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My Mom – My Lover Ch. 23

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“What’s the matter baby?” Dena asked as she sat down next to Brady on the couch. She could tell her son was wrestling with something on his mind, even as he was watching a baseball game. He had that look on his face. And a mom always knows.

Brady was once again trying to figure out his dad. He couldn’t understand his dad’s mindset in anyway. He’d heard of guys who craved being cuckolds. He’d even heard of guys who loved being humiliated and degraded. But now that he knew one, his own dad, almost a day didn’t go by that he didn’t try to figure his dad out. His daily struggle vacillated between pity and revulsion for his dad. He thought watching a baseball game would give him a much-needed distraction. He just smiled at his mom knowing what she was trying to do. She wanted to “fix” everything for him, the way she had tried to do his entire childhood. He also knew this was one of the ways she tried to take back control and impose her will on things. His eyes roamed up and down her body, admiring her beauty and sensuality. Her nipples glistened with the milk that filled her tits. “How much weight have you lost?” He asked wanting to change the subject. He reached up and caressed her tit, enjoying their softness. He would never get enough of them.

Dena knew what he was trying to deflect her question. She decided it wasn’t worth trying to force him to tell her what was bothering him. She’d never been able to make him open up to her when he didn’t want to. But that was part of the strength within her son that she found so attractive. He was his own man. Nothing like his father. A man she’d lost respect for years ago. She grabbed his hand and held it on her breast. She craved his touch as much as he enjoyed touching her, probably more. “I’ve lost almost fifteen pounds. Jeans lost twelve. Who knew a liquid diet could be so effective?” She asked giggling.

Since Dena and Jean had begun inducing lactation several months back, all three had lost weight. Brady had lost ten pounds, not having as much excess weight to lose as his mom and aunt. At first, Brady had done all the nursing, keeping their tits drained and his belly full. But it became quickly apparent he wasn’t going to be able to keep up with their milk production. So, the sisters joined in, nursing on each other almost daily. Both sisters admitted it was annoying at times, having to be milked daily. But the level of intimacy it had added to their love triangle made it all worthwhile. “Well, you’re both looking good. Not that you looked bad before.” He said smiling as he squeezed her tit. “I was just trying to figure dad out. I think his mindset is so foreign to me, I’ll never understand him. There’s a weakness in him I can’t understand. But I also find disgusting.” Brady eyed his mom’s body up and down. “How he ever let you get away from him, I’ll never understand. He may be my dad biologically. But he’s just another weak prick to me.”

“How many times are you going to have this discussion with yourself?” Dena asked smiling. She knew better than to chastise him. “You’ve seen your father’s weaknesses since you were a teenager. Can you just accept him without understanding him?” She dropped her hand in his lap and stroked the inside of his thigh.

“No! I can’t! At least not yet!” He paused, enjoying her touch. “Not till I understand him.”

Dena hesitated making her next statement, knowing how her son would react. “You’ve heard the saying, ‘Don’t judge another person till you’ve walked in their shoes.'”

Brady burst out laughing. “Yeah I’ve heard it. I don’t plan on even trying on those shoes, let alone walking in them. And I still think he’s a prick for letting you go.” He caressed her tit. “But I guess in my own sick way, I’m glad he did.” He kissed her. “Now you belong to me. And I have no intention of letting you go. Where is your sister anyway? I like having both my sluts around.”

“Sis went to get a few groceries.” Dena answered as she gently kneaded the lump in his jeans. “She should be back shortly.”

Brady pushed her back on the couch and lifted her legs over his lap. “Well I need a protein fix.” He twisted his body and laid down on her chest. He sucked one of her tits into his mouth and began to nurse on it as he slipped his hand between her legs to play with her pussy.

Dena moaned and squirmed under him as he drained her tits and rubbed her clit till it was swollen and throbbing. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her chest just as Brady sucked her nipple between his teeth and bit down on it gently. Dena moaned, almost screaming, the sensations radiating from her nipple and shooting down her body to her clit felt like an electrical shock. “Oh baby!” She moaned. “This never gets old.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Suck on your whore’s tit. That’s right where you belong baby.”

Brady kept her body pinned to the couch, alternating between her two tits as he rubbed her throbbing clit till her pussy was gushing all over his hand. Dena’s moans and squirming illegal bahis increased in intensity as her son drove her body closer to orgasm. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy when he sensed her body tensing. Dena cried out as her body began to convulse and spasm. Brady worked her body as it writhed beneath him, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As much as he loved his mom, and enjoyed giving her the pleasure and intimacy she had missed out on most of her adult life to this point, he had to admit to himself a selfish motivation for why he enjoyed taking his mom and aunt this way. He knew the more he met their needs as sexual creatures, the more attentive they’d be to his needs. Then he realized he was once again overthinking things. ‘Oh fuck it!’ he thought to himself, and bit down on her tit harder, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Dena cried out as a new wave of sensations swept over her. Her body arched up, as much as her son would allow. She opened her eyes when Brady pulled his mouth off her tit and lifted her legs off his lap. She saw her sister Jean standing across the room watching with an armful of groceries. “Don’t stop baby! Please! You can’t leave me like this!”

Brady laughed as he got up off the couch. “Mom! You are a funny bitch! How many times do we have to have this conversation. I can leave you however I want, whenever I want.” He bent down and caressed her face. “You’re my slut, and I’ll do whatever I damn well please with you. Now I’m going to help bring the groceries in. We’ll finish this later.” He turned and walked towards his aunt Jean chuckling. He saw the look of envy on her face as he got closer. “Relax! You’ll get yours soon enough!” He kissed her lightly on the lips as he gave her ass a swat. “Start putting things away. I’ll bring the rest of the bags in.”

The two sisters looked at each other after he walked out the back door. “I do love that man.” Jean said first.

“So do I.” Dena replied as she sat up on the couch, trying to collect herself. “He told me he’ll never understand his father.”

Jean giggled. “That makes two of us. But it sure is fun tormenting him.”

Dena smiled back at her sister. “It is. Isn’t it?” She helped start unpacking the bags Jean had brought in. “Let’s suggest we have another play date with the cuck. I’ll bet Master would enjoy that.” It had taken both Dena and Jean a little time getting used to calling him Master. But their relationship had deepened so much over the months he was no longer seen as their son and nephew. And he no longer saw them as mom and aunt. He was the man who owned them in every way. They had given themselves to him freely and completely. Neither could imagine life without him now. They were his sluts, whores, lovers, slaves, and any other role he expected from them. They knew the outside world saw their relationship as perverse and sick. But neither woman had ever felt the depth of freedom, completion and love as they did belonging to Brady.

Brady walked in the kitchen, his arms full of grocery bags. He set them on the counter and turned to get another load. “What did you do? Buy out the store?”

Jean laughed. “Just the toilet paper. You can never have too much toilet paper.”

Brady brought the last of the groceries in and set them down. Dena grabbed his arm. “Jean and I were thinking it might be fun to have another play date with your father as spectator.” She spoke as she rubbed her tit against his arm.

“You’re still horny, aren’t you?” He asked teasing, knowing she was.

“You know I am Master.” She admitted, a little embarrassed for admitting her need.

He just chuckled. One of his favorite things with his two sluts was controlling their orgasms and denying them till they were begging for it. Only to be rewarded with some of the most intense climaxes any woman could experience. “You can wait. You two get the groceries unpacked, then come into the living room.”

He was watching the baseball game again when they walked in the living room. He usually sat in his chair. But whenever he sat on the couch, and in the middle of it, that was his way of telling his mom and aunt he wanted them sitting on either side of him. Each sat down beside him, Jean having removed all her clothes as she knew he’d expect. He laid his hands on each of their inner thighs as they snuggled up next to him. “I like your idea of another session with dad as spectator. It’s been awhile since we degraded the prick. He does get off on being degraded and used.” He looked at Dena and then Jean. “So let’s give the cuck what he wants and needs. He’ll be home this weekend.” He smiled as he thought about the possibilities.

Jean slid her hand up his thigh and covered the bulge in his pants, squeezing it, as she spoke. “What are you thinking baby?”

“Right now, I’m thinking I don’t want to wait till the weekend. You two get on the floor.” The sisters got off the couch and knelt on the floor in front casino siteleri of Brady. He looked at his mom. “On your back.” Then he looked at his aunt. “You on top of her. It’s been a while since you two gave me a show.”

The sisters looked at each other smiling, knowing what was expected. They enjoyed these times together as much as they enjoyed their times with Brady. They turned and faced each other, kissing as their hands roamed all over the other’s body. Their tongues explored the other’s mouth. Their hands began to squeeze and knead the other’s breasts. Their moans filled the room.

Dena dropped her head as she lifted her sister’s breast. She filled her mouth with Jean’s breast, suckling on it, drinking in her sweet milk. She dropped her other hand between Jean’s legs and stroked her clit softly. Jean moaned her approval, cradling her sister’s head in her hand as her other hand stroked Dena’s back. She looked over her shoulder and gave Brady a seductive smile as her arousal built.

Brady sat there mesmerized as his slut’s entertained him. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing more sensuous than watching his ladies pleasure each other.

Dena pulled off her sister’s breast and laid on the floor, as she was told. Jean straddled her face and spread her legs till her pussy was hovering over her face. Dena wrapped her arms around Jean’s thighs and pulled her pussy down into her mouth. She sucked Jean’s swelling clit into her mouth and began to tongue it. “Oh fuck!” Jean moaned, as she dropped down to lean on Dena’s body to steady herself. Within seconds her body was shaking as she grunted and moaned through her first orgasm.

Brady chuckled. “Looks like somebody was ready.”

As her orgasm waned, Jean dropped down till she was laying on Dena’s body. She shoved her head between Dena’s legs and attacked her pussy with the same enthusiasm her sister was pleasuring her. The room became filled with the sounds of their moans and sucking on each other’s pussy.

Dena’s body began to shake and convulse under her sister’s body. She had been worked up since her son had primed her almost an hour earlier. She screamed into Jean’s pussy, not able to free herself of it as Jean spread her legs further, grinding her pussy into her mouth.

Both sisters became so aroused they lost all thought of the other’s pleasure. Dena clamped her legs around Jean’s head, not allowing her to pull off her pussy as she sucked on it. Their bodies writhed together on the floor as each drove the other through one orgasm after another.

Brady enjoyed the show for over an hour before he told them to stop. Jean rolled off her sister’s body. Both laid on the floor, panting as they recovered from being pleasured through multiple orgasms. Brady stood up and stripped down, then sat back down on the couch. “Get up here!” He said to both of them. Both sisters got on their knees and crawled over to the couch. “You stay on your knees. My balls need some attention.” He said to Dena. He looked at Jean. “Get up here.” He said as he patted the couch next to him.

Jean climbed on the couch and knelt facing him. Brady wrapped his arms around her, then pulled her in for a kiss. Nephew and aunt kissed as his hands explored her engorged tits. “Feels like you need to be milked.”

Jean smiled at him seductively as she sat up, cupped her breast, then held it in front of his mouth as an offering. “Mmmm. I do baby.”

He locked his mouth on her nipple and sucked on it as he teased it with the tip of his tongue. He felt her body shudder.

Jean moaned. “Oh fuck baby! You have no idea what you do to me!” She gasped. Her sister had just brought her off so many times her clit was throbbing in pain it was so swollen. Now her nephew was sending a wave of new sensations through her body as his tongue and lips teased her highly sensitive breasts.

Dena took his nut sack into her mouth and gently sucked on each ball as she softly stroked the length of his shaft. She was rewarded with his moans of approval as his mouth stayed locked on Jean’s tit. She loved giving her son all the pleasure he could handle. He was the man in her life now. She couldn’t imagine life without him or her sister. She knew their three-way relationship was wrong on every societal level. But she didn’t care anymore. Brady had met every need in her. The depth of intimacy the three of them shared was beyond anything neither she nor Jean could have ever imagined finding with a man. The fact that this man was her son no longer mattered. All that mattered to her was that she belonged to him, and she hoped he’d never grow tired of her.

Brady slipped his hand between Jean’s legs and gently rubbed her swollen and sore clit. Jean groaned. “Oh please baby. It hurts so bad. It aches.” She felt little spasms throughout her body as Brady ignored her pleas and continued his assault on her tits and throbbing clit. Jean felt that collision of pain and pleasure. He was driving poker siteleri her insane. “Please baby! No more! No more!” She kept chanting over and over, knowing all along he was just going to ignore her. She pulled his head into her chest, moaning and shaking uncontrollably.

The more she begged, the harder he rubbed her swollen clit. It felt like a golf ball between her legs. Her whimpering sobs were soon coupled with her shaking and convulsing uncontrollably. “Please stop! Please stop!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Brady slipped two fingers into her gushing pussy, as he released his grip on her back and reached for his mom’s head. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it to the head of his cock. Jean screamed out as another orgasm took control of her when his fingers filled her pussy.

Brady grabbed his aunt again and held tight as her body began to convulse. He switched to her other tit, matching her frenzy as he sucked on it.

Dena dropped her mouth on her son’s cock, sucking on it with the same intensity she heard coming from her sister. Hearing her sister’s and son’s moans got her so worked up she slipped her hand between her legs as she sucked on his cock. She imagined her son’s cock fucking her as he called her dirty names.

All three climaxed in unison. Squeals, grunts and moans filled the living room. Jean sobbed while her body shook, her arms wrapped around her nephew’s head, smothering him with her tits. Dena grunted and snorted as she kept her mouth full of her son’s cock. Brady grunted as his mom’s mouth worked the length of his cock, and his aunt kept her tit stuffed in his mouth.

“Please! No more!” Jean sobbed softly, her body spasming as she descended from her orgasm. Her clit throbbing in pain. But in spite of the pain, she leaned into his face with her tits. She still craved his touch and the feel of his lips suckling on her.

Brady released his hold on her as he relaxed, his orgasm waning. Dena continued to suck his cock as it slowly deflated. “That should keep me till we have fun with the cuck.” He sucked softly on Jean’s nipple, listening to her still moaning in need. He chuckled. “But then maybe not.”

Brady met his dad as he walked through the front door, Sue right behind him. “How was your business trip?” He looked over his dad’s shoulder smiling at Sue.

John knew his question was insincere. His son could care less how his trip had been. “It was fine.”

Brady turned his attention to Sue, ignoring his dad’s response. “You’re looking good Sue. Have you lost weight?”

Sue blushed at his compliment. “I have. Something Kevin told me to work on.”

“Good for him. How is my baby brother? I haven’t seen him in several weeks. You still taking good care of him?”

“He’s good.” She said smiling as she thought about him. “I think I’m taking good care of him. At least I haven’t had any complaints.”

Brady chuckled. “He’s lucky to have you.” He returned his attention to his dad. “We’re having a little party this evening. I thought it would be fun to have you there.”

John felt the humiliation, rage and arousal all growing inside him simultaneously. He knew they would be humiliating and degrading him. As his anger grew, so did his arousal. The very thing that repulsed him, was the very thing he couldn’t walk away from. He was an addict, and his son was using that against him. “Why do you do this to me?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

Brady looked at him with disgust. He’d never forget that incident where his dad wouldn’t stand-up to defend his mom. “You know why. Don’t ask stupid questions. You love it.” He snorted. “And you deserve it.” He looked at Sue and smiled. “We’ll have some fun this evening. Call Kevin and make sure he’s ok with it. You belong to him now. I don’t want to presume on him.”

Sue returned his smile feeling that rush she always felt when she was around Brady. His strength of personality, his commanding presence, his control of the room whenever he was in it. She had always found those things intoxicating in a man. She knew she belonged to Kevin. And she was growing to love him as her Master and lover. But there would always be a yearning in her to submit to Brady’s domination and control since that first time she’d met him and watched him take his mom and aunt. Feeling his hand on her back as he took her from behind. Or his fingers tangled in her hair as she knelt before him devouring his manhood.

