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Chapter 5

The glassed-in shower enclosure for the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, or, as Gwen promptly informed Bailey and Jennifer, “Billy’s Room,” was huge; the four of us fit in it comfortably, with no crowding. The only ‘crowding,’ quite voluntary, found us rubbing together in slippery enjoyment.

I finally exerted my infinitesimal self-control, calling a halt to our fun. With only the cutest good natured grumbling, we rinsed off, dried each other, and dressed, finally meeting in the kitchen, clustering around the breakfast bar. Gwen served breakfast with Bailey and Jennifer’s help, spooning double portions of scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns on a plate for me while they ate a bit less. Quite a bit less! All the while giggling at my rapacious appetite.

When my hunger was sated and we were all sipping our after meal drinks, I dug out a cigarette. While Bailey lit it for me, Gwen walked over to the stack of newspapers in the corner saved for recycling. She dug through several days’ editions until she found what she was looking for. Folding the paper carefully, she set it in front of me, pointing to the several column wide picture. I looked and my jaw dropped. My cigarette dropped from nerveless fingers as I gaped at Gwen, saying incredulously, “That’s Rusty fucking Carlyle. What the fuck are you talking about?”

*****
I sat in utter consternation, reviewing my knowledge of Rutherford Forrestal ‘call me Rusty’ Carlyle. I took a swig of coffee and looked into their rapt expressions as I continued, “Senator Rutherford Forrestal ‘call me Rusty’ Carlyle, has become a contender in the presidential horse races. A Multi Hundred Millionaire, highly decorated Vietnam Veteran and Born Again fanatic, Rusty is a formidable candidate and a prodigious fundraiser. Senator Carlyle always scared me, by calling for religious fundamentalist involvement in setting ALL government policy. A scientist, he championed Intelligent Design. An Internet pioneer, he called for censorship of the Net with draconian penalties. Endorsed by NRA, VFW and various religious and family value groups. Rutherford Carlyle might be our next president.”

Jennifer Angel suddenly moved to hug me, saying softly, “Billy, are you all right with this Rusty person being your daddy?”

I shook my head, suddenly angry, saying sharply, “He ain’t my daddy. Fucking sperm donor. He was and is nothing. Gwen is my mother and father. Auntie Grace and my cousins with Gwen, they mean every goddamn thing to me. This asshole means NOTHING.”

I looked into their concerned faces after my tirade. I took a deep breath, calming myself, then said contritely, “I’m truly sorry. What I should have said was that Jennifer, Bailey, and Diana are also now part of my family and also mean a great deal to me. I can only say this is so new to me, I don’t always say the right things. Can you forgive me?”

With that said I had three bodies pressed against me, six arms holding me and it seemed a hundred lips kissing me as they were trying to hug, kiss and comfort me.

After things settled and Bailey had refreshed beverages, Gwen began relating her story with a very pained expression on her face. Jennifer and Bailey were quickly holding Gwen’s hands as she whispered in a halting voice, slowly gaining volume, “The Bar C connected is a vast spread west of the Missouri River overlapping the North and South Dakota border. There was no such border when Clan Carlyle came to the Dakota frontier, and bought the original one hundred-section land grant from the tribes. Dakota weren’t a territory. It wasn’t even part of the United States. Our Rocking H, right next door was tiny by comparison, eight hundred acres of mighty poor grazing but it was our home.”
She paused looking out the window, deep in recollection. With a wistful smile, she went on, “Grace and I were going to school in Bullhead, SD. Grace dropped out, pregnant. She married the Masterson fuckwit, who promptly got her pregnant again. Their relationship ended abruptly when he got drunk and beat her up. Once. We retaliated with me holding him at gunpoint, while Grace branded his ass with a red hot Rocking H iron. We moved her and the girls back to the Hadley Ranch.”

She took a deep breath pushing the rest out slowly, “Poppa died that spring, in a riding accident. It was left to Grace and I to run the place. Momma was pining, just wasting away. We soon found out it was Pancreatic Cancer. That’s when Rusty came into my life. We needed cash to tide us over — desperately. He saw the problem. Hired me to clean and help out in the kitchen and around the Bar adıyaman escort C homestead. I thought it was charity. It was. But with that needed charity was lust.”

Now Gwen was getting the rhythm as she continued, her voice stronger. “I was young, real young with my long legs, just growing into my boobs, and oh so cute. Mrs. Carlyle hated the ranch, so she always stayed in Washington or New York. Rusty seduced me. To tell the truth, I didn’t struggle too damn hard preserving my virginity. I became an apt pupil in the sexual arts for Rusty. We played out his kinks and twists. He’d snort coke off my belly then I’d fuck him with a strap on …”

She looked at our shocked faces and giggled, saying with a big grin, “…Then it just got really fucking depraved.”

We were shaking our heads as Gwen picked up the thread. “Rusty admitted that it was my age, combined with a young looking face, that was the attraction. He’d come to like the young stuff during his time in South East Asia. The very young stuff if you get my drift. He’d travel to Bangkok for his fun. Millionaire Rusty always found a veritable sexual smorgasbord.”

Now she smirked at us. “If you watch coverage of his arrivals at the airport, you’ll nearly always see a young, diminutive Asian girl attached to his entourage.”

Gwen’s expression shifted. Angry now. She almost snarled, “We’d been together and did everything. Of course he told me he loved me. So I had no problem telling him that somehow our protection had failed and I was pregnant. He stared at me for a moment, picked up his phone calling his business manager, turned and walked out of the room. I never met or spoke to him again. Rusty didn’t kiss me, hug me, or even say goodbye.”

*****

Gwen broke down crying. I held her awkwardly, while Bailey and Angel stroked and patted, soothing both of us. We ended up with Gwen sitting on my lap, her head on my shoulder. She lifted it as she spat out bitterly, “They were very efficient. I can never go back, even to visit the graves.”

As I continued to hold her Gwen calmly finished her story, saying, “By this time the cancer had taken momma. The Carlyle family relocated Grace and her girls here, then I followed. The cattle ranch is still in our name; we get a rent check each year.
We finished my schooling here, going on with our lives under this shadow. They are buying our silence. All this, our life, houses, cars, and money are the result of our signing non-disclosure agreements and severing all ties back home.”

Gwen smiled thinly as she added, “Rusty did forget to tell his family ‘one little thing’. He was an exhibitionist and voyeur. We videotaped and photographed our trysts then watched them while we fucked, and recorded that. We kept all those at the Rocking H for fear of his wife’s infrequent visits. I have them all.”

I was flabbergasted, processing her last revelation. Finally I asked contemplatively, “But Mom, I mean Gwen. Why is he still paying — he can’t really still be worried about this? Not after all these years.”

Bailey and Jennifer just looked thunderstruck at my question; Gwen was equally stunned. Finally she gathered her voice to say softly, “Do the math, William. Rusty is fifty-eight. He was 42 then, long married, already a senator. Our affair was no youthful indiscretion for him. I was not even fourteen when you were born, Billy. My videos and your DNA would be a ‘career ending’ scandal. Your existence and true identity must never be revealedif Rutherford Carlyle covets the presidency.”

*****

My mouth was an ‘O’ of surprise as my brain finally caught up! I must have looked like the home alone kid. Ah, FUCK!!! Every bit of repressed paranoia surged back into my psyche. