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Chapter 5, Truck Stop

Jim had given me some places to go to find cock and piss, so that evening, after changing my briefs and putting on jeans and a tee-shirt, along with my collar, of course, I headed for the first one on the list, a truck stop out by the interstate. I’d been there before – they have a pretty good and very inexpensive restaurant – but this time I parked with the big rigs on the far side of the building and used the entrance there.

I walked past the sales counter by the door and through rows of snack foods, personal-care items, and travel-related merchandise. At the back there were two doors marked Men and Ladies, respectively. The Men’s door opened into a dimly lit, dark-carpeted locker room alongside a vast, bright, white-tiled bathroom. There were a dozen sinks, a half-dozen urinals, three toilet stalls, and four showers, each with its own privacy curtain.

There were three men there, one of them naked, drying himself in a shower stall. None of them paid me any attention, so I went to one of the urinals – they’re the kind that go from above waist-height all the way to the floor – and I opened my pants and peed a little. I was at a loss; what do I do now, I wondered. The naked guy had gone out to the lockers without giving me a view of his cock, despite my effort. A couple of guys had come in, used the urinals, washed up at the sink and left. The humidity in the room was a little uncomfortable, only partly mitigated by the barely perceptible aroma of stale urine. I couldn’t just stand around, so I went out and sat on one of the locker room benches closest to the bathroom. A guy stared at my collar and smirked as he passed me in the doorway, raising my hopes a little. I watched as a few guys came and went, but no one spoke to me.

Just as I was contemplating giving up for the time being and going to the restaurant for supper, a guy approached me, coming from the restaurant – he had a carry-out bag. I recognized him as the man I had seen naked. About 5-foot-10, he looked better now that he was dressed with his tight tee-shirt molded to his slim, muscular frame, defining his pecs in the way that his hairy chest had obscured them.

“You’re still here?” he asked in a friendly tone. “Haven’t found what you’re looking for yet?”

“No, sir,” I answered hopefully.

“Are you a faggot?” he asked in a similar tone before I could think of what to say next to keep the conversation going.

“Um…” I started, taken aback for a second. “Yes, I guess so…” I replied cautiously.

“You guess so? Ha-ha,” he laughed pleasantly. “You look like you’re cruising for cock.”

“Yessir, I am.” I said definitively. I liked this guy. “I assume you have one,” I ventured, “I didn’t really get a salihli escort look before.”

“Oh I’ve got one, alright.” he grinned. “Maybe you’d like a taste of it,” he suggested.

“Sounds delicious,” I nodded affirmatively. “Can I drink your piss?” I asked boldly.

“Oh?” He looked me up and down; then his eyes fixed on my collar. “I met a girl here once, had a collar like yours… Couldn’t get enough of my piss! We had a good time…” He paused. Hs eyes narrowed. “Sure, you can drink my piss, but you’ll have to blow me first.” He said it like it was an offer that couldn’t be refused.

He started toward the exit to the store. “C’mon, faggot. We’re going to my truck. It’s the red cab with the orange trailer to the left of the exit. Buy me a 6-pack of Bud Lite and meet me there.”

He was halfway through what looked like a bacon cheeseburger when I climbed into the cab and handed him a beer. He stopped eating and guzzled half the can before finishing the second half of each. “Climb in the back,” he said, belching.

He pulled down his pants and sat on the edge of the bed that stretched the width of the cab. There was just enough room in front of him to kneel between his knees. His cock was standing straight up, six or seven inches, thick and textured with veins, topped with a huge purple knob that looked like a whole mouthful by itself.

It was. I bent my neck to engulf it and immediately I felt a pleasurable urge to suck it, as if it held a much needed refreshment. My tongue mashed and massaged the big fleshy head and he groaned his approval. I felt it swell, filling me tighter and pressing against the back of my throat. He placed a hand on top of my head and pressed it down, forcing my face into his lap and his cockhead into my throat. I spasmed slightly and my eyes teared, but I never choked as I felt him possess me with his cock. He controlled my head, bobbing it up and down, fucking himself with it. He gradually sped up, moving my head faster, up and down his thick shaft, stretching my tingling lips, until he stopped, held my head down, bucked his hips, and shot his wad, a load of cum that went straight into my gullet. It felt good to be used this way.

“You suck a lot of cock?” he asked, which I took as a compliment.

“Nnn-mm” I tried to answer without giving up the softening flesh still filling my mouth. I shook my head. Finally, letting his cock slip from my lips, I articulated, “No, this is only my third.”

“Wow, I’m impressed!” he enthused. “You must be a natural. When did you start?”

“Yesterday,” I replied. “Husband of a friend…”

“Yesterday? So, it’s only your second day and you’ve already done it three times?” He samsun escort looked at me with something akin to admiration.

“Yeah, no, I just wanted to drink his piss, but he also fucked my face,” I explained. “And my ass too!” I grinned sheepishly.

“Well, you’re good at it. I’m going to have to reward you with some serious piss, since you like it so much.” He looked thoughtful. “If you don’t have to go anywhere – I’ve got another eight or nine hours here – whaddaya say we finish off this six-pack together?”

I looked at him quizzically. “I don’t have to go anywhere, but…”

“What I mean is, *I* drink it first; *you* drink it second hand.” He smiled beneficently.

“Oh!” I said, “That sounds nice!” The blowjob had left me quite thirsty.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, stepping out of his pants. He then pulled his shirt off as well.

I stood up as well as I could with the limited headroom and stripped down to my disposables.

He was surprised and said, “You like to pee in your pants too?”

“Well, not at first… It ‘s a medical condition,” I replied.

“Oh. Okay, you can leave it on, then,” he said. “For now.” Later, I would lie face down on his bunk naked and he would fuck me, but first there was piss to drink.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed and I sat on the floor at his feet. His cock, soft now, hung loosely between his legs. The head, although not as enormous, or as purple, as before, still stood out prominently and looked quite tasty. I engulfed it, closing my lips around the shaft behind it, and I looked up at him expectantly. It felt remarkably good in my mouth. A perfect fit.

In a moment, the flow began, a little tentative for a couple of seconds in which I savored its sour, bitter flavor, and then it began to stream forcefully, so that I had to swallow quickly, guzzling his piss down and filling my stomach. I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything since lunchtime, so it felt wonderfully satisfying.

“How was it?” he asked expectantly when he had finished.

My oral effort to milk the last drops of pee was making his cock begin to swell again. I let it go and answered honestly, “It was delicious!”

He smiled smugly and said, “There’s more to come. Hand me a beer.”

I served him each beer in turn while we got to know each other and he drank. His name is Larry Wilkinson and he had been a salesman in the steel industry until he got tired of all the travel and opted ironically to become an OTR trucker. He’s 49, ten years younger than me, and married to a schoolteacher in Pennsylvania. He drives a regular route that brings him through this town every week. He winked at me when he said that.

As I said, I liked sancaktepe escort Larry and was happy to answer his questions. He was surprised to hear that I’d never had any sexual interest in men until the day before. “I’ve been using faggots since high school,” he said. “Not interested in a romantic sense, you know, but they’re handy when you just need to blow a load. So much better than masturbating! Easy, too; no drama, never a big deal. And they’re always so grateful!” Made me think that he might be right: maybe I was a faggot. Do you have to be gay to be a faggot, I wondered. I suppose it depends on your definitions.

After an hour of steady drinking, he said he was ready to go again. It was much like before, deliciously flooding my senses with its sour bitterness, only this time I peed in my pants while I swallowed his piss, which increased my pleasure. I was totally aroused. He fell asleep afterwards, lying on his back, with his flaccid cock exposed; it looking kind of cute and innocent. I pulled down my briefs and masturbated, watching him sleep. I came thinking about having his cock in my mouth again.

He woke up an hour or so later. His dick was hard. He told me to suck it while he lay there on his back. Then he said, “Let’s fuck.” He got up while I took off my soggy briefs and took his place on the bed face down, as he told me to.

He climbed on top of me, his belly on my back, his knees between mine. I felt his hand slip between the cheeks of my ass. He massaged my cleft, rubbing cool slickness into it. Some kind of lube, I figured. I felt the weight f his body on mine. It was warm. It was surprisingly nice, almost comforting. Then his erection slid into my crack and slid up and down it, teasing my hole, until he pressed the blunt end into it, prising it open. I relaxed my guard, willing him inside me.

He gently inched his tool into me, gradually stretching my tunnel until he was all the way in, pressed against my yielding butt. The he started fucking me. The discomfort disappeared on the first stroke as he withdrew, leaving a void that was immediately and welcomingly refilled. He fucked me with steady, measured strokes, like the expert blows of a master craftsman. And each stroke felt better than the one before it so that soon my relaxed passivity gave way to writhing and moaning, like the horny slut I had become.

That in turn triggered a more vigorous response in Larry. Before long he was thrusting faster, grunting and sweating, and I was wantonly raising my ass to meet each pounding thrust, while my cock, in full erection, was pressing and sliding against the bedsheet under me. When he came, I came too, thrilled by the spasmodic pulses inside me as we both spurted wildly and chaotically. He collapsed on my back, panting hotly in my ear.

There was still another beer left, so it wasn’t until we’d both had another satisfying drink that I got dressed and went home. I had put my soggy disposables back on right after getting fucked and I was looking forward to examining them for cum leaks when I got home.

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Chapter I

It was three weeks before Christmas, and I was studying for my chemistry final. I had my earbuds in, paired to my phone, blasting old 80’s metal songs into my ears while I sat at my desk surrounded by books, notes, and papers. which were starting the next day. I had been studying for hours, and I felt exhausted and bored. I tapped my pencil against the desk to the beat of the drums in my favorite song while I stared down at the chemistry formulas in front of me. The letters and numbers began to blur and I scrunched my eyes closed.

Standing up I dropped the pencil to the floor and rubbed my eyes with my fists. As if on cue, my phone rang, cutting off my song, and I glanced at it on my desk. The screen was lit up with a photo of my mom in front of her house in Arkansas. I picked up the phone and swiped my finger across the screen, answering it.

“Hey, Mom,” I said as I sat the phone back on the desk and turned to my dorm room.

Her voice came through the speakers in my earbuds, “Hi, sweetie. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing good, thanks. Just busy cramming for my final tomorrow.” I crossed the room and flopped down on my bed, speaking aloud, knowing the microphones in my earbuds would pick up my voice.

“Wow, you’re working so hard. I’m so proud of you!” She sounded tired, I glanced at the digital clock on the wall above my desk and read the screen: 8:15 PM. It was a quarter after ten at night where she lived two timezones ahead of me.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said, knowing she must have been bone tired, but probably unable to sleep. She was having bad hip pain lately, and it had kept her up late every night for the last two weeks. Without fail she used the time to call me. Talking helped her ignore the pain long enough for her painkillers to kick in. I didn’t mind, I was lonely, I had my dorm to myself. The room had been private for almost month now. I’d always had roommates before, and now the solitude was getting to me. Despite the night life in Seattle, I just didn’t like socializing with people all that much.

“So, what are you studying right now?” I heard her turning off the muffled sounds of the television through the speakers.

“Advanced Biochem. Final’s tomorrow.” I stared up at the blank ceiling above my bed as I spoke, trying to recall the wood paneling that covered the walls of her house.

“That sounds tough. Do you need any help?” I smiled, she’d excelled at Biochem in college when she’d gotten her nursing degrees.

“Nah, I’m good thanks,” I was grateful for the offer. “It’s one of my favorite subjects this semester. I guess I get that from you.”

“You had to pick up something from me, even if it’s just a love of chemistry.” She laughed tiredly.

“Yeah, statistics demanded we have something in common.” I quipped with a smile and light chuckle.

“So, how’s everything else? How’s your roommate? How’s the food? How’s the weather?” She asked after a brief pause. The meds must be taking a while to kick in.

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to answer all of her questions at one time. “Everything else is fine. My roommate dropped out last month just after Thanksgiving. The food is ok. And the weather is pleasant.” I took a breath again, readying for her follow up questions.

She mumbled, “Ah-huh. Why’d he drop out? I thought Jeff was thriving.” My mom had taken a shine to my roommate. Jeffrey, or Jeff as she called him, had become like a second son to her. More, actually, as I’d caught them fucking like rabbits last Halloween. She’d hoped I’d bring him with me for Thanksgiving but he begged off and went home for the holidays.

“His mom was having health problems when I talked to him last week.” I replied.

“That’s too bad.” She paused for a moment and then said, “After you take your finals, no matter the results, celebrate. You put so much effort into your education. You should reward yourself.”

I smiled. “Funny you say that, because I’ve been thinking about doing something special for a while now.”

“Oh? And what did you have in mind?” She asked, she sounded genuinely curious.

“I’m going to drive across the country.” I told her with a smile plastered on my face. “I’ll start here and I’ll stop down there at your house. This way I don’t have to fly, and I can make an adventure of it!”

“That’s good, enjoy your trip, but please be careful, you know the roads are full of crazies these days.” She said seriously. “Well, I better let you get back to studying, I’m sure you don’t want to fail your last exam. Love you.”

“Love you too, mom,” I said just before my mother hung up the phone, leaving me to sit in silence with my thoughts.