Brady knew exactly what she was thinking as the two of them stared at each other. He reached out and caressed the underside of her breast, admiring her sensuality. He had always thought she was an attractive woman. Not quite as attractive as his two ladies. But there was a beauty and sensuality about her that had always made him wonder what it would be like to own her. His mom and aunt kept him more than satisfied and content, and he had no intention of messing that up. But he’d never met a nice pair of tits he didn’t want to touch. “On second thought, I’ll call him. I haven’t spoken with Kev in a couple months. See what he’s up to and what his plans are.”

Sue gasped softly as his fingertips grazed over breast. Her pussy throbbing in response. She wanted to rip off her blouse and beg him to take her. “OK.” Was all she could say.

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Author’s Note

Space pirates. Lesbian space pirates. That’s really all you need to know. Well, that and not a lot of overt sex. Sexiness yes, but story first and no lurid details.

This is a series. Starting with chapter one will help avoid confusion.

When we last left our beloved space pirates, they had just scored a two for one deal on a pair of Megacomf couches. But, upon returning to their ship, they found only a parking ticket and no Megacomf.

*

Chapter 6: Impounded and Confounded

Rue de Journée Metro Stop, Nouveau Paris

“You’re sure this is the place?” asked Jade, as the group of four women climbed the stairs from the underground station into the sunlight.

“Yep.” Emily held the screen of the Michelin Guide up at eye level and gestured to her right. “Two blocks, that-a-way.”

“On the dark side of the street,” lamented Jade. “Figures.”

“Sounds like a song,” said Emily.

Clouds began to close in as the group walked on in silence. Lúcia peered up at the sky, looking this way and that.

“Franz Kafka Municipal Building,” Amaliya mumbled, looking at the weathered bronze plaque set into the squarish, gray concrete structure. “I’m not getting the best vibes here.”

“Doesn’t exactly fit in with the local architectural motif, does it?” offered Jade.

“No,” said Amaliya. “And that name. Kafka. I swear I’ve heard it before.”

“Probably just named after some famous French dude,” said Emily, swiping through the pages of her Michelin Guide, “like that Charles de Gaulle guy they named the space elevator after.”

“If Kafka’s a French name, I’ll eat my hat,” said Amaliya. “Sounds more German to me.”

“Well that explains the shit-a-brick architecture,” Jade said. “Sehr in ordnung.”

“Can we agree to debate the etymology of surnames another time?” said Emily, “Personally, I just want to get this parking ticket voided of so we get back to enjoying the fruits of our two for one Megacomf score.”

Lúcia pulled the Megacomf Thank You card from her pocket and opened it. A tiny, lo-res holographic bust of Megacomf Brian appeared. “You haven’t made it, until you’ve made it on a Megacomf,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“You brought the card with you?” said Amaliya.

“For strength and guidance,” said Lúcia.

“You really think he’s a saint? Megacomf Brian?”

“It is not for me to decide. But anyone who can offer such consistent comfort at low, low, two for one prices must surely be in the running.”

“Well, here we go, crew.” Jade reached out and tugged at the door handle, “into the machinations of local government.”

* * *

Inside the Franz Kafka Municipal Building Lobby

Behind a large, raised reception desk, that spanned half the width of the lobby, sat a lone automaton, fashioned in the shape of a prison matron with a face to match. “Take a number,” she said.

“Take a number?” said Jade, looking around. “We’re the only ones here.”

“Not one. There are four of you. Take a number.”

“Yes, but only one of us has a parking ticket.” Jade waved the electronic paper in the air. “See?”

“Take a number.”

“Oh, for fu—”

Amaliya laid a hand on Jade’s forearm.

“Fine.” Jade marched to the reception desk. “Taking a number.”

The reception automaton surveyed at the others in the group, tiny motors whirring as her head moved to level a gaze from one to the next. “Take a number.”

“They don’t have parking tickets,” Jade grumbled. “They’re just here for… I don’t know… moral support or something.”

“Take a number.”

“I’m the only one with a parking—”

Amaliya stepped forward to take a number and then tugged at Jade’s arm, pulling her away from the shadow of the reception desk.

Emily was next.

Lúcia was busy staring at the bare walls, looking them over from bottom to top, and then fixating on the mercury vapor lamps high above.

“Come on, hon,” Emily said, taking Lúcia’s hand in hers. “We all have to take a number or we won’t be getting our ship back.”

“I see green spots,” Lúcia said, waving her hands in front of her eyes. “Green spots that seem to be there, but they are not.”

“You shouldn’t stare into the lights like that,” Emily said. “Not good for your eyes. Now let’s get you a number.”

“Have you seen this man?” Lúcia, still blinking, pulled out the Megacomf Thank You card and opened it for the automaton to see.

“You haven’t made it until you’ve made it in a Megacomf,” said the holographic bust of Megacomf Brian.

There was no reaction.

“Megacomf Brian offers comfort to the masses.”

Still no reaction.

“I find myself burdened with the idea that Megacomf Brian is perhaps a modern day saint, and yet I have no way to prove it, other than the undeniable quality of materials and workmanship all at impossibly low two for one prices.”

“You think he’s the Messiah, do you?”

“Not the Messiah, no, but at least a candidate for—”

“Now you listen here, sister.” The automaton’s servo-motors whirred as she raised herself to a standing position, canlı bahis towering over Lúcia. “Megacomf Brian is not the Messiah. He’s a very naughty boy.”

Lúcia put the card away and took a number.

* * *

Some time later

A panel in the wall to the right of the reception desk opened with a muted click to reveal a long, narrow hallway. At regular intervals, pools of light shone from fixtures high above.

The automaton at the reception desk whirred and clicked, raising her hand in a gesture toward the door.

“Finally,” said Jade, standing up and stretching. “What’s it been? Like an hour? This place doesn’t look busy enough to justify that.”

“Come on, Cap’n,” said Amaliya. “The sooner we get this taken care of, the sooner we’ll be breaking in our new couches.”

“Yeah, okay.” Jade crossed the threshold of the doorway. The others followed behind. Overhead lights illuminated a few dozen meters in front of the group as they made their way and extinguished a few dozen meters behind.

“Does anyone else feel like we’ve been walking for a really long time?” asked Emily.

“Like farther than the building is wide?” Amaliya put in.

“Something like that.”

“Is there a slope to the floor?” said Jade. “Maybe we’re going up.”

“Or down,” said Emily.

“I have to pee,” said Amaliya.

“Maybe it’s circular,” said Jade, “but with a really gentle curve.”

“So we’re spiraling around the toilet bowl of Nouveau Parisian bureaucracy?” said Emily.

“Or up,” said Jade. “We could be going up.”

“I’m going to be going on the floor in about five more minutes,” Amaliya said. “We can watch which way it flows and find out.”

The group stopped as a final set of overhead lights clicked on to reveal a T-intersection. A sign pointing left was labeled ‘Traffic Court’. A sign pointing right proclaimed, ‘Toilettes’. Amaliya sprinted to the right.

“Anybody else need to go?” ask Jade. “Might as well. Since we’re here and all.”

Heads shook all around.

“All better, XO?” Jade asked when Amaliya returned.

“Ship shape, Cap’n.”

“Right then, off to traffic court.” Jade turned and marched to the left.

Upon opening one of the heavy double doors, the lights of the courtroom flickered on. The four women paused and looked around. The room was completely empty except for a solitary figure seated behind a heavy wooden desk on a raised platform.

The figure was draped in a black robe and wearing a shoulder-length gray wig with curls. The figure began to click and whir, finally raising its head to reveal an automaton in male persona.

The automaton picked up a gavel and banged it once. “Court is now in session.”

For some time, the automaton bowed his head and ceased all movement while continuing to make mechanical clicks now and again. After a while, it twitched and looked up again.

The automaton whirred while swiveling his left and then right, surveying the four women, before settling its gaze on Jade.

“Do you accept the plea of guilty?” The automaton peered down his nose at Jade.

“Guilty?”

“Guilty it is then.” The autonomous judge raised his gavel.

“Wait!” shouted Jade. “That was a question, not a statement. You do know the difference, don’t you? When the pitch of my voice raises at the end, that’s a question.”

“The defendant will be silent or shall be held in contempt—”

“I’m just saying that ‘Guilty?’, you know, with a question mark, raised pitch at the end of the sentence, et cetera is not and admission of—”

“—contempt of court,” finished the automaton.

“Fine.” Jade crossed her arms and stared.

“You may proceed to enter your plea,” said the automaton.

“Enter my plea?” said Jade. “It’s a parking ticket for fuck’s sake. A lousy parking ticket.”

“Contempt of court?” said the automaton. “Did you notice how the pitch of my vocal modulator was rising at the end of my sentence, indicating a question?”

Jade sneared.

“What is your plea?”

“What are the charges?” Jade huffed. “Letting the meter run out?”

The automaton whirred and clicked.

“Criminal mischief, trafficking of stolen goods—”

“What? No. This is a parking ticket.” Jade held up the piece of electronic paper and shook it in the air.

“Criminal mischief, trafficking of stolen goods.” repeated the automaton. “Weil der Stadt district, planet Kepler-62f, year twenty-three—”

“Those charge were dropped.”

“Second degree assault. First judicial district, Philadelphia—”

“No. No. Self-defense. Listen, what the—”

“Second degree assault and battery involving a dangerous weapon—”

“A juicer is not a dangerous weapon, dammit, it’s a kitchen appliance. Besides, the son of a bitch deserved it after what he did to my—”

“Possession of controlled substances with intent to deliver—”

“Charges dropped due to improper police procedure.”

“Grand theft auto, operating a motor vehicle without a license—”

“Juvenile records that should have been expunged. Look, what’s kaçak iddaa going on here?”

“Jade Marie Espinoza, you have been found guilty on all charges and are hereby remanded into custody, awaiting sentencing.”

“What?” Jade stood wide-eyed and mouth gaping. “What the actual fuck is going on here? It’s a parking ticket!”

Panels to the left and right slid open and a pair of androgynous uniformed automatons stepped forward, clicking a whirring. Amaliya, Emily and Lúcia traded glaces with each other and with Jade. Jade’s hands were shaking.

Amaliya straightened up and marched forward. “You are not taking my girlfriend anywhere, you mechanical fucktards. It’s just a parking ticket. A lousy parking—”

Amaliya’s words fell flat as one of the uniformed automatons raised a hand with an integrated taser and fired two tiny electrodes into her torso.

As Amaliya fell into a fetal position, scrunched and quivering, a single explosion rocked the chambers. A portion of the wall crumbled and the uniformed automatons to the left fell flat on their faces. The three women still standing froze in place.

Obscured by rising smoke and a hooded cloak, a solitary figure sprinted from the doorway. The automaton who had laid Amaliya out got to experience a taser from the receiving end and fell flat in a shower of sparks directly in front of the cloaked figure.

“Order!” shouted the autonomous judge. “Order in the court.”

He too was silenced with a taser blast.

The remaining uniformed automaton turned to flee, but was quickly subdued by Emily, and Lúcia.

“What the fuck just happened?” said Jade, still standing amidst the clearing smoke.

“I feel like shit,” groaned Amaliya.

“I’m with the resistance,” said the shadowy persona. “Come with me if you want to live.”

With a fair amount of clicking and whirring, the cloaked figure lifted Amaliya from the floor and took off toward the still smoking door where it had burst forth only moments ago.

* * *

A plush office on the top floor

Amaliya lay balled up on an antique chaise lounge, groaning, with Emily stroking her forehead and offering sips of water from a clear plastic bottle.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience you’ve been put through. It is not the intention, nor in the purview, of the Bureau of Traffic Safety to detain you.” The smartly dressed woman extended her hand to Jade. “Valerie Gestionnaire de Fonctionnaire. I’m with Human Resources. Please, call me Val.”

Jade blinked twice and finally shook the woman’s hand. “Um, thanks… Val, is it? But, Human Resources? You’re the first human we’ve seen since we got here.”

“Well, you know… cut-backs. First, it’s the secretarial pool being replaced by photocopiers and then it’s vending machines in the cafeteria. The autonomous receptionist? Pretty much all down hill from there.”

“Your receptionist is a real piece of work. And that judge.”

“I understand some of the staff have been less than stellar in the area of guest relations. My apologies. It will be reflected in their files.”

“I had to neutralize two and put down a third with a taser,” said the cloaked automaton. “There was some minor collateral damage in the courtroom. Nothing structural. The judge will need a system-wide reformat.”

“Ah, forgive me,” said Val gesturing to where the automaton sat with Lúcia. “This is my assistant, Marie-Anne de Condorcet. One of the ‘good guys’.”

“Viva la revolución!” Marie-Anne’s servo motors whirred as she raised her right fist into the air.

“She takes her position very seriously,” said Val.

Marie-Anne picked up a small microfiber cloth from an elegant Louis XIV side table and began polishing away the carbon stains on her metal arm. Lúcia pulled out her Thank You card from the Megacomf outlet store and showed it to Marie-Anne.

“Look,” said Jade, “I don’t know what kind of operation you’ve got going on here and frankly, I don’t care. I just want to take care of this parking ticket thing and get my ship back.”

“I promise you, I’m doing my best,” said Val.

Amaliya popped her head up. “And our Megacomfs. I really need a Megacomf right now. Ow.”

“Shh, just rest,” said Emily.

“Megacomf?” Val raised an eyebrow and picked up a computer tablet from her desk. Tapping and swiping at the screen, she said, “Why didn’t anybody mention Megacomf before now?”

Val leveled a gaze at Marie-Anne. Marie-Anne whirred as she shrugged.

“Two for one,” said Lúcia. And then, upon opening the card, a tiny holographic image of Megacomf Brian said, “You haven’t made it until you’ve made it on a Megacomf.”

Marie-Anne’s mouth turned upward in a mechanical smile.

“At low, two for one prices,” whispered Lúcia.

Marie-Anne nodded.

“So, um, Val,” said Jade. “I’m going to be totally straight with you. We pretty much blew all our money on that pair of couches sitting in your impound. In fact, we had to hop the turnstiles on the Metro on our way over here. Not that I should probably be telling you any of this.”

Val kaçak bahis waved her hand as if shooing a fly.

“The point is. I have no idea how we’re going to pay for this parking ticket. So unless you have any other ideas, I guess I’m going to take my chances in court. Can I get a public defender? Like, for a parking ticket? Do you do that here?”

“Dear Jade,” Val said, once again picking up her tablet to tap and swipe. “Your ship and couches are released from impound.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Yes, really. There are still a few things around here that we humans can override.”

“Wow.” Jade stood wide-eyed. “Thanks. I don’t know what—”

“All I ask for in return is a nice nap on one of your Megacomfs before you leave. Just for a few minutes this afternoon. I swear, working here among all these half-wit drones. No offense Marie-Anne. Well, it can be rather tedious at times and I really could use—”

“Hell yeah, lady, I’ll even throw in a shiatsu if you’re up for it.” Jade puffed up her chest, cracked her knuckles and wiggled her fingers. “May I?”

“Oui,” said Val, smiling and turning her back toward Jade.

“This is just a warm up,” Jade said, as she began kneading Val’s shoulders. “It’ll be better once we get you laid out flat on the couch. I promise.”

“Much better,” sighed Emily.

“Mm-hmm,” moaned Amaliya.

“I like to watch,” said Lúcia.

Marie-Anne whirred as she grinned.

* * *

Back on The Black Prince

“You really ought to change your hull markings to match the ship’s transponder codes,” said Val, “That’s what got you flagged for impound.”

“Shh,” said Emily, oiling up her hands. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”

“Mmm,” replied Val as Emily began working the muscles in her calf. “Mm-hmm.”

Jade was straddling Val’s back, just above the tiny white towel over her backside that was her only covering.

“Mmm,” repeated Val as Jade oiled her back.

“Tell me if it gets too rough.” Jade began digging in.

“I’m not sure if that’s possible. Your hands are magical.”

Reclined on the second Megacomf was Marie-Anne. Lúcia was sprawled beside her, facing Jade, Emily and Val. Amaliya was curled behind Lúcia with her eyes closed and her breathing slow and regular. Every now and again Marie-Ann would place the sensor pad embedded in her right index finger on Amaliya’s forehead to check her vitals.

“Oh, that’s it, right there,” moaned Val.

“You seem to keep all your tension right here in your jainjing,” said Jade.

“I assume you can fix that?” sighed Val.

“Might take some time.”

“That’s quite alright.” Val took a deep breath. “Marie-Anne, clear my calendar for the rest of the day, please.”

“Certainly.” Marie-Anne sat up straight for a moment, clicking and whirring. “Done,” she said and returned to stroking Lúcia’s hair.

“Oh, that’s it,” said Val.

“I’m going to do your feet,” said Emily. “I hope you’re not ticklish.”

“Mm-mmm.” sighed Val.

“Marie-Anne,” said Jade. “Make sure she stays hydrated after this. Lots of water.”

“Oui, Capitaine.”

Lúcia peered up at Anne-Marie. “Do you believe it is possible to find evidence of sainthood in these times in which we live? Or is the very idea of saintliness consigned to the past, only to be read about in textbooks and scripture?”

“I suppose it depends.”

“Oh, that’s good,” moaned Val. “Right there.”

“When I was in the lobby of your building, I saw green spots in front of my eyes after staring at the lights for too long” said Lúcia. “They seemed so real, yet they were not. Suppose I was from an earlier age. Would I see the green spots as evidence of madness, or perhaps evidence of the divine, knowing of no other explanation?”

“Emily,” sighed Val, “What are you… ohh…”

“Perhaps.” Anne-Marie shrugged. “Perhaps it is not for us to decide what is divine and what is not.”

Lúcia nodded.

“Oh, that is heavenly,” heaved Val. “Right there. Yes. Yes.”

* * *

“Bye, Val.” Jade, Emily, Lúcia, and a barely standing Amaliya waved from the airlock.

“She was really nice,” said Emily. “You know, for a bureaucrat.”

“She was,” agreed Jade.

“I gave her a happy ending.” Emily smirked.

“Happy ending?” moaned Amaliya. “Her automaton shot me.”

“Yeah, but not on her orders. They act independently.”

“Phfft.”

“I think somebody needs a ride on the Megacomf to cheer her up,” suggested Jade.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Amaliya groaned. “My head is slammed. I can’t believe you gave her a happy ending.”

“Mind if I take your girlfriend for a spin next?” asked Emily.

“Em, honey,” said Amaliya, “we talked about this. You two do what you want. She’s not my possession to give.”

“In the courtroom,” said Jade. “Just before you got all medieval on those asshole guards, you said—”

“Yeah, I know what I said.” Amaliya clutched her forehead. “Ow.”

“Well, I think it’s sweet,” said Emily.

“I’ve never been anyone’s girlfriend before.” Jade stared at her boots. “I’d be pleased to be yours.”

“Really, I always assumed—”

“Amaliya,” said Emily. “I love you dear, and I know you’re in a bad way right now, but this is not the time to kill the moment with questions. When the captain asks if you want to be her girlfriend, you say yes.”

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I had been emotionally disconnected and drifting since my divorce, drinking, dabbling in drugs, not looking for anything except the next party and my next lay. All were usually in abundance. I was attending Community College on the GI Bill and working summers for the county to pay for life. Even now, at twenty-five I was essentially without a clear goal in life. At least one thing was in my favor, I had only myself to care for…and, oh yeah, the child support payments for my son since my marriage breakup. I didn’t mind paying for my son’s needs, it was just when I saw his mother’s picture on the front page of the local newspaper and how she was running with a Harley Davidson motorcycle gang, that I got a little pissed about giving her money that I had no control over. It always made me wonder “who was buying the beer for these pricks?” I would console myself with the knowledge that at least I didn’t have to live with her anymore and she was getting just what she asked for, “treated like shit” by some asshole biker. Not that I hate all bikers since I own one myself. I just hate the egotistical ones that have an axe to grind against civilization and anyone that doesn’t ride a Harley.

I had always prided myself on being independent, and paying my own way. That way I’m not beholding to anyone. I lived mostly alone in a small one bedroom apartment that I called my own. It wasn’t the Taj Mahal but it was comfortable and my friends admired my autonomy and my single lifestyle. At least, those that wore the old ball and chain or the few who still lived at home. There was always food and usually some beer in the fridge and the cupboards stocked. Not that I’m a chef or anything but I kept myself fed and could whip up a dinner for guests. My place was a few miles out-of-town and I hated to come home and find nothing to eat. It seemed there was always friends dropping by to party or get high so I needed to keep at least some ‘munchies’ available.

Tonight’s party was at an acquaintance’s house that I had never been to before. Off the main highway and nestled behind 20 acres of peach orchard, it was a perfect party house. The music thundered in one room and the kindred folks wandered about dancing, drinking, talking or cuddled in a corner making out. Although I knew many of the people here I felt oddly alone, as though I was on the outside looking in, detached. I guess I was just moody and feeling sorry for myself because I didn’t have a love interest. Some days you’re grateful to be single and some you just need to be close to someone even if it’s just for the night.

AND THEN…I saw her face; it was the face of an angel, across the room UV light making star shine of her smile. I had not seen her before and was taken by her fresh beauty and persistent smile. I’m generally not the type to go up to any woman and start up a conversation but I told myself in this case I would make an exception. She was sitting on the couch, holding a beer and talking with another guy. I couldn’t help staring at her. She had such a, wholesome, girl next door look and Oh, that radiant smile. I sat down across the room and feigned interest in some music album, all the while catching glimpses of her as she spoke animatedly with the man. I watched her hand movements, fluid and artful as she gestured frequently during the conversation, the broad smile never leaving her face.

I canlı bahis caught Danny’s arm as he walked by and asked, “Who’s the beauty on the couch?”

“Oh her? Her name’s Judy. She came with Bill and Michele. I guess she’s up from LA visiting.” “Go for it man.” he said with an evil grin as he hurried on his way.

The guy she was talking to got up and walked away leaving her alone. It was then our eyes met from across the room. She flashed that bright, angelic smile again as I struggled with myself trying to think of the right opening line to begin a conversation. Once again, I was at a loss for words but knew I had to act. I decided on the direct approach. I got up, holding eye contact with her and moved to sit beside her.

“Hi, my name’s Charlie. Do you mind if I sit here with you? I understand you come from LA,” I said, trying to fight off the stupid Cheshire cat grin I had on my face since our eyes first met.

“Yes, I am, the West Valley actually. Do you know Bill and Michelle?” I cocked my head and looked perplexed.

“DO YOU KNOW BILL AND MICHELLE? CAN WE GO OUTSIDE FOR A MINUTE?” she raised her voice over the volume of music as a new song thundered to life.

I stood and offered my hand, I would go anywhere she wanted me to. She met my eyes, surprised with that ‘nobody has ever done that for me before’ look on her face. Her hand was warm and soft, just as I knew it would be. What I hadn’t expected was that she was much taller than I thought. I would guess about five and a half feet. I let her lead the way since this was her idea and it gave me time to take in her other charms as I followed behind. Her snug-fitting jeans complemented her long legs as she negotiated a path between people and furniture to the front door.

The night was beautiful and warm, with a slight breeze and stars blazed brightly in the heavens as we talked our way down the long gravel drive. To my astonishment, I learned that we had met once before in Santa Monica when I was visiting friends. I couldn’t remember her from that meeting and as I looked at her now I wondered why. But, she remembered me! I thought back to the night she and her sister and another girl wedged themselves into the backseat of my Volkswagen and we all headed off to the Topanga Canyon Mall. Maybe it was because I was with another woman at the time or because I had been meeting so many people that day. I just couldn’t believe that I would not have taken notice.

She had medium brown hair that flowed gracefully well passed her shoulders and I would guess she was between 19 or 20 years old. Her eyes were hazel like mine, mostly green with flecks of gold that seemed to sparkle as the light caught them, so alive they were in the night. She filled out her tank top well and wore no bra. Her breasts firm and full beneath the thin T-shirt material, nipples threatening to become erect in the night air.

At length, I asked if she would like to take a ride on my motorcycle. She was delighted and eagerly encouraged me to get the bike while she let her friends know where she was going.

She climbed on the back and we took to the road for a short cruise through town. There’s a certain RPM that sets up a harmonic vibration through the seat that women seem to love. I call it the “Good Vibrations” spot. Often I try to induce the effect by kaçak iddaa holding that RPM just a little longer between shifts. It must have worked because every so often I could feel her squirm on the seat and her arms would tighten around me.

Stopping at a Dairy Queen for a drink we sat and talked for over an hour about our lives, likes and dislikes, finding that we were very much alike. Returning to the party after a couple of hours we found the house nearly empty. Her friends had gone home, so I said I would take her home. We ended up stopping at my place, smoking a joint and snuggling. I think we both realized this was ‘lust at first sight’.

As we kissed, I couldn’t help but feel her breasts press against my chest. My cock became firm and pressured her thigh. I moved my hand up her side brushing one of her breasts as I pushed an errant strand of hair from her face. She gave a small shudder so I continued with bolder advances. My kisses were more probing now, moving along her cheek to her earlobe and down her neck. We fell against the back of the sofa, lost in a swelling tide of passion. I wanted her to be as fascinated with me as I was with her. Even if it didn’t lead to sex that night I was satisfied being with her, kissing her and taking my time. Knowing that we would see each other again tomorrow.

After many minutes of sweet caresses and hot kisses, I nuzzled my face between those lovely, soft mounds. She pushed me back, lifted her top over her head and threw it to the floor.

Like an idiot I asked, “Are you getting too warm, I can open a window?”

Judy looked at me and we both laughed as I caught my blunder, “No silly, I want you to kiss me here.”

She pressed her breasts together offering them to me. Captivated, I was treated to the exquisite sight of those wonderful tits, unfettered.

“Oh my god! You’re absolutely edible,” taking her strawberry nipple into my mouth. She giggled lightly, running her fingers through my hair, pulling me tighter to her breast.

“I love my breasts touched and my nipples sucked.”

I planted kisses and tender love bites all around them and over her chest. She was breathing hard now and squeezing the bulge in my pants, silently begging me to release it. I guess I lost the resolve to take my time.

I scooped her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom, locked in a deep kiss, I laid her softly on the bed, pulled away and began stripping off her remaining clothes. Inching her panties down I caught full view of her beautiful, lightly hair-covered, pussy. She glistened wet in the light from the adjoining room. I vowed again under my breath to take my time and give us both a night to remember.

Standing back, I began taking off my own clothes, as seductively as I could without appearing too dramatic. It seemed to be working. Her hand found her own wetness and casually began to caress herself as she watched me continue my ‘strip tease’. When I was naked I moved to the foot of the bed and kissed her feet. Gradually, I worked my kisses up her quivering legs, spreading them wider, until I reached her waiting pussy. She tried weakly to direct me away but her attempt was half-hearted at best. Later she would confide to me that she had never been kissed there before. I moved her hands and kissed her thighs and around her mound softly, working kaçak bahis my way to her clit. My tongue danced long strokes up and down her slippery lips. Judy moaned with delight as I continued to alternately suck and lick at her hard, fleshy nub. I slid a finger into her warm wetness, searching for that illusive ‘G’ spot. She pushed hard against my hand and stiffened noticeably as my finger found a sensitive spot. Whether it was her ‘G’ spot or not, it brought from her moans of pleasure and a shortness in her breath.

My own sex was throbbing hard and aching for fulfillment. I could feel wetness on the bed under me and I knew it was time. I just had to find out what her pussy was like. After a few minutes I asked if she would sit on me. With a broad smile she positioned herself over my erection, taking it in one hand, she pressed the head to her slit, moving it along the length of her own wetness. With one final push her inner lips spread wide, accepting the head of my cock. She winced and stopped for a moment, letting herself adjust to the violation. Ever so slowly, she engulfed the rest. I could feel her squeeze and caress every inch of me.

With her now fully enveloping my shaft and lying on my chest, she started slowly rocking back and forth. “This girl is divine. She has promise.” I thought to myself.

I had to take it easy for fear I would come too soon. Letting her guide our motion, I would stop her now and then to quell my rising climax. It wouldn’t do to have me come first, at least not this time.

Her firm breasts pressed hard against my chest, her hot pussy clamped around me like a velvet vise. I could feel her grip gradually loosen as we rocked to a shared beat. With one flowing move, I turned her over onto her back without separating our embrace and kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with my tongue. Cautiously, I increased the rhythm, allowing my cock to slide further out each time until I was fucking her with long, slow strokes. My cock head found her bottom with each deep stroke so I backed off for fear of hurting her but she just pulled me closer, delirious with pleasure.

An orgasm churned within me, but, damn it, she was going to come before I did. With her hands grasping my ass cheeks, encouraging more speed from me like a race horse ridden to victory, she neared climax. Her breathing was fast and shallow, moaning quietly with each stroke. Without warning her breath caught in her throat, nails dug into me and she stiffened. I continued with the same tempo as a low-pitched groan welled up from deep within her throat, “I’m coming…Oh god…I’m coming!” Her words were lost as I too broke over the edge. Orgasmic bliss drowning out all other sensations. My cock felt rock hard and each convulsion sent a hot jet into her and an electric current through me. My head felt as though it would explode from the pulse pounding in my ears. We held each other tightly as the last of our simultaneous climax subsided and the afterglow stretched on. When we were able to breathe again, we softly praised and kissed one another.

We fell asleep for half an hour or so before we awoke, got dressed and I drove her to our friend’s house in my car. We parted reluctantly, vowing to see each other the next day. I felt like a teenager in love, I didn’t want to say good bye even for a few hours but sanity prevailed and I finally let her out of my car and watched as she went inside.

The stars were falling and the horizon turning a pastel salmon and azure blue in the east as I pulled in front of my apartment. I couldn’t wait for the sun to chase the shadows away and I could again see my “new love”.

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Meine damalige Freundin hatte sich von mir getrennt. Das war Pech, denn die Handball-Mannschaft, in der sie spielte hatte ein Auswärtsspiel und da ich mitkommen wollte, hatte ich mir im Mannschaftshotel ein Zimmer gebucht. Egal! Nach einem Spiel gehen die Damen, alle so um die 22/23 Jahre alt, meist noch essen und trinken und das macht auch immer Spaß.

Das Spiel hatten die Damen gewonnen. Entsprechend aufgekratzt war die Stimmung. Die Mädchen gingen zum Hotel und ich trank noch ein Bier und danach ging es auch für mich ins Hotel.

Ich wollte dann rein in mein Einzelzimmer und traf dann die Torhüterin im Gang. Sie hatte schon ihr Nachthemd an – Knielang, kleiner Ausschnitt, der den Ansatz der Titten zeigte. “Hi, ist alles OK mit deinem Zimmer?” wollte sie wissen. Ja, alles OK. Zimmer mit Balkon zum Garten und dem Wald dahinter. Sie meinte, dass das toll sei, denn sie ist in einem Dreierzimmer mit Blick auf den Parkplatz. So lud ich sie ein.

