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When they told me it was going to be an internal ultrasound, my heart rate picked up. The staff had treated me pretty well so far, but you never knew how someone would react when they actually saw or touched a trans person’s genitals. That, and I was trying not to imagine what it would actually be like, what it would feel like, to have some kind of medical probe inside me.

A nurse led me to the back of the clinic and into a dark, quiet room with an exam table and a desk with a computer monitor and all sorts of ultrasound equipment. She told me I could keep my shirt on, but to undress from the waist down, and use a sheet to cover myself up once I got on the table.

I undressed, folding my jeans and hiding my boxers under them. I stacked them in a pile with my shoes and got onto the exam table, covering myself with the sheet quickly to keep from feeling so exposed. The table itself was comfortable, with a soft foam mattress of some sort. The dim lighting gave the room a calming atmosphere, despite my irritated nerves.

The nurse knocked on the door before coming in, and rolled the desk with the computer monitor over beside me. She showed me the ultrasound wand—a long white probe that curved up at the tip—”Not so scary, right?” She told me to lie back with my knees bent and relaxed. I watched her apply lubricant to the probe with a stroking motion.

“I’m just going to take a look so I can insert it, okay?” She lifted the sheet covering my waist and peered underneath.

With my legs parted on the ultrasound table, I could see her curiosity getting the better of her. Even though she had already lubricated the probe, she ran a slick merter escort finger over my slit, the cold jelly making me jump. Her finger nudged against my clit and I let out a breath, hoping she wouldn’t see it get erect at the slightest stimulation. But there wasn’t much I could do to stop it. As her finger brushed over my clit again, this time more intentionally, I could feel myself getting swollen and wet.

“How long have you been on hormones?”

I wondered if this was an industry-standard question, but with her finger still stroking my clit, it was hard to focus. I cleared my throat, trying not to think about the growing pressure in my groin. “Uh, five years, I think.”

“Have you noticed a lot of changes? I can see you’ve had some hair growth…”

I blushed. I hadn’t trimmed recently, not really planning on anyone seeing me below the belt. “Yes, I guess so.”

I felt her spreading me apart, looking. “Some people have trouble with dryness. Has that been an issue for you?”

There wasn’t a non-embarrassing answer I could give her. “No, I haven’t really had issues with that.” I was certain she could feel my wetness as she ran her finger over my entrance.

“That’s good,” she said. “It’ll help this feel more comfortable.”

“Mhm.” I nodded, focusing on the dim ceiling tiles above me.

“I’m going to insert the probe now. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “Yeah, I’m good.”

I felt the tip of the plastic probe pushing against me just slightly. She ran it up and down, spreading the lube from the probe and collecting some of my own.

“Just some pressure, okay?”

For a moment merzifon escort my body resisted, shrinking back in retreat, muscles clenched tight. Then she pushed past my resistance, slipping inside. The nurse returned her attention to the monitor.

The plastic was cold and intrusive, opening me up. As she inserted it, the raised tip dragged across my g-spot. It might have been how she’d stirred my clit awake, now hard and erect, but the internal pressure sent a wave of arousal through my lower body. The nurse seemed oblivious to this.

She inserted the probe until it rested against my cervix and applied some pressure here, angling the probe downwards. It was an achy pleasure, and my body reacted on its own, my hips rolling up into the probe’s contact.

“I know it’s not the most comfortable, but please try to stay still,” she instructed.

She eased up on the pressure, then started angling the probe to one side and then the other, pushing into the sides of my vaginal walls. I gritted my teeth, frustrated with the teasing way the probe moved inside of me. It was large enough to press pleasurably on my g-spot and make me wetter, but not enough to bring me close to orgasm.

I thought about reaching down and slipping a hand under the sheet to touch my throbbing clit, which was begging for my attention. Even if she didn’t notice my movement, she could likely read my arousal on her ultrasound screen as my walls squeezed and swelled.

What was I thinking? I blinked back into reality, watching the nurse with her gaze fixed on the monitor. I couldn’t just masturbate in front of her, as badly as I needed release.

But mezitli escort then she slid the probe closer to my entrance, angling upward and pressing directly on my g-spot. Any pressure there always gave me this intense feeling of needing to pee and cum at the same time. My body worked as its own operator, tipping my hips desperately into the probe, angling for more pressure. A quiet moan slipped out.

The nurse stopped suddenly. “Are you okay?”

Snapped out of my fantasy, I burned with embarrassment. Had I really just moaned while being probed with an ultrasound? “I-I’m fine.”

“This isn’t hurting you, is it?”

“No! No, it doesn’t hurt. I’m fine.”

“We’re almost done. Think you can hang on a little longer?”

My heart pounded thank God, and also oh fuck. “Y-yeah, I’m good to go.”

She repeated some of the same motions: inserting the probe further, pushing it into me at various angles, sliding it slowly over my inner walls. When she was ready to remove it, she lifted the sheet and pressed two fingers against the sides of my vulva. I hoped she couldn’t tell how wet I was.

One of her fingers pressed lightly against my clit. So starved for attention, that was all it needed to bring me right to the edge. It throbbed painfully. When she slid the probe over my g-spot a final time, the pressure that had been building swelled to release.

“Ah!” The probe slid out as my clit and vagina contracted. Cum and lube dripped down to my asshole. It was an empty, unsatisfying orgasm, and I desperately wished she would push her fingers inside me and help me ride out the last of it. I almost, almost let myself beg: “Please…”

But she was already wiping off the probe, slick with my wetness. My clit still twitching, she got up from her seat. “The doctor will go over the results with you,” she said, handing me a box of tissues. “You might want to clean yourself up a little.”

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“Alright Dave, you’re getting back late. Guess you were wrong about three city girls tapping out after the first night.” A wiry man chuckled from a camouflage covered hovel in the corner of the Cornish countryside, a ramshackle wooden sign announcing the ‘ultimate survival experience.’

“Those three aren’t girls, they’re inhuman.” Dave replied. “The experience was only meant to last 3 days, they just sent me back with all our equipment, confident they could go one more night without anything but the clothes on their backs.”

“You can’t let them do that, they’ll die.” Dave’s business partner yelled.

“They insisted, plus there’s not much we can do about it now.”

Sure enough the next morning, three women emerged from the forest, happily discussing their victory over nature.

The first to crest the horizon was Helmi. A

Half Finnish, half Sudanese giant, she was an intimidating sight for anyone of normal proportions, which is what made her so successful on the debating team at university and in her up and coming career in law. She had been the Rugby captain at Cardiff University where she had met her two closest friends, fellow maniacs who had bonded over extreme situations and adrenaline pumping action.

Charlotte was the group’s daredevil, her mother was the heiress to a large makeup and fashion empire, so she had spent her youth rebelling and proving she wasn’t some pampered princess. Occasionally she’d get her face in the papers as the black haired, pierced and tattooed metalhead accompanying her pristine mother. She was currently surviving through part time gigs in skydiving instruction, white water rafting, and running a bungee jump bridge.

Niamh arrived at Cardiff University having hitchhiked from her home in Inverness, she’d even made a profit buying and selling regional products on the way down. The short ginger girl always had a scheme going on, and a mischievous grin to match.

“Well that was fun.” Helmi joked.

“Relaxing.” Charlotte added.

“We should try something a bit harder next time, break out of our comfort zones.” Niamh concluded as they strolled past the hovel and back to their car.

…

“Ladies, I’ve got a hot tip.” Charlotte announced the moment she arrived in the video call.

“This better be good.” Helmi chuckled. “You don’t want to make Niamh regret putting you in charge of her hen do. Not when I’ve been pitching climbing an actual mountain.”

“This is better. I found us an escape room.” Charlotte announced to the opposite of fanfare.

“Seriously?” Niamh exclaimed. “I only get married once, and your plan is to get some theatre kid to watch us fiddle with padlocks for an hour?”

“Abduction Adventure is the most extreme escape room you’ll ever face.” Charlotte read off her screen. “You and your friends will pay to stay for a week in a stunning house in the Polish countryside. At some point during your stay, you will be legitimately kidnapped and forced to go through intense trials to escape. Before you book, you will be required to fill out a questionnaire, and give us access to your social media accounts, so we can do a full psychological evaluation of which ordeals would be the worst for you to face.”

“Alright, alright. Starting to sound pretty cool.” Helmi admitted.

“Give me a second while I share my screen, there’s a clip.” Charlotte continued. There was a slight pause while the video sharing program clicked into gear and the faces of three friends were replaced with the website Charlotte was on.

Surrounded by the hardcore grey and red motif of the website was a video that Charlotte pressed play on before maximising. Immediately their screen was filled with a room that looked like a butchers.

“Hello?” A meek voice filled the speakers. There was a brief pause before, from the bottom of the screen, a woman entered the scene. She was a small and blonde, and as she wandered more and more onto camera, it became clear that she wasn’t wearing any clothes. “Is anybody there?”

All of a sudden the door she had just walked through slammed shut behind her. The room plunged into darkness and a screen lit up with a man in a balaclava looking down on his captive.

“There are two sets of handcuffs hidden in the room you are currently standing in.” He announced through a heavily distorted voice. “One to go around on wrists and one to go on your ankles. You have 10 minutes to find them and put them on or you will lose and face the ultimate forfeit.”

“No, anything but that!” The woman yelled as she immediately began rummaging through some bins in the corner of the room. The sound of her panicked breathing continued while the picture faded to black with the Abduction Adventure logo.

“Alright, that’s pretty hardcore.” Helmi acknowledged.

“And that’s just her specific nightmare. We have to pay 5000 Euros each, and wait a couple of months so they can make an experience just for us.” Charlotte explained with an unspoken understanding that she would pay for this whole idea.

“That sounds pretty mardin escort sweet, but it’s not like some of our previous high octane adventures where we’re putting our safety in the line, it’s still just an escape room, what’s the worst they could do to us?” Niamh asked.

“You hear the voice talk about ‘the ultimate forfeit?’ If we don’t escape in time, all the footage of our kidnapping and failed tasks gets uploaded onto the Abduction Adventure website.” Charlotte explained.

“Holy fuck Charlotte, no way.” Helmi gasped. “What if someone I know sees me like that?”

“Firstly, way to have confidence in yourself girl, we’re more than able to take on whatever some Polish puzzle maker can throw at us. Secondly the videos get uploaded to a members only area, so it’s not like everyone is going to see it. And finally, the worst case scenario is just some blushes, you almost died in that paragliding incident and you’re worried about a few pervs seeing your body” Charlotte asserted.

“I’m just worried that…” Helmi began.

“Exactly, when was the last time one of these things worried us. Come on, feel that tingle in the bottom of your stomach? This is exciting!” Charlotte interrupted.

“Niamh, what do you think? You’re the bride to be, you definitely get a say.” Helmi asked.

“I’m shaking, actually shaking.” Niamh observed, pleasantly surprised. “Let’s do this.”

…

“Jesus Christ Charlotte, when you said we’d be in a house in the Polish countryside, I thought it would be some old farmhouse where instead of central heating they just gave us a bottle of vodka. This is glorious.” Helmi acknowledged as the trio wheeled their suitcases through the door of an opulent countryside villa that was a winding couple of hours drive from John Paul II airport in Krakow.

“Check this out, it’s got a pool, a jacuzzi, a sauna, a hanging sense of dread for our inevitable kidnapping, and even a games room.” Charlotte joked.

“How do you think they’re going to do it?” Niamh asked.

“I’m curious about that myself. Do we automatically win if we beat the crap out of the men trying to kidnap us?” Helmi chuckled, flexing her muscles boisterously.

“Probably, so let’s start drinking and make it easier for them!” Charlotte cheered, pulling the complimentary bottle of champagne out of the fridge and popping it with extra vigour.

…

Helmi was the first to awaken, it wasn’t like waking up from a normal sleep, it was the shaking off of a delirium, bringing the real world back to the forefront of her fogged up mind. Her senses came back together, but focussed on processing one issue at a time in order of importance.

The first issue was Helmi’s sleeping arrangements. She remembered only just making it to a comfortable bed last night as the room began to swirl and melt around her, but she awoke tied to a far less comfortable metal chair. Her wrists were tied to the arms of the chair while her ankles were tied apart by the chair legs. She could tell the chair was metal because there was no fabric between herself and the cold steel her body was resting on. She looked around to see Niamh and Charlotte also tied naked to seats, Charlotte was still asleep while Niamh was starting to squirm and groan herself awake.

“What the fuck is…” Helmi began as she rattled against her restraints.

“Shhh.” A distorted voice implored, as the shadow of a man sat in front of a spotlight pointed at the trio held his hand up. “We want a gentle awakening for your friends, they’ll appreciate it.”

“Who are you?” Niamh groggily mumbled.

“All in good time, but I don’t want to explain myself more than once so let’s wait for your friend to come around.” The man replied as Charlotte began to squirm awake.

“Holy fuck!” Charlotte squealed as she too began to shake off her brain fog.

“Good we’re all back in the land of the living.” The shadowy figure chuckled. “Now that you are all awake I have 2 things to say. Firstly, my name is Bebok, you are now totally at my mercy. Secondly, you are the dumbest, horniest sluts I have ever met.”

The trio of thrill seekers looked at each other with concern, hoping to find strength in the presence of their friends when facing this overt insult.

“Let me lay out what has happened. Abduction Adventure is not a holiday experience, we are a porn site with an exciting story. We pay adult stars to pretend to be into the humiliating mind games we designed, and to sell that illusion we put a booking page on our website with a stupidly high price tag. So congratulations on being the first bitches dumb enough to pay €5000 each to get kidnapped, abused and humiliated, with the possibility of thousands of men watching, cocks in hand.” Bebok explained.

Niamh and Helmi both shot daggers at Charlotte who nervously giggled.

“Nevertheless, you’ve paid us handsomely and signed the waivers so we figured we should try this for real, see what happens. In case you were wondering, that welcome champagne in the villa that you unquestioningly marmaris escort drank had a little something in it to keep you knocked out while we stripped you down and brought you here. That’s two stupid choices that landed you here and you’re going to be relying on those brains to not be exposed, not a great sign is it?”

The spotlight narrowed so that it could single out individual women before pointing at Charlotte.

“Charlotte Lambert. Even your name shows a conflicted little girl, in all the extreme sport videos you uploaded you give yourself the English pronunciation with hard Ts and short As. So sad for the daughter of a proudly French multi-millionaire fashion icon. Since I can feel the resentment dripping off of you, we’re going to use the french pronunciation going forward.” Bebok mocked.

To Charlotte’s surprise, Bebok then stood up and began walking towards her. As he got closer the trio could tell he was a large imposing man, but he was wearing black clothes and a balaclava so they couldn’t tell much more about him.

