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Nedra’s Naughty Proposition

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Nedra and I are both 55 and we’re fuck buddies. Or, as she refers to our relationship: non-exclusive fuck buddies. I sometimes quiz her as to why she insists on refering to our relationship as “non-exclusive” fuck buddies. She usually replies, in baby talk, with something like, “So it would be allowed for me to have someone get those hard to reach places, silly boy.”

Once, however, in the throes of pillow talk, with her eyes glazed over, she actually said, “There is someone who knows what I’d do to be stuffed more than full with cock.” Somehow, I just knew better than to probe too agressively on that topic. Hey, I’m a guy who certainly has no allusions of ever being in the record book in the size department. That’s based on what I’m seeing on this site.

Any guy would consider Nedra a babe. She has a very pretty, sun bronzed face and a perfect set of teeth. She is petite[5’2″], but in a round way. She has ample, perky tits, that are firm, not floppy. She refers to her “jelly ass”, which I can never wait to dig into. It is white, in contrast to the rest of her, with a hint of the texture of cottage cheese, with lots of soft lumps. Her skin and hair both smell so good that it drives me nuts. I will make a big deal about inhaling her fragrance and she’ll coo, “Do I smell good enough to eat?” Speaking of that, the aroma that wafts from her excited cunt is exactly what guarantees the continuation of the species, I swear to God. The woman, to me, is hot. I’m sure she continues to be the stuff of many a wet dream in these parts.

Did I mention that she’s married to a pretty well to do business owner? She says that, to the best of her knowledge, he gets his sexual needs pretty much taken care of by occaisionally shooting a load in her mouth. A few years back a medical condition caused her husband to gradually lose his erecting abilities. She said that eventually he deteriorated to where, by a combination of his persistence and her patience, she could coax his mostly limp dick into her pussy, but nothing spectacular happened after that, except mutual frustration. Now, blow jobs, with her swallowing, satisfy his need for her affections.

Nedra also has a regular tennis instructor who is thirty-ish, fit, and good looking. She says that her husband assumes that the tennis guy is tending to those hard to reach, warm and tight places deep inside her. She says, “If I deny it, would he believe me anyway?” She’s got a point. kırklareli escort My guess is that the tennis guy may be lucky enough to rub against some of those sweet places that I can’t reach.

For a few months we’ve been fucking each other’s brains out. We usually schedule a couple of “physical meetings” each week, and grab other impromtu opportunities as often as we can. Those are set up at the last minute by cell phone. It goes something like, “I need you bad and I need you now, can you?” We sort of take turns calling and sounding like we’re in a pathetic need for relief. We rarely pass up an opportunity to play!

Something else about Nedra that plays into this story: she has 2 or 3 lady friends that she hangs with for tennis, lunch, shopping….and, as she says, “We explore and enjoy each other’s feminine charms.” This confirmed revelation of hers came after we had been fuck buddies for awhile.

In fact, I revealed in my prior story here, the one about us volunteering together, how I had been kidding her about her lady friends and actually crossed the line during the flirting phase of our friendship by telling her, “I bet I could eat you ALMOST as well as those ladies with whom you keep in touch with your lesbian side.” That bold statement broke through the flirting and probing barriers and she basically said, ” If you can do that AND supply what they don’t have, we’re on.” The rest, as they say, is history.

As we fucked ourselves silly and bonded as lovers with pillow talk, Nedra started hitting me with the idea of her telling her special ladies about us and maybe fixing me up with one or more of them. She would tease me by saying things like, “Ooohh, I know a sexy lady who would luuuuv to have some of that.” Or, “I could make a friend for life if I was willing to share you with someone I have in mind.”

I suspected strongly that she was putting me on and testing me, not really looking to share me, but most likely probing to gauge my reaction to fucking one of her friends. But, who knows? It became very tempting to give in and say, “Sure, arrange it, I’d love to do your friend, alone or as a threesome.”

I chose to never react in any way other than to laugh and nuzzle into her and say, “Let’s change the subject back to you, My Sexiest Woman In The World!” But she did have me tempted…

The other day she called, “Hey, I’ve got a hot idea for you, can you meet me at the Inlet kırklareli escort bayan parking lot around 11?”

“As a matter of fact I can and would be delighted to do that,” I said.

It was a little unusual for us to meet at the Inlet parking lot. It was more public than our usual meeting places, and what the heck can you do in a large and often busy parking lot, anyway? Once, when we met there, instead of jumping into one car, we proceeded to have phone sex, of sorts, while looking at each other 40 yards away.

As I arrived at the Inlet parking lot my cell phone rang, it was Nedra. “Hi baby, welcome, just pull up close to the boardwalk and stay in your car, I have a hot proposition for you. I can’t wait to see if you’ll be UP for it.”

I answered, “When have I not been up for one of your propositions?”

“Good point,” she quiped, “but this is different.”

Intrigued and excited, I just said, “Hit me with it.”

“Okay,” she started, a little slow and perhaps shakey, “there is someone else here in the parking lot, in another car.”

“Okay?”, I inquired, after waiting for her to contunue, “and this person is…..?”

Nedra responded, “This person is a dear friend of mine, a very sexy lady. She is here because I told her that there is a POSSIBILTY that I could fix her up with a very hot guy today.. I told her this guy is hot, handsome, and would be raring to go. I may have also told her that he would give her a fuckin’ that she’ll not soon forget! Are you feeling lucky, because this horny piece of womanhood has your name written all over her if you’re up for it?”

Instantly, I knew exactly how to react to Nedra’s naughty proposition.

“Tell her that the guy you had in mind for her is sporting such a raging hard-on that you changed your mind and decided to fuck him yourself! Tell her that you need him to shoot his load waaaay up inside of you, instead of her! Tell her “sorry, gotta’ go now!” and, tell her all of that while you’re driving as fast as you can manage to my place, where I’ll be expecting you to arrive right after me, …..any questions?”

“Ah, no,” she said.

On my way back to my place. besides getting pumped about the hot sex in my very near future, my mind was churning. Was there really another woman there at the Inlet because of the possibility of getting laid by me? Did I just turn down a hot strange piece of ass, or possibly a threesome escort kırklareli today? Was Nedra just playing head games with me, testing my reaction? How about this: was Nedra tiring of me and my affections, and did she concoct an incredible gesture to let me down easy [and happy]? I certainly had a lot to ponder.

But now, I think a very hot 55 year old babe is nearing my home and my bed. Will we have something extraordinary to talk about, or strickly be in a frenzy to dig into each other in the most amazing way? I’ll know soon because she just pulled into my garage only 3 minutes after I closed the door behind me.

As she came through the door from the garage, she kicked off her shoes and said in a big, bold voice , “Where is that man who is gonna get fucked within an inch of his life?”

“He’s hiding in the bedroom,” I hollered back.

By the time she reached the bedroom doorway her bare tits were out there and she was unlatching her skirt.

About an hour later we were both lathered in the animal dampness of sexual heat. We had spoken only terse sexual words and commands like; “bone me, poke it, faster, softer, do it, don’t stop!” There were also a lot of filthy words used descriptively. There were a lot of improvised words consisting of only vowels. There was, however, no talk of the incident at the parking lot that ignited this firestorm of lust.

As we simmered down and both regained a semblance of normal breathing, I was positioned behind her in the spooning position, both of us on our right sides, with my cock jammed into her cunt, not as a sword sliding up into a scabbard, but pointed straight on at the bumps of her G-spot like a chisel poised for battering. With her soft ass slammed snugly above my cock and up against my stomach, I managed to nudge the business end of my spear straight up against her interior ignition spot. It was all puffy and bumpy, it was ready for a good fuckin’.

She reacted to my probe by screaming at me, “RIGHT THERE, YOU FUCKER! GIVE ME THAT BONE, POUND ME. FUCK IT, YEAH, DON’T YOU FUCKIN’ STOP. I’M YOUR CUNT, RAM IT IN ME!”

Those were a few of the words I can recall from a long, loud barrage spewing out of her normally cultered, sweet mouth. This sexual rage erupts only when we’re naked and sweaty, and she is getting her G-spot hammered. After a haze of animal heat: abruptly, Nedra shuddered and wilted in my arms. My filthy mouthed, hot fucking lady momentarily passed out, I think.

Did I make the right choice in possibly turning down the chance to do her friend today? With my sweaty and spent mature goddess wrapped tightly in my arms, I’ll answer, “Yes.”

For now, anyway.

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Blonde

NOT MY STORY- UNKNOWN AUTHOR,
hope I don’t get into trouble for taking it, I couldn’t see an author or a copywrite notice.

I have a fantasy.

It begins with a telephone call. A telephone call from you to our friend The Blonde™. After a few affable exchanges, you invite her to meet us for a drink in the city, or, better still, over to our place for dinner. Not The Blonde and her husband. Just The Blonde. All by her statuesque, Nordic self.

I know. I’ve barely begun to describe my fantasy, and already I’ve established myself as self-serving and immoral. But that’s one of the advantages, the delights, of fantasies. They owe nothing to anyone but the person who conjures them. But if it helps make my longings more palatable for you to digest, imagine that by the time you pick up that phone and dial her number, The Blonde has become a single woman.

So you smile and laugh through the initial catching up. “Yes, it’s great speaking with you again.” And then you ask that all-important question: “How about meeting us for a drink?” Or: “Would you like to come over for dinner? You remember where we live, don’t you?”

Given that this is my fantasy, she says yes to both of those latter questions.

It’s a Saturday evening when she knocks at our door. How many other times have we answered that very door to her, opened it wide to find her standing there, resplendent with sensuality and femininity? This time will be no different, except that on this occasion, she’ll be standing there alone.

We’ve prepared a meal that’s reasonably light, something with just a touch of spice. Szechwan beef, with bean sprouts and fine egg noodles. Just how much truth is there to that claim that spicy food is an aphrodisiac? Perhaps that’s a thought that will occur to us while we watch her eat, the two of us sharing an identical appetite to taste her, to feast upon her.

The meal over, we move to the lounge. The second bottle of Rioja goes down just as easily as the first. The soothing sounds emanating from the stereo chill the atmosphere still further. The Blonde sits alone on one sofa while we share another. Her black dress shows a good deal of leg. My attention will doubtless be captivated by the sight of her taut tanned thighs. I suspect yours will be too.

The conversation we share is relaxed, if not a touch prosaic. On all her other visits here, there was a single, unifying agenda. Our conversations were laden with innuendo and expectancy, and inevitably took an explicit turn towards matters of the flesh some time before that slow, delicious ascent upstairs. That’s not the case this time. There’s no defined timetable, no expected outcome, at least not on her part. This began as an entirely social affair. For it to culminate upstairs, we’ll have to manipulate events.

We’re going to have to seduce her.

Surely it’s not beyond us. Not when we have such a delicious advantage. After all, we know what a licentious creature she is. We’ve witnessed what she can become, what she is capable of, when her blood is up, when her lust is aroused.

And we know so many of the things that can arouse her.

Still, I wonder what our opening gambit might be.

My fantasy sometimes stutters at this point. What if she has no interest in a threesome? Could there be anything worse than trying to seduce someone with no reciprocal desire? Would we be able to read her sufficiently, determine whether she had any interest before we made a suggestion? What if her mood was ambivalent? Could we make our desire clear without being gauche? And how to achieve all of that, and still leave the three of us with room to retreat with our dignity intact.

So what would you suggest? Given your antipathy for mind games, untainted openness might be your ideal approach. How might you present the offer? “All those evenings we shared. Did you ever have an opportunity to experience a threesome?” Or something a tad more direct, perhaps: “You know, Blonde, we’d really love to take you to bed with us.” Maybe – since she’s already demonstrated a desire for us both – you could offer me up as a sexual inducement. “Blonde, how would you like to fuck my husband while I kiss you?”

But I’m sure you have your burdur escort own ideas. I’d love to hear them sometime.

Let’s imagine that you leave the living room, and that when you return, you sit next to her instead of me. No drama. Just a change of seat, of perspective. She becomes the focus of your attention. Your eyes hold hers whenever she talks; in return, your open body language is telling her everything. It’s a subtle change of emphasis, but it’s there, hanging in the air like an electrical current.

The Blonde allows herself to go with the new mood. “Did you ever find anyone else to play with?” she asks.

“Yes,” I answer. “Eventually.”

“It took us quite a while,” you add.

Her gaze flickers between the two of us. “And did you enjoy yourselves?”

I glance towards you. In turn, you smile at our guest. “It was fun,” you say. “But nowhere near as much fun as you were.”

She arches her eyebrows. “Really?”

“We wouldn’t lie to you. Would we, EA?”

Now it’s my turn to look intently into her eyes. “No. Never.”

The Blonde pauses. “Do you think it would be still be as much fun?”

You reach out a hand, rest it atop her thigh. “I think there’s only one way for us to find that out.” And with that, you slowly lean towards her and press your lips against hers. She hesitates for a moment, and then kisses you back, her hand coming up to cup the side of your face. Your hand rubs back and forth along the top of her thigh, inching her dress a fraction higher with each upward stroke. I receive a tantalising glimpse of stocking top, and of naked flesh beyond.

The Blonde leans back against the sofa, and you follow her down. Your kiss becomes deeper, more passionate. Her hand slips down from your face to your waist, then your thigh. She slips her hand beneath your skirt even as yours inches beneath her dress.

You break the kiss. “Perhaps we should take this upstairs,” you suggest a little breathlessly.

The Blonde nods her accord.

You get up together, and have left the room even before I’ve started to follow. For now, I’m superfluous, a fifth wheel. But I don’t mind. Actually, it’s a position I relish being in. When I glance up the spiral staircase, you’re already leading her across the landing, not in the direction of either of the guest rooms, but towards our own bedroom. By the time I close the bedroom door behind me, you’re slipping the straps of her dress from her shoulders, and her fingers are unbuttoning your blouse.

I pull up a chair on one side of our bed, immersed in the simple pleasure of watching the two of you undressing one another. I manage not to drool, but it’s a challenge. It’s been so long since I saw you together like this, semi-nude and enflamed. You’re still kissing slow and deep, and as you gradually set each other free from the clinging limitations of your clothes, your attentive hands can busy themselves with caressing soft, naked skin. I watch your fingernails trail lightly over the hollow at the base of The Blonde’s™ spine, down across her buttocks; in turn, I watch her cup your full breasts, squeeze your nipples delicately between her fingertips. Your murmurs of pleasure mingle and blend deliciously in the warm night air.

You kneel in the centre of our bed, upper bodies pressed tightly together; mouth to mouth, breasts to breasts, nipples to nipples. Her hand slips over your sex, and in turn, your hand covers hers. Transfixed, I watch as you finger each other to a shuddering first climax, my cock straining impatiently at the front of my trousers.

You turn to look at me as one, then back at each other.

“Do you think we ought to let him play now?” you muse aloud.

“I don’t know.” The Blonde looks back at me with a certain scorn. “Will he be of any use to us?”

“He could be. If he does as he’s told.”

The Blonde smiles menacingly. “If he measures up.”

“Why don’t we see?” Your own scornful glance is a close approximation of hers. “Take off your clothes. Let’s see what you have to offer to two horny women.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I remove my shoes and socks, then shirt and trousers. The outline of my hard cock is evident beneath my cotton shorts. escort burdur Both you and The Blonde eye my loins like conscientious consumers.

“Everything,” you tell me.

“Everything,” The Blonde echoes.

I push the shorts down and kick them away. Released, my cock reaches out to you both. It aches to be touched, to be stroked and kissed and nuzzled and licked. It yearns to be sucked by artful mouths, to slide inside wet, willing cunts. It is mercenary in its needs, and it has few preferences. It only hungers for the chance to pleasure – and to be pleasured by – you both.

You stretch out a hand, your fingers trailing along the side of my hard shaft. After a few seconds, The Blonde reaches out too, her fingertips dancing over my swollen glans. As you cup my heavy balls, she circles my shaft with thumb and forefinger, slowly rolling my foreskin back and forth. A sparkling drop of precum appears at the tip of my cockhead.

You smile at The Blonde. “Don’t let it go to waste,” you tell her with a wry grin.

Still holding my cock, she draws me towards her mouth. I go willingly. Her tongue laps out, smearing precum across my glans, her lips. The point where her flesh touches mine courses with electricity. She pulls me closer, easing my cock between her lips. The underside of my shaft runs over her tongue, and the groan building behind my lips finally escapes.

You get off the bed, crouch down on the floor beside me. You nuzzle my balls, licking them, sucking on them gently, all the time wanking my shaft into The Blonde’s waiting mouth. My excitement – climbing since The Blonde’s arrival, since you took a seat beside her – becomes critical. The shuddering in my belly becomes unavoidable, undeniable, and I put back my head and cry out as I climax, as my come jets into The Blonde’s mouth, as you milk me onto her tongue.

I stand there, my body sagging, my erection dwindling. The Blonde looks up at me with lust-drunk eyes, my come running down from the corners of her mouth, over her chin, dripping onto her breasts. You get up from the floor, push her back against the bed, kissing her mouth wildly, licking the come from her chin, from her breasts. Your tongue circles her nipples, and then you’re working your way down her body, planting kisses across the soft rise of her belly. You nuzzle your way across her shaven mound, your tongue probing between the soft folds of her labia. She sighs as you suckle upon her clitoris, gasps as your tongue penetrates her sex.

And then you look up at me, eyes gleaming, mouth shining.

“Care to help me?”

I can feel my cock becoming heavier, wanting to stiffen again, even as I climb onto the bed to join you between her thighs. Your tongue is already criss-crossing her labia, lapping around the opening of her cunt, and so I press my lips to her clit. It’s the first time I’ve ever tasted her, though I’ve longed to on so many occasions. I flicker my tongue across its succulent hood, trace the contours of the throbbing bud. My cock stiffens a little more with every sigh that slips from her mouth. I descend a little further, my tongue colliding with yours as we both seek to savour the nectar oozing from her sex. We kiss passionately, our mouths and our tongues drenched with The Blonde’s lust. For minutes, we alternate our oral attentions between her and each other, and when I slip one hand between your thighs, my fingers sinking effortlessly inside you, you grasp my burgeoning erection, working it restlessly. And whether it’s the pleasure that comes from being orally pleasured by two people simultaneously, or from realising that you’re actually the centre piece of a delectable threesome, or from a combination of the two, when The Blonde orgasms, the waves of pleasure that wash through her body leave her gasping and trembling in their wake.

You kiss your way back up her body to her mouth.

“Enjoy that?” you whisper to her.

She nods raggedly, the ability to form words beyond her for the moment.

“I think you’ll enjoy this, too.”

With that, you swing yourself around so that you’re straddling The Blonde’s head, your sex a few scarce inches from her face. You reach between your own thighs with one hand, opening burdur escort bayan your labia, unveiling your swollen clitoris. You inch yourself down a fraction, and The Blonde’s tongue darts out greedily, arcing through the tight valley, swirling around your clit. I see your teeth sink into your bottom lip as the feelings of pleasure well up inside you.

You fall forward, your face covering her mound. Your hair cascades down around you, blocking my view, but The Blonde’s renewed groans of passion give away that your tongue is now just as busy as hers.

I stand back, pleasuring myself as I watch you pleasuring each other. I want to stroke your back, run my fingertips down the line of your spine, across the glorious roundness of your arse, but I don’t want to distract you, to divert the attention of your senses. The Blonde comes a second time, even noisier than the first, her breath harsh and ragged as she comes down from the high. Your orgasm follows quickly afterwards, and the unmistakable sound of your climax brings my cock to full hardness.

You turn your head to look at me, your dark eyes full of wanton mischief. The Blonde’s thighs are spread wide; I can see how her labia are engorged with lust, wet from your tongue. Her cunt is open, beckoning shamelessly.

Your gaze narrows. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?” you ask softly.

“You know I do.”

“Then fuck her.” You roll your hips languidly, still enjoying the attentions of her tongue. “Can’t you see it’s what she wants too?”

I wait a few seconds, then clamber onto the bed, hesitantly slipping between The Blonde’s thighs. If any doubt lingers in me, it seems that none does in you. You reach out with both of your hands. One grasps my shaft; the other slips over The Blonde’s sex, opening her still more. You draw me forward, until my cockhead is nestling between her labia.

I look down at the point where our flesh meets, scarcely able to believe that this is actually happening. I watch as you circle her clitoris with the tip of my cockhead, hear The Blonde’s sigh of delight. Round and round my cockhead goes; where it stops, only you know. And then you’re drawing my cock down, until my glans is poised before the opening to her sex.

Again, you look up into my eyes. “Fuck her. Fuck her while I watch.”

I ease forward, and my cock slips deep inside The Blonde’s soaking cunt. She feels so like you inside, and yet utterly different. It’s a little like coming back to a well-known town a decade later, seeing what’s familiar, being aware of all that has changed.

I fuck her with long, even strokes, your gaze transfixed upon the point of our union. Your arousal at the sight is palpable, and stirs me too. The fact that I’ve already come once takes the pressure off, helps me to maintain control. As I fuck her, you lower your head once more, kissing her mound, her labia, her clitoris. You stroke my chest, my nipples, my abdomen. Every seventh or eighth stroke, you coax my cock out of her, suck her juices from my cockhead, my shaft, and then slip me back inside.

It becomes more debauched by the minute.

I find myself at the centre of a whirlpool of sexual pleasure. I’m lying on my back, the two of you on either side of me, sucking my cock together. The sensations that flow over me, through me, are exquisite. Then The Blonde is lowering her sex onto my face, even as you’re impaling yourself on my shaft, and the two of you are kissing and licking and caressing one another above me as you ride me to climax in tandem. Then somehow, you’re in a sixty-nine again, you on top, and I’m fucking you from behind, The Blonde’s tongue running over my balls and your clitoris. And at some point, I must enter heaven, because the two of you are lying face to face, your pussies pressed tightly together, and I kneel behind you both, between your thighs, alternating my cock between your cunt and hers; and when I come this time, I spend myself inside you both. Best of all, when we fall asleep, it is entwined together, and when something stirs me in the dark, it’s the sound of two women pleasuring one another, or the sensation of their hands and their mouths upon my cock.

Here endeth the confession.

NOT MY STORY- UNKNOWN AUTHOR,
hope I don’t get into trouble for taking it, I couldn’t see an author or a copywrite notice.

this is my first story- i will hopefully be posting some of my own soon.

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Mine – Chapter 3 – School Days

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Chapter 3 – School Days:

I started as a freshman in high school that fall. I never did get with either Janet or Gail again. Janet had proven to be an unfaithful slut, and Gail apparently felt guilty about having sex with a minor, and was careful to avoid opportunities to be alone with me.

By the time school started, I was feeling pretty randy, as you may imagine. Janet was a senior at the same school and I saw her on occasion, but while I didn’t actually think about it in those terms, I didn’t want to use her and, in turn, be used for just sex. For her, I had just been an available cock, albeit, larger than most. My feelings about her were more complicated than that. I didn’t want to have to share her with anybody, or have the whole school know I was banging the school slut. The fact that she teased me about it once in a while didn’t help, either.

The school was new and had a large modern library that I used nearly every day. When they formed the Audio-Visual (AV) Club, I joined up. The AV Club members were taught how to operate the school’s projection and recording equipment, and it was kind of cool. We were the ones to set up the film projectors for special class presentations and other projects. The library also had a “listening” room (officially, the AV Room) that students could use to listen to music and other audio programs. One of the routine duties for club members was to record The Top 40 radio program every week so that the tape was available in the listening room.

The room became the “Club House” for AV members, and at least one of us could be found hanging out there for most of the day. During study hall, often nearly all of us might be in there. Adjacent to the Club House there was a medium-sized storage room for the AV equipment and library supplies, and as members, we had access.

The AV Club only had four or five members. The two closest to my age were both sophomores, Jackie, a rather pretty girl with long red hair, and Tony, a guy that loved to fool around and play jokes on people, and was always on the edge of getting into trouble with school officials.

Jackie was a tease. She was constantly making sexual innuendoes directed at either Tony or myself, occasionally pinching our butts when no one was looking, or playing “footsie” while we were sitting in the AV room. Tony had no problem playing along with her and always seemed to have a good come back, but I was never that quick witted, often having nothing clever to say until long afterward when it was far too late. Naturally, this just made Jackie tease me even more, but she was a friendly girl, the teasing was never mean spirited, and I liked her. I did wish I could find an opportunity to have the last word at least once, though.