Wir gingen auf den Balkon und dann sagte sie mir, dass ihr etwas kalt sei. Mir war auch etwas kalt, denn ich hatte auch nur meine Shorts und ein T-Shirt an. Ich legte dann von hinten meine Arme um sie. Nicht gleich auf die Titten, aber kurz darunter. Sie sagte, dass es jetzt besser sein und ich versuchte mal mein Glück. Ich ließ die Hände höher gleiten, direkt bis an die Brustansätze. Kein Widerstand ihrerseits. Nun ließ ich die Hände noch höher gehen bis auf die Titten. War es die Temperatur auf dem Balkon oder ihre Lust. Die Nippel waren hart und machten sich deutlich bemerkbar an meinen Handflächen. Mein Schwanz wurde hart und ich habe mich dann an ihren Hintern gedrückt und sie ging mit eine Hand nach hinten und streichelte ihn. Also schlug ich vor, dass wir ins Zimmer gehen.

Im Zimmer zog ich ihr das Nachthemd aus. Sie war eine Brünette mit kleinen Titten und kräftiger Figur. Nicht pummelig, eher muskulös, aber weiblich und mit dunklen Schamhaaren. Sie zog mir auch gleich das T-Shirt aus und dann meine Shorts. Der Schwanz zeigte in froher Erwartung steil nach oben.

Sie legte sich gleich auf das Bett und ich spreizte ihre Beine und kniete mich dazwischen. Ich küsste und leckte dann ihre Brustwarzen und kam dann runter. Dann leckte ich ihre Muschi aus und saugte vorsichtig an ihrem Kitzler, dann wieder runter und rein mit der Zunge in die Vagina. Sie war schon sehr feucht. Von oben hörte ich “ja, leck mich, geil, leck mich!. Aber mit Vergnügen bonus veren siteler schleckte ich ihr Schmuckkästchen aus!! “Komm, nimm meinen Schwanz in den Mund” sagte ich dann. Sie sagte dann, dass sie 69 macht. Sie blieb dann auf dem Rücken liegen und ich ging in die 69er Position. Sie griff sich meinen Schwanz und leckte über die Eier und den Schaft bis zur Eichel und dann nahm sie die Eichel in den Mund und blies sie mir. Dabei leckte ich sie. Nach einiger Zeit sagte ich, dass ich gleich komme. Aber sie ließ nicht ab von meiner Eichel. Ich intensivierte mein Lecken und dann bin ich gekommen und habe ihr in den Mund gespritzt. Sie hat alles geschluckt und ich hatte das Gefühl, dass ihre Vagina um meine Zunge herum zuckt. Ihren Muschischleim habe ich fast komplett abgeleckt. Wir beide waren ziemlich außer Atem und haben noch einige Zeit nebeneinander gelegen.

Sie sagte dann noch, dass sie jetzt gehen müsse, weil man sie in ihrem 3er Zimmer sonst vermisst.

Ich bin dann nach einiger Zeit auch wieder raus aus meinem Zimmer und auf die Dachterrasse. Ich musste erstmal abkühlen. Da stand ich also und guckte in die Landschaft, als die Terrassentür aufging und eine Gestalt in einem rosa Frotteepyjama heraus kam. Sie war von der Verteidigung, dunkles kurzes Haar, kräftige Figur. Sie stellte sich neben mich und wir sahen uns die Nacht an. Besser gesagt, SIE sah sich die Nacht an und ich sah sie an. Sie hatte volle Brüste und ich sah ihre Nippel hervorstehen.

Sie war ein Versuch wert und ich nahm sie in den Arm und küsste sie auf Zunge. Sie machte sofort mit und so fuhr ich mit der Hand vorn in ihre Pyjamahose. Gleich fand ich ihren Vaginaeingang. Sie war schon feucht und ich konnte mit zwei Fingern gleich bis zum Anschlag in sie fahren. Sie griff darauf hin in meine Shorts und packte mich an den Eiern. Der rosa Pyjama sah so harmlos aus, sie war aber geil bis in die Schamhaarspitzen. Sie sagte “komm, wir gehen auf dein Zimmer. Ich nehme die Pille und wir können ficken.” Im Zimmer setzte sie sich auf das Bett, zog mich vor sie hin und riss mir T-Shirt und Shorts runter. Dann nahm sie sich meinen Schwanz und fing an die Eichel zu saugen. Und als der Schwanz schön steif war, wollte sie, dass ich sie lecke. Sie legte sich ganz auf das Bett, dann riss ich ihr diesen albernen Pyjama vom Leib und nahm gleich die Beine auseinander. Die Muschi lag voll offen vor mir und ich leckte sie so gut ich es ihr geben konnte. Sie bahis begann zu stöhnen und dann ging sie in die Doggy-Stellung. Ich kniete mich hinter sie und konnte meinen Schwanz gleich einführen. Ihr Vaginaschleim tropfte bei jedem Schwanzstoß auf das Bettlaken. Gut das ich gerade vorher in den Mund ihrer Teamkollegin abgespritzt habe. Sonst wäre ich sofort gekommen. Aber so konnte ich sie ficken und ihr gefiel es, denn sie kam mit einen starken Orgasmus, der meinen Schwanz gleich mit massiert hat. Es dauerte auch nicht mehr lange und ich habe noch einmal in langen Zügen in sie abgespritzt. “Leckst Du mir noch den Schwanz ab, wenn ich aus dir raus bin?” “Hi hi, ja gern, wenn du willst”. Geil, der Schwanz wurde garnicht wieder schlaff. Ich hätte sie gern noch einmal gefickt, aber sie wollte wieder zurück in ihr Zimmer, zu den anderen Mädels.

Ich erholte mich noch etwas und bin dann noch einmal auf den Hausflur. Da stand ein Getränkeautomat. Ich dachte, ein Bier täte jetzt gut. Da hörte ich, dass im Frauenklo die Spülung ging. Die Mehrbettzimmer hatten also kein eigenes Badezimmer. Ich wollte mal sehen, wer da heraus kommt. Vielleicht hatte ich ja Glück und die Torhüterin oder der rosa Pyjama kommt da raus. Aber es war die Rothaarige vom Angriff.

„Hi, so spät noch wach?” „Ja, ich musste noch mal. Und du?” „Ich habe Durst bekommen und wollte mir noch was holen.” „Oh ja, Durst habe ich auch noch. Was möchtest du trinken?” „Wenn du mit mir noch was trinken möchtest, können wir uns zwei kleine Sekt holen. Wie ist es?” „Klar, auf deinem Zimmer?”

Sie trug eine Art Männerpyjama. Dünne Baumwolle mit Knöpfen am Hemd. Die Hose hatte sogar einen Schlitz. Den hatte sie wohl von ihrem Bruder geliehen. In meinem Zimmer machte ich erstmal das Licht aus und die Flaschen auf. Dann stellte ich sie vor das große Fenster und ließ sie in den Wald gucken. Ich stellte mich hinter sie. Wir tranken aus der Flasche und nach kurzer Zeit habe ich sie dann auf den Nacken geküsst. Sie bog ihren Kopf nach vorn und ließ mich machen. Heute war wohl meine Glücksnacht.

Ich stellte meine Sektflasche beiseite und legte beide Hände auf ihren flachen Bauch, etwas rechts und links vom Bauchnabel und dann ließ ich die Hände langsam herunter fahren. Durch den dünnen Stoff konnte ich den Ansatz ihrer Schamhaare spüren. Mit einer Hand bin ich dann weiter, langsam zwischen ihre Beine auf ihren Schlitz. Da habe ich dann behutsam ihre Muschi gestreichelt. Sie deneme bonusu legte dann ihren Kopf nach hinten auf meine rechte Schulter und fing an tiefer zu atmen. Ich ließ meine Muschihand wieder hoch und fuhr mit ihr in den Hosenbund wieder runter zu ihrer Vagina. Ich fühlte, dass sie ihre Schamhaare links und rechts etwas getrimmt hatte und dann bin ich weiter zwischen ihre Beine. Sie war schon sehr nass. So nass, mein Handrücken schon nass wurde, als sie an ihrer Pyjamahose innen entlang fuhr. Ich streichelte durch die schleimige Furche in ihre Vagina und wieder hoch über ihren Kitzler. Immer schön langsam, um den Klit herum und wieder rein in die Muschi. Sie konnte ohne Probleme jetzt schon drei Finger aufnehmen. „Nimmst Du die Pille?” „Spirale!”

Ich zog mein T-Shirt mal wieder aus und drückte meinen geschwollenen Schwanz gegen den Po. Dann knöpfe ich den Pyjama auf und zog ihn ihr aus, dann auf die Knie und runter mit ihrer Hose. Ihr voller Prachtarsch war nun direkt vor meinem Gesicht. Ich drückte ihr etwas die Beine auseinander, so dass ich leichter von hinten meine Finger wieder in ihre Muschi stecken konnte, und dann küsste ich ihre Arschbacken. Sie hatte eine tolle Figur.

Ich setzte sie dann auf die Bettkante. Sie ließ sich nach hinten fallen und nahm die Beine gleich auseinander. Ich brauchte mich nur noch vor das Bett knien und die herrliche Pracht ausschlecken. Diese rothaarige hatte eher helle Schamhaare, fast schon blond. Aber die Vagina stand weit offen. Ich steckte erst drei und dann vier Finger rein und ließ meine Zunge um ihre Klitoris kreisen. Sie belohnte mich mit leisem Stöhnen. Meine Finger zogen dünne Fäden von Vaginaschleim, beim herausziehen. Ich konnte nicht anders, ich musste meine Finger ablecken und davon probieren. Sie legte sich dann ganz auf das Bett und ich kniete mich zwischen ihre Beine. Die legte ich dann auf meine Schultern. Sie schob sich ein Kissen unter den Po und ich konnte meinen steifen Schwanz in sie gleiten lassen. Beim Rausziehen bekam auch er seine Schleimfäden. Wenn sie wüsste, so dieser Schwanz heute schon drin war.

Da ich heute schon zweimal abgespritzt hatte, dauerte es nun und so konnte ich ihr die Freude an einem richtig langen Fick bereiten. Sie kam insgesamt zweimal bevor ich ihr mein Sperma in die Muschi gespritzt hatte.

Sie wollte dann noch, dass ich ihr noch die Vagina lecke. Eine Freude, die ich ihr noch gern gemacht habe. Das mein Sperma dabei herauslief, hat mich eher noch geil gemacht. Sie hat dann auch noch meinen Schwanz geblasen, auch noch mit ihrem Vaginasaft dran.

Und dann ist sie auch zu den Mädchen ins Zimmer gegangen. Die Handball-Mannschaft ist dann am nächsten Morgen gegen 8 Uhr abgefahren. Da habe ich noch geschlafen.

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So, it’d been almost a month since the whole gym incident. I’d like to say that since I put Jessie in her place that she’s learned to behave, but not a lot has changed. While she had slightly toned down on insulting me and undermining my authority in front of the squad, she was still pretty awful to everyone. It was so frustrating! I mean I didn’t expect us to be besties or girlfriends or anything like that. I mean, I don’t even like her, but I was hoping for at the very least mutual respect… and maybe some occasional scissoring sessions. The girl is the worst, but she’s also fucking hot. Just thinking about her tasting my pussy again made me want to touch myself regardless of where ever I was, even in calculus class. I would have given up anything to slide my clit against hers again. Unfortunately, aside from my randomly catching her intense stares/glares, she hadn’t given any indication that that late gym night even happened, and we hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk. Between practicing for Nationals; studying my buns off to make sure my grades stay high enough to participate in cheer AND graduate; plus applying for colleges, I’d been too busy for anything else. I swear, I couldn’t take any more stress.

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“Thank you so much Principal Jones!”

OMG! Jessie and I just had a meeting with the principal before cheerleading practice, and she informed me of Jessie’s subpar grades and what the potential ramifications would be if they were not fixed. Saying that I was freaking out was the understatement of the century. I could barely keep my composure in the meeting, and the worst part was that Jessie was just so blasé about the whole thing. The principal was gracious enough to offer make-up packets to complete to replace her flunking grades. After we left the office, I looked for an empty classroom to try to have a civil conversation with her to see if maybe she would listen to me. I dragged her inside the chemistry lab, and it took everything in me not to explode.

“Seriously Jessie? 3 ‘Cs’ and a ‘D-‘,” I exclaimed.

“Ugh, it’s not that big of a deal you know. If I have to, I’ll just hire that brainy loser that’s always hanging out alone in the library to do the work for me. It’s what the QB does for his assignments. Besides who the hell are you screaming at? What’s got your granny panties in a wad,” Jessie retorted.

“Jessie, do you not see how horrible this is?! If you fail, you get dropped from the team, and honestly, you’re the best we’ve got so please, I really, really need you to do better.”

“Is this you begging? I gotta say I like it better when you’re the one making me beg. It’s the only time you aren’t completely insufferable,” she said as she inched closer, narrowing the gap between us.

“This is not the time for that, this is serious. I’m being serious.”

“Ooo, are you getting mad? Because I remember what happened the last time you got mad at me,” Jessie quipped as she leaned in more, this time close enough for our breasts to graze each other’s.

With her hands at her sides and her eyes locked in on mine, she reached for the hem of my skirt and slid her hands up my thighs, drawing circles and swirls as she inched up higher until she was just a fingertip away from my triangle. She pressed her 32D breasts into my 33Cs. At her 5’10” to my 5’8″, she leaned down to alternate between licking my neck and blowing her cool breath on the trails she left. ‘Fuck this was turning me on!’ I masturbated every night for the first week after our hot fuck session, but I hadn’t been able to touch myself for a whole three weeks, so this was turning me on even more than something like this usually would. My panties were already soaked and I was hoping she would slide a finger in me. Right when I moved my hips closer to hers, she stopped abruptly, stood upright, and headed towards the door.

“We’re gonna be late to practice. As co-captains that would be unacceptable,” she said factiously, flinging her waist-length dirty blonde hair over her shoulder, as she reached the door. Don’t worry about my grades, I’ll get the library loner to do my work. Besides, I’m pretty sure she’s obsessed with me, I mean who wouldn’t be. Convincing her to help me should be easy enough. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything,” she sarcastically added as she left. ‘This girl was as frustrating as she was fuckable!’

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It had been about a week since our meeting and I still I hadn’t heard any updates from Jessie. I wasn’t sure if she had taken anything that was talked about seriously or not. I didn’t even know if she got in contact with Lacey, the quiet girl who she so meanly dubbed “Library Loner.” I decided it was better to be on the safe side and take matters into my bahis siteleri own hands and ask Lacey myself.

After my last class, I went to the library to see if I could find her. She was all the way in the back. You could barely see her over the large stacks of books she had heaped on her desk. She was a sweet girl, quiet and a little awkward, but kind nonetheless. From what I saw of her, she seemed to be very passive and a people pleaser which is how she probably became the homework jockey for about a third of the senior athletes. If it weren’t for her personality and style, she could probably rival Jessie in looks. She was petite with long, flowing waves of red hair and alabaster skin, dusted with freckles. She may have worn a lot of baggy and ill-fitting clothes, but I’d seen her in the showers on several occasions for gym class and her curves were captivating. On her 5’7″ frame, she had full breasts, that couldn’t be any less than double Ds, a slim waist, supple hips, and an ass that just wouldn’t quit.

Her breasts looked like they’d be a generous handful and her rose pink nipples seemed to always stand at attention, just begging to be tweaked and sucked. I’d always been polite to her, but never really had a reason to talk to her. After my little foray into intimacy with another girl, it awoke a whole new side of me I didn’t know about. After sex with Jessie, I starting noticing all the hotties around me and couldn’t help wondering what they would taste like on my tongue and feel like on my fingers. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fantasize about coaxing Lacey out of her shell and showing her all the fun she could have if she would just open up a little.

“It seems our little Loner has finally decided to grow a backbone,” Jessie whispered in my ear as she snuck up behind me.

“Jeez, Jessie, you scared the crap out of me. Also, what are you talking about?”