“Of the three, you have the largest breasts, a sweet pair of DDs.” He informed before reaching out and roughly grabbing Charlotte’s tits, kneading them in his hands.

“Hey, get the fuck off me, pervert.” Charlotte yelled.

“Oh yes, please pretend you have any say in the matter. It makes it so much more fun when I continue to do whatever I want to you.” Bebok said while looking Charlotte dead in the eyes without taking his hands off her breasts. He traced a snake tattoo on her thigh with his finger before going back to his chair to sit down and read from her file.

“So Mademoiselle Lambert, we aren’t psychologists but based on your social media and questionnaire responses we have a pretty good grip on the kind of woman you are. Everyone pictures the heiress to the Visage fortune as some wimpy, pampered, spoilt brat and you are desperate to prove them all wrong. It’s why you dye your hair black, have 6 different tattoos, and have piercings on your ears, nose, tongue and nipples. It’s also why put yourself in the kind of extreme situations that money can’t buy you out of, case in point. However you are a coward, you have never given away your money, or renounced your fortune, because deep down you know that even proving you don’t need money is an expensive endeavour. You spend your life walking a tightrope with the largest safety net a woman can have. Don’t worry though, today we will really test you.”

Bebok placed the file back down beside him and gave a moment for the girls to stew in silence before turning the spotlight on Helmi.

“Helmi Koskinen, I can honestly say I’ve never worked on a woman with a more intimidating body. We sure are glad you hit the booze harder than the other 2 because we did not want someone like you waking up.” Bebok explained, once again standing up and walking over. He began to knead Helmi’s breasts in his hands and the rugby player began growling and pulling at her bonds.

“B cup breasts and if I’m being honest most of that is muscle. But if I had to give a surprising highlight to stripping you down, it would be the bare pussy between your legs. I wasn’t surprised Charlotte keeps a tidy landing strip and Niamh is growing a forest, but an Amazon like you keeping herself totally shaved down there, really made me giggle.”

To make his point, Bebok traced his hand down Helmi’s abs, over her bare pubis, and lightly rubbed her pussy, slightly parting her labia before calmly retreating back to his seat.

“You have basically no social media presence, you log in all the time but you pretty much never post anything of your own. When you first started bulking up at university, you’d post pictures every time you found an extra fibre of muscle, but now not so much. We think you don’t want to reveal anything that could be a weakness. We think you have a pathological fear of being weak. Everything you do is in service of being able to fight your own corner, the law career, weekend rugby, and we checked this ourselves, you spend more than 12 hours a week at the gym. Don’t worry though, we think that fear is a weakness, so let’s help you face that fear shall we?”

“Alright you shadowy prick, I know what I’m about, let’s skip it.” Niamh yelled as Bebok tried to allow another awkward silence as he turned the spotlight on her.

“Oh you don’t understand, these evaluations aren’t for your benefit, if anything they warn you of the kind of things we have planned for you. These are for the benefit of the thousands of viewers you will get if you fail in your challenges. We want them to see you as naked as possible.” Bebok explained, enjoying the silence his observation provoked.

“So… Niamh Aiton, let me just say that I am so happy the carpet matches the drapes.” Bebok joked.

“Fuck you!” Niamh yelled by way of response as Bebok walked over and grabbed her tits.

“D cup tits, not much smaller than Mademoiselle Lambert, but attached to a smaller frame which makes you look a lot more top-heavy. One tattoo mecidiyeköy escort on your arm, a rose with a little tag that reads Bryn, the name of your fiance.” Bebok explained. Niamh felt profoundly uncomfortable having her captor talk about her husband while he fondled her breasts but decided to try not to let on. Eventually he went back to his seat to read her file.

“Your social media is filled with whatever product or service you’ve recently decided could give you a quick payday, very little about yourself though. Of the group, we think you are the most greedy, you are terrified of missing out on something big, so you live cheap, train yourself to push forward without fear, and grab anything even resembling an opportunity. Don’t worry though, I feel like your FOMO can be cured with a heavy dose of wishing you’d missed out on what we have planned for you.” Bebok chuckled as he returned back to his seat.

“Alright girls, it’s time to start your adventure, first things first, we’re going to split you three up and see how well you can handle yourselves on your own. You will each be given a challenge, if you fail, video of your failure will be uploaded to the internet. If you succeed, you will be given bonus points for how well you succeed. Once you’ve all done your individual tasks, there will be a group task, and you better hope that you and your friends have earned enough bonus points or it will be particularly difficult. What I’m saying is scraping a D- in the next room won’t be enough, if you want to succeed, you’re going to have to go above and beyond.”

The sound of scraping filled the air as previously hidden men grabbed the chairs from behind and began to drag the trio into the rooms where they will face their challenges.

…

Helmi looked around her room and was surprised by the theme, she was in a small room that looked like a home gym. There were some basic pieces of exercise equipment around and a wall of lockers, but the obvious centrepiece of the room was a bench press with a loaded weight bar on the rack above it.

The man dragging her chair untied her right arm and left Helmi to untie the rest of herself as he took his position at the head of the bench. Once Helmi had fully untied herself, a digital clock on the wall began counting down from 20 minutes.

“Alright, so what do I have to do?” Helmi spat at the man.

“I’m just your spot.” The man bluntly replied. Helmi glanced at the bench and saw a piece of paper with enough writing on it that it was clearly an explanation. So she snatched it up and gritted her teeth as she found out what was in store for her.

‘Your task is as follows: bench press the weight as many times as possible. If you do less than 5 reps, you will be classed as a failure and the footage will be released. For every rep over 5 you get a bonus point to take into the group challenge.’

‘The weight is currently set to 360kg. This is heavy enough that if you were to lift it you would be the new world record holder. But you can lower the weight using the lockers. Each locker has a weight modifier on it, if you open the locker and complete the order inside, your spotter will modify the weight accordingly. (If you interfere with the spotter doing his job you will face an instant forfeit.) If you open a locker and refuse to do the order it prescribes, the opposite of the modifier will be applied to the weight.’

‘Finally, next to the lockers you will see a modified photo booth. You can go back and forth between bench pressing and modifying the weight as many times as you like, but every time you finish at the lockers, you must spend 10 seconds in the photo booth, looking at the screen before you can start benching. That 10 second clock will restart if you close your eyes or look away.’

Helmi finished reading the instructions and scrunched her eyes for a second to process her task. She looked at the lockers, there were 20 in total arranged in a 4 by 5 grid and sure enough they had a series of laminated signs on them. At the top, there were two lockers labelled as ‘÷3’ and two labelled as ‘÷2’. Beneath them there were a series of lockers labelled with minuses ranging from ‘-100kg’ to ‘-10kg’.

“Naturally I’m going to want to start by dividing the weight before I start minusing.” Helmi mumbled to herself. “But you can bet the divides are going to be the worst and if I refuse to do them it’ll double or triple the weight.”

Helmi sat in thought for a second, but caught the clock in the corner of her eye and decided she needed to start moving. She decided to open a locker marked as ‘÷2’, certain that the ‘÷3’ would be something completely beyond the pale.

Inside the locker was a chastity belt, with a small pot of lube and a sign that simply read ‘put this on.’ Helmi took a closer look at the belt, it was made of shiny chrome attached in segments around black leather, coming together to a clip with a keyhole on it that made it clear once the belt was on, it wouldn’t be coming off until whoever had the key willed it so. At the base of the crotch were two metal beaded protrusions, clearly designed to go inside of the wearer. Helmi rolled her eyes but she didn’t have time to go through the rigamarole of resisting, not when non-compliance would mean having to figure out a way to lower the weight from 720kg.

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Just as she expected, Diana was sore when she got out of bed the next morning. At least she was well-rested; she had slept like a rock. A good fucking by a cock like Rob’s would do both to you.

Cathy was up, having breakfast as she was getting ready for work, when Diana emerged from her bedroom. She laughed out loud when she saw the way Diana was walking.

“I see Big John wasn’t much help.” Cathy snickered.

“I can’t even imagine what kind of shape I would be in right now, had I not practiced for this date.” Diana lamented.

Diana gave Cathy a brief synopsis of the evening, going into detail about their visit from the police.

Cathy horse-laughed at Diana’s thorough account of the eyeful that she had given the officers. “Girl, you should see if you can find out who they are, and ask one or both of them out on a date.” she cackled, as she slapped the table several times, hysterically.

Diana fixed herself a cream cheese bagel, then excused herself to finish getting ready for work. Getting ready for work included putting on some panties.

She had already planned the get together that evening with Charlie, as they worked out together at the gym the previous evening, including the involvement of his roommate, Carl. She texted him late in the morning to let him know that Rob would definitely be joining them.

The rest of the day flew by, and she was still just as sore by the end of the day as she had been when she woke up that morning. “I guess I’ll just have to cowgirl up.” she chuckled to herself.

A couple of hours before leaving the office, she sought out a private, executive restroom to perform an enema and clean up with some wipes. Diana enjoyed anal, and she wanted to make sure there were no embarrassing mishaps this evening, especially with an audience. She returned just before leaving to clean up again and remove her panties. As she had expected, the pair she had worn to the office was getting pretty funky by the end of the day.

“Tomorrow is going to be a real mess.” she thought to herself.

Diana would run into the gym to change into her street clothes, as she didn’t want to be seen in her slutty getup at her office.

Rob was already parked at the gym when Diana arrived, and he was floored when he saw her get out of her car. As hot as she was in her gym clothes and the clothes she had worn for their rendezvous, she was absolutely stunning in her business attire, with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She looked so professional……so smart……so….. innocent? He would have never guessed in a million years what was behind this beautiful facade. This time it was his heart that was beginning to throb, instead of his penis.

“I am so screwed.” he told himself.

As she started toward the gym to change clothes, she noticed Rob waiting in his car. The strength and confidence that she had been emanating instantly evaporated, as she smiled sheepishly and waved at him. He thought it was so strange that she seemed almost embarrassed for him to see her this way, when he was getting ready to see her dressed like a tramp, and then getting fucked by two other guys before he climbed on her. What the fuck was he getting himself into?

When she emerged from the gym, she was her usual, confident self. She was wearing a white golf skirt that barely covered her ass. Up top she was wearing a cutoff t-shirt, that was cut so short that her under boob was playing peek-a-boo, when her little titties bounced as she walked. Her nipples were rock hard, and their outline shown prominently through the thin t-shirt.

Not only was her confidence back, but she was obviously very pleased with the look on Rob’s face when she opened the door and slid her fine ass onto the passenger seat of his car.

“You ready to have your mind blown? …………..and maybe your dick, too?” she asked, smiling sweetly and batting her eyelids.

“I..I..I think so.” stammered Rob.

“Good.” she replied. “Let’s get moving.”

Rob turned out of the parking lot and headed toward the university at Diana’s direction. As he drove, he took the initiative and placed his hand on the inside of Diana’s left thigh, and then slid it deliberately up to her crotch, where he started running his fingers through her pubes. Damn, he loved that beaver. Before Rob’s hand had reached her crotch, she had started spreading her legs to grant him access. Diana’s mound was already starting to get puffy, and he hadn’t been playing with her pussy for more than a minute, when her juices started trickling from her slit. She took his hand and pushed Rob’s fingers inside her sopping-wet sex. A few moments later, his fingers were squishing in and out of her box, and she started moaning and clamping her legs together as waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed.

She abruptly stopped him, though, pulling his fingers out and licking her juices from them. “Honey, I’m already so sore from last night. And I don’t need you loosening me up any more with your fingers. I don’t know if these boys are going to even feel a thing melikgazi escort after the reaming you gave me, as it is.” she said, playfully “And I’m barely able to feel them when I haven’t had my cunt stretched.”

She continued to suck on his fingers for a few moments, and the feeling transferred straight to his penis, as if he was getting a BJ. “She could probably make me cum, just by doing that.” he thought to himself. After Diana finished cleaning Rob’s fingers, he pulled her skirt up again and began running his fingers through her fiery beaver. She smiled at him and spread her legs a little farther.

“I told the boys to jerk off an hour or so before we get there, so that they won’t be going off half-cocked, right out of the gate.” Diana explained, bluntly. “I don’t want this get together to last too long, but I want it to be worth our while.”

About 15 minutes later, they were pulling into an apartment complex, just off the campus of the university. Diana directed Rob to the South end of the parking lot, and they ascended the stairs to the fourth floor apartment where the Charlie and Carl lived. The door opened before Diana had a chance to knock, and Charlie stepped back, inviting Diana and Rob inside. Once inside, Diana made introductions between Charlie, Carl, and Rob.

Rob was feeling very out of place, not to mention silly, being around 20 years these boys’ senior, and getting ready to watch them fuck Diana. But Diana acted as if they were attending a backyard barbecue, displaying not a single hint of any type of awkwardness. Neither did she waste time or mince any words.

As soon as the door shut behind them, she shucked off her t-shirt and skirt.

“I know that you fellows are hard up for some pussy,.” she began “but before I let you have any, you’re going to have to get me off a few times. That’s the price of the ride.”

As she spoke, Charlie moved up behind Diana and began kissing her on her neck, and reached around to caress her bruised breasts. He then transitioned to pinching and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Diana tilted her head to grant him access to her beautiful, long neck, and let out a series of soft moans. Charlie worked his way up her neck to meet her waiting lips, and her moans became muffled as they began kissing.

Rob was surprised at the feelings that he had about the kissing. He had been preparing himself to see these boys fucking Diana, and to perhaps see her sucking their dicks, but there was something that seemed so much more personal about her kissing someone else, especially as she moaned into Charlie’s mouth, as she had Rob’s the night before. He hadn’t even considered the kissing issue, while trying to imagine how this was going to go. He could feel the old green-eyed jealousy monster clawing its way to the surface.

Carl, who was a wiry, pasty-looking fellow, that would benefit greatly by going to the gym to work out with Charlie, stepped up to face Diana, and knelt down to kiss and lick her swollen sex. Diana opened up her legs to allow Carl as much access as she could, while still standing, and her knees began threatening to buckle as he licked her.

The attention that she was simultaneously receiving from two men got Diana’s motor revving, and she had her first orgasm within a couple of short minutes.

After cumming, Diana pulled her lips from Charlie’s, and beckoned Carl to stand up. “Boys, let’s move to the bedroom.” she instructed. “And get your clothes off; both of you.”

Both of the young men began stripping their clothes off, and were naked by the time they reached the bedroom. Rob followed the trio, without having to be told.

Inside the bedroom, Diana pushed Charlie onto the bed. He rolled over onto his back and scooted toward the head of the bed, without instruction. It appeared obvious to Rob that Charlie already knew how things were supposed to proceed.