A week later I packed my car up and hit the road. I left Seattle and drove up Highway 2, through Stevens Pass and stopped at Leavenworth. I enjoyed the Christmas festival, taking in the sites, eating the Bavarian sweets. A day later I was leaving Stevens Pass and dropped out of the Cascades and out onto the Palouse.

I cut across the safranbolu escort center of Washington, making my way towards Oregon, and stopped at the old wool mill in Pendleton. I spent a day playing tourist and then drove south east, into Idaho. I stopped in Boise at the Boise Hotel, two blocks south of the Capitol building.

I got in early, around ten AM. I slept until that night. When I woke up I showered, got dressed, and left the hotel to wander around, playing tourist. I found myself drawn in by the sound of music. I followed the pulsing beat and found myself at the Old Textile Mill.

It had been converted into a concert hall and night club called the Smokestack. I paid the cover charge and slipped inside the dark, humid space. I immediately found myself immersed in loud, pulsing music that shook my bones. After passing through a long dark hallway with doors along the sides leading to four different bathroom and sitting areas, I found myself stepping out onto the floor of a large room.

The space was massive, clearly the old factory floor, and filled with people. It was very loud in the entrance hallway, but it was even louder inside the club proper, with only the private booths looking like they were designed to allow discreet conversation.

My eyes swept across the football field sized room and found the central dance floor. Ringed by tables and semi-discreet booths occupied by a disparate mob of people wearing a riot of color combinations, the wide open space of the main floor was covered with a writhing sea of people in various stages of undress. A ring of carpeted floor surrounded the central seating area, separating it from the private booths that lined the north and south walls. A large bar dominated the west wall of the room.

A balcony encircled the chamber on the second floor. Occupied by a much sparser crowd of what I could only assume were VIPs, the balcony could only be accessed via a staircase to the right of the bar, which was flanked by two large men in suits and cordoned off with a velvet rope. To the left of the bar a second doorway, this one closed, was flanked by two men as well. A DJ performed his art atop a stage set between the bar and the dance floor.

As soon as I stepped out of the hallway I was surrounded by people. The music shook me to my bones, and during stretches of particularly powerful bass I felt my teeth rattling. I felt the pulse of the music, the excitement and inhibitions of the crowd, and, despite my aversion to crowds and public places, found myself drawn to the dance floor.

The club was packed to the brim as I made my way to the bar at the back of the room. I had just finished a particularly invigorating dancing session. Some drunk girl had spent the last ten minutes grinding against me, and I couldn’t say I minded. I had gone nearly a month without getting laid, and the dry spell was grinding on me in a much less pleasant manner.

I wove through the crowd, trying to make my way past the throng of warm bodies enjoying the blaring music. Finally, after taking a long, circuitous route to make my way around a thick crowd of dancers, I reached the bar. As luck would have it, a burly guy, who was wearing a leather vest emblazoned with the logo of a Motorcycle Club, and who had obviously had a bit too much to drink got up. As he stumbled towards the bathroom, I seized my chance and slipped onto the stool he vacated, and waved over the bartender.

As the bald man behind the bar ambled over, he placed both hands on the bar between us and glared at me. “What’s your poison?” He asked in a deep, gravely voice.

“A shot of whiskey, doesn’t matter if its cheap. I just want it mind numbing, please,” I said, having to shout over a sudden burst of pounding music.

He nodded, his lips curving up in a smile and replied, “Coming right up, hoss.”

I watched him walk away towards his bottles and glasses and then turned back to the dance floor as I waited for my drink. I sighed heavily, I had obviously had some fun, I hadn’t seen any signs that I was going to score that night. Next to me, a dude in his twenties, with a hairstyle like the one Justin Bieber made famous waved and hopped off his stool, presumably going to meet up with his friends. There was a flurry of movement, and someone took the opening at the oar, sliding onto the stool.

I glanced over – and then did a double take. The woman sitting beside me was absolutely stunning. Her blonde hair was thick and wavy, but cut short, barely reaching her jawline. The left right side of her had had been buzzed down to a soft, golden fuzz. Her eyebrows were a warm golden brown. Her lips were full and plump. Her green eyes sparkled. The red dress she wore left little to the imagination, with a neckline that plunged past her navel, and a slit in the sides of the skirt that perfectly exposed her toned thighs.

I had to stop myself from staring at the inner curves of her generous breasts. My eyes slipped lower and saw how her sakarya escort dress clung to her wide hips and heart shaped ass. I saw her creamy, muscular thighs through the slit in the side of the skirt. I let my eyes wander ever southwards, and reveled in the sight of her boots. They were made of black leather, stopping just below the knee, with firetruck red soles, and a three inch stiletto heel. When my eyes reached her feet, I swept them back up again and met her eyes for the first time. I could tell she had been looking me over as well, because she had a warm smile on her face.

I swallowed. “Hey there.” I said, raising my voice to be heard over the music.

She smiled warmly. “Hey yourself.”

The bartender returned with my shot. I decided to be brave. “Can I get one more for my friend, here?” I asked, having to shout over the music.

The bartender looked over at her. She gave the slightest of nods before returning her attention back to me. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Haven’t spent much time here, and I just ventured off the floor. Are you a regular?”

She nodded again. “You could say that.” She smiled and reached out her right hand. I shook it with my right and she purred, “I’m Nikki. Glad to see such a handsome face around here. Wonder if the rest of you is just attractive.”

I started to blush. Thankfully, at that moment, the bartender brought Nikki her shot. She gave a quick cheers before we took their shots together. I fought off a grimace at the taste as it hit my tongue.

Nikki didn’t seem to have that problem. She took the shot in one fluid moment, and used a bar napkin to dab at her lips.

“Hits the spot. Loyd-” she said, raising her hand. “-Get us another round. My usual.” She winked at Loyd, the bartender, who stepped away to fulfill her request.

I looked her over again. “You must come here a lot, if he knows your order.”

“Oh, yes. I’m very close with the owner. In fact, I have use of a private room in the back. I have it reserved tonight. Perfect place to relax, unwind, and…” She leaned forward, her lips brushing my ear. “Undress.”

I shuddered at her words. She pulled back, her pleased smile splitting her face in half like the Cheshire Cat. Loyd arrived again with our shots, and we once again drank them together. As the heat of the liquor spread through me she placed her hand on mine and asked, “What’s your name, handsome?”

I blushed an even darker shade of crimson at her continued flirting and replied, “Jax. Everyone calls me Jax.”

She licked her lips and narrowed her eyes slightly as she purred, “It’s nice to meet you, Jax. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy our time together.” She lifted her right hand, signaling to Loyd that she wanted another round. But this time she also curled two of her fingers to her palm, leaving only her thumb and first two fingers extended. He nodded and prepped our next round.

“Were you expecting to get lucky tonight, Jax?” She asked, leaning back on the stool while facing me directly.

I smiled tightly, and replied, “Hoping, not expecting. I don’t expect anything out of life as a general rule.”

She laughed, tossing her head back. “Humble, I love it. So refreshing it’s sexy.” She tossed her head, shaking her golden mane, and bit down audibly on the open air, saying, “Rawr.”

I smiled, feeling my cock harden rapidly. Loyd arrived again with our shots, this time they were different. I saw a silvery, transparent layer of what I identified to be tequila. Above that was a layer of dark blue that was rapidly sinking, swirling, and mixing itself into the fine Latin liquor. Above the cerulean cloud I saw the rich amber color of the whiskey starting to sink and mix itself into the lower layers.

She lifted her shot and said, “Salud!” I lifted my shot and echoed her toast. We brought the small glasses to our lips and tipped them back, downing the strange new beverage together. I was surprised when this one went down much smoother than the first. The taste was similar to whiskey, but with a hunt of citrus, ginseng, and notes of honey.

I shook my head as the warmth spread through me like a fire in a tinder dry forest. “Fuck, was good!” I shouted, feeling my inhibitions slip away. “What was in that?” I asked.

Nikki kept her smile and reached out for my hand as she stood up. With her boots on she was taller than I was, by at least four inches. I looked up at her eyes, feeling almost helpless before her. “So about that private room…” She bit her lip seductively, and I sucked in a breath. “I don’t much like to spend time alone in there. Care to join me?” I took her hand and nodded. She pulled me off the stool and turned towards a door to the right of the bar that said, VIP in big, gold letters.

She led me to the door. Pushing it open, she pulled me inside, and down a long hallway with black walls and plush red carpets. Gold, art deco wall lights illuminated the corridor with soft amber light. Twelve numbered doors lay on either side of the hallway, each demarked with ornate golden numbers walked until they reached the last door, labeled with the number 13, in that same fancy script as the others. A high tech touch pad kept the door locked, but she tapped with a long nailed index finger. A digital keypad appeared on the screen and she punched in a code. The door buzzed as the lock disengaged and she turned the handle, pushing it open.

She shoved me playfully through open portal and closed the door behind me. Inside, a beautiful suite awaited us. A long, red leather couch lined the left wall, matching sheets on a heart shaped bed at the middle of the back wall. Various decorations and pieces of furniture were played tactfully throughout the suite. On the left wall, a door was propped open, revealing a private bathroom.

I took all of this in with a sense of awe. I wondered who Nikki was to have immediate access to a suite like this, where I presumed we wouldn’t be interrupted. All other thoughts were dispelled, however, when she grabbed my shoulder, spun me around, and planted a firm kiss on my lips

I relaxed into that embrace and felt her tongue force itself into my mouth. She moaned as we kissed. Her arms encircled my shoulders, her left hand cupped beneath my chin, tipping my head up so she could angle her face more comfortably against mine. She snaked her right hand through my hair at the back of my head and clutched it tightly.

When she broke the kiss she pushed me back towards the bed and sat down on the end. She patted the sheets next to her and said, “Why don’t you come sit down.”

I happily complied and sat down beside her. I turned, leaning in to kiss but she pressed her left index finger to my lips and shook her head. “I want to start with something else.” I nodded and watched as she stood up and straddled my legs. I expected her to sit down, but instead she grabbed the hem of her skirt and flipped it over my head. I groaned, as two things had just become crystal clear. She wasn’t wearing any panties. And I now knew what she wanted to start with.

Her softness landed on my face in slow motion. I could smell the slightly heady scent of her pussy. She moved her legs around till she was comfortably on my face. I reached out and grabbed her thighs to steady myself. I squeezed her muscular legs reassuringly and I started by breathing deeply in and out with her pussy on my mouth. She seemed to like it, judging by her moans. She sat on my face, but didn’t move. I slowly tilted my head up and down, keeping my mouth shut as I jutted my jaw up and out. I could just imagine her face above her boobs, mouth opened as she tipped her head back and moaned. Her breasts would be jiggling ever so slightly from the movement.

I loved this position. Her clit moved from my nose down to the point of my jaw and up again. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, the smell was getting stronger. I was breathing in through my nose as her pussy rubbed over my face and out on her clit as it hit my nose, making her gasp a little. My hands slid up and grabbed two handfuls of her ass and squeezed. I pulled her cheeks apart lifted them up, letting them drop and clap back together. They jiggled and bounce, slapping together loudly. She giggled and gasped as I teased her with my hands. I grabbed her butt cheeks, and I fondled them, kneading them beneath my fingers.

Wasting no more time, I kissed along her inner thing before I reached her crotch.

I buried my face in that soft, moist cleft before my face, kissing the lips and drinking in the aroma. I opened my mouth, slipped my tongue out, and took my first taste. I shivered as the tang of her juices hit my tongue, a dewy drop rolling down it as I took another lick and felt her quivering above me.

“Oh, yes!” Nikki cried out in that little moment of satisfaction, grinding her hips to push herself against my face. “Mmm, keep going, baby,” she said, running her hands all along her stomach, tormenting me as those hands slid across her dress. She swayed her hips from side to side as she ground them against my face, dancing in place as she fucked my face.

As she moaned loudly I opened my mouth; her eyes widened, and her voice caught in her throat, as suddenly her wet pussy was being munched on. I could taste her sweet juices, my jaw and nose were covered in her nectar. She just kept on humping my face, now she was building up speed and force. She was starting to fuck my face.

As I dug my tongue deeper into her pussy, I lifted her ass cheeks up higher, then dropped them down when I licked her outer lips. I pulled her ass apart when I licked her up and down, and pressed it back together once I found her clit. I squeezed her bottom and pinched the shapely flesh as I ate her out. She kept cooing and gyrating her hips against my face.

Nikki leaned forward and gripped my head. She started hammering her pussy into my face. I was having trouble breathing, but I wasn’t about to stop for the end of the world. She was gyrating her pussy on my face as I flailed with my tongue. Her wet folds were smashed all over my face leaving behind remnants of her previous orgasm and fresh juices. She tasted unbelievably good, I just focused on having my mouth open as far as possible and my tongue extended as far as it could go.

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*warning period is mentioned however its not a period sex story *

The memory of his lips against my neck came over me quickly, and my body clenched in response. Leaning against the wall was all I could do as I suppressed the urge to groan. The cold walls helped refocus my mind, but now I was smiling again. Luckily nobody was close enough to stare, I’m at work. This wasn’t the first time I had vivid flash backs of his hands and mouth teasing me. The way his fingers laced through my hair holding me as he kissed me, the way he was gentle but rough the first time we were together.