“Lon- Lacey didn’t seem particularly fond of the moniker ‘Library Loner’ when I propositioned her earlier about helping me out. She flat out turned me down. I’m not sure why. I was nicer to her than I am to most people. I even smiled after I told her what she was going to be doing. I mean can you believe it?” she genuinely inquired.

“Wow, I’m shocked she didn’t jump at the opportunity,” I replied trying my damnedest not to roll my eyes at her incredulousness. “What if I try asking her. Maybe it’ll go smoother with a gentler touch.”

“Suit yourself. I’m leaving. I’ve got better things to do than to wait around watching her two goody goodies try to out-polite one another. Just get it done.”

‘This girl really is just the worst!’ I walked over to the large piles of books and introduced myself to Lacey. She stared at me completely stunned, and was a little guarded. I couldn’t blame her. She just had an encounter with a mean cheerleader. Seeing me in my uniform towering over her might not have been that comforting. I smiled and took the seat next to her in an attempt to reassure her. She continued to stare at me intently. After a little awkward silence, we engaged in small talk. Thankfully she was a bit more receptive to me. I tried to explain why we needed help with Jessie’s work and why it was so crucial.

“She already explained to me what the problem was and why she needed my help. You do know that she is awful right? She spent like a full five minutes insulting me and then switched to telling me what I ‘would’ be doing for her. Even I have my limits,” Lacey stated.

“I completely agree and totally understand. She is… putting it nicely, a handful. I wouldn’t be sticking out my neck for her if it wasn’t really important. We — I really need your help. I will do ANYTHING if it means getting her to pass. I may not like her, but I need her to pass those classes.”

“Anything?”

“Yes! Anything. You name it, I’ll do it. I’ll do your chores, your homework, scrub floors, hell, I’ll bath naked in the fountain at the mall, anything.”

There was a flash in her eyes when she heard my last offer. I almost regretted saying it for fear that she really would have me do something incredibly embarrassing. The worry went away slightly when the look in her eyes looked more excited than sinister. If I didn’t know better, I would have said she was checking me out. At my height with my olive skin and waist-length jet black hair in this small town, I was used to the stares, but they rarely piqued my curiosity the way hers did in that moment. She sat quietly for about five minutes as she thought of her request.

“Well, it’s my senior year, and for these four years, I haven’t done any socializing, made any real friends, had crazy adventures, or anything fun. I haven’t done anything wild or experimented with, well, anything. So that’s what I want, even if just for a day I want a wild, fun time I’ll never forget.”

“That I can do.”

“A-and, I want Jessie there too.”

“Sure! Anything you want. This is perfect. Let me take canlı bahis siteleri your number down and we’ll plan a day. There’s a party in two weeks. We could take you to that.”

“That’s not really what I had in mind. I’m not too interested in parties and crowds. I want a more private, intimate setting, no loud music and crazy distractions.”

“Umm, okay, a day at the spa then?”

“That’s not really us spending time together though, is it? That’s just a couple hours were we barely interact and then we go our separate ways. I was thinking more along the lines of a sleepover. I’ve got the house to myself next weekend. We can do that.”

“Sure, whatever you want, we’ll be there!”

“Great. See you then. I’ll send you my address!”

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“A sleepover? Really? What are we fucking middle schoolers? Are we gonna paint each other’s nails and talk about popstar crushes?” Jessie asked, clearly annoyed at the deal.

“Look, we’ve –scratch that– you’ve got no choice. We’re doing this,” I replied thoroughly exasperated. “You’re the one that got yourself into this sticky situation, it’s your job to fix it. We’re going over to Lacey’s on Friday after cheerleading practice and that’s final.”

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Jessie and I pulled into Lacey’s driveway late Friday evening. When we arrived, we couldn’t help but marvel at the gorgeous house.

“Wow, I was expecting her house to be as frumpy and unkempt as she is, Jessie remarked.

“Behave,” I commanded in a threatening whisper. “Whatever, and I mean whatever, she wants, we do, remember that.”

“Yes, master”

I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the tingle I felt deep below when she called me master. Lacey answered the door with a huge grin on her face. She told us to grab a bite to eat and make ourselves at home while she took a shower. Jessie and I went through the pantry looking for snacks and talking about practice. While I was in the middle of admonishing Jessie for her snide remarks yet again, Lacey joined us in the kitchen. When I saw her my jaw dropped. Her wavy, red hair was pulled up in a messy bun. She wore a short, red silk robe that clung to her damp skin and left little to the imagination. Her nipples poked through the soft fabric and although her robe was tied securely around her waist, the top was almost strategically loosened. This caused her ample bosom to look as though it was ready to spill out at the slightest jostle. While she gushed about how excited she was for tonight and how grateful she was, I couldn’t help but to take in every inch of her deliciousness. She looked so delectable. When I finally caught myself staring, I looked over to Jessie and the look on her face just screamed, ‘Fuck me.’

“Hello? Did either of you hear anything that I just said? Don’t tell me you guys are ignoring me already,” Lacey pouted.

“No, no, of course not. We just had a long day. What was it you were saying again?” I replied.

“I was saying that I hope we have a lot of fun tonight. And I hope that you remember that you said you two would do anything I wanted.”

“Yes, yes, anything you want. Now what is it you do want, huh? Do you want mani-pedis and girl talk. Or maybe a makeover?” Jessie asked as she sipped from the glass of Moscato I expressly told her not to pour.

“No, I’m not interested in that. What I want is to fuck you both. I want to know what you two taste like, what your moans sound like, and how your faces would feel in between my thighs as I grind my pussy on your tongue.”

“W-w-w-what,” Jessie sputtered as she tried not to choke on her drink.

“Did I not say that clearly? You two are the hottest girls in school. I have masturbated to the thought of fucking both of you separately and together since I first saw you in your uniforms last year. You said you’d do anything I wanted to pass your classes. What I want is this sleepover and to experiment and have wild fun that I’ll never forget. Now I’ve bought the toys I want to use and I’ll tell you both how I want to fuck and be fucked.”

I was speechless, and I think for the first time in Jessie’s life she was as well. I mean I noticed her checking out Lacey so lack of interest wasn’t an issue, and I knew from first-hand experience she was into girl on girl so I didn’t think there would be any argument there. I was definitely game.

“From the lack of objections and the fact that neither of you have stopped checking me out since you’ve arrived, I suppose that means that you’re both up for it. Great! We’re going upstairs to my room. My king size will be way more comfortable than that couch,” she related as she led the way upstairs. Jessie was almost eerily obedient. By her standards, she hadn’t mouthed güvenilir bahis off much since Lacey came into the kitchen wearing next to nothing. We both followed behind Lacey not saying a word. The shock had rendered us both silent. As we entered the bedroom, we saw the aforementioned king size bed. It was covered in red silk sheets, matching Lacey’s robe.

“Don’t do anything I haven’t commanded you to. First things first, those clothes are in the way. I want you two to undress each other, slowly,” Lacey directed as she sat on the adjoining loveseat. Jessie wore a white crop top and a pair of high-waisted bold red leggings, while I opted for an off the shoulder yellow crop and navy running shorts. We did as instructed, with me taking the lead. Jessie put up no resistance and raised her arms to make it easier for me. I removed her top which already left little to the imagination seeing as she was already bra-less and her nipples had been stiff since we saw Lacey. Next, I slipped my hands in the waist of her leggings and eased them down past her rounded hips and muscular thighs until they hit the floor. Apparently, she decided to wear no panties as well. Once she was fully nude, showing off her gorgeous beige skin and slight dusting of freckles, I stood up so she could undress me. I raised my arms and she pulled my top over and off to reveal my black lace bra. She promptly unsnapped it and slid my shorts and black lace thong off in one fell swoop. As we both stood naked, beige contrasting with olive, I couldn’t help but get flashes of the last time we were both completely naked in front of each other. The sexual tension and desire loomed in the air the same way as back then, but there was something new and even more tantalizing now. Maybe it was because we were both going to be someone’s play things tonight. Maybe this was why Jessie was so eager and obedient last time. Having someone else in control was such a turn on!

“Kelly, kiss Jessie, and start slowly. I want to see the passion between you two build.”

I did as I was told. I leaned in and slowly took her bottom lip into my mouth. After, she opened her mouth and playfully flicked her tongue out. I enthusiastically reciprocated and we frenched, tongues intertwined, barely giving each other time to come up for air. We both came closer to one another, my hands on her plump ass pulling her mound closer to mine, and her hands in my hair. I nudged my knee in between her legs so that my thigh would be nestled in right by her fold. Feeling her wetness on my thighs, I bucked my hips more, grinding as I felt myself become more aroused. Jessie moaning matched my movements. Our hard nipples caressed each other’s making our grinding all the more titillating.

“Fuck,” Lacey exclaimed.

We were so enraptured in our own pleasure that it wasn’t until we heard her moan out that we remembered we weren’t alone in the room. We looked over to see Lacey. Her legs were spread wide on the sofa. She had one hand on her ample breast, pinching and tweaking her nipple as she pumped her two fingers in and out of her wet pussy, faster with each thrust. We stopped kissing but continued to grind against each other, playing with each other’s nipples as we watched on as Lacey played with herself. It was a sight! Her milky breasts were now both exposed, freed from her robe’s weak bondage. She moaned begging us to keep going as she drew nearer to her own climax. As she reached the peak her face and breasts were flush, deepening the color of her freckles. She removed her hand from her glistening cunt but stayed in the same position as she caught her breath. We weren’t sure if that was all she wanted or if she had more in store for us, but we eagerly awaited her next command.

She stood up and removed her robe, tossing it on the loveseat. She walked over towards us and grabbed one of each our nipples in between her fingers and started gently twisting and pinching them.

“Now that we’ve all had our appetizers, it’s time for the main course,” Lacey teased.

“So, what did you have in mind,” Jessie coyly asked. This was the first time a sound other than moans escaped her mouth since we came upstairs.

“I want to watch you two fuck each other and then I’ll join in. First, you’ll eat each other’s pussies on the bed as I watch you and I’ll touch you whenever and where ever I please. Then when the time is right, I’ll bring out a special toy for us to take turns with,” Lacey responded.

They always say watch out for the quiet ones and now I see why! There was just something so fucking hot about this surprising turn of events. Watching the seemingly “goody goody” being so bad and seeing the mean and dominant one be so meek was nothing short of glorious. The thought of getting to fuck Jessie into submission again was something I had been aching for all month. I couldn’t wait to do it, if Lacey would let me of course.

“Kelly? Are you ready?” Jessie inquired. When I looked up, Jessie had already gotten on the bed and was facing upwards, propped up on her forearms with her legs open waiting for me to find me place between them. Lacey slapped my ass hard and nudged me towards the bed.

“She’s waiting for you, don’t disappoint. Also, don’t just dive in, I want a little show first,” Lacey said.

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[This is a continuation of the “job interview” role-play game with the two City College of New York students described in Chapter 1. The time period is September / October 1975. Just to be clear, the narrator had overlapping relationships with the two girls mentioned in the story, Michelle and Andrea.]

*****

Prologue: A Midweek Date with Michelle

I did have a date during the week, but it was with the real Michelle. She knew I liked her alter-ego Erica so she arrived with her hair bun, most of the make-up and the black-rimmed glasses. Instead of a causal student look she had a blazer and a pair of slacks that would have fit the office job Erica had.

When we got back to her apartment in Queens I told her a story about my virginal freshman year. We were sitting on her couch as I said, “You remember my friend Paul, the ‘other Paul,’ as I call him?” She nodded.

I said, “Ok, since last year he’s been up at Boston University. He has a girlfriend named Lisa who was in high school with us. Last spring I was traveling up there on Amtrak to visit him; Lisa and my friend Mark were with me. We’re in the front section of one of those TurboTrains.”

“Yeah? I’ve never caught one of those.”

“So Lisa contrives somehow – it’s somehow necessary for her to sit on my lap for a few minutes. Which is, like . . .”

“Oh I get it, I completely get it.”

“Then she needs to sit on Mark’s lap for a while. I actually said, ‘Would you sit on my lap again?’ and she did for a little while.”

“Paul, she was really playing you. Maybe she didn’t quite know what she was doing, but I doubt that. And it really isn’t nice, it isn’t proper for a lady to place her hindquarters on a gentleman’s lap unless she’s truly serious about it all. So what is she like?”

“She’s on the short side, dark hair, nothing really unusual about her. She grew up in the same Bronx neighborhood where I’m living now.”

Michelle asked, “Was she just sitting there or did she did she really grind it in?”

“She was just sitting, making small talk.”

“So how stiff were you?”

“Sit on my lap and find out.”

“I see, you’ve got to get this Lisa out of your system.”

“Do we have anything here that resembles an Amtrak seat?”

“Probably this sofa would do. Was she wearing pants or a skirt?”

“Blue jeans, I remember.”

“I’ve got slacks on, that should work.”

She moved over and sat down on my lap; I put my arms around her waist.

“Did you hold her like this?”

“I don’t think so. I wanted to show I was, proper?”

She leaned over and pretended to talk to another passenger. “Excuse me, do you have a timetable I could look at?”

Then she started moving around on me while singing, “You leave the Pennsylvania Station at a quarter to four, read a magazine and you’re in MetroPark . . .”

“It’s Baltimore.”

“Yes but the trains are much slower now. Anyway, I’m getting the Lisa perspective on this. I can feel your erection right against my ass.”

That was my perspective on the train ride too.

She said, “You should have called her bluff on that. She was really being a tease.”

“How would I do that?”

“Just say, ‘Lisa, you have a really nice behind.’ Low-key, off the cuff.”

“What if she got insulted?”

“She was the one who went to you. I’m curious, what did she say about all this?”

“Not much. And in the aftermath I forgot.”

She started moving more vigorously on me, ” ‘Paul, I really can’t find a seat in the appropriate location for me. This damn Amtrak! You don’t mind if I plant my shapely little Bronx girl buttocks on your crotch, do you?’ And then, ‘you’re not a gentleman! You’ve got a boner!’ “

“Michelle, I would ride anywhere with you like this.”

“So where are we now?”

“Ah, New London, Connecticut?”

“Are we going to or from Boston?”

“I don’t know and I really don’t care.”

******

Erica Again

We worked out the role-play scenario so that her character Erica would phone me to confirm the Sunday appointment. On Saturday I answered the phone and heard a voice that was familiar yet different.

“Paul? It’s Erica Keller. I was calling about our meeting tomorrow.”

I tried to pick out what was distinctive about her voice. It seemed breathier, more softly-pitched than Michelle’s way of speaking. Michelle’s style was more direct, matter-of-fact.

We went into a couple of details about my appointment. She gave no hint about the intense sex we had had on her own desk a week ago. Could she really compartmentalize events like that?

On Sunday evening I was back on the tenth floor of the West 25th Street loft building where we worked. Erica’s greeting was türkçe bahis a bit warmer than the last time but she made no move to kiss me or touch me. I noted that her suit was dark gray instead of blue but it seemed to be the same design in a different color. Michelle could confirm that for me later.

I noted a couple of other items. Her shoes had heels but these weren’t the towering ones that had given her trouble last week. The stockings were darker this time. I wondered what the situation was further up her legs. Otherwise Erica was the same as before. I wasn’t sure whether I should be using her first or last name so I said neither.

When we were seated in her office she said, “Let me see your application, please.” So it was going to be all business for the moment.

Since there had never been an actual application what I pulled out was the random piece of paper I had gotten last week. We would improvise whatever needed to be said about it.

She looked through it carefully, occasionally marking something with a pen. Was that the same pen that had been so lovingly treated last time? It seemed to be. There was another prop too; she had a can of soda with a straw sticking out. Was it there so some lipstick could be left on the straw? That was quickly confirmed. A few absent-minded sips later and there was red on the end of said straw.