Diana crawled over top of Charlie and stopped when her crotch was positioned over his erect cock. Charlie was lucky if his member was 6 inches long, and it was nowhere near as big around as Rob’s. Rob found himself wondering if Charlie was going to do anything for her.

As she lowered herself slowly onto Charlie’s modest member, she reached down and guided it into herself with her right hand. “Remember, neither one of you cum until I’m on my back. I don’t want to lose a single drop.” she said, addressing both Charlie and Carl.

“Carl, come here, honey.” she instructed.

Carl climbed onto the bed and approached on his knees. She took his prick, which was a bit smaller, yet, in her mouth, and began slurping on it slowly. After a few moments she stopped, and he pulled away from her, his dick now coated with her saliva.

Carl moved around behind Diana, as she lowered her breasts to within reach of Charlie’s eager lips. In what was obviously a choreographed arrangement, Diana arched her back, tilting her ass as far upwards as she could, without pulling off of Charlie’s dick. Carl moved in and began inserting meram escort his cock slowly into Diana’s waiting ass, as Charlie started sucking on her nipples. Now, with both of her barrels loaded, the trio began grinding slowly too and fro.

Even though the guys weren’t well-endowed, and there wasn’t much in and out movement, Diana was clearly experiencing ecstasy from the dual penetration. What started out as her moaning, quickly transitioned to screams. She came three times in as many minutes, pausing after each orgasm to caution the boys that it wasn’t their turn yet.

After her third screaming orgasm, Diana called to Rob, telling him that she wanted his monster in her mouth. Rob moved awkwardly to the side of the bed, removed his shoes and clothing, and climbed onto the bed, on his knees, positioning his throbbing member to the right side of her face. Diana turned her face toward it and took it in, stretching her mouth once more to admit his bulbous glans.

The looks on Charlie and Carl’s faces when they saw Rob’s member, was priceless. They had both been with Diana for a menage a trois on a couple of occasions, they had both been around other naked men in gym locker rooms, and they’d seen men with monster cocks in porn videos, but they’d never seen an erection that large in person, much less one that would be sharing the same vagina they had. It was simultaneously amazing and intimidating.

Having now achieved “airtight” status, Diana’s libido kicked into overdrive. She began grinding her pelvis against Charlie once more, and Carl drove his little guy as far and as hard into her ass as he could. While the boys were average to slightly under-average in size, the combination of both, in her ass and her cunt, was amazing. The feel of them stroking against each other through the wall between her ass and her pussy was ecstasy. With the added stimulation of Charlie sucking her left nipple, and the head of Rob’s cock stretching her mouth open, she began screaming, though her screams were stifled by Rob’s member. Her screaming, in turn, stimulated Rob further, causing his dick to become even tighter in her mouth. With all of the motion going on, Diana feared that she was going to dislocate her jaw. Within moments she climaxed again.

Diana pulled her mouth off of Rob’s cock, with a “pop”, and she nearly collapsed.

“OK fellows, time to change stations.” Diana said, as she tried to catch her breath.

Carl pulled out of Diana’s ass slowly, giving her already-bruised right cheek a hard slap as he did. Diana squealed and then began raising up onto her hands and knees, pulling off of Charlie’s cock as she arose.

She rolled onto her right side and then onto her back, and reached above her head to grab one of the pillows at the head of the bed. Rob was surprised and, for a moment, puzzled, when Diana raised her ass up, off of the bed, and slid the pillow under it.

“Charlie, you’re up. I know how badly you want this pussy.” Diana said. “Don’t worry about getting me off. Fill me with your load, but make sure to pull out slowly and carefully when you’re done.”

Diana spread her legs open for Charlie as he lined his cock up with her box. He wanted to give Diana a good orgasm with just his lone cock, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen. As he entered her, she began talking to Charlie provocatively.

“That’s what you needed, isn’t it, baby? You need that pussy, don’t you?” Diana asked.

“Yes, I do.” Charlie answered. “I need it. It’s so good.”

Diana lay there on her back motionlessly and silently, as Charlie began pumping in and out of her. Charlie liked her impression of a dead fuck, and he was turned on even more when she would say something hurtful to him. They had an understanding about that.

“Come on, baby. I can’t feel your little dick, but I know you have to be about ready to pop. Let mommy have it. Fill that sweet pussy with your load. You know you need to.” she continued.

Charlie grunted, thrusting as far and deep into Diana’s cunt as he could get, as he obediently unloaded inside her.

“Good boy.” she told him, as he collapsed on top of her.

“Damn baby, your pussy is so good.” Charlie told her.

They kissed tenderly for moment, then Diana reminded Charlie to pull out of her slowly. She didn’t want to lose a single drop of baby batter before Rob had the chance to slide inside her.

Rob had to stifle a laugh when he heard Diana talking to Charlie like that. It was hard to imagine a man actually being turned on by having a woman talk to him like that. But he managed to keep a lid on it, for fear he’d piss Diana off. And whatever the case, it had obviously turned Charlie on when she had degraded him, and she was obviously happy to do it for him.

After carefully raising up off of her, Charlie moved up to lay beside Diana’s right shoulder. As Carl moved into place and placed his penis inside her, Charlie began sucking on her right nipple. There was no way that Carl was going to be able to do anything for her, but he wasn’t mersin escort turned on by shaming like Charlie was. So Charlie helped him out by sucking on and playing with Diana’s little tits while Carl fucked her. The moans Charlie brought out of her, served to turn Carl on. Carl would close his eyes and imagine that those moans were for him.

Carl liked the dirty talk, too, but his preference was a bit in the opposite direction from Charlie’s. “Come on, stud.” Diana began. “You wanna knock me up, don’t you?”

“Mmmm hmmm.” Carl grunted, as he pumped harder and harder.

“You wanna see my belly all swollen up with your baby inside me, don’t you?” she asked, in an accusatory tone.

“MMMM HMMMM.” he grunted, even louder.

“Then do it.” Diana whispered into his ear. “Put your baby inside me.”

Even though the boys had both masturbated before Diana came over, Carl popped as soon as she said that. While his penis was small, he pumped a respectable load into Diana. His orgasm went on for the better part of 10 seconds, and he shot rope after rope inside her. Diana could actually feel it, even though none of it was running out of her; the added elevation of the pillow had achieved her intended purpose.

“Careful, darling. Don’t spill any on your way out.” Diana cautioned Carl, as he began to pull out.

Rob, who had taken a seat in a chair in the corner of the bedroom, rose without being queued, and approached Diana from the foot of the bed. As he crawled up the bed, between her legs, he could see cum pooled up just inside her cunt, and a little dribbled on her bush.

“Slowly, babe.” Diana said to Rob, as he lined his rod up with her slit. “Try not to squish it all out of me right away.”

Rob nodded in acknowledgement, and began carefully sliding inside Diana. Her cunt was almost overflowing with hot, sticky jizz, and it turned Rob on, as she had predicted it would. It took him a while to slide his shaft all the way into her. Once there, he stayed still for a few moments. Charlie and Carl were both lying on the bed, one on each side of Diana. She would turn her head from one to the other, and kiss them, as they took turns sucking on her titties.

Diana’s Cunt had never felt so full, but it would be feeling even fuller very shortly. She started moaning as Charlie and Carl did their work. Rob was prompted to start shoving his cock as far as he could get it into Diana, but he didn’t pull out; he would press in and release. The combination of his cock stuffing her cunt, packed in all of that cum, and the boys sucking on her nipples and taking turns smothering her moans with their mouths was overpowering. After a few minutes Diana began experiencing the contraction-like, aftershock orgasms that she had experienced for the first time in her life, with Rob the night before. She found herself nearly doubling over as she came again, but she was held down by the combined weight of three men on top of her.

After a couple more orgasms Diana lay there panting, and told Rob “Darling, it’s your turn. Give me your load.”

With all of the stimulation, Rob was beyond ready to unload, so he began pumping in and out of her. As he did, Charlie and Carl’s loads began gushing out around his cock, causing a loud suctioning noise as he started to drive her. Their cum made an amazing lubricant. As his climax approached, Rob began hammering his cock into Diana harder and harder. When he came, he rammed himself as far inside her as he could get, and stayed buried, as he pumped his load into her. As she felt Rob’s load pushing out of her slit, around his cock, Diana experienced her last orgasm of the evening as well.

As their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to normal, Diana locked her beautiful green eyes with Rob’s gaze. They just gazed at each other silently for a few moments before Diana smiled, almost sweetly, instead of just naughtily. But then the naughtiness returned, as she reminded Rob to pull out slowly.

Diana turned to Charlie as Rob carefully pulled out, and asked him to be a dear and bring her gym bag into the bedroom. He gladly obliged her, placing the bag on the bed next to her. Diana pulled a tight pair of boy short style panties from the bag and slid them over her feet and pulled them up, while her ass was still elevated on the pillow. There were massive amounts of cum smeared all around her pussy and in her bush, and cum running out of her slit and own through the crack of her ass. She appeared to be sealing it all in place. After she had her panties in place, she stood up and made her way back into the living room with her gym back, to collect her clothes.

“Rob, let’s go find something to eat.” she said. “I am famished.”

Rob would have expected the same kind of casual demeanor if the group had just finished playing a few rounds of putt-putt golf together. He quickly got dressed, and Diana said goodnight to the boys. A few moments later they were headed to Taco Bell for a late meal.

As they were in the car, on their way to get food, Diana pulled her skirt up to where the saturated, sopping, sticky crotch of her panties were visible. She looked Rob in the eyes as she giggled and commented “I love being a cum dumpster. And I love being a cum slut. Rob, tell me I’m your cum slut. I want to hear you say it.”

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In the bathroom, Allie and Francine began making out, their hands exploring each other and removing clothes along the way. Without the distraction of making out I was able to strip faster than them and then began to pull off their pants.Once we were all naked, Allie broke her kiss with Francine and turned to me.

“I think it’s time you return the favour.” Allie said as she grabbed my cock.

Pulling my cock to the floor, Allie made me kneel and as I did Francine tied her shirt over my eyes. Blinded, I felt Allie release my cock only to have a leather cuff tightened around my balls which was used as a leash to lead me to the tub. They both sat on the edge and as Allie ran the water Francine spread her legs and guided my face to her pussy. As the tub to fill I ate out Francine. Her pussy grew wetter and her thighs tenses and tightened around my ears. however, before she could cum Allie pulled her into the tub. Allie then told me to go find the stool. When I raised my hands to remove the shirt a quick tug on the leash.

“I’ll give you hints.”

Given just enough slack to wander, i began my search with Allie periodically tugging one way or another. Finally, the stool banged against my shin. Suddenly the tension returned as Allie reeled me back to the tub.

Over the sounds of sloshing water Allie told me how they were grinding against each other and where their fingers roamed and squeezed. When she finally reached out and grabbed my lüleburgaz escort cock it was rock hard again. There was more splashing and suddenly I felt a mouth wrap around my cock followed by a rhythmic splashing and slapping of skin-on-skin.

“I wish I had my strap-on right now.” Allie said as Francine’s tongue teased my cock. “She’s so tight and hot and wet. Maybe next time we’ll even fuck this tight little asshole. I bet you would like to see that. Me pound her tight holes. Make her cum again and again.”

By this point the slapping sound was a blur as Allie thrust herself against Francine’s ass. Each thrust not only forced Francine further on my cock, but made her give a small moan which vibrated along my shaft. Before either of us could cum though, Francine’s mouth pulled away followed by the sounds of both of them leaving the tub. A pair of hands grabbed me from behind me pulled me back until my cock was resting on the stool which a foot then gently pinned it to. As the foot stroked my cock my head was pushed forward and up to a wet pussy. As my my mouth worked I heard Allie behind me.

“Get her nice and ready because you still owe us and orgasm and are going to fuck one out of her. Then you and your cum are mine.”

With that Allie pulled me down as the foot lifted so that I was on my back. Francine pounced on my cock, inserting it into her fully with one motion as she slammed against me. She thenrose maçka escort until my cock was barely inside before slamming back down. Doing my best to ignore the tension on my balls I thrust to match her intensity. All the teasing meant Francine didn’t last long as her pussy somehow grew even tighter as she came. She pounded a few more times as the orgasm subsided and then rested on my chest. Finally the shirt was removed, giving me a final glimpse of her tits before Francine put it back on.

“That was great but I’ve got to run.” She said as she gave me a quick kiss before standing up with the help of Allie. Francine quickly got dressed and as she was leaving she stopped at the door. “Next time I’ll make sure I have whole the day free.” Francine blew a quick kiss and then hurried out.

As soon as the door closed behind Francine there was a harsh tug on my balls forcing me to my knees. From this position my cock was against resting on the stool. Allie began to run her toes along the top of my cock as she pulled my head to her pussy. The scene that just unfolded in front of her had kept her hot and wet and soon she was bent over as her orgasm neared. She relaxed her hands and I pulled my head away from her pussy and to her tits, flicking her nipple with my tongue before sucking on it. During this replaced my tongue with a couple fingers in her pussy. It wasn’t much longer before Allie came. Once she recovered from her orgasm she magosa escort stepped back, finally releasing my cock. However this freedom was short lived as she tugged on the leash as a reminder of who was still in charge. She placed a towel on the edge of the tub and knelt on it facing away. Immediate I knelt as well behind her and began to dip my tongue back in her pussy while dragging my cock along her soles. As she began to grind back on my face I thrust my cock forward in time between her soles.

“Fuck me.” she ordered and I was happy to comply, standing up and immediately thrusting inside. Her second orgasm soon followed with the same intensity as the first. However, I was not so lucky as she pulled away, leaving my cock thrusting against nothing.

She then teases my cock with her fingers. “Where should I let you cum. You’ve already cum on feet once. You didn’t eat my ass so I won’t give you that. And you didn’t make me cum with your mouth so shy should I let you cum in mine. So that leaves just my pussy or my tits, but since you’ve already had a chance with my pussy I guess that only leaves one choice left.”

Allie knelt slightly and pressed her tits together. I took my chance and jacked off as fast as possible. It wasn’t too long, at least not long enough for Allie to change her mind, before I came all over her tits. Before I could stagger back, Allie grabbed my cock and stuck the tip in her mouth, sucking and licking any leftover cum. When she released me I stumbled back and out of the bathroom, leaving me last glimpse of her scooping the cum off her tits and into her mouth, while her last idea of me before I slipped around the corner was that I was spent. Just as I hoped. Next it was my turn…

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Howard walked in the front door of his apartment with a sigh, exhausted from a day of construction on a track home development project on the edge of town. It was a full hour drive to and from the project, and he had been putting in ten hour days all week. The project was behind schedule and the developer was livid. He hated the job, but in the current economic climate there weren’t many new developments happening and he needed the work.