I sighed and tried to focus on my job. “You can’t call off every time you’re horny and thinking about this”, I told myself. God I want him to invite me over. A sigh escaped me.

Another message, this time from him.

He asked me to come over again.

Excitement and fear hit me at the same time… I’m on my period and it’s never been a discussion yet. I avoid thinking about it the rest of my shift, instead letting myself fade in and out of erotic day dreaming. Finally my day ended and I raced home, got into my comfortable clothes and drove to his place. I sat for a moment appreciating the anticipation and excitement and bolstering my courage to ask. I exhaled and smiled the whole way to his door.

He greeted me with a hug and a kiss and a smile I was getting addicted to. We talked a bit and as I laid in his lap in between refahiye escort kisses and head pats I asked if he minded that I was on my period.

“No, not at all” he replied.

“Oh good”, I laughed “it’s a relevant question”.

The conversation changed and he offered me a back rub. I absolutely wanted to say yes, but the familiar fear came back. “I can say yes?”

Now he was laughing at me, and It made me smile. “Of course you can say yes silly”.

This night was going WAY better than I had hoped, he brought me to his bed and pulled out a candle. “This turns into a massage oil”

“Oh that sounds awesome!” I felt the wax drip on me and the sting felt wonderful, but his hands….his hands worked magic. They slid around my back and shoulders untieing the stress out of my muscles. I moaned in relief and excitement.

When he finished I eagerly returned to his arm and shoulder to snuggle. I wanted to do something for his body like he had done for mine.

“I like back scratches” he said out loud, almost as if he’d read my mind. I immediately loved this admission, not only was it something he wanted, but it was something he enjoyed. We had that in common. “Can I have some?”

“Of course!” A thousand new thoughts raced in my head, I adjusted my position. I ran my fingernails over his arms, his back, his legs. Content to explore his body and reyhanlı escort pressure preferences, licking and nibbling on him as the impulse occurred.

“Ah!” The last nibble caught him off guard. I laughed and ran my fingers lower, He was hard, and I absolutely wanted him. The soft strokes to his shaft and head had created precum. I remembered his taste and wanted another. As he rolled over and I returned to snuggle against his chest I kept exploring his body. So many things I wanted to do!

I was in nothing but my underwear, and I didn’t want to ruin his sheets. I scratched and licked and kissed my way gently to his cock, it bounced involuntarily with my attention. I laughed.

“I can’t help it, it does that” he laughed with me.

“I know”

I sucked his head into my mouth letting my saliva drip slowly down his shaft, I ran my fingers through the saliva, using to lubricate my hand.

“I’m not taking my underwear off”.

It was in this moment I realized I had never said if I enjoyed period sex or not. I didn’t care at all, however this was an opportunity to taste him, and to see what he liked better. I had warned him I was a brat, I smirked and continued my slow exploration. My tongue swirled around his tip and I sucked harder, applying pressure with my cheeks.

He almost grabbed my hair. I smiled again as I felt him fighting the urge rize escort to grab my head and guide my depth and speed. He could have, I would have made it a game of cat and mouse but he resisted. I cupped his balls and stroked him in rhythm with my mouth.

“If you’re not careful I’m going to tie you up”.

Ha! A challenge then? I slowed my pace. On the one hand I hadn’t trusted anyone to tie me up in a very long time but felt like I could trust him, on the other hand I was clearly making him shake with restraint and enjoyment and enjoying watching him loose control. He moaned. Another reach for my hair and restraint. Tsk. I applied pressure with my cheeks and increased my speed, letting him gag me slightly. He gripped the bed.

“I’m going to cum!”

I appreciated the warning and adjusted my head, as he came in my mouth I swallowed, happily cleaning up my own mess. Feeling very satisfied with myself and the situation I returned to snuggle.

As he kissed my forehead and sighed and laughed I looked back at him grinning.

“For the record…..I don’t mind period sex at all”

“WHAAAAAT?!?!”, “YOU MEAN THIS WHOLE TIME YOU JUST WANTED TO HAVE YOUR WAY WITH ME” he exclaimed.

“Yes” I replied, I didn’t have a better way to say it, knowing Id have been quite happy regardless of how our evening ended and sad knowing I didn’t have the time to stay and be properly tortured in return for the decision.

Time was not our friend tonight. I had to leave soon after.

As I took a moment in my car all I could think about was how close I had come to breaking his restraint and how excited that thought made me. I started the car wondering if I’d wind up tied up for this. I smiled the whole way home.

This is going to be fun.

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The story is formatted to resemble a blog post written in first person, but it’s fully fictional.

(Warning: Contains detailed description of nausea and vomit.)

I threw up in public

September 20th 2009 | 21:59 | Bernie | My diary

I had a super exciting experience today. Let me tell you!

I woke up this morning feeling kinda unwell to my stomach. So, naturally, I decided to go shopping. 🙂

Before today, it had been two years and three months since I was last naturally sick so when I started feeling nauseous, I was very excited to experience natural sickness again! I love making myself throw up by sticking fingers down my throat, but natural vomiting is just so different and exciting!

I concluded this was the perfect opportunity for one thing: public vomiting. I’m a little embarrassed to admit it, but I love to make a mess in public and watch the worried and disgusted stares of other people. I kinda like the humiliation of it. So I decided to try to get this to happen. 🙂

I thought that overeating was gonna make me more sick so I cooked one of my favourite meals – spaghetti with minced meat and vegetables. Normally I can eat a lot of this, but today I didn’t have an appetite due to the weird feeling in my stomach. But I wanted to be sick so I served myself a larger portion than usual and forced myself to eat it. I was quite full after that meal, feeling a bit of pressure in my stomach, but I didn’t feel sick yet so I also ate a box of cookies. My pendik escort stomach was becoming unhappy about being forced to contain so much food. I was starting to feel queasy, but I wasn’t close to throwing up yet so I went back to the kitchen and took out an open box of strawberry ice cream from the freezer. It was a one litre box but there were only two thirds left as I had eaten the other third yesterday. I ate all of it, and I started feeling quite sick, maybe because it was so cold. I was shaking from the cold and my stomach started gurgling. This amount of food would have normally been fine for me, but I must have actually been ill because I already started feeling the increased salivation typical for incoming sickness.

That meant I was ready to go out.

I thought about calling my boyfriend so that he could enjoy this too, but he wouldn’t approve of me purposefully making a mess in public, surely he would try to talk me out of it, so I didn’t call him.

I put on my less favorite jeans – in case I end up dirtying them – and a brown shirt, picked up my backpack and left for the bus stop. The outside heat worsened my nausea. As I stood at the bus stop, I was breathing deeply to try to stop myself from throwing up too soon.

The bus came and I took a seat close to the middle door, facing a large open space meant for strollers. The heat inside the bus was even worse, and I felt like I was choking on the heavy air. As the bus started moving, my queasiness pertek escort rapidly increased. Three stops in, and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it to the shopping center. I was salivating again and felt tightness in my throat.

When the door opened at the fourth stop, I wondered if I should run out to be sick on the sidewalk instead of the bus. The amount of saliva in my mouth increased and I started to get up from my seat-

The door closed.

I collapsed back in my seat. I desperately clenched my teeth to try to keep my food down for a little longer. “Only two more stops…” I thought. “Maybe I’ll be able to make it to the shopping center.” Yet I couldn’t help constantly eyeing the door.

Next stop, the door opened. As I stared at the open door, I tried to calm myself, “It’s fine, I can keep it down… Only one more stop…” But I kept swallowing a lot of saliva.

As soon as the door closed, I knew I had made a mistake. The taste in my mouth grew bitter and I felt intensely sick. My body was preparing to reject all the contents of my stomach. Right now. I couldn’t control it anymore, I couldn’t stop it. I took a deep breath and my stomach contracted forcefully, sending a large wave of pinkish vomit on the floor in front of me, staining my jeans and shoes. It was the ice cream. A few people turned to me in shock and hurried to get away from me. But I couldn’t pay them much attention since I immediately doubled over as more food forced its way up my esophagus and pınarhisar escort out through my mouth. This time it was more brown, I think it was the cookies. I only had time to take in a short breath before my stomach spasmed for the third time. A waterfall of reddish liquid mixed with undigested pieces of spaghetti splashed on the floor and my shoes. I retched again, letting out a small amount of spaghetti, which dribbled onto the existing puddle.

I breathed in and coughed. My throat burned and I felt the acidic taste of vomit on my tongue. My stomach has finally calmed down and pleasant relief washed over me. I sighed and leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes. I enjoyed the blissful after-vomit relief. I was feeling so good! Getting rid of the food that was making me sick felt soooo nice!

I opened my eyes to look down at what I’ve thrown up. I was surprised to find that some spaghetti pieces were several centimeters long. I thought I had chewed more. When the bus took a turn, the pool of sick started flowing in one direction, people dodging out of its way. I looked up at the people. Half of them were staring at me, the other half pretending not to see me, but everyone had a disgusted look on their face. They all thought I was a gross pig! They saw an ugly guy who doesn’t even puke into a bag and just pukes on the floor and all over himself. They thought I was so disgusting! The most disgusting person they’ve ever met! Or maybe they thought I was super ill. Were they worried about me?

When the bus stopped, I picked up my bag and ran outside, leaving a mess on the bus behind me. My clothes were dirty with barf and the people at the bus stop stared at me too. I couldn’t help smiling.

I was standing in front of the shopping center but I didn’t feel like shopping anymore. Instead I crossed the street to wait for a bus in the opposite direction, and went back home, satisfied.

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Bit of erotica around insertions, birthing balls and birthing inanimate objects (A ball in this instance). Also includes Doctor/Patient play, speculum, and the roleplay of this all happening in a medical clinic. Public play also, to a small extent.

Zoey had always been the adventurous type, if it was slightly out there or strange, she had probably tried it. But what she was doing now barely counted in her eyes, after all she figured behind closed doors there were a LOT of women doing the same.

At the current moment she had a large medical tube full of thick lube about to be squirted inside her. She lay on a medical style bed, legs up in stirrups and with her doctor in gloves squirting the silky lube inside her she wriggled and he tutted. It felt good, but she had already been pretty wet at the thought of this session, which had been discussed over and over, limits drawn up and scenarios agreed.

The doctor was cool, calm and professional, she was almost convinced this was real, and not the play scenario they had arranged. His large hands were pulling her pussy lips as he seemed to observe and make notes. She flinched when he slid in a cold speculum that slowly stretched and held her pussy open. The cold room making her shiver, the trickle of wetness and lube dripping down out of her pussy and onto the table making her bite her lips in need, she wanted to feel full.

The doctor used a torch, and some instruments that probed inside her and felt both odd and amazing against her cervix. When he was satisfied he again squirted some cold water like solution that made her shift about as the wetness now dripped down her pussy and ass to drench the towel on the table below. She was concentrating on the throbbing in her pussy, and how good the speculum felt stretching her open. So when the doctor clicked it smaller and slipped it out she whined under her breath.

She lay and drifted as he cleaned her with a cloth and moved around awhile.

When he started talking she jolted back to attention, as he explained that she would undergo several insertions to see how, and if, she could birth the objects in question.

The first was a string of three small eggs on a rope, and Zoey smirked, she had used this lots, it was a piece of cake. But as the doctor popped in each egg, until she had all three pushed inside her, she realized something. She was used to using this and concentrating on keeping them IN, usually whilst walking around, she had even gone for a walk in the park with them in once.

But trying to push them OUT would be a whole different thing.

He told her to hold them in for a bit and she did, clenching down and enjoying pamukkale escort the eggs shifting inside her. When he stroked her thigh and told her to start pushing them out she bit her lip.

He had laid paper down, and she was still wet with her own juices and lube, but her body just did not get the message to push the eggs OUT. The stirrups rattled as she shifted and the doctor told her to keep still, these ones she had to push out whilst in the stirrups. Technically she knew it should be easier like this, with her legs held wide open and up, but still…

Then she slowly started to get the idea, pushing out and breathing calmly, glacially slowly one of the eggs popped out, barely stretching her. When she figured it out she managed to push out the second egg easily, but the third was more of a struggle. She eventually pushed it out, gritting her teeth as the stretch had barely felt worth it. But it had helped give her the idea on how to do it.

Zoey was a girl, and like most girls in her youth she had stuffed anything she could in her eager pussy, toothbrush handles, cucumbers stolen from the fridge or the odd banana out of the fruit bowl. An intriguing looking massage stick that had helped her discover her g spot, and a great many other household objects. When she was too young to go out and buy a dildo or toys of course.

But she was in her thirties now, and it felt just as delightfully naughty as back then. Anything was suddenly fair game, and she would grab things whilst shopping with this thought in mind. But pushing things back out was new, and felt so good.

Doctor massaged her legs as he unstrapped her from the stirrups.

He told her to keep her feet up on the table and legs apart as he lubed and pushed in the next item, a larger birthing ball, with a safety rope attached. It was probably about 15cm circumference, so not huge, but certainly not as tiny as the eggs.

He pushed it against her pussy and pushed, the feel of it stretching her to get in was so good, it was tapered at the end and eventually the doctor roughly pushed it inside, she gasped as it popped in, her pussy seeming to pull it deeper as she moaned. Again she clenched down and enjoyed how it moved and shifted inside her, pushing at her tight walls.