She asked me inane questions, basically repeating what would already be written there. When she referred to City College I saw an opening to get some information about her. I said, “Excuse me, what school do you go to?”

“I graduated from NYU in June but I’ve been working here since last January.”

That would probably make her about twenty-two. I had already guessed that she must be a couple of years older than Michelle.

After a few minutes of this activity she said, “Ok, very good. I wish you had been a little neater, and I did mark a couple of typos.” She held up the indecipherable paper for me to look at. I didn’t feel like apologizing but she broke in before I could say anything. “Now I’d like for us to go out to the room and you can demonstrate your paste-up skills for me.”

I couldn’t stifle a sigh. What a pointless, time-wasting activity this was going to be. This was a skill I had already been using at work for months.

For those that may not remember the bygone 1970s, this was when photo-offset printing was still in common use. In later decades page layout went completely digital with programs like QuarkXPress and then Adobe InDesign. The 1970s were partially an analogue period with pages laid out on big pieces of cardboard called “camera copy.”

Once in the paste-up room she guided me to a project I had actually been working on the previous Saturday morning. I sat on the stool facing a steeply-sloped table, with the boards, waxed corrections, and proofs I would need spread out. She perched on the stool next to me. There was a little ledge along the bottom of the table and she put her soda can on that.

I glanced over at her; she seemed expressionless. Her knees were held tightly together. I visualized pulling her legs apart and finding out what the story was up there.

I picked up an X-Acto knife to start cutting the laminated paper with the corrected lines. These were waxed, not glued, so pieces could easily be pulled up and moved. Within a few moments Erica started talking to me and it was apparent that conversation was the real point of us being here.

“You learned paste-up at that college newspaper, right?” This was on both the résumé and the “application.” We had discussed it as least twice already.

There was nothing to say except, “Yes that’s right.” Then the questions started to get loaded.

“Paul, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

I didn’t say anything. I know from this point on I wasn’t looking at the project.

“What I wanted to know is, do you have a girlfriend right now?”

I decided to keep it simple. “There was this girl for a while last year, her name was Andrea, or I called her Andie.”

“You said ‘for a while.’ What happened?”

I briefly went through the true story of her returning fiancé, a story Michelle already know all about. In fact Andrea and Michelle were now on the student paper together. I was the one who had invited both of them to join. If God protects children and fools, He must have protected me because no drama had resulted from this recklessness.

“This was last year? How long were you with her?”

I doubled it, “Four months.”

Erica didn’t have all the data, but I guessed that she was calculating approximately how much time had gone by since I had been with a woman. Well, iddaa siteleri this assumed that last week didn’t count.

I decided to add some poignancy to the situation, “I should tell you, she was the first girlfriend I ever had.” That happened to be true too.

“Oh wow, really?” She looked at me with genuine concern. I felt a surge of affection for her. I tried to remind myself, this is Michelle, this is actually Michelle.

I had to find out some of her story, “Erica?” She smiled; we were on a first name basis it seemed. “Erica, do you have someone significant in your life now?”

I could see a moment of hesitation, then pain on her face. “It’s been quite a while, about a year and a half now.” I could sense her sadness. She was a bit self-important at work, but yet – there had to be men who would gladly have her. I knew I would – hadn’t I already?

These damn roles; reality and fantasy kept getting confused. And yet I was always eager for the next psychodrama.

I decided to lighten up the game, “Hey, I’m sorry about your pantyhose last week.”

She dismissed it with a wave. “No big deal.” She brightened considerably. “I’ve got something much better now. Would you like to see it?”

My brilliant Michelle; she had ambushed me again. I rarely saw these coming.

Before I could respond she said, “Here, take a look.” She stood up and faced the table.

I remembered something similar from Andie when she was on a couch with me in a borrowed apartment. Now it was Erica hiking her skirt up. Michelle had been buying garters and stockings recently as she had proposed way back in January – her new warm weather gear as she called it.

She had a black garter belt with matching garters to hold up her dark stockings. Her panties were on top of these. This was an ample pair of underpants, sheer, tight, and, except for a black strip along the top, transparent.

“It’s got this, I think, fifties-sixties look. Like it?” I managed to look at her face. She was beaming at me.

Instead of answering, I moved to touch her. She dropped he skirt and moved away. “No, no, not right now.” If not now, when? Still, “not right now” implied good things in the very near future.

She was playful now. “Would you like a drink?”

I though she meant a soda. “What kind of drink?”

“I’ve got something here for us.” She retrieved a pint bottle of Jim Beam bourbon planted in the frame of the table. “I know we’re at work but still, it’s after hours now, wouldn’t you say?” I wondered if this was a spankable offense, perhaps one that didn’t require a warning first.

She was back on her stool as she took a swig from the bottle. She handed it to me and I did the same. If it had been a guy I would have shared a bottle just to be polite. With Erica it seemed like fun, sexy fun actually.

It was really time, I felt, to get into some deeper action now, to make a direct approach to her. I put her bottle on the table ledge and stood up. I tried to be very causal about it. My hand cupped her chin. Now all I had to do was come up with a pleasing compliment.

“Erica, you are a very attractive lady.”

Eh, that was a bit too formal; I could have done better. However, I figured that I should move beyond it. I put my arms around her and got ready to kiss her. Michelle always liked whatever bit I used to get her glasses out of the way. Tonight I pushed them to the top of her head.

While kissing her I put my hands beneath her jacket and rubbed her back. This particular session of smooching/necking suited me fine and I could have kept at it for a while.

But Michelle – which person was I dealing with here? Maybe both? Anyway Michelle was going to set the pace here, as always, and the pace had to be sped up. Without comment she reached down to undo my pants and take my cock out. Well, it had to happen eventually and this seemed like as good a time as any.

I tried to reach under her skirt but she said, “No, one thing at a time.” She gently rubbed me. I knew she was capable of getting me off without lubrication.

“Do you like this?”

Well of course I did. “Yes, Erica, it’s so nice.” Keep using her name, I thought.

She then looked perturbed. She did the unladylike action of spitting on her hand and using that to grease the skids. That still wasn’t enough, so she got on her knees and put her mouth on me.

Yes, Michelle, you were always the girl who knew what to do and then followed through on it. She was good at it too. Instead of merely jamming me into her mouth, she had a fine mixture of licking and sucking. Along the way she pulled it out and pointed to her mouth. I knew my instructions were to shoot it in from deneme bonusu veren siteler about an inch away. Meanwhile I liked holding that tight little bun of hair at the back of her head.

Our timing was pretty good. At the right moment I pulled back and did the last strokes with my hand. The first shot was well aimed, the second less so and some got on her face. She giggled; Michelle had never been squeamish when this went awry. Then she went back for some more sucking. The steps going down were almost as good as the ones going up.

When she stood up I did the gentlemanly thing and gave her a handkerchief for a clean-up. I knew what to do next.

I softly said to her, “Time to lose your panties.”

“Definitely, it’s time.”

My hands already under her skirt, lowering them to the floor. I got her back on her stool. My left hand was around her waist to keep her steady and my right hand was between her legs. By this point in my life I knew how women liked to be touched. Here I had that circular motion going around her “joy button” as one of her earlier characters had described it. I didn’t have to quite touch it, just push the area around it. Her expressions and the sounds coming from her let me know I had it right.

I expected to keep going until she came. Perhaps there would be a squirt or two for me to admire. But no, she couldn’t wait. “Come on, put it in me already.” My pants were already down so I could have done so immediately. But her stool was narrow and if she fell off during the heat of the moment it would be a long drop to the floor.

I said, “The couch.”

There was an ugly old green leatherette couch under one of the windows. In a few seconds we were on that with me on top. She did that Michelle thing I liked so much, digging her heels into my back and ass. And we made a lot of noise. Anybody coming in the front door would have known immediately what was going on back here.

Afterwards we spent a minute or two lying there with our own thoughts. I broke the silence, “So, do you think I’m getting the job?” This was the job I had already been doing for months.

“Of course, hon, if you want the job it’s yours.” She used “hon” again; that definitely was not a Michelle term.

I said, “I noticed that you never said anything . . .” How should I phrase this? “I mean about what we did last week.”

“I’m sorry, I should have. I get distracted by practical matters sometimes. But yes, it was truly wonderful.” I thought it best to not to mention the other part, the bare-assed spanking she gave me.

She then sent me a very serious look, “Paul, would you be my boyfriend? I’d really like that.” Wasn’t I already her boyfriend? There were two timelines for that: one week for Erica, eleven months for Michelle. I thought that not only was the job mine if I wanted it, so was Erica.

I said, “Sure I’d love to be your boyfriend.” And I love you too?

As we kissed I clarified some insights about her. There was some of Michelle in Erica, but there was some of Erica in Michelle too. She had used role playing before to reveal different aspects of herself. This time I was being shown that she had experience with loss, longing, and loneliness. Her confident New York girl side was a real part of her, but she also was vulnerable in ways I hadn’t seen before.

There was also a secondary issue for which I was being clued in by her new appearance and clothes. She was imagining a more mature version of herself and how she wished to present that. I wanted to discuss all this but I couldn’t until after the game was ended. Fortunately Michelle was an expert at devising an exit.

Erica said, “It’s really time for you to go. I have to stay here a bit longer to catch up on some things.”

When we started out of the room she said, “Damn, I almost forgot these.” She retrieved her underpants from the floor and smiled at me while putting them on.

She gave me a warm hugs and kisses send-off at the door. “See me soon, please?”

“Wednesday evening ok?”

“I can do that.”

“Bye.”

“Erica. . .”

She gave me an aching look that I wished I didn’t have to witness. In the elevator on the way down I felt bad about having to leave now. Then I thought, get a grip, this is ridiculous.

I hoped Michelle would come down quickly and she did. I said, “Michelle, what are you doing to me?”

“I’m sorry, I know how intense these things can get. But I’m here for you right now.”

I felt better and I put my arm around her waist. “You’ve also got that amazing underwear.”

She patted her hip, “I knew that would be a big hit.”

“I think I have some ideas about you now, I’d call it what you are telling me about yourself through Erica.

“I think I know what you mean. Let’s get something to eat and we can talk about it.”

During dinner I found out that I guessed exactly what she had been thinking regarding loneliness and her image of her own future.

*****

[Chapter 3 will be about a different game.]

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This is the story of a friend that is flying in from across country to spend time with me while I drive back home. Hope you like it. I tried to get the flow of the story and grammar correct but if you have any constructive criticism, feel free to comment. Thanks.

*****

I’m picking you up at the airport after not seeing you for four years and reconnecting, only, a few months ago. Getting off the plane, a tall, muscular dark haired beauty walked my way. Last time I saw you, you were just a friend. This time you are my wet dream, my sex toy. You walked right up to me and we kiss, right there in front of everybody. It was a deep, long, hot kiss; the kind that makes other people jealous. They stared as months of pent up sexual aggression was being let out in one moment.

We didn’t even make it out of the airport before I had to have you. You’ve been driving me wild for months through pictures, texts, calls and vide chat. I wasn’t waiting any longer. We took the elevator down to baggage claim. I didn’t give a fuck if there was a camera on it; I pushed you up against the wall and kissed you hard. I grabbed you around the waist and pulled you close. I grabbed your firm, sexy ass, picked you up and pinned you to the elevator wall. You wrapped your legs around me like I knew they would be several times this trip. As the doors opened, I put you down and we walk out hand in hand.

On the way to baggage claim, we walked by a family restroom and I had a great idea to pushed you inside. I locked the door and we went at it. Kissing as I undid my belt and pants, I then told you to get on your knees and get my cock hard and wet because I was putting it in you. Without a word, you did just that. My god, I could spend all day getting my dick sucked by you but that’s not why we were here. I told you to stop and helped you up, then spun you around so your hands were on the sink looking into the mirror at me. I released the button of your jeans and pulled your pants and very wet panties down to your ankles. I spread your legs as wide as they would go and slid my finger into your wet pussy. You were ready and my cock was hard. With one hand over your mouth and the other around your neck to stop you from making any noise, I thrust my cock into you pussy in one motion. I could hear your moans muffled by my hand and I give your throat a not so gentle squeeze.

I wanted to pound your pussy but I focused on not making noise. The temptation to slap your ass was overwhelming but I kept some kind of control. Smoothly and quickly I slide in and out of you, while whispering in your ear how much of a slut you are and how I wanted you to play with your clit so you could cum on my cock in this airport bathroom. I whisper to you that I’m going to cum deep in your pussy and then pull her panties back up so you can sit in your wetness and my cum until we make it to the hotel. I can feel the effect this has on you. You’re dripping on my cock and my leg. I love it.

I can feel you touching your clit like a woman in heat. Your fingertips hit my cock every time you rub yourself. It’s fast and rough but I can feel you beginning to tense up, I can see the look on your face. Your eyes are closing; the muscles in your shoulders are getting tight. You’re biting your lip. It is so sexy to watch you as I take you from behind. You’re close! So am I, your orgasm is going to make me cum… Hard! I tighten my grip on your mouth, and neck. I give your pussy a few more deep thrusts and then I feel it. I clamp down on your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping. You’re coming hard. I continue thrusting as you spasm, trying to keep you quiet. I can’t take it anymore and I start to orgasm. I keep pressure on your mouth and use my other hand to pull your body close into mine. I bite your shoulder as I cum, oh my god, it’s amazing. Every time your body tenses up for your orgasm, it makes me cum more. I didn’t think I was going to stop but finally we both are leaning over the sink, done with our orgasms, my cock still hard and deep inside you.

I slowly pull out of you, and pull your panties and jeans up. As I fasten your button and zip up your jeans, I tell her how dirty you are for bedava bahis letting me cum in you and how it will slowly leak out of you during our trip. You say you’ll love it and can’t wait for more. I can’t wait to give you more, there is a reason that you’ve been my fantasy for so long and we’ve just hit the tip of the iceberg. We make ourselves look presentable, then exit the bathroom. Not sure if anybody heard, don’t really care either. We walk to baggage claim, then out the doorway to parking and start our road trip.

The trip has been going pretty smoothly. Traffic hasn’t been too bad but, being northern assholes; we’ve still been cussing at every other driver on the road. We’ve kept a steady conversation going, kind of surprising since we have been talking almost every day for three months. You’ve been teasing me like crazy since we left the airport. My dick is damn near breaking through my pants and you keep going. You lightly touch my thigh, nibble on my earlobes as I drive and whisper in my ear about how much cum is in your panties.

We make it about four hours into the ten hour drive and stop for the day. I pick a nice hotel and we take a quick shower to wash off the drive, then head down to eat at the bar. Sitting next to each other close, we can’t keep from touching each other. Under the table you grip my cock and slowly stroke it. I can’t help but leak precum all over your hand, which you promptly lick off of your fingers. I get the check and we go back to the room. There is much that we need to take care of. My cock is ready to explode and you are going to get covered in cum.

When we get back to the room, I come up from behind you and whisper in your ear how much you’ve turned me on and how much I want to use your body. You tell me how wet you are but I’m not ready to touch your pussy. I’m going to fuck your mind before I fuck your body. You’re going to soak through your panties long before I even pull my cock out.

I reach around you and unbutton your jeans slowly, telling you everything that’s about to happen to you in very dirty details. I unzip you pants and slide them off of her body, running my hands down the back of your sexy, muscular legs on the way. I can hear your breathing quicken and a light moan escape your lips as I do. We don’t have to be quiet anymore and I want to make you scream.

You’re wearing cheeky panties. They are black with a little pink bow on the front right on the elastic band. I can see a wet spot; let’s see how much wetter I can get you. Still behind you, I tell you to put two fingers in your panties and in your pussy. I suck and nibble on the base of your neck as you play with yourself without question. Then I tell you to put your fingers in my mouth so I can taste you. I’ve only dreamed about how you taste, I’m excited to finally get the chance as you reach your two fingers over your shoulder and put them in my mouth. You taste exactly how I thought you would. You’re sweet, clean, sticky and perfect. I want nothing more but to bury my face between your legs and have your cum on my lips.

