of them and now I’m standing naked in front of my mother once again.

“Wow honey you have quite the afro too!”

My long pubic hair is poofy just like my mom’s. It looks like a black thick triangle of hair from my belly button down to the area where my dick meets my pelvis.

“Yeah I like when it does this after I shower too. I guess I’m my mother’s son.”

My mom smiles and a little tear comes to her eye. She takes my laptop out of my hands and sets it on my bed and pulls me in for a kiss. She sticks her tongue in my mouth and swirls it around and around, and I return her kiss with slow movements of my tongue around hers. She pulls me in tighter and now our bodies are pushing together with me standing at the edge of my bed and my mom up on her knees on my bed and leaning against me. She puts her arms around my neck and is making out with me like we are a young couple in love. I rub my hands around her butt and slide them in and out of her hairy butt crack as I kiss her.

My dick is starting to get rock hard it’s sliding up between my mom’s legs as it rises higher and higher as the blood rushes in. Before it gets full hard I lean my lower half outward so I’m no longer touching my mom. I slowly run my right hand up the inside of her thigh to her bush. Then, I grab a handful of her pussy hair and tug on it gently.

“Oh baby that feels so good when you pull it like that. You were right.”

“I told you mom. Now lay back.”

“What are you going to do to your mommy? Do you want to feel my hairy bush on your face and tongue?”

“Fuck yeah I do. Now lay down.”

My mom lays down on my bed with her legs bent up on the edge of my bed. She spreads her legs to show me her black curly bush and the faint hint of pink lips hiding behind the jungle of hair. The thickness of hair is consistent from her pussy to her asshole, and in fact I can’t even see her asshole because the hair is so dark and thick.

“What do you think baby? Do you like how hairy your mother is up close? Do you see how dark, thick and curly my pussy hair is? Now just imagine more hair down there once it all grows in for you, and ONLY for you baby.”

“God mom your pussy is so PERFECT! I’m obsessed with how thick your pussy hair is and how curly the hair in your ass crack is. I can’t wait for you to get hairier.”

I put my arms under my mom’s legs, wrap them around and pull her pussy to my face. The thick mass of hair first meets my nose and the scent of floral shampoo fills my nostrils. She must shampoo her bush to keep it soft and smelling nice. I love it. As I get closer in, I stick my tongue out to touch her hairy pussy lips. The lips part and my tongue goes into her fetiş porno pussy as my face is completely covered by my mom’s bush. I start sliding my tongue in and out of her pussy as if I am fucking her with my tongue. I stick my tongue out as far as it can go to get as deep as I can inside her. Her pussy juices taste sweet in my mouth and it feels like I’m eating candy in a floral garden with all the smells and tastes I’m experiencing. My mom starts to arch her back and moan as I eat her out and move my tongue around her pussy.

“Ohhhhh my god baby that feels so good. I haven’t been eaten out in years. I forgot how good this feels, but I never remember it feeling this good.”

As I continue to eat out my mom’s hairy bush, I shove two fingers into her pussy and start to finger fuck her as I suck on her hairy clit while rubbing my face in the black curly hair. Her legs are starting to shake as she grabs my sheets with one hand and my hair with the other. She pushes my face hard against her pussy then tells me to do something amazing…

“Lick my hairy asshole baby and shove your face and nose into my pussy…”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. With that I started licking her ridiculously hairy asshole as I shoved my nose all the way into her pussy. I close my eyes as the hairs rub against my eyelids and cheeks and her pussy juices cover my face. Her asshole tastes so fresh too. She must clean that nice and good when she bathes. I stick my tongue forcefully into her asshole and she jumps with pleasure. I now slide my hands down to my cock and start jerking off with both hands as my mom holds my head steady as I eat out her thick curly asshole.

Just then, the house phone in my room starts to ring.

“Answer it mom,” I said as I was still eating out her black-haired asshole, “and I’m not stopping while you’re on the phone.”

“Oh my god babe, are you sure? Ok I’ll try…Hello? Hey honey. You’re not coming home tonight? Where are you going? You and the guys are getting a room there? Ok when will you be hooo-UNGGHHHH!!!”

Right then, as my mom is talking to my dad on the phone, I start to rub my face firmly back and forth in her bush. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a loud moan. I did this because with the news that my dad wasn’t coming home tonight, I knew my mom was mine all night.

“Sorry honey that was nothing I just dropped something on my toe. So when will you be home? Tomorrow afternoon? Well your daughter is at her friend’s house until tomorrow night, so just stay there until then and you can pick her up on your way home. Your other son is at his friend’s for the next couple days so he’ll be back whenever. I guess my big boy and I will just have some mother-son time together. Ok, bye!”

She hangs up the phone and throws it to the side. Her head arches back again as if she never missed a beat.

“You’re such a bad boy! Doing that when I’m on the phone with your father! Actually, that was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. God you’re incredible. My own son! Ohh I think I’m about to cum baby…unghh, unghhh, unghhhh!!!”

With a jerk of my mom’s legs and a hard push of my head into her pussy, my mom shoots a clear liquid out of her pussy and all over my face.

“UNGHHHH!!! OHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDD!!! I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMINGGGGG!!!”

I have now made my mom orgasm and squirt by eating her out. I own her. The cum drips down my face and chest as I lick up the cum that’s around my mouth. It actually doesn’t taste much like anything, but I like it. As I stand up, I see my mom laying on my bed with her eyes closed and her arms and legs sprawled out while she breathes heavily. She has no idea what I’m thinking of doing now. With her pussy on the edge of my bed, I lean over the bed between her legs and start rubbing my thick cock through her wet dripping bush.

“Mmm there’s my baby’s huge cock. Just think. I made that 9-inch cock. I gave birth to that. The thickest and biggest dick I’ve ever seen belongs to my son, and it’s mine.”

“Forever mom. It’s always going to be yours.”

I then slide my cock down my mom’s hairy pussy lips toward her asshole. With one thrust I shove the whole length of my 9-inch cock into my mom’s thick hairy asshole.

“OH MY GOD! BABY! You need to warn me next time you do that!”

“No I don’t mom. You know you loved it.”

“Mmmm hamile porno you’re fucking right I did,” she said with an erotic smile, “now fuck your mommy’s hairy asshole!”

I start to pound my mom’s ass like a jackhammer as I hold her legs up and against my body. I make sure to get my cock all the way into her so my hairy pelvis rubs hard against my mom’s hairy bush. I grind my mom’s bush hard while I thrust my throbbing cock in and out of her. My mom starts to run her hands down to her pussy and slowly starts fingering herself with her right hand. I watch as she grabs a handful of her bush with her left hand and pulls tight.

“FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME HARD! FUCK MOMMY’S HAIRY ASS! Mmmmm yeah you love fucking mommy’s hairy ass don’t you baby? You love how my hairy bush feels against your stomach!!! Watch mommy finger herself and pull on her thick hairy pussy!!!”

My mom was on fire and I loved it. I was making my mom talk and feel like she never had before. My smooth cock was slamming into her ass while my soft balls smacked against her ass cheeks.

“God I love you mom! I love fucking your asshole! It’s so fucking hairy! You know what? I think I want you to stop shaving altogether. I don’t want you to shave your armpits or your legs anymore either. I want you to never touch a razor ever again!”

“Oh my god, really baby? I never though about not shaving my legs or armpits before, but the thought of it is so fucking hot!!! Keep fucking me like this and I’ll do anything you want!!! Come on baby fuck me hard and cum inside my hairy ass!!!”

This feels so good and I’m about to cum and I have the perfect plan.

“UNGHHH MOM I’M ABOUT TO CUMMMM!!! OHHHHH MY GOD YESSSS!!!”

I started pumping my mom’s asshole full of my white creamy hot sperm, but I don’t want it all to go in there.

“OHHH YESSSS!!!! CUM IN MY ASSHOLE BABY!!!”

“MMMMMM FUCK YEAH MOM!!! NOW FEEL HOW THIS FEELS YOU SEXY FUCK!!!”

I’m in the middle of coming and quickly I pull my dick out and shove it into my mom’s hairy pussy as hard as I can. I keep fucking her hard even though I’m already cumming but I want to completely fill her holes with my cum.

“HOLY SHIT! YOU’RE CUMMING IN MY ASS AND PUSSY!!! THIS IS UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE BABY!!!”

I’m filling my mom’s hairy bush with the rest of my hot cum and I don’t want to stop thrusting into her. I’m still thrusting even though I’m about to faint and slowly I lay down on my mom. I leave my dick inside her hairy bush and I don’t plan on taking it out. I feel my mom’s breasts create a soft cushion to lay on and I place my head next to my moms. She wraps her legs around my back and pulls me deeper into her hairy pussy. Our pubic hairs are caked together with one another’s cum and it feels so warm, wet and sticky.

“That’s my baby boy. Don’t take your penis out of mommy. Let mommy’s pussy hair keep it warm for you.”

Mom’s pussy hair was making for a soft cushion for my pelvis as well. It felt so soft and warm against my body.

“I love you mom.”

“I love you too sweetie. Just relax and let me feel your hairy pelvis against mommy’s hairy bush.”

This is perfect. I love fucking my mother and she loves doing anything she can for me.

I lay there on top of her for another fifteen minutes as my cock was nestled in her thick hairy nest. The cum between our pubes has dried and her bush is now dried to my pubic hair.

“Baby I think mommy’s bush is stuck to your hairy bush. How about you don’t pull away from mommy just yet. Pick me up and carry me into the shower with you.”

“Anything for you mom.”

I stood up and my mom wrapped her legs around my back as I carried her into my shower. My cock was still deep inside her hairy bush even though it wasn’t too hard anymore. I started the shower with one hand while the other cradled my mom by her ass. I stuck a finger into her hairy creamy asshole for good measure. My cum was still seeping out of it. I stepped into the shower and closed the shower curtain. The water slowly covered our bodies and soaked into the dried cum. Slowly I set my mom down in the shower as she gained her feet.

“Oh baby I don’t want you to set mommy down.”

“It’s ok mom let’s just get clean together.”

“I remember when I would bring you into the shower with me. I love those memories. I never thought we’d be in here together again.”

“Well we’re making even better memories now mom.”

“Yes we are baby. Now let mommy wash you like the old times and then we can go relax in your bed and look at the things you have on your computer. It’s just you and your mommy all alone, all night.”

End of Chapter II

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Summary: Straight football bully blackmailed and bent over.

Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, thor_p, and Wayne for editing.

Bully Stories: Faggot Fucks Me…

This faggot deserved all the public humiliation he endured at our hands. I mean the guy dressed constantly in pink, his wrist was so bent he wouldn’t be able to catch a basketball if his life depended on it and his voice was so high-pitched we all figured he had a cunt.

I’d picked on him as far back as I could remember; he was just a weird, skinny, uncoordinated loser who didn’t remotely fit into a southern Texas town where football was the true gospel. And his parents hadn’t helped any either by naming him Cecil. But mostly he brought the constant teasing, bullying and ridicule on himself. He didn’t seem to care what others thought and that only pissed me off even more. What right did a beanpole nerd fag like him have to strut around acting superior? I literally wanted to beat him straight.

It never worked, though. Once I’d finished beating on him (careful not to leave any telltale marks), he’d just look down his nose at me as if asking, “are you finished, because that was stupid and boring,” and saunter away as if he’d put me in my place.

The ultimate irony is that he would end up turning me gay.

I should note before I was turned and became a complete submissive faggot, I was the most respected and popular guy in school. I was the star linebacker of our team, had already been offered a dozen scholarships to some of the top football college programs in the country and was dating the hottest girl and head cheerleader in the school (yes it was a cliché, but it was true… it’s just the nature of evolution that the best-looking people normally end up together).