Tony and I did take advantage of every chance to get even for the butt pinching. Grabbing a quick feel whenever possible, her taut ass cheeks, her legs, hips, or thighs, and occasionally, the quick squeeze of a firm breast, Tony and I gave as good as we got, if not better. Jackie always took it in good humor, twisting away with a taunting laugh, or a quick slap of the hands, and often with an “in your dreams, buster,” or some similar comment.

This went on for a couple of months. Jackie, Tony, and I were now friends, if not best buddies. None of us had a driver’s license, so a real date was not an option, and I doubt Jackie was really ready for something like that, even with all the innuendo and teasing.

Sometime in mid November, I was in the storage room putting away supplies when Jackie came in, saw me, and walked over. Continuing past me in the narrow aisle between the shelving, she grabbed my butt, then danced away laughing as I reached for her.

“Want some help?” she asked.

“With what?” I shot back, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Laughing again, she came back and started to help me put the last of the supplies on a shelf. She was wearing a rather tight t-shirt that showed off her full breasts to good advantage, a tight pair of jeans, and an open jean jacket. Her long red hair flowed down her back, reaching almost to the curve of her ass. I was at half-mast already, just standing beside her.

The bulge in my pants must have been noticeable, for she suddenly reached over and rubbed her hand up the length of my partial erection.

“You got a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” she asked coyly.

My kırıkkale escort cock instantly came to full attention, while I just stood there with a stupid grin on my face. The bulge in my pants was now twice as big as before and it was getting very uncomfortable. Her hand stroked me gently while a look of awe passed over her face.

“My, my, you are a big boy, aren’t you?” she asked rhetorically.

My answer was to reach out, wrap my arms around her, and pull her to me, hard.

“How would you like to find out?” I asked, grabbing her butt cheeks, pressing our hips together tightly, and grinding into her. She placed her hands on my shoulders and tried to push me away.

Suddenly the door opened behind us and I spun my head around to look. Tony walked in, saw us, and shut the door, locking it. Then he reached out and shut the lights off! With no windows, the room was plunged into darkness. Jackie was still in my arms, our hips still pressed tightly together. She had made a small tactical mistake. The aisles were open only at one end. She could not get out without getting by both Tony and I.

I walked her backwards about six feet, half carrying her by her ass cheeks as she fought to get away. She was breathing hard, pushing and squirming against me, but she was not trying to hurt me. Her back came up against the cinder block wall and I pinned her to it with my hips as my hands came up, squeezing and fondling her full, firm breasts through her t-shirt and bra.

I heard Tony come up behind us, and a hand touched my back. “What have we here?” he asked.

“A cock-tease who deserves to be taught a lesson, me thinks,” I replied.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he said.

Jackie was still trying to free herself, but I out-weighed her by at least sixty pounds. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Let me out of here,” she said, “or you will both regret it.”

“I don’t think so,” I said, and leaned my head forward, finding my target on the first try. I thrust my tongue deep into her open mouth before she could react, kissing her hard, my steel-like shaft still grinding into her crotch. She moaned deep in her throat.

Tony pushed my hand away from her left tit and grabbed it himself, kneading it repeatedly. I continued to kiss her, and she was starting to kiss me back. My unemployed hand stroked down her side, then reached around and cupped her ass cheek, gripping it hard. Jackie moaned again, louder this time.

Tony’s hand passed down between us, and he was apparently working on undoing the front of her jeans. I gave him some room, pulling my hips away a bit, while pinning her hard to the wall with my chest against her firm, ripe breasts, and my mouth, still locked on hers.

The tension in her jeans suddenly released, Tony had accomplished his mission. I moved both hands to her waist and pushed her jeans down past her hips with Tony’s help. A second or two later and Jackie moaned again into my mouth, and her arms, which had been pushing and pounding on my shoulders to no effect, suddenly wrapped around me tight. I moved my right hand around to her pussy and found Tony’s hand moving frantically against her. Good enough.

I brought my hands up under her t-shirt and reached around to unsnap her bra. I hadn’t had a lot of practice with that (Janet had rarely worn one), but with a bit of fumbling, I got the job done. I slid my hands to her front and pushed the cups up and over her breasts. Taking them in hand, I kneaded and fondled them, rolling her hard little nipples between my fingers. Her breasts were bigger than Janet’s, but nowhere near the size of Gail’s, somewhat more than a handful, high and firm.

By this time, Jackie and I had been kissing for something like two minutes, our tongues wrestling with each with the other, breathing each other’s hot, panting gasps, Jackie moaning now almost continuously into my mouth as Tony finger fucked her. I had to come up for air, and I did, ours heads each resting on the other’s shoulder as we breathed hard into each other’s ear.

I moved my hands down and pushed Tony’s hand away, then slid her panties down over her hips. Tony took it from there apparently, for I felt Jackie lift one leg, then the other, and heard the rustle of clothing on the floor. I cupped her pussy with my right hand and squeezed, my index finger entered her hot, moist opening briefly, and another moan came out escort kırıkkale of the dark.

Moving quickly, I dropped my jeans, freeing my rock hard cock for the first time. I grasped the back of her thighs and lifted both of her legs around my waist. Driving forward, I hit the target on the first try and entered her pussy, lancing in several inches before hitting an obstruction. Jackie all but screamed, and I had a momentary fear that someone might hear us, but with the tightest pussy around my cock since the first time with Janet, that thought soon disappeared.

Jackie was apparently a virgin. I had read about such things, but again I was in unknown territory. I might have considered another course of action if I had had some experience to guide me, but with a hot, clenching, and very wet cunt to probe, all I was interested in was getting the rest of the way into her. I pulled back and drove into her again, harder. Just in time, I clamped a hand across her mouth as my cock went through her barrier like the proverbial hot knife.

Jackie screamed into my hand. Tony was standing beside us and I heard him exclaim, “What are you doing to her!?”

“I’m fuckin’ her. Whadidyathink?” I gasped. I held her gored to the wall, her legs wrapped around my hips, her hot breath in my face as I let her breathe again, my rigid cock soaking in her searing depths. I could feel her fluids dripping off the base of my cock and hoped there wouldn’t be any major blood stains on our cloths.

I gave her a few moments to recover a bit, then moving slowly, pulled back almost all the way out, then sank back into her depths again. She groaned this time, a long, drawn out sound of ecstasy/pain. I pressed my loins against her, trying to get every millimeter possible into her, and ground my pubic bone against hers. I pulled back again, moving a bit quicker this time, and shafted back in. I was rewarded with a long moan this time.

Tony hissed in my ear, “Hey! I want some of that, you know! Lay down on the floor with her on top and we can both fuck her.” I wasn’t sure what he was suggesting, but I was not quite ready to stop what I was doing just yet. I put several more long, hard strokes into her before pulling back some and letting her feet hit the floor, my cock still in her. There seemed to be no graceful way to do this, so I found her hands and lowered my backside to the cool floor, pulling her down with me as my cock slipped out of her warm, clasping nest.

To my surprise, she came down with her knees on either side of my head and pressed her pussy into my face as I lay back. “Lick my pussy, you bastard. Make me cum,” she demanded. I had read about such things, but to unexpectedly have your face smothered in hot, dripping pussy was quite a shock.

After tilting my head back enough so I could breath through my nose, I tentatively pushed out my tongue and licked her pussy lips. The sweet and salty taste was a surprise, but I decided I liked it and went back for more. Something brushed my upright member, a second or two later something both rigid and soft hit the bottom of my chin, and there was some weight on my chest. I was confused for a moment, but moved my hands from where they were resting on Jackie’s waist and felt back behind her, only to encounter a pair of hairy legs. Tony was hunched behind her and the thing bouncing off my chin was his boner!

I wasn’t sure I liked this, but couldn’t seem to do much about it at the moment. I felt Tony’s cock move passed my chin and felt him rock forward. His balls hit me on the chin next, and Jackie gasped and shuddered. I reached out with my tongue again and discovered Jackie’s cunt stuffed to the hilt with hard cock. Tony was getting some.

This was all becoming erotic as hell and my cock was aching to be put to some more use. Tony and Jackie were rocking back and forth rapidly with Tony doing most of the work. I lapped rapidly at the place of their union and they both moaned. I tried to fit the tip of my tongue in Jackie’s hot cunt along side of Tony’s cock but she was too tight and there was too much movement anyway. I lapped up her groove and found her hot, rigid little nubbin. I lashed at it repeatedly and Jackie moaned again, louder this time. Suddenly, she was shuddering and fell forward over me on her hands and knees, grinding her clit into my mouth. I took it between my lips and sucked hard and Jackie gave a low scream kırıkkale escort bayan as she pressed her weight into my face. I couldn’t breath again, and I could feel Tony’s cock sliding across my chin and his balls still slapping me.

In a few moments, Jackie recovered enough to realize she was smothering me and lifted her hips up and back, driving Tony’s rampaging cock deeper into her cunt. Tony was no longer sitting on me and I took the opportunity to slide out from under them enough to bring my face to the level of Jackie’s tits. This also brought my raging hard-on up into the vicinity of his driving ass, and every few seconds it would brush along the crack of his ass or his balls would hit it. I was really not interested in fucking boys, but the thought crossed my mind that if he wasn’t careful, he could get a surprise.

Jackie’s tits were hanging in my face, so I pushed her t-shirt up out of the way and took the opportunity to suck on first one, then the other. Jackie was moaning continuously now, and the two of them were fucking like dogs above me, fast and furious. Tony gave a mighty groan, drove into her one last time, and held himself against her. It seemed pretty certain he was cumming deep in her freshly opened cunt. I reached up with both hands and pushing her breasts together, took both nipples into my mouth and sucked hard. Jackie shuddered in orgasm above me again and again.

Tony finally backed away into the darkness, leaving a wet, warm trail of fluids across my stomach and it was just Jackie and I. By this time, my excitement was beyond all experience and my entire cock, balls, and crotch were wet with precum and the contributions Jackie had made earlier. I slid a little further up on her body and lifted my hips, my rod of steel sliding easily into her tight, soaking depths. Jackie pushed back off of her hands and met my thrust with one of her own, Tony’s sperm squishing past my hot shaft and further coating my balls as we came together hard. In seconds, we were fucking furiously, her hips slamming down onto me, while I met her every thrust with an upward one of my own, our pubic bones smashing together with each stroke.

Her hands were on my chest, while my hands kneaded her breasts under her t-shirt and teased her nipples. Her cunt rippled the length of my cock, squeezing and shuddering continuously as I drove repeatedly into her. She was cumming incessantly, and I wished I could see the expression on her face. I was far too excited to make this last. All my efforts were driving towards a finish that couldn’t wait. I had to deposit my seed in her. Now!

A dozen, then two dozen strokes and I was there, the first mass of my red-hot sperm rushing the length of my cock and splashing like a fire hose in her depths. I thrust and thrust and thrust again, driving to get more of myself into her, my cock delivering spurt after spurt of my pent-up cum to the entrance of her womb. A half a dozen strokes later and I was finished, my flow at an end. One last massive contraction and Jackie collapsed on top off me, breathing hard, my cock nestled deep, her tits smashed against my cheat, her head on my shoulder. We lay together until our breathing started to return to normal.

“Did I make you cum?” I asked.

“What do you think?” she replied with a small laugh. That laugh reassured me that I had not ruined our friendship with my questionable actions. I was feeling very content, very pleased. I think I had somehow gotten the last word, and would never have to worry about it again.

There was the sound of movement in the room and suddenly the lights came on. Blinking in the brightness, we looked up to see Tony grinning at us. “You guys are hot,” he said.

“You’re petty hot yourself,” Jackie declared, and started to move. I thrust up at her one last time with my half-hard cock before she got off and staggered back. I sat up and found myself sitting in a wide puddle of sperm and other bodily fluids, much of it stained pink.

“We got a hell of a mess to clean up before someone comes in here,” I observed.

There were some paper towels in the storage room and we used them to clean ourselves up some, then got our clothes back on. I went and found a mop and bucket and mopped up the floor in good shape.

Jackie hugged and kissed us both when we were done. She thanked us for the most exciting experience she had ever had, but complained that her panties were soaked and that stuff was running down her legs. We laughed good-naturedly at her and headed for our next class.

I never got to fuck anyone in school again, but was happy to have that one wild occasion to remember.

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In what circumstances should a teenage girl best discover the facts of life? Sex Ed class? The back seat of a Pontiac GTO? Or during one of those late-night mom-daughter chats? For young Shelley, her sexual initiation was to take a far more direct route – in bed with her parents!

But have you ever even thought about doing anything improper as far as Shelley is concerned Greg?” She was staring at her husband as one might a laboratory specimen. “Be honest with me, I promise I won’t hold it against you hun – I’m just interested.
“Jesus Christ,” Greg was thinking, “What father if he was honest had never once looked at his teenage daughter, if only in a moment of surging hormonal unrest, and wondered what it would be like to shove her face-down on the bed, tug those hot little panties down beneath that damnably clingy little nightdress and bring her fully up to date on sex-ed while she moaned herself stupid like Justin Beiber in the recording studio.
“Well Trace,” he replied, figuring the jury was gonna return a guilty verdict in any event,
“Since you ask, yeah, I guess I have noticed Shelley has kinda grown-up of late. Hard to miss really – well from a male viewpoint.” Tracey sat up straight in bed, hugging her knees.
“You’re avoiding my question though Greggy. Have you ever gone past the “noticing” stage? I mean…” she paused, looking for the right words, “Has it ever reached the, you know… fantasy stage?”
Greg was distinctly uncomfortable in the witness stand. “Come on Tracey,” he replied, “You’re asking me if I have ever thought about having sex with my own daughter?” He sat there staring at his wife. “You know?” he muttered, “All this research you’re doing for your Psyche major is messing with your mind Tracey. You’re gonna end up wondering if every man fits your lecturer’s profile of an urban rapist… if not the local neighborhood paedophile.”
“Don’t get mad with me hun,” she pouted, suddenly all hurt and vulnerable. “I was just wanting to get a male perspective here… especially from a guy with a pretty young daughter. Doesn’t mean I think you’re actually gonna try anything with her – God forbid!” He studied his still very attractive wife, barely past her mid thirties. Aggression he had learned early in life, was a handy defense tactic.
“Ok Trace, now you be honest with me. OK?” She slipped effortlessly into her cute-as-a-button look! “Does the thought of me doing stuff to Shelley turn you on at all?” He saw the look of abject horror cross her face at much the same time he heard the sharp intake of breath. He couldn’t be sure, but that looked much like a suppressed blush she was battling to come to terms with concurrently.
“How could you ask such a thing Greg?” she responded abruptly.
“I’ll take that as a “Yes,” I think,” he smirked, half aware suddenly that the subject matter was causing a stiffening of his nether regions, an actuality which might be construed as counter-productive under the circumstances. Now his wife was visibly blushing. “Shelley’s just a young girl Greg,” she muttered, “Our fifteen-year old daughter… let’s get real here!”
“Well you started the topic Trace,” he replied, moving across to her and running his hand suggestively up her thigh. “I can’t be responsible for what might happen.” He had reached the hem of her nightdress and began pushing the soft material upwards. She wasn’t breathing all that regularly he noted with keen interest. Idly watching the progress of her hemline as it inched its way north, she became curiously aroused. At the point her panties were exposed, she felt deliciously alert to the possibilities, and making no pretence at closing up her legs, allowed her husband’s hand free- passage to its fully indecent destination.
Greg of course was slipping his hand up inside his daughter’s panties right that moment. Only the rising tide of his wife’s arousal snapped him back to the real world. “Jesus Trace,” he mumbled, “You’re really up for it tonight aren’t you?” he added, in response to the already accumulated moisture on-site. “Sure you’re not thinking about our conversation just now?”
The fact is, Tracey was imagining those very fingers encroaching upon her daughter’s undoubtedly virginal and fully-unchartered genitalia. In her mind, she could hear already the delicate gasps as the girl’s father relieved her first of her PJ’s and subsequently her tight little panties… Never had Tracey been so wet. In no mood now for continued foreplay, all she wanted was his appendage as far up her slippery little pussy as she could get it. Greg’s needs mirrored his wife’s decadent urges and pushing her back on the pillow he was stunned to see her lying there, legs spread to the max, as she held her panties aside for him like a cheap whore. It was a look he could get used to.
Not by any stretch of the imagination could the casual observer have declared this to be a love-making session. Greg simply was raping with impunity, the local slut whose personal needs ran to getting herself fucked insensible on a regular basis. Not exactly a case of intended synchronicity, yet both participants reached their orgasmic plateau at the same moment. It was only seconds past the finishing line that she realized her bra straps either side had been snapped in her husband’s frenetic need to disrobe her. Both breasts she noted with not a little satisfaction, bore the marks of intense groping, while her nipples quite evidently, could have supported a four-player tag-team of hoop-la! As they floated jointly into that post-coital haze of shared-contentment in which the principal activity is that concerned with a leveling out of the respiratory process – neither were game to air their suspicions as to their partner’s agreeably hands-on participation in what could justifiably be termed. “the union of the month.” After all, why run the risk of self-incrimination?
“Goodnight hun,” she mumbled, turning over contentedly.

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Throughout the following day, Greg’s mind just wasn’t on his job while Tracey found concentrating on household chores, not far off impossible. What both were thinking about however would have embarrassed the most committed of social workers, if not your average Supreme Court Judge. “Can you help me with my Ancient History assignment dad?” Shelley asked of her father after dinner, two nights later. “My teacher is soo dumb – he doesn’t explain anything to us.” Looking at his daughter slumped elbows-first across the table, cradling her cheeks in her hands and pouting rather inelegantly, he was again made so aware of the unutterable appeal of teenage femininity. With her skirt displaying several inches of visible thigh in that posture, and the curve of those sculptured breasts more than evident beneath her school blouse, Greg felt the on-set of those now quite familiar stirrings.

“Sure honey,” he replied, and putting down the newspaper he went over and sat beside her at the table.
Half an hour later, having helped her research and tabulate the lives of several Pharaohs from the Dynastic New Kingdom, he found himself staring at that blemish-free visage, those cute little wispy brown curls at either temple and that wonderfully smooth ski-ramp as it descended invitingly beneath her top two buttons. She smelt of youth and promise!
“What are you looking at dad?” she asked suddenly but not accusingly. It snapped him out of his reverie.
“Nothing sweetheart,” he replied, “Just thinking how very pretty you are and how much I love you.” The soft blush which invaded her cheeks melted his heart.
Some three hours later, standing beneath the hot shower, Shelley watched fascinated as rivulets of steaming water snaked across her fairly small, though in-arguably well-developed breasts. Idly, she toyed with a nipple. It felt nice and her mind wandered. She remembered her father staring at her so lovingly while helping with her assignment earlier. He was a really good-looking man she had to admit… she had never really thought of him that way before, but there again she had never been playing with her nipples like this either. She gave a little gasp and dropped her hands to her sides. “God, look how erect they are?” she thought to herself. Having dried off, she took longer than usual with her underwear…”What would it be like having daddy dress me now?” she pondered momentarily before chiding herself for having such thoughts.
The comfort-inducing heat from the shower must be causing these mind-slips she decided. Looking-in on her parents on the way back to her bedroom she just leaned around the door and uttered a breezy “Night mom, night dad… thanks for all the help!”
“Come and give me kiss sweetheart,” Greg called out to his daughter as he nestled comfortably his side of the huge bed, reading the last chapter of “The Da Vinci Code.” Scuttling across the room, she climbed up on the bed and proffered a cheek for her father to kiss her. In the fraction of time it had taken her to cover that short distance, Greg had an eyeful of that curvy little body, little of which was hidden by those cute PJ’s which he noted, had thoughtfully ridden-up at the waist slightly as she navigated the coverlet.
The scent of soap, body lotion and scrubbed young female were almost more than he could stand.
“Gosh dad!” she giggled as he kissed her full on the lips, passing-up the cheek option in favor of the more stimulating facial contact. In that second she almost understood. She was still looking at him, emotions in turmoil, hormones on red-alert when her mother whispered, “Now don’t go teasing your father Shelley, he’s only a man after all.”
Now she really blushed. “He kissed me mom!!” she giggled.
It was too much for Greg. Seizing his daughter around the waist, he pulled her to him. There was he noticed, something less than a degree of measured resistance. This time the kiss was protracted. He could feel his wife’s eyes taking in the extraordinary scene. If it was doing to her what it was doing to him, his daughter was in big trouble. “Dad!!!” she mumbled, pulling back from him, eyes now the size of saucers. “You shouldn’t be doing that!”
The far side of the bed, Tracey watched her young daughter’s enforced lip-action, complete with a sudden hot flush, at the point Shelley’s clearly defined little rear end was starkly outlined beneath her PJ pants as her father pulled her closer. Slipping marginally lower, the vaguest onset of her cleft became visible. Tracey felt the rapid moisture build-up between her own legs. Pulling her forwards once more, Greg kissed his daughter even harder. Confused yet aroused, the young girl responded, temporarily forgetting her mother’s presence behind her. “I love you sweetheart,” he whispered. “Do you like me kissing you like that?” Embarrassed all to Hell, she just nodded shyly avoiding his eye contact. She started suddenly as her mother reached across and laid a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “It’s OK Shelley,” she said, “I know dads aren’t supposed to kiss their daughters like that – but it feels good, right???”
The girl turned and glanced towards her mother. “Did Grandpa ever kiss you like that mom?” she asked plaintively. “Oh, yes honey, he did,” she lied, wondering what God-forsaken waters they were all entering here.
Aware now that his wife too was encroaching upon the borders of what might be termed reckless endangerment, he hugged Shelley tighter. Even through his pyjama top he could feel her small breasts pressing up against his chest. Whatever problems Darth Vader had on hand when confronted with the Dark Side he decided, were but minor distractions compared to the twin forces of lust and desire that were now imprinting their will on his emotions.
“Hey sweetheart,” he muttered, disengaging his arm from her waist, “Just get yourself comfortable here – like you used to do when you were a little girl Shelley. escort karaman He patted the coverlet between himself and Tracey. Confused and aware that the situation was moving far to the right of normal parental affection, the young girl was nevertheless excited – both by her father’s kisses and his close proximity.
Something inside her wanted his attention…needed it, at whatever cost. Nestled between them, she lay on her back now almost willing her father to kiss her again. She did not need exert much in the way of telepathy as he leaned over and lightly kissed her soft and undeniably compliant lips. Reaching upwards, she put her arms around his neck. “Oh God Shelley,” he was barely able to vocalize. “You are so beautiful.”
He kissed her this time with unrestrained passion and the girl returned her feelings in kind. Watching closely and with one hand beneath the covers yet well inside her panties now gently caressing her clitoral hood, Tracey had never felt such rising need for sexual gratification. Unable to prevent herself, she leaned across, laid her free hand across her daughter’s upper chest and very gently cupping her right breast, squeezed the softness beneath. Shelley let out a gasp of utter shock at her mom’s forward if not outrageous attentions and for a moment, breaking off from her father’s kiss, just stared at the hand molesting her so pleasantly.
“Noo mom,” she managed to utter softly, but no sooner had the words exited her trembling lips than she saw her father’s hand descend to her other breast whereupon he began openly fondling her through the thin pyjama top. “Ohh!” was all she could manage from there-on in, and at the point her father withdrew his hand temporarily, simply to commence undoing her top buttons, she was but whimpering her tepid resistance.
Jointly removing her top, conjuring her slim wrists free of the protective shirt, both parents now stared at her skimpy little bra, across which she was nervously crossing her arms with not inconsiderable coquettish appeal. A blush pervaded both cheeks as Greg laid her gently back on the coverlet, coaxing her arms aside so that they could look upon what nature had so wondrously concocted. As might an archaeologist treat a bone-fragment with revered deliberation, Shelley watched in a state of borderline anxiety as her father slipped his hand slowly inside her left bra-cup. She was unable to prevent a slight gasp from escaping her lips as his fingers closed around the softness it contained, before gently manipulating the increasingly erect nipple.
“Feel her Tracey,” he muttered, much to the shocked ears of the fifteen-year old. “She’s the hottest little thing.” Following her husband’s somewhat self-centered indulgence, Tracey slipped her hand inside her daughter’s bra enclosing the delicate mound. Shelley, for all her trepidation, found herself squirming with unforced pleasure.
The sensations being afforded her body were in no immediate likelihood of being satisfied and thus she simply lay there, arms at her side, watching herself being fondled.
“Does that feel nice darling?” Tracey asked of her daughter whilst slipping her fingers beneath her shoulder strap. Following his wife’s lead, Greg began slipping her other strap down her arm. As her pert little breasts – and in reality for a girl just turned fifteen, they were on the small side – slid into view, she gave a little cry of almost childish embarrassment and made to cover her breasts with her hands.
“It’s Ok honey,” said Tracey, “Don’t cover-up, let your dad see how pretty you are!” Right that moment however, Greg was more of a mind taking-in just how sexy his young daughter was. Exposed and vulnerable as she undoubtedly appeared to be, Shelley was in fact experiencing many hot flushes and becoming more aware by the moment of the influence that her partial nakedness was having on her father. That her mother seemed keen for her to act in this fashion in front of her dad was something she could not understand or interpret, yet she felt instinctively that it was affording her mom pleasure also. Her instincts were being suppressed and her sense of the acceptable blurred, by this wholly confronting activity.
It was at the point her dad inclined his head and kissed her left nipple that she experienced a wholly new sensation…pleasure, rippling outwards – across her breasts and down her abdomen. She arched her back slightly as she let out an involuntary cry of pleasure. Holding her wrist, Tracey kissed her daughter the other side. Almost on cue, both parents began to suckle the young girl who simply closed her eyes, breathing with irregularity and making the occasional soft gasping sound. Tracey could feel how wet she was getting, the milky aroma of her daughter’s beautiful breasts and the inbound sensations from sucking gently on that now erect little nipple, was befuddling her logic circuits.
She guessed what condition her husband must be in working the same magic just across the way and she wondered almost distractedly, how long it might be before her daughter discovered what lay beneath – as it were! Greg was indeed approaching critical-mass at that specific point within his pyjama pants and the more he suckled his daughter, the greater the girth of his penile extension. Fully unable to prevent the inevitable, he slid his left hand beneath the waistband of Shelley’s PJ pants and inched his way inside her cotton briefs.
With a decisive “Noo daddy… not there,” she pulled his hand out, but not before he had felt the wetness on site and the heat being generated. Tracey backed up from her on-going milking technique. “Let your dad feel you honey… he won’t hurt you and if you can just relax a bit, you will really enjoy his fingers down there.”
“Mom, that’s grotty… I can’t let dad touch me like that. You wouldn’t like it if I let boys in my grade do that would you?”
“Well Shell, no I guess I wouldn’t,” she answered slowly. “But this is different, something just between the three of us and your dad just wants to make you feel good. I karaman escort bayan love you both sweetheart and your dad would do nothing to hurt you. You know that.” She saw her daughter’s sudden indecision and unseen by Shelley, indicated the fact by subtle glance, to her husband.
Leaning across he began kissing his daughter once more which brought-on a further series of sighs and not a few hip wriggles of pleasure. Once again he introduced his hand to that dark and shadowy tunnel beneath the abdominal entrance to her pyjama bottoms but keeping this time, topside of her panties. She opened her eyes in wide-eyed disbelief but stayed her hand this time. He felt his way south. Just the sensation of having his hand atop her soft and delicate mound brought his hormones into interactive discordancy.
His erection was straining against his boxers in anticipation of an early release and Shelley’s involuntary but discernible spreading of her legs just topped-off his unbearable need. Pushing inwards, he felt the girl’s labia separate and here of course wetness reigned supreme. Tracey watched as her “baby” uttered her first groans of sexual need and inclining her face to her daughter’s well hardened nipples drew down, feeling as she did a thrill of ecstasy herself at being allowed to nuzzle the sweet little breasts that she herself had brought into being.
“Ohh dad, that feels sooo good,” she muttered, as her father began his rhythmic caressing of her still moist ingress. She was discovering her hips had a mind of their own, pushing up noticeably towards her father’s fully distended fingers whilst the sensation of her mother’s lips at her breast concurrently, was causing her nerve endings to send frantic two-way messages between her nipples and clitoris. The latter being an area that at the behest of her father’s on- going digital pressure, was now she could feel, very erect and in a state of high arousal.
Waves of pleasure were building up inside her… nothing had ever felt this good. When therefore Greg suddenly pulled his hand free, she cried out in anguish at the sudden cessation of his touch.
“What is it dad?” she asked, “Why did you stop?” He grinned like the torturer just handed a fully re-stocked brazier.
“Cramp sweetheart,” he teased, “The elastic is cutting off my circulation. C’mon Shell, just turn over for me, get on your hands and knees and let’s get those PJ’s off.”
Giggling, she did as her father asked and fairly wriggled out of her pants as he tugged them off her. Unable to wrest his eyes from her taut little mounds clearly visible between her arms as she knelt there, Shelley once again felt the power inherent in her young body, one she now knew her father (and mother) found so much to their liking.
Kneeling between her parents in just her tight little blue panties now, she gasped with renewed embarrassment as her father placed his hand on the curve of her rear cheek and slowly fondled her bottom all the way from her lower spine to her upper thigh. Unable to observe a passive stance and allow her husband all the fun, Tracey placed her hand on Shelley’s left ass-cheek and smoothed her way across the girl’s bottom also.
“C’mon Trace, lets get her properly naked,” Greg enthused, one hand already beneath the elastic of her tight little panties. Amid his daughter’s protestations and pleas not to be completely undressed, they had her briefs halfway down her thighs before she could register any formal complaint. Her cries of, “Nooo mom… please,” went unheralded, and in less time than it took to tug them right down and off her ankles, Greg had his hands back up between his daughter’s legs rubbing her moist and inarguably sexy little vulva, with a newfound relish.
Kneeling there, completely naked, her father fingering her basically at will and her mother fondling her breasts with a passion, Shelley found herself completely given over to the sensations invading her mindset.
At the moment she felt her mom’s fingers unite with her father’s midst the damp pubic hair, resident at vaginal ground zero she could not suppress a shudder of anticipation. Just whose finger it was, first penetrated her to some depth beneath the hymenal gateway was not immediately obvious, but it caused the young girl to spread her legs wider still, awaiting further incursions. It was then just a matter of time.