Doctor helped her down off the table and she felt like Bambi as she tried to adjust to how much more stretched she felt with it in without her legs wide open. She gripped the table as she moved and after a few minutes she walked around, feeling it move inside her. She felt like she wanted to keep it in, as the shocks of pleasure every time she moved were patnos escort addictive. But she also wanted to push it out.

Doctor said to push it out however she felt best, she stood holding onto the table and tried to push, nothing, just slight movement. So she leaned over the nearby chair and tried, again she could feel it move but not actually enough to push out. The rope was there for her peace of mind, she didn’t want to use it.

She clambered back onto the table and opened her legs wide, pushing at doctors urging until she felt it pushing against her, it took a serious push and the birthing egg popped out and onto the floor as she came hard.

She was still shivering when doctor wiped her and started to push in what felt like a HUGE ball, this was the one she worried about 22cm of birthing ball with no safety string attached….she had previously only ever pushed objects inside her in a condom, so she could pull them out if she struggled. So this was a challenge.

Even getting it in was a challenge, and he tied her legs open with soft rope to stop her moving. She enjoyed the burn and stretch as he covered the ball in more lube and she cried out as it pushed past her entrance and in. It took her breath when it slid deep inside her, it stretched her inner walls so much she was shifting, whining and trying to relearn how to breath as doctor stroked her thighs. It seemed to want to move deeper, and as she took deep breaths it did, bumping harshly against her cervix as it sat inside her, her pussy never having felt so damn FULL.

She lay there awhile, shocked to stillness and enjoying every tingle of pain and pleasure.

When he untied her legs and again tried to help her off the table she felt like she couldn’t move.

Convincing her legs to move, and eventually to hold her up was a waiting game.

When she stood, still half slouched over the table she was panting.

It filled her so much she felt like her stomach should be bulging.

The ball moved, but not as much, because it was so damn big, so every movement she made meant sharp tingles of pleasure pain. It still seemed to sit mostly deep inside her, the slightly angled part had somehow ended up pressed tight to her cervix, making her shiver.

Doc pulled the curtain as she slipped on her summer dress, it fell to her ankles and hid everything, no panties and all. She slipped on her sandals and doc straightened her hair, grabbing a bag as he slipped off his white coat and they walked out, she clinging to his arm as she hobble walked. His clinic was private and led onto an open walkway near lots of apartments and a canal.

It pazar escort was a warm summers evening and slowly she got used to walking with the ball inside her.

It was when they reached steps down to a quiet picnic area near the canal in the city that she worried…suddenly she realized each step made the egg push hard against her cervix and further stretch her pussy. She felt her hot cheeks blushing as she did each step slowly, some walkers passing and glancing at her curiously because of her slow pace.

When she finished the steps they walked over to a picnic table, they were set back in a quiet alcove. Sitting down was a whole new torture, and as she did she involuntarily moaned at the painful stretch inside her. A man walking his dog just glanced as he passed.

When doctor sat down beside her they waited, soon it quietened down, people on their way home, or to dinner. They had the canal to themselves, city lights shining down, likely people in high rises could possibly see them, but the trees nearby hid them even more. Doctor slid his hand beneath her dress to stroke against her clit and make her bite back moans as she enjoyed his talented fingers making her even wetter.

Doctor encouraged her to walk around more and they did before coming back to the trees.

Under the dark canopy of the branches he found a spot away from the path and told her to squat and try to push. He both watched her and the path, as she tried to hold back moaning.

The feeling of the ball pushing at her walls as she squatted was intense, like she desperately wanted it OUT, but try as she may it wasn’t happening. Doctor helped her up, her juices and lube running down her thighs under her dress as they started the painstaking walk back to the clinic.

When there she rushed over and grabbed the table, and leaned over it, half squatting fingers clinging to the edge. Doctor walked around her, crouching and pushing at her pussy and saying how she needed to try harder, as he had bigger things for her to try yet, including a baby shaped toy that was 9 inches long and near 9 inches wide at its biggest point! It sounded utterly impossible to her as it would be an odd shape not to mention huge.

At his urging and stroking of her back, pussy and thighs she took deep breaths and started to push again, groaning as the ball pushed so hard at her pussy she felt it stretch so damn wide, doctor stroking her and she groaned as she kept pushing.

Having to go to A & E flitted through her mind as she worried it would be stuck! But she kept at it, breathing deep and pushing, until it finally popped out, she screamed as she came and squirted, soaking her thighs and the floor.

Her legs shook as she stumbled to the blanket on the sofa and fell on it, barely with it and fuzzy minded as doctor wiped her thighs and fondled her sore pussy that still felt so wide and so woefully empty now.

She laughed as she shivered, it had been as intense as expected, and she couldn’t wait to try it again!

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When a polyamorous woman like my wife sees someone she is attracted to, the human body begins to modify behavior and certain physiological changes begin. Dana and I were naked, lounging on the beach at Hedonism, enjoying the morning sun. We had been at the resort a few days and relaxing without a care in the world. For those of you who have never been, as you approach the nude beach area a sign is posted on a tree alerting those strolling the beach that clothing is not permitted. Dana enjoyed teasing those passing through, requesting they doff their clothes. On this morning a young fellow wearing his shorts, with his shirt and flip-flops in hand, was strolling down the beach toward us. I could see Dana as she began to lean forward, sitting up straight and pushing her beautiful tits forward. I smiled knowing what was coming.

“Good morning. Did you see the sign? This is the nude beach. If you take your shorts off, I’ll bet you will be as comfortable as we are.”

The young man’s gate slowed as he pondered the need to reverse course or comply. He gazed on down the beach taking in all the naked women and decided he wanted to continue down the beach without being shamed again for wearing shorts. After he took a few steps past us, and with his back to us, he dropped his shorts and continued on. About 15 minutes later the young man was walking back in our direction. This time his front was visible and swinging freely from his groin was a huge cock.

This is the point Dana’s behavior and physiological changes began. She ran her fingers through her hair, stroked her hands down her tits and into her crotch, slightly spreading her legs.

When the young guy was about 5 feet away she said, “You look like you are blending right in. Would you like to join us? See that empty lounge chair, pull it over.”

He pulled the lounger over beside Dana, with me on the other side. She introduced us, finding out his name was Justin. She began to ask questions. Are you on vacation by yourself?, Where do you live? How did you find out about Hedonism? Are you aware of how couples like to party here? What do you think about the nude beach? How old are you? He stated he is a college student and here with his family except they are staying at the resort next door.

The sun was warming and Dana began to perspire. In a very seductive osmaniye escort manner she was rubbing the sweat and sun tan oil all over her skin as she chatted. Jim watched her intently as her nipples hardened. She turned slightly toward him and ran her hand between her thighs, into her crotch, slightly spreading her legs. He stopped in mid-sentence watching as she seductively slid her fingers over her smoothly shaved pussy.

“It’s getting hot Justin. There is a shower right up there. Come with me, let’s cool off.”

Standing up out of her lounge chair she reach out for Justin’s hand. They walked the 40 or so feet to the shower. Dana turned on the water and it beaded up as it ran off her oily, glistening body. She reached out and started to stroke Justin’s chest and shoulders, moving him under the shower. He looked back toward me but Dana gently turned his head back toward her and said, “he likes to watch me.”

I began to gather up our belongings knowing what was next.

I’m Jerry and Dana is my beautiful wife. Some women look dynamite naked, some look better with clothes on. Dana is a stunning looker either way. She is 5’3″ and 130 pounds so high heels are something she enjoys wearing, naked or dressed. Most men are easily distracted away from her Irish features and green eyes as soon as they see her tits. We are not Barbie and Ken but I’m 5’10” and 170 pounds and we are comfortable together.

So here is my beautiful wife about 11:00 and the morning, mid-week in Hedonism under an outdoor shower stroking the huge cock of a 22 year old guy she just met. His cock is as hard as diamonds and he is gently cupping and fondling her tits. As I walk toward them, I clearly heard her asked him, “Do you want to fuck me?”

Our room was only a couple of hundred feet away. She held onto his cock and together they walked down the path. Once in our room she took him directly to the bed.

“I don’t have a condom.”

Dana said, “I do…but you don’t have to wear one unless you want to”.

Justin’s cock twitched upward at the thought of fucking my beautiful wife bareback.

I took a seat on the bench seat in the window. Dana laid our new friend out on the bed with his feet toward the window. She knelt beside him on her hands and knees and looked my direction. She palandöken escort smiled and I nodded. She was confirming she could fuck the shit out of his huge cock. And so it began.

Dana was still looking me in the eye as she slowly stroked the cock from balls to head, stopping on each slow upstroke to gather up the precum and move it further down his upright cock. She was enjoying herself and before long the cock was glistening all up and down its fat 9″ length.

Justin was rubbing her ass and fondling her pussy. She looked toward Justin and asked, “Do you want to lick me as I suck your cock?” His cock twitched an affirmative response.

Dana slowly rotated and swung her leg across his head and lowered her sweet wet pussy onto his tongue. She held her upper body up with one arm while the other rested on his thigh so her hand could cup and kneed his ball sack. Dana began her worship of the hard, long, fat cock. She is a size queen and loves to suck and fuck large cocks. She ran her tongue in circles around the rim gently flicking the head. They had been together in the room about 15 minutes and she still hadn’t take his cock in her mouth. Next she ran her mouth up and down the shaft. kissing and sucking it in different places.

Justin was quivering. His balls were drawn up and he looked like he was ready to explode. She gently slapped his balls and when he jerked, she said, “you can’t cum yet.”

When he started to plead for the release she used her middle finger and flicked the head of his cock a few times. He regained his composure, evidenced by his scrotum beginning to relax.

Dana smiled at me while looking me in the eye and slide her mouth onto his head. She then plunged her face down onto his cock. She was able to take about 6″ of his meat while licking the shaft. When she felt him begin to quiver again. She pulled off and asked him if he wanted to cum. Justin whined out a meek, “yesss please”.

Dana climbed off him and asked him to stand on the bed and steady himself with his back against the wall and the unique headboard. She knelt in front of him and took hold of his cock. She said, “I’ll make you cum if you can get it up again”. He was nodding in a north and south direction and said, “I can cum 3 times back to back”. She pulled palu escort on his cock 3 times and he painted her tits with a huge load of cum.

Dana climbed off the bed, came over the window seat and straddled my legs. She guided my hard cock into her pussy. She leaned forward rubbing her cum cover tits on my chest. She whispered in my ear, “you want me stop? I can ask him to leave!”

“Do you want him to leave?”

“No I want his huge cock in me!”

“Ok…you come back over here afterwards and I’ll fuck your cum filled pussy”.

Dana slide off me and knelt in front of me. She sucked my cock a couple of minutes and then asked me not to jerk off while she was getting fucked.

Justin, true to his promise was again as hard as a diamond. Dana climbed up on the bed and laid on her back. She reached up and took hold of the huge cock. She spun around, swinging her legs on either side of his and gently tugged his cock toward her. She reached between her legs guiding his meat to her pussy. She asked him to go slow, knowing he was young and anxious. He knew who was in charge and slowly began to slide his cock into her wet folds. She raised up on her elbows and watched as Justin slowly long stroked in and out. His cock glistened. After only about 5 minutes his balls began to draw up again.

Dana moaned, laid back on the bed and said, “damn you’re hard, Are you going to cum?” He nodded and she told him to pick up the pace by saying, “fuck me good, then pump it in me!!”

He did as told and quivered as he closed his eyes, not believing his good luck from a stroll down a nude beach.

Justin rolled off Dana onto his back and looked at his watch.

He rolled toward Dana to kiss her but she was already headed in my direction. As she climbed onto my lap, straddling my legs I could see Justin’s cum on her pussy. She kissed me. She used her crotch to pin my ridged cock against my abdomen She had tilted her hips and split her pussy lips on my cock rubbed herself on me with long slow strokes. Dana.

“I’m stretched. Do you want to feel how much?”

“I’m full of his cum. Will you give me yours?”

As she gave me an open mouth kiss I could taste his cock on her tongue. She raised up and slid all the way down on my cock, kissing me continuously.

I would have cum but was districted by motion. I broke our kiss and noted that Justin was donning his shorts. He walk toward us and meekly stated, “thank you. Can I come back tomorrow?”

As she rode my cock she asked, “can he?”

I smiled as an affirmative response and she looked back over her shoulder at Justin. “Only if you bring that cock and can stay longer!”

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PART I – WONG’S CONVENIENCE STORE

Charlotte Wong set down a heavy box on the counter next to the cash register. The callouses on the hands of this 41 year old Chinese American mother of two were an indication that she had lifted many boxes in her lifetime in this small convenience store, especially since her divorce ten years ago when she was left to run the business on her own. She opened up the box and began pulling out cartons of cigarettes, setting aside a pack of Virginia Slims 120’s for herself. The first thing she did after unwrapping that beautiful white pack with its green stripes was to smell the contents. How she loved the aroma of a fresh pack of menthols.