When I’m done sucking on your fingers, I take off your shirt and bra, so I can fully see your perfect body. I walk around you studying you. Your two children haven’t affected how sexy you are. You have long black hair showing your Ecuadorian roots. You have beautiful light brown/hazel eyes. Your lightly freckled cheeks are almost hidden from how much you are blushing. Usually, I get to see your slightly crooked smile showing your perfect teeth, but now you are panting heavily with anticipation and lust.

As I walk around you, I take in the back muscles leading into the shoulder muscles and arms. You have a tattoo over your left shoulder and on each of your hips, as well as a belly button ring. Your body is a work of art and I want to trace every curve of it with my tongue. Your ass and legs are strong, as I come behind you again; I run my hand over your pussy through the gap between your thighs. You’re panties are even wetter than before.

I pull your panties up, exposing your ass to me and tell you to bend over and put your hands on the bed. You are going to be casino siteleri punished. You’ve told me “no” one too many times today. But this is only going to be partly punishment. The other part will be me letting you know that you are mine. You think you’re a big woman and compared to other woman you are. But I am almost a foot taller than you and 80 lbs heavier. I am one of the few people in your life that makes you feel small. And, unlike other men, I am going to make you feel like a woman. I am going to worship your entire existence, get to know you deeper than any other person and take control of your mind and body.

My first spank is relatively light. I hit you right where your butt meets your legs, just enough to redden your cheek; then the other cheek. I alternate cheeks with my spanks getting progressively harder, always in the same spot. I want you to feel it the next day. I want to make sure you remember everything. Your breathing quickens in between spanks, but stops when you begin anticipating. Your moans become cries as I hit you harder. You ass is reddening well, so I take a break and go to the ice bucket to grab a piece of ice. You remain with your hands on the bed; you stay there either for fear of getting spanked worse for moving or because couldn’t sit down anyways. I lightly rub my fingertips over your butt and use the ice cube to cool you down. You cry out in relief as I do, you sound as if you are having a mini orgasm. I see you biting your lower lip as I do all of this, so I know you like it.

I’m done spanking you. I kiss each of your ass cheeks and leave them with a little bite as I take off your very wet panties. Your red, smooth skin tastes so good, I can’t wait to have more. You’re out of breathe, so I think it’s a good time to start being nice to you.

I turn you around and take off my shirt. The body you’ve been staring at in pictures for months is right in front of you, waiting for you. I tell you to get on your knees and take my pants off. You obey immediately, your hands trembling as they take my belt off and undo my jeans. My very hard cock springs out from my pants right into your face and waiting mouth. You take it in your mouth, right to the base. Now, it’s my turn to tremble. You are not used to somebody else being in control and fuck you just took control of the situation. But, I’m not letting it go that easily. You bob up and down on my hard cock for a few minutes, pulling it out to lick my balls and up the shaft to my head. Then, right back into your mouth, deepthroating me hard. I grab both sides of your head and start fucking your face. I pull your head back until I’m barely in your mouth then pull you back until my cock hits the back of your throat again. I’m rough with you. I told you I would be.

I grab your hair and pull you away from me and look into your eyes. You’re slightly teary from the face fucking, but the look of lust is burning a hole into me. You’re breathing heavily, you tell me you want to my cock inside of you but I want to hear you beg for it. “Please, please put you cock in me.” How can I say no to that? I tell you to get my cock nice and ready for your pussy then get on the bed on all fours. You spit on my cock before putting it back in your mouth and you get it as wet and slippery as possible. That may have been one of the hottest things that has ever happened to me.

You position yourself on all fours at the foot of the bed so I can stand and slide right into your waiting, wet pussy. I have to taste, so I drop to my knees and lick your pussy from behind. I slide my tongue up into your ass, also. I get a response from that, so you must enjoy it or nobody has ever done it to you before. Maybe it’s because my hands are gripping your sensitive, red cheeks while I continue to lick you from pussy to ass over and over. You taste so good.

I’m ready to be inside of you so I stand up staring at the beautiful body presented in front of me. You’re looking back into my eyes, glancing down at my cock waiting for me, still biting your lip. I start very slow. I begin with very short thrusts, getting longer and deeper as I pick up the pace. My hands bahis siteleri are in your hair pulling it into a long black pony tail. Besides my cock, this is my sole attachment to your body. I know how much you like a little pain with your pleasure and use your hair as leverage to slam you’re your pussy. You do not have to keep quiet this time, and you don’t even try.

Every time I bury my cock into your wet pussy you can feel the spankings you got earlier. I beat my body against the redness of your ass as I try to punish you. I can be very soft and gentle but, now, I just want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so hard that I hurt you. You seem to be thinking the same way because you are slamming you body back into me.

The moaning, grunts and groans we’re making are loud. I’m spitting out a variety of lust ridden curses that I can barely control. I tell you how much I love being inside of you, how much of a fucking slut you are, how much I can’t wait to cum all over you. I have no idea if the words coming out of my mouth even make sense but your screams tell the story. Fleeting thoughts pop into my head, hoping there are no people staying next door. Hoping there are no kids asking what the noise is next door. But in the end, I don’t care. The only thing in my world right now is you.

I stop. I push my cock as far into you as I can, lean over and wrap my arm around your neck. You start to tell me to fuck you harder. You get half way through the sentence when I flex my arm choking you. I believe it was you who said, “Jokes on you, I like to be choked.” Now jokes on you, I’m choking you and about to abuse your pussy. I can feel your body tighten up as I pick up my pace. I give you several hard thrusts while my arm remains tight around your neck. I can feel you wanting to cry out but I don’t relax my hold on your neck.

To give myself a break, I roll you onto your back. I bend over on my knees and start kissing your inner thighs. I slowly make my way up to you clit, through your red and swollen pussy lips. I blow on it lightly, before I kiss and lick it. The friction on my hard cock and your wet pussy has changed the taste but I still can’t get enough of it. I alternate between kissing, licking and sucking on your clit and pussy. I venture as far as licking the wetness off of your inner thigh and kissing you all over. This is place that I want to be a lot. Having me head buried between these strong, tight, muscular thighs is somewhere I’d like to be often. I’d tell you how much but I’d rather just show you. I push you up on the bed as I continue licking you and prepare to reenter you.

I put your legs against my shoulders and spread them far enough apart for you to get your fingers in there. You play with your clit as I slide in and out of you. I want you to cum on my cock before I cum all over you. I slide in and out steadily over and over again while you play with your clit. You feel incredible as I stare into your eyes. Our gaze remains on each other until your eyelids involuntarily close with you orgasm. I can feel it coming, your whole body tenses up and I grab your throat. You are strong, your body tries to push me away as I fight to keep myself in your pussy. I don’t stop, I like the fight. I step up my thrusts again, so I can keep that orgasm going. Finally, it subsides and I take my hand off of your neck. I keep my rhythm going after your orgasm but now I’m so close that I can’t even begin to stop mine.

While still inside of you, I prop myself up to a half standing, half squatting position and grab your biceps. Your legs are still propped up over my shoulders, and I’m going to pound your pussy until I cum. Now, it isn’t about you, it is totally about me. I roughly thrust my cock into you using your arms to pull me deeper and deeper until I can’t take it anymore and I have to cum. I pull my hard cock out of you and stand over you, as I cum all over your sexy body. The first couple spurts land in your hair and chin as you watch me. I aim for your chest and abs and finish off cumming on your pussy and legs. As you stare up at me, I continue to stroke my cock. Your cum covered body is so sexy. I can’t get enough of you.

I tell you not to move and leave to go to the fridge and grab you a rocks glass of tequila. I pour it and bring it back to you to drink still covered in cum. While you do I, bend down and blow cool air on you hot pussy before I give it a nice soft kiss and lick it softly while you drink.

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Brunette

May had just finished her sophomore year of college and she was so excited because she had the whole summer ahead of her to spend with Doug, the guy she’d been dating.

In the past Doug was so busy that the only time he made for her was in the library or in bed. May would go back to her dorm every day and complain to her friend Adam about how inattentive Doug was. But now, Doug and May were both going to be in Boston, and she would get to see him every day.

After school ended Doug went home for a week and May stuck around for a week to clean dorms for some extra cash. Adam stayed too, so she knew they would have a lot of fun.

Adam had been one of her best friends for two years. They would tell each other every sordid detail about each others lives. Adam told her about all his sexual escapades… nothing shocked May about men after that. Adam was the first one May told about losing her virginity to Doug. He was always there for her. When she was feeling down, they would go and play Frisbee in the quad or snuggle up in bed for a short nap and a nice talk.

Their work week started off slowly. May was on her hands and knees all day washing the floors, just wondering what Doug was doing. When she got off work at night, she’d call him right away, but he’d never have time to talk. So May would hang out with Adam until it was time for them both to go to bed.

May and Adam both had work at 7 AM and they were both consistently late. So May thought it’d be best for them to sleep in the same bed so they could wake each other up. They had been friends for over two years so she didn’t think twice about it; she’d slept near Adam plenty of times before. Adam would wrap his strong arms around her waist and press himself against her lean body. Adam liked it too; May was really soft to touch. May would feel safe and sleep like a doll. Doug hated when she did this, but Adam was her friend and she enjoyed it.

After her fourth long day of work, May was exhausted. All she wanted was to slip into a little thong and her gray sweatpants and crawl into bed. She put a shirt and bra on though, so Adam wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

He hadn’t gotten back from work yet, so she sat on his bed and just closed her eyes. May never realized how good Adam’s bed smelled. Just the thought of him lying with his arms around her made her tense up and blood rush between her legs. “What’s going on?” she thought to herself.

She regained her composure just as Adam walked in. She sat up quickly and flashed a big white smile. She had never seen him look so enticing. He towered above her in bed and a rugged 5 o’clock shadow was adorning his strong defined jaw. Adam thought May looked especially cute, in her simple sweatpants, no makeup. His roommate had called her a natural beauty once and Adam agreed wholeheartedly.

Adam leapt onto the bed, like he had so many times before, and pulled May down with him. She ran her fingers through his Sahabet soft hair as he started regaling her with a hilarious story about his psycho boss. His hot breath danced along her cheek and May shivered in delight. Was she actually attracted to Adam?

The thought of Doug suddenly popped into her head and she grabbed her cell phone from the bed table to call him. “Sorry May, I’m really busy right now, call me again tomorrow?” Typical. May got off the phone and returned to Adam’s warm embrace. It was almost midnight and they are both exhausted, so he turned out the lights.

Adam’s bed was barely big enough to hold the both of them, so May shifted around to get comfortable. She turned around so his chest was pressing up lightly against her back. Suddenly, she noticed his long, hard dick brush against the back of her thigh. She moved away quickly so Adam wouldn’t notice. But he felt it, and he knew she did too.

Soon, May became mindful of other sensations. Every time Adam’s hot breath swept the back of her neck, chills rushed down her spine all the way down to the moistening folds of her pussy.

Thoughts of Doug kept running through her mind. She’d been dating him for a year! He hated her sleeping in the same bed with other guys, especially with Adam. May spun around quickly. She couldn’t handle Adam’s breath on her anymore. It was driving her crazy.

She was facing him now and saw him looking at her. Not knowing what to do she giggled uncomfortably, but he kept looking. May closed her eyes and pretended she didn’t notice Adam’s lustful stare. He grabbed her thigh and pulled her over him like a blanket. She could feel his leg pressing up against her clit and she almost came right there.

She could feel Adam inching his lips closer and closer to hers. His bottom lip brushed against hers and all she wanted to do was rip his pants off and fuck him. But she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t. She’d been dating Doug for a year… that’s a long time.

She unhinged her legs from him and scooted as far as she could away from him to the other edge of the bed. Adam took her arm and firmly yanked her back. She was surprised by his forcefulness. Adam pulled her into him and kissed her delicately.

It was amazing, and she wanted more. But she pulled back, knowing that what she was doing was wrong. She could never cheat on someone, no matter who it was with. But Adam took her by the hair and drew her back into his soft lips. She couldn’t resist. She melted into him.

May tilted her head slightly and rolled on top of him, grinding her hips into his hard cock. She could feel it now, long and firm, just rubbing against her clit and driving her wild. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, pinning her down to the bed by her wrists. As she struggled, playfully, to get free he kissed her up and down her neck and whispered incomprehensibly into her ear.

The struggling only got her hotter and Sahabet Giriş wetter. He grabbed her by the waist and pinned her against the wall. May wrapped her legs around him as his manhood pushed her further into the wall.

She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she just couldn’t stop. She was telling herself, “This is wrong! This is strange! You shouldn’t be doing this…not with Adam…think of Doug, how would he feel? What if he found out?” But her body wouldn’t let her stop. She was addicted to him already; every touch from him made her fingertips tingle.

In a fit of kissing she ripped off his shirt and ran her nails along the length of his smooth muscular back. Adam put his hands down her sweatpants and caressed the soft skin of her inner thighs. You could see the wild look in his eyes. There was going to be more, and it was going to be great.

He threw her down and ripped off her pants and shirt in one swift motion, leaving her in just a red bra and a little matching thong. She had a half smile on her face that was timid, confused, and curious; all wrapped up into an innocence that made him mad with lust.

He reached behind her and, in a classic move of college boy eagerness, fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Adam laughed and threw his face into her chest in playful frustration. She reached back to help and his eyes lit up at the pleasant surprise before him, two perfectly round breasts. He gave each one a kiss and exclaimed with a tone befitting a giddy school boy, “You’re pretty cute, May!”

May smiled with appreciation. Back to business. May reached down and took the band of Adam’s boxers, slowly teasing them off of him, brushing the fabric ever so slightly against the head of his cock.

Adam lied down so his penis was at full mast and May was drawn like a magnet to it. Salty and glistening with pre-cum, she couldn’t help but lick it off. She loved the sensation of warm cock in her mouth. She kissed him once more on the lips and then slide down his chest.

He looked down at her as she reached between his legs and ran her tongue up the underside of his penis, starting at his balls, all the way up to the head. Her hair spilled onto his leg, brushing him slightly at every undulation of her body. Then she took it in, all of it, and Adam threw his head back in sheer delight.

May liked to take it in deep and suck up and down, flicking the head with her tongue and massaging his balls with her hand. She could feel the cloth from her thong moisten as every thrust of his penis turned her on more and more.

She wanted to go on forever, licking up and down, and taking his balls into her mouth; but Adam grabbed her silky black hair and pulled her up to him. He was kneeling in the middle of the bed, his cock pointing towards her, just inviting May to ride it. She came up and straddled him and kissed him passionately again.

She could feel his cock, lubricated by Sahabet Güncel Giriş her mouth, just pressing up against her clit through her thong. She lifted her legs straight up into the air and slowly slid the red thong up to her ankles and tossed them aside with one swift flick of her foot. Adam tilted his head slightly and he ran his rough stubble on her soft leg. She shrieked, “Ouch!” Adam laughed and grabbed her hips and pulled her against him.

They were straddling each other now and kissing madly. The tip of his cock flicked against her clit and then slipped into her so easily. Her body was ready for it; she was so wet and he was so hot neither of them could contain themselves any longer.

But May sat up and pulled him out quickly. “I can’t do this!” she whispered with a look of concern on her face. Adam looked disappointed and then brushed his hand against her cheek and said, “Alright.”

As Adam’s hand was running along her face May took it and guided his fingers into her mouth. She couldn’t help it; all she wanted was to suck on him. She was still straddling him and his cock was resting right outside her hot and expectant vagina. Adam slipped back in; he fucked her deep and fast.