As he set down his lunch bag and began untying his work boots in the entrance hallway he heard his wife Laurel approach. “Welcome home love. How was work?”

Howard grunted a wordless reply, pulling off his last boot and setting them in the black wooden shoe cubby they had next to the front door. He stood and accepted the big hug Laurel offered with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. Laurel stood up on her toes to kiss Howard, lingering and enjoying his warm strong body against hers.

“What are we having for dinner?” Howard asked as Laurel pulled away, sliding her hands down Howard’s shoulders and arms to grasp his hands. She knew he wasn’t going to like her answer, but she was excited regardless.

“Beth called earlier and invited us over. Her mom is watching their kid tonight and they wanted to hang out and show off their new pool. They finally got it finished and filled it on Tuesday. They said the plaster should be finished curing and they can finally use it.”

Howard groaned. “Seriously, hun? I am so tired, I just want to have dinner and go to bed. We can go over another night and see their pool.”

Laurel had already run through this argument in her head while she had been home the last two hours and was thoroughly prepared with her arguments. “No, we need to go tonight. We haven’t seen Beth and Troy in weeks. You haven’t taken me out of this house in weeks, with your new work schedule. I love you, and I know you are tired. I appreciate you working so hard to take care of us, but there is more in life than working, eating, and sleeping. I want to see my friends.”

Howard wilted a little, having to acknowledge they had not done much recently. He attempted another route. “If they just got their new pool and don’t have a kid tonight, they probably want to spend the night alone, don’t you think?”

“Then why would she call to invite me? Anyway, since they had Bradley we never get to hang out with them as adults, without a bunch of kids running around. We used to have so much fun with them, remember? You loved hanging out with Troy.”

Howard knew he was going to relent; he always did. The truth was he would give in to Laurel about anything. He sighed, looking down into Laurel’s slightly pouting face, as stunningly beautiful as the day they met four years ago. She knew exactly what effect she had on him, and as she saw him melt she smiled, somehow becoming even more attractive in victory.

“I’ll go take a shower,” he grumbled.

“I’ll join you,” she said, holding his hand and leading him toward their bedroom. She was clearly ecstatic, positively bouncing as she walked.

While normally Howard would have been thrilled with the idea of showering with Laurel, he was already exhausted and looking at the prospect of a long night with friends. “I really don’t have the energy, love.”

“Don’t be silly. If I let you go into the room alone I will hear you snoring before you ever get the shower started. Let’s get you washed up so we can go.” She stopped and turned toward him again, giving him a light kiss. “I promise I will be gentle,” she teased.

As soon as they got in the room she turned and pulled Howard’s shirt up and over his head. He was covered in sweat and grime from a long day working and he knew he must smell terrible, but Laurel made no comment on it; she never did. Howard had no idea why a woman like Laurel would choose to be with a man like him. She was intelligent and educated; well-read and knowledgeable about the world. Howard had barely earned his high school diploma and hadn’t opened a book since. They had little in common, but she clearly loved him. He considered himself the luckiest guy on the planet for that, and would do anything to make her smile. That is why he worked the way he did; tearing up his body to pay for their life while Laurel finished her Master’s degree in education. She wanted to be a teacher, and he would give that to her, no matter what it cost him.

Laurel threw his shirt into the laundry bin and put her hands on his chest, gently massaging his pectorals. Constant manual labor had one additional benefit besides keeping food on their table; he was strong. Howard had played football in high school and lifted weights with the rest of the team. He had been in good shape back then, and had received more than his fair share of attention from the girls on campus for it. Full maturation and years of hard labor turned his muscles to iron; he was far stronger than he had ever been.

Sliding her hands slowly down his chest and abs she malatya escort reached his belt. Twisting the buckle out she released it and pushed his pants and boxers down to the floor. His body rebelled against his exhaustion and he was already semi-erect standing there nude in front of Laurel. She stared for a moment at his member with a smile on her lips, then pulled her own dress up over her head. She had apparently not been wearing a bra or panties underneath, as she was fully nude now as well. She had planned all of this, he now knew.

Even after years of marriage Howard never tired of that sight. Laurel was beautiful, with a body he wanted to spend the rest of his life worshiping. She was slim, what most people would call ‘petite’, a full head shorter than Howard with a waist he could almost completely wrap his hands around. Her chest was modest, her breasts small but firm with large pink areolas that puffed out a little. Her hips widened from her slim waist to a tight, firm, round butt she had always been quite proud of. She put a lot of work into her physique, exercising religiously, but her glutes received the majority of her focus. Howard had to admit he appreciated her work, and her glutes often received the majority of his focus as well.

She allowed him to stare for a moment longer, enjoying his attention, before she grabbed his hand once again and led him into the bathroom. She started the shower and gave it a moment to warm. Standing behind her as she bent to switch the water flow from bath to shower mode, his penis gently brushed her butt. She bounced slowly left and right, teasing him with the soft friction of her smooth skin. She arched her back as she stood, leaning her upper back against his chest and reaching back to pull his head toward hers. He complied, kissing her as he wrapped his arms around her. She pressed her ass back against his groin, pinning his now hard cock against his stomach. His hands explored her tight stomach, the dichotomy of her smooth, perfect skin against his rough, calloused hands arousing them both. His hands slid up her stomach to cup her breasts, and he squeezed gently. She sighed quietly into his mouth as he did, responding without thought to his touch.

They stood there for a few minutes, kissing each other deeply, Howard massaging her breasts while she gently swayed her hips, rubbing the bottom of his cock across her ass back and forth. By the time she pulled away and stepped into the shower he had given up any thought of resisting her; in fact he wanted to take her now. He stepped into the shower with her and pawed at her hips, trying to pull her to him. She just giggled and pushed him away. “We have a job to do in here. You are filthy, and we need to clean you up.” She reached around him and grabbed a washcloth. “Could you hand me the bodywash?” she asked.

Groaning in frustration he bent down to grab the bottle. He did, however, sneak a quick lick of her nipple as he stood back up, an act of rebellion at her sudden chastity. She giggled again and feigned shock. “You are so bad. Stop it and focus on our task. Now turn around.”

He complied and turned with another groan of protest. He felt her start scrubbing his upper back and neck. Her touch and the roughness of the washcloth scrubbing away the day’s grime felt so good it almost made him glad she had spurned his advances; almost. As she scrubbed he reached back to touch her, caressing her side. This time she did not push his hand away, and worked her way down his back as he touched her. He couldn’t help but sigh as his knotted muscles relaxed with the combination of hot water and massaging of her hands.

Laurel finished scrubbing his lower back and pulled the washcloth away. Howard expected to be asked to rotate, but instead felt her warm body press against his back. She slid her body back and forth against him, rubbing his soapy back with her breasts and stomach. She eventually stopped and then the request for him to turn around came. He turned, now facing her. Her body glistened under the water and she had soap suds dripping off her. He reached for her again, and she stepped forward into his embrace and kissed him. She then stepped back and brought the washcloth up to his chest, scrubbing and massaging her way down.

As she crossed down his abs toward his groin she dropped down to her knees. She reached down and pulled at one of his feet. He shifted his weight and lifted the foot so she could clean it. Howard stared down at Laurel, enthralled with the focus she was giving every inch of his body. She was completely engrossed in her self-imposed task of taking care of his body. The love he felt emanating from her then washed over him.

She finished one foot then moved to the other, giving it the same amount of time and focus and the former. She then put his foot down and began working up his calves and thighs. On her knees his now very erect member stood out directly in front of her face. She reached up and scrubbed malazgirt escort it gently with the washcloth, working her hand up and down the shaft. When she was satisfied she leaned back and pulled Howard into the waterflow, rinsing his groin and legs in the hot water.

Now rinsed, Laurel reached around Howard and began scrubbing his ass. While she did this she pulled him toward her and surprised him by popping his cock into her mouth. She slowly sucked on him while soaping up his cheeks, bobbing her head back and forth. She began moving faster, swallowing more and more of his cock with each thrust as he felt her hand and the washcloth slip between his ass cheeks. She began rubbing his asshole with a cloth-covered finger as she deepthroated him, the combination of stimulated sensitive areas of his body almost pushing him over the edge.

Laurel eventually pulled her hand away and slipped Howard cock out of her mouth. “Turn around,” she commanded. Succumbing completely now to her, he turned and with a push on his upper back put his hands against the shower wall and leaned over. Laurel reached around and began stroking his cock while using her other hand to spread his ass. He felt the hot water running down over his asshole as she gently massaged it with two fingers, ensuring it was rinsed thoroughly. His legs quivered slightly as he tried to hold himself back, not wanting to finish without being inside her. She sensed him approaching the edge and slowed her strokes, pulling her hand away from his ass.

Laurel stood and pulled Howard around to face her again. He kissed her roughly, then grabbed her waist and turned her quickly and pressed her against the shower wall. She moaned as she felt the tip of his raging cock press against her opening. He slid into her smoothly, her ministrations arousing her as much as they had him. He pressed hard into her, slamming his entire length deep into her. She moaned loudly again, her body going limp as she gave herself to him. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her chest, and began pounding into her, holding her up entirely and lifting her toes off the floor. His passion was savage as he took her, his arms bulging around her as he lost control. He felt the warmth drip down his shaft and balls as she squirted for the first time, a scream erupting from her lips. He felt her body tense between his arms for a moment, and then she went completely limp once again. His thrusts did not slow, however, and she quickly built to a second hard orgasm. As she screamed again Howard tensed and erupted up into her. He pulled her into him as tightly as he could and held her while he shot stream after stream of his seed into her, feeling her vagina tighten and loosen in turn around his shaft. She milked every last drop out of his cock before he finally loosened his grip and she dropped to her feet. She leaned against the wall, however, to keep herself up as she came down from her orgasmic high.

Panting, Howard stepped back and leaned against the far shower wall. He could still feel the electric pulses of his orgasm shaking his body occasionally and his knees felt weak. After a moment Laurel turned to face him and crossed the shower for a kiss. They made out for quite a while, pausing every so often for Howard to try to catch his breath.

“I love you,” he finally choked out.

“And I love you,” she replied with a smile, staring deeply into his eyes. She then turned her head and laid it on his still heaving chest, closing her eyes and listening to the pounding of his heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around her again, and held her there, leaning against the wall, feeling deeply happy.

Eventually they both rinsed off again and stepped out of the shower. They dried each other, playfully kissing and touching each other’s bodies. Howard had completely forgotten his exhaustion and felt like he had just slept for a week. They moved into the bedroom and began dressing for the evening, any further thought of protesting their evening plans completely out of Howard’s mind.

Once they were dressed they packed up swimsuits and towels and headed out the door. They climbed up into Howard’s truck, which was covered with dust from the construction site. He made a mental note to wash it the following morning and they headed towards Beth and Troy’s house.

They pulled up to the house and parked in Beth and Troy’s driveway next to Troy’s new electric car, which had a charging cable running out of it to the garage. They approached the front door, Laurel’s slim fingers entwined in Howard’s hand. Before they rang the bell the front door sprung open, Beth rushing out to wrap Laurel up in a big hug. “I’m so glad you guys could make it!” she shouted while seemingly squeezing the life out of Howard’s wife.

She released Laurel, who had a huge smile on her face, and turned to wrap Howard up. Howard wasn’t normally a fan of hugs, but he had to admit if he had to receive one Beth was not malkara escort the worst person to give it. She was a stark contrast to her best friend Laurel; where Laurel was slight and slim, Beth was voluptuous. She was tall, almost as tall as Howard, with wide hips and large breasts nearly breaking out of the swim top she was wearing. Her hugs were soft, warm, and enthusiastic, which Howard realized was a perfect way to describe Beth in general.

Troy followed Beth out and gave Laurel a light, one-armed hug. Like his wife, Troy was a bigger man. Leaning towards heavyset, Troy was a bit taller than Howard and had a small but noticeable gut hanging over the swim shorts he wore. Beth and Laurel had been best friends for as long as Howard had known Laurel, and so the expectation was that Troy and he would be best friends as well. They got along well enough at parties or game nights, but the reality was they didn’t have much in common. Troy worked in finance, doing something he had explained to Howard numerous times but that he still didn’t quite understand. He seemed like a nice guy, he treated Beth well, and it seemed important to Laurel so Howard made an effort to get along with him. The problem seemed to be that Troy didn’t seem to really want to be friends, so while they were friendly when together, they weren’t really all that close.

Troy greeted Howard with a handshake and a smile, and they all moved into the home. Troy took drink orders and moved into the kitchen while Beth spoke to Laurel about the new pool. Howard followed the pair through the house and into the backyard, and was impressed with the changes he saw. The new pool was nice, and they had done quite a bit of landscaping around it, turning the back yard into what appeared to be a tropical resort. Lush green plants filled a planter between the pool and the back wall, with palm trees just starting to rise over the foliage. A rock waterfall rose out of the back corner of the pool, with water flowing down to partially obscure a small grotto under the rocks. The pool and spa were lit in colors shifting from red, to green, then blue.

Troy came out carrying Howard’s whisky coke and Laurel’s margarita. “So, what do you think?” he asked Howard.

“It looks pretty awesome. You guys did a great job.”

“Thanks, but to be honest all the credit goes to my better half. Beth was the one to fight with the contractors and landscapers to have it done exactly how she wanted it. Cheers.” Troy lifted his own drink and tapped Howard’s glass. Howard lifted his glass then took a long drink. “You guys should go change. The water is perfect, you’re gonna love it.”

Laurel took a sip of her margarita and set it next to Howard’s on a small outdoor table. They both walked back into the house and to the downstairs restroom. The restroom was small, too small for them both to change comfortably, so Howard let Laurel go first. While he waited for Laurel to change he perused the family pictures on the hallway wall. In one, Troy stood with two other men Howard didn’t know holding golf clubs, dressed in polo shirts and slacks. Another picture had Beth and Troy standing under a waterfall in some tropical place, smiles on their faces. They looked pretty young in the picture, so Howard suspected it may be from their honeymoon.

Laurel stepped out of the restroom in her black bikini. Howard kissed her and snuck a hand down to squeeze her ass as he passed her into the bathroom. She smiled and shook her head. “You are so bad.” She walked out toward the backyard as Howard changed.

Returning to the backyard, Howard saw Beth, Troy, and Laurel were already in the pool. Laurel smiled at him as he stepped out of the back door and walked toward the pool steps. He put a foot in and felt the water was quite warm; possibly warmer even than the outside air. He walked down the steps and submerged his body in the warm water up past his shoulders. It felt good and briefly brought to mind a recent time he had been in warm water. He smiled at the thought and floated over to Laurel for another kiss, his hand caressing the bare skin of her side under the water. “The water feels great,” he said to Troy and Beth.

“Yeah, we are really happy with it,” Beth responded. “It was a fight to get it just right, but it was worth it. It is so nice to be able to come out here and relax.”

“It is absolutely beautiful,” Laurel said.

They floated around for a while, chatting about various comings and goings in their lives. Howard was mostly quiet, letting everyone else speak while he relaxed, only half listening to most of what was said. He didn’t want to be rude, so he smiled and nodded his head when it seemed appropriate, but his exhaustion had started to creep back and the warm water helped him drift into a semblance of a meditative state.

They spent a couple hours like this, relaxing in the warm waters, the sound of the waterfall the background to their friendly conversation. Troy occasionally stepped out of the pool to refresh drinks, and soon the group had all reached a comfortable state of inebriation. Howard noticed Beth adjusting her swim top fairly often but didn’t say anything about it. She seemed a bit uncomfortable, and it seemed to slowly get worse over time.

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(Author’s note: This chapter contains raw, unconstrained, passionately gay, homosexual sex)

Mother May I..?

Chapter 7

Home, it’s a lot closer than you think

*****

“Oh man that was good Ade, and a long time coming too… I’m serious when I said I used to jerk off thinking of you sucking my dick… Thanks man, I feel so good now, don’t you?”

“Ye-yeah and to uhh, to tell the truth, until I met Barb at a work thing, I used to do the same… I’d have my eyes closed when playing with myself, picture doing that to you, and you know what? It was always like we just did now, where you were standing and, uhh fucking me, or fucking my mouth…and it was like, you know? Like you were in charge and I… I liked it like that” Adrian replied as the two rested with Greg sitting again and running his fingers through his friend’s hair as Adrian knelt there at his feet, his head resting on his friend’s knee.

With his two arms cradled around Greg’s bare leg, he held on loosely and like he never wanted to let go…

“That’s why you kept doing it… I know you wanted to please me but I also know you liked it… Now how about you and I get into a warm, soapy hot bath? I think it’s time we let you out of that cage thing they have you locked up in” Greg replied as he moved to stand while offering Adrian his hand, both of them naked, or mostly what with Adrian still caged and wearing his little pink thong…

“Uhh, oh okay… I’d love to get out of this thing, and a bath sounds great” Adrian replied smiling and happily with his hand in Greg’s the two made their way into his small enough bathroom that had an actual tub instead of just a shower stall…

*****

“There we go, here, sit in front of me, like we’re spooning and we’ll get that thing off” Greg instructed as he went in first after letting the bath fill as the two stood naked and smiling, then both laughing without saying why, knowing and using humour to break up the awkward few moments…

“Whoa! Careful! I guess were both a little slippery without any hair huh? I like you this way though little buddy, don’t stop shaving, or hey have you ever tired waxing?” Greg asked as they both tittered again when Adrian stepping in and settling down in front of him, he found himself suddenly slipping away like he was falling further into the bath, the combination of their wet skin acting like a human water slide they were both surprised as he fought his way back, sitting as the little spoon position with Greg behind him, playing the big one…

“Okay let’s try these keys out, and you said there’s a tube in you too? Like a catheter? Jesus man, just how fucking kinky is this Mother-in-law of yours?” Greg asked as Adrian shied into him some, feeling remiss in allowing Margaret to do this to him, put him in a catheterized chastity cage, even if it was a bit much…

“S-she really kinky actually, you think men have a mid-life crisis? Well… Margaret puts them all to shame” Adrian said agreeing and making Greg laugh again, he remembered how sarcastic his little friend could be, but also sometimes he was too smart for his own good. Which as Greg also remembered, it could get the little guy into trouble and would inevitably lead to his having to bail out his smaller friend…

“Ha-ha… Still funny, Ade… But hey let’s do this and then I want you to text her or her girl, tell them you’ll be staying the night, I’m sure ‘Ma’am’ won’t mind” Greg said back calling Margaret Ma’am in a teasing way as he slipped the key into Adrian’s lock popping it open with a slight ‘click’…

“Ahh, ye-yeah… I’d like that b-but be careful I’m not sure what’s going to happen when you pull the tube out… I… I might pee everywhere” Adrian sighed back feeling the pressure release as the lock sprung feel but fearful of what might happen… Would he piss everywhere with no control? He sure hoped not…

“Well if that happens, just pinch it off and hop on the toilet… Relax though, this will probably go a lot easier of you do” Greg replied telling him not to worry as removed the small steel basket caging and holding back Adrian’s shrunken, nearly non-existent penis and taking with it the catheter.

Slowly he backed the long yellowy coloured surgical tube out of Adrian’s body with him sitting in front and left holding his breath, unable to relax while feeling the weirdest, squiggly-strange sensation as the tube was vacated and removed his body.

“Ohh gosh that f-feels weird… Uhh go slow, please” he said with some apprehension, asking Greg to be careful but soon enough the tube was out and much to Adrian’s delight no river of uncontrollable pee came bursting out of him either… In fact, other than feeling a bit sore and stretched out maybe… Nothing else happened…

“There… Does that feel better? He’s a cute little guy, or what’s left of him… How long have you been in that thing?” Greg asked as Adrian relaxed back into his friend’s wet body, loving the feel of his manliness and strength while kütahya escort at the same time feeling his gentleness and caring as he removed the catheter tube with no sign of judgment or derision. Adrian turned to look at his friend and filled with something, it was a feeling he could only describe as ‘love’…

“I’ve only had this one on since this morning” He answered… “That’s why I was so surprised when Margaret handed you the keys, or tried to, I just panicked when I saw them… But before that I had a different cage, one I didn’t mind really, or for what it was anyway… That one was made of silicone and in a colour I liked, baby blue… Margaret, or uhh, Ma’am, she put it on me when I stayed with her the first time, that was two months ago, last New Years when Barb and Keith went away”

“Wow man” Greg commented, quite amazed really… “I’m not sure if I should love or hate this Mother-in-law of yours… But hey, you’re free now and for the rest of the night? You’re all mine” Greg replied as he hugged Adrian to him, listening and amazed with how far Margaret has pushed his little friend and in so little time… But as well noting how Adrian was free, released from that awful cage he let his little friend know he wasn’t going anywhere, or not for the night anyway…

“So when was the last time they let you cum?” He asked with his chin coming down, resting in the crook of Adrian’s neck and taking up his still soft yet slowly recovering little penis in his thumb and forefinger, massaging and bringing the naked hairless little thing back to life…

“Ahhh” Adrian sighed having Greg touching him as he was doing… “She, she let me cum once this morning when I was let me out of the first cage” he stuttered as Greg continued, massaging and stroking his awakening little penis…

“I don’t even want to tell you how though… But, uhh let’s just say I helped her break in her new strap-on” Adrian let on as he lay back loving the feeling of Greg playing with his stiffening 4-inches, his mini-cock as it appeared, fully formed but in a much smaller size…

“Then, a…a little later they had me cumming again just before Denise put my tube in… Ma’am wanted to make sure I was empty, if you know what I mean? She said I needed to go 6 months this time, but now, with you here? I guess she changed her mind when she let you have my keys” Adrian explained as he wriggled and shook in the bath, trying to fight off the wonderful sensations his older friend was giving him, lightly jerking him off as Greg sat quite, listening to what he was saying…

“I’m not so sure what to think any more, but If I had to chose? I’d rather be in my old cage… It’s weird but I… I kind of miss it… How much of a freak does that make me now?”

Sitting behind his new/old friend, his at current playmate, Greg felt for the little guy but playing into his own wants of being not unlike Margaret, meaning he got off on the control just as much as she did, and so keeping this in mind, Greg though he’d play up the angle, turning on a little controlling, dominant charm of his own as he continued playing with, manipulating and stroking Adrian’s now erect little dick…

“You’re not a freak Ade, you’re just a submissive sissy-boy or a ‘Nancy’ as they say… What is freaky however is your Mother-in-law… But I am kind of digging her style… Do you like the way I’m touching you and can you feel me back here? You’re making me hard again little buddy, telling me all this stuff, like when you said she’s spanked this hot little ass of yours… That’s what I like hearing” Greg said to him as Adrian moaned in a louder voice…

“Uhhh Ohh! Ye-yes… I… I feel you” he sighed feeling his bigger, stronger friend’s renewed erection pressing into his back, pulling him closer and grinding his stiffness against him from behind while taking and turning his head Greg kissed him again with the same passion filled desire they’d shared the first time around.

Talking into his ear in a low growl and telling Adrian what he likes and how all of this is turning him on, Greg was practically humping into him from behind, mock-fucking his little friend as his arousal and urgency rose…

“Feel me Ade… Feel me rubbing against you… Umm, I love that don’t you? My hard cock touching you like that?” He bayed, going further… “Am I tempting you little buddy?”

“Tell me what you want Ade… Tell me what you want me to do” he breathed out asking as he continued, talking in a huskier voice while holding Adrian firm in the bath and grinding into the smaller guy from behind, letting him feel his hardness and how aroused this was making him…

“Ahh… Ye-yes… I… I can feel it, you were always so much bigger and I want… I want it, I want you… Please? I think I need it… I need you to f-fuck me Greg”

Pushing back and feeling Greg there his hard cock wedged between the two of them, Adrian became lost in his desires, admitting his want of Greg fucking him, even saying he lara escort needed it and Adrian was right on that front because in the moment, it all became clear…

Everything that had happened in the last two months from Christmas morning up until now, it all seemed to be leading him to this… Leading to Adrian letting go and admitting he wanted a man to fuck him, but more importantly, he didn’t want it to be anyone else, Adrian only wanted it to be Greg…

Left burning in his mind was the unfinished business of their youth, with Greg leaving Adrian to fend for himself after he went away, he shut down in a lot of ways, sheltering himself from his fears and self doubt, avoiding both girl’s and guys. Adrian kept to himself just as much as he kept the memory of Greg alive deep inside of him.

For the longest time he believed his friend was the only one who would understand…

Yet that all changed when Barb came along and swept him off of his feet, and where unknowingly she had helped him to move on by accepting her love…

*****

Cooling themselves down some and after stepping out and towel drying each other with more kissing and touching, Adrian was left feeling like he was either high or drunk as they made their way in, falling together into Greg’s twin-sized bed…

“Yeah, you know what to do, get me hard again Ade… Oh yeah I’ll ever forget how good your mouth felt… Most of the other guys I’ve had only sucked me for the sex, but with you? There was always something else” Greg moaned as Adrian went down on him again, opening his mouth as they settled in, he had his much larger friend’s semi-hard cock back in his mouth as his eyes fluttered open and closed, loving the feeling, his size and texture.

Fluffing him in a way, Adrian didn’t need to work all that hard in reviving his friend’s erection while listening and being made to feel special as Greg lay back with his hair-free, muscular, gym-worked-body stretched out with his arms up, resting with his hands at the back of his head is a show of dominant pride while enjoying his little buddy’s service, Adrian’s efforts in wanting to please him…

“What do you want Ade? Tell me again, now that were here” He asked looking down and seeing Adrian there with his mouth full of cock, his eyes closed and looking deliriously lost. However breaking the little spell he was under Adrian looked up sputtering with his spitty-wet lips and saying…

“I… I want you to fuck me, Greg, please… Sir? Can you be my first? I mean my ‘real’ first?”

Coming out with it much easier than they had both anticipated, Greg smiled back hearing him and happily reaching into his night table to find a condom, he tossed the unopened package towards Adrian while never losing his grin, and neither could he drop or lose the part where he had called him ‘Sir’…

“Ohh I like that… Your Mother-in-law, or Ma’am, she’s teaching you well isn’t she Ade? Calling me Sir huh?” Greg said to him as Adrian sat up nervously fidgeting with the foil package, trying with shaking fingers to tear it open…

“Just use your teeth man, rip that thing open or you’ll end up sucking me again to keep me hard” Greg commented, telling Adrian to hurry up in a way, but smiling back at him, Adrian with own dry sense of humour, replied “I’ll get you hard any time you like… Sir”

“Ha-ha, I bet you will Ade and I look forward to it… Now get that thing on me, I wanna fuck you too, just as much as you say you need it” he said back with a laugh but also being serious, he wanted Adrian to get a move on, or to get the show on the road…

“Oh you little devil, look at you go, where did you learn how to do that?” Greg said then, happily and quite surprised when seeing Adrian place the opened condom on top of his domed glans and starting it off he went down, using his lips and mouth, rolling the latex sleeve over the flair of his rounded cock head and along his thick shaft and impressing Greg as he had hoped.

Taking his time and edging his way, Adrian soon had the condom half way down before coming up to finish, rolling it out the rest of the way with his fingers and where looking to Greg and smiling in his excitement he felt proud of himself, just by letting go and having some fun.

Enjoying this experience without being weighed down with all the crap that came along with it, and where his misplace guilt and shame would always win, ruling the day but also ruining whatever enjoyment he might have found…

“You said Margaret did you with her strap-on, was that your only time?” Greg asked as he had Adrian come and lay with him, once more reaching into his night stand and this time coming back with an open tube of Astroglide…

“Yeah, she, she’s been like the only one to ever fuck me, I guess you could say… I’ve had fingers and a butt plug back there, and I know it’s probably going to hurt some but, umm, I uh… I don’t know why? But I kind of want it to umm, hurt if you know what I mean?”

“Mmm… lefkoşa escort Oh yeah, I know just what you mean buddy, and I love how ready you are… You really do want me to fuck you don’t you?” Greg asked, genuinely taken with Adrian’s willing but adding how he wanted it to hurt some? He knew what that felt like, or sort of…

“You? You’ve had guys do that? Fuck you?” Adrian asked being somewhat naive but with Greg smiling back at him, the smaller, submissive guy was let in on another little secret about his openly gay friend…

“No… I mean I from my side of things, I know how guys feel when I put it in for the first time… That’s why I always fuck them face to face, so I can look in their eyes, I love to see their pain, as well as their pleasure” Greg let him know, more or less saying that he was never the one to take a cock up his ass, and where as he was always the ‘fuck-ee” if there was such a word…

“Is… Is that how we’re going to do it? Facing each other?” Adrian asked while still holding and stroking Greg’s condom wrapper member as he watched, seeing him squeeze out a dollop of the slippery clear gel onto two of his fingers before dropping his hand down in behind him and then feeling it…

“Ahhh!” he gasped, surprised with the cold and the wetness. But than and making Adrian call out even louder he could feel Greg working his two thick digits in and around his tight little pucker, causing him to jerk while clenching up before realizing and then finally relaxing…

“Unnnggg… Ohh G-Greg that feels so, uhh” Adrian sighed a second time leaning over to offer him better access, loving the feeling and wanting more…

“It feels good, doesn’t it Ade? Feel me pushing my fingers in and holding them there inside you?” Greg breathed back with his voice going lower again, his arousal quite evident as he held his two fingers half buried inside of Adrian’s ass before making his eyes flutter once again with his mouth hung open, he looked like he was about to start drooling…

“Can you feel that Ade? Feel me wiggling my fingers around? Like this?” He asked further, doing as he was saying as Adrian twitched in his grasp, laying face down at Greg’s right side letting his bigger, older friend finger his tight passage, working him open while lubing him up…

“Uhhh yes, please m-more, uhhh it feels so…” Adrian moaned pressing himself further into Greg’s side and making his old friend smile when asking for more…

“Hmmm… Yeah, you like me fingering fucking this tight little ass or did you want more? What else did you want? Did you want me to put my cock in you and fuck you? Is that the ‘more’ you’re looking for? You wanna be my little bottom-boy Ade?” Greg teased and sounding more urgent he added more lube before sliding back into him with not two, but three of his large-man fingers this time.