She lit a cigarette freehanded and sucked hard while inhaling through her nose at the same time, a technique which brought the smoke directly into her lungs without delay. She then exhaled rivers of smoke through her nostrils while taking a second puff before pulling the cigarette out and placing it in a clean ashtray on the counter. She exhaled a long stream as she picked up the empty box and threw it on the floor.

She noticed how dusty the counter was and picked up a rag. Since the fire in the tobacco field from that meteor two weeks ago engulfed the town in a pall of smoke and dust, it had been impossible to keep the store clean. The government said that there was nothing to worry about, but like her Southern neighbors, she rarely trusted what the government ever said. Of course, if she was worried about the health effects of a burning tobacco field, she wouldn’t be a pack a day smoker. She looked at the long, freshly lit cigarette in the ashtray, watching the smoke rise like a long string. Was there anything more beautiful than such a sight? Of course there was. A long, freshly lit cigarette between a woman’s fingers. She picked up the cigarette from the ashtray and took a confident puff.

She looked around the store, exhaling a long stream of smoke into the empty space. Cigarettes were just about the only profitable item she sold in this small Mississippi town; and liquor, of course, to deaden the pain of living in Bedford. When her great grandfather had opened up this convenience store back in the late 19th century, it sold groceries of all kind, as well as vegetables and even fresh meat. It was a hub of activity for both black and white sharecroppers. Now, people bought their groceries at the Walmart in Tunica County.

She sat down on the chair behind the register and brought the Virginia Slims up to the corner of her lips and puffed, opened her mouth, and snapped back a thick ball of smoke. How she loved that feeling of a white cloud floating inside her body. After a few seconds, a smoky waterfall began descending from her nostrils.

She adored 120 cigarettes and the femininity and sexiness they conveyed. But Virginia Slims was not her first brand. She remembered as a kid the cigarette posters her family store had back in the 1980s when 120’s became popular. “Say hello to Max!” read one with a beautiful black woman holding a long cigarette. That was the brand her mother, also raised in Bedford, smoked whenever she sat behind the register, even (her mother told her) when she was a teenager. Since the sight of a young, beautiful Chinese female smoker appeared to bring in male customers, while at the same time increasing cigarette sales to all ages, her parents never complained (and neither did the customers!) She was a sort of living, breathing smoking billboard to promote addiction – and the profit that flowed from it.

Charlotte loved Max cigarettes. She felt so sophisticated when she and her sister would sneak off behind the store to smoke them. She was 15 when she started. She shook her head slowly as she recalled that memory.So young. Probably too young. But did she regret it? Nope. She’s loved every puff since.

She was heartbroken, though, when Max was discontinued in 2010, a year after her mother died and she herself inherited the store. So she started smoking Saratoga 120’s. “Wait ’til I finish my Saratoga” read the store ads, directed to both men and women. The cork-tipped 120 was popular with her African American female customers, so she took on the role her mother once played, a real life advertisement for smoking. Saratoga was a wonderful cigarette, and the green Menthol pack had a sophisticated look that she was proud to show off in public. And then Saratoga was discontinued in 2018! Super Slims were not her style, preferring a thick, dense puff of smoke in her lungs. That left only two choices: Misty and Virginia Slims. She chose the latter for its rich, creamy texture.

But enough of this useless journey down memory lane, she thought to herself. She had work to do. The shelves were not going to get stocked by themselves. Her 19 year old son, Curtis, worked as a mechanic at a garage down the road, having no interest in taking on the family store. That left only her 18 year old daughter, örnekköy escort Caroline, who at the moment did not know what she was going to do with her life after graduation. One thing she knew for sure was that she was unwilling to act as a living, breathing smoking advertisement. In fact, unlike her brother, she didn’t smoke at all.

So it was a total and complete shock for Charlotte when her daughter walked into the store after school that day with a freshly lit 120 between her fingers. “Hi Mom,” she said dreamily before taking a puff which she did not exhale.

“Well, my heavens!” Charlotte said with a wide smile. “You’ve decided to come over to the dark side.” She took a gentle puff and French inhaled the smoke that curled from her lips up into her nostrils.

“I don’t know why I waited so long,” she replied, taking another deep puff and holding the smoke inside of her lungs.

While happy that her daughter had finally decided to join Team Smoking, this mother sensed that something was not right as she watched her daughter take another puff and again held it deep in her lungs without exhaling more than a thin vapor of smoke from her nostrils. This was not the smoking behavior of a new smoker. Caroline’s eyes were also watery and her face flush, as if she had a fever.

“You okay, hon?” she asked as she reached over the counter and felt her daughter’s forehead with her palm. The girl was burning up.

“Oh, Mom,” she replied in a haunting voice, “I feel so wonderful.” Caroline then brought forward an orange tubular bloom on a long stem that she had been concealing behind her back. “Here,” she said, handing the flower to her mother. “This is from Mr. Dawson, my science teacher at school. He said you should be among the first to have one.”

Charlotte had seen these wild flowers growing in the charred tobacco field where the meteor crashed. “It’s very beautiful,” she replied with some confusion as to why she specifically should receive one.

“It smells like Jasmine,” Caroline said, bringing the long 120 up to her lips.

As Charlotte moved her nose towards the bloom to take a sniff, immediately the bloom reared up and sprayed from its tube a fine, white mist into her face. Taken aback, she immediately looked up at her daughter who had a wicked smile while taking a long puff on the 120 cigarette.

Charlotte felt her body temperature spike and her lungs tingling wildly with a burning sensation. A slight throbbing pain emanated from both shoulder blades with the emergence of two bumps. As a creamy cone of smoke from her daughter’s mouth engulfed her face, Charlotte had the uncontrollable urge to suck madly on her own Virginia Slims. When she inhaled the blast into her lungs, she felt an explosion of pleasure that was unlike any puff she had experienced in her 26 years of smoking. “Oh, God,” she moaned as she brought the cigarette up to her lips for another long puff, looking at her daughter who just stared back at her with that evil smile. She noticed that the back of Caroline’s shirt around her shoulders had some sort of movement.

And then Charlotte felt from her own back a stinging sensation from the bumps which had emerged on her shoulder blades. Something was growing out of them….

PART 2 – COMING HOME

Six Months Later

“My God, Mom, it’s so hot down here,” Justin said as he ran his hands through his short black hair, finding his fingers dripping with sweat despite the A/C being on full blast. “How do people live like this?”

Patricia Wong Jin smiled at her 18 year old son. After living so long in California, she had forgotten how oppressive the heat and humidity can be in the Mississippi Delta. “Well,” she replied, “you just get used to it; and you stay in-doors a lot.”

Justin started to turn the nobs on the car radio. “What kind of music do they listen to down here?” he asked.

“Honey, we’re not in a foreign country. They listen to the same music here as in Los Angeles.” Then she added, “For the most part, at least.” Finding nothing but country-western and Christian stations, he turned the radio off and stared out the window. Nothing but acre after acre of cotton fields.

“Mom,” he asked carefully, “how are we gonna be treated down here? I mean, you know, with the Southern racism we hear so much about.”

Patricia understood her son’s concerns. Growing up Chinese in the South was not easy, but things had changed since the sixties when her father’s store was almost burned to the ground for helping a black family in trouble. “Don’t worry, honey. It’s a different kind of South, now. It’s much more cosmopolitan. You know that area we stopped at for lunch that had all the casinos? When I was a girl, that land was completely vacant; just farms and wetlands for as far as you could see. Now, so much of it is built up. The South is much more modern than it used to be.”

Justin was not convinced considering all he had read osmancık escort in his high school history text about the South’s racist past. But he wanted to keep an open mind. After all, this was the region of his Mom’s birth. For years she had talked about coming “home” to see her sister’s family. That need for a connection had been particularly strong since his father’s death five years ago. Justin was always much more mature for his age, and he provided her with whatever comfort a teenage son could offer to a grieving mother. For that reason, he was very close to his Mom.Of course he was going to come with her to Mississippi. Besides, he had never met Auntie Charlotte before, or his two cousins.

Justin stared outside the window for a few moments before asking his mother another question that had been nagging at him since he was told they were off to the Magnolia State for a vacation. “Mom,” he asked, “what is your family doing in Mississippi anyway? I mean, it’s not really a destination spot for immigrants like Los Angeles.”

“It’s a fascinating story,” Patricia began in an animated tone. “A lot of Chinese immigrants moved out here to the Delta after the Civil War. Many worked in the fields alongside former slaves, but eventually most started up their own businesses – like grocery stores. That’s what your great grandfather did in Bedford, serving the black and white sharecroppers in the region.”

“Bedford,” Justin said picking up his smart phone and typing the name into Google. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“I’d be shocked if you did,” Patricia said turning off the highway onto an old two lane road. “Most maps don’t even bother to list it.”

“Oh, here it is,” he said scrolling down to a US census link. “Population 531.531? My high school was bigger than your hometown!”

The car bumped violently as Patricia ran over a pothole. “Sorry about that,” she said with a frown. “Pretty old road.” As the rental car came up to a small and discolored “Welcome to Bedford” sign, Patricia stopped the car and exclaimed, “We’re here!”

Justin looked around. All he saw was miles of tobacco fields.

“Small population,” Patricia said with a weak smile, “but wide open spaces.” She put the car into gear and began to drive down the road again. Off in the distance, they noticed what appeared to be a security check point with concrete barriers across the road. “What the hell is this?” Patricia, who rarely cursed in front of her son, asked in an unguarded moment. As she drove closer to the barrier, a middle-aged African American man in a police uniform stepped out of what looked like a toll booth. He put on a broad-brimmed hat and lit a Winston cigarette. Patricia rolled down the window, feeling a blast of hot air hitting her face along with the officer’s second-hand smoke.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but this road is closed,” the police officer said in a heavy Mississippi drawl. “Please turn your vehicle around.”

“Closed?” Patricia said flabbergasted. “This is the only road into Bedford. How can it be closed?”

“Ma’am,” the officer replied politely but firmly after taking a puff on the cork-tipped filter, “this is now a private road, so you’ll need to…” The man paused as he stared into Patricia’s face. “Holy mother of pearl,” he exclaimed with a broad smile, “if it ain’t Patty Wong! Good God almighty, what on earth are you doin’ here?”

“Lawrence?” Patricia – or Patty, as she was known back home – replied, now recognizing the face of the officer in front of her. “Bless my soul, aren’t you lookin’ sharp in that uniform,” she responded in what Justin suddenly recognized was a Southern accent. “When did you join the force?”

“Oh, a few years after you left us for college,” the officer said as he rested his arms on the car door window, oblivious to the fact that he still had a lit cigarette in his hand that was filling the cab with smoke. “You paying a visit to Charlotte?”

“A little vacation,” Patty said nodding. “But why is the road closed?”

“Well,” Lawrence said looking first to his left and then his right as if he was about to impart something confidential, “we had some excitement ’round here six months ago. A meteor from outer space decided to plop itself in this little corner of God’s kingdom. You’ll see a few miles yonder that it burned a whole tobacco field. Of course, tourists from all over wanna come in and see if ET phoned home, clogging up the streets, and…well, you know how we’ve always valued our privacy in Bedford.”

“Mmm,” Patty nodded politely, but she wasn’t in agreement that that was always true. Now was not the time, however, to argue the point.

“So,” Lawrence continued with a smile, “we put up this road barrier to keep all those Yankees out. But now, who is this fine looking man here sitting next to you?”

Patty placed her hand on Justin’s shoulder. “This is my son, Justin,” she said proudly.

Lawrence reached his hand into osmangazi escort the car for a manly shake. “How you doin’, son?” he asked in a friendly tone.

“Officer,” Justin replied politely as he shook hands.

“That is one respectful boy you’ve raised there,” Lawrence praised. “Strong grip, too” he said in one final shake. “You know, your Momma was once the prettiest girl in Bedford.” He then looked at her softly, and added, “Miss Patty broke a lot of hearts when she moved away.”

Patty gave Lawrence a kind smile and gently caressed his face. “You’re still as handsome as ever with that devilish smile of yours,” she said in the tone of a Southern Belle.

“I’ll let my wife know you said that,” he grinned.

“How is Livie?”

“Oh, fine,” he said with a smile and a nod, “just fine. She’s got her hands full with an 8 month old.”

“Why you sly fox,” Patty said, slipping easily back into her Southern tongue, “a baby at your age.”

“Well,” Lawrence replied with a sniff as he pulled up his belt, “when you got it, you got it,”

“You still livin’ in the old Harper mansion?”

“It’s still standing,” he said proudly. “We done a lot of work on it.” He nodded his head proudly. “Yessir, a lot of work.” He then noticed another car down the road coming towards the barrier. “Okay, you two. I gotta shew away some Yankees,” he said jocularly, seeing the license plate was from Ohio. “You both have a pleasant stay.” He raised the thick metal bar between the concrete barriers that was wide enough for just one car. As Patty slowly drove between the barriers, Lawrence said mysteriously, “I’m certain that after a day or two, you won’t ever want to leave.”

Once past the barriers, Patty began to speed up down the road.

“Old boyfriend?” Justin asked.

Patty looked at her son with a smirk and said nothing.

Just then, the car came up to a blackened area of farm land that was at least a square mile. “This must have been quite an inferno,” Patty whispered as she drove slowly by the charred remains. Then she noticed a splash of orange color scattered throughout the field from what appeared to be wild flowers. She took some hope from this sight, that despite the destruction of the crop, something new and beautiful could still emerge. She wondered to herself whether this was a good omen for a town that she knew from experience always appeared to be on the edge of social, economic and even racial disaster. That is, after all, why she couldn’t wait to leave it so many years ago.

PART 3 – OUTBREAK

Six Months Ago

Lawrence sped down the road in his patrol car as fast as he could to his wife and kids. Cassidy had stayed home from school with a cold, but if one of her friends had come by the house… “Please, Lord, keep them safe,” he prayed.

Lawrence’s home was on the outskirts of town, the only remaining structure of the old Harper plantation. He bought the dilapidated mansion for a song twenty years ago for the privacy it would provide him and his family. Though far from the center of town, he knew it was only a matter of time before members of the mob arrived. He saw them going house to house in the neighborhoods off Main Street, supported by the Sheriff. What he witnessed happening to those people made his blood run cold.

His patrol car skidded across the driveway and onto his front yard, smoke rising from the wheels. He ran up the porch steps and flew open the front door. “Livie!” he screamed from the entryway as he ran into the living room. Suddenly he heard the baby crying in the kitchen.

“What the hell are you shoutin’ for?!” his wife angrily yelled as she came into the living room holding the baby in a chest harness. “I just got Mason asleep.”

“Babe, we gotta go. Grab the diaper bag and whatever you can pack in five minutes.”

“Go?” Livie responded, her anger now turning to confusion. “Go where?”

“Where’s Cassidy?” Lawrence asked in a panic as he walked towards a gun cabinet and fumbled with some keys to unlock it. “Cassidy!” He yelled. “Get down here now!”

“Lawrence,” Livie said, fear rising in her voice, “what’s happening? I’ve never seen you so frightened.”

Their 18 year old daughter, Cassidy, came running down the stairs. “I’m here, Daddy.”

“Baby, I need you to pack what you can as fast as you can.” Lawrence opened the cabinet and pulled out a shotgun with a box of shells. “Something’s happened to the town. It’s like…” He had no words to describe it. “We gotta get the hell outta here before they arrive.”

“Who?” Livie asked in desperation. Suddenly she heard two cars park in front of the house.

“Lawrence,” a voice from outside hollered, “I need you to come on out. Be good, now. We don’t want no trouble.”

Everyone in the house froze.

“Daddy, I’m scared,” the teenager said with tears in her eyes.

“Everyone just stay calm,” Lawrence said slowly to the women. He opened the shotgun, loaded it, and shut it with a snap. He knew he wasn’t going to survive this, but he would take a few of those men outside with him to the grave if it meant his wife and kids could escape. “Livie, I need you to take the kids into the kitchen. When you hear shots fired, that means it’s time for you to run. Run like hell. Run as fast as you can to the woods. Don’t trust nobody.”

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[This is the sixth of a series of chapters for a new story that includes many of my usual elements: natural body fluids and products, strong smells, D/s, spanking, ridiculous premises, and eccentric characters, all over the age of 18. If any of these things are not to your taste or offend you, I suggest you exit immediately and look elsewhere on Lit for stories more up your alley. I present my writings here for my fans, who appreciate what I am doing and get my sense of humor. I have uploaded this under the Fetish category, as that seems to best encompass the mix of activities included. I urge you to read the chapters before this, as it will help this chapter make more sense. This is entirely a work of fiction and bears almost no resemblance to reality.]

Dr. Schloppfarth had been correct in predicting that the relief I would feel, when my enema was finally released and I blasted forth my stopped-up feces and soapy water, would be one of the most pleasurable experiences of my life. Not only were my own painful body tensions relieved, but the accompanying blast of Orgone energy suffused the clinic with a warm glow of orgasmic stimulation and bliss.

However, we couldn’t just bask in the good vibes forever. Dollie and Dr. Schloppfarth were sprayed with filth to a shocking degree and needed a thorough wash-down. They traipsed off to the shower stall in the far corner of the clinic and got inside, closing the frosted glass door and dialing up the water pressure and heat. The good doctor kept her protective rubber body-suit on, while Dollie’s naked body needed considerably more cleansing.

Auntie and I left them to it, and Mrs. Letchworth ordered Bertie to mop up the clinic before serving us lunch. She then took me up to her personal en suite bathroom and I followed her into her shower, where we soaped each other down and enjoyed rubbing against each other, until we were both fresh and clean again. I was still intimidated by Auntie’s dictatorial manner, but she could be gentle and loving when it suited her, and I hoped that this might be the case more often, as our lessons in love moved forward.

We came downstairs in our bathrobes to discover that Bertie had mischievously whipped up a big pot of Boston baked beans and wieners for lunch, doing his part to guarantee that we would have plenty of ammo for our afternoon’s activities.

* * *

As we commenced our afternoon session with Dr. Schloppfarth, it became clear that her plans for us were not just a repeat of the morning’s procedures. She seemed determined to push us further into a realm of intimate exchange of bodily fluids and waste expulsion. Dollie eagerly got up on the exam table and allowed herself to be fastened in place, with her thighs pushed back and her calves outstretched, but I wondered whether Ulricke might have a nefarious plan to both play with Dollie’s penchant for pain and to push her enema past anything I’d had to endure. If Dollie truly was on the edge of earning an initiation into HODA’s scheme, the sky might be the limit.

During lunch, the good doctor and Auntie had a whispered conversation which seemed to end with their nodded agreement. Once we were back in the clinic, their plans began to reveal themselves.

Dr. Schloppfarth explained. “Henrietta, as a prelude to your enema, your Auntie has offered to provide you with one of the most intimate methods of sharing of bodily fluids suggested by our inner-plane guides. This is a powerful precursor to your colonic purging. Are you willing to undergo this advanced procedure?”

Dollie visibly shivered as she weighed this offer. She had no way of knowing what this involved, but she was very eager to advance into HODA’s ranks. She uttered a contrite “Yes, Doctor”, and closed her eyes, as if she was surrendering to whatever her Auntie and her doctor had in mind.

As she had this morning, Dr. Schloppfarth put on her newly cleansed swimming cap and goggles, and handed out vinyl nurse’s gloves to Auntie and me, and put on her own pair with a loud snap.

Still in her bathrobe, Auntie rolled in a replenished enema bag on its stand, and set it to the side. She then removed her robe, dazzling us all with her naked voluptuous beauty. She walked over to the exam table, pulled out the steps at its base and climbed to the top step, where she stood looking down on Dollie, who was lying there helplessly, with her butt-plug still in place. With all this movement, Dollie had opened her eyes again and was closely observing the mysterious preparations.

Dr. Schloppfarth felt around in her brown leather satchel and pulled out a clear catheter tube with a nozzle on its end, as well as a small jar of ointment and a Q-tip.

“Henrietta, it is high honor for Constance to undergo this personal effort to share her liquids directly with you. If she would kindly pull her labia apart, I will numb her urethra with cream, and then insert catheter up her pee-hole.”

While Auntie bared her glorious cunt and exposed her pink meatus, the doctor dipped of escort the Q-tip into the numbing cream and then daubed it around and into Mrs. Letchworth’s urethra. Dolly’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she watched this bizarre ritual.

“Ready, Constance?”

“Yes, darling, tube me up. I can hardly wait. I’ve been drinking water all morning in anticipation of this privilege. My bladder’s about ready to burst.”

“Alright, then. Willem, remove your robe and come over here to assist in removing Henrietta’s plug. I’ll just insert this catheter up Constance’s urethra, like so, and we’re ready. Now ease the plug out and I’ll push this nozzle up your twin’s adorable anus. Brace yourself, Dollie, for surge of hot piss, straight from the source. Willem, set the plug aside, and see if you can climb up on the table and position your crotch directly in front of Henrietta’s face. Dual expulsion and intake of urine, both orally and anally, should blast her as high as a kite.”

“Omigod!” Dollie was squealing, while she stared at my prick. “You’re going to pee down my throat, while Auntie pees up my butt? That’s so insane! Please, Doctor, am I allowed to pee, too? Won’t that produce even more Origami energy, or whatever you call it?”

“Certainly, Henrietta. Free expression of bodily fluids shared with others is core of Androgyne hygienic practice. Also, good source of electrolytes and probiotics! Now, ready all. On count of three, you cut loose and share your potent elixirs. One! Two! Three!”

Dr. Schloppfarth opened the clamp on Auntie’s catheter and she gave a deep sigh of relief as her golden liquid sizzled through its tube on its journey up through Dollie’s sphincter and into the twists and turns of her shit-packed colon.

Dollie’s red-painted lips were open wide and she stared up at me lovingly, as I aimed a strong stream of my pee onto her pink tongue and into the back of her mouth. She was struggling not to gag, but to just relax and let the elixir disappear as she gulped it down. I found it hard to believe that just three days before, I had never kissed a girl, much less filled her mouth with urine. But here was Dollie, my long-lost twin and designated lover, practically gargling my liquid gold and trying hard to drink every drop.

The first time we met, she had stuck her little pointed tongue out at me, and now it was stuck out again, begging for my pee. She had warned me that first day to run away from Auntie’s clutches as fast as I could. But I hadn’t done so and now look at us. We were learning the ways of erotic love and bodily products, as taught by Mrs. Letchworth, Dr. Schloppfarth, and the higher frequency overlords of HODA. The moment I had walked through the front door of the Letchworths’ mansion, everything in my shattered life began to fall into place, as if it was meant to happen. Without doubt, I would have many more opportunities to show them my gratitude.

* * *

Both Auntie’s and my urination seemed to go on forever, in part because petite Dollie could only take in so much at a time due to her small orifices and because our bladders were so full. Dollie became increasingly entranced with her elixir treatment, writhing around as much as her bondage allowed her. Then as our flows began to lessen, she picked up the pace of her own liquid release, spurting her built-up piss in a warm spray all over Auntie’s face, her upper chest, and even soaking her pubic jungle as she trailed off. The only person left out of our expulsions of elixir was Dr. Schloppfarth, who was busy attending to adjusting the enema bag and hose, which were the next stage of the process.

Auntie, Dollie, and I were nearly swooning from the waves of Orgone energy that swept over us as the combined power of our pheromones and bodily fluids drove us into a semi-conscious bliss. This was the charge that our higher frequency guides urged us to produce, for the good of humanity no doubt, but also, I suspected, as their own spiritual narcotic. In their higher realm, they were seemingly dependent on those on the material plane to unleash the Orgone power that they craved. Once again, unwelcome doubts crept into my blissful revery, whispering suggestions that our promised roles as Divine Androgynes and Hermaphroditic overlords of a transformed human race were sucker bait.

I forced such painful ideas out of my mind, as Dr. Schloppfarth summoned me off of the table and had me once again assist in the hand-off between the exiting catheter nozzle and re-plugging Dollie’s anus.

“We can take a short pause here, while Henrietta soaks in the Orgone power of her bodily fluid absorption. Perhaps another five minutes, and it will be time to give her full enema, which this intimate ritual introduced. Willem, would you like to share in her blast of filth, much as she shared in yours?”

I was unsure of how I should respond. Dollie had clearly won Androgyne brownie points by embracing such a ritual of degradation and humiliation, onikişubat escort but my engrained shy reflexes urged me to back off and preserve my dignity and avoid such a befouling. But with Auntie, Dollie, and the doctor all looking at me fixedly, as participants who had all willingly undergone trials of filth or dishevelment of one kind or another, I realized that this was a test that I dare not fail.

“Of course, Doctor,” I replied. “It is my pleasure to witness and enjoy Dollie’s impending cleansing and release. Sharing in such experiences, draws us together as leaders of the coming Quickening and overlords of the Hermaphroditic future. Do you, by any chance, have a spare set of goggles?”

Dr. Schloppfarth chuckled at my query and gave me an enthusiastic grin.

“That’s the spirit, Willem. You too, may join Henrietta in a rapid ascent in HODA’s hierarchy. As it so happens, I do have spare set. Let me get them for you.”

She felt around in her brown leather satchel and finally extracted another set of goggles and handed them to me.

“Wear them with my blessings, Willem, but be aware that until you reach cherished position of a fully-developed Divine Androgyne, you may be called to undergo further trials of total filth and degradation. Nothing personal, of course, but Orgone energy production increases with willing submission to humiliation. Those who are willing to undergo the most humiliation are, ipso facto, those who rise highest. This is all part of balancing masculine and feminine qualities. Just as our organs achieve parity, so do we embrace ourselves as true Divine Androgynes. You are well on the way. Embrace all opportunities to strive further.”

I took the good doctor’s advice seriously, and silently acknowledged that these trials might be the potholes and trapdoors that Auntie had alluded to before Dollie and I might be allowed to take each other’s virginity.

* * *

Unlike my own enema with warm soapy water, which stung me to the quick, Dollie was readied by Auntie’s direct infusion of sizzling pee, and then filled to the limit with the bulging enema bag of our household’s communal urine, as collected in the porcelain chamber pot in our dining room. Such pee, as Auntie had reminded us, was exceptionally antiseptic and had formerly been used during wartime to cleanse flesh wounds in the trenches of the Great War.