Lastly, although I was a great English student, strong in history and decent in the sciences, I really struggled in math. That particularly embarrassed me because my coach doubled as a math teacher, and he stressed that I needed at least a sixty to get the top scholarships and I was at a forty-seven at midterm, not even passing, never mind a sixty. He suggested a tutor and set me up with his brightest math student, Cecil.

Coach, who believed in academics as much as he did football, wasn’t someone you argued with. It was his way or the highway, he had the balls to enforce it, and that was how I ended up at the faggot’s house on a Saturday afternoon…still hungover after our big semi-final victory in district playoffs 36-13. I was hardly in the mood to be doing schoolwork, particularly with a faggot like Cecil.

The guys even gave me a hard time when I made the mistake of telling them I was being tutored by Cecil. “Better keep your ass cheeks clenched,” “Don’t bend over,” and “Don’t fall in love,” were all thrown my way. I took it in stride because I was a man’s man and could take the ribbing, just like I usually gave it.

It was our quarterback, Damon, who warned me with no sign of joking, “Be careful around him.”

I asked what he meant and he just repeated, “I’m just saying, be very careful.”

He walked away without explanation. I thought he might have been blushing, but that would be impossible. Damon never got uptight about anything.

I met Cecil’s parents when I arrived, and they seemed pretty normal, his mom was surprisingly hot. Hard to believe two normal, good looking people could have reared such a flaming homo.

The study session went surprisingly well. Cecil was very patient and had a crazy ability to show me more than one way to look at a problem. His mom actually baked us cookies and brought us soft drinks. I have to admit his mom, who insisted I call her Shelly, had one of the nicest asses I had ever seen.

I was putting my books back in my backpack when I stumbled and spilt all the contents on the floor. I quickly grabbed up my stuff and put it back in my bag.

Cecil asked, surprising me, just as I was about to leave, “Why are you so afraid of me?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, the question ludicrous. I could absolutely break him in two without even raising a sweat.

“Psychological research demonstrates rather clearly that people who bully others do so because they are either afraid they will become them, or they are insecure about their true sexuality.”

“Are you calling me a faggot?” I asked, anger bubbling inside me instantly.

“No, but it is interesting that’s the first thing that popped into your head,” he observed pedantically, his smug smile so much more confident and brave in his own home.

“You better watch your mouth or I’ll shut it permanently,” I threatened.

“Textbook response,” he said. “You don’t respond to the point, but attempt to intimidate me.”

“I’m warning you,” I said, my fists clenched.

“Do you think bullying me makes you more of a man?” he questioned.

I scoffed, “It’s about maintaining the hierarchy.”

“And what hierarchy is that?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Do I?” He asked. altyazılı porno “I see the hierarchy quite differently.”

“How so?”

“You see it based strictly on looks and athletic prowess. Thus you play a Neanderthal game promulgated by morons with limited intellectual ability and where ninety-five percent of the alleged winners peak in high school.”

“Are you calling football players stupid?” I bristled, even though I knew he had a point. Only a few of the players on the team were strong academically, but who cares, because high school grades don’t matter.

“Most of them, yes,” he nodded. “Plus, at least ten percent of them are gay and another twenty percent are bi and yet another thirty are bi-curious. That adds up to more than half.”

“You’ve obviously taken too many cocks up the ass to think straight,” I shot back, uncomfortably aware he was probably citing well-researched facts, and I was still responding with nothing more than insults.

He shrugged, “I’ve actually never taken anything up my ass.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m not even gay.”

“Yeah, right.”

“But I do like to fuck guys.”

“That’s the definition of gay,” I pointed out, bewildered by this conversation.

“No, getting ass fucked by a guy or eagerly sucking his cock makes you gay,” he countered.

“Which makes you gay,” I said.

“No, it makes four members of your team gay,” he corrected.

“Bullshit.”

“Soon to be five.”

“I don’t think I like what you’re implying,” I said, clenching my fist.

He shrugged, “At first neither did the others, but once they were on their knees bobbing on my cock, or bent over taking it in their ass, they realized their true nature.”

“I’m going to bust your face in next time I see you!” I threatened, meaning it as I stalked out of his room, furious.

“You’ll be back, steroid boy,” he called out as I left.

I froze. How could he know I was doing steroids? Yet, too angry to deal with him now I stormed out of the house and off to the gym to work out.

It was after my workout when I went to my backpack and I realized my pills were gone. I then recalled dropping my bag on the floor in the faggot’s room.

Shit!

Did he have my pills?

I went directly to his house, but he wasn’t home and his mom wasn’t sure where he’d gone.

I was frustrated and worried: this could end my scholarships and even make me ineligible for next week’s championship game!

I went home to shower and figure out how I was going to deal with this. Was the faggot going to blackmail me? Was that why he was so fucking smug? He sure as hell hadn’t been that smug at school.

Then I wondered about the supposed other four players he’d implied he’d fucked. I went through each player on the team and couldn’t come up with one, never mind four, that could possibly be gay.

Was the faggot blackmailing some others too?

I was going to kill this queer!

I called Damon, wanting to question him about yesterday’s warning.

Again no answer.

A few minutes later, as I watched sports news about tomorrow’s NFL games, I decided to drive over to Damon’s. He was notorious for losing his cell. The new iPhone he had was his fifth in three years.

I got there and knocked on the door. Again no answer, even though his car was in the driveway.

The fucker was probably already sleeping. I turned the door handle and opened it. I called out, “Hello,” but no one answered. I took off my shoes since his mother was a neat freak and headed downstairs to his bedroom.

As I reached his door, I heard Damon’s voice and I froze.

“Yes, fuck my ass with that big dick,” Damon demanded, sounding desperate and whimpering just like a schoolgirl slut.

There was no way Cecil was over here, was there?

No way Cecil was fucking Damon, was there?

Both these questions were answered when I heard the pipsqueak’s voice, sounding way tougher than he ever had, “How much do you love being my two hole cum bucket, Mr. high and mighty quarterback?”

“I love it,” Damon answered convincingly.

Was Cecil blackmailing Damon? I had to do something about this. I had to save Damon and I had to stop the faggot before he tried to do that to me.

I stormed into the room and shouted, “What the hell is going on here?”

Panicked, Damon went to move, but Cecil ordered, “Keep bouncing on my dick, quarterback.”

To my surprise Damon obeyed, remaining on his hands and knees and fucking himself back onto another guy while I was in the room.

“Dude, stop that,” I said, unable to fathom how this queer had gotten our star quarterback, who was dating a hot college girl, to obey him.

“I can’t,” he moaned, like a girl, as he kept fucking himself, his hard dick swaying all over the place.

“I’m going to rip you a new one!” I threatened, walking over to the faggot.

“Interesting choice of words,” Cecil smirked, not seeming remotely scared of me.

“Graham, stop being zenci porno an asshole,” Damon ordered, another interesting choice of words as I reached the two faggots.

“Right back atcha, steroid boy,” Cecil replied. “We’d hate for the truth that you’re a cheater to come out just before the big game.”

I froze. My worst fears were true… the faggot knew.

“So you have two choices,” Cecil continued.

“Actually, if I beat you up bad enough you won’t be able to speak,” I countered.

“Oh my God,” Damon groaned, urgently riding on the cock.

I looked down and saw him coming all over the floor from getting ass fucked, some even landing on my toes, since I was wearing flip flops.

“That is so sick,” I said, disgust compounding disgust as I shied away.

“Lick it up,” Cecil ordered.

“Excuse me?”

“Lick… it… up,” Cecil repeated speaking slowly, mocking me.

“You’re dead meat,” I said, taking a swing, connecting right in the jaw and knocking him down on his side, his cock sliding out of my faggot quarterback.

“Dude, stop,” Damon said, quickly up on his feet and grabbing me.

“Get off me, faggot,” I said, pushing Damon off me, his dick touching me. I turned to Cecil, on the floor, and threatened, “You say a word and I’ll fucking destroy you.”

Cecil laughed, standing up, “Actually, if you don’t drop to your knees and suck my cock, the truth of your steroid use goes viral.”

Damon grabbed my arm as I was about to punch the faggot again. “Dude, get a grip; he means it.”

“Not if I kill the fucker,” I said.

“I’ve already sent the picture of the steroids to a friend and he will release the info if I end up beaten or dead,” the smug faggot countered. “The label shows clearly what they are and that they were prescribed to you by that so-called sports doctor in the next town.”

“You’re career will be over,” Damon said, still holding onto my arm.

“So you want me to suck your dick to keep your mouth shut?” I asked, fuming, but realizing my predicament was quickly spinning out of my control.

“No, sucking my dick is to keep your mouth shut while I explain how things are going to work from now on,” he said smugly.

“You little prick,” I said, pissed off.

“I’m a lot of things but little prick isn’t one of them,” he smirked, as he grabbed his dick. I looked down and my mouth dropped open… It was huge! It looked ridiculously out of place on a skinny queer like him.

“Whatever, big dick, small dick, you’re still a faggot,” I accused.

“And you’re about to become one,” he said. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock or I’m revealing you’re a steroid-using cheater and ending your college football career before it begins.”

Trying to cool down, I asked, frustrated by my predicament, trying to assess the damage, “So if I suck your dick once, you’ll end this blackmail bullshit.”

“No,” he said. “I plan to fuck you too.”

“No way,” I said.

“That’s what Damon said at first and now he calls me over and begs me to fuck him,” he said, before adding, “isn’t that right, quarterback?”

“Yes, sir,” Damon admitted sheepishly.

“You called him on your own accord to come over to fuck you?” I asked, this more shocking than what I’d witnessed. Being blackmailed is one thing, willingly taking it in the ass from a faggot definitely makes you a faggot.

“Yes,” Damon nodded.

“Why?” I asked.

“It’s all I think about now,” Damon admitted.

“Once you go gay, you never go away,” Cecil added.

“That’s ludicrous,” I said, angry and confused now.

“Maybe, but that’s been my experience,” Cecil shrugged. “Now enough generic bullshit conversation. Knees, Graham.”

“Do it, he’s not bluffing,” Damon warned.

I was pissed at Damon and at the faggot… and at myself for being so careless.

I then recalled his dick had just been in Damon’s ass. I protested, “Wait! Your dick was just in his ass.”

“Fair enough,” Cecil nodded, snapping his fingers and pointing to his dick.

Instantly our all-star quarterback dropped to his knees and took the big dick in his mouth.

“He’s just a faggot to me now,” I insisted, disgusted as I watched Damon bobbing on the cock furiously, way more eager than any chick I’d ever gotten to suck me.

“In that case you’re about to become a faggot too,” he countered, as he pulled his dick out of Damon’s mouth and aimed it at me.

I couldn’t believe how big it was. Easily eight plus inches… a good three inches longer than mine.

I couldn’t believe I was expected to suck cock.

“Knees, now,” Cecil ordered.

I glared at him, but knew I was fucked and then realized the irony of my thought.

“Just one time,” I repeated, as I lowered myself to my knees in front of him… my stomach churning.

He shook his head, “I get your ass too.”

“No way,” I protested.

“This isn’t a negotiation,” he replied. “The terms are that you do exactly aldatma porno as I say or I reveal you’re a cheater. One or the other.”

“This is blackmail,” I accused.

“Yep,” he agreed, “now get sucking.”

“Fuck!” I cursed, trying to think of a way out of this even as I grabbed his cock with my left hand.

“Agreed. Soon,” he smugly responded.

I stroked it, hoping he would come quickly this way.

“You’re just delaying the inevitable,” he said.

“Can’t I just jerk you off?” I asked.

“I have lots of guys dying to suck this cock,” he said. “I don’t need to settle for being jerked off.”

“Come on, I’m not gay,” I pleaded one more time.

“I didn’t say you were,” he said, before adding, “now suck me wet and sloppy or the evidence of your cheating goes public.”

“Fuck!” I cursed, wanting to just beat him until he couldn’t actually talk, yet I believed his threat and my future was in his hands… or in this case, his dick.

“Maybe,” he replied.

I stared at his dick, still shocked such a scrawny loser could be packing such a big one. God had a twisted sense of humour. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and, after one last pause, a last hope he wouldn’t make me do this, I leaned forward and took his cock between my lips.

“There you go,” he confidently said, which pissed me off again, but I was helpless to do anything about it, even as it felt so weird to have his dick in my mouth. The damn thing was throbbing!

It was awkward, but I began slowly bobbing.

To my surprise, as soon as I began to move I found it wasn’t as disgusting as I’d thought.

“Oh yeah, you’re a natural,” he approved, wanting to see how far he could push me, which since I had his dick in my mouth was pretty fucking far. “What do you think, Damon?”

“Yeah, he’s a natural born faggot,” Damon answered, this somehow pissing me off even more. I wasn’t a faggot. I was being blackmailed. I wasn’t fucking enjoying this.

I pulled back and said as much, “I’m no fucking faggot like you.”

“Did I ask your fucking opinion?” Cecil asked, actually slapping my face with his dick.

“No, but…” I began, but he interrupted by shoving his cock back into my mouth.

“Get back to sucking, cock sucker,” he ordered, that term another derogatory one that continued to have my anger brimming at the surface.

Yet I obeyed as I resumed sucking, although this time faster in hopes of getting this over with as soon as possible.

For a couple of minutes I sucked. At first I didn’t take more than half his dick in, but slowly I took more.

He then pulled out and ordered, “Tell me you want my cock.”

“What?” I asked.

“Beg for my cock,” he repeated.

“Are you serious?” I asked, even though I kind of wanted his cock back in my mouth. This worried me. It was one thing to be forced to suck dick, it was another to like it. I pushed that thought out of my mind as I glared at him, a glare that hadn’t worked for years on the supercilious twink.

He laughed, “Your glare has never scared me; I was biding my time. Now beg or else.”

I sighed and then said all sing-song, “Please give me your cock.”

“Make it believable, cock sucker,” he ordered, again slapping my face with his hard dick. It didn’t hurt, but it was fucking humiliating.

Again hoping I would get this over with sooner, the disgrace unbearable, “Please, let me suck your big, hard, juicy cock.”

Had I just said juicy?

“Tell me you love my cock,” he continued, as he slid his cock in my mouth and pumped three times before pulling out.

“Yes, dammit, I love your big dick in my mouth,” I said, wanting his cock back in. Not because I wanted to suck him, but because he was blackmailing me.

“Because you’re a cock sucker,” he said, as he shoved his cock back into my mouth and began face fucking me, his entire cock filling my mouth and throat and making me gag. “Say it, tell me you’re a cock sucker.”

As saliva drooled out of my mouth, I responded quickly before I even realized I had, “I’m a cock sucker.”

He pushed his cock back into my mouth for a few more quick pumps as I tried to process my reactions. I wasn’t enjoying this!!

He pulled back out and I said, trying to regain control, “Just fucking come.”

He responded, “Tell you what, I’ll quit right now and never tell a soul.”

“Really?” I asked, praying this wasn’t a game.

“Sure, if you’re not enjoying this, we’ll quit right now,” he said.

“I’m definitely not enjoying this,” I quickly said, seeing a way out.

“But if you are enjoying it, I get to fuck your ass,” he continued.

I agreed. “Sure, but since I’m not enjoying it, that will never happen.”

“Stand up,” he said.

I did, happy to be off my knees, thinking I may be able to get out of this yet.

He then said, after a moment, “See? You really are a cock sucker.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re enjoying it.”

“No, I’m not,” I said adamantly.

“Then why are you so hard?” he asked, looking pointedly at my crotch.

Until then I hadn’t realized I was hard, but there was no doubt I was rock hard and wishing I hadn’t worn sweats which couldn’t conceal my bulge. I stammered, rattled, “I-I-I’m always hard.”

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: All characters involved are 18 or older. This is a first-person narrative told in-character, all awkward grammar and mis-speakings are (hopefully) deliberate.

*****

Alright, I guess with a title like that, I’m killing the suspense a little bit. But, it’s accurate, so what’re you gonna do, right?

It all started on the day I faked being sick so as to not go to school. Well, really, it started way before that. Probably with my porn collection.

Like a lot of horny teen guys, I watch a lot of porn. And I jerk off to it. Well, ok, I watch a hell of a lot of it, and I jerk off probably way more than the average guy. Like, most people seem to talk in how many times a week, in my case it’s how many times a day. And three is kind of average, really. But I’m pretty sure I don’t have a problem. Sure I guess I don’t get outside that much, and I’ve skipped homework, and come in next day groggy after jerking til the sun comes up…but like I said, I can handle it, it works for me. Anyway, those were my habits before what happened.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Again. I probably started watching porn after Dad left us. My mom was pretty broken up about it, and so she gave me the job of cleaning some of his boxes out of the study and garage. Well, there was a lot of crap there, old school texts and boring stacks of appliance manuals and whatever. But there were also some porn mags, and videotapes. I knew there was gonna be something bad on them, so I waited until no one was home (my older sister was living with us too at this point; she’s pretty hot, blonde with big tits, but she’s in college now, so this story really isn’t about her at all) and I slid it in the VCR. I don’t think I’ve gone a day without jerking off since then. Most of those tapes are still in a shoe-box at the back of my closet.

At this point was when I bugged my mom ’til we got a high-speed internet connection. I told her it was for school and shit, for me to be better at that, and she bought it pretty easy. You better believe I pretty much burned up the line downloading hardcore porn. Filling up my hard drive and burning CD’s and DVD’s full of it. One time my computer broke and I almost had a heart attack thinking that someone might scavenge my used hard drive and see all that late-night jerk material. But I guess I got over it, just got a better computer with a faster hard-drive, and got all my favourites back. I always keep my door closed, and listen to the sound with earphones, so I’m sure my mom thinks I’m just spending that time reading in my room.

Mmm, porn. What did I want to say next? Oh right. Anyway, uh, I guess for a long time I was into the usual sort of chicks the other guys at school like. You know, the Hillary Duffs, the Amanda Byneseses. Basically hot, skinny, young and cute. Had a lot of wet dreams shooting my load to girls like that, thinking I guess mostly of just like kissing them and fuckin their hot pussy, maybe cop a feel of their pert little tit while doing it.

By the way, uh, I’m talking a lot about like jerking off and porn, but don’t think I don’t get a lot of real chicks. I mostly like to date girls who don’t go to my school, you know, in my other social circles, so even if I told you a bunch of names, it’s not like you’d know how hot they were. No, I don’t have a “steady” girlfriend right now, but I figure it makes it easier to play the field, right?. I could get a hot girlfriend easily, don’t worry – hotter than any of the girls you know.

Anyway, the way porn works is that, if you’re watching a movie, and there’s a scene that really turns you on, you usually go out in search of more of that stuff, be it that actress, or some act they do in the scene, or whatever. Well, I somehow found myself getting way, way, into chicks with big round asses. Like I said, I go to a high school in a mostly white suburban neighbourhood, and most of your guys are into the skinny type, sorta like Katie Holmes, or at least they say they are. But soon I was dying for more material with ass shots, girls with shorts tightly gripping their big tight asses, lots of bouncing and shaking of those asses. I’d walk down the hallway in school with my books over my crotch and look at the girls with really big butts walking in their tight pants. I’m not talking about porkers, like girls that are seriously overweight, but I mean just mostly normal girls with really thick round asses. They’d get teased about those big butts, but I couldn’t believe any guy would say a bad thing about them. And I looked at the big, mature asses on some hot teachers too.

Which brings me to another one of my favourite genres, milfs. Or should I write that MILFS? Ok, seriously, I’m trying to explain myself, but I don’t know why. Some stuff just gets my cock hard. In this case, we’re talking about mature, usually voluptuous women. A lot of vids are titled like “My Best Friend’s Mom” or “The Mother Next Door”…but, I mean, really? Seems to me mobil porno that those are just code-words for what the guys are really thinking about, which is having a sexy, knockout mom of your very own.

I guess it’s time to describe what my own mom looks like. She’s about five-foot-nine, with slightly curly hair that looks brown with maybe a touch of red in it, and she usually wears it loose so that it falls past her shoulders. She’s got a real nice big set of tits that look great in the bras she wears, and you better believe I spent a hell of a lot of time staring at them when I hit puberty. But what’s really stunning is her ass, you can really notice it when she wiggles into a pair of jeans, or those skin-tight workout pants she wears when exercising or cleaning the house. It starts at her narrow waist, then flares out into some seriously wide hips, and her cheeks so thick and round and firm. Sometimes when she bends over I think that her pants are about to rip at the seam. Either that or my hard-on is about to tear out of its pants.

Ever since my dad left, my mom hasn’t really had anyone steady in her life. There was a time she dated a lot, and I remember she went out with this black guy for a while, and after that it seemed the next few guys I saw her with were also all black. This was about the same time she got that tattoo across the small of her back above her ass, I guess what they call a tribal design, and, though she probably thought I didn’t notice it, it was also when she got one of her nipples pierced – I could sometimes see the outline of a stud or ring she had through it, when it pressed tightly against a thin top she would be wearing. But anyway, she hadn’t been dating a lot recently, that I’d noticed – mostly spending time working at her office job, or staying home and taking care of the house, or on her regular work out schedule.

Anyway, time to get to the day in question. I totally didn’t feel like going to school that day, and faked being sick, though really I was mostly thinking about watching some hardcore porn and then playing a new video game I’d gotten recently. Soon as my mom walked out the door in her business suit, and I heard her start the car, I walked down to the living room with a stack of about five DVD’s, and put on the first one.

Well, like I said, I had been planning to play a video game after doing some jerking, but with my remote control in one hand, and my cock in the other, I was enjoying myself a whole lot with skipping to all the nastiest parts, enjoying the hot women teasing and the hard anal poundings, with my hand stroking my cock that had gotten really big and thick, stroking in all that sticky clear precum that oozed out the head. A few times I thought about just blowing my load, but then I thought I’d wait to see another chick in another scene, or I’d switch to another movie, where I remembered there was something really smokin’ hot…and, well, a lot of time passed that way without my keeping track of it.

I swear, I swear, I swear I did not even hear a sound from behind until there were those 3 hard footsteps of my mom’s shoes on the hardwood floor, until she was standing off to my side, her arms crossed over her chest, as she looked down at me, sitting in an easy chair with my cock in my hand, a hard, sweaty sex scene with about two guys and three girls on the screen, and my jogging pants down around my ankles. My heart has never leapt further up my throat.

“Mom?!?” I managed to croak out. Realizing my cock was sticking way out I reached down and tried to tug my sweatpants up; one tug, two, but a fold was somehow caught up on my big toe or heel or something, and I could barely start tugging them up. I realized I was still naked and hard in front of my mom trying to do this, and so I just grabbed one of the decorative pillows nearby and put it over my hard-on, and sheepishly looked up at my mom. Not too much eye contact with her though, I couldn’t bear it.

“So, I guess you’re feeling better, huh? Said you were in pretty rough shape this morning, might even need to see the doctor?” She moved her hands to her hips, still looking right down at me.

“Um, yeah. I mean, I do feel better.”

“I’ll bet.” She gave a loud huff from her nostrils. Then she pointed down at me and said in an angry voice, “And don’t press that against yourself, those are dry-clean I don’t need them…I don’t need them pressed all against your big dirty cock.”

I felt my cock throb as I heard those words from her. I’d never heard anything about any ‘dirty cock’ from her mouth before. I kinda pressed the pillow against me closer, “No mom, uh, it’ll be okay, I’ll be ok.”

She smirked down at me, “No it won’t. I got a good look at it already, don’t worry, it looked pretty darn wet.” Then she took me by surprise by bending down and pulling the pillow away from me. She looked at the side of the pillow I’d held against myself and said “Ha!” as she noticed a big wet spot alman porno where my cockhead had pressed against. She tossed the pillow off to the side.

By now I was squirming pretty good, I was sitting there naked, my cock not getting softer at all, and I realized that the porn was still playing on the TV as my mother stood right there beside me. I tried to casually at least cover up my hardon a bit by putting my arms over it, but touching my cock with the soft skin of the bottom side of my wrist was a bad move, as it just made my cock jump and throb more. It was like my cock was responding to everything.

“Geez Mom,” I whined again. I’m sure my face was all red and dripping with sweat at this point. My heartbeat echoed in my ears. “Can’t you, uh..” I nodded my head to the side, “Just give me a few minutes to clean up, okay? Geez, this is crazy, um…then we can talk it out, I know I did wrong, and, uh…”

My mother stepped in front of me, looking down and shaking her head. I realized how sexy she was looking in her office clothes. I guess she had come home during her lunch break or something, she worked close enough to do that. The heels, the pantyhose and tight business skirt, the white blouse under the jacket, made her look so powerful and mature. She told me, “I’ve noticed you haven’t been doing as well at school, and being more sulky and lazy around the house. A bad attitude. I think we need to sort it out. Right now.”

I was shocked as she dropped to her knees in front of me, looked up at me as she put my hands on my knees, and applied some pressure for me to spread out my thighs. She leaned forward and looked right at my cock, “I bet this is the problem right here, isn’t it? You feeling too fucking horny to do anything, are you? You know son, sometimes being too obsessed with something can be bad for you. Take your hands away, I want to make sure you didn’t hurt it while you were abusing yourself.”

I pulled my arms back just because she said to. I leaned back and just looked down at her, as my cock throbbed, sticking up between my legs, my balls right underneath it feeling so sensitive against my thighs. She brought her face close enough that I thought I could feel her warm breath on my twitching cock. My mom leaned forward more and I saw her tongue slip out and slide over her wet, red lips.

“Ohhh, my gawwwd,” I moaned, throwing my head back, it was almost too much too watch.

“Yeah, I think we’re at the core of all your ‘issues’ right here,” she said. I felt her breath on my cock from every word she spoke. “I think what we’re dealing with here, is that, well, you need this taken care of, before you can spend your energy on anything else.”

And then she grabbed the shaft of my cock with her hand and put her lips around the head. I felt my mom’s wet, soft lips sucking on my cockhead, her tongue licking on it, as she sucked harder, then popped off. “Wowie,” she said, and licked her lips. “That tastes even better than I thought.” She leaned forward and kept stroking my cock steadily with that one hand, as her other cupped my balls, and her mouth went back to really working me now, sucking and slobbering, as I just grit my teeth and looked down as I squinted my eyes.

My mom looked so amazingly hot there, in front of me on her knees, her heeled feet sticking out, the heavy outline of her breasts pushing against the front of her blouse. Her mouth and hands kept working my horny cock, tasting it all over, and at one point she wet deep on it made a little gagging sound, then a whole mess of spit flew out all over my cock and her hands and part of her blouse. “Fuck yeah!” she muttered, her lips moving over my sensitive cockhead as she said it, then started loudly sucking the spit back up, sucking up that shiny layer of her drool that my cock was covered in.

I was really squirming at this point, clutching at the armrests with my hands and trying to pull away if just to hold off from cumming. My mom smiled and looked up at me, “Too much for ya, baby?” she quickly pulled off her jacket, then pointed at me. “THIS is just between you and me, you got it, you horny little bastard? I mean it, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you are in deep, deep shit, you got it?”

I nodded and my open mouth might have muttered some kind of agreement. I watched as my mom quickly unbuttoned her top and pulled it to the sides and then off, showing me her big tits supported by her bra. I gasped out “Ooohhh…” and my mom smiled up at me as she unhooked her bra and slowly let it slide off, showing me those big pale soft breasts and the hard nipples that were pointed right at me.

“Ohhh, fuck fuck fuck, Mommmm, those are like the most beautiful set of tits ever!” I groaned, and she smiled at me, rubbing them with her hands, caressing them, visibly getting even more turned on just from her own touch.

“You like your momma’s big breasts, huh baby? Ya wanna feel em on your alexis texas porno cock?” She didn’t wait for a reply, but put her tits on either side of my cock, letting it slide deep into her cleavage, then using her hands to bury me in all that warm soft flesh.

“Ohhh!” I groaned, “Oh yes, c’mon and fuck my cock with your tits, Mom! Fuck!”

My mother purred as she held her tits solidly around my cock, pushing them up and down. She talked quietly, as much as to herself as to me, “Oh yess, you like that, you like that. MMMmmm, feels so nice, would be even better with some baby oil on everything.”

I started to cum without any warning, I don’t think I even really realized it myself until a few shots had already blown out the end of my cock. I looked down and my mom laughed in surprise and kept stroking my cock with her tits. Thick white shiny hot cum hit the bottom of her chin and her neck one shot somehow managed to reach the side of her cheek, and so much thick cum was dripping down her big tits and her hands as she stroked me out. She squeezed and stroked on my cock with those big warm tits ’til I was aching.

As I was sitting there recovering, and watching the way my cum dripped and shone on her tits, my mom reached down to undo her skirt, then stood up to slip out of it. She took the opportunity to go over to the window and pull the blinds down completely, then turned back to me with a smile, “Nobody needs to see what’s going on here, do they?”

She walked back over to me slow, totally naked, and I looked at her hips moving, at her pussy covered by some not-too-thick pubic hair, and up again to those breasts that she hadn’t cleaned off at all.

Then she pointed at the doorway and said something I never, ever thought I would hear my mom say, “Let’s move. You don’t want to fuck here too, do you? It’s kind of uncomfortable.”

I stood up, then remembered about the TV, and reached for the remote to turn it off. I followed my mom’s wiggling hips down the hall, then right up the stairs, just staring at that behind, getting such a close-up look at it, I didn’t realize where we were going until we were standing in the middle of my own bedroom. My mom stood in front of me and said “Is this okay? I think it’d be kinda hot if we do it here,” and then pulled me in for a mouth-to-mouth kiss. It was unbelievably hot.

At this point, okay, honestly, maybe it was all the new experiences or blowing my load, but I was feeling a bit tired at this point. I don’t think my mom was interested in taking a break, though. She sat down on my bed and put one leg up, rubbing her pussy as she looked at me.

“Looks like you’re ready for another go,” she smiled, and nodded at my cock, which was sticking right out again, hard as ever.

“Get on your hands and knees, Mom, c’mon, on the bed, I wanna see that ass,” I told her, and she did as I said, getting on all fours on my bed, then putting her head low, her bare ass way up in the air. I got right behind it and put my hands on her big asscheeks, rubbing them slowly as I sighed.

“Ohhh, Mommmm, this ass is fuckin amazing!” I moaned, and spread her cheeks. I took a glance at her hot pussy, that looked really wet and ready, but mostly I was checking out her super-tight asshole. I just had to lean in closer, rub my fingertips on it, and then lean in and give it some licks.

The touch of my tongue made my mom moan and really wiggle her hips as she curled her toes. She moved that ass side-to-side on my face, and seemed to want me to lick her pussy more, but I held her big warm ass steady as I could with my hands and kept on licking fast on her tight asshole. “Put it in me! Put it in me!” she called out urgently from way out front where her head was, and bumped her ass harder onto my face.

To satisfy her I drew up closer, rubbed my cockhead against her pussylips, and started to push in. I’m not saying it wasn’t nice, it sure was nice to be fucking that hot wet pussy from behind, but I remained fascinated by her asshole. As my cock started to pump that wet pussy I licked a couple of fingers and rubbed them on her asshole, then started pressing one in.

That made my mom shoot a glance over her shoulder back at me. So there I was, on my own bed, fucking my mom from behind with her ass up and head on my pillow, and she was giving me this look as one of my fingers dug into that asshole. Man, was it warm and tight in there.

I felt her pussy squeeze down more on my cock as I kept pumping it, her pussyjuice making my cock so wet as I felt rivulets of it start to run down my balls. I worked that finger in and out, getting deeper, I just couldn’t get over how hot she felt in there, how good her big thick asscheeks looked pushed up just for me.

She kept staring back at me, “You like exploring back there, huh?”

I thrust harder into her pussy, slamming her ass and making it shake more as she thrust it back on me. “Fuck yeah Mom, I love it!” I grunted. “I wanna fuck you right up the ass!”

I put two hands on her hips and really started slamming into that pussy, I could see her big tits bouncing under her as I fucked her hard, making her grunt and thrusting forward as I fucked that pussy in and out hard.

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‘Thinking naughty things?’

The unmistakeable chime of his phone’s message tone seemed so loud and somehow so urgent in the still of the night.

He had been lying there, recalling the events at the party – specifically none other than those which took place in private, between him and the impossibly sexy Miss Vanessa Thomas – and again he was hard as a rock, knowing all too well that he wouldn’t sleep until he took care of himself once, or twice, or maybe more.

Just lying there with his eyes closed, happily playing victim to the graphic visions that visited and courted with the imaginative erogenous zone between his ears, his blood simmered, his heart skittered, and that dazed and hazy state she’d put him in left him with a delicious buzzing sensation that vibrated deep into his bones.

And the longer he went without giving in and touching himself, the greater the need to touch her became. It was a terrifying kind of hopelessness to want somebody this much; to the point where lust could lead to paralysis.

Outside the world was a blur of black and white as the blizzard raged on in all its deafening silence, insulating the world against all signs of life but for an occasional bird tweet.

His eyes opened to the horrid brightness of the lit screen now before him, and his heart once again pulsed stronger as he read those words. As his eyes adjusted to invite her words, Michael breathed deep and thought of what to say.

‘I can’t stop thinking,’ he replied. ‘And you?’

He waited minutes for a reply that maybe wasn’t going to come. For a moment he trusted himself to drift off because – sod’s law – now the lag was hitting him. But again he was jolted awake by the arrival of a new text.

‘Thinking and doing,’ came the reply with a line of winking emojis. His hardness ached insatiably. Fighting with his remaining strength not to touch himself now, he failed happily. But he went slow and gentle for how tender and sensitive that woman had left him.

Still he felt jittery and in the best way. What did he say without sounding as desperate as she had made him?

‘Me too…’

‘Is it too late to call?’ Vanessa texted back.

‘No, you can call,’ Michael replied, and a moment later they were listening to each other’s soft, heavy breathing.

‘Hi,’ she said, as did he. ‘I really enjoyed our private party.’ Sweetly she sighed. ‘I’ll tell you now that I’m a woman who knows what she wants and knows how to get it, but as for doing what I did – that was new to me.’

‘You and me both,’ Michael responded, thinking that she definitely didn’t mean the things she did to him with her mouth. He just laughed.

‘Just so you don’t think that this is something I just go and do.’

‘I didn’t think it,’ Michael disarmed as he lay flat on his back in the dark, his free hand wrapped around his shaft. ‘I haven’t been able to think of anything other than what we did,’ he testified.

‘Me too!’ She breathed heavily. All playing with herself had done was work her up into a desire to fuck Michael into a lustful frenzy. ‘That and the ideas it put in my head.’

‘Tell me…’

She laughed. ‘But that’d be telling.’