Prying Adrian open as he called out feeling the pain but oddly loving it, and oh fuck yes, did he want more…

“Yes… Fuck me with your cock Sir, please… I neeeed it sooo baaad” He cried back answering and near begging, calling him ‘Sir’ again it felt right. Greg was always bigger, older and more in control, the one he looked up to and admired more than anyone else.

Moving him then, pulling his fingers from Adrian’s depths, vacating his tight pucker and where quickly, Greg without effort he flipped Adrian onto his back…

“Spread-em’ and bend you knees, that’s it” he instructed as Adrian obeyed, laying on his back and seeing Greg’s rampantly hard, condom sheathed cock bobbing in front of him as he moved in, up on his knees while slipping his arms under his thighs and rolling Adrian back with his legs spread wide, exposing him completely while feeling compressed and pushed down, Greg had Adrian nearly folded in half with his twitching, winkling little butt-hole becoming an open and very available target…

“Oh yeah look at that, your little thing has some life left in him… Mmm… Feel that Ade? Feel my cock against yours? Fuck that’s hot… I love when there is a size difference”

Playing with him and vocally enjoying the effects, Greg lined up his long, hard erection with Adrian’s recovered little nub of a penis, erect and hard for what it was worth, he hadn’t even realized as he groaned along with him, feeling and loving what he was doing…

“Uhhh… Ohhh” He sighed over and again with Greg holding their two dicks together, jerking them off and being sure to point out their difference with his older friend being so much bigger, and saying so, it made Greg feel all the more powerful, domineering and determined…

“Oh God please… That, that fe-eels too goo-ood! Ohhh!” Adrian begged in gasps overcome with the incredible sensation. Feeling Greg’s impossibly hard cock pressed and rubbing against his, it was like nothing he’d ever felt. Seeing the size difference up so very, very close he could hardly believe how much bigger Greg really was, dwarfing Adrian by a good 5-inches in length and looking like a toothpick when comparing their girth…

“I…I don’t want to cum like this, you’ll make me go too soon” he cried loving the slippery-lubed up feeling, the sensuality of gliding together and not to forget the eroticism and what it was doing to him inside…

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A black sedan traveled up the on-ramp. To outsiders, it was as inconspicuous as any other car on the road. For college-bound Ashlynn, it was an emotional stew of boredom, melancholy and brooding. Silence dominated much of the early trip, as the car took her away from the only town she’d ever known. Away from her friends, and her status. High school had been her domain. She’d found herself among others. They liked her and she liked them. But as the familiar landmarks grew distant, the reality of her situation set in. Gone was the comfort of sameness and familiarity, here was the storm of uncertainty. The future.

Michelle felt stilted. This was her daughter. And they sat in silence, no closer than two strangers on an airplane. Trying to deny the reality of their relationship, she tried to jumpstart a conversation

“I hope it’s not still cold up north. Do you think I should have brought a jacket?”

“It’s August, Mom.”

“But they get, you know, snow up there.”

“Not in the summer.”

“I know, but that has to mean it’s cold. Right?”

“Not in August.”

Michelle would have had a better time trying to push a bolder up a grassy hill. Their conversation hit a wall, not thirty seconds in. The awkwardness returned, both mother and daughter now aware of it. Michelle tried again

“I hope we can understand them up there. Doesn’t Boston have a weird accent?”

“It’ll be fine.”

“Oh. What about sports, don’t they like sports?”

“A lot of people like sports.”

“But you should be educated. Did you remember to ask Dad about their teams and stuff?”

“Patriots, Bruins, Celtics and Red Sox. I got it Mom.”

“Are they good?”

“Mostly. Patriots are really good.”

“So you did ask your Dad like I told you to. Glad you’ve started taking my advice!”

“I know that because I like football Mom.” Ashlynn exhaled, annoyed “Why couldn’t Dad have driven me? At least I could talk sports with him.”

“Because I wanted to. You can talk sports with me”

“Do you even know what team we root for?”

“The…Bengals?”

“Jaguars.” Ashlynn rolled over, towards the window and rested her head on her hands.

“Are we any good?”

“No. Wake me when we get there.”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Michelle had seen it in movies before. The sentimental goodbye always brought families together. And here they were, further apart than ever before, and caked in silence again.

The first planned stop was a welcomed one. Ashlynn had made a statement by falling asleep, and had left Michelle to her thoughts. A coffee stop gave Michelle an opening, an excuse to reengage with her daughter.

“Ash…Ashlynn, honey, wake up.”

“Mmmph. Wh-what?”

“Coffee. What do you want?”

Ashlynn rubbed her eyes. She hadn’t actually planned to fall asleep, but at least it had whittled down the length of their trip. They hadn’t reached the coffee chain yet as her mother asked again

“What do you want?”

“Caramel Frappuccino, with extra caramel drizzle, whipped cream, caramel crunch and ice. Can you make sure it’s with heavy cream and a mix of Honey Blend and Frappuccino Roast coffees too?”

Michelle stared at her daughter blankly before asking

“You know, why don’t you order?”

“Fine.”

The quiet of a distant relationship settled back in as Michelle turned into the parking lot. As she pulled up to the drive thru, her daughter raised a concern

“Can we like…go inside?”

“Why?”

“I um…kind of have to use the bathroom.” Ashlynn felt slightly embarrassed as she acknowledged the fact

“We’re getting gas in five minutes. You can hold it.”

“Ugh! Gas stations are so gross! Can’t we just go here?”

“Well, I don’t have to go. This’ll be much easier for me if you’ll wait.”

Ashlynn folded her arms and sat back, pouting

“Fine. I’m just going to hold it. It’s your fault if my kidney’s explode!”

Michelle rolled her eyes. She forgave her daughter for only being a teenager, but that didn’t make the petty disagreement any less annoying.

The two ordered their iced drinks, an uneventful occurrence if it wasn’t for Ashlynn’s complex order. Michelle felt like apologizing to the server, but the dead eyed look in his face was enough to convince her that he had dealt with worse. Perhaps it was because of the simplicity in her order; an iced coffee with just cream and sugar, that prevented a hateful look.

The quick drive to the gas station was equally as uneventful. Quietly sipping on their drinks, Michelle hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to drive her daughter to college alone. As she stopped the sedan at the pump, Ashlynn climbed out with her mother, who noted

“Get me a water while you’re in there Ash. And let me know how clean they are.”

“I’m just buying snacks mom. I told you, I’m not…” She looked around, hoping none of the other patrons could hear her “I’m not going here.”

“We’re not stopping for a while.”

“I’m not a little kid! I’ll be fine! Ugh! You’re such a mom!”

Not knowing if that she should kundu escort be offended by the insult, Michelle started to pump gas into the car. She took the time to play her wavy, deeply brown hair, which found itself in a neat ponytail. A slight twinge in her bladder let her know that the coffee was working, but it was easy to ignore. She uttered a cruse as she looked down, the gas pump had left a mark on her light, high-waisted jeans. She rubbed the mark, but to no avail. Grumbling, and already in a bad mood, she waited for the pump to be done as she saw the bright yellow leggings her daughter was sporting exit the store. At least Ashlynn had grabbed her a water.

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I should have peed. Was the first thought that entered her mind as Ashlynn had begun to regret her defiant stunt while she crossed her legs. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the caffeine and sugar had combined to force her eyes awake, and her young kidneys had done their job well as her bladder filled with their waste. As Ashlynn sucked down the last few sips from her drink, she bobbed her feet up and down. Trying to sound innocuous, she asked

“Hey mom. Um…how much further to the rest stop?”

“Ashlynn.” Her mother sounded annoyed “Don’t tell me you have to pee now.”

“…kinda.”

Michelle sighed “I don’t know. Here.” She handed her daughter the printed out directions

“You’re such a boomer.”

“Am not! You know when I was born.”

“1977 is boomer age.”

“Whatever. Just read the directions.”

Ashlynn grabbed the small stack of paper from the console.

“10 Miles. How long is that?”

Michelle looked down at her speedometer

“10 minutes. Probably.”

Ashlynn felt a sense of comfort wash over her. Tossing her mostly empty cup on the floor, next to Michelle’s empty water bottle behind her, she cracked open an energy drink. She knew she’d be fine, and was feeling slightly thirsty anyway. Ashlynn knew it wouldn’t hurt her between now and the rest stop, and happily sipped away as she protected her filling bladder. Part of her wondered how her mother could have waited this long.

Michelle was thankful. She hadn’t read the directions since leaving the gas station, it wasn’t hard to follow highway directions, but she had started to wonder when her next break would come. The iced coffee and water had gone down easy, a tandem she was used to, but the long drive was a new obstacle. Given her need to use the pedals alertly, she couldn’t cross her legs. Out of a desire to maintain her authoritative composure over her daughter, she refused to hold herself. But her bladder was full. Taut with the strain of holding a full bladder, her anxiety stemmed from experience. Since going through childbirth, she was well aware that a wayward sneeze or ill-timed cough could spell disaster. She was glad her potentially perilous situation would end soon.

The first emergency vehicle that passed them by was surprising, but not worrying. It was the brake lights and the traffic that struck fear into mother and daughter alike. Ashlynn voiced her fear first

“Why are we stopping?”

Michelle shrugged her shoulders, but her hands kept their tight grip on the wheel.

“This isn’t good.” Ashlynn shifted in her seat

Michelle didn’t respond, but had to agree. It wasn’t the fullness of her bladder that she feared the most, but the mental battle with herself that she was unprepared for. She clenched harder as she stepped on the brake, hoping she still had enough strength in her most private parts to hold back the brewing water and coffee in her filling bladder.

Ashlynn had been seeing red for too long. She had read the back of the trailer truck too many times. She had checked her social media feed, refreshing and refreshing, anything to keep her mind off of one very obvious predicament. She had to pee. Made worse by the fact that she had downed her coffee and started an energy drink, in her absentmindedness, she had continued to sip. She pulled up her leggings, and inadvertently gave herself a cameltoe. Placing her hand over her now outlined genitals, Ashlynn continued to bare the pain until they could reach the rest stop.

As they inched forward in traffic, a blue sign appeared on the shoulder of the highway. It promised the rest stop was in just a mile and a half. Michelle didn’t notice as she fought back her first wave of desperation. A sign that her battle was worse that she outwardly showed. Ashlynn made sure she knew about it.

“Mom…a mile and a half.”

Her labored speech accented Ashlynn’s crossed legs and clutching hands. Michelle took her eyes off the road for a moment, hoping the sign would be a salve for her irritated bladder

“MOM LOOK OUT!” Ashlynn squealed

Michelle slammed down on the brakes. Had she been going any faster, they would have crashed. Someone had cut them off in an attempt to cross into Michelle’s lane. Her adrenaline spiking, Michelle momentarily forgot about her filled bladder. For a moment, it was numb. Then it came roaring back. kurtköy escort Slamming into her closed pee hole, the contents of a full bladder railed against her defenses again. She retaliated.

Ashlynn was taken aback as she heard her Mother suddenly suck down a gulp of air. What sounded like a gasp at first, she looked towards her mom, who was now holding herself.

Michelle thought she got away with it. She thought she had survived the first charge of a full bladder. But she could feel a moistness in her panties she had felt before. Not wanting to look, but needing to look, she gently took her hand away. A small patch, not larger than a penny, had formed on her jeans. It wasn’t much damage, but enough to tell her that her full bladder was not to be trifled with. An enemy that was more than capable of tearing through her tightly bound defenses.

It was when they reached the half mile sign that Ashlynn began to rock back and forth in her seat. One hand firmly pressing into her crotch, the other was snaked around her backside, and held her tender slit from the back.

Her mother wasn’t doing much better. She too held her crotch with her free hand, and unlike her daughter, had leaked. What had started at the size of a penny, was now more comparable to a quarter. Michelle’s logical mind had begun to slip away. Doomed to the anxious mind in peril, her fears firmly gripped her judgment, more-so than the hand that gripped her snatch. Her fears demanded that she quell them, and soon. Taking a deep breath, she asked her daughter

“Listen. Baby. Don’t ever do this when you’re driving, ok? But this is an emergency.”

Ashlynn’s eyes grew wide.

“What?”

Michelle sped up briefly, enough to pass the car in the lane next to them, and waded her way through the tight traffic. Making her way to the shoulder of the highway, she maneuvered into the breakdown lane.

The car responded by jostling and grinding over the rumple strips. Michelle had expected the vibrations to hurt her ability to hold back the flood of urine that she held inside, instead, the pleasant sensations gave her hope that they’d make it.

Hope which was immediately dashed. A white car pulled in behind them, and began to flash its lights. Police.

“Damn it!” Michelle cussed, leaking a bit as she grabbed herself again

As she stopped the car, Ashlynn complained, her body still contorted with desperation

“What do we do? How do we-?”

“Get my insurance card from the glove box.” Michelle said curtly, the officer began to approach the car

As Ashlynn handed her the card, Michelle rolled down her window

“H-hi-hi officer.”

“You mean to tell me what you two are doing? You can’t be driving in the breakdown lane.”

“Um…we…uh…look. I-I want to be honest w-with you…s-sir.” Michelle stammered. Partly from fear of wetting her pants, partly from the anxiety of being pulled over and interrogated

Lightly tapping her palm on the steering wheel for effect, Michelle plainly stated their problem

“W-we really, really, really need to um…uh…” She started to leak again, stronger than before, she was unable to stop it without the use of her hand. She continued to slowly wet her panties as she spoke “…uh…use…the um…restroom. We were just trying to get to the rest stop.” She put her hand back on her crotch

“Well Ma’am. I hate to let you know. But that rest area has been offline for quite a while now. It’s being torn down.”

Ashlynn’s jaw dropped. Michelle lost another spirt of hot pee, even with her hands guarding herself. The officer continued

“Let me run your license and insurance, and I’ll be back.”