Both parents availing themselves of their daughter’s highly lubricated and excited state, as one, rubbed her now sopping wet slit its full length, taking the opportunity concurrently to fondle her breasts as they did so. “Ohhh,” was Shelley’s uncomplicated verbal contribution as her slim body finally took control of matters and drew the teenager into a world of orgasmic bliss that she could never have dreamed about. Even as she cried out in passion and pleasure, they continued fingering her until exhausted she simply collapsed face down on the coverlet, clutching at her pussy as she did so.
Watching her husband now as his hands roamed unchecked across their naked daughter’s wriggling bottom, taking delight in every curve and cleft to be found there, she simply had to take care of her own escalating needs. With both hands down her panties and with practiced efficiency, she located her g-spot and set in train the familiar ignition sequence. “Allow me darling,” momentarily interrupted the countdown. Eyes wide in surprise she allowed her hand to be pulled away from its committed purpose and putting up no resistance, she found herself being pushed backwards on to the covers.
Armed and dangerous, he had her panties off in seconds and spreading her legs indecently wide, placed the head of his semi-petrified erection at the pearly gates. This was to be no test-run! Just seconds ahead of what promised to be an in-depth tutorial, they were stunned to hear, delivered in almost breathless disbelief,

“Are you going to fuck mom now dad?”

The night was yet young, but that story remains to be told.

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This all started when I was 7yrs old 70yrs ago I lived in the North East of England near Newcastle .I was evacuated out into the country away from the bombing raids to a place near Bishop Auckland onto a small farm a few cows 2 horses about a dozen pigs geese poultry ducks .The farmer we will call Mr Smith worked at a pit all day and did the farm work be for and after work his wife worked part of the day there as well .I soon started to do a few jobs round the farm as I only did half a day at school every day as it was so small, later as the evacuees went home we started 9 till 3 as I was there for two years as my mother took a job as a maid in a big house and I could not join her and my younger sister . As from the first day at the farm the wife got me ready for bed undressed me stood me in a large tin tub and washed me as she washed me she started to pull my penis and stretch it I was embarrassed and tried to stop her but she said she was making it bigger for when I was older ,her daughter came over at weekends and she also played with it . This lasted for two years and I nearly always got a hard on and she or her daughter kept going till I had as I would say I had a tickly feeling .The farmer never said a word but he knew it was happening and I never told my mother when I saw her ,A couple of times I saw the daughter washing her father in the tin tub after he came home from the pit covered in coaldust and kissing his penis well that’s what I thought at the time ,I learnt a lot more be for I left .Soon they started to sit me on their laps after my bath naked and put their breasts in my mouth so I would suckle them as they gave me a hand job stretching and pulling it very hard every day sometimes it would be all swollen up after they had finished and would take a couple of days to go down but it didn’t stop them. The teacher at the school found out I could sing and I finished up singing on a couple of concerts in the area .My mother got a house near my grandmother and we all moved back together My father was in the Army and started to come home for weekends as he had been abroad for two years 18months later he was killed in Italy ,the school I went to was told I could sing so onto the next part of my life Miss Black the music teacher . Nine years old I knew a bit about sex but kept it to myself as I did not want to get in trouble I had been taught well at the farm as I had seen the animals having sex watched the wife hold the mare and the daughter put the stallions cock into the mare the horses where both big shires and the horse had one large cock so I knew what was going on by then . I started at the new school near Newcastle a junior school for under 11s I was only there for 18months but I learnt allot and not just the three Rs Miss Black was in the girls school but was a teacher at the Sunday school I had to go to, she soon had me singing in the choir on different occasions and I spent a lot of time alone with her at the church and sometimes at her small flat where she lived she had been married but he had been killed at Normandy. I would sit on the stool next to her our legs would rub together and I would start to get a hard on and wearing short pants it would show she could see it this happened a couple of times then one day a couple of weeks after I had started to go to her flat she put her hand up my trouser leg and held my cock my its big for a boy your age she said .She then asked if I minded I told her it had happened before when I was evacuated she then asked if we would take our cloths of we did, we both sat naked on the piano stool facing each other she had lovely small tits sticking out and no sag I started to suck them and she went all stiff and a gasp came from her she then started to play with me till I had an orgasm .you don’t make cum yet she said that’s good and as I was still hard she moved forward on the stool and I slid my cock into her. I didn’t know what to do she then told me to lay on the floor she sat over me and she wrapped her hand round my cock and guided it into herself I slid up inside her she felt so hot round my cock and this was the first time I had ever been inside a woman, She started to rock backwards and forwards I came again but still stopped hard then she had an orgasm she made me all wet round my cock but I was still hard she got on her hands and knees I knew what to do id seen the horses and the bull do it and it only took me a short time and I was in as far as I could get it in her I kept going for awhile and she came twice I came again and I pulled out I was still hard but a bit sore .She got a tape from a sewing box as she said she could hardly believe its size she measured me just over 7 in long and as she said rolling pin round she gave me a bath and I got dressed and said I would be at Sunday school at the weekend .We never played around at Sunday school only at her flat and I always went in the back door if all was clear .I was taught much by her she gave me blowjobs once a week just to see if I was making sperm I loved to lick her out as she was doing it to me and I hardly ever went soft till I eventually started to shoot sperm. I was a late starter at that just on 14yrs I continued to fuck her till I left junior school at 11yrs and went to senior school about a mile from the junior school the flat of Miss Black was just around the corner from her school ,my mother caught me going there and said she knew something was going on if we both stopped she would keep quiet and that was it with Miss Black I did go a few times later but stopped altogether as I entered the new school after the school summer holidays.

Enter Miss English I was in 1C the teacher was old but I liked her as she had taught my mother, Miss English taught 2A about 30 yrs old beautiful body she was also the gym teacher for the girls, I did gym work at a small gym which my father had taken me to as he was a PTI in the Army and I was quite good with the easy stuff she called on me now and then to show the girls different rolls and the easy box vaults this was August thru to nearly Christmas .Then we had to learn how to dance for the Christmas party Military two step Veleta and lots of others we had to learn after school so it was dark before we went home one night I was acting up causing a bit of trouble Miss English told me to go to her classroom as she was going to cane me and it was up stairs across the large hall and it was dark no lights on just the moon light lighting things I went to her room and waited for her she followed a minute later in the dark took the cane out the cupboard and walked over to me. Drop your pants and bend over she said, NO was my reply she made a grab at me and smacked me in the eye by accident but it hurt she saw what she had done and put her arms around me and said she was sorry my head pressed up against her breasts felt great, I got a hard on straight away I ran my hand down her stomach and between her legs she tried to grab my hand but got 7inches of cock thru my trousers I heard her say my god but she didn’t let go straight away then, she said go back down stairs I did she followed a bit later but never spoke to me that night. Next day I had a slight bruised eye she asked my teacher if I could do a couple of vaults on the box for her gym class I went into the hall where her class was I did what she wanted then she called me over and said she wanted to see me in her class after school say it was detention for last night .School finished at 4pm I went to her classroom it was all glass windows as it was three classes in one these panels rolled across and divided the rooms up she told me to sit down as she wanted to talk to me I did a front seat and opened my legs remember I wore short pants in those days and I hadn’t put any underpants on that day and I was starting to get a hard on looking at her and thinking about what I would like to do to her as an 11yr old I had a vivid imagination .She started off by saying she was sorry about last night and asked that I tell know one about what she had accidentally done to me I was really excited by this time and my cock was staring to show in my short pants the head was nearly showing out of the of the leg and as she was standing in front of me she could see it she stopped talking and just stared at it .I was a bit cheeky and not scared of what she would say I said its okay miss a couple of older ladies like yourself have liked to play with it and I’ve told no one she told me to leave and I said yes I better hurry down to the allotment to feed my birds(I kept pigeons) it was right next to the school and it was nearly dark. After I had fed them I locked up and started to leave Miss English was waiting for me she called me over and asked by what I had meant about a couple of other ladies I told her but not their names she was shocked then she asked if I would do it with her I said I was hoping she would want me to as I liked doing it with older ladies she got down on her knees undid my flies of my pants took out my cock and started to stroke it my god its big for a boy your age a full grown man would love to have one this size she took it in her mouth and started to suck hard on it I put my hands inside her clothes and played with her tits they were all I thought they would be not to large but round firm and big nipples she kept sucking me taking me right down her throat her hands played with my balls then I had an orgasm and she pulled of me and said I didn’t shoot cum yet (just like Miss Black) .We straitened ourselves up it was dark she took my hand and walked gümüşhane escort me so far home and said she would see me tomorrow at school and just to act as normal .I didn’t see her during the day I fed my birds after school and she was outside the allotment when I finished she told me to meet her at the corner of her street where she lived after id had my tea at home at 5-30 as it would be dark. I arrived early she walked passed me and told me to go round the back lane so I did she opened the back door to her house and I went in she took me straight into her bedroom and sat beside me on the large bed she put her arms round me and started to kiss me as id done this before I put my tongue into her mouth sucked her tongue I put my hands round her waist and slowly lifted her blouse and bra over her bust her tits popped out they were beautiful not large but well rounded large nipples and big dark aureoles’ I started to suck on them she stopped me stood up and took her blouse and bra off then her shoes stockings skirt and panties came off and she was standing there naked lovely body slim waist, well rounded hips her legs long but not to slim, blond hair on her pussy it was darker than the hair on her head I could see where it was just parted in the middle and looked a bit moist. She stood me up and undressed me I was not as tall as her and I was looking straight at her bust, she laid me down on the bed and lay beside me she took hold of my cock and started to move her hand up and down playing with me she giggled and said you have a big one for an 11year old I said proudly I’m nearly 12 she then put it in her mouth and started to suck on me after a little while I had an orgasm she then laid me on my back sat over me and put my cock into her I could feel it part the lips of her pussy the head slipped in she was really wet as she lowered herself onto it I could hear her gasping god your big then it was in as far as it would go, I could feel the muscles’ tighten round my cock as she moved up and down pulling on the flanges of my cock head inside her I grabbed her hips and tried to pull myself further into her she leaned forward and I was able to suck on her breasts it was marvellous I could hear her purring like a cat then she came and she squealed then grunted and I felt her shudder and her stomach muscles felt like a six pack as she groaned and pushed her pussy down on me I was wet all round my cock and balls and her hot juices ran down between my legs and wet the bed she kept going as I was still hard as I hadn’t come yet. I started to come and pushed hard into her biting her nipples hard she squealed again and came this time not as wet we lay there a little while then had to move as the wet patch had gone cold and sticky. We moved into the middle of the bed she kneeled over me and took my cock into her mouth I pulled her round so her legs were either side of my head I pulled her down so I could reach her pussy parted the lips and pushed my tongue into her and started to lick her as fast as I could she was sucking up and down on my cock I was loving it my tongue was inside her and I could taste the musty tangy taste off her we both came again I would of liked to keep going she said no you have to go home early to be safe and nobody to find out about us, I had a bath to get rid of the smell of sex dressed and went home . This went on for a few months nobody found out about us but as spring was approaching the nights were getting lighter it was getting harder not to be seen going in and out of her back door . My mother was allowing me to come home later as the nights got longer so it wasn’t too bad. Then it happened I came out the back door there was a girl with her boyfriend standing cuddling up I knew the girl she was16 or 17 yrs old ginger Betty I knew her as. Long red hair really good looking as far as I was concerned she normally was with another girl Jenny another big beautiful girl who lived next door to her just down the street from where I lived no other boys lived in our street just a couple of younger girls ,she gave me a funny hello as I went past her .A week later on a Sunday as I came out of Miss Englishes back door Betty and Jenny were both there they had been watching me and seen me go in they were both big girls not fat but well built to big for me a just a 12yr old to argue with , Betty then said okay Derek let’s see what Doris English likes you for (I never knew her first name Doris) I said I don’t know what you mean, Jenny said get your cock out and let’s see it, you’re not the first she’s had it was Sammy before you Miss English married Sammy 5yrs later he was 19 she was at least 36 ,common get it out Betty said let’s see if I had no underpants on as I never did when I went to Miss Englishes house I undid the buttons and took out my cock one said fucking hell ! the other said fuck me !! they whispered to each other then Betty said we are going to have to talk to you tomorrow see you in my back yard after school I said I had to feed my birds first ,Okay but get your ass down to my place straight after, they had me scared what they might say or do Next day I fed the birds and rushed to Betty’s house in the backyard as in every house in the area was a bombproof shelter built during the war usually a small bed or settee was in it when I arrived I was told get in the shelter I went in and sat on the bottom of twin bunks that was in it Jenny sat beside me and Betty sat on a chair in front of me. Straight out Betty said Jenny and her both worked from 6-30 till 11pm at her mother’s fish and chip shop Monday till Sat and had no time for boys as they finished to late as they had seen my cock and how big it was no boy they knew had one as big they would not need a boy if I would fuck one of them each night after school in the shelter while the other watched and kept a look out and they would not say anything to anyone and would look after me as I used to get into fights often as I looked so angelic and blond id been an angel twice in plays at school sung in choirs and concerts .I was to keep going to Miss Englishes house as long as I wanted to Betty laughed and said keeping three women happy and only 12yrs old no one would believe it next day was Saturday and they told me to come about 3pm as her mother left to get the shop ready to open and did I have any condoms I told them I don’t shoot any cum yet ,they said that made it a lot easier as they did not have to go to a chemist to buy them as people might see them and wonder why girls were buying them not their boyfriends . I went to miss Englishes house that night as had been arranged she let me in the back door as usual and we went straight to the bedroom and we both started to undress each other and I was smoothing my hands all over her body and kissing her on her most sensitive parts of her body I said why did you not tell me your name was Doris she sat up and said who told you I knew she was scared so I told her the truth that I had been caught coming out of her backdoor by two girls who knew me also what they said and what they want me to do to them after they had seen my cock. I didn’t tell her their names but she said she had seen them hanging around and knew them she told me to get dressed and go home she would see me next week no sex no nothing I could see she wasn’t happy so I got dressed and left . Next day Saturday I went round to Betty’s house at 3oclock both girls were waiting for me we went into the shelter they shut the door a paraffin hurricane lamp was burning and it gave off plenty of light but you could smell it . We all sat down I didn’t know what to expect then Jenny said you told Doris last night didn’t you I said no only that I had been seen by two girls that knew me and that they knew it was your house I came out of but not your names . Betty said well she knew it was us .She came to the shop last night and asked both of us to come round to her house tomorrow Sunday to have a talk with her .I think we were all a bit scared about what might be happening and nothing else happened between us they told me to come round tomorrow at 3pm again Sunday and we would talk about what was going to happen or not I left. I arrived about 3pm and waited for awhile Jenny arrived and said come on we are going to Doris’s house we walked there it wasn’t far we even went to the front door we were let straight in as they were waiting for us Doris said lets all sit down and talk about this she had a pot of tea on the table and a glass of lemonade for me . She started of speaking and said the girls and myself could be in trouble as you are a minor and under age I said I’m not going to tell anyone and I like doing it to you and I would love to do it to Betty and Jenny they talked between the three of them then said we expected that from you. Do you think you can manage all three of us I replied well I hardly ever go soft when I’m with you it will be the same with the two girls I suppose . Betty then said well let’s find out! we are not going anywhere are we I didn’t know what I had let myself in for as I said I’m going nowhere, Betty said Jenny do you want to go first as Doris has had it be for Doris said go on Jenny you will love it its big and fills you up he might be young but he certainly knows how to make a girl happy I don’t know if you have had many orgasms but he will make you really have a good one he’s never failed me, Betty said I can hardly wait! I’ve never had one with a man only when I do it to myself with my hands. Doris said to Jenny go into the bedroom and get undressed and lye on the bed you will have to ride him as we don’t want him tired out to soon we will get him ready and bring him in to you just like a horse gümüşhane escort bayan being taken to a mare and he’s got all three of us to mate at least twice if he can . Jenny went into the bedroom I could hear her taking her clothes off I was hard the two of them undressed me covered my cock in a lubricant and took me into the room lay me on the bed Jenny looked wonderful standing there big beautiful well rounded hips small waist jet black pussy hairs big tits large nipples and long well filled out legs she straddled me her legs either side of mine Betty took my cock and guided me into Jenny as she sank onto me Doris parted the lips of Jennies clit and she sank on to me I slid right into her wet hot pussy she groaned god its big and I knew it was in as far as it would go as the head was pushing against what seemed like a wall inside her she started to move up and down on me then she leaned forward and her tits pushed into my face I took a large mouthful and started to suck on them she was lifting her hips up and down on my cock fast then she squealed and her body went hard as her muscles’ tightened up as she came I could feel the muscles’ inside her vagina tighten as well then she relaxed and said it was the best she had ever had and I was so big she loved it and hoped I could manage to do them all twice . She got of me and stood beside Betty and helped her undress I was still hard as I had not came as Jenny had come so quickly Doris smeared more lubricant onto my cock and I watched as Betty was undressed my god she looked beautiful, long red hair green eyes pale skin a few freckles a beautiful body long legs slimmer than Jennies a tuff of ginger hair round her vagina her legs were open slightly and I see the pink lips and the hair had a slight amount of moisture on them she was wet and ready for me she said to Doris and Jenny lead the second mare to her stallion she sat over me, again Doris parted the lips on her pussy Jenny guided my cock into her I pushed up hard I really wanted her she was hot and tight and seemed to tighten up on my cock she said you’re so big and hard I love it she moved up and down sitting up on me her tits were bouncing up and down I started to cum and strained up into her she gasped and let out a moan I could see the muscles tighten up in her stomach and she came I could feel her hot juices run in-between my legs she relaxed and lay on me and said my god for 12yrs old I’m going to love you for the rest of my days . She climbed of me and stood besides the other two Doris was already undressed she said to the other two there I told you he never goes soft if there’s more pussy waiting, she climbed over me Betty held my cock and Jenny parted her lips she leaned over me her tits were in my mouth I run my tongue round them and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard on it she sank her hips onto me Betty guided my cock into her and I was in, in as far as I could get she came very quickly I did as well when I felt her strain and tighten up she said she felt so worked up after watching us all she came nearly straight away they changed the sheets on the bed as there was wet patches on them we all lay nude on the bed me in the middle after awhile I fucked them all again we cleaned up and arranged to all come next Sunday if all was well as I was to meet Betty and Jenny after school during the week and Doris on odd nights and I would carry the messages between us I used to fuck either Betty or Jenny every night but only one of them .If one of them had their periods I would fuck the other till the other was finished I never went round to Doris’s when she had hers About a year later we were still together all three of us .I was nearly 14yrs Betty and Jenny 18yrs old both close to 19 they never had other boyfriends the story going around was that they were lesbians and they were quite happy to leave it that way then Betty took ill I didn’t know what it was but in less than week she was dead I cried at night but I managed not to during the day I did not see Jenny or Doris for over a week I spoke to Jenny and she asked me to arrange a meeting at Doris’s as we could not meet in the shelter any more I had a quick word with her and it was arranged for Sunday afternoon I told Jenny and we went round to Doris’s house on the Sunday afternoon 2 weeks after Betty passed away .Jenny said she was finished I told Doris I was now starting to shoot sperm she said we might as well all finish I guess that was it we parted I spoke to Doris at school now and again , I met Jenny a few times nothing happened then one day she asked if I would meet her it was at the end of April and was quite warm dark about 8-30 pm I was to meet her at the park after it closed at 8pm we went to the covered seats next to the bandstand we lay down on the benches and started kissing she suddenly stopped and said was I shooting plenty of sperm now as it was six months since I had started and Doris had finished with me .I though she doesn’t want to do it I told the truth and said it was a lot that came out of my cock now. Good she said! I said what do you mean? She said Betty was my best friend and she said she was going to have your baby as she loved you even if you were so young she can’t but I can she said for her sake then she asked if I was willing to get her pregnant she was 19 yrs old me I was14 yrs but she said she would be able to look after herself she told me she and Betty were planning to live together just be for Betty died .I said yes I would as I loved Betty as well, she told me know one would know I was the father .We got undressed used our clothes as a cushion on the wooden seat I lay on top of her and she put it in her she said oh how iv missed this so big and it fills me right up she wrapped her legs round my waist and held me tight I was stroking hard into her I felt her starting to come I went a little faster and came at the same time I must of really filled her up as it was leaking out round my cock she said that’s enough for tonight we got dressed she said same time tomorrow and she left this went on for six weeks then she said she must be pregnant as she had missed her period and it was over a week since she should of had it that was it I didn’t see her for weeks in fact five months and her belly was well swollen .I never saw her again but a friend of hers gave me a message she had a girl and called it Red even tho it was blond I guess it was a funny name as well, the girl who gave me the message said looking at you I think you must be the father but you must be still at school all I said was. I leave in August yes she said I’ve heard stories about you your supposed to have a big cock I smiled and said thanks for the message and walked away another part of my life was over. But not quite the girl who brought the message started to really annoy me she was 17 or 18 yrs old on the fat side or should I say plump rolls of fat round her hips a double chin not my type at all nor I suppose many other boys as well. When she saw me she would walk up to me and say things to me like hello donkey cock when are you going to fuck me or I’m waiting for you stud to part my legs plus other things she even said these with my friends around me they used to look at me strangely. After couple of weeks of this I said okay where and when do you want it I knew I was going to be rough on her maybe it would stop her talking to me like that ,I think she was very surprised and seemed a bit lost for words , in the washhouse Jennies backyard she whispered, I said okay lets go. We went in to the yard and into the wash house I said take your panties off and sit on the table what’s that line about a standing prick has no conscious she was looking at it and said oh my god I can’t take that by this time I had lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulders a big fat pussy was there waiting a bit hairy but I was not caring no lube to make it easy to go in and she wasn’t wet I parted the lips of her clit and pushed my cock into her real hard there was no stopping me I pushed harder again then I knew what I had done she cried out in pain and it got wet round my penis she had been a virgin I could feel the hot blood round my cock I still pushed harder it was in as far as it would go .I came and gave her a belly full of cum she managed to come as well but not hard .I pulled out and blood and spunk dripped onto the floor she stood up and used her panties to wipe herself she pushed them up herself to keep it from running down her legs I said tomorrow again she was crying and said no way you hurt me then she was gone well at least no more smutty remarks from her when I was out with friends but it was not over three weeks later she grabbed me as I left my house she said I’m pregnant what are you going to do about it I was scared but I said nothing what can I do I was thinking what Doris had said a year ago or more that I was a minor under 16 .I said to her say anything that it was me and I will say you raped me you your nearly 19yrs old I’m only 14 (15 really) who their going to believe and your bigger than me. She never said another word just slapped my face and walked away .Later she went into a home had the baby a boy and it was adopted to someone I met her sometimes but she never spoke to me