‘That’s the idea,’ Michael teased. And he thought of what had happened near the end, with the lights off – with Vanessa on her knees before him. He closed his eyes and swallowed dryly.

She wasn’t even in the same room, the same building, or the same neighbourhood, and again Michael’s heart was jack-hammering in his chest as though she was right there, her lips on his, her hands on him too.

‘In this case, Michael, telling would be spoiling,’ she hinted mysteriously.

‘Terrible tease,’ he chided with a sleepy grin.

‘Maybe just a little,’ she half-admitted, and then, ‘what are you doing next Friday evening?’

Michael wasn’t even sure he’d survive until next Friday.

“What the fuck have I done now?” were not the words any friend of Michael Bench would associate with him, and least of all in the family home. But then the fools even a clever man had no choice but to suffer he would have to be bound to by blood.

Three days Aaron had harassed his now ex-girlfriend by phone, although it was ultimately him who rejected her at the end of that fateful night. Now somehow it was the fault of his allegedly frigid virgin younger brother.

Before that nonsense had touched him, soiled him – made him feel dirty and abused – Michael was summoned once again to his mother’s house with the words, ‘your brother’s got a few choice words to say to you.’

‘Then he can say them,’ Michael responded coolly from his own side of the call. It was seven in the evening on a horribly cold Tuesday and he was about to sit down to his dinner – ramen noodles, toast, and a couple of hard-boiled eggs.

‘You’d better come round to the house then,’ Victoria said distantly. In that moment his own mother was no better than the guy who wore sunglasses and a baseball cap to the game on a sunny afternoon, only to be sitting there none porno izle the wiser, shading his eyes with his hand with the bill of his cap resting over the back of his neck.

How stupid could she get? How insultingly stupid, for god’s sake?

‘He has a phone,’ Michael reminded her patiently. ‘He knows how to use it. What’s it about?’

‘You’ll find out, won’t you?’ Michael did not care at all for the dismissive tone of her voice. ‘He’s here now, waiting, anyway.’

‘Put him on,’ Michael insisted less patiently. She hung up.

Now he was sitting there all alone, his simple dinner getting cold right in front of him, and he had lost his appetite. Well fuck it, he thought, in spite of the way they treated him like a human footstool sometimes.

Regardless he trayed his food on his lap and sat back to eat, and he would take his time just to piss them off, because if anybody had provoked a fight over nothing, he was not going to jump through hoops for them.

In silence Michael ate, and though he didn’t enjoy his food, he enjoyed the very fact that he was looking out for himself where nobody else did. An hour and fifteen minutes later he stood on his mother’s door with the uneasy beginnings of indigestion.

She opened the door and gave a cursory glance of disdain, almost seeing right through him. A little more of that golden patience slipped away.

‘You took your time, didn’t you?’ she asked.

‘Yes I did,’ Michael answered promptly. ‘You gave me no reason to think there was an emergency.’

‘Two hours though?’

‘Nowhere near two hours,’ Michael flatly denied and they bickered in the hallway over just that. Aaron who was sat alone in the dining room then appeared in the hall and demanded his brother take a seat.

‘You’ve got some fucking explaining to do,’ Aaron said gruffly, pointing one accusing finger.

‘No, you’re the one who needs to fucking explain what’s going on,’ Michael once again rejected.

‘Watch your mouth, Michael,’ Victoria breathed down his neck.

“Oh, gas-lighting already!” he thought to himself and chuckled dryly.

‘I’ll wipe that grin off your face,’ Aaron threatened.

Michael rolled his eyes and then met him with a hard glare. ‘Trust me, brother, I am already far from amused…’

A while later – he didn’t dare look at the clock for time, considering how slowly this shocking turn of events took just to unravel – Michael sat deep in shock, wrestling not with the apparent truth of the matter, but with how idiotic his brother was to believe it, and how despicable his mother had been to immediately choose one of her sons over the other.

‘So in short,’ Michael surmised, ‘April, who dumped you – or you dumped her, whatever you want to believe – got so sick of you harassing her ever since the party, and told you that she’s now carrying on with me?’

‘That’s not what I said,’ Aaron growled. Regardless, Michael was humoured to no end, even if he couldn’t prove otherwise. A man who lived alone had no alibi.

‘It’s not what you said but I know you,’ Michael judged flatly. ‘You treat women reprehensively. You seem to find more personality somehow in a premier league football player than you do in the girls you bang for a couple weeks before you move onto the next.’

To prove the things that April had said to him, Aaron had shown Michael the texts between them. Quite disturbingly he saw no issue in the way he spoke to her even before she decided to play games with him to get back, and even then the games she had employed to mess with his head had been mild in comparison.

Michael balked to imagine such a fight happening face to face between his brother and a woman of standards. He didn’t even hear their mother coming to Aaron’s defence, the one woman he’d never dare talk down to, when he found his conclusion.

‘All these words you use to describe the women you’re done sticking your dick into – slut, slag, whore, cunt, pig – you’re so full of hate when things don’t go your way. But what is your way? All you care about is fucking whoever will let you, and you get away with it time and time again.

‘But I’m telling you, Aaron,’ Michael concluded, ‘and you can believe me or not, I don’t care because you don’t speak to me like I’m a piece of shit when I’ll never dare behave the way you do. I give less of a fuck for the kind of girls you’re into specifically because of the way you treat them. I wouldn’t waste my time on April or any other girl you’ve been with. Do you know why else?’

Aaron wanted to know. Aaron didn’t want to know. Aaron didn’t know what he wanted, other than to smash his balled fists into something and to scream and to avenge his ego, which Michael had picked apart in a matter of seconds just now.

‘Go on,’ Michael tempted. ‘You’ve already threatened me over nothing. I know you’re looking for a reason, anything to be bigger than me, right? Ask me why!’

Aaron shrugged, sulked, his eyes two deep and shady sockets of pure bruised ego. Now, Michael saw, he was speaking amatör porno from the id, only he had no words for what he wanted to say, not like his scarily intelligent younger brother.

‘Well?’ he finally said.

‘There is no way of knowing where your type has been before you dip your wick in them and claim yet another conquest. But when I know they’ve been with you, there isn’t enough bleach in the world to think about claiming sloppy seconds,’ Michael explained. All the while he shook his head in disgust.

‘Not once in the past ten years have you been with anyone worth the respect. And that should tell you something really fucking important about me, your own fucking family,’ he said. ‘I’m not you. That’s why I don’t act like you, and I never will.’

‘You think you’re fucking better than me, is that it?’ Aaron seethed. He was ready to pounce across the table. At any moment Michael was sure that he would.

‘It doesn’t matter what I think,’ Michael finalised, hoping that he could wrap this up and leave soon after. ‘The facts don’t lie. I don’t play games and I don’t stick my dick in stupid. That’s not hard when your own mother and brother are so manipulative and narcissistic that there isn’t a woman in the world you’d want to introduce to them.’

Their mother uttered a harsh gasp, covered her mouth. ‘How bloody well dare you,’ she whispered.

‘I’ll see myself out,’ Michael groaned, and got up from his chair at the dining table. He himself was filled with the urge to rage, to lash out, to lose control and give it to those he least trusted right now.

Now every step closer to that front door seemed like it cost him a measure of that control, and especially when Aaron gnashed out the words, ‘I’m not going to let him speak to me like that!’

He was out in the snow once again and headed for the driveway gate when his brother’s thundering footsteps came crashing towards him, turning into loud crunching ones as he hit the snow and came charging.

The familiar ham-fisted claw grabbed at the neck of Michael’s coat to spin him around. Michael expected it and still did nothing. Not a moment too soon, Aaron’s other fist glanced off his brother’s cheekbone, but he was so angry that he had involuntarily pulled the punch; so balled up with anger he was to let loose.

‘Fucking hit me again,’ Michael growled, overtaken by adrenaline. ‘Go on, trust the word of the little bitch you hit and ran on.’

Aaron faltered, squeezing his fist so hard that it shook too crazily to make another safe landing. But eventually he did try again, and this time Michael was waiting. At the last moment he tucked in his chin and offered up his forehead.

Aaron’s white-knuckled fist landed and crunched audibly upon impact. He screamed, a mixture of fury and agony when he realised what had happened, and then his feet skidded in the icy white beneath his feet and he landed on his arse.

Something crunched loudly again. His screaming turned to helpless wailing then.

‘You proud of yourself, big man?’ Michael said, so calmly that he surprised himself.

At that moment their mother rushed to the door, beckoned by the cries of her eldest son. ‘What have you done?’ she shrieked in sheer panic. Michael shook his head in disdain, uttered a breathless laugh, and turned to walk away.

‘Why even try to explain,’ he called out as he crossed the road. ‘You’ll only make it up to suit yourselves. That’s what you’re best at.’

‘Aarrgh, you fuckin’ bastard,’ Aaron called out. He could now at least make the connection between his knuckles and his arse. He had broken them both.

Wednesday was filled with the dread of what was to come, or maybe what would never come. What would become of Michael and his family? Had they disowned him?

In any such situation he imagined that worse people than him had a right to know about their brother’s broke-ass trip to the hospital went, at least in the attempt to induce a guilt trip. None came and though Michael was used to the silent treatment, he was adamant that he didn’t deserve the guilt.

A thought occurred. Maybe both had decided the incident wasn’t his fault, though he had laid the insult on thick before the injury had happened. Whose fault was it that Aaron, ever the slave to his own ego, wanted to beat his own brother into subservience with his fists?

He was certain also that he couldn’t blame April. Nobody could. Only a Grade-A moron would have fallen for a simple lie like “I’ve been fucking your brother, so go fuck yourself!”

And in this instance, what Aaron and their mother had completely overlooked – that lie went along the lines of “I fucked your brother after we were over”.

‘You’ve gone quiet,’ read a solemn text message later that night. Michael was afraid that Vanessa didn’t deserve him in the state that he was. Somehow he had avoided any bruises or swelling of the face, where Aaron had hit him, but he was feeling low indeed.

‘I don’t suppose you heard what happened yesterday,’ anal porno he replied. In a matter of moments they were talking over the phone again.

‘I knew there was something going on, but your mum doesn’t talk to me about these things,’ Vanessa explained her part. She did hear a commotion at the salon that afternoon. ‘I just took it that there was an argument and your brother’s girlfriend was involved.’

Michael told her everything, and then finally, ‘I just couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck. They treat me like shit either way, no matter what.’

Vanessa sighed hard and then paused for thought. ‘It’s drama you just don’t need. But if you want to call off Friday…’

‘Oh hell no!’

‘Good answer,’ she replied. The smile in her voice was impossible not to notice and that made him warm up inside. He wasn’t the only one to start feeling those butterflies again either. They talked on for three hours until just before midnight, and barely even skirted the subject of that certain big elephant in the room.

Anxiety!

It isn’t the same as simple nerves or the excitement and curiosity one faces in the presence of the great unknown. Michael, who lived with it since the exit of his father, knew it well and knew all the more that it couldn’t be ignored or dismissed.

Like those butterflies it often started in the pit of the abdomen or stomach, sometimes high up in the chest as the heart became constricted with it, and then rather than good feelings it came out in fear and doubt, and sometimes in anger.

He wasn’t about to unload his emotional baggage on Vanessa. If anything he would seek to protect her from it, but at the beginning of Friday evening, as he showered and groomed himself, and then dressed up casual but smart, he began to ask himself what he was expecting of her.

Without question he slipped a strip of condoms into the pocket of his jeans and then knocked back a shot of vodka for courage, though there was no doubt that, whatever happened, she would meet his few easy needs.

‘I’m on my way,’ he texted. ‘I won’t be long, I promise, but I’m leaving my phone at home…’

There was nothing that needed explaining on that matter. Last Saturday had come with enough distractions from his errant brother. The ensuing drama had no place between them tonight.