“Hurry!” She begged

“What are we going to do?” Ashlynn whined

“The road. We’ll…we’ll go off to the side of the road.”

“Ew, mom! No! I don’t want everyone to stare!”

“Fine. You suffer. I’ll go.”

“No! I don’t want anyone watching my mom pee. Or me!”

“You don’t have to watch me.”

“But everyone else will! That’s so gross! And…and isn’t that illegal?”

While her fear of being seen was ridiculous, Michelle knew her daughter brought up a good point. It would be an offence to urinate in public, especially after getting pulled over. She made a demand of her daughter.

“Find us a place. Now!”

Ashlynn pulled out her phone. Michelle looked. The lap of her light jeans now dark with her leaking urine. The officer was still sitting in his patrol car, and Michelle willed him to hurry. Every drop produced from her drinks that morning had filled her ballooning bladder it was close to bursting. An acute ache that made her abdomen hard, pounded and pushed against Michelle’s peehole. A sudden pain. A sharp wave of desperation washed over the tired Michelle. Harder than before, she leaned forward, a low moan escaping her lips.

“M-mom?” Ashlynn looked over

A slight hiss was Michelle’s only response. She sucked in air, exhaled quickly, and moaned harder. She tried to respond to her daughter

“I-I-I-I…stopped…I stopped it.”

The kuşadası escort moist, hot agony that now enveloped Michelle was hellish. Part of her demanded relief, part of her demanded dignity. Her whole body was now pressed into service, an assault against her advancing bladder. A knock on the window. It was the officer

“Ma’am, I’m only going to give you a warning today. Your record is clean, and I understand if there are some um…extenuating circumstances. But don’t do this again. Others need to use this lane for emergencies.”

“Y-ye-yes. I-it won’t happen a-again.”

As she reached for her insurance information and driver license back from his hand, she felt the hot shame of another release. His eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, and Michelle couldn’t tell if he saw her or not. As she handed her cards back to Ashlynn, her daughter caught a look at the damage.

Her mother’s light cutoff jeans were not only dark at the crotch, but the inseam of her thighs as well. A wide stain that covered each side of her crotch made her accident obvious. Tightening her grip, Ashlynn hoped the same fate wouldn’t befall her.

“There is…a diner at the next exit. Traffic. Traffic is…clearing!” Ashlynn exclaimed

She was right. In her desperation, Michelle had stopped paying attention. But like a storm clearing for the first time in days, both mother and daughter smiled again. Hope had returned.

The officer was right. As they passed the ramp for the rest area, it was blocked off with construction tape and barriers. The path itself was cracked and overgrown. Driving at a quicker pace, but being sure not to speed, Michelle guided the car through the remaining traffic as her desperation continued to mount. Preparing for one last assault on her muscles.

Ashlynn had never felt so insecure. Her stomach, which she had spent years trying to stay toned and slim, was now bulging again. It was as hard as a rock, tight with a force and a pressure that her 18 year-old mind could hardly comprehend. She was sure she had never had to go this badly in her life before. She felt sick. Clammy. Sweaty. She was starting to shake as they made their way up the exit ramp. Her only saving grace was the top of the diner. It was just visible across the road.

Michelle hadn’t leaked. She’d stayed dry as she got them through traffic. She felt calm, collected. Her pants had cooled where she had wet them, and when they combined with her body heat, they created a dank, swampy environment around her crotch. She was fine when they drove off the highway. She was fine as they crossed the lane towards the parking lot, and she was fine as she parked the car. But after opening the door and attempting to stand, her bladder struck. Its final battle plan enacted.

It started as a pain in her back. Sharp, it forced Michelle to bend forward. Her hand firmly clutched her overworked genitals. She shivered, feeling cold. If it wasn’t the pain, it was the shame of a familiar warm sensation that elicited a squeal from her lips.

Ashlynn made her way around the side of the car. Her hand buried into her desperate, tingling pussy. She nearly lost control as she rounded the side of the car.

Her mother, hands clutching her crotch with all their might, had two fat, wide stains streaking down her legs. As they moved, they darkened the color of her jeans. The pavement below her began to show drops of excess urine as it fell off of the back of Michelle’s jeans.

“Oh my gosh! Mom! Hold it! Please! Don’t embarrass me!”

Painting and groaning, Michelle looked back up at her daughter. She too, had her legs crossed and her hands buried in herself. Michelle had no other options, every muscle in her body burned. Her bladder no longer felt like a stone in the ocean, but rather a burning coal, torturing her insides. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and her voice escaped as a high pitched whine.

“Ash, baby. I’m so sorry. P-please…d-don’t l-look at me.”

The wetness was down to her kneecaps, nearly at the cuffs of her jeans. The high-waisted, now damaged pants were not completely soaked, but Michelle’s bladder had done plenty of work. She undid the button of her jeans. Her legs jiggled, shook and bounced as she stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her pants.

In full view of anyone in the parking lot, and in front of her daughter, Michelle whipped down her pants and panties, exposing her bare butt and mature, trimmed pussy.

“I-I…I can’t wait any longer” Her voice cracked, she was starting to cry “Baby, please! I…just look away!”

By the time she was in a half squat, piss came rocketing forth. A loud hiss erupted from her tired muscles. Her strong, yellowish stream of piss sprayed out of her so quickly that it bounced off of the pavement below. Drips and drops kicked up from the ground onto her exposed sandaled feet and droplets of her warm urine splashed her exposed labia as she settled into a full squat. She gripped her wet jeans and soaked black panties, keeping them out of the spray. The rapidly expanding puddle below her ran under her sandals and towards the edge of the parking lot. A dark color, it housed a few bubbles the slid along the small rivulets that broke away from the main flood. Michelle closed her eyes and sighed. The relief was unimaginable, orgasmic, almost.

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Tienna arrived home to her lonely bare apartment; she had arrived to work late after her little accident the other night, apologising profusely to her boss as she rushed around for the rest of the working day. Her mind dizzy with an array of scheduled meetings and errands. But as she sat there in the apartment alone, her mind began to wonder, slipping back into old familiar haunts. Resurfacing old wounds to scratch at, over and over until it became raw with emotional afflictions. His face appeared in her head, laughing and talking yet with no words coming out of his mouth. She tried to close her eyes to free her mind of these images but was only greeted with his jeering smile, haunting her endlessly. In a vain attempt to free her minds she thought back to the night before. Was she really dreaming that she had seen a silver tail at the end of Aria’s body? It could have simply been a trick of the light, refracting off the surface of the water, temporarily blinding her. Or she could have simply hallucinated, an after effect of drinking all that salt water and the near death experience. Tienna sighed deeply, rubbing the temple of her head with her forefingers. If her mind wasn’t on thoughts of him, then it was on thoughts of a possible lapse in her sane being.

She decided to clear her mind by taking a drive, down to her favourite place; the beach. It was still mid afternoon as she meandered her way down the path, the beach had a few couples enjoying the last of the sun’s rays as they lay upon the warm white sand, working on their tan. Tienna decided to take a stroll along the beach to get away from the couples. Their infatuations with each other were causing her to relive some unfortunate past relationship flashbacks. Tienna casually walked along the beach, past the cliff face that she was upon the night before as she enjoyed the feeling of soft sand underneath her toes. The waves lapped in the back ground in a never-ending rhythm of nature. The sand underneath her feet turned coarse as she made her way along the beach, heavily littered with shells. The sun was still high in the sky; it’s heat causing the sweat to bead as it dripped from her forehead. Her clothes began to stick as well from her perspiration. She looked around her, the beach was desolate, this was no surprise to Tienna as the surf was a lot rougher on this side of the cliff face and numerous rocks reared their blackened heads as waves crashed over them.

Tienna stripped off her clothing and dived underneath an oncoming wave. The coolness of the water cleansed her sweat drenched body as she swam out towards a submerged rock 50m away. As she dived underneath a wave, she heard a voice faintly humming. Surfacing she looked around in an attempt to ascertain whereabouts the source of this voice was, only to be greeted by the sounds of the waves crashing against the beach and the endless ocean stretching out before her. An oncoming wave approached her as she dived underneath it deeply. There, there it was again she thought to herself as she heard the voice as distinctive as a whales Bakırköy travesti call. The song eerily enchanting as the note grew louder, Tienna made her way towards it. Her lungs were bursting from the lack of air, as the voice continued to haunt her. She surfaced panting heavily as she looked about her. There was a small cave in front of her. She looked around her; she was in front of the cliff face that she had climbed that night before. Time seemed to freeze at that point in time; it was strange looking at that black cave, like déjà vu as a mixture of emotions ranging from fear to curiosity and eventually to cynicism swept through her body. She should turn around and leave at that moment. Turn and don’t think about any of this madness ever again. Unfortunately common sense didn’t seem to fit into this equation.

Steadying her breathing, she took a deep breath and submerged once again. The voice was distinctive as she swam her way towards the cave entrance, her eye’s peering through the dim light. It’s melody rose and fell, like the tides of the ocean as she was hopelessly drawn towards the ethereal voice. She entered the small cave entrance and surfaced silently, so as not to scare away whatever the source of the voice happened to be. Her eye’s widened in shock.

There sitting on an outstretched rock was Aria, she was exactly as Tienna had remembered her the night before. Her long red hair splayed across her chest, adorned with hundreds of tiny sea-shells that glittered in the cave’s eerie light. Her eyes were closed in rapture as her mouth parted, her exquisite voice resounding off the cave walls, only to compete with the incoming waves that constantly swept through the cave entrance. Her breast’s hung free and unadorned; her small pink nipples erect in the dank atmosphere of the cave. Tienna’s gaze continued to travel down Aria’s body as she continued to sing. Her body was slender, but where her legs were meant to be, a giant fish tail was instead. Tienna looked in amazement as she studied the mermaid before, her milky white skin seemed to blend into a tail with ease. It looked so natural and real. The silver tail shimmering against the water’s reflection. Tienna waited before Aria finished singing before saying something.

“…Aria?”

The mermaid whirled around, a look of fear on her face when she heard Tienna’s voice. Her face softened when she saw Tienna.

“…Hello Tienna.”

-“I’m sorry to startle you, I just heard your singing… it was incredible… I was drawn to it… I couldn’t help it.”

“That’s ok… Tienna. I don’t usually perform to audiences though… so you can imagine my surprise when I got caught out.”

-“But your voice is so beautiful, you shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“Of course it is beautiful… We mermaids were once known as the sirens of the sea many years ago… back then we had a bad reputation as a few rebellious mermaids used their voices to draw sailors to submerged rocks… It almost led to the discovery of us by humans…”

-“..So you Bakırköy travestileri don’t like humans?”

“Well no, we generally don’t associate ourselves with them, troublesome creatures they are, we leave them to destroy themselves…”

-“Oh… So… why did you save me?”

“…I…don’t know…. I was drawn to you for a strange reason…”

-“That I was drowning?”

“… ha ha. No I have been watching you for a long period of time, I can pick up on things. I could feel your pain as you frequented those long walks along the beach only to stare out at the ocean. A reprieve from your pain?”

Tienna had swam along until her feet was able to touch the ground, she got out of the water and sat upon the wet sand, facing Aria. She couldn’t help but notice Aria’s eyes flicker across her naked body as she faced her.

-“Yes… but that is something that I would prefer not to talk about.”

Aria’s eyes softened as she looked at Tienna empathically.

“… I understand… forgive me for intruding into such private matters…”

-“Ha ha ha… don’t apologise, it is just a touchy subject that I feel that I need to solve for myself first before being able to move on… So is it really true that you are s mermaid? Wow. Are there others like you?”

Aria smiled.

“Ha ha, yes but we are dwindling as a species. I have only met 2 in the past hundred years…”

100 100 years? How old are you?”

“Mermaids and other mythical sea creatures or ‘merous’ have a very long lifespan, easily over 1000 years. I am still young, I am only 150 years old.”

-“What!?! 150 years old? How long have you people been on earth for?”

Aria smiled cheekily. “We have been on earth long before humans laid foot on this planet. Back then there were only angel’s in the sky and mermaids in the sea. During one day a year the mermaids and various other mythical sea creatures were given a chance to walk upon the lands for 24 hours. If we liked the land then we were able to stay there to live within society. But at the end of the 24 hours, if we did not return to the ocean then we would never be able to again become merous. Which is the collective term for the various fabled sea creatures.”

-“Wow. So much for evolution and the monkeys. So that fish tail is real?”

“Yes, as real as I am.”

-“…Can I.. touch it?”

Aria looked at Tienna quizzically.

“Sure, as long as I can touch your tail.”

Tienna looked at Aria confused, but when she saw her gaze travel down her legs, she smiled.

“We call these ‘tails’ legs. Of course you can touch it.”

Aria smiled and watched with curiosity as Tienna walked and climbed upon the rock that Aria was upon, stretching out her legs. Tienna stared at Aria’s tail with great interest, the silver scales of her tail shone out like a thousand pearls. She looked up at Aria who nodded at her. Tienna lightly ran her hand along the tail of Aria. It was cold, yet smooth like polished marble as her hand travelled down her to her tail. Aria flinched Travesti Bakırköy slightly as Tienna’s long nails trailed across her scaled skTienTienna stopped immediately what she was doing, apologising profusely. Aria smiled, her mouth parting slightly as a light laugh escaped her mouth.

“I’m sorry, it was just that it tickles when your nails trailed across my skin. It’s very sensitive my tail…” Aria said, flexing her tail up and down. Tienna smiled.

“May I…?” Aria questioned, looking at Tienna’s long legs stretched out besides her.

Tienna grinned, nodding her head. Aria looked down amazed at Tienna’s legs as her hand ran across her smooth soft skin.

“It’s so smooth, and warm.” She said as her hand softly explored her legs.

Tienna smiled, repressing a giggle as Aria’s hand softly stroked the underside of her foot. Studying each aspect of her leg wiloselose scrutiny.

“I have always wondered what it would be like…” Aria murmured as she studied her knee with curiosity, her hand exploring the underside of her thigh.

“It feels so warm..” Aria said as her hand neared Tienna’s bush. Tienna took a sharp intake of breath as A’s h’s hand lightly brushed across her bush. Aria looked up alarmed.

“I’m so sorry, did I hurt you? Are you ok?”

-“No… I-it’s ok. That is just my reproductive organs.”

Aria blushed deeply, withdrawing her hands from Tienna.

“I-I’m so sorry… I-I didn’t know.”

-“That’s ok… really… Uhmm out of curiosity… how do you guys have uhmmm…”

Aria looked at her confused.

-“Reproduce?”

Aria smiled.