While my life with the older women had gone on I had also another life with the people who lived around me and as I said earlier I was the only boy in the street round my age the girls were the same age or a couple of years younger like my sister nine of them .Betty had twin girl cousins both redheads but real skinny .It was their birthday 11 yrs old I would be 11 a couple of weeks later . Me and my sister was invited to their party when we got there I was the only boy escort gümüşhane among 9 girls I wanted to leave but I knew my mother would belt me if I did, I stopped we played games and we were very noisy their mother said go and play in the large shelter in the back yard it had been made for two families .In we went it started okay then it went on to truth or dare all right at first then one girl said to another one as a dare show Derek your fanny it was one of the twins she said I will if my sister dos it as well they both did both took their panties of and showed me their little hairless pussys a little slit between their legs another girl said it’s not fair we should all show him and they all took their panties of nine hairless pussys facing me then one of the twins said Derek you have to show us yours so I did a few gasps and they all had a feel of it ,it went hard and stood out one of the girls tried to put it in herself but I was too big for her that was it the party broke up and we went home my sister two yrs younger than me said don’t tell anyone about her I never did the rest of this part of the story will be will be finished later 19 yrs later after my other sex adventures as they kept coming without me trying to find them Nothing really happened to me my cock didn’t grow much more it was just over eight inches got to nine by the time I was 21yrs it was always big round and had a large helmet on the end and no foreskin anyway back to fifteen I left school and started work ,my mother got married again and my stepfather had a very large allotment big cabin in it I moved my pigeons there we also had hens ducks geese and turkeys he was in the fire brigade and did shift work. I would spend hours there sometimes I even slept there Fridays and Saturday nights one Saturday afternoon a friend of Doris came to the garden I’m sure Doris’s told her about me as she knew too much her excuse was she wanted to buy a dozen fresh eggs then, and a chicken the next week I said I would have to ask my dad about the chicken I gave her a dozen eggs and charged her 6 shillings she ask if she could have a look round I showed her round and she said it’s a big cabin a settee and an arm chair as well also a small pot bellied stove , I told her I usually slept there Friday and Saturday nights she then said I will see you next sat and hope your dad says I can buy a chicken she left, enter Mrs Logan( Jean) I called her Jeanie same as my mother . The old man said let her have one of the young roosters 12shillings and 6pence id killed it plucked it ready for her left the guts in as it kept the chicken moist Saturday morning. She arrived my stepfather was at the garden with me he spoke a few words to her but he was getting ready to leave as he started his 24 hr shift at 5pm which happened every two weeks and changed them from night shift to day shift he wanted a couple of hours sleep before he started he whispered that she was the daughter of the local newsagent as he left, off he went in his old ford popular car . I said your chicken is in the cabin I went in and she followed me and pulled the door shut behind her straight out she said Doris is a friend of mine my husband was hurt during the war and can’t have sex he can’t get an erection but I’m not leaving him but I need a good fucking to put it bluntly and Doris says you have the right equipment .She sat down on the settee and said will you give it to me and no one is to know about it she was certainly a good looker and I was not getting any at the time I sat on the settee next to her and started kissing her putting my tongue in her mouth kissed her ears and her neck my hands inside her blouse and into her bra her tits felt large and round and full the nipples seemed to be sunk in but popped out as I played with them .I put a hand between her legs and pushed the crutch of her panties aside and pushed a couple of fingers inside the lips of her vagina she became all moist she already had my cock out and it was really hard I heard her say beautiful she pulled me over on her she slid herself down so her pussy was on the edge of the settee my knees were on the floor she guided me into her I pushed it in pulled her towards me and pushed it in as far as I could get it I was ramming it into her backwards and forwards she was hot wet she came grunting and moaning as she exploded round me and I came as well it had been awhile for me I pulled out of her my cock was red raw down one side where it had been rubbing the crutch of her panties she stood up and said how about tomorrow at 2pm I said no way look what your panties have done to me .I showed her my cock where it was rubbed raw and red and it was looking worse by now I was upset and I said if you want it again we are going to have no clothes on either here or at your place of choosing ill have to think about it she said she took the chicken paid me and left. It was two weeks before she appeared again I had thought she wasn’t coming back this time she was with Doris and I knew it was her who had told Jean about me I said to Doris you said you would tell no one about us. She said Jean was so desperate for it she had been thinking about picking up men in bars so I told her about you as you would be safe and would not catch anything unless she wanted a baby and that you had a big cock and you would satisfied and fill her ,Jean then said she wasn’t happy about taking her clothes off in the cabin as we might be caught so it had been arranged if I would still go with her we could use Doris’s house for awhile till she could arrange to be able to use the flat above the shop as it was only used as a store room . So it was settled that I would go round to Doris’s the next day about 1oclock just after lunch I was already excited about it as I hadn’t had a woman for two weeks. I was there early the next day Sunday Jeanie turned up a little late and I was thinking she had changed her mind she arrived all flushed and excited we went straight into the bedroom as she was wanting it as she had been thinking about it since yesterday .I stripped of my clothes and stood nude and I had a hard on and it was sticking straight out Doris had come in with Jeanie and she said there I told you it was big it’s over seven and look how big and round it is then she said can I watch Jean didn’t answer just took her clothes off she had long dark hair and only a small patch round the lips of her pussy it looked as if she had shaved it .She was very tall and plump well rounded but not fat very big tits large aureoles small sunk in nipples but soon popped out as I played with them ,she lay on the bed beside me and we started kissing I ran my tongue over and in her ear down her neck then up her arms put a hand under her tit and lifted it I took her nipple and sucked hard on it the nipple then stood out I then licked the other one and took it into my mouth and again I really sucked hard on it she then said I can’t wait she rolled over on to me lifted herself up .Doris had waited for this she took hold of my cock with one hand parted Jeans lips and guided me into her both of them were murmuring or saying something as I slid into Jean she was tight wet hot and it went in without stopping as Jean was pushing hard down on me I bottomed out it would go no farther she was squeezing it inside her as she moved up and down on me it didn’t take her long she came really hard all her body went stiff she cried out a long ooohh and then went slack as she relaxed said to me leave it in me I rolled her over so I was on top as she was heavy and as she was bigger than me her bust was making it hard for me to breath I still left it soaking in her as she recovered .I rolled of her and both of them played with me I soon became hard Doris said it all yours again Jean enjoy yourself as I might get him to do me later if he will, Jean lay in the middle of the bed legs apart I started to lick her out she said don’t do that as that’s all my husband can do for me so I kissed her all the way up her body I sucked her tits then pushed my cock into her she was all wet and hot she again tightened her muscles round me as I rammed it in and out of her we lasted longer this time then we came nearly both together she moaned as I let out a gasp of air .I rolled of her and lay back she lay there for a little while and said she was happy and filled but she had to go home as they would be waiting for her as she had said she was going to the Sunday school near her house as she sometimes did She cleaned herself up Doris helped her dress as they made plans for the next Saturday early and to last all day as Doris said she needed it as well and would I mind .I said I’ll be there as my step father was dayshift and I could feed all the birds early no one would miss me as they would think I was at the garden all day Doris said she would get some condoms to last a few weeks Jean said she had a rubber ring a diaphragm she was okay Doris laughed and it was said more for her it was arranged for 10 Saturday morning and we would have our meals there they joked that they were going to bath and feed me Jean left Doris asked me to stop as she was real horny and wanted it so I .lay there nude and waited for her to see Jeanie off she came back took her clothes of god she had a beautiful body all curvy and rounded where it should be I really got a hard ,hard on as I watched her undress she had a condom and rolled it over my penis she rubbed lubricant on it then said I can’t wait she climbed over me legs spread wide her breasts just reaching my mouth I sucked one in she wrapped her hand round my cock put it in between her pussy lips and sank down on it ,it was in ,in as far as it would go pushing against her womb that’s what she said it was doing after awhile we both came me I was tired she bathed me to get rid of the smell of sex on me, I dressed and went down to the garden I could hardly wait till next Saturday and start over with the two of them.

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Uncle Joe used to tell this story after the kids went to sleep. It has helped a few cocks and cunts relax over the years. Try it, you’ll see. Near as I can remember, it goes like this:

I was coming home on an interstate bus that stopped at a casino to get some passengers pretty early in the morning. I was kind of hung-over and ready to doze off again when a drunken blond woman, probably about thirty and sporting a few extra pounds, wobbled up the aisle and staggered into my row, brushing past me to land in the window seat.

She wore T-shirt and jeans and looked to be in her early thirties which would be about ten years older than me. This was back in the olden times so she wore jeans that were stone-washed and camel-toe friendly. They covered her full thighs like paint. The moussed-up hair was sprinkled with glitter and falling a bit flat, curls were sticking to the side of her flushed face. It must’ve been some party. I imagined her friends just pushing her up onto the bus and staggering home.

There were not that many people riding that night, and the seats across from me were open, but she seemed too drunk to reason with so we just exchanged a brief hello and then she put her sunglasses on, lay back, and was silent. I was thankful, there was at least an hour before the sun came up
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But now that she was there, apparently able to ignore me and doze off, there was no way I could sleep anymore. My eyes found a long, thin brunette sporting a short A-frame haircut reading a book with her light on, one row up to my left. She looked Asian, and was probably younger than me, she reminded me of a college student; the studious kind, not the party kind. She wore a mid-length dress that was hiked up some. She had nice legs until they disappeared under her dress closer to her hips. I had a great view. Remaining still, my eyes followed
her movements. She crossed her ankles, turned a page and crossed her ankles the other way. The dress rose a little more, she smoothed it down but still showed a lot of leg.

She turned to her left side, away from me, and pulled her knees up and the dress pulled up even further. That hot little bottom was almost exposed. I could see the smooth back of her thigh up to her lacy white panties.

From the steady breathing next to me it seemed my seatmate had succumbed to dreamland. My balls started to tingle and I realized it had been nearly a week since I had spurted juice out of them; a long time for a young buck like me.

It was dark where the blond and I were sitting so placed my hands in my lap and let my horny thoughts take over. At first I don’t düzce escort think the brunette was overtly showing herself off. She could have been riding for a long time and been unaware of the position of her skirt. At intervals, she would gently rock herself back and forth. She may have been slowly working herself into an arousal. Even if she wasn’t, it was very arousing.

My drunken seatmate was breathing steadily at this time and was probably somewhere in dreamland. My thumb found the head of my cock and pressed it down. I worked it a minute while clenching my stomach and watching the dark-haired beauty absent-mindedly tease herself. I tried to keep as still as possible. With one finger, I traced the length of my growing erection back to the base. I did it again. My whole cock felt very sensitive in my tight, light-colored Levi’s. I put both thumbs at the bottom of my cockhead and saw the ridge of the swollen plum defined in the shadowy morning light.

As the minutes went by I had to shift positions a couple of times. The angle at which my member was allowed to arise in the previous adjustment was contrary to nature. I reached down into my pants and adjusted my erection down next to my leg. The brunette coughed and closed her book. She got into her purse for a moment and then switched off her overhead light leaving the purse on her lap. I was sure hoping she might try to sneak in a quick jill in before going night-night. If she did, I had to be careful or she would know I was awake.

Sure enough, after about a minute she uncrossed her long legs and slid them slowly under the seat in front of her and her arms came off the armrest to the purse on her lap. My blond friend to the right stirred and in a moment shifted position while remaining oblivious to all, head planted against the window.

Long and tall to the left of me sighed, which I thought kind of sexy, probably not heard by anyone but me in the rumble of the bus’s engine as we accelerated down the highway. Her hands looked dainty on her purse. She put one on top of the other. I could see her hips trying to rise up ever so slowly against the pressure of the purse as she surreptitiously pressed it downward into her crotch. She was masturbating! My heart hammered in my chest and my cock pressed ever upward. Her slow rhythm might have taken her all the way to LA to climax, but I was happy. My young libido was racing and I touched myself because I liked the way she was touching herself.

I put my hand in my crotch again and pressed down while my hips rose quietly against the firm pressure. The Asian girl pointed her toes and bounced düzce escort bayan her legs. Under my fingers, I felt the wetness of my pre-cum. Right as this was happening, the big girl in the seat next to me shifted slightly again and I thought maybe she was waking up. I sneaked a look down to her lap on my right while not moving my head from the brunette. The blond clenched her thighs together slyly and held her pose awhile before she relaxed it.

I froze for a minute or two. First, how long had she been awake? And worse, although quiet, I had got a little out of control watching the Asian girl and had wantonly stroked myself almost to orgasm. I could feel my warm discharge beneath my hand. It was only a spot maybe as big as a plum, but if I moved very much or continued to touch myself, it would undoubtedly grow larger and I did not have a jacket to cover myself with. Miss Raven-haired delight broke the early morning silence with a breathy little moan. She shifted in her seat as her hands went under her purse and stayed there.

Blondie heard the brunette moan and she clenched her thighs together as covertly as possible, as if she knew the sound would excite me, so I didn’t disappoint her. I slid lower into my seat and watched that brunette, but out of the corner of my eye, I scoped that blond cutie beside me. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me! I was masturbating with an older female who was sitting right next to me, but to make it work, we had to pretend it wasn’t happening.

I opted to shift positions and get my sunglasses from a bag I carried. This would cause a small delay for the bigger reward. Nobody would be able to move for awhile until we could pretend I was asleep again, but now I could watch both women undetected. The transition went smoothly and shades on, I remained motionless for the required time.
To observers, I watched the dark-haired one, but every time I squeezed or stroked myself, I watched my fat, blond, sex partner on the right wiggle in her seat as she reacted to my self-pleasure. Her hands moved down to her crotch and stayed there.

I put my hands on myself again like I was sleepily scratching and moved my steel-hard cock to a more comfortable position. The erect member felt like it was halfway down to my knee and I arrogantly rubbed it up and down knowing she was sizing me up, possibly imagining me inside of her making babies like God intended. I know she was.

Keep in mind I was still kind of a kid and didn’t really have any skills with women yet. I was just happy to let the sex happen and see where it went. By this time, escort düzce Blondie was wiggling, clenching, and moving constantly, her face flushed, her left nipple poking out from her T-shirt. The bulging bell at the end of my stuff had made a very damp stain on my pants the size of an orange that you could see easy enough in the growing light. The smell of fresh sperm permeated the close air.

I thrust my hips against my hand. My blond counterpart does the same and we watch each other’s crotch. The brunette does not move. I think she is watching us now. Still I pretend to watch her while the blond and I make our pleasure together.

Strangely, I don’t want to cum here. I know I would have a better orgasm at home when I could whip it out of my pants. I stroke myself through the wet denim unabashedly as the rising sun eliminates all shade. I flick a finger down at the end of the hardwood between my legs. It makes a wet slap. The blond honey opens her thighs and pets her clitoris right through her tight denims. She traces the outline of her vulva with a well manicured fingernail while I imagine the swamp in her panties.

I’m so excited I shoot a small gush out of my penis. My jism splashes up through my pants and makes a white puddle for a few seconds before it settles back in and made the wet spot bigger. You can actually see sperm bubbles on my pants. My blond friend sighs and wiggles behind her sun glasses.

Finally about fifteen miles out from the next stop, we begin to slow our activity and stop altogether about ten miles out. About five miles away we pretend to be waking up again. We are both getting off the bus and the brunette is staying on. The semen stain on my leg and my crotch is the size of a salad plate. The blond drops her sweater right in my lap while loading up and lingers with her hand a while as she grabs it. Want to know what she was doing? She was mopping up my baby juice onto her sweater, and she certainly did succeed. We said a quick goodbye and she told me she was going home to take a bubble bath.

So she leaves first and now I have to get off the bus. Even though I think that no-one knew except the brunette, somehow I just knew that the driver, the passengers, and the all people in the terminal were looking at my sticky, wet pants that were stained with discharge because I couldn’t control my dirty urges. And maybe they were. I got in my car and drove home with one hand on the wheel and one hand in my pants the whole way.
When I pulled into my garage, I pulled my soaked Levi’s down to my ankles and whipped my cock out. I pumped that big fucker good with thoughts of Blondie in her bubble bath and more cum shot out of my cock than ever had before, all over myself and the dashboard of my old Chevy.

Wake up you bastards. It was good for me anyway.

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Chapter 19

Mi Cha came to the house at 11:00 on Wednesday morning. I had everything on hand that she had requested. Once again, she was wearing a similar dress to what she’d worn last visit. I guess it’s kind of a traditional dress. I took a chance and said, “Mi Cha, I have another offer for you. I am willing to pay you $200 a visit, if you do Maria’s nails while naked.” I could see alarm on her face immediately. “Wait, let me tell you. I promise, no one will touch you. I just enjoy seeing beautiful women’s bodies and I think Maria would feel more comfortable if you joined her naked. There’s no one else here but the three of us. If you really don’t want to, you certainly don’t have to. I just thought it would be fun and that you could probably use the extra money.”

“I don’t know, Mr. Sullivan,” Mi Cha said. “That not seem right. My mother would be so disappointed in me. Only our husband should see us naked. I would really like the money, but I think it wrong. I would be so embarrassed.”

“As I said, Mi Cha, you don’t have to, but if you try it, I bet you’ll find that you enjoy the freedom of being naked. I promise you are safe here. Just because you’re naked doesn’t mean that sex is involved. Look at how beautiful Maria is. It would be a shame to hide her beauty beneath clothes.”

“I need to think about this,” Mi Cha said. “Let me do Maria’s nails while I think this.” I didn’t want to push her too far, but I really wanted to see that little Asian girl naked. She looks to have really small tits that probably aren’t even a full A-cup, but Asians usually have really dark nipples and I wanted to see those nipples. “That’s fine, Mi Cha, think it over. I’ll tell you what, lets make it $250 for a naked nail job. Think it over. It’s fine either way.”

Maria led Mi Cha up the stairs to the therapy room. I went to my office to watch the video feed. Maria sat in the chair with her legs open and waited while Mi Cha went through the supplies. She was going to start with a pedicure so she filled the foot tub up with warm water and set it on the floor at Maria’s feet. Maria put her feet in the tub to soak while Mi Cha found the color Maria wanted to use.

Mi Cha got down on her knees in front of Maria to start working on her toenails. Of course, with Maria’s legs wide open, her pussy was right there in Mi Cha’s face. Mi Cha looked up at Maria’s pussy several times as she was working on her feet. Maria tried to convince Mi Cha to get naked with her. “Mi Cha, you should at least try being naked with me once to see if you like it. If you don’t, then don’t do it again. It feels so free and fun to be naked. It’s just the two of us here. We’re both girls. Try it. It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know, Maria. I’ve never done such thing. Do you really like people seeing you naked,” Mi Cha asked? “Yes, I really love it,” Maria replied. I had never done it before either until I started working for Mr. Joe a few months ago. Now I hate when I have to put clothes on to go out somewhere. I have more confidence in my body now and I don’t care who sees it or how many people see it. I enjoy making men hard in their pants.”

Mi Cha blushed at that thought. She looked at Maria and considered it. She then reached for the first button on her dress and fiddled with it still trying to decide. Finally, she undid the first button and then she continued down the dress until the whole dress was unbuttoned. She slipped it off to reveal a very slender lovely body. She was wearing a bra, but she clearly doesn’t need one. Her panties were just plain white but at least they weren’t granny panties. She hesitated to go any further but Maria encouraged her to take off her bra. Mi Cha reached behind her back and unhooked the bra but clutched it to her chest with her other hand. Maria nodded at her and Mi Cha lowered her hand and took the bra with it. She has very small tits; just bumps really. But on her tiny body they just look right. And those nipples! Just as I’d thought they were a dark brown and seemed erect and very suckable. I think she may wear the bra just so her nipples don’t show through her clothes. She should let them show; they’re beautiful.