The sky was pitch black and cloudless before six, the ground a hard and unforgiving crust of black ice to suit. And along the gritted roads the traffic jams inched ahead – full of people going nowhere fast – as Michael carefully traversed the roadside as he walked the distance.

Slung around one wrist, to at least allow a single hand to warm inside his coat pocket as he also handled a small bunch of pretty winter flowers, a plain white bag also carried a magnum of rose champagne. He’d ditch the bag in a bin near his destination, just to be that little bit extra classy.

Looking back, maybe the flowers and bubbly were a bad idea. Not that he didn’t want to spoil Vanessa, whom he was not only attracted to but secretly enamoured with, he didn’t count on fate getting in his way once more and spoiling the mood.

April Dodd was the last person he expected to run into. Even less did he expect her to speak to him, which she did as though they had been good friends all through that night she spent being his dick brother’s sly little cheerleader.

She was with a friend of her own, another girl who appeared even younger – and too young to be drinking from a can of strong white cider. Michael felt all the more uncomfortable in the younger girl’s drunken beady-eyed glare. She was almost insect like in her appearance and looked puzzled by the flowers alone.

‘Hey Michael,’ April beamed, and floated over to him before he could move on. He didn’t need to wonder what she might have expected from him, but she surprised him. ‘Are you going to a party?’

‘You could say that,’ he said short and flat. In all honesty he had no idea why he’d even stopped and given her his attention. Maybe he wanted to hear what she had to say.

‘Can we come? It’s freezing out here!’

‘No, it’s a private party. Don’t you have a home to go to?’ he asked, and then hinted, ‘somewhere you won’t be seen with the brother of a certain ex you lied about?’

‘Whoa,’ April reacted as though she had done nothing wrong. And would he be expected to believe that lie too?

‘It is cold isn’t it,’ he agreed. ‘Is there something you want?’

‘Look I’m so sorry about that,’ April lied again. She wasn’t very good at this. ‘You should see the shit he was saying to me though.’

‘I did,’ Michael said. ‘When he and my mother chose to believe you anyway and turned on me. They showed me everything.’

‘You’re fucking kidding,’ April exclaimed harshly in feigned disbelief.

‘I’m preoccupied right now is what I am,’ he stated bluntly.

‘Well I’m sorry but your brother’s a cunt!’

Michael laughed. ‘I know, what a waste, right?’ he replied ironically, but neither April, nor her anaemic and absent looking friend picked up on the sarcasm. ‘But you know what, it’s my family you played and I’m the one being treated like I don’t exist as a result. I’ll overlook the insults, considering the way he spoke to you, but what did I do to deserve your revenge?’

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The following day was a haze… a busy haze, but a haze nonetheless. I had to get the video equipment loaded out and back to the agency, then spent the next eight hours mixing down the video for a tape to give to Sharon… and, of course, for me.

If you’ve never done a video mix, you might not have any idea of what exquisite torture those eight hours were. Imagine a room with a bank of video decks, both tape and digital, a state of the art mixer mixing to a huge studio monitor, and me trying (desperately) to choose the best mix from four screens of unbelievably erotic video.

Sharon had outdone herself in every way. I had noticed her playing to the camera, but looking at the video it was like she was born to it. She knew where all the cameras were, and made love to them even as she was to me. There were a thousand things I hadn’t noticed, because she played them to cameras that weren’t on the main screen.

When she trailed a finger delicately up over her clit, she smiled so completely seductively at the camera on her face that it melted me on the spot. She closed her eyes and slid a finger inside, drawing it out wet and away like a strand of spiderweb. I had seen that, but I hadn’t seen her lift the finger to her lips in another shot and softly, slowly suck it off with that look a woman gets when she’s giving you head and she looks up to watch you enjoying it. And how could you choose between the rear view with her back arched over that incredible ass, rising to show my cock for a moment, then slipping down to engulf it, and the front shot rolling her nipples between her fingers, a look of complete rapture on her face.

I ended up doing a great deal of split screen, all the while regretting the loss of picture size. I finally had to just do the edit as if it were a live broadcast, because it quickly became apparent that I could have easily done a dozen different mixes, any of which would have made a dead man cum.

I was glad there was almost no one around, and that I could lock the door, as I often did while mixing. I had such a raging erection I would have been embarrassed to get up and open the door. At the start I had been rubbing myself through my pants, but by the end it was all I could do to keep from cumming without even touching myself. I didn’t want the orgasm; I wanted to do the entire mix in the unabated fever of the moment.

Finally it was finished. I took a copy I had made of the mastering run to give to Sharon, locked the source tapes away in my vault, and headed out into the night.

It was just after eight o’clock, the sunset still lingering in the sky, a completely gorgeous evening. I tried not to hurry, to enjoy it as I walked, but that didn’t go very well. I reminded myself of Chevy Chase ‘enjoying’ the Grand Canyon in National Lampoon’s Vacation, all the while tapping his foot impatient to move along. Still, it was hard not to be seduced by it: the warm evening air, now more gardenias and magnolias than lilacs, a gentle breeze, the crickets droning away… it was idyllic. Tap tap tap.

Turning the corner into the courtyard area in front of Sharon’s house, I had a pang of disappointment. It looked dark. But wait… as I came closer, I could see dim light in the back of the house. I wondered for a moment if I should knock, but why? I walked around back.

The only light I could see seemed to be coming from the bedroom window, dimmer than usual. Making my way to the window, I avoided the beam of light coming from it, then chuckled at myself for it.

Wow, this was different. The room was remade. Sharon had obviously been busy. The parachute was still there, though she had figured out the controls enough to draw up the front side, from my window-centric position, and dropped the back three sides all sex izle the way to the floor. She had put lights behind the parachute, soft and amber. They lit the entire room in a honey-colored glow. The bed was gone, and the space under the parachute was hung with wide strips of cloth, something gauzy and semi-sheer, like a series of veils.

I peered in, trying to find Sharon. The music was playing, soft and sultry, and the streamed veils were shifting and rippling in the light breeze. I thought I saw her as they parted, but just for a moment. I laughed softly, knowing she could hear me. This was so completely sexy.

She danced in a swirl from behind one veil, and in behind another, a closer one, but I had little time to see anything except that she was naked. Now there were fewer veils between us, though, and I could see her vaguely behind the veil, a tease and a promise all in one. She leaned into it, and there was her entire body like a sculpture shaped in fabric, falling gently away from her breasts, nipples barely visible but jutting against the fabric with arousal. She slid down, no doubt enjoying the feel of it on her nipples, then turned slowly, the fabric curving over her hips, then form-fitting her delicious derriere.

She danced back, swaying seductively to the strains of that smoky sax, now lost to view, now a leg and gone, then spinning with her arm arced so she caught up the scarves and left herself clear to see for a few seconds. She looked over her shoulder at me with a toss of her hair, and a smile that would melt steel, before continuing her spin, the scarves falling back down to hide her from me again.

But wait… there… two arms entwined like serpents snaking out between two side-by-side scarves. They danced, like something from a belly dance, then led the body from behind the veils. There was now only one narrow scarf between her and me, and she had moved forward until she was against it, those perfect, perfect breasts on either side of the fabric falling between her legs and settling to accentuate the mound between her legs. Swaying to the music, she slid down, the fabric making a soft silky sound as it slid over her, her eyes dreamy and half-closed. She rose again and I could see her clit against the cloth, protruding as her nipples had earlier. She continued to sway in place, her hands drifting down over her body, across her tummy, one sliding around her hip to caress her bottom, the other slipping in a slow beeline to rub between her legs.

She stretched the fabric tight, outlining herself for me as if it were painted on, her clit, the folds between her lips, all clear to see. She stroked a finger gently up her pussy, pressing the fabric in between her labia. Her clit was even more clearly molded, and she teased it with a finger, feather-light. Her eyes were closed now, and her hips were rocking gently side to side in time with her finger.

She slid two fingers under the cloth, and I could see them dip in for lubrication, deeply stroking herself inside for a moment, then sliding out, one on either side of her clit. I could see on the cloth where it had been between her lips, damp and dark. She was really wet. Her fingers were moving with more purpose, but I had seen her when she was trying to make herself cum, and she wasn’t. She was working herself up, but not over. Never losing the rhythm, of either the music or her fingers, she danced her way toward me, her eyes now locked on mine, the fabric sliding up higher and higher the closer she came.

And then, there she was, the fabric no longer covering her, her fingers dancing over her clit a mere meter from my eyes. It was only when I noticed her eyes between my legs that I realized I had freed myself from my pants and given in to stroking. Fingering alt yazılı porno herself in time with my slow stroking, she closed the gap between us, her pussy now just through the window from me. She spread herself for me, stroking with her middle finger just inside herself, then leaning back so that she was thrust toward me, she spread her lips wide, inviting my tongue. I leaned and licked her hard, dipping in then sliding my tongue up over her clit, then leaned back watching the smile on her face. She opened her eyes, and looked at me, a kind of soft-focused look that barely made any attempt to hide its arousal.

Holding out her hand to help me in the window, she lifted the other and sucked on her fingers, smiling into my eyes. I noticed she had put a small stool outside to make it easier.

God, she was gorgeous… standing there naked in the amber light, still sucking gently on a finger. She helped me out of my clothes, which sounds ordinary put like that, but was not ordinary in any way. She never touched without caressing, her hand smoothing down over my ass as the pants fell away, freeing them from my feet, sliding her hand softly up the inside of my thigh — shiver —then cupping my balls in her hand before standing and taking me in her arms.

We were dancing, or kissing, or both, and she was leading. I let her, since I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing anything to take the initiative away from her. This was her party. We swayed, as close as we could be, through the veils. She was making a point of dancing us around so that they would caress us both, sometimes in passing, sometimes wrapping us both in one, but always moving toward the back of the room. Then I saw why. The bed was gone, but there was a large mat behind the veils, covered in satin.

Here I finally took the initiative, kissing my way down her body till I was kneeling between her thighs, a nuzzle and a soft lick —holy, was she ever wet—and then she was pushing me down till I was lying on my back on the mat. She settled to straddle me, her eyes never leaving mine, taking my cock in her hand and gently guiding it in just between her lips, then slowly, excruciatingly but so delectably slowly, impaling herself on me, here eyes closing part-way as she did. She moaned softly, rose just as slowly, then took me deep inside her again.

It was slow-motion at its best, feeling every millimeter of her vagina slipping around me. She was holding her breath as she took me in, then rocking slowly side to side to take me deeper, before exhaling with a slight shudder before she rose up my length again. Her fingers were on her clit now, their movement a faster counterpoint to the slow fuck, but it was ultimately the rhythm of her fingers that won out. The slow pace was wonderful, but her coming orgasm drew her faster, which drew me faster as well. It was plunge and slide, the slides slower than the plunges, but the pace always faster.

She was moaning on the exhales, catching fast breaths between them, her fingers faster and faster on her clit. She was so tight, so warm and wet, and I could feel my climax coming hard. I wanted to hold off, wished for a second she would slow down, but she was beyond stopping now. She was starting to buck a little, panting with short gasps and moans alternating. I could feel her muscles tensing around me as she closed her eyes tight, pushing herself toward her orgasm, and then it broke like a dam over her, and any thought I had of holding off became pointless, as if I could have anyway. She came so hard it made me gasp as it pulled me headlong into my own, exploding inside her in a seemingly endless eruption. I couldn’t believe how overwhelming my orgasm was. But then, I’d only been watching her drive me mad for eight hours today. altyazılı sex izle It was a miracle she didn’t set me off with her first touch.