“I myself have never reproduced. merous creatures essentially stay with each other their whole life. They are only betrothed to one person. When they want to reproduce, they go onshore for that one night a year where they can walk the earth. In this form they can then copulate, before returning to sea. Where the mother can then look after the baby through a pouch that develops. This is what I have been told when I was a child. I myself have not yet met my betrothed. But as I have said earlier, merous creatures live up to 1000 years and sometimes beyond, so reproduction doesn’t necessarily become an issue until we reach our 400th year.”

Tienna nodded in awe. Aria glanced outside the cave entrance to the now black sky of the night. A full moon shone, casting out it’s silver light to the waves below. Aria looked up at Tienna.

“I had best be going. I haven’t had any dinner as of yet, so I had best start hunting. Full moons are often best for food gathering in any case.”

Tienna looked out at the dark sky. She had not realised how much time had passed. Aria saw the look of worry on her face.

“Don’t worry, I will guide you back. Follow me.” She said, disappearing in the water to resurface 5m away.

Tienna followed her, diving deeply she followed Aria’s silver tail, which glistened in the night, the scales shimmering against the silver light of the moon. The water was warm as it enveloped her cold body, warming her like a liquid blanket. They both surfaced some time later, Tienna could clearly see her clothes strewn on the beach where she had carelessly discarded it earlier that afternoon. She turned around to thank Aria but had found that she had already disappeared. Once again she drove home wet and confused.

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Like a spider drawing its prey into a web, Felicity played with her hair, flexing her heaving biceps as she did so, tightening her pecs as she laughed, and captivating my attention. I shook in fear of Mary’s reaction when Felicity left but found myself unable to steer my gaze from the aura of muscle before me. Surely, both of them sensed my arousal from these subtle displays of her remarkable physicality.

My eyes moved involuntarily over Felicity’s beautiful canvas as she twisted, shifted, and flexed. Each ever-so-slight movement snapped my eyes to attention at whatever feature she was highlighting next. It was almost as if she were proving to Mary how much control she had over me. I could almost hear her crowing, “look lady, it’s me rather than you who is the true object of your husband’s desires. If I had any control, I might have been angry, but I was enraptured by the display of muscularity in front of me. And then it got worse.

“So, Felicity was just telling me that she used to be a powerlifter,” Mary noted.

“Is that so?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Yeah, she thinks she’s still stronger than most men.” She looked over to Felicity who, as if on cue, launched into a clowning most muscular pose, grunting as she did so. Her massive pectorals pressed her voluminous implants against the straining dress. A vast network of veins emerged across her upper body and snaked down across her chest. The swell of her bosom, a deep cleft between them was too much, too true, too perfect. The final crescendo of küçükyalı escort my lusting gaze was the fashion in which her hard nipples pushed against the material, commanding my attention. She finally released the pose with a cackling laugh, shaking her pecs in a different but equally alluring fashion.

“I don’t doubt it,” I murmured, unable to shut my trap.

“Well let’s see. Felicity, you wouldn’t mind arm wrestling him, would you?” Mary asked forcefully.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied with truly false modesty.

“Nonsense, I insist,” Mary demanded.

“Do I get a say in this?” I asked.

“No,” Mary responded, without a trace of sarcasm in her voice. “Let’s see how strong my man, my protector is.” Sarcasm now laced her voice in an almost recriminating fashion. Mary moved over to give me space and showed me where to sit. Reluctantly, I followed her order.

We locked grips and I looked into her captivating green eyes. They had a look of absolute glee in them, and she had a confident grin on her face. Felicity’s fingers tensed upon mine and the roots of her forearm muscle bellies rippled and shifted as her intense grip tightened on me before she playfully released. My teeth ground and I flinched in pain but somehow managed to hide it from Mary.

She too was giddy with excitement and when the two of us looked ready, Mary proclaimed,

“Go!” and the match began. In an instant, I knew it was over. Felicity’s shapely bicep tightened into a vein-smothered boulder kültür escort of power. Her smooth leverage pulled me down as I struggled like a helpless kitten until my hand was pressed firmly into submission just seconds after we began. My cock throbbed with the fierce display of her power.

“Uh, good match,” I declared, trying to be a good sport. It was nothing of the sort. Suddenly, I felt a hand wrap itself around my throbbing cock in my slacks. Mary was checking to see how hard I was. Fuck.

As my eyes rose to look at her in defeat though, I noticed her hand folded under her chin considering what had just happened. The other kept squeezing me. Seconds later my cock erupted in one of the quickest and fiercest orgasms I’d ever had. My head shook and my eyes flickered but I willed my body not to move to hide the intensity of my eruption from Felicity. Mary’s hand milked every last job before she removed it as if nothing had happened.

“You see. It can be done and rather easily.” Felicity noted.

“Yeah, wow,” Mary said, her mouth still agape. It was like her hand was holding up her bottom jaw so it wouldn’t fall off.

“And I’m not even training for strength right now. I am focused only on getting these bad boys bigger.” She raised her arm, flexed her enormous biceps, and twisted her wrist back and forth in the victory salute.

“I guess so.”

“I’m going to train, Mary,” Felicity said. “We were talking, and she expressed an interest in getting stronger than you too.”

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“I’ll have her stronger than you in no time, but it’s going to cost you, Boss.”

Shaking, I tried to play it cool. “Oh yeah? How is that?”

“I’m going to be buying her the supplements she needs and might need to take an extra hour off in the morning to train her.”

“Two,” Mary corrected.

“So, you might as well just come in after lunch,” I joked.

“That sounds good,” she winked. My breath caught. Was she holding the shoulder massages over me and subtly threatening to tell if I didn’t give her a full day’s wage for a half day’s work?”

“Whatever Mary needs,” I said, saving myself from additional drama.

“As it should be,” Felicity said. “We girls need to stick together, right?”

“Darn right,” Mary said.

The girls proceeded to tease me in a good-natured way for the next twenty minutes. Jabs like, “oh, men seem like they’re the stronger sex, but it’s totally a facade. It’s almost like the Wizard in the Wizard of Oz. If you really want this, Mary, I can have you stronger than the boss in no time.”

“That sounds fun,” she responded. “Then if he does anything wrong, I can beat him into submission,” she laughed, as if it were a joke, but I sensed the warning tone beneath.

After being the butt of their jokes for what seemed like an eternity, finally, my agony ended when Felicity needed to depart to go on a date. The two of them hugged and Felicity’s massiveness seemed to almost engulf Mary. Their bodies intertwined was a feast for the eyes. Felicity’s hardened form, full of swells, and her hardened nipples brushing pleasurably against Mary’s lithe, soft, curvy form was a slice of heaven.

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Amaranth 01 – Leaving the Academy

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The Academy

Sasha was already awake, when the alarm clock went down. This was the day: she’d been training for 22 years at the Facilitators Academy to become a graduate and start her life.

She prepared her clothing: white, beautifully knitted thigh highs, her virtually non-existent white super g-string and a wide white blouse. Over it, she donned her red leather under-bust-corset putting her cute double-Ds without a bra to quite a show. They were covered by the thin blouse only. Her red micro-minis-skirt – more a flexible band of 10 inches around her hips left more to see than it covered. She finalized the look with her red heels and her large white ring-shaped earrings.

Her long red hair was tamed with a ponytail and she’d put on her usual, appealing low amount of makeup.

She took a moment, breathing in and out, preparing for the most important day of her life. Then she went out of the dorm, towards the large meeting hall.

****

Facilitators were the pinnacle of body culture. They didn’t walk, they kind of flowed. Each of their moves was rather a dance, each of their words a song. They trained the first 22 years of their life to become what they were destined to be: divine beauties, Facilitators.

Facilitators were very respected members of society. The latter itself being a carefully balanced equilibrium of powers designed to prevent all reasons that had led to the great wars some 1000 years ago. Before, society was based on a strange mix of religious beliefs, political power, personal interests of the actors and had had uncountable influencers.

Prejudice, exploitation, intolerance, harassment of minorities and religious madness as well as misinterpretation had led to a war, that had put people on Earth to the verge of existence.

The survivors had built a world where the thoughts of people had been cleansed of those deadly traits. Everything that could lead to imbalance was banned, punishable by Removal.

The societies’ structure had been altered. There were no more relations, no more marriages of the old kind. People could live together and interact as they’d wish, but it wasn’t a major factor anymore to strive for a family.

Procreation was a technical function, one was asked for from time to time if the genes matched. Unwanted conceiving was impossible. Children were brought up in breeding stations and enjoyed the best care and education that could possibly be achieved.

The new people, as they called themselves, had soon learned, that there was one drive, deeply rooted in the core of the human mind, they could not control. Bahçeşehir travesti Sex. Raw, vicious lust. Kinks of all kinds.

It took the better part of 500 years to come up with a solution: the Facilitators. These women and men were genetically altered to be exactly, what the others needed: submissive, beautiful, obedient and permanently horny sex toys. The important part in Facilitator selection was to find humans, featuring specific genetic properties that were required for them to later want and love their life. Being a Facilitator wasn’t a punishment or an obligation, it was pure bliss for the selected ones. It was, what got them a fulfilled life.

****

Sasha floated down the stairs of the great meeting hall. There were hundreds of people all over the place. When she had approached the top of the wide stairs, she felt as if every single male and quite a lot of the female eyes had turned on her. Even for a Facilitator she was exceptionally beautiful.

The Choosing would soon commence. The dean held a lengthy lecture about the importance of Facilitators for society and everlasting peace. After some 30 minutes, he concluded by wishing everybody a successful Choosing.

Each of today’s thirty Facilitator had a badge with a unique symbol – in Sasha’s case, it was a purple wand, decorated with golden braids.

First the men and women for outside were supposed to choose who they’d be interested to adopt, making them the Adopters. They made their choice known by getting a matching token for their adoptee from the available baskets with assorted tokens. Then they were asked to present them to their chosen Facilitator.

The Facilitators were known to the adopters in detail as information about them had been made public before the event. So, adopters would know the preferences and kinks of all the Facilitators before choosing.

The presentation could take quite a while, as each adopter was required to present himself to the Facilitator, describing his interests and kinks.

After that, the Bonding would take place: the Facilitator would accept one (or no) adopter. They would both don the token to their clothes to make the choice public. The Bonding was supposed to be a kind of probation period. The adopter and the adoptee were supposed to get to know each other and verify their choice. Any of them could terminate and restart at any time.

Sasha had listened to all (some 80) adopters. She was tired. And she had made her choice right from the beginning. There was one man, about 6’5″ tall – dark, short hair, who had drawn her attention. Bahçeşehir travestileri He had an air of someone who was fine with himself, without seeming arrogant. He’d been smiling all through the dean’s lecture – and hadn’t let her one second out of his sight. She could imagine, that he’d be someone who knew exactly what he wanted – on the other hand would protect what was his by all means.

He presented himself as the last adopter and was named Jonathan.

****

She had chosen Jonathan instantly and without hesitation. He seemed very pleased and they were enjoying the party after the ceremony. She was the perfect listener and the best interlocutor you could wish for, as this was part of her studies.

At one point they were matching their kinks. And he eventually asked “You’re quoted to like anal quite a lot. That got my attention, as I’m also very much into it.” he said.

“I love it so very much!” she replied, turning around, bending down. This made her micro-skirt slide all the way up to her waist. With one hand to the ground, she took the other to shove the string’s line to the side presenting a perfect little anus between the most beautiful cheeks he’d ever seen. The she asked aroused “Do you want to give it a try right now?”

He answered in the negative, “This is very appealing and I have no problem with watchers. Anyway, this doesn’t seem to be the nicest of places.” he said helping her up. “Please remind me to come back to your offer, before you change these clothes. I love how these thigh-highs and heels compliment your perfect little ass.” he concluded.

Coming home

When they got home after the party, he showed her around: the flat was huge – a big central room that doubled as living room/kitchen with modern, but cosy furnishing – the room featured full-height windows on two sides and an open fireplace on a third, a bedroom with a large double-sized French bed and a whirlpool towards the full-height windows leading to the terrace.

There also was a bathroom so large, it felt like it was designed to be occupied by ten people at a time. Last but not least there was the playroom, which he didn’t show her, as he said it’d be a surprise for later.

She walked in and took a deep breath. This could be her home for the time coming. She loved it. “Now, I’ll have to find out, if he’s the one.” she thought.

She walked over to the couch – comfy but not too soft and crawled on it from one side in a fluid movement. Kneeling there, she turned her head to him and seductively whispered: “You asked me to remind Travesti Bahçeşehir you, to come back on my offer when we were alone…”. Then she bent forward, again, letting her micro-skirt slip up to her waist. She picked the line of the string from her crack and placed it far to one side. Then she lay her upper body down, arms stretched above her head in line with her body, putting her beautiful ass invitingly high in the air.

“Oh my…!”, he muttered — then his control vanished. On the way to the couch, he dropped his jacket, ripped open his shirt and lost shoes and trousers along with the underwear in a series of not-so-elegant movements. He panted slightly when he reached her and carefully placed both hands on her cheeks.

“No time for lube!” he said.

“Agreed.” she answered, “I need you right now!” He spat in his hand and rubbed it along his erect shaft. Then he placed the tip on her exposed anus, making her moan in appreciation.

He started to thrust. Very hard, but in contrast, just half an inch in. Retreating and doing the same again, he slowly worked this way in.

She felt the slight pain, but simultaneously appreciated the sophistication of his technique: the pleasure he caused was by far exceeding the discomfort.

Soon he had reached business depth – his 6 inch cock, balls-deep up her ass. Pulling out completely, he commented: “what a beautiful gape”, shoving his member in again and commencing in a steady rhythm.

“May I touch myself, Master?” she whispered between two gasps.

“Of course!” he replied. “Try to come close to the climax, then wait for me.”

She did as told, putting one hand down to her clit and working it, her pussy already a beautiful wet mess.

After a few minutes, he gasped: “Damn, you’re so incredibly tight. This is fantastic! Are you ready?”

“Yes master!” she breathed, barely able to hold herself back.

Then he started to up his thrusting, her signal to put herself over the edge with him. She could feel the enema of his load squirting up her ass while she exploded oozing cum from her pussy. He collapsed above her grabbing her tits around her body. His dick throbbed, pumping and pumping his cum into her.

After their climaxes subsided, they lay still for quite a while.

“That was so incredible,” he exclaimed.

Getting up, before helping her up, he showed her to the bathroom and they both showered thoroughly. Then he took a cream box and asked her to lie down on her stomach on the towel he’d put on the ground. He made her spread her cheeks and started to carefully put the cream to her anus. Outside and also a little bit in. She felt herself getting wet at his caressing, warm touch, but he seemed to have had enough for the moment. “This will ease the discomfort a little”, he explained.

Finishing in the bathroom, they went to bed and exhausted from a long day, she cuddled in his arms.

They slept at once.

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