She was standing in front of Maria topless and was obviously conflicted about taking off her panties. Maria asked Mi Cha if she wanted her to take of the panties. Mi Cha shook her head and hooked her fingers in the waistband and slowly pulled them down and then stepped out of them. She was completely naked in front of Maria. Mi Cha had that fine, wispy, sparse black pussy hair that looks so good on Asian women. It looks so soft; I’d love to rub my face in it.

Mi Cha was naked and started to go back to work on Maria’s nails. I thought that might be a good time to go in and check on how they’re doing and see what Mi Cha does with me seeing her naked. I left my office and strolled down the corridor to the therapy room. I opened the door and immediately started talking like I didn’t notice the nudity. “How’s it going in here? Oh, Mi Cha, you decided to try it. How wonderful. You are a beautiful woman.” Mi Cha’s hands were trying to cover pussy and tits. She was okay with Maria seeing her naked, but having a man seeing her naked was certainly out of her comfort zone.

“Relax, Mi Cha,” I said. “It’s okay. Really. You are lovely. Don’t hide your body. I promise I won’t touch you. You’re safe here. What a lovely sight to see two such beautiful naked women together. I’ll let you get back to it.” I turned and left the room and went back to my monitor.

It looked like Mi Cha was shaking. Maria tried to comfort her. “It’s okay, Mi Cha. There’s no reason to be scared or embarrassed. Mr. Joe is the kindest man you’ll ever meet. You are beautiful. It’s okay to let him see you. He won’t touch you unless you tell him to. I can tell that he’d love to touch you, but he’d never do it without your permission. You can trust him to just look and enjoy your beauty.”

“But I not beautiful. Look, I have almost no breasts. I look like boy.” “No, Mi Cha,” said Maria, “look at me. I have small breasts too and Mr. Joe loves them like they are. Trust me, you’re very sexy and you have the cutest pussy. If I had such fine hair like yours, I wouldn’t shave my pussy. It looks so soft I bet it would feel really good to rub one’s face against your pussy hair.”

Mi Cha surprised Maria when she said, “No, I like your pussy. It looks so smooth and soft. I bet Mr. Sullivan really like it.” Maria agreed, “Yeah it is really soft and smooth. I can’t keep my own hands off of it, let alone Mr. Joe’s hands or tongue. He licks me so good almost every day. It’s his favorite thing.” At that, Maria put her hands down to her pussy and spread her labia and put a finger on her clit and started rubbing. Mi Cha stared at her transfixed. I’m sure she’d never seen a woman masturbate before.

“Just thinking about Mr. Joe’s tongue gets me so wet,” Maria said. “Can you see how wet I am?” Mi Cha nodded her head. “I can’t blame him, though. Pussy tastes really good. I like my own, but I’ve tasted a few others and it really tastes good and it’s so warm and soft. Have you ever licked a pussy, Mi Cha?” Mi Cha looked clearly embarrassed at the conversation and shook her head. “It’s okay, Mi Cha, it’s not something to be embarrassed about. It’s fun to lick pussy. I assume you’ve had guys lick your pussy though, right?”

“No, Maria,” Mi Cha said, “it not right to do until married.” “Geez, Mi Cha,” Maria exclaimed, “it’s freaking 2021. No one waits until they’re married before having sex. What would happen if you married a guy and then had sex with him and he was lousy? Even worse, you wouldn’t know he’s lousy because you’d never been with someone else. What if he had a really tiny dick and couldn’t ever give you an orgasm? You got to have sex with a few guys to know what feels good and what doesn’t. It may be your culture, but you’re here in America. Leave those traditions for the old country. Have fun here.”

“I don’t think I could have man lick me between my legs. It just not seem right.” Maria caught the significance of what Mi Cha just said. “Does that mean you’d let a woman lick you to see how it feels,” Maria asked? “I don’t know. Maybe,” Mi Cha replied.

“Mi Cha, think about it while you finish my nails. When you’re done, if you are willing, I’d love to lick you pussy and give you an orgasm. I’m sure you’ll really enjoy it if you let yourself. Just think it over and let me know. I’d love to rub my face in your soft hair.”

Mi Cha smiled and went back to work on Maria’s nails. It took at least an hour to get done. I had even bought one of those lights that manicurists use to cure the polish on the nails to make them dry faster.

“So, Mi Cha,” Maria said, “do you want to feel a tongue on your pussy? It’s just us here. No one will know.” “I just not know, Maria,” Mi Cha said. “Do you really think I should?” “Of course, Mi Cha. You deserve to experience pleasure if you want to. Look, get up on the massage table and part your legs. I’ll start and if there’s anything you don’t like just tell me to stop and I will. You have nothing to lose, but I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Mi Cha got up on the massage table and sat on the edge and opened her legs. Maria got between her legs and told Mi Cha to lay down, relax, and enjoy. Maria nuzzled her face in that fine pubic hair. I was so jealous; I’d like to be doing that. When Maria’s tongue made her first swipe on Mi Cha’s pussy, Mi Cha visibly tensed up. Maria very gently licked up and down Mi Cha’s tight pussy lips. Maria used her fingers to part the hair to get to the pink inner parts of the pussy. She licked around Mi Cha’s vagina several times and then tried to stick her tongue inside. Mi Cha’s hands came down to her pussy to push Maria away but Maria didn’t stop licking. Mi Cha finally started to relax and even moan a couple of times.

Maria licked up to Mi Cha’s clit and swirled her tongue around it and then played with it by flicking it back and forth and up and down. It’s when Maria put her whole mouth on the clit burdur escort and started sucking that Mi Cha really started to moan and get excited. Maria put a finger at Mi Cha’s vagina and just circled it around the outside. She assumed Mi Cha is a virgin and didn’t want to risk poking her hymen with a finger. In just a few more minutes Mi Cha was having her first orgasm induced by another person. I assume she’d at least masturbated before, though even that may be a big assumption. Maria gently licked around Mi Cha’s clit and up and down her labia while she came down.

When Maria finally released Mi Cha she stood up and looked down at this lovely Asian and said, “Well, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. You taste so good; I could lick your pussy for days. Mr. Joe would really love to taste you.” Mi Cha finally found her voice and said, “I never knew it could feel like that. I now understand. I try to be more open in future.” She sat up and Maria gave her a hug. This was clearly another first for Mi Cha feeling another naked woman press her tits to hers. It was really sexy watching those two together. I’d love to have them both in bed with me.

Mi Cha got off the table and started to reach for her clothes. Maria said, “Mi Cha, please don’t get dressed yet. Carry your clothes downstairs and let Mr. Joe see again how beautiful you are. Just let him look at you. It will please him a lot.”

Mi Cha nodded and gathered up her clothes and the two girls walked down the stairs. I waited a bit and then I came down from my office to see them. Mi Cha’s pussy hair was still damp with Maria’s spit and her own pussy juices. I wanted to bury my face between her legs. I pulled out $250 and handed it to Mi Cha. “You are very beautiful and it’s worth every penny to see such loveliness in my home. I hope you’ll be naked every time for us, but it’s always your decision. And Maria’s nails look beautiful. We’ll need you to come back at least every two weeks. We’ll see if her nails last that long. If need be, we can change it to a weekly polish if you’re up for it. Thank you so much for coming and for sharing your beauty with us.” I turned and left the room.

Mi Cha got dressed and Maria hugged her again. This time only one of them was naked. Maria gave Mi Cha a kiss on the cheek and thanked her for the manicure and trusting her.

After Mi Cha left, Maria came looking for me. “Did you enjoy watching us,” Maria asked? “Hell, yes,” I replied. “I was jealous as hell. Is she as tasty and soft as she looks?” “Oh yes, Mr. Joe. You’d really like her pussy. It would be fun for the three of us to be together.” “Well,” I said, “keep working on her. You did a great job breaking down some of her barriers today. It was surprising enough that she got naked. I couldn’t believe you talked her into letting you lick her pussy. I think she likes you more than she’s letting on. She stared at your pussy pretty hard when she was working on your feet. I bet you can get her to lick you next time. She’s going to be fun to play with.”

Chapter 20

The gardeners came by today. Maria did essentially the same thing to them that she did last time except in a different order. Manuel came back to her first and she let him fuck her and fill her pussy with his cum.

When Juan came back, she told him she was sorry he didn’t get to fuck her for a second time last time so she was going to cheat with him this time to make sure he wins. He bought her story and licked her pussy, unknowingly licking Manuel’s cum out of her.

When both guys came back together, Manuel was surprised to see Juan get naked and hard before him. He watched Juan fuck Maria rather than starting to work on the yard. Juan filled Maria with cum and was happy thinking that he’d pulled one over on Manuel.

Once Juan got dressed and he and Manuel took care of the yard. When they were done, and started to leave, Maria called them over to where she was still laying naked with Juan’s cum running out of her pussy. “Ah, guys, I have a confession to make,” Maria said. “I’ve kind of cheated with both of you guys both weeks. The first one of you to come back to me fucked me and filled me with cum. The next one of you came back and licked my pussy clean of all the cum. Because the second guy didn’t cum, he was the winner and got to fuck me. So, each week I fucked both of you and each week one of you each licked the other’s cum out of me. Neither of you complained about my super wet pussy, so I have to assume you didn’t mind the taste of cum. I love when a guy licks cum out of my pussy, whether it’s his cum or someone else’s. I hope you’re not pissed at me. We won’t bother with games any more. You guys can both fuck me each week, if you want. But I would like to get my pussy licked between fucks. I don’t care if you lick your own cum out or each other’s but fucking a cum free pussy feels better than sloppy seconds. I hope you’ll take care of me.”

The guys were surprised and initially disgusted, but they had to admit they didn’t even realize they were licking up cum. Maria’s pussy juice is so tasty you barely taste the cum. They weren’t sure if they were more grossed out about licking up cum or licking up each other’s cum. Next time will be interesting. Maria is pushing people to their limits the same way I try to push Maria to her own limits. I haven’t found her limit yet.

I had gone to our local grocery store a few days back at around 3:30 in the afternoon. It took me a bit to realize why there seemed to be quite a few teens in the store. Just a block and a half away from the shopping center is a high school. Apparently, a lot of the kids come to the store after school to get snacks or drinks. That gave me an idea for another adventure for Maria.

I explained my plan to Maria, and as expected she was all in. She is so eager to please me I can’t figure out what she wouldn’t do for me. The plan was for me to take her shopping at that grocery story after school lets out wearing really sexy skimpy clothes. I would drive her there in the Rolls and act as her chauffeur. She would try to pick up a teenager and we’d take him for a ride while she played with him.

We got to the store a little after 3:00 and we could see kids walking down the street towards the shopping center. Maria was wearing a very short crop top and a very short skirt with her cork soled heels. She went into the store and I went in separately and kept an eye on her.

She took a cart and walked around looking for a victim more than for groceries. She finally came down the candy aisle and there was a boy there looking through the choices. Maria stopped several feet away and grabbed at something she didn’t really want from an upper shelf. To do it, she got up on her tip toes and reached up with both hands. This made her crop top rise up above her nipples. She was standing in the middle of the store with her tits showing.

She purposely struggled a bit with what she was reaching for to make enough commotion to draw the kids attention. And from what I saw, she certainly had his attention. She pulled down the item and put it in her cart and wheeled it closer to the boy. Now she found something of interest on the bottom shelf and squatted down with her knees apart and her pussy pointing directly at the boy. He was spellbound. He hadn’t moved a muscle. I’m sure he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Once she got up, she looked at him staring at her and she said to him, “Did you like looking at my tits a bit ago?” He tried to stammer out that he didn’t know what she was talking about. “You mean, I purposely showed off my tits and you didn’t even look? Did you at least see my pussy just now?”

The boy was clearly flabbergasted to not only be caught looking but to know she intentionally showed her goods to him. She walked closer to him. “Now tell me the truth, did you like seeing my tits?” “Yeah,” he said, “I really like your tits. I can’t believe you showed them to me on purpose.”

Maria said, “Well, I thought you were cute and would like to see some tits. I like showing guys my tits and my pussy. It makes me wet every time. Give me your hand.” She took his hand in hers and brought it to her chest and slipped it under her crop top and right onto her right breast. “Shit,” said the boy. “Wow, I can’t believe this. It’s so soft.”

“Let me ask you a question,” Maria said, “have you ever ridden in a Rolls Royce?” “Heck, no,” said the boy. “I’ve only seen pictures of them.” “Well,” said Maria, “then I guess it goes without saying that you’ve never ridden in one with a naked girl on your lap. I have a Rolls with a driver waiting for me outside. If you help me with my groceries, I’ll give you a ride and let you play with my tits, if you want.”

“No shit,” said the boy. “I’ll be glad to help you.” “What’s your name,” Maria asked? “My name is Maria.” The boy said, “My name is Leo. Are you really going to get naked in the car?” “You bet,” said Maria, “I think it sounds like fun.”

Maria took Leo around the store a bit and she picked up some things whether we needed them or not. She went to the meat department and bent over to check out the meat for sale so that her shirt would fall away and Leo would be able to see her tits. “You can rub them if you want,” Maria told Leo. He looked around and no one was near them so he reached out and cupped her tit under her shirt. “That feels good, Leo. I can’t wait to get naked for you.”

They got up to the cashier line and unloaded the cart. Maria told Leo that she wanted him to put his hand on her butt and rub it the whole time they are at the cashier. Leo was nervous but he stood close to her and reached out and grabbed a butt cheek and squeezed it. He rubbed and squeezed it until they got up to the cashier who started to scan the groceries. Maria whispered to Leo to grab some of her skirt and lift it up and tuck it under her waistband so that her butt was showing and then rub her bare butt.

That really made Leo nervous but he did it. He was standing there at the register rubbing Maria’s bare butt. Maria paid the cashier escort burdur and started pushing the cart out leaving her skirt up and letting everyone see her bare butt as she walked out of the store. I hurried out of the store and got back to the car.

Maria got to the car and I popped the trunk. Maria intentionally bent over as far as possible to stow the groceries and give Leo a nice view of her ass and pussy. She closed the trunk and they both got in the back. Maria played it up well and said, “James, please just drive my new friend and I around for about 15 minutes and then return back here to drop him off.” “Yes ma’am,” I replied.

I started the car and drove off. Marie raised the privacy shield and then turned to Leo and let him watch as she lifted her shirt off over her head to show him her wonderful tits. She unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt and dropped it to the floor. She was naked in seconds except for her shoes. She said to Leo, “Leo, I don’t want you to cum in your pants and I’m not a cock tease. So how about I give you a blow job before I climb on your lap so you don’t shoot in your pants.” “Fuck, yeah,” Leo said and started removing his pants and pulling down his underwear.

Maria got on the floor in front of him and started sucking Leo’s dick. It was probably his first blow job so it wasn’t a surprise that he barely lasted two minutes. If she hadn’t blown him, he would have surely cum in his pants when she straddled her naked body on his lap.

She swallowed all of his seed and opened her mouth to show him it was gone. Then she got up and straddled him and leaned forward and put one of her tits in his mouth. He didn’t know what else to do. He clearly didn’t know how far he could go with this woman so his hands were just laying on the seat and he was sucking her tit. “Leo,” Maria said, “you can touch me wherever you want. You can play with my tits, rub and squeeze my ass, rub my pussy, you can even put your fingers in my pussy if you want. Go ahead and touch me, Leo.”

Leo put one hand on the tit he wasn’t sucking and his other started on Maria’s thigh and traveled up to her pussy. He hesitated just a bit and then cupped her pussy. I’m sure he’d never felt one before. I was having trouble keeping my eye on the road while also checking out the video monitor I had from the concealed camera in the back seat. I just drove around aimlessly to give them time to have fun. At some point, Maria climbed off his lap and flopped onto her back on the seat next to him. “Look at my pussy, Leo. Touch it. Put your fingers in me. You can even lick it if you want. Whatever you want Leo.”

Leo was in heaven. Maria pulled her labia apart to show Leo her vagina and her clit. She guided his fingers into her vagina and let Leo have some fun. She urged him to taste his fingers after he pulled them out so he could taste her pussy. I let them play for a few more minutes and then headed back to the shopping center to drop Leo off. I stopped the car and Leo pulled his pants back up over his now hard again dick. “I’m sorry we didn’t have more time or more room, Leo. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime. I know you’ll want to tell all your friends about this, but I wish you wouldn’t. Someone could check the store’s security camera and see this car. If you tell anyone I could get into trouble. Please keep this as our secret.”

“I will,” Leo said. “Thank you so much, Maria. This has been the best day of my life. I would never forgive myself if I got you into trouble after what you’ve done for me. I sure hope I see you again sometime. I’ll sure never forget you.”

“That’s very sweet, Leo,” Maria said. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips to seal the deal. Leo got out and I watched in the rear-view mirror as he stared at the back of the car until we were out of sight before he started moving. Maria had certainly made his day.

“Did you have fun,” I asked? “Yeah, he was a sweet kid. He could have done a lot more to me but he was nervous and shy. It was really pretty cute. This was fun.” I said, “Yeah, it’s just too bad you bought a bunch of crap we don’t need.” Maria stayed naked and played with her pussy all the way home.

Chapter 21

Mecum Transport delivered my cars today. I didn’t know which one to drive first. I drove the Ferrari first and it was exhilarating. But it was a Volkswagen in comparison to the Aventador. That is one wicked car.

Bill called to tell us that he’d be here on Saturday. Apparently, his son is excited to see the new cars. He has no idea that he won’t even be thinking about the cars. That fifteen-year-old boy is going to get his brains fucked out by Maria.

On Friday, the UPS guy came by to deliver a package of sexy clothes I ordered for Maria. I realized that he hadn’t had a reason to be by in the last three months that Maria has been with me. I told her what I wanted her to do and, of course, she executed the plan perfectly.

As she has learned to do now automatically, before opening the door, she closed the front gate. This prevents us from being disturbed when we have a visitor since Maria is usually busy with any visitors. She opened the door wearing the long shear coverup which doesn’t cover much of anything.

Maria accepted the package and signed for it while the driver stared at her near naked body. Before she handed the tablet back to the driver she asked, “Do you think I look good in this gown?” The driver said, “You look incredible in that gown.”

Maria countered with, “Do you think I’d look better without it?” Before the driver could answer, Maria opened the gown and let it drop to the floor so that she was standing in the doorway completely naked. “Definitely better,” the driver said.

“In that case,” Maria said, “this is how I’ll answer the door for you from now on. And just so you know, whenever you see me naked, you have my permission to touch me wherever you want, however you want. And by permission, I mean I desire to be touched. If you would like a blow job, simply tell me to suck your dick. If you want to fuck me, tell me you want to come in and fuck me and I’ll invite you in for some fun. Notice I said tell me what to do. Don’t ask. I’ve already given you permission. You never know, if you ask, I may refuse. Just tell me what you want. I know you guys are usually on a tight schedule, so I hope you’ll work it so you have a little time to spend here for your delivery. Do you have time now for a blow job? I love the taste of cum.”

“Holy shit, are you kidding me lady,” the driver asked? While that sounds very nice, I’d probably lose my job doing any of that.” ‘How would you lose your job,” Maria asked? “I certainly wouldn’t report you. This house is extremely private and secure. What happens here, stays here. Unless you blabbed to your coworkers, no one else will know. I’m standing in front of you naked. Are you interested, or not?”

“Damn, I wish I had time for a blow job or something, but my schedule is really tight today. But the next time I make a delivery I’ll try to make it just before my lunch break so there’ll be some time.”

Maria wanted to cinch the deal and grabbed the driver’s hand and put it on her breast. Then she slid his hand down her body all the way to her pussy and cupped his hand on her mound. “I’ll be waiting,” Maria said as she let his hand go.

I wouldn’t be surprised if that driver ended up jacking off in his truck on the way to his next stop. He had to be hard. How do you walk away from that kind of an offer from a stunningly beautiful young woman?

Maria was all worked up after that and was dripping wet and left hanging. She’s not used to anyone doing that. Luckily, I was there to take care of her. I normally take her wherever we are in the house, but I felt like taking her to my bed. I took her hand and led her to the elevator and pressed two. The elevator was opening and we were standing there making out like a couple of kids.

I took her to my room and pulled back the covers of the bed. Maria hopped on and laid in the middle of the bed on her back with her legs spread. I got on the bed, grabbed her ankles and flipped her over onto her stomach. I pulled up on her hips and had that ass in the air with her head on the bed. I entered her in one stroke. She was so wet it didn’t take any finesse to drive into her and pull her hips back to my thighs. While stroking in and out I was looking down at her little star of a butthole. I thought again about taking her in the ass. The problem is that I just can’t pass up her pussy. Why fuck an asshole when a perfectly fine, wet pussy is available? I wish I was younger when I could keep my dick hard for an hour or more and get hard two and sometimes three times a night. Those days are long gone. I’m lucky if I can stay hard for twenty minutes without Viagra and I’m one and done; sometimes for a day or two. Even with a hot woman like Maria who will let me fuck her whenever I want, I can’t do it as often as I’d like to. I fill in using my tongue on her pretty much every day. On this day, I lasted long enough for her to cum before I did, so it was a win for both of us.

On Saturday, Bill drove onto the yard and pulled up at the maintenance garage. Instead of going out there naked, Maria wore her baby doll nightie and the shear coverup over it. You could still see her body through the two layers but it wasn’t as obvious. Bill introduced his son, Paul, to Maria. Maria handed the keys to the new cars to Bill and went back to the house. In the house, she got naked again and went up to one of the guest rooms to get it ready.

I waited a while to allow Bill and Paul a chance to drool over the cars. Bill had pulled the Ferrari into the garage to be gone over first. I went out to the garage and Bill introduced Paul to me. We talked about the new cars for a while and then I asked Paul if he’d like to see a tour of the house. I told him about the pool table and the home theatre and that sparked his interest.

I walked him to the house and showed him the downstairs and then we walked up the stairs to the first guest burdur escort bayan room. I stopped him and said, “Paul, your dad says that it’s your birthday today, so happy birthday. Your dad actually brought you here to give you a special gift. Before you can have the gift, however, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this gift, especially your mother. We like to say our house is like Las Vegas. What happens here, stays here. Can we trust you?”

“Yes, sir,” replied Paul. I asked him, “You met Maria a little bit earlier, didn’t you?” He nodded. “And did you think she’s pretty?” “Oh, yeah,” said Paul, “she’s beautiful. I couldn’t believe what she was wearing out there.”

“Well, Paul, your birthday present is behind this door. Maria is lying in bed naked waiting for you and is willing to do anything you want today. Are you interested?”

“Am I interested,” he exclaimed? “Are you serious? She’s willing to have sex with me?” “Yes, Paul, she’s waiting for you and will do anything you want. She knows you don’t have any or very little experience so she will teach you what you need to know to become a good lover. Don’t worry about trying to bring her to orgasm. This is your birthday so it’s all about you. She’ll help you to have a really good time. Just keep it a secret. Just your dad and us know and know one else can know.” “I understand, Mr. Sullivan. This is incredible.” I opened the door as I said, “You haven’t seen incredible yet.”

Paul walked in and I closed the door. Paul went over to the bed and looked at Maria lying there with a stick-on bow on each nipple. “Happy birthday, Paul. Are you going to open your present, or what,” she asked?

Paul bent over and pulled each bow off of her nipples and just stared at her in disbelief. “You appear to be way overdressed, Paul. Hurry up and join me, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Paul got undressed and got on the bed. Maria immediately grabbed his dick and started sucking on it. She played with his balls while sucking his dick. It was obviously the first time anyone had touched his dick, let alone sucked it. He came within two minutes. He immediately started apologizing for not lasting very long. Maria raised up on one elbow and looked at him and said, “Paul, every young guy cums fast his first several times having sex. Luckily, you’re young and will get hard again in a few minutes and we can go again. This is your birthday. It’s all about you and giving you as many orgasms as we can before your dad finishes with the cars. Each time you cum you’ll last longer the next time so we have plenty of time for you to enjoy yourself.”

She put his dick back in her mouth to work him back up to another hardon. Once he was hard enough, she got on top of him and straddled him and rubbed his dick across her pussy to get his dick wet and then eased down onto him. For the first time in his young life, Paul had his dick in a hot, wet pussy. She bounced on him a couple of times and then leaned forward to put one of her tits into his mouth and he started sucking and nibbling at her nipple. She ground her pussy against him, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. She kissed him and put her tongue in his mouth. He, at least, knew how to kiss and their tongues played tag in each other’s mouths.

Maria was able to get him hard three times during the two hours they were together and she tried as many different positions as she could. I saw on the monitor that Bill was getting close to being finished with the cars. Now came the sticky part. Bill still wanted his time with Maria. I went over to the guest room and rapped on the door and told them to wrap it up soon. Maria knew Bill would want her and didn’t think he’d want her to be filled with his son’s cum so she took Paul into the shower. They had fun soaping each other up and rubbing their soapy bodies together.

When they got out of the shower, Maria told Paul that she needed to spend some time with his dad now. She asked him though, if we wanted to stay a bit longer today, if she can get his dad to agree to come back for him. Of course, he was eager for that. She told him to stay naked and wait for her. She’d be back in a while.

Maria left the room and went downstairs and out to the backyard where she and Bill always had sex. He showed up just a few minutes later. He asked how it had gone and she told him that they’d both had fun. She said, “Fuck me and I’ll tell you all about it.” Bill jumped out of his clothes and slid his dick into Maria’s perpetually wet pussy and she started telling him about her having sex with his son. She told him of each time they’d had sex and the different positions they’d tried.

As they started to fuck, I went to the guest room and walked in. Paul was surprised to see me and, being still naked, tried to cover himself up. I said, “Don’t worry about it, Paul, we’re always naked around here. I guess you know that your dad is with Maria right now. You have to promise to keep everything a secret. Your mother can never know that he’s been having sex with Maria. It would break them up and your relationship with your dad would never be the same. Your whole family depends upon you being cool about this, understand?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Paul said. “I can see how Maria would be pretty hard to resist. I don’t blame him, but he is cheating on my mom. That’s not really cool.” “I know,” I told him, “but you know it’s just sex. It’s not like he’s going to fall in love with her and want to leave your mom. I know it may be weird for you, but do you want to watch them fuck?”

“Geez, I don’t know. That would be weird. But I think I’d like to witness my dad cheating on my mom.” “Okay,” I said, “follow me.” He started to grab for his shorts and I stopped him and told him to come as he is and that they’re outside and won’t see us. I took him down the corridor to the gym. The gym has big windows which overlook the backyard almost directly above the chaise where Bill and Maria fuck. We stood at the window watching and I was surprised to see Paul get a hardon watching them fuck. “It’s cool to watch them fuck, isn’t it,” I asked?

“Yeah, it actually is. It’s sure a different way of seeing my dad.” I took a chance on something and said, “Keep watching.” I then got down on my knees in front of him and he was too busy watching his dad to notice. I leaned forward and took his dick in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked a dick in a long time, but this just felt like a right time to do it. He looked down at me and said, “What the fuck?” I took his dick out of my mouth to say, “Go with it. Just watch your dad while I suck your dick. I think you’ll love it.” I put his dick back in my mouth and sucked and licked it. I could feel him getting harder so he was going with the feeling and not thinking about who was sucking him.

I reached up and started playing with his balls and he was still staring out the window. I suddenly felt him start to tremble and his dick got even harder and I knew he was going to cum. I tugged on his balls as I sucked him and he started shooting his cum in my mouth. I hadn’t had cum straight from the source in a long time. I usually get my fill from Maria’s creampie pussy. He’d already cum several times in the last couple of hours, so it wasn’t a huge load and I swallowed it easily and then licked him clean.

He looked down at me as I was cleaning his dick. “This has really been a day of firsts. You can bet I certainly won’t tell anyone about this part. But I’ve got to admit, it felt pretty good. I’d rather it was Maria, but it wasn’t bad.” He looked back to the window and saw his dad getting up off of Maria. “It looks like they’re done. Maria was going to ask my dad if I could stay a little longer to be with her some more. I hope she convinced him.”

We went back to the guest room and waited for Maria. She came in and went up to Paul and kissed him on the lips. “Your dad said you could stay for a while. He’s going to go to his next job and when he’s finished, he’ll come back for you. Do you still want me?

“Oh, hell yeah, I want you. I’d like to take you home and keep you. This has been the best birthday ever and something I’ll never forget. I’ll take every minute with you that I can get.”

I said, “I guess you guys don’t need me hanging around then.” I walked out and went back to my office to watch them on the monitor. Maria got on the bed and held out her hands to Paul. He got on top of her and they started kissing and touching each other. I was surprised to see Paul kiss his way down her body and start licking her pussy. Apparently, he didn’t stop to think that her pussy was full of his dad’s cum. Maria grabbed his head and pulled him into her pussy and made sure he cleaned her out.

They had another hour together, but he’d already cum four times and was pretty much done. He wanted to go more, but just couldn’t. I can relate to that feeling. They eventually got up and took another shower. This one wasn’t as much a hurry as the first one. I wished I had a camera in the bathroom.

By the time Bill came back, Paul was dressed and sitting with Maria on the couch in the great room. When Paul saw his dad he said, “Dad, this has been the best birthday ever. Thank you. And don’t worry, I won’t say a thing. We’re cool.” Bill responded, “I’m glad it went well, Paul. Maria is an incredible woman. Any time you want to talk about today or any other sexual adventures you have, feel free to talk to me. I think we have a special bond now. Just don’t talk to anyone else.”

“No problem, dad. I understand. Thank you, Maria and Mr. Sullivan. It’s been a great day. I was stoked just seeing your cars. But they’re nothing compared to Maria. I hope I can come back again some time.”

Maria said, “As far as I’m concerned, Paul, you can come back every time your dad comes here. Just talk to him about it. You’ll always be welcome in our home and in my pussy.” “Fuck me,” said Paul. We all laughed.

They finally left and Maria was worn out and collapsed on the couch. It’s a good thing she washed out the last batch of cum in the shower or I would have been on her again when she wanted to rest. She wouldn’t have refused me, though. I don’t think she’ll ever refuse me. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; what a woman.

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Part 4

Get up! No use moping; crying will get you nowhere.

I push myself off of the wet rock, slipping and scraping my arm as I struggle to control my shaking body. Focusing on the icy pain, I encase my heart with that same cold, feeling it harden and add steel to my reserve. It seems silly, but blaming Asmodeus for this latest injury makes it easier for me to envision hating him. He did this to me.

While I haven’t quite managed hate just yet, I feel some satisfaction that my fear has – at least – turned into a soaring anger. I let it rage within me and my breathing speeds up. Curling my fists and squaring my shoulders, I resolve right now to return to my family as soon as possible.

But how to do that? Think Selena.

I know better that to hope I will find some magical, secret exit. If I ever want to leave this place I’ll have to be pretty fucking smart. I have to find a weakness of his somehow, something he’s said or done which will help me figure out a way to leave safely. Think, think! There must be something, a weak spot, an escape, a loophole; something. If I could find that one thing, I know I will be free.

A loophole.

As soon I realise his weakness, the loophole blares sharply in my mind and a plan forms under the idea. Suddenly, I have it, that one thing that will guarantee me safe passage home.

Right, first things first; get dressed.

If I have any hope of my plan working out, I have to let Asmodeus believe that I’m still under his spell. That means getting dressed in one of those ridiculously elaborate gowns and parading before him as if nothing is wrong. That is, until he slips. Then I’ll have my freedom, away from this wretched, volcanic prison and its gorgeous demonic warden.

I bite my lip, berating myself for that last thought. I’ve known since its inception that my plan’s fatal flaw is me. There’s no telling what my pathetic heart will make me feel when I see him; or what my treacherous body will make me do.

Best not to think about it. I’ll deal with those obstacles as they come.

Deciding that this is the best course of action, I scrub my body thoroughly with the earthy soap and lather some of it into my hair, washing away dirt, sweat, blood and tears. When I’m done, I step out of my waterfall shower and stand shivering for a moment until I register the sound of air rushing through a gap somewhere. Following the sound to its source, I find a large vent opened up in the ceiling.

Excitement courses through me. Could this be a way out?

Clouds of dust swirl beneath the spot and I wait for it to clear before standing directly below. The air pressure is so great however, that I cannot even look up from underneath. My heart sinks as I realise that even if the airflow was slower, I wouldn’t have a way to reach the gap anyway – it’s just too high up. The air is warm though and steadily begins to dry me off. Letting out a resigned sigh, I relax as the vent dries my body and focus again on my original plan.

As my hair dries, I wish for a comb to untangle the snarling mess. In the blink of an eye I notice a dressing table begin to rise from the stone floor. Slowly it ascends, finding a place next to the chest of dresses, the rock rumbling and scraping against the cave wall. After it has fully formed, a small stool of sorts rises before it and a crude box grows on top of it.

Stepping away from the relentless blast of air, I walk over to inspect my new furniture. Stopping at the table I run a hand over the rough edges of everything I have just created. I know it’s my work because it isn’t as beautiful as Asmodeus’. Lifting the lid of the box (which looks like little more than a miniature mud hut) I find a curved, primitive looking – though slender – ivory coloured comb. With only five teeth, it will barely do the job but it’s better than nothing I suppose.

I take the comb with me back over to the air vent and loosen the knots in my hair as it dries. The comb feels smooth and strong, and while I run it through my fine waist length hair, I find myself wondering what it is made out of. I’ve felt this texture before, I’m sure of it. Shrugging, I focus on combing out all the knots; I have to seem as if I still want to look good for my captor.

When my hair is dry, I head back to the dresser, expecting to find a mirror behind it. Like the one in my room at home. My brow knits in sorrow and I fight hard against the lump in my throat. No time for that. I swallow my tears down and will a mirror to appear before me.

Cracking and wind-chimes sound as iron grows out of the wall, framing the polished silver and glass mirror which obediently shows me my naked reflection. Sitting down and staring into the mirror, a chocolate coloured heart shaped face stares back. Rich brown eyes glint in the red glow of the cave; freckles pepper flushed cheeks and dot a button nose and full, well-shaped, dark pink lips are set in a frown of fierce determination while silky straight ebony hair frames it all.

I look different. Beautiful… When did that happen?

I know already though, it happened when he loved me. When he showed me what it felt like to be beautiful and what it meant. I couldn’t see it before, not on my own but I do now. Because he loved me, I can finally love myself.

The sharp brown eyes soften, then freeze, hardening once more as I realise that I’m doing exactly what I feared I would. And I’m not even near him yet!

I yank the comb roughly through my hair again, sharp, jagged strokes which rip out a few strands. Furious at myself, and at him and at this stupid comb I slam it against the stone dresser, breaking off a tooth. The sharp shard flies at my face and I duck just in time to avoid losing an eye. Sitting up again only when I hear the shard clatter harmlessly on the floor, I examine the damaged comb. The mysterious material of which the comb is made still bugs me and after I run a finger over the broken edge, I realise why. The comb is made from bone.

It takes all of my effort not to scream as I fling the hideous object as far away as possible. Letting out instead a horrified gasp, I try in vain to convince myself that it was an animal bone. Somehow though, I just know its human and the thought makes me sick to my stomach. Fighting back a wave of nausea, I take a deep breath and try not to think about where the bone could have come from; while an awful image of the bleached human skull from high school biology floats through my mind. This place is a nightmare come into reality.

All the more reason to escape… And soon.

Banishing my nausea, I push myself up from the little stone seat and pull out the navy silk dress from the chest Asmodeus made for me. Slipping into it, I shiver as the silver lace caresses my back. Struggling, I finally manage to tie up the ribbons at my lower back, only to find myself stumped as half the lace hangs unknotted, having previously been held up by yet more hidden ribbons.

Unable to manoeuvre the crisscross pattern at the right side of my mid back, I throw my hands up in exasperation and admit defeat. My captor will just have to tie it up for me. Dropping back down at my dresser I huff in annoyance as the lace whips against the bare of my back.

Something soft whispers against my ear and my heart races while I strain to hear over the roar of the air vent. When I wish it shut the noise stops instantly as the gap in the ceiling closes off. I listen intently to the delicate zipping sound of silk sliding through metal and when I feel my dress tighten comfortably, I know that it’s closing itself for me.

Pleased, I rise again and study myself in the full length mirror that Asmodeus conjured for me.

The navy blue dress complements my brown skin perfectly, affording me a sinister sort of beauty, bewitching but deadly. When I twist my çankırı escort body around, the lace radiates femininity, contrasting beautifully against my skin and showing off a taste of what is hidden beneath the silk and silver. The plunging neckline showcases just the right amount of cleavage, making my body ooze sensuality, the dark twin of Marilyn Monroe at her prime. I feel beautiful and sexy and dangerous all at once. This is the perfect outfit, the perfect armour against my captor, giving me strength before the dreaded war for my freedom.

All that’s missing is a little battle paint…

A clinking sound over at the dresser reminds me that my wish is the cave’s command. A small glass container sits next to a fine, short bristled paint brush. Taking a seat I open the little jar and lightly rub my finger over the thick black cream inside. As I expected, the black kohl sticks to my finger. Conjuring a small silk cloth I wipe my finger clean and pick up the brush, dipping it into the creamy liner.

Its only animal hair, I tell myself as I brush the soft bristles onto the border of my bottom eye lid. The effect is instantaneous; a little eyeliner goes a long way, enhancing the dangerous gleam of my eyes. Looking at the woman in the mirror, I know she means business.

I add a coat to the top lids as well, painting a line above each set of lashes. Wishing to add a little more colour to my face leads to a yield of even more containers, this time made of metal, each containing a loose mineral powder in differing shades. Wiping my liner brush clean, I shadow my eyes with black, silver and navy powder, creating a smoky look which also matches my dress. Finally, a small glass tub appears on the dresser, similar to the one which brought me the eyeliner. This time it’s filled with a rich mauve lipstick, which I apply lightly before heading over to the full length mirror again. Before I have the chance to examine my handy-work however, I feel the wall behind me begin to rumble.

Whipping around, I watch with mounting fear as an opening appears, melting into existence from the solid rock wall. My heart pounds in my ears as the thought of seeing him again so soon sends me into a panic. I’m not ready! All the confidence I felt not two minutes ago fades with alarming speed as I realise too late that it takes more than a sexy dress and a little make-up for me to be his equal, for me to be able to stand up to him.

When the entrance finally reveals itself, it isn’t Asmodeus who stands in the doorway. My relief is immediate and I let out a soft sigh as a demon strides through, clad only in a filthy cloth tied to his waist with a leather belt. I roll my shoulders back and lift my chin up high as he strolls confidently towards me, practicing my new ‘femme fatale’ façade before I have to see the King again.

Feigning indifference to his presence, I glance casually at my nails, as if the creature does not frighten me. He’s one of the less horrendous looking ones sure, but he’s still a demon. It doesn’t help either that at the sight of me; his prick begins to stiffen, straining against his loincloth. Guess I won’t have to check myself out in the mirror after all. Ignoring his state of arousal, I look up at his face as he moves ever closer.

“Has it been an hour already?” I ask, in what I hope is a bored voice.

“It has been half an hour. My master sent for me to retrieve you later but I thought I’d come early and have a little fun first.” A lecherous grin spreads over his face as he draws a sinister looking dagger from a sheath on his belt.

My heart pounds painfully in my chest as I force a sneer at his words.

“Don’t be an idiot, you can’t touch me,” I level my gaze with his, finding strength in the truth of my next words, “he’ll tear you apart.”

Undeterred, the demon stalks toward me, knife poised in front of him, disgusting grin in place.

“What Asmodeus doesn’t know can’t hurt me; and you won’t tell him will you bitch? I can do whatever I want with your body and you won’t tell a soul because if you do, I’ll gut you while you sleep; even if you happen to be sleeping in the King’s bed at the time.”

I swallow painfully, slowly backing away from this monster, knowing that either way Asmodeus cannot help me now. Even if I tell him that this demon raped me, it won’t save me from being raped.

The back of my heel slams against the rocky stool at my dresser an I’m cornered, unable to move away from the demon that stalks ever closer. Blind panic overrides my logic and I can’t think let alone move. I’m shaking from head to toe as he laughs, savouring the taste of my fear. His putrid breath washes over me as he presses his body close to mine. Slowly as if to caress me, his rough hands slide up my arms. Then one tightens like a vice, causing me to cry out as he spins me around and slams me into the wall.

He forces me harder against the wall, the pain of being constricted adding to the ache of a bruised arm and the throb of my busted lip. His hips thrust toward mine and he uses them to hold me in place. His hands, now free, move in opposite directions, one squeezing my breasts painfully through my dress and the other pinching my bare inner thigh. A finger brushes against my most private place and I cry out in horror. Tired of playing with me, the bastard whips me around again wraps a hand around my throat while the other reaches for the belt of his loincloth. My body trembles so hard that it feels as if the earth itself is shaking.

Only when the smile slips from my assailant’s face do I realise that the earth is shaking. My fear has literally caused the cave to quake.

He launches himself away from me as chunks of rock rip free of the ceiling and crash deafeningly to the ground, cracking and crumbling. The terrified demon dodges them in a sick game of tag, narrowly avoiding being crushed by the large boulders or impaled by falling stalactites. All the while I have my body pressed against the wall next to my dresser, fighting to regain control of my body and end the bombardment of the cave.

Cowering against the wall by my dresser, I watch as a smaller stalactite falls too quickly for the dodging demon to notice. It is only when the shard – as large as the pins which originally held me captive – fixes his foot into the red earth that he pays any attention to it. His scream of pain is deafening, even louder than the din created by the falling rocks. The sound of it yanks me away from my fear as I realise that he can do me no harm, trapped as he now is. The rumbling and shaking slows and eventually stops until the only sound I hear is the demon’s low moans and gasps of pain. I stride confidently toward him, my fear forgotten and replaced with a rage unlike anything I have ever experienced.

Seething anger rolls off me as I stalk around the immobile, kneeling figure of the creature who would have raped me. My breathing is short and fast, air expelled in furious huffs and inhaled through flared nostrils. I feel as if I could breathe fire and I want to, if only to burn this worthless sack of shit to a crisp. I lick my torn lip, letting the burn add fuel to my rage, until I realise that I’ve healed myself. Interesting.

When I stop in front of the demon, he begins to whimper. He knows that I caused the earthquake (and its subsequent rain of deadly rocks); he can see the power in my eyes. He begs for forgiveness.

His cowardice forms a disgusted sneer on my lips. I lean forward and caress his cheek.

“Aw, what’s the matter honey? You don’t want me anymore?” I mock, using a faux-sweet voice and laughing outright when he flinches at the touch of my hand.

“Don’t tell me you’ve given up already! I thought we were only just getting started. Weren’t you telling me a few minutes ago that you wanted to ‘have a little funi’ with me? What’s the matter?” I taunt, “Can’t get it up?”

Using my will, I force the spike into his foot further still and he howls while I laugh.

“Please, my Queen, have mercy,” he croaks, panting hard and wheezing.

“Oh, so now I’m your Queen? Silly me and here all this time, I thought I was your bitch. Boy, do we have communication çankırı escort bayan issues! That won’t do. If I am to really be your Queen, I need to work on my communication with you lesser folk don’t I? Hmm?”

“My Queen?” he asks uncertainly.

“I need to send a message; one which clearly illustrates that I am not to be fucked with.” I pause, all sarcasm aside. “You’ll do nicely.”

* * * * *

After I’m finished with my ‘message’ I decide to leave him in the cavern to be found by his kin. A deadly calm has washed over me and I feel absolutely no remorse over what I have just done. In fact, I find the blood spattered cave chaotically beautiful. My dress has become more than just symbolic armour; it showcases fine smatterings of crimson death, painting me horrific. Nothing will stand in my way.

Have I finally proven to myself and soon the entire hordes of hell that I am a force to be reckoned with? No-one would think to challenge me after they find the scene I left waiting for them in my chambers. Not that I intend to be here for very long, but still, it pays to be prepared.

I open up the cave and leave it unsealed to make it easier for them to find my victim. With Asmodeus on my mind I walk the passage ways unhindered, as if they were leading me directly to him. Indeed, it isn’t long before I stop at the entrance of a large dining room.

Opulent as is possible in such a grungy setting, the room is as well decorated as a rich housewife’s would be. A large candle chandelier drips hot wax onto the massive stone table, forming a ring of miniature red stalagmites around the centrepiece; a metalwork sculpture of a woman in the throes of pleasure. The detail is exquisite.

The naked figure is kneeling; her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth is opened in an eternally silent scream of ecstasy. One delicate hand caresses a silver breast while the other is pressed firmly against her mound. Two fingers disappear into the life-like metal folds. As I examine her, I feel as if I am a goddess, watching over little humans and witnessing a real event, frozen in time. The image is so realistic and erotic that my clit twitches and a small shudder rolls through me.

“Do you like it, my love?” Asmodeus’ voice startles me. “My thoughts were on you as I created it.”

My heart races as I meet his gaze and my breasts heave as excitement tickles my belly. He is waiting at the end of the huge table, as beautiful as ever, leaning against an iron dining chair. Even more startling than his voice, is his state of dress. Instead of his usual, stark nakedness, I am pleasantly surprised to see that my demon King has decided to play dress up with me. He’s wearing a black suit and dress shirt, with a red tie tucked into a vest with silver trimmings. He looks mouth-wateringly delicious.

All thoughts of defiance or escape flee my mind. Without hesitation, I cross the room in a few brisk strides and wrap myself around his hard body. Running my hand down his side and feeling bold, I reach down and squeeze his perfect ass through the soft material of his pants, while my body begins to heat up in anticipation.

“Well this is unexpected; I believe I have just been sexually assaulted.” His laugh is masculine and sexy beyond all reason.

Chuckling, my King lowers his head down to mine and pulls me in for an enthralling kiss. When we break apart, I am drunk from it, giddy and aroused. Before I can jump him again, he pushes me back gently and eyes me appreciatively from head to toe.

“This dress is quite becoming on you, dear one. I see you have made good use of your recently acquired power. The make-up is a charming touch… As is the blood.” His tone is amused; clearly he doesn’t care that I’ve just slaughtered one of his minions.

“Thank you,” I reply, as casually as he had spoken, “You don’t look so bad yourself. Would you like to know why I murdered one of your kin?”

“Please, do confess my pet. I am sure the tale is quite fascinating.”

“That it is. The little fucker tried to rape me.” I wait for this to sink in.

His smile drops quickly and his eyes spark. His playfulness is replaced by a scorching anger, so hot it would wilt a desert flower. The very ground we stand on rumbles and cracks and his fury unleashes his tremendous power. Anticipating this reaction, I step closer to him and place my palm against his chest, rubbing it soothingly and standing on tip-toes to whisper reassuring words into his neck.

“Don’t panic my King; I can handle myself.”

He reigns in his fury long enough to regain his composure and stop the quaking he’s subjected the cavern to. Releasing a gruff, ragged breath, the demon’s eyes soften as he gazes down at me and pulls me into a tighter embrace. Drawing back, with a hand on my shoulder he caresses my face and watches me with an expression of such pure love that I almost can’t stand it.

“If anything were to happen to you, my love… Or to…”

He breaks off in mid sentence, turning away from me.

Heart-broken at seeing my lover looking so dejected, I draw closer to him, running my fingers firmly down his muscular back.

“I’m fine, really. Look at me.” I push his arm gently, knowing that I could never use brute strength to get him to turn around.

Persuasion works though, and he turns back toward me.

“See? Not even a scratch.”

“And I suppose your new healing abilities had nothing to do with that?” he asks, anger only barely concealed.

“That helped of course, but to be honest the only thing bothering me physically at the moment are these stupid dry contact lenses.” I rub my burning eyes as I say this.

“Allow me,” he replies, cupping my face in his hands.

Pleased to be getting a reaction out of him, I smile and lift my face up to his.

“Close your eyes.”

Confused, I do. Soft lips press tenderly onto my eye-lids, one at a time. When I feel him drawback, I open my eyes again, only to find much to my disappointment, that the contacts are as painful and hindering as ever. Even worse, they’ve made my vision even blurrier.

“Um, I don’t think that worked,” I whine, rubbing my eyes hard.

“Remove those infernal lenses.”

Carefully, I do as he commands and am astonished to find that without my contacts I can see perfectly! Cursed with short sighted vision ever since I was thirteen, this is the first time in years that I can see clearly unassisted. Only people with surgically corrected vision would understand how truly liberating this is. Without hesitation I flick the soft plastic – which I had relied on so heavily these past years – from my fingers and marvel at the beautiful clarity in which I now see the world.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I meet my demon’s gaze again.

“Anything, my love,” He swears as he strokes my hair lightly.

Anything? Could it really be that simple?

“Let me go home?” I ask in a small voice.

“Anything but that; I cannot let you leave.” His voice is hard and sharp.

Damn, I should have known. Silly me, stupid hope. More stinging and blurriness hinder my vision but this time it has nothing to do with contact lenses.

Sighing softly, Asmodeus wipes my tears away.

“Come now,” he chastises gently, “You must be hungry.”

Wow, now that was a subtle subject shift. Sniffling once, I remember my steel reserve and embody my earlier calm. Now is not the time to lose it; back to my original plan.

“I’m not hungry,” I lie, “Why don’t we skip straight to dessert?”

I reach for his leather belt.

It doesn’t take much persuasion on my part to convince my lover to take us back to his throne room. Along the way we leave a trail of clothing – mostly his – strewn on the hard earth, as I rip off each piece with relish. I’m not going to lie; although phase one of my plan involves seducing the demon of lust himself, that doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself a little. Tearing away at each other’s clothing is a fun little chore as we head over to the bed.

When we finally reach it, I admit that I am hungry, but for something a little more bestial than food. I devour escort çankırı his lips and drink in his lust, no longer the helpless virgin from the night before. I’m a stone-cold killer, a real femme fatale and I need a strong man to keep up with me. I push him forcefully toward the soft mattress and bless him, he lets himself flop down. A greedy smile plays on my lips as I take him in, in all his glory, lying spread-eagle across the bed, his erection at attention.

Mine. The thought flits through my mind and begins a hostile take-over, infecting every other belief I hold dear. Nothing else is important while he uses my lust against me and maddeningly, all that I care about right now is that the demon king is mine and mine alone.

I jump onto the bed without fear and climb over his taunt body, my hips straddling his. Slowly I position my entrance over his engorged penis and lean forward until my breasts brush against his chest. I lower my head further still and bite his lips in my eagerness. I want to take control tonight.

As my tongue lashes his, I impale myself slowly with his member. That wonderful heat and feeling of fullness makes me sigh with utter bliss. I ride him slow at first, then grind my hips forcefully against his, tossing my head back with delight; moaning and squeezing my eyes shut as I feel every rub of his sensitive flesh against mine. I curl my back, dipping my face down to meet his again and all the while I don’t lose the beat, making sweet music with my body strumming his.

Strong hands grip my ass from both sides, kneading them hard before they move up to my waist. I gasp as he thrusts his hips up suddenly, his hands on my waist pulling me down. I cry out helplessly as the pleasure smothers and burns me at the same time. The blazing heat of his shaft spreads through me as a hard thrust batters the raw nerves within me. Dizzy in my climbing ecstasy, I let him take control again, possessing the strength to do nothing other than to brace my arms against his shoulders as an earth-shattering orgasm consumes me. My cry of passion sounds through the room like a Valkyrie’s call to battle and once again, the cave shivers against my power.

Asmodeus turns us over swiftly, covering my shuddering frame with his solid body. I slap his chest with unconcealed displease at having been denied my chance to dominate him for once. I’m about to demand my rightful place astride him when the first boulder slams into his back, sending shockwaves through us both. Fuck.

“I’m sorry!” I cry into his ear as more and more of the cave’s ceiling assails my lover.

“Do not worry, my love, it was but an accident.” He grunts as a large chunk of heavy rock slams into his shoulder blade.

Horrified, I bring my hand out from under the shield that is his bulk; if I could start such a hailstorm of boulders then I must certainly be able to stop it. I take a deep breath and focus what is left of my energy, willing the deadly shower to an end. When it stops, my lover continues his vigorous propelling as if suffering a stoning is a normal occurrence during sex. My concern is forgotten in a matter of seconds as my lust builds again. This time, instead of playing with me, Asmodeus keeps up his superb pace and climax again with ease.

Spent, with my tireless lover still pounding away at my pleasantly aching body, I drift into a state of semi-consciousness, staring at the beautiful demon through heavy lidded eyes and gripping his arms weakly, letting the sensations wash over me. I reach another peak before Asmodeus is done and finally slump beneath him in relief. He eases down beside me, his movements stiff and his back rigid.

Struggling out of my after-sex haze, I turn to him and gasp when I take in the ghastly sight of large purple bruising, standing out sickeningly well against his dark skin. I rub over them gently, whipping my hand back when he winces.

“I’m so sorry, Asmodeus. I didn’t mean to-“

“Do not dwell on your mistakes; for they are easily mended,” he interrupts, “these will disappear as I sleep. Moreover, my pet, I consider these love marks.”

He laughs so heartily that I can’t help but join in.

I quit laughing abruptly however when a sharp pain assaults my lower abdomen. The pressure is so sudden and so strong that I curl into myself, tears stinging my eyes and bile burning my throat. Asmodeus’s large warm hands are on my back and shoulder, soothing me as hurt increases. I feel as if I’m being sawn in half from the inside. Sobs of utter hopelessness stick in my throat, as every tiny movement increases the horror within me. Even sitting deathly still does nothing to alleviate my suffering. I moan my lovers name and feel him stroke my hair in response.

Why isn’t he helping me?

The agony lasts for hours, I know, as I feel every excruciating second. In all that time, kicked, screamed, swore, paced around the bed and lay writhing on the hard floor while the demon king watched. I think I truly hated him then.

Finally, after all my suffering I crawl back onto the bed, lying on top of the covers, drenched in sweat and too exhausted to do anything other than sleep.

* * * * *

When I wake, the pain is gone and Asmodeus is still beside me, rubbing pacifying circles over my tummy. Irritated, I shove his hand away and launch off the bed. He sits up and shoots me a look of resigned weariness, as if he knows exactly what is to come.

Too fucking right he should know.

“How could you just lie there and watch?!” I scream, seething at the man who confessed his love to me then watched me suffer.

“There was nothing I could do,” he replies evenly, rising from the bed to stand before me.

“Nothing? There was nothing you could DO?! I have seen the extent of your power my King,” I spit the words at him, “And I know that if anyone could have helped me, it could have fucking been you!”

“Yours is an ailment only time will mend.”

“Oh, so you know what’s wrong and you still did nothing? You disgust me.” I turn away from him, unable to bear the sight of him so calm; it physically sickens me.

“There was nothing to be done, my Selena. This is your burden for the next nine days.”

“Days?!” I whirl around and face him again, desperately gripping his arms and wishing he’d take back the words, “I won’t survive nine days of this! What’s wrong with me?!”

He cups my cheek with his palm and the gesture is so calming that I can’t help leaning into his touch. He kisses my tear-stained face quickly but instead on answering my question, he asks one of his own.

“When you first used my power, love, did you wonder why it worked for you?”

“What does this have to-” I begin, scared, angry and confused.

“Answer the question,” he commands.

“I didn’t really think about it. Didn’t you somehow gift them to me?”

He flashes an infuriating little smile.

“That would be an accurate assumption.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?!” I yell, tired of his stupid games.

“Everything, my dear,” as usual, his answer is frustratingly vague.

Resisting the urge to crack a boulder over his head, I release a strained breath.

“Elaborate, please,” I plead through gritted teeth.

“It is really very simple my sweet, only those possessing my blood may possess my power.”

“So what? Because I bit you, I’ve got powers all of a sudden? What’s that got to do with the pain?”

“It takes more that the consumption of blood to grant the drinker permanent or strong magic – although, that does give one limited and temporary use of my power.”

“Quit with the mind games! Can’t you just speak plainly to me? I’m freaking out and I do not need this right now,” my voice breaks on the last word.

His gaze softens and he watches me with an expression of mild sympathy.

“Have you forgotten already, my love, why I stole you away? My power only channels strongly through those of my blood – or those carrying it within.”

He presses a hand over my womb; gently, possessively, as realization finally dawns on me. My throat closes with sorrow and shock, but I swallow it down. Really, how could I not have seen this coming? A voice at the back of my mind answers for me; of course I expected it, just not this soon…

I’m pregnant. This is not part of the plan.

Continued in Part Five

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Thanks so much for keeping up with this story and dealing with my mistakes and typos with grace. My goal is to write up at least one new part for each week, I would like to do one every other day but my time has become limited of late with trying to graduate. So bear with me and thanks so much. Your honest opinions, ideas, and thoughts are always welcome in the comments below.
I also apologize for the lack of steamy sex in this chapter, I wrote this part in an attempt to explain the feelings and emotions Devin and I went through, as it isn’t all beautiful and fun sex. However there is still sex towards the end of this part, just bear with me. The next part will be better. kisses x

My date with Grant went as expected. He was funny, uplifting, and supportive as always. Grant and I didn’t have a physical relationship. We kissed maybe three times since out relationship began two years previous and we never had sex. Ever. Holding hands was okay, though it only happened on rare occasion and it never occurred to me that this was strange.

However the next evening at school when I saw Sarah and Devin kissing beside the gym building I I couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. I understood Grant’s moral standards and strive for integrity, we had talked about it many times, but were we so different? Grant wouldn’t sleep with a girl until he was married and here I was fucking my brother every chance I got. How long could I get away with it, and what would happen if he found out? Maybe I should stop having sex with Devin for Grant’s sake.

I looked up from my place on the bench over to Sarah and Devin again wrinkling my nose. Their kissing had become heavier now and hands were roaming. I thought about walking over there to interrupt them, then decided that was too pathetic.

“Get a room.” Miranda mumbled beside me glaring in the direction of Devin. I sighed and grabbed my water
bottle. “Talk about PDA.”

“I wonder why guys like her.” I say referring to Sarah.

“Because she is blond.” Miranda replies stealing my water bottle. “And she has big tits and a head full of
spitefulness and air.” As if on cue Devin reaches for Sarah’s chest much as he had mine just the night
before. I feel a spike of anger in the center of my heart. Doesn’t he know that I can see him? That I would be
jealous?

“Haws! Jacobs! Get your asses on the track!” Coach calls snapping me out of my thoughts. I shrug off my
vest and begin to run the mandatory four miles. I am distracted the whole time and I do my best to keep out
of my thoughts but soon find that biilecik escort outrunning them isn’t really a possibility.

“Haws!” Coach calls across the field. “Pick up your speed!” I glare at him and from the corner of my eye I
see Devin look up at his last name being called. Sarah has her hands under his shirt and he looks at me
and our eyes meet. I glare at him but am too far away for him to notice, but he must know that I’m not happy
because he takes Sarah’s hand and they walk back towards the school parking lot.

At home after I take a quick shower I put on some Johnny Cash and sulk in my room. It seems I do I lot of that lately. I text Grant who doesn’t respond then Miranda who texts back that she is busy. I try reading my book but after reading the same paragraph over for the sixth time I give up tossing it onto the floor.
There is a soft knock at my door and I don’t bother to reply.

“Kas.” Devin says on the other side. “Let me in.”

“I want to be alone.” I say then childishly curl up with a pillow.

“We need to talk Kas.” He says. I don’t reply and for a moment I think he has given up and gone away. “Kas.
Give me five minutes, then I promise if you want me to go I’ll leave you alone.” He says with a more
pleading tone.

I sigh then shuffle to the door and unlock it, but don’t bother to open it. I retreat to my bed and wait for him to
realize I’d invited him in. Devin slowly opens the door and walks in looking at me with uncertainty as if trying
to gauge my mood, then closes the door behind him. He walks over to the bed and slides next to me
schooching me over with his hip and I reluctantly comply giving him space.

He surprises me by grabbing my hips, lifting me, and placing me on his lap. He rests his chin on the top of
my head and pulls me close and I can’t help but feeling a little better, even though I really would like to stay
mad at him.

“Are you okay?” He asks his voice muffled slightly in my hair.

“No.” I decide to answer truthfully. He sighs already knowing what has me upset. He is silent a moment
trying to figure out what to say.

“You know I love you right Kas?” He asks. I nodded slightly and a tension I hadn’t felt before leaves his body
allowing him to relax a little. Did he really think I would let him off that easy?

“Do you love Sarah too?” I ask and the tension instantly returns. He wisely doesn’t immediately reply and instead thinks about his answer.

“Yes. I love Sarah too.” He says and I feel my previous disappointment return. I start to pull escort bilecik away from him
but he holds me tighter.

“Kas-”

“Why?” I demand. “Sarah is a such a whore.” I say then wince at the words almost regretting them. Almost.

Devin sighs. “Sarah is…” He stops to think. “Sarah has had a hard time of it. She isn’t as bad as you and
Miranda make her out to be.” He says and I roll my eyes and pull away.

“I should make you choose.” I say bitterly without meeting his eyes.

“Kas please don’t. I-”

“I won’t.” I say cutting him off. “But only because I know Sarah isn’t worthy of your high feelings towards her.”
I pause to let that sink in then add, “But you will use protection when you fuck her.” Devin has the decency to flush slightly and shift the tiniest bit.

“She takes birth control.” He mumbles.

“I don’t care!” I shout then quickly look at the door remembering that Carol is home. “If you love me, you will
do that for me. And in return I won’t have sex with Grant….without Protection.” I say aware that Grant and I will probably never have sex but knowing Devin won’t argue with it. He nods silently and looks away biting down on his lower lip in thought. Again I desperately wish I had someone to talk to and consult with my relationship with Devin, something was wrong, aside from the fact that he was my brother and any real
relationship was impossible.

“Is this just sex?” I ask not harshly.

Devin looks up at me regretfully but looks away to reply. “That’s all it can be Kassidy.”

I nod at the bitter truth. “Okay.” I say with blunt simplicity and he looks at me at me sadly .

“You know it’s complicated.” He pleads with me to understand not realizing that I already do, I just wish that
I didn’t.

“Yet, you seduced me anyway.” I mutter bitterly and he slumps back looking down. We stay silent a moment
not looking at each other and I fight with the cruelty within me finally giving up to it. I sit up on my knees and
yank my shirt off over my head causing Devin to look up at me sharply.

“What are you doing?” He asks carefully.

“You said it can only be about sex.” I state flatly careful not to let any sort of emotion into my voice. “Fine. I want sex.”

“Kas please don’t do this.” He pleads with me but I am already working the zipper on my jeans and shoving
them down my hips. “Oh god.” He says and closes his eyes to fight with his mind. I straddle him then reach
between us to unzip him not giving him a chance to really think. He groans as I pull him out and bilecik escort bayan I am not
the least bit surprised to find him already hard, but I do bitterly wonder if it’s for me or his earlier make-out
session with Sarah.

“Kas-” He starts but it turns to a low groan as I slide down onto him taking all of him in on one fast move.
I’m nearly mindless with the sudden feel of his cock inside me and I pause a moment just to feel it. He looks at me pained but his body works against him and he thrusts his hips up to me grinding our hips together. I decide treat this as ‘just sex’ and begin to move at a sensual pace taking him in and building on my forced arousal not really caring if he is really enjoying it. Though a throaty groan tells me he is enjoying it but the look on his face tells me he wishes he was stronger to withstand.

“I didn’t lock the door.” He says and I look over at it carelessly.

“Then be quiet.” I whisper and begin working my hips faster. He pulls my hips closer to try and control my movements but I work against him at my own erratic pace. I can hear the wetness of my arousal as he slides in and out of me and hope Carol isn’t close enough to hear but I don’t care enough to stop.

I build up to the edge of my orgasm and it is so sharp that I bite down on my lip to keep from whimpering. Devin pulls me closer breathing hard and I rest my chin on his shoulder and cling to him tightly. I cry out with my fast orgasm and bite into Devin’s shoulder to muffle the sound, he clutches me closer and I feel his muscles tense as he releases into me. It’s fast and hard, but gone before I could fully enjoy it and there is no afterglow.

I come down from my high and feel my body jerk with a unexpected sob and once I start I can’t stop. Devin slows his breathing but keeps me pulled tightly against him smoothing over my hair in an attempt to be soothing. I continue to cry into his shoulder not sure what exactly I am crying over but decide it must be a little over everything but mostly mixed confused emotions. I discover that though my orgasm had been hard and fast it was not satisfying and with the lack of passion and enjoyment it seemed almost wrong.

I pull away from him after a long silent of gathering my emotions, and nearly jump at the feel of his hot cum sliding out of me and down the insides of my thighs. I catch it with my T-shirt before it hits my bed and let myself revel in the fact that this is one thing Sarah cannot have. I wipe my nose with the back of my hand and silently get dressed as Devin get’s off of the bed tucking himself back into his jeans. We don’t say a word but he stops before he walks out the door as if he wanted to. He doesn’t and I find myself more miserable than before as he shuts the door softly behind him.

To be continued…. xxx

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An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 09

“Melody, you almost finished packing?” Mike asked.

“Yep! All set!” she replied, carrying a backpack and rolling suitcase.

As they prepared to begin the long drive to Orange Beach, Mike was treated to the sight of Melody in a sexy, summer travel outfit. She wore a plain white tank top with spaghetti straps, her cleavage barely contained within it. As his eyes traveled further south, her cutoff daisy dukes and flip-flops were playful and tantalizing; she wore her shorts low on her hips, baring a bit of her midriff and slightly exposing the top of her thong rising above her glorious ass. A pair of stylish sunglasses rested on top of her head, and her gorgeous red hair, still in its longer length, was wrapped tightly into a beautiful single braid.

“Damn… I love warm weather,” Mike said.

Giggling, she replied, “Just wait ‘til you see what I got in my bag.”

As he finished packing his bag, Mike suddenly remembered something he had forgotten. “Oh! Can’t forget the sunblock. I turn into a lobster otherwise…”

“You know that’s unnecessary, right?” Melody asked.

“Really?”

“Yep. Keeping you healthy from all harmful diseases and ailments includes sunburn and protection from ultraviolet radiation,” she said with a smile.

“Well then, let’s get the hell outta here,” he said, zipping up his suitcase.

Stepping outside to a perfectly sunny mid-June day, the couple threw their bags into Mike’s CR-V and began the long drive south. Along the way, the traffic was lighter than usual, however, Mike suspected that would change the closer they came to the coast. Their drive was accompanied by mash-ups of Mike’s favorite playlists, spanning all of his favorite styles: country, classical, jazz, and movie soundtracks. After three hours, they took a break for lunch at a Wendy’s before continuing the journey. As they got back onto the interstate, Melody started getting friskier, playfully running her fingers on Mike’s leg and through his hair occasionally. Eventually deciding to have some fun, she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to him, unzipping the fly of his khaki shorts carefully.

“Wha… what are you doing?” Mike protested.

Giggling, she replied innocently, “If you must know, I am trying to suck your cock.”

“Seriously, Melody. That’s extremely dangerous while I’m driving.”

“Then don’t drive. Let go of the wheel, and take your foot off the gas. My protection powers will do the rest.”

Hesitating, he asked, “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she whispered seductively into his ear. “Trust me.”

Slowly, Mike took his foot off of the gas pedal, and found that the car safely maintained its speed. He took his hands off the wheel, and saw that it still turned slightly on its own, making slight corrections as if he were still driving. Now feeling much more at ease, he leaned over and kissed Melody for several long seconds, which was a strange feeling with the car in motion.

“What if a cop sees us?”

“They won’t. We are protected by my anonymity powers, to ensure they don’t see the car driving itself, or what I’m doing to you,” Melody replied.

Relaxing himself completely, Mike sat back in his seat as Melody finished unzipping his fly, gently pulling out his hardening cock. She flipped her long, braided hair to one side, driving him wild with lust and giving Mike a perfect view of her work. Keeping his cock pointed straight up with one hand, she slowly began to work his tip with her lips and tongue. As she swirled her tongue, she started taking more of his length into her mouth, up to about five inches. Settling in at that depth, she masterfully sucked his member using a moderate pace with an enormous amount of suction. Occasionally, she held him still in her mouth while moaning, the vibrations of her muffled voice only arousing him further.

Mike was in heaven. He had the most beautiful creature in the universe spoiling him with every guy’s fantasy, and he didn’t even have to power through it to concentrate on driving. As he enjoyed the scenery of south Alabama, he noticed a pickup truck moving around them to pass. Seeing that the truck was high enough that the occupants would be able to see everything that was going on, Mike decided to warn Melody, just to be safe.

“There’s a truck about to pass us, and I think it’s tall enough for them to see in here.”

Just put your hand on the steering wheel and pretend you’re driving. I can prevent them from seeing what I’m doing to you, but… would it be ok if we allowed them to see the show? She asked seductively. I do not sense any danger in doing so.

Thinking momentarily, Mike decided, “Why not?”

Melody redoubled her efforts as the truck approached. As it pulled alongside, Mike could definitely tell that it was high enough to see directly into the cab of his CR-V. Playing it cool, he pretended to drive as Melody suggested, and glanced to his side casually. As he did so, he caught sight of the passenger in the truck beside them: a girl, maybe his age, almost as beautiful as Melody herself. She had honey-brown hair that seemed to feather out to the sides slightly, and her gorgeous locks were complemented beautifully by her tight sky-blue tank top. The girl instantly saw what was going on, and smiled with an aroused look on her face, flashing a thumbs-up as the truck began to pass. Melody looked up momentarily and smiled at the girl, winking seductively before resuming her sucking. A few playful honks from the truck’s driver, and they had moved ahead of Mike. Before they drove into the distance, Mike was able to make out their rear license plate: TIL DAWN.

By now, Mike’s orgasm was fast approaching. As Melody increased the speed of her bobbing, she swirled her tongue around his cock frantically. When she felt him reach the point of no return, her pace slowed dramatically, her lips sealed tightly around him so that she could milk every drop of his seed, slowly and firmly sucking him from base to tip as he sprayed his load down her throat in ecstasy. After cleaning him up with one last suck, she gently guided his member back into his pants and zipped up his fly, patting his crotch softly after finishing.

After catching his breath momentarily, Mike asked, “Did… you know that girl?”

“Nope,” Melody replied with a giggle. “Apparently I just love showing off just how hot for you I am.”

Resuming control of the car, Mike mused, “No complaints here.”

By this time, they were nearing the coast, encountering the increased traffic that came with the territory. Making slow, yet steady progress, they drove along the main strip running parallel to the beach, scouting out restaurants and fun things to do during their vacation. Finally, the couple arrived at their destination: a small complex of townhouses right off the beach.

“Oh, wow! These look really nice,” Melody marveled.

“Yep. I’m glad Mom’s friend offered their place to us; this’ll be much more intimate and fun than a hotel room,” Mike agreed.

Walking up the steps and unlocking the front door, they stepped into the cozy, two-bedroom townhouse. Exploring the home, they found it to be wonderfully furnished with updated appliances and marble flooring. One of the counters in the kitchen contained an outlet for iPod hookups, which connected to a speaker system that could play throughout the entire house. Looking out the kitchen window, they could easily see the communal swimming pool that the ten townhouses shared. However, the owners of this house had installed their own personal hot tub on the outside deck; Melody grinned mischievously upon realizing that it was positioned on the deck with privacy in mind.

The upstairs was much more intimate than the open floor plan of the main level, being carpeted with a simple, L-shaped hallway leading to each of the two bedrooms, as well as the guest bathroom. The pair entered the master bedroom, finding a king-sized bed and the attached master bath. The room was decorated in a variety of framed seashells and other nautical items. As Melody immediately went to relieve herself in the restroom, Mike walked through a pair of curtained doors leading to a small outside deck. Checking his phone’s compass app, he could tell that it faced west.

Perfect, he thought with a grin.

Though Jane had insisted they eat out to their hearts’ content, Mike and Melody were determined to eat at home at least a few times during their stay. After unpacking their bags, Mike checked his phone for coupons to various places nearby. As it neared dinnertime, they used a buy-one-get-one coupon to get a couple of pizzas from Papa John’s, eating part of the first pizza for dinner that night; the leftovers would feed them for lunch for the next couple of days. As they ate, they watched Goldfinger on the fifty-inch flat screen TV in the main living room. Melody’s first reaction to young Sean Connery as James Bond was quite predictable.

“He’s hot…”

“Yeah, all you gals say that about him,” Mike said, rolling his eyes.

Giggling, she replied, “Still, he’s got nothing on you.”