I could feel her throbbing around me as her breathing finally slowed, and she settled down on top of me. We lay like that for a while before I rolled us onto our sides, kissing her softly as I did. Her smile would have melted me if the orgasm hadn’t already done such a good job of it. I don’t know how long we lay in each other’s arms, just feeling each other breathe before we drifted off to sleep. Perhaps even a couple of minutes.

When I awoke in the morning, she was again gone. The note this time simply said:

Thank you.

It was laying on top of a folded scarf… the narrow one she had been rubbing herself against, her scent lingering on it like perfume.

I left the videotape for her where the scarf had been.

The parachute apparatus had to be back for a new staging this evening, so I took down the veils, folding them and setting them on the mat, then began to bring down the parachute. It was only then that it dawned on me how there had been so much space in the room for her dance. Frankly, I hadn’t given it a second’s thought. But as the three walls of the parachute came down, I saw that all of the furniture had been removed. She had obviously gone all out for this. Amazing. I finished dismantling the apparatus, then opened the door to load it out.

The living room was empty except for the low table she’d originally left outside for me… when was it? I’d lost track by now. On it there was a large candle burning inside a hurricane lamp glass, and beside it were a rose, a peacock feather, an envelope and a box wrapped like a gift.

The envelope had the same kiss on it as before, but was sealed with wax. I opened it; it was a real letter, a solid page of her neat, flowing script. I read it in an increasing blur, as its import sunk in.

My Sweet Lover,

Words don’t come close to expressing how deeply you’ve touched me, first with your eyes, then with your heart, then with pretty much every other part of yourself. *smile*

I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been away a lot more lately. I’ve been interviewing for a job in New Orleans. It’s a huge career step for me. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure, but by the time I did, I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry I didn’t have more courage. I hate goodbyes, and I hate leaving even more, but it’s done now. I start day after tomorrow. Everything is moved except what’s left here. Keep it for me, OK?

I’ve thought a lot about all of this, and the more I’ve thought, the more I know that what we’ve had is the best it will ever be. I know that’s a cop out, but it’s also true, and if you open up and listen to your heart you’ll know it is. For all I know, you’ve had the same thoughts yourself. At this moment, we’re perfect, and with my leaving, we always will be. You mean more to me than anyone ever has, because you understand me in a way I never could have imagined. That lives inside my heart.

This isn’t goodbye. It’s just a change. Any time you can get free, there’s always a place for you in New Orleans. (Probably outside my window, if I know you. I have a small, secluded backyard garden. You’ll love it. *wink* ) It’s an eight hour drive, less if you drive the way I imagine you do, and cheap flights come up a lot. Come see me any time.

Oh, there’s a present for you inside the box. I think you’ll like it. (A lot.)

Lovingly,

Sharon

Taking a deep breath, and yes, blinking back a tear, I opened the box, and smiled. Inside were a webcam and a card with all of her contact info. Still smiling, I put the box down with the rose and the feather, blew out the candle and loaded everything into my PT.

When I was finally finished, I locked up and walked around that path I knew so well to the back of the cottage, then stood for a few minutes just absorbing everything. Everything except the lilacs. They had finished blooming for the season.

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When Eva woke up the next day, she immediately started thinking about Linda and Rebecca walking in on her and the guys. Recollecting the events, she experienced a number of different emotions. First off, she was actually relieved that they had seen her in that position. She had really wanted there to be a way she could tell them about her experiences with John, Daniel and Eric and now that decision had been made for her. Sure, they hadn’t seen her during her favorite part, which was to have the guys spray her face with cum, but they at least had seen her doing something that could only be described as very slutty. Now perhaps she could tell the girls about her facial fascination as well? She wasn’t sure why, but she had really desired to let them know about it.

But that of course required that she would talk to them about what they had seen, and she realized that she also felt a lot of shame about the girls seeing her in that position. Would they think less of her now? She felt very exposed and vulnerable. But these feelings somehow also excited her. She couldn’t deny that she had got a huge kick out of Linda and Rebecca watching her fucking. She remembered how she had kept riding the cock in her pussy in front of them and it had given her a huge exhibitionistic thrill. She had exposed her slutty side to them.

And then there was something else brewing in her mind. She now remembered that she had fantasized about their pussies the night before, wondering what they might taste like. She shook her head in disbelief at her own thoughts, thinking that she needed to get some control on her fantasies.

To distract herself from getting more naughty ideas, she stumbled out of bed. Checking her phone, she discovered she had gotten an SMS from Linda.

“Hi Eva, me and Rebecca just want to check that you’re OK. Let me know if you want to talk about anything.”

She thought to herself that this was typically for Linda and she knew she was lucky to have such a good friend. She would always look out for her.

Eva started recalling an incident that happened soon after Linda had told her she was openly bisexual. After a night out, Linda had started coming on to her, asking her to come back to her place and stay the night. She had been pretty blunt about her intentions and Eva had laughed it off, saying that Linda needed to work on her pickup techniques. Luckily, Linda hadn’t taken the rejection too bad at the time and she had claimed afterward that she hadn’t really been serious. Eva knew this wasn’t completely true and she had occasionally teased Linda over the years about about her awkward come-on.

At the time, Eva hadn’t been interested. She had even back then had occasional fantasies about other woman, but she hadn’t been ready to take that step. Also, she had been convinced that it would have been a particularly bad idea to hook up with a friend. Now, she was admittedly more curios about what would have happened if she had gone home with her friend that night. Would Linda have got her to lick her pussy?

Again, fantasies about both her female friends started running through Eva’ s mind, particularly imagining what their sweet pussies might look like. Naturally, the thought excited her and her hand drifted towards her own pussy. She however stopped herself from masturbating. For some reason she felt guilty about fantasizing about Linda and Rebecca, thinking that she had made things enough weird between them by letting them walk in on her during her birthday gangbang.

Trying to shake off the erotic thoughts, Eva grabbed her phone to write a reply.

“Hi Linda, yeah I’m fine. Talk to you later.”

She wasn’t ready to talk to them yet. She needed to clear her head first. First off, as much as she had been excited about them seeing her acting out her slutty side, she was also ashamed over what had happened. Would the girls judge her now? Was there some way she could tone down the incidence and make them think it wasn’t a big deal? There wasn’t much she could say though. They had seen her with a cock in her pussy and two more for her mouth. They had witnessed her orgasming in front of them. She vaguely even recalled calling herself a slut, so there was no way to deny this side of her now. And why should she? She was proud that she had the guts to live out her desires. If anything, she probably wanted to show them even more.

Thoughts like this kept spinning in Eva’s head all through the day and every time she thought about her female friends seeing her doing something slutty, she felt a rush of excitement run through her body. For reasons she couldn’t quite understand herself, she didn’t allow herself to masturbate to these ideas. During the session with the guys, it had felt natural to fantasize about exposing her slutty side even further, but now she somehow felt ashamed about these desires. And why had she suddenly started thinking about Linda and Rebecca naked?

She then recalled how Rebecca had said to Linda that they gay porno should go have a party of their own before leaving the night before. What did that mean? Were they sleeping together? She actually felt a rush of jealousy at the idea, but that soon was replaced by even more naughty thoughts as she couldn’t prevent herself from imagening her two friends naked together. She decided to go for a run, hoping that the excersie would take the edge off these ideas and clear her head.

It didn’t really help and before she knew it, the day had passed and she still hadn’t come to any real conclusions about what to say to Linda. Constantly, images of her female friends appeared in her head, causing her to imagine various naughty things. Over and over again, she felt a desire to masturbate to fantasies about Linda and Rebecca, but she didn’t allow herself, thinking that it would just manifest these ideas. She thought about calling Linda, hoping that just talking to her would make her slip into reality and hopefully make these new fantasies go away. Yet, she didn’t know what she would say, especially since the reality now was that they had seen her living out her desire to be with multiple men. She went to bed, hoping that a good night sleep would help her sort things out.

However, she woke up even more aroused the next morning. During the night she had had several erotic dreams about Linda and Rebecca, and images of herself licking their pussies ran through her head. God she was horny! Yet, she still didn’t allow her to masturbate to these ideas. She felt that if she did that, she would have to officially admit to herself that she wanted to be sexually involved with them, and she wasn’t comfortable with that.

She couldn’t really rationalize why that was though. She sure had no problem with the idea of lesbian sex in general and she sure had enjoyed such scenes in porn. Plus, her best friend was openly into girls, and Eva had never had any problems with that at all. Yet, the idea of being attracted to her female friends didn’t feel right, especially since she didn’t really understand where these feelings were coming from. She had desired to be open about her slutty desires with them, and now that it had been revealed, had it perhaps opened up some new door in her mind?

Eventually she stumbled out of bed, took a cold shower and proceeded to get dressed. Her mind was clearly elsewhere and it took a disproportionally long time to pick out an outfit. She eventually choose a black, rather short skirt and a white blouse. The skirt was perhaps a bit too sexy for a Monday at the office, but lately she had desired more and more to show off her sexy attires. As she was putting the clothes on, she realized she was getting late for work and rushed off to catch her train. It was only well on board that she realized that in her absentminded state, she had forgotten to put on a bra.

“Shit,” she thought to herself as she looked down on her chest. With their small size, she didn’t really need a bra and at least the fabric of the blouse wasn’t sheer enough to be see-through. As long as her nipples didn’t get hard, perhaps no one would notice.

That however required that she didn’t think about anything that might turn her on, which seemed highly implausible lately. Soon, her mind again started drifting to her new-found desire for her friends’s pussies. She started imagining what they would look like again and soon pictured herself with her tongue buried inside them. Her erotic daydreaming occupied her mind so much that she missed her stop, making her even more late.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said out load, making several of the other passenger turn their head to look at her.

As they did, she noticed that many of them, both male and female, let their eyes drop to her chest and looking down she could see that the outline of her erect nipples were visible through the fabric. Clearly, the erotic fantasies she couldn’t get out of her head had turned her on. She blushed but made no effort to cover up before getting off at the next stop.

By the time she caught a train back and made it to her work, she was 45 minutes late. As a stroke of bad luck, she ran into her boss Maria straight away.

“Oh, hi Maria,” Eva said with a stressed look on her face. “I’m so sorry I’m a late.”

“Are you OK?” Maria asked, obviously picking up the stressed vibe from Eva.

“Yeah, I’m fine I just missed my stop and…”

Maria cut her off with a laugh.

“That doesn’t sound like you Eva. Your always on top of things,” she said and walked off.

Eva though to herself that Maria was right. She was usually on top of things and she couldn’t recall ever being late for this job. She was working at an NGO focused on raising education levels for underprivileged children. She had actually studied to become a teacher but after her studies she had stumbled upon an add for this job and thought it might be worth while trying. During the interview, fetiş porno she had really clicked with Maria, who had hired Eva as her assistant. Eva couldn’t be happier about this job and if there was one person she didn’t want to give a bad impression, it was Maria. She had really taken Eva under her wing and always seemed to look out for her best interests.

Eva rushed to her desk to get started on her daily load of work. She tried her best to concentrate as she worked her way through a pile of documents, but soon images of her female friends appeared in her head. She again started to imagine them naked, especially wondering about what their pussies might look like. And what might they taste like..? Subconsciously, she started to caress her thighs and soon her hand had wandered up to her pussy under her skirt. Just as her fingers were about to wedge their way inside her panties, Maria appeared in the doorway with a pile of papers.

“Hi Eva, could you help me out with these?” she said.

Eva quickly yanked her hand away from her pussy and jumped up, pretending nothing was going on.

“Of course Maria!” she said, obviously sounding too enthusiastic as Maria handed her the documents.

She figured that her desk probably had covered the fact that she had just been about to touch herself but as she now stood up quickly, the skirt didn’t fall down properly and now only just covered her panties. Flustered, she could see that Maria’s eyes dropped to look at her now completely exposed legs and then also lingered at her chest, obviously now noticing that she was bra-less.