This joining of precious bodily fluids and anal cleansing was a potent exercise in Orgone energy production, which elevated all of us into exalted realms of orgasmic bliss.

As this rarefied ritual of internal cleansing proceeded, Henrietta quivered and squirmed, surrendering herself to the inevitable. Dr. Schloppfarth took the opportunity to hike Dollie’s sensation of pain to a higher level, by applying nipple clamps to her puffy titties, which she experienced as orgasmic pleasure. As the pee enema ran its course, Dollie suffered terrible cramps, which I did my best, at Dr. Schloppfarth’s bidding, to gently massage, as her compacted dung worked its way down through her colon.

Suddenly, the time was here for Dollie’s expunging of filth. As Dr. Schloppfarth steadied herself and positioned me front and center, she released Dollie’s butt-plug and let her expulsion of bodily waste befoul us. Dollie squealed in an almost painfully high pitch and just let go of her bowels’ built-up contents. The stench was overpowering, and her filthy blast reduced us to abominable dung creatures.

Dollie’s spray of backed-up waste was overwhelming, and yet had an element of uninhibited glee. There was nothing cruel or angry about it, but rather an almost joyous sharing of her body’s natural excretions, drawing us ever more intimately together within our family circle of control and release, of shame yet glory, and of erotic celebration that few outsiders could ever understand. Dollie and I might technically still be virgins, but these trials we were willingly undergoing, were elevating us into an elite realm of transcending our previous sensory limits and our former qualms and misgivings.

It was as if Dr. Schloppfarth was briskly goose-stepping us through a boot-camp of sensory overload and taboo activities at the very edge of human capacity. I had the sudden hunch that our HODA training would not relent until we had let go of all previous notions of propriety, self-respect, and dignity. My ego, such as it was, was a feeble construct of fears, bravado, and bullshit. My best bet, I reckoned, was to simply surrender myself to Auntie, the good doctor, and any further mentors who presented themselves before me.

At this moment of realization, I suddenly let go and pissed without inhibition all over the clinic’s tiled floor. I felt like a naughty child, but also, for the first time, like I had finally come of age. Oh, Mama!

* * *

Dr. Schloppfarth took a knowing side glance at my urination and gave me an indulgent smile of support. She was no stranger to such ordu escort helpless acts and, indeed, seemed to encourage them as part of the learning process.

Once my stream had dribbled to a halt, she reached over to the nearby cart, and grabbed two toothbrushes and gave one to me and one to Auntie. Both of us looked rather perplexed, which just made the good doctor smile all the more.

“Now that Henrietta has emptied herself, she deserves a good scrubbing, don’t you think? I’m sure her toes and her soles could benefit from some brisk stimulation. Why don’t we see? Ja?”

Auntie and I were a bit slow on the uptake, but Dollie — despite her rather zoned-out state — was suddenly tuned into Dr. Schloppfarth’s intentions.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she gasped, “Did Auntie tell you I’m ticklish? I don’t like where this is going!”

Dollie began to squirm around on the table, but she was well strapped in place and had little wiggle room. Her crotch was still reeking from her expulsions and our mutual situation was more than a little funky. I was standing in my own puddle of piss, and Auntie and I were still covered with Dollie’s filthy blast. I dearly wanted all this to somehow be part of our erotic instruction, but it mostly seemed to be a perverse ordeal of stamina and endurance for all concerned.

At Dr. Schloppfarth’s instructions, Auntie and I started brushing Dollie’s feet with the toothbrushes, as well as pinching her toes, and lightly slapping her soles. We set about it lightheartedly, as if it was all in good fun, but Dollie reacted as if she was being tortured by the Spanish Inquisition.

“No, no, noooooo!” she screamed, “you’re killing me! I can’t take it. Pleeeaaaseee! Have mercy!” She then descended into gibbering nonsense, as if we were driving her mad.

“Oh my!” Mrs. Letchworth snickered. “Don’t tell me that you can’t take a little tickling, Henrietta! I am sure that HODA would like for their prospective initiates to have more fortitude and resilience than this. Well, let’s vary things a little. Maybe a bit of variety will make it more palatable.”

While the doctor watched approvingly, Auntie directed me to brush Dollie’s armpits, while she started grooming Dollie’s little fur-pie with her toothbrush. This only escalated Dollie’s hysteria, especially when Mrs. Letchworth started lightly brushing her niece’s clit, which evoked a high-pitched scream. I felt an urge to lighten Dollie’s torture by setting my toothbrush aside and, instead, licking and kissing her armpits. I figured that perhaps making love to her erogenous zones, instead of raking them with bristles, might redirect her attention to erotic pleasure, instead of tickle torture.

This seemed to work at first, as Dollie took a deep breath and seemed to respond to my intimate attentions. However, I’d not taken into account that, on some level, Dollie actually enjoyed giving herself over to hysteria, so while she savored my more loving approach, she also got a charge out of being tortured out of her mind. The combination of the two approaches seemed to heighten her passion and intensify her juices. Her screaming subsided, replaced by deep breathing and erotic groans. This progression drew Mrs. Letchworth’s attention.

“Ulricke, I think Dollie’s about to erupt. You have yet to enjoy her girl juice, and believe me, it’s the best! Why don’t you come over here and start sucking her cooze. With all your intensive work today, you deserve an Orgone cocktail, direct from the source.”

“Doctor, doctor, I feel so bad. Munch my cunt and make me glad!” Dollie sang out in her high-pitched voice.

We were all giddy with the intense Orgone high pervading the room, and I could almost sense our higher frequency guides hovering about and soaking up the vibes. The methods of HODA may have been unorthodox and controversial, but they did seem effective. Dr. Schloppfarth, positioned herself at the base of the exam table and lowered her face to Dollie’s vagina, savoring both its musky odor and the rude lingering smell of her colonic expulsion.

“Scheisse!” Ulricke suddenly muttered. “Willem, would you do me a favor and slowly and gently remove Henrietta’s nipple clips? I forgot all about them and her titties must be numb by now. Sorry, Dollie. I didn’t mean to leave them on so long. Scheisse!”

I paused my avid licking of Dollie’s pits and shifted my attention to the clips that Dr. Schloppfarth had earlier fastened on Dollie’s “bite sized” boobies. They were nothing fancy, just a couple of spring-loaded clasps that gripped her nipples and part of her areolas, but the flesh they squeezed was beginning to turn blue, and it would be best to remove them without delay.

I tried to do this as carefully and cautiously as possible, because as usual I had done nothing like this before and had no idea what I was doing. I meant well, but I took them both off at once, and the result was cataclysmic. The blood that had been excluded from her tender flesh suddenly returned to her nipples in a painful double-dose.

“Yeeeooooww!” Dollie howled. “Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouchhh!”

I was mortified that I had mucked this up, though in truth, there was probably no way to avoid this effect. And, perversely, given Dollie’s oddly wired nervous system, she experienced this flush of pain as a surge of ecstatic bliss.

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Mal sat silently for a while, thinking. Finally, he said, “So, you mean the B.T. era spans from my time, about ten thousand years ago, until when the A.T. era began?”

Dania said, “Analysis of ancient artifacts from the time before time was lost point to them being about ten thousand years old. Assuming you are from the time of these artifacts, then that’s about right.”

Chapter 15

Mal excused himself and was in the house by himself. He felt panic, and didn’t know what to do, so he wandered into the kitchen, and was leaning on the counter, trying to slow his breathing, trying to cope with the shock of how long he’d been removed from the world. Divya found him, stood in front of him, and put a hand on either side of his head, gently coaxing him look at her. She smiled, softly. Mal realized she truly felt for him. She seemed to have an amazing capacity for empathy.

She put her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, “Just let it go, for now.”

A wave of calm washed over him.

“Whenever I feel like things are crazy, and I’m really freaked, or stressed out, absolutely crazy sex makes me forget everything. What if I told you you could treat me like your sex slave, and tell Dania and Eva what to do to me?” asked Divya.

Mal felt a rush of blood to his lower regions. He thought for a moment, and said, “You and the other ladies seem bisexual, so, you’d like it as much as me, right? I won’t have to feel bad at using you with the other women like that?”

“Well, pretty much all women have an unwritten, unsaid agreement that we will play with each other to make a man happy.” said Divya, as she leaned against the granite counter. “It’s just how things are. Some women like it more than others, and, of course, some women prefer only other women, but we three just do it for the fun of it, for the man.”

“But, you’re not actually-“

Divya cut him off, “I’m straight, and so are Eva and Dania. I really care for you though, Mal, I will do whatever you want.”

They walked back out onto the terrace, where Eva and Dania sat. Divya said, “I’m the slave.”

Eva and Dania smiled at each other, as Divya turned to Mal for instruction. Mal stripped Divya naked.

“Get on your hands and knees,” said Mal.

Divya did so, and Mal then looked at the other two women. “Pull up those dresses!” he said. “Let me see those pussies!”

Dania and Eva both flushed, looked taken aback at his abruptness and forceful attitude, and started pulling their dresses up, revealing their thongs. Mal got on his knees, and put his dick inside Divya, and started fucking her, as he watched her wide hips, and perfect, heart-shaped ass bounce against him. Eva slid her chair over, in front of Divya, and pulled her thong to the side. Mal pushed the back of Divya’s head, and forced her face into Eva’s pussy. Eva moaned.

“Stick your tongue out!” commanded Mal. Divya did so. Mal grabbed a clump of Divya’s hair in his fist, and started pushing and pulling at Divya’s head so that she was fucking Eva with her tongue, as Mal pumped his dick in and out of Divya.

“Oh yeah!” moaned Eva, “fuck my pussy with your tongue you fucking slut!”

Mal kept the rhythm up, and then Eva started to gush. Divya turned her head slightly, so Mal leaned forward, put a hand on either side of her head, and pulled her lips open with his fingers, allowing all of Eva to spray into Divya’s mouth. As Eva sat their moaning and pouring, Mal slammed deep inside Divya, since he was leaning into her, and she started to come. Her juices shot out against his balls and legs, and poured onto the stone underfoot. He felt her pussy gripping his dick as she had an intense orgasm. Her moans were muted by the steady stream pouring into her mouth as Mal kept her lips locked open, and watched the liquid flow in, and overflow, dripping down her chin and neck.

When Eva was drained, Mal put a hand over Divya’s mouth, and said, “Don’t spit her out! Swallow every drop!” Once he felt Divya’s throat contract, he let her go.

Eva got up, and was replaced by Dania. Mal roughly pushed Divya’s face into her pussy, and then pulled out of Divya, worked his way up, and then shoved his dick between Dania’s pussy and Divya’s mouth. He pulled Divya’s head forward, so that her mouth was firmly pressed against Dania’s pussy, and he fucked the wet, nişantaşı escort hot skin between the two gorgeous women. He then slid his dick inside of Dania’s pussy.

“Oh fuck! I’m coming!” shouted Dania, after a few pumps.

After she finished orgasming, Mal pulled his dick out of her, and saw that it was covered in female ejaculate. He pulled Divya’s head back, and said, “Open your mouth, you’re going to taste your friends cream.” And he slid his dick into her mouth. When he pulled it out, it was clean. He pinched her lips open by squeezing her cheeks, and then spit into her mouth. “You like that, you fucking slave?” demanded Mal.

“Yes, Master!” moaned Divya.

Mal jerked off, and came all over Dania’s bush. Then he got behind Divya again, and started fucking her as hard as he could, as he, yet again, pushed her face into the pussy in front of her.

“Lick her clean!” he commanded, and continued fucking her, roughly, as she slurped all of his come out of Dania’s pubes. Another torrent of squirt shot out of Divya, and she whined in ecstasy.

Chapter 16

“So, you didn’t hate that, right?” asked Mal.

“Well, I mean, you felt how hard I was coming, right? asked Divya.

They were lying on her bed that evening, after the other two women had left.

“Okay, so long as that wasn’t miserable for you! I think it’s fun to dominate, but only if it’s fun for everyone,” said Mal.

“You like it when it’s a game,” said Divya.

“Exactly, if I felt like I was truly abusing a woman, I’d feel like shit. I mean, it’s fun to know maybe I’m pushing your limits a little, and making you mine, but, yeah, I like to know you’re having fun, too!”

Divya laughed, and said, “Honey, don’t worry about me! It was my idea, and this isn’t the first time Eva and Dania have used me. I’ve used them, too, plenty of times.”

Mal felt a twinge of intense jealousy, as he realized she was referencing events with other men in the past. He pushed it away, though. With disease and pregnancy non-existent, there was simply no rational reason to whine about who fucked who, especially when it was past tense. It truly, objectively, did not matter. Still, he wondered if Divya, or even all three of them would be loyal to only him, if he played his cards right.

“Besides,” Divya went on, “if I didn’t want to do it, I’d tell you to fuck off and get out of my house, but here you are, lying on my bed with me!” She started laughing.

Mal pushed her backwards, onto the bed, and stripped her, again, as she giggled with delight. He fucked her, hard, and fast. She came, and her pussy contractions jerked him off inside of her. He pulled out of Divya’s pussy and came on her stomach. She smiled at him, gratitude in her eyes. His come dripped into her navel.

“Oh no! Poor Matthew McConaughey!” said Mal.