May stopped talking. She couldn’t help it anymore; all she wanted was to fuck him. She couldn’t think about anything else, not Doug, not work the next day, nothing but Adam’s glistening body and his cock penetrating her again and again. It was a moment that they both wanted to last forever, a moment that they would both savor and return to in lonely nights thereafter.

She lay on her back with her ankles are up over Adam’s shoulders. He fucked her slowly and gently and he then pulled out entirely. She sat there squealing in anticipation until she couldn’t take it any more and started screaming, “Please! I want it, I’m begging you!” Adam couldn’t take it either, he loved taunting her, but in truth, his captain missed the amazing sensation of being inside her. He closed his arms around her and gave her one hard thrust and May has to bite her lip to muffle her screams.

She’d never gone so long or felt so good before. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the sun coming up over the trees. “What time is it?” she asked as she reached up and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. But before she could glance at the clock Adam flipped her over onto her knees and grabbed her by the hips. She forgot all about the time.

Adam was in total control, he would go as fast, slow, or hard as he wanted, and her ponytail was bouncing along with his every motion. It felt amazing. They were both breathing heavily and moaning uncontrollably and then all of a sudden he rammed her faster and his rhythm became more sporadic. May screamed in delight as she felt him about to explode in her. Unexpectedly, she felt a heat rising from within herself too. She reached back to desperately grab his hand and they came together with a loud gasp.

Adam leaned forward and kissed the trembling May ever so softly on the lips. They stared into each other’s eyes and let out a satisfied sigh before laughing and falling onto the pillow in a warm embrace. Suddenly, the alarm went off: 6:45AM… time for work.

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The room is dark, only lit by a small amount of moonlight coming though the partly covered window. You’re standing there in your black lace bra and panties, looking at yourself in the mirror. The way the light hits your body, you look like a goddess. I take my time looking you up and down.

You catch me looking at you and smile. I walk over, put my hand on the small of your back and pull you close. I grab your ass as I lift you up and kiss you deeply, you return the passionate kiss and wrap your legs around me. I feel you grind your hips on me as we make out. I walk us to the bed and lay you down. I leave your lips and start kissing down your body, stopping at your breasts for a moment. I continue down to your pussy and breathe on it.

You’re aroma is amazing. I lean in and lick the outside of your panties. I hear a slight moan. I grin and move your panties aside. Pressing my tongue against your pussy I slowly lick upwards to your clit. I look Sahabet up as you throw your head back. I begin to lick you as I use my hand to play with your clit. I see you grab and squeeze at your trapped breasts.

As I continue to lick and rub your pussy the moans get louder, your starting to squirm. I can tell you’re almost there. I take two fingers and slide them in your wet pussy, driving you over the edge. You scream out in pleasure, falling to the bed. After you catch a breath you look up and say.

“Fuck me. I need your cock inside me.”

Before I can respond you sit up and start ripping off my shirt. We stand up and you remove my clothes, push me down onto the bed and take a step back. You slowly remove your bra and panties, then crawl onto the bed and straddle me. With a coy look in your eye you ask.

“Are you ready for the night of your life?”

I sit up and smile as I pull you close. I kiss you as you lower Sahabet Giriş yourself onto my cock. You let out this amazing moan and I whisper in your ear.

“Let the night begin.”

I lay back and watch as you start to bounce on my hard, pulsing cock, up and down. You start to speed up when I grab you and thrust up deep into you. I speed up and you moan out.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes! Just like that baby! Fuck this dirty little girl! Oh god! I’m gonna cum! Make me cum…….OH YES!!!!!!!”

You fall onto me and I kiss your forehead. You look up to me.

“Ready for round two, stud?”

You get off me and slide down to my cock. You look up at me as you slide my cock into your mouth. It feels amazing, watching you lick your pussy juices off my hard cock. It’s driving me crazy and I feel my balls tighten.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet.” You respond. Pulling my cock from your mouth and winking.

You Sahabet Güncel Giriş get up, turn around and bend over.

“Now fuck me like the bad girl I’ve been.” You say looking over your shoulder.

I get up and position myself behind you. I look into your eyes and spank your ass.

“Mmmmm yes! I’ve been so bad.” You moan out.

I spank you again, harder, you moan louder. Then you feel the head of my cock rub against your pussy. You push back but I pull away. You look over your shoulder as I drive my cock all the way inside you. Your face was incredible. It lit up with this look of surprise, pleasure and complete euphoria.

I start thrusting, slow at first but then faster and harder. We’re both moaning, it’s getting intense.

“I’m going to cum! Fuck baby make this dirty girl cum!!!” You yell out.

I grab your hair and thrust harder.

“Oh FUCK!!! YES! OH MY GOD!!!!” You scream out.

“I’m going to cum.” I moan out.

“Yes baby! Fill me up! I want it bad!” You reply.

I take a few more thrusts and then push deep inside as we both cum together. I pull out and we collapse on the bed together. Both out of breath. I look over to you and ask.

“Ready for round three?”

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The campsite was breathtaking and looked off right onto the lake. Dusk was settling in through the trees, the sky glowed pink over the elms bordering the site. My boyfriend, Aiden and I were finally pleased with our set up of the campsite. We had the tent to the far left, facing the water, and the tarp-covered picnic table was to the right along the tree line. I sat in a red lawn chair that we had set up by the fire pit and glanced at Aiden, kneeling on one knee, trying to spark up some newspaper to get the fire going. He looked at me looking at him and smiled the big Hollywood smile that had me hooked from day one.

Finally, the kindling next to the newspaper sparked up with an orange glow, and the sound of crackling wood echoed through the campsite. Aiden and I settled into our chairs, each with a drink in hand, and watched the hypnotic flames dance. We were drinking quite a few drinks.

He looked at me with a devilish grin and pulled a joint out of his pocket.

“You wanna smoke this with me, babe?” already putting it to his lips and lighting it.

“Yes, I guess we could, why the hell not?” I said back with a smile, pretending like I wasn’t waiting all night for him to suggest smoking the joint I knew he had rolled earlier.

“Twist your arm, eh?” He chuckled back through a cloud of smoke.

He passed it over to me, and I took a deep inhale into my lungs. I wasn’t as much as a seasoned smoker as my boyfriend, so I coughed a few times before passing the joint back to Aiden. We continued puffing on it and then giving it back and forth until it was nothing but a small, smoking nub. I took one last hit off of it and chucked the roach into the fire. Moments after, I felt myself start to feel spacey yet very hungry, and I knew the weed was hitting. I loved that feeling.

Both of us were high and giggling at funny stories we told each other. It was our first time camping together, and we were already having such a good time. I walked to the car’s trunk and pulled out one of our roasting sticks, and placed a hot dog over the prongs. I roasted it until it was crispy but not burnt and put it in a bun. It was not long before I had it scarfed down.

Weed had a few effects on me. The first was the munchies, and the other was severe horniness. Since I had already fulfilled the first need with the hot dog, I started to realize that the other need was making itself known. I felt the wetness between my legs growing from deep within. I stood up with full intentions of getting another beer but ended up leaning towards Aiden for a kiss.

His lips greeted mine, softly at first, and then his rough hands grabbed the sides of my face and pulled me closer into him. Our mouths intertwined, and time seemed to stand still. After three years, his kiss gave me intense butterflies in the depths of my stomach. He pulled back for a split second to look at me with hunger before returning his mouth to mine with great passion. An innocent kiss now was turning into a passionate make-out session. He bit my lower lip hard enough to make a statement that he was in charge.

My body instinctively lowered down onto him, so my legs straddled his lap in the camp chair. I kept my feet firm on the ground to ensure that the cheap chair would not break under the extra body weight. We were chest to chest, and I could feel Sahabet his breath quickening as our mouths worked in unison. He grabbed my left hand and directed it down to his crotch. I could feel his hard cock straining against his shorts, begging for freedom.

Aiden broke the kiss and took a break from as he pulled my ear down to his mouth. In a low growl, he whispered, “do you feel how hard you made me baby? You’re so sexy.”

Hearing him pant with desire made me even wetter. My braless nipples hardened under my sweater. We had talked before about hooking up in public, but we had yet to get even this far into the fantasy due to lack of opportunity and not wanting to be obnoxious in crowds. Although it was dark under the night sky, it was still sexy to be rubbing him where anyone could walk by and see. I stroked him over his jeans and felt his full-length straining against the zipper. He groaned quietly, and I could feel him twitch against my hand. I wasn’t even in his pants yet, and I knew I was driving him crazy.

One of Aiden’s hands snaked up the back of my hoodie and almost instantly went around front and found my tits while the other grabbed my ponytail with a tug. He took my hard nipple in between his finger and thumb and rolled it around. He pulled on it, and my pain tolerance heightened, as it always did when I was turned on. It sent chills down my spine right down to my crotch, which was becoming more and more soaked.

I opened the zipper of his jeans and finally freed his swollen manhood from his shorts and boxers. I fondled his heavy balls in one hand and continued stroking him with the other. A drop of liquid appeared at the head of his cock, and I wiped it and brought it directly to my extended tongue. I made a show of enjoying his precum, and Aiden moaned again, this time more audibly. I seductively placed the same finger to my lips and shushed him in a way to remind him to be quiet even though hearing his throaty groans brought me closer and closer to jumping him right there.

Before I knew it, his mouth left mine again, and his hands lifted my sweater to expose my uncovered chest. He did not take my shirt off, but it was bunched around my shoulders, and my double D tits hung in his face. He looked me in my eye as he took my right nipple slowly into his mouth. He sucked it and flicked it with his tongue. It was now my turn to moan, and I grabbed his head, pushing my breast further into his mouth. I knew there would be a hickey right above my nipple from the way he was sucking the skin. He bit the pink bud playfully, and my body rolled against him. Subconsciously, I began grinding into his hard cock, rocking back and forth on his hardness.

By now, my cunt was dripping. I could practically smell my sex. I needed Aiden’s fingers in me. He instinctively was on the same page and moved his hand to the back of my thigh. I pulled the material of my shorts and my panties over to one side, and his fingers stroked the velvetiness of my bare lips. He teased me, dancing around the place I needed his fingers most. He would get close to entering me but then would run his hands down my legs again. He was making me insane, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. Finally, two of his fingers entered me with force. His fingers penetrated through the slickness that was gathering Sahabet Giriş at the opening of my slit. I leaned down so he could hear the shallowness of my breathing in his ear.

I ground onto his fingers as he stroked the inside of my soaking wet pussy. He moved his fingers quicker and quicker in me, and I could feel the orgasm building as he was hitting my g-spot with his long fingers. I was gripping on his shoulders and back of his head, just trying to stay sturdy through the immense stimulation. My knees were starting to feel weak, but his fingers were relentless.

“Oh baby, you like me finger fucking you right here like a dirty whore? You like riding my fingers, and anyone could walk by and see me in your tight pussy? You’re such a good little slut, baby.”

I moaned in response, indicating yes to all of his rhetoric questions.

“I am going to cum!” I whispered in the pure ecstasy of the pressure inside plus the dirty talk.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Cum right now! I permit you.”

He knew that I couldn’t help myself when his dominant side came out. My head threw back, and my eyes rolled into my head. With one final stroke of Aiden’s fingers, I came hard just as he wanted. I squirted, and the liquid left my body. It dripped down his hand and down onto his leg, which I was still straddling. Luckily, he had pulled the material of his shorts up because he knew I was a squirter, especially when high.

He laughed, but in a way that showed he was impressed with how hard I had cum. His hard cock bounced from watching my orgasm ripple through my body. My insides tightened and released, his fingers still inside of me. As I came down from my pulsating orgasm, I started back in stroking him up and down. I increased speed and pressure on him.

Aiden rested his head back in the camp chair and closed his eyes, enjoying me jerk him off. I knew just what he liked and what made him squirm. Since his eyes were closed, I decided to surprise him even more. I got up from his lap and kneeled in front of him. The rocks dug into my knees, but it almost was a good pain since I was still so horny. Plus, I knew it would be worth it to please my man.

I took his full penis into my eager little mouth. I sucked him with suction and ran my tongue along the underside of his hard cock. I could feel his veins with my tongue, and I knew that he had saved up his cum for me a few days. His balls were heavy in one hand, and his cock seemed to be getting even harder in the other as I paired my stroking movement with my mouth. I twisted my hands around him, creating friction with salvia coating his cock. I could feel him prodding into my throat. His hands grabbed handfuls of my hair as I looked up into his sexy, blue eyes. I batted my eyelashes up at him in an innocent way, knowing what I was doing to him. I sucked and licked him to when he started spouting out sexy phrases between moans.

“You are going to make me cum right here, holy shit.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Just like that babe holy fuck, you want all this hot cum?”

“My little slut is going to take all my cum down her throat.”

He was gasping for air between moaning whatever words he could muster up.

With desperation to cum, he began throat fucking me and thrust up into my mouth repeatedly. I relaxed my jaw and Sahabet Güncel Giriş let him penetrate me just like he does with my tight cunt. My head was pushed as deep into his lap as it could be and held in place with his hands. With a few more quick flicks from my skilled tongue on his cock’s underside, I felt a hot explosion in my mouth. I counted 9 or 10 pulses, and I could feel the cum filling my mouth. I gagged slightly on Aiden’s shaking member as the hot semen streams hit my uvula with pressure. He moaned loudly now; I was thankful we didn’t have any direct neighbors.

I swallowed his big load and continued looking up at him with my big doe eyes. I wiped a bit of cum from my chin that had dribbled out of my mouth and sucked my finger. He twitched again as his cock began to get hard once more. He knew how much I loved his cum and feeling it run down my throat as I swallowed.

“Get in the tent right now. I need to fuck that sweet pussy.”

Of course, I followed his orders. I walked to the tent and laid down on our air mattress. I heard him extinguishing the fire with what I assumed was a water bottle from the nearby cooler. The wood sizzled loud enough I could hear it from inside the canvas tent. That sound was joined by the sound of the tent zipper opening again. Aiden swooped in the door, and in one swift motion, he had my shorts and underwear tossed to the side. He was attacking me with passion, and it was clear that he needed to be inside of my still wet pussy. His cock was out in his hands, and he stroked it to get it hard as it was outside.

He leaned down, and our lips were connected again. His hard cock was poking at my entrance, and I was already wet enough from my last orgasm that he slid right into me with vigor. He pumped into me, and his cock stretched out my tightness. I could feel his size filling my cunt, but I loosened up to accommodate each thrust with each thrust. His hand closed around my throat as he thrust into me very deep. My legs were open wide, and it felt like he couldn’t be buried any deeper in my pussy. His balls slapped my ass cheeks, and our moans only drowned out the sound of skin on skin. Neither of us could hold back the noises, and other campers probably could hear us. We were too into each other that it didn’t even matter.

The air mattress gave a good flow, and he was leveraging his weight into it, thrusting harder than it felt he ever had. Our bodies were tight to each other, and my nails were digging into his bareback. He pulled himself just about almost out of me and then buried his hard cock deep into my cunt one last time before I felt another orgasm sneaking up on me.

My pussy tightened around him, and that was enough for him too. He filled me with another hot load and circled my clit twice with his finger before I came also. My orgasm was right behind his, and it was even stronger than the first one was out by the fire. My body spasmed around him, and we both panted. He collapsed on top of me and slowly pulled himself out. There was a puddle of both of our cum on the sheet.

Once our breathing was under control, we got out of the tent and brushed our teeth from the water jug, and I cleaned up the jizz out of my vagina. Immediately, as we laid back on the air mattress, both of us drifted off to sleep. I was lying on my sexy man’s chest and fell asleep to his slowing heartbeat. In the morning, we awoke to the birds chirping and the early morning sun shining through the mesh. I rolled over to look at Aiden and felt very much in love with him. This trip would be the first of many camping trips.

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