“Oops,” she said and pulled down the hem of the skirt.

As Maria left, she struggled to push any though of anything sexy out of her mind, but they constantly re-appeared. Then, to make her even more distracted, she got another text from Linda, asking if she was OK. Eva still wasn’t sure what to reply and her head was spinning with confused and erotic thoughts.

At noon, her boss asked her to come see her in her office. Eva imagined correctly it was in regards to her substandard performance during the day.

“Hey Eva, have a seat,” Maria said and pointed to the chair opposite her desk.

“I was just looking over these papers you sent me, and I noticed there are quite a few mistakes,” she continued as Eva sat down.

“Oh, I…” Eva started, but couldn’t really think of anything substantial to say.

Maria put down the documents on her desk and looked at Eva with a concerned expression.

“It’s really not like you Eva. Is something the matter?”

Eva didn’t respond. What could she say? That her female friends walked in on her during a gangbang with three guys, and now she couldn’t stop thinking about licking their pussies? Eva looked at Maria, struggling to find something to say, but as she was recollecting the reasons behind her distraction, her dirty mind took over. Rather than coming up with some believable excuse, she found herself starting to imagine her boss naked, wondering what those massive tits would look like. She even imagined herself crawling down under the desk right there and then and lick her boss’s pussy. She could feel herself getting wet on the spot.

Maria looked at Eva with a puzzled face, obviously realizing that her assistant wasn’t going to tell her what was going on.

“Look Eva,” she said. “It’s not my business, but it’s clear there is something on your mind. You’ve put in a lot of overtime over the years, so maybe it’s just best if you take the afternoon off. It seems you need to figure things out, and I quite frankly can’t afford mistakes like this now.”

While there was definitely a hint of disappointment in Maria’s tone, Eva was pleased that she didn’t seem to be too mad with her. She was still struggling to keep her mind clear of the idea of just dropping to her knees in front of her boss, so it was obvious to her that Maria was right.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry Maria. I promise I will make it up to you.”

Maria gave her a warm smile.

“I know you will. Just sort things out and be back tomorrow, OK?” she said. “And come back more focused please.”

Eva apologized again and then excused herself and went to gather her stuff.

She headed to a nearby cafe, hoping that some coffee might help her clear her thoughts. It was obvious that she couldn’t hide from Linda and Rebecca anymore. It was now starting to affect her work performance, and that was not acceptable. She loved this job, and she felt that she actually made a difference working there. So, she had to face her shame and meet up with her girlfriends.

But what would she say? That she wanted to lick them both? That she couldn’t stop wondering about what they would taste like? A part of her really desired to do just that, hoping that they would let her live out this fantasy. She could feel her juices flowing every time the idea entered her head. But she was afraid they might lose even more hamile porno respect for her if she admitted to these desires. She feared they were already thinking less of her after catching her all ecstatic, surrounded by cocks. Even though this was actually an empowering situation for Eva, she was convinced Linda and Rebecca would have seen it as something very different. She hadn’t even stopped the fucking after they had been caught. Instead, she had ridden herself to an amazing orgasm in front of them.

She decided that she at least had to see them and she headed home to write them an email. As she caught the train back, she started thinking that hopefully they could just laugh it off in the end. Maybe just talking about what they had seen would take the pressure off her mind and then maybe this fantasy to lick her friends would fade too. She sure desired that now, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to cross that bridge. Certainly, neither of them would have any problem with the idea of girl on girl sex. Linda was openly bi and with Rebecca’s remark about them having “a party of their own”, had left Eva suspecting there was something going on there. Then again, perhaps it was just her dirty mind reading it in though. It was definitely playing tricks on her lately.

But she realized it was something more than just the idea of having sex with another woman that excited Eva. First off, there was the fact that she particularly wanted to be with both of them at the same time. Also, she wanted to lick one of them while the other looked on, so there was the exhibitionistic element. There was also a kind of submissive side to her desire and she wanted to be on her knees, worshiping their pussies.

In fact, she really wanted to be their slut.

This was almost an epiphany for her. Of course that was what she wanted. She loved how she could be all slutty with the guys and now she wanted that from Linda and Rebecca too. It was as simple as that. She had obviously had a desire to let them know about her slutty side before, but that wasn’t enough anymore. She now craved to be a slut for them too. She wanted to be their little slut friend.

As she realized this, lust overtook her body and she couldn’t prevent her hand from wondered to her pussy. She had deprived herself from this too long and now she needed relief and she couldn’t wait until she got home. She looked around, realizing that the train was almost empty at this time of the day. Could she actually do it right there and then? The only other passengers were a couple in their late thirties seated at the front of the train. That section had seats facing sideways and while the couple were currently looking out the window on their opposite side, they would see her if they just turned their heads slightly. She thought briefly about moving to another carriage, but because she was sitting in a section with forward facing seats, she figured the two rows in front of her would cover most of her body. She decided it would be enough to ensure that they wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing. Also, that exhibitionist part of her started urging her to do it where there was a risk she would actually be seen.

For a brief moment she tried to stop herself, thinking that it would be insane to touch herself on a public train, but her naughty self was taking over. As soon as the she started thinking about going down on her friends again, her hand went back to her pussy. She was wearing a skirt, so she had easy access to herself. She rose her hips from the seat and pulled down her panties to her knees. She looked at the couple and concluded that they hadn’t noticed anything. The sensation of cool air against her wet pussy sent waves of excitement through her body. She could hardly believe she was sitting there with her panties pulled down on a public train.

As she tugged the front of her skirt up so she could look at her own exposed pussy, she could sense the erotic scent of her excitement. Again, she started thinking about Linda’s and Rebecca’s pussies, imagining how delicious they must be. She realized that it was impossible to stop herself now and she moved her hand along the inside of her thigh. As she reached her wetness, she couldn’t prevent herself from letting an audible gasp escape her mouth. She was lost in her fantasies now and she closed her eyes as she started to imagine what it would be like to kneel in front of her friends and let her tongue taste their lovely pussies.

Her mind had had been preoccupied with sex the last days, and now when she finally would allow her fingers to work their magic on her pussy, it didn’t take long before she could feel the orgasm build up. Just as she was about to come, she realized she had to be quiet to avoid attracting the attention of the couple in the front.

But when she briefly opened her eyes, she noticed that they were now looking straight at her. They were whispering to each other and chuckled slightly. It was obvious they knew what she was doing and Eva realized she probably had not been as discrete as she thought. They probably couldn’t see much more than her head and shoulders, but the lustful expression on her face would have been enough to give away what she was doing. Perhaps she had even moaned out loud?

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I went into my local milk bar last week for some milk and bread. It was the morning after a big night out and because I was feeling a bit horny, I decided to pick up an x-rated magazine for some light reading. It was one I hadn’t seen before, ‘Easy Europeans’ or something similar. When I got to the counter the owner’s wife Jenny was serving, which left me a little red-faced when she scanned the price on the mag.

She is probably only my age, mid-30’s, Vietnamese, but unlike most South-East Asian women, she has a set of tits on her to make any guy look twice, and always wears a loose top to give them room to roam. She looked at me with a fleeting smile then held the magazine up to her face.

‘What you like about European woman?’

I stuttered out a response about dark haired women when she replied,

‘I’ve got dark hair, you want to fuck me?’

I didn’t even get the chance to answer as she walked out from behind the counter, locked the front door and then walked back towards me. She spotted the already hard cock in my shorts and started rubbing it up straight away.

‘Looks like you like Asian woman as well.’

I started to slide her top off her shoulders to get a good view of those smooth tits. Her nipples, a nice dark brown colour, were standing out about 2cm and ready to be teased. I grabbed hold of both breasts and started to tweak her nipples between my fingers.

‘Ooh, your rough hands feel so much better than my husbands,’ she sighed. She brought her lips to mine, searching out aldatma porno my tongue with hers, trying to keep the same rhythm of her hand rubbing my rock hard cock. She pulled away from me and slowly dropped to her knees, pulling my shorts down as she went down.

I leant back on the shop counter as she took my penis into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the head and then up and down the side of it. Finally, with a kiss, she enveloped the whole thing in her mouth, taking it deep inside her throat. She came back up, gasping for air, saliva dripping from my cock to her lips. I couldn’t believe I was getting a blowjob right here against the counter of my local shop. And not just any blowjob, this was an A-grade performance.

After a couple of minutes, Jenny started wanking me while she sucked on my balls, licking from the base of the scrotum back up to the tip of my cock. I was not far off shooting my wad when she stood up again and pulled her top off and undid her skirt to give me a full view of her tight little body. Her vagina was completely shaved, all bar a little patch on top. ‘Come on, now I want you to fuck me,’ Jenny said as she slowly raised herself onto the ice-cream fridge.

I couldn’t wait to plunge my full 8 inches into her pussy but first I wanted to get a nice taste of her juices. I knelt down in front of her and started to slowly caress her clit as I lapped at her moist pussy. She had one of the pinkest cunts I had ever seen, with lips that looked like she ensest porno could fly away if they started flapping. Her clit was as erect as her nipples and seemed three times as big. Straight away she let out small moans from my touch, one of her hands holding my head in place while the other one played with her tits. At one point she even pushed one of her tits up to her mouth to suck on the nipple while I tongued at her dripping wet pussy. ‘Faster, lick it faster.’ She ordered as my tongue worked feverishly on her cunt.

As I started to concentrate on her clit with my tongue, I probed her cunt with first one, then two fingers, driving them into her deeper with every push. ‘Oh god, I can’t wait for your cock inside me.’ Jenny said. Her body was writhing on top of the fridge, her moans getting deeper and more intense. She was pleading with me now to fuck her, but there was one more thing I wanted before I would give her what she wanted. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and went in search of her little bud of an asshole. With her pussy juices on my fingers, I lubricated the outside before using my tongue to probe open her ass slightly. From my first tongue stroke, Jenny went crazy, bucking her hips, squeezing her thighs around my head, releasing a huge orgasm.

‘Oh fuck, that’s it. I’m coming!’ she screamed, ‘Lick my ass, oh fuck that feels good.’

Slowly now, her asshole responded, easing itself open little by little. I took my fingers from her juicy pussy and worked my index escort porno finger a bit at a time into her anus. Jenny let out a huge scream, asking me to fuck her before she came again. I decide that the time was right, I stood up and got her to suck on my cock again before laying her back down then easing my aching cock between her thighs and into her wet vagina. I began to fuck her with deep penetrating thrusts and felt the walls of her cunt contract around my cock.

As I continued to hump her I could feel she was close to another orgasm, only this time I was going to make sure I joined her. ‘Oh come on, fuck…fuck me,’ she shrieked, her body shuddering violently as her orgasm ran through her body. This time though I felt my own orgasm coming on, I pulled out of her cunt just in time for my spunk to fly all over her stomach and tits. I could not remember the last time I had shot so much spunk, creamy and white like I was a teenage boy again. I looked down at her body as she was wiping it into her tits and then drew her fingers to her mouth to taste my own juices.

She sat up and leaned forward to lick the last remaining drips off the head of my cock, lapping up any leftovers you might say. She quickly got up, put her skirt back on and pulled her top back over her head. As she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek she said, ‘Are you sure you still want to wank over European women?’

I pulled my pants back on and grabbed my shopping. ‘No, but I’ll still take the mag, just to remember you…but I’m sure I’ll be back for some more milk very soon,’ I said as I made my way towards the door. As I opened the door Jenny’s 20-year-old stepdaughter got out of her car out the front. Maybe I’ll come back quicker than I need to, I thought to myself as I held the door open for her to go in to the shop.

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