Divya looked at him like he was crazy, and said, “Poor who?”

Mal realized he was referencing an inside joke that was ten thousand years out of date.

He said, “Sorry, I had this girlfriend back in my time who had a very deep navel. You couldn’t even see the bottom with a flashlight, due to how narrow it immediately got as it went down. So, we joked that it came to a point in a singularity, like a black hole. There was a movie where a guy got stuck inside a black hole, so the joke is that this actor gets covered in come every time it goes into the navel.”

Divya just stared for a second, and then replied, “Mal, I have literally no reply to that!” Then she started laughing.

Mal shrugged, and gave up on the idea of making her understand. He laid down, and the woman cleaned up, and then came back and laid her head on his chest. He listened to her deep, satisfied breaths for awhile, until they lulled him into a wonderful sleep.

Chapter 17

Divya left for work, leaving Mal to do as he pleased in her home. After a while of looking through her private library, and sampling different foods and drinks, though, he got bored and wandered around town for the rest of the morning.

Later that day he started thinking about the time depths again. Everything he had ever known was gone. It was finally, truly hitting him. He started to feel the panic again. The urge to run. But there was nowhere to run. This was nusaybin escort reality, and that’s what was horrifying: there wasn’t even a monster to run from.

He kept moving, hoping the walking would curb his terror. He decided to walk into the downtown area. He saw what looked like a brothel, and remembered how well Divya’s idea had worked the night before. He walked inside, expecting to see whores decked out in fishnets, and waiting for him to pay for a quick fuck. He was ready to have some quick, crazy sex in order to get his mind off of things. Sticking his dick into a few moaning whores would be just crazy enough, too, as he’d never done anything like this in his previous life. He got something much different, instead. The moment he walked in, a beautiful woman, with a slightly tired looking face, walked up to him.

She said, “Hello, Sir, how much will you be willing to drink today?”

Mal had no idea what to say, so he just blurted out, “I don’t know, I don’t really have a limit.”

The woman smiled and said, “Follow me, please.”

She then led him into a room, and instructed him to lay down on a small cot. Then she pulled her skirt up, straddled the cot where his head was, and began masturbating above him, until she finally came, and showered him with her juices. Another woman walked in and said, “Ameliah! You’re not supposed to come on the clients!”

The woman who had gushed on him looked embarrassed, and walked out as she pulled her skirt back down.

“Sorry about that, Sir, your women are queuing, and will be released onto you shortly. Please give your account information to me on your way out so we can pay you,” she said, and then walked out as well.

Mal lie there, confused. What was happening? He waited. He felt slightly cold. He read a sign on the wall that warned of water intoxication, and urged men to carefully attend to how much they consumed. He frowned as he read it. What in the world was water intoxication? Water does not get you drunk, he thought. What was about to happen? Still, he laid there, cold. He was about to get up and walk out, when the door opened again, and women flooded in.

They were all stunning, and nude. One straddled his face, and masturbated for a few seconds, before coming a shower onto his face. The second she started to move away, another woman took her place and came a strong stream into his mouth. A very busty, wide hipped woman started riding his dick, as the woman above his mouth walked away. Another woman straddled his face and began grinding her pussy on his lips. She lifted up for a moment, and Mal saw her inner lips for a second before she slid them back and forth against his mouth again. He parted his lips and sucked at her pussy lips. She moaned, and started to gush. Mal felt a hand against the back of his head forcing his mouth to close around the fountain shooting out of the woman above him. He swallowed her fluids in gulps.

The woman on his dick stood up, walked over while rubbing her clit, and began squirting into his mouth. At the same time, several other women moved toward him, and began orgasming, and their clear water began to flow onto his face. After a moment, each woman managed to get her stream to shoot into his mouth at the same time, by spreading her lips and angling her pussy with her fingers, so that he had six women squirting onto his tongue together. The warning about water intoxication flashed into his mind, as well as Ravi’s previous warning. Was drinking too much water dangerous? He started trying to count how many ounces he was drinking. The numbers got ridiculous, and a huge amount was overflowing out of his mouth anyway, and he lost count. Still, mortal danger wasn’t enough to make him spit them out, because they tasted so good, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself. He chugged the liquid pouring from all six cunts above him, as another woman straddled his dick, and bounced up and down on him, forcing him deeper and deeper into her with each downward motion. All the squirt lubricated the sex to a wonderful degree by making them all slippery and extra smooth feeling.

Several women got impatient at the long lasting streams, which would sputter off, only to start up again once each woman worked up to orgasm again by rubbing her clit and fingering her odunpazarı escort pussy. Four of the impatient women who were waiting their turns walked over and straddled his chest, where they masturbated until they, too, were spraying all over him. In total, eleven women were spraying their orgasm juices all over him. He was starting to get full, and he could barely see anything since so much squirt had gotten into his eyes. He wondered, how many women were there?

The eleven surrounding him exited, and more crowded around him. These women each were already masturbating, and near orgasm. One by one, they straddled his mouth and fingered themselves. Each time, the moment one of them was about to come, she would press her pussy onto his mouth, forcing her bush up his nose, and release her squirt into his mouth until she was drained, and sitting on his face, a quivering, moaning mess. After that, she would slide down his slippery, wet body, and ride his dick until the next woman finished draining herself into his mouth, and took her turn on his dick. Every now and then a woman on his dick would start to orgasm hard enough to squirt again, and would force herself against the ass of the woman on his mouth, and squirt into her ass crack, causing a torrent to pour into Mal’s mouth. He drank it all.

After a long time, he started to feel strange. He was still surrounded by women, ready to sit on his face and pour their orgasm water into his mouth until they were spent, but he was beginning to panic. His joints didn’t feel right, and he was having trouble tensing his muscles. Thinking became difficult, and panic arose. He got up and stumbled out of the water soaked room. The woman working the front desk, who hadn’t been able to hold herself back from coming on him earlier, saw his condition and called for help.

The last thing Mal saw was her yelling, “Catch him!”

Why? Why would someone need to catch him, he wondered. Then, the ground started getting very close to his face. Before it met him, though, he was lost in blackness.

Chapter 18

“Mal?”

Divya’s voice. Mal opened his eyes and saw her sitting there. Where, though? A hospital? He looked down and saw that he was in a bed, while Divya was seated in a chair nearby.

“You nearly died Mal! Why would you be so reckless?” demanded Divya.

“Died? How?” returned Mal.

“You went to a brothel. You made more credits than any man has ever, so, good job, I guess! But, you almost got yourself killed!” said Divya. Mal just stared at her. She crossed her legs and made a sound of frustration. “The women who are desperate enough to go to a brothel have zero self control. They will flood a man’s mouth, and try to make sure he drinks them without thinking. Too much water is fatal!”

Mal turned up his palms and said, “How was I supposed to know that? That doesn’t make any sense! Ravi said something about that, and I read a bizarre sign, but, still, it’s water! How could it fucking kill me?” he demanded.

“Too much water thins out vital chemicals in the body, and will kill you. Unfortunately, women who are so obsessed with being drunk that they will go to a brothel are like sharks who smell a fresh kill. They go crazy, and unless the man knows when to stop drinking them, they will flood him. Men have actually died from this before!” she said as she waved her arms in the air in exasperation.

Mal stared at her. He realized, now, that he had drank an incalculable amount of fluid. Images of pussy after pussy taking turns pushing onto his lips and releasing their juices into his mouth flashed through his mind. The memory of the watery flavor of each woman came to him, too.

“Well, at least I was popular!” he said, laughing. Divya glared at him. He went on, “So, what am I missing here? What is a brothel to you people?”

“A brothel is where a man takes money from women who are desperate to have a man drink them. Since almost no men are willing to do this regularly as a regular employee, almost all brothels operate on a system where they simply queue women, and the second a man arrives they release them onto him. It can be extremely dangerous if the man doesn’t know when to stop, as you’re learning now!” she said.

“Well, fuck, that’s not what the word meant in my time!” said Mal, laughing. Divya furrowed her brow and waited. Mal went on, “In my time, many women would be in a brothel, and await many men who would come in to have sex with them. It was the men who would pay the women.”

Divya looked at the ceiling for a second, and then said, “Of course! I always forget to consider how bizarre and backwards your time was! But, with that in mind, that makes sense.”

To be continued…

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Judah

I held back a groan as a pair of big jade green eyes drifted into my imagination. My dick shifted in my pants as I thought of the tight pussy it had previously broken in during the morning hours. My fingers itched to sink into the warm velvety cavern of my little sister Rachel.

I never had these incestuous feelings for Rachel when I was younger but when she turned sixteen, the little girl with small tits, braces and acne turned into a beautiful blonde woman with big tits and a huge ass that aroused my primal urges of making it red by spanking it hard. I was disappointed in myself when I saw that I hadn’t noticed the changes in my sister before and only did when I saw her wearing a red bikini, with her D cup breasts nearly spilling out and her ass jiggling with each step as she had walked to the pool at our cousin’s house. Maybe I had been too busy with my life to have ignored the delectable body of my sister.

That day, I was disgusted with myself by feeling that way about my sister. I mean who would think about their own flesh and blood in that way. Incest was something society frowned upon. So, naturally I was in conflict with myself. And with college, part-time jobs and parties, my mind was fucking things up even more. But slowly with time the feelings took over my body like wildfire and I started to fuck girls who looked similar to Rachel, both in case of physical attributes as well as behaviour which was on the submissive side. I wasn’t content with fucking all those girls but I couldn’t make a move on my sister, niğde escort knowing that my feelings weren’t reciprocated. I avoided her at all costs.

So, imagine the surprise I felt when I made a move on her this morning and didn’t find any resistance from her side. Watching her in that shirt with her boobs jiggling and her long blonde hair cascading down her back like that made me lose my control. And so, I fucked her and like the little whore she was, and she fucking enjoyed it.

Reaching our home, I quickly jumped out of my car, excitement buzzing in my veins at the thought fucking Rachel’s tight pussy again.

Opening the door, I was greeted with rose petals on the floor shaped into a path that led to my bedroom.

Damn!

My sister was a nice fucking slut trying to make this as romantic as possible.

Opening the bedroom, I wasn’t surprised when I saw the little vixen lying on the bed, naked as the day she was born. I took in her gorgeous tits and her shaved pink glistening pussy as the slut spread her legs wide for me to see. Maybe I was drooling. Literally.

And to make matters worse, she licked her bottom lip slowly while blatantly checking me out.

Fuck!

Her little stunt snapped what little control I had over myself.

Immediately, I got up on the bed and attacked her gorgeous fucking tits.

“Oh my God! Judah!” Rachel moaned as I pulled her right nipple between teeth while squeezing her left breast. I made sure to rub my clothed dick against niksar escort her naked pussy to get a feel of what I was going to have soon again.

After playing with her tits for a while, I started placing small kisses down her stomach and then reached the heaven between her legs.

Fuck! She was literally dripping!

I dragged my tongue across her pussy and her body trembled. I started to suck her clit like my life depended on it and held down on her legs so that she didn’t move away.

“Oh fuck! Judah… Fuck!” Rachel kept moaning while I continued eating her out like she was my favourite meal and indeed she was.

But to make things a bit more interesting, I slapped her pussy twice and was satisfied when her body jerked and more of her juices leaked.

“You like that, don’t you little slut?” I taunted her while simultaneously placing two more harsh slaps on her pussy.

Her only response was her whimpers.

“Please…” She whispered when I licked her pussy slowly, not giving the right amount of friction to orgasm.

“Please what little sis?” I said as I continued my activities.

“Please let me come Jud-Ahh” She screamed mid way through her sentence when I entered two fingers suddenly and started sucking her clit vigorously.

And within seconds, the slut came and I made sure to drink up every drop of her juice.

Finally tired with all the playing, I discarded my clothes and without waiting for her to come back from her high, I entered nilüfer escort her with one Swift thrust.

“Fuck!” She screamed and I took both of her arms and held them up her head with my one hand while using the other hand to balance myself and kept on pistoning in and out of her.

“Fuck… fuck… Judah..” She kept on moaning and I slapped her gorgeous tits.

I placed kisses down her neck and then to silence her moans, I placed a rough kiss on her plump lips. Her pussy clenched around my cock and that action itself fastened my coming orgasm.

The thought of her stomach round with my baby and her tits full with milk increased the speed of my thrusts.

Fuck!

Just thinking of drinking milk from her tits is turning me on.

My thrusts became frequent and I kept kissing her neck and felt myself coming closer to the edge while hearing her moans.

And soon enough, she squirted and I followed right after, spilling my cum inside her.

I fell down on her and breathed in her scent.

We stayed like that for a while, before she broke the silence with her words that turned me on once more.

“I hope this round conceived our baby.”

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A year later, I have updated my story…

I am sorry for updating after so long. I don’t write sex stories usually, so it took me a lot of time to write this… And well, I also have a life outside which is quite honestly shit for a while now…

Anywho, I am thankful to the ones who wrote their encouraging comments and boosted my confidence a bit more.

Thank you to the hate commenters as well since your comments increased my determination to be a better writer…

I hope this part fulfilled your fantasies…

Lemme know in the comments, what you would like to read next…

Yours,

Elena Quirky.

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