After finishing the movie, Melody suggested they go for a relaxing, evening swim, to which Mike excitedly agreed. He changed into a pair of navy blue swim trunks, while Melody emerged from the restroom in a shamrock green halter-top bikini. It was a bit more modest than Mike expected, but still gorgeous nonetheless. Melody assured him that she had far skimpier swimsuits for the rest of the week.

As they made their way out to the pool at the back of the small complex, the couple was pleased to find that they had the water to themselves. Though the sun had long gone down, the June air was still quite hot, and the cool water of the swimming pool felt wonderful aksaray escort as they entered through the steps in the shallow end. Melody was particularly enjoying the experience, as she had never been swimming before. Despite this, she was a very capable swimmer, floating around the pool with little effort; it came very naturally to her.

After swimming around separately for a few minutes, the pair met back up in the middle of the pool, continuing to swim while never breaking contact with each other. They kissed tenderly at every opportunity, hugging and embracing every time they reached a wall. Soon, their playful kisses turned into full-blown make out sessions, Melody fondling Mike’s package all the while. Breaking their kiss momentarily, Mike decided to ensure they had all the time they wanted.

“I wish for nobody to come to the pool area until after we’ve left.”

Tingle. Flash.

“Done. There is now a temporary magical barrier around the pool area that will cause anyone who approaches to temporarily forget where there were going,” Melody replied.

“Nice,” Mike replied with a grin. “Can you also make sure we don’t… contaminate the pool? Wouldn’t want to be rude or anything.”

“Of course,” she responded with a seductive grin.

Making their way back to the shallow end, Melody sat on the entry stairs while Mike floated over her, taking her in his arms and kissing her lovingly. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, he slid his hands higher, undoing the bow of her halter-top. Breaking from her lips, he moved lower, kissing her neck and shoulders before peeling off the straps of her bikini top, revealing her perfect breasts. Though he had gazed on them many times before, the sight of her pale, pink nipples being lightly splashed by the pool water was unbelievably erotic. After untying the chest strap of her top, it was finally off completely, tossed aside onto the pool deck.

Continuing to move his kisses southward, Mike now focused his attention on her milky white globes, floating on the water’s surface. Taking one into his mouth gently, he began to stimulate her nipple with his tongue, slowly increasing the speed and forcefulness of his licks as she cooed in approval. After a couple of minutes, he then turned to her other breast, repeating the process all over again. By the time he was done, Melody was moaning in pure pleasure. Knowing she was close to orgasm, Mike redoubled his efforts, returning to her left breast while continuing to stimulate her right with his hand and fingers. As her moans turned into breathless gasps, Melody grabbed onto the aluminum handrail attached to the steps. Mike increased his stimulation, causing her to buck and splash uncontrollably, finally bringing her to her long-awaited orgasm. Riding out the spasms and moaning in ecstasy, she finally collapsed, relaxing back on the steps as she panted and heaved, just trying to catch her breath. Mike watched her with a huge smile on his face all the while, enjoying the rise and fall of her glorious tits as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

Mike leaned over her to kiss her lovingly, whispering as they parted, “You ready for more?”

“Yes, please,” she replied in anticipation.

“Good,” Mike continued with a wicked grin on his face.

Studying his face momentarily, Melody said, “You’re thinking something, aren’t you?”

Nodding, he stated, “I wish to make love to you underwater.”

Melody’s eyes lit up at this prospect, excited by Mike’s creative wish. She stood, taking his hand in hers, and began to make her way towards the deep end. As they slowly walked, she turned to face him, walking backwards with a seductive look on her face as she led him deeper. Reaching the eight-foot section, they could no longer stand, so Melody led them to the nearest wall, and began to explain the specifics of Mike’s wish to him.

“While we’re underwater, just breathe normally; I’ll take care of the rest. Also, I will decrease our natural buoyancy, to make it easier for us to remain close enough for sex while underwater, although we can still swim around as we please. How does that sound?”

Kissing her sweetly, he replied, “Absolutely perfect.”

Tingle. Flash. “Done.”

Together, they swam out to the deepest part of the pool at twelve feet deep, gazing into each other’s eyes with lust and anticipation. After treading water momentarily, Melody slowly slipped below the surface, grinning seductively all the while. Mike followed quickly, instinctively holding his breath as he floated down to the floor of the pool. Once he was underwater, however, he immediately noticed the effects of his wish. He could breathe completely naturally, feeling as if he had his own personal pocket of air around his mouth and nose. It was a very strange, yet fun sensation. Additionally, his vision underwater wasn’t blurry in the least, being able to easily make out Melody’s stunning body.

As he stood on the floor of the pool, he could immediately feel that he didn’t have to work to keep his feet planted on the ground; it was almost as if gravity had increased slightly. Approaching Melody, her gorgeous red hair floated all around her, reminding him of Ariel from The Little Mermaid. She smiled as he wrapped her in his arms, squishing her exposed breasts against his chest. They simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several minutes, together taking in the ethereal sensations of this new environment.

As Mike looked around the pool, Melody drew close and began to softly kiss his neck, causing his eyes to flutter closed, a blissful look on his face. Moving her hands lower as she kissed him, she began to slip his trunks down, kneeling slightly to complete the job, since there wasn’t the usual gravity to help. After Mike stepped out of them, Melody tossed them aside, letting them float back to the surface. As she stood, she gave his hardening cock a couple of gentle strokes to bring him to full attention.

Mike again wrapped her in a loving embrace, moving his hands down to her bikini bottoms. Aiming for the knots on either side of her waist, he expertly unraveled them, allowing the green material to join his trunks on the water’s surface. Mike spent the next few minutes fingering Melody to ensure she was properly lubricated for him. Gazing at him seductively, she allowed herself normal buoyancy to float up slightly and wrap her legs around Mike’s waist.

As she held his shoulders securely, Mike slowly guided her onto his thick shaft, beginning to thrust into her. Her lightness in the water made it very easy for him to pump at a leisurely pace, never tiring from holding her up. A moment later, he thrust his cock completely into her, holding himself deep inside her pussy as she gaped in pleasure. He continued his moderate strokes for several minutes more before withdrawing, kissing Melody as he exited. Deciding to have a little more fun with her powers in this environment, Mike placed her back on the floor of the pool before floating up a bit, about halfway between the floor and the surface.

Melody joined him as they swam leisurely around the deep end, kissing each other at every opportunity. Soon, they ended up face-to-face, Mike floating above Melody as if they were lying in bed missionary-style. He kissed her lovingly before flicking her clit with his fingers, causing her to squirm in anticipation of the reintroduction of his cock.

Hold us here, he thought to her, trusting her to know what he meant.

Tingle. Flash.

Instantly, their floating became far less random, as if they actually were lying together on a bed. Moving into position over her, Mike took Melody’s cheek in his hand as he slid his cock back into her tunnel. Resuming his moderate thrusts, their lovemaking was accompanied by plentiful kissing, stroking, and fondling. Mike would occasionally squeeze her breasts, which usually brought about a playful pinch of his ass in retaliation. The sensation of having sex with this incredible woman while floating underwater, never needing to surface for air, was one of the most amazing feelings imaginable.

Before long, their mutual thoughts of the incredible environment they were in brought them close to a massive orgasm. Mike increased the speed of his thrusts, continuing to stimulate Melody’s nipples as he did so. She threw her head back in ecstasy, her deep red hair floating beautifully all around. Finally pounding his final ten strokes into her, the couple wordlessly climaxed together, gripping each other tightly, as there was nothing else around for them to grab onto. They held each other for several minutes more before finally surfacing.

“Holy shit! That was incredible!” Melody exclaimed as she broke the water.

“Uh huh,” Mike panted, catching his breath. “I just can’t believe I actually thought of that. Good thing, huh?”

Treading water close to him with a look of extreme desire and affection on her face, Melody giggled and replied, “Well I’m not surprised at all. Have I not said that you are a fun and creative master?”

“I seem to recall you saying that once or twice,” he shot back with his smartass grin.

Collecting their swimsuits, the couple redressed themselves in the shallow end before exiting the pool. They dried each other off, and then began the short walk back to the house. Arriving home, the pair was quite worn out from their swim, and watched a Seinfeld rerun in bed before dozing off in each other’s arms.

The next morning, the pair awoke around 8:00, wanting to get in a few hours on the beach before returning to the house for lunch. Before dressing for the beach, however, Mike took Melody to a family owned restaurant called Café Beignet. The owners originally hailed from New Orleans, and brought their signature pastries aksaray escort bayan to Orange Beach. They were immensely enjoyed by Melody, who described them as “easily one of the tastiest foods imaginable.” By the end of the meal, both of their faces were completely covered in powdered sugar.

Returning back to the townhouse, Mike changed into his army green swim trunks and a short-sleeved button up shirt. Deciding to leave the shirt unbuttoned for the walk to the beach, Melody whistled her approval, running her hands up his strong chest as she playfully inspected his beach look. Mike whimpered pitifully upon seeing that Melody had already put on a cover-up. Though it was quite sexy, being a flowing sundress made of pink, flowery fabric, he knew the glorious treasure that it concealed. Giggling seductively, she lightly kissed him before they grabbed their towels, chairs, and sunglasses for the beach.

As they crossed the wooden bridge leading to the beach, Mike kept glancing at Melody, waiting for her inevitable reaction to seeing the ocean for the first time. Stepping onto the white sand and reaching the top of a dune, Melody’s mouth instantly fell open; she was stunned at the vast expanse of water now stretching out in front of her. Slowly walking down the sandy hill, she gripped Mike’s hand excitedly, taking in every sensation of this new experience. The smell of the salt, the sound of the crashing waves, seagulls in the distance, it was like she had suddenly entered another world.

Reaching a prime spot, they set up their folding chairs and towels. Mike slipped off his sandals and stuffed his button up shirt into Melody’s beach bag. As he turned to her, she smiled seductively, crossed her arms in front of her, and slowly peeled off her pink cover-up. Mike was speechless as she revealed one of the skimpiest, sexiest bikinis he had ever seen. It was her trademark black, with the tiniest strings imaginable holding up the top and G-string bottoms. Two patches of triangular fabric barely covered her incredible breasts as they bounced and jiggled with every step she took.

Sauntering up to him, she asked, “Like what you see?”

“You… are stunning. And you might cause a few heart attacks,” he said with a chuckle.

Seeing that a few of their fellow beachgoers had also noticed her attire, Mike grinned while glancing around him momentarily before deciding to mark his territory. Pulling Melody close, he planted a firm, passionate kiss on her lips, larger than he typically would in public. She didn’t complain one bit, though, running her hands up his arms and shoulders approvingly as their tongues danced.

As they parted, Mike smiled, saying, “Just gotta let every jock on this beach know that the hottest girl to ever set foot on this sand is all mine.”

Over the next two hours, the pair enjoyed lounging on the beach together, people watching, and splashing around in the surf. Melody’s squeals of joy upon first stepping into the Gulf of Mexico were incredible; the feeling of the waves running over her toes was one of the most wonderful sensations she had ever felt. After jumping waves, getting into splash wars, and dunking each other for an hour or so, they grew weary and decided to head in for lunch.

Stepping back into the air-conditioned townhouse immediately helped refresh the couple from the June heat. They remained in their swimsuits as they munched on the leftover pizza around the kitchen counter. After finishing their lunch, the pair investigated the shower in the master bath upstairs. Though the shower wasn’t quite as spacious as theirs, it was still quite a luxurious size, easily accommodating the two of them, as well as their extracurricular activities.

After a fun romp of doggy-style sex in the shower, Mike suggested they try out a putt-putt golf place they had seen on the way into town. He slipped on his button-up shirt and his khaki shorts, keeping the top two shirt buttons undone for some added sex appeal. Melody wore her daisy dukes with a bright red tank top, braiding her hair for a sporty look when combined with her sunglasses. As they drove, Mike lowered the windows and opened the sunroof, enjoying the sight of Melody’s braided hair blowing in the breeze.

Arriving at the amusement park, they were offered a choice of either a jungle themed course or a pirate themed course. Melody excitedly picked the pirate adventure, while Mike grabbed clubs and golf balls, blue for himself and black for Melody. Her competitive nature began to shine through once more, as she trash talked playfully throughout the first few holes. Unfortunately for her, Mike had become quite good at putt-putt golf over the years, and she quickly found herself down by three strokes by the end of the front nine. Changing her strategy to distraction tactics, she attempted to mount a comeback using her gorgeous figure and flirty personality to mess with his game. Though she was only moderately successful, with Mike managing to score no worse than par on the next eight holes, she managed to pull within a stroke of him as they approached the final hole.

The eighteenth hole was quite a challenge, being directly on top of the large pirate ship that the entrance to the park was built into. A large cannon stood in the middle of the ship, with the hole directly on the other side of it, resulting in a classic risk or reward scenario. As he had the overall lead, Mike played it safe, hitting his ball around the cannon and banking it off a nearby wall for a moderately easy five-foot putt for par. After sinking his putt, Melody studied the course for several long seconds before stepping up to her ball. With all the concentration she could muster, she hit the ball masterfully in-between the wheels of the cannon, slowly becoming more excited as the ball rolled closer to the hole. Though it slowed to an excruciating pace, the ball had just enough steam to dramatically fall into the cup for a hole-in-one.

“YES!!! In your face!” she playfully taunted, jumping up and down excitedly at having tied the game on the final stroke.

“Beginner’s luck,” Mike said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well then, how do we decide who buys ice cream?” she shot back.

“Hmm… alright then, without cheating, guess what I’m thinking right now.”

Studying his face intently for a few moments, she finally answered, “You’re picturing what I would have looked like jumping like I was while naked.”

“I… SAID NO CHEATING!” he stammered in mock rage.

“Ha! I win!” she crowed proudly.

“Ok, seriously, how’d you know that?”

“Aren’t you forgetting? I… know… you…” she whispered seductively.

Chuckling, he replied, “That you do.”

At the frozen yogurt stand downstairs, Melody chose a chocolate and vanilla swirl with sprinkles, while Mike opted for his standard vanilla cup. As high as the temperature was climbing, their frozen treats were the perfect counterbalance, refreshing them from being out in the sun most of the day. They spent the next couple of hours perusing some of the souvenir shops in town, with Melody focused on the many clothing options available. However, as they passed the toy section, Mike couldn’t resist grabbing a couple of wooden swords, tossing one to Melody, and dueling her right in the middle of the store. As their wooden blades locked together and they drew closer in their pretend struggle, Mike “won” the fight by poking his head through their swords and kissing Melody quickly on the nose, causing her to fall back in a complete giggle-fit.

At Melody’s suggestion, they looked for some gifts to bring back to Mike’s parents as thanks for sending them on the trip. For Brad, Mike found a CD of Jimmy Buffett’s greatest hits. Brad taught a spin class every other weekend at his gym, but frequently had trouble finding leisurely songs for the cool down portion of the workouts. Mike suspected the Buffett selections would work perfectly. After comparing several different styles, Melody helped Mike find a new cover-up for Jane, using her powers to be able to guess her size correctly. Made of light, airy fabric, the white garment was perfect for his mom’s style, hanging loosely from the shoulders with a single button as an option to close it in the front. Placing their purchases in the trunk of Mike’s car, they decided to start looking for a place to eat dinner.

Mike checked his phone for restaurant reviews, scrolling through several options before finding a small place nearby with multiple reviews describing it as the best seafood on the beach. Upon arriving in the parking lot, Melody was skeptical that they had the right place, as it was just a tiny sea-shack of a restaurant. Inside, however, the place was filled to capacity with people. Thankfully, a table for two opened up right as they entered, resulting in no wait for the couple. After studying the menu, both Mike and Melody decided on the fried shrimp basket, described in the reviews as their specialty. The food was easily some of the tastiest seafood Mike had ever eaten, and Melody was clearly now a fan of shrimp. After leaving a large tip on the table, the couple began the drive home. Upon arriving, they immediately went upstairs to relax on the huge bed, tired but very happy from the day.

“This vacation is exactly what I needed,” Melody sighed. “Especially since I get you all to myself.”

Kissing her cheek softly, he nodded in silent agreement. Looking out onto the small deck connected to the bedroom, they could see that the sun was beginning to set for the evening.

“Oh, wow… look at that,” Melody marveled. She opened the door and walked out on to the deck, feeling the warm breeze on her face and gazing out at the orange and blue sky. “It’s beautiful… a perfect end to a perfect day.”

Almost perfect, escort aksaray Mike thought to himself.

He slowly walked up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. Melody softly stroked his hands with her fingers, but felt an odd, metallic sensation as she did so. Looking down, her eyes widened as she gazed upon a diamond ring held between Mike’s fingers. Hearing her gasp, Mike whispered in her ear, “Melody… will you marry me?”

Slowly turning to face him, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she could only nod her affirmative as she worked to breathe. As the sun continued to fall in the sky, it’s orange light shimmered through her tears, literally causing her face to glow as they embraced. Regaining her senses, she finally managed to reply, “Yes… yes… yes, yes, YES!!! A million times yes!”

After kissing each other passionately for no less than five minutes, Mike took her left hand softly and slipped the ring onto her finger. As Melody examined it, she could see that it was beautiful, yet also simple and elegant. A white gold band now encircled her finger, with a tiny strip of diamonds extending from each side of the prongs. The prongs themselves extended up in a twisting, tulip style, and held a gorgeous, one-carat diamond, cut into a princess shape. She snapped back to reality as she heard a click; Mike had taken a picture of her as she examined the ring, completely lost in thought. The look of sheer joy on her face was unmistakable. Taking another picture of the ring on her hand, Mike texted it to his parents, with the title, “SHE SAID YES!!!” This was followed by the expected flurry of excited congratulatory responses, including one text from Jane to Melody.

Congratulations, Melody, and welcome to the family. I always wanted a daughter anyway!

Mike rolled his eyes at his mom, muttering about how she basically wished he had been a girl, eliciting several laughs from Melody. They continued texting all their friends, Melody contacting Darcy and Ashley, Mike his guy cousins and ASO friends. After nearly an hour of back-and-forth communications, everyone they knew would want to know had been brought into the loop.

“I think this calls for a little celebration,” Mike said with a grin.

“Got something in mind?”

“Uh huh. I wish for a chilled bottle of pinot grigio chardonnay and two glasses, so that I can spend a relaxing evening with my fiancé… perhaps in the hot tub downstairs?”

Tingle. Flash.

With a huge smile on her face, Melody took his hand, leading him down to the lower level deck. They found the bottle of wine in an ice bucket next to the hot tub with two glasses sitting beside it. Mike at first reached for his swimsuit, which was drying on the deck railing, until Melody grabbed his wrist gently and started kissing his neck from behind him.

“You’re the sweetest, but sometimes you can be a little dense,” she whispered seductively in his ear. “You really think you’re gonna need that?”

Giggling, she peeled off her red tank top and unhooked her bra, tossing them to the floor of the deck. After slowly sliding her daisy dukes and panties over her delightfully curvy ass, she stepped into the warm water and powered up the jets.

“You gonna join me, or just stare all night?” she asked lustfully.

Mike needed no more encouragement than that. Ripping off his clothes in record time, he entered the hot tub to sit next to Melody. After a short make out session, he reached over to the ice bucket and found a corkscrew in a pocket on the side of it. Melody watched intently as he twisted it into the top of the wine bottle, before pulling it open with a loud pop. He poured a serving in each glass and handed one to Melody, who immediately took a sip.

“Ooh, very nice… sweet, but with a hint of oak flavor,” she commented.

“Yep, one of my favorites. It’s always been my drink of choice for special occasions,” he agreed.

As they continued to drink their wine, the warm water was quickly making them both very frisky, Mike constantly staring at her incredible tits, just obscured by the steamy bubbles. The more he took her in, the more Melody teased him, caressing her nipples and running her feet up his thigh. Placing his glass on the deck behind them, Mike leaned forward, fondling her right breast while kissing her tenderly. She responded in kind, slipping her tongue into his mouth while running her fingers through his hair.

Parting momentarily, Mike said, “Just make sure to keep the tub clean, like with the pool last night.”

Smiling, she replied, “Absolutely. Now, shut up and keep kissing me…”

Pulling him in forcefully, they resumed their passionate make out session, laughing as the splashing bubbles occasionally tickled their faces. As Melody moved to straddle him, Mike began to stimulate her breasts and nipples with his tongue. As she purred in approval, he simultaneously fondled her ass cheeks under the water. This caused her to squirm and buck in pleasure, splashing him in the face every so often. Mike chuckled and increased the ferocity of his oral stimulation as she began to grind the entrance of her pussy against his rigid cock. Even in the warm water of the hot tub, Mike could easily feel how sopping wet she was, and moved his kissing up to her neck to drive her even crazier.

“Holy shit… please… don’t make me wait any longer… I need you…” she moaned in ecstasy.

Smiling with pride in causing her to beg for him, Mike placed his hands on Melody’s hips and gently guided her onto his cock, savoring her breathless gasps as he entered her. She began to leisurely bounce on him, using the water as a medium for an extremely relaxing lovemaking experience. Though Mike always turned Melody on, the combination of the wine and ring she now wore on her left hand had gotten her far hornier than normal.

“This is important,” she whispered playfully. “I’ve just agreed to be your wife. Which means… I need to show you just what’s in store for you… for the rest of your life…”

As she finished whispering to him, she nibbled his earlobe before beginning to kiss his neck sweetly. Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head, taking in every sensation of her touch, and he lightly stroked her hair approvingly. Melody now began to ride him more forcefully as she switched her kisses to the other side of his neck, giggling seductively in his ear at hearing his moans of pleasure. Taking his cheeks in her hands, she tilted his face up to hers and kissed him lovingly.

Egging him on, she purred, “You know what to do… you know you want to… cum for me… cum for your fiancé… please… fill… me… up…”

Breathing heavily and gripping the edge of the hot tub, he knew she had driven him over the edge. Groaning and gasping as her sweet pussy milked his cock, he finally let go and filled her womb, spraying rope after rope of his cum into her convulsing pussy. As she screamed in pleasure from their dual climax, the two lovers finally collapsed into each other’s arms, laughing and kissing as they basked in their afterglow. Relaxing together for another thirty minutes, the couple finally exited the hot tub and dried off before getting ready for bed.

Lying on the king-sized bed, Mike played around on his phone while Melody thumbed through her Bible, as she frequently did before bed. Momentarily glancing at her locket, Melody once again flipped to the verse engraved on the back of the locket, though she still found no additional significance in the words.

“Mike, didn’t you say this verse was from the Messiah?”

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s a huge piece, though, nearly three hours long, so there’s a lot of scripture contained in it,” he replied.

Thinking momentarily, she asked, “What would you say are the most famous parts of the piece?”

After a few moments of consideration, he said, “Off the top of my head, the most famous musical selection is the Hallelujah Chorus, though the most famous verse used would probably be Isaiah 9, verse 6.”

Turning to the appropriate page, Melody read aloud, “A child is born to us, a son is given to us, and authority will be on his shoulders. He will be named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.”

Nodding and smiling at the familiar words, Mike mused, “Isaiah may not be as frequently talked about as other prophets, such as Moses or Elijah, but his importance is undeniable. He was literally the prophet that foresaw the birth of the Son of God in human form and told of how it would happen.”

“Very cool,” Melody marveled. Placing her bookmark at the start of the book of Isaiah, she laid her Bible on the nightstand. “I’ll read more about him tomorrow. Sounds like an important person to be familiar with.”

After another embrace and tender kiss, they turned out the lights and began to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

*****

Where am I? What’s going on here?

Looking around, Melody could see nothing. There was simply darkness. In the distance, she heard voices. Slowly walking towards them, they became clearer. There was a man’s voice, angry and harsh. It spoke words of blame and accusation, the tone full of fury. In contrast, the voice was soon overtaken by the sound of an elderly man. The soothing words spoke of hope and encouragement, desperately trying to help someone.

Above it all came the sound of a woman, crying out in pain and agony. She sounded desperate for any help or hope that could lift her from her suffering. Though she still could not see the source of these screams, Melody ran towards the sounds nonetheless. The pain she sensed was unbearable; she wanted only to help. As she ran, she tripped and fell on her face, and the voices began to fade into the distance.

Please… please, just hang on… Melody whimpered, but no reply was heard. As the voices began to vanish, a final scream of agony was heard from the woman…

Looking up, Melody heard a different woman’s voice in her head.

This wish is your destiny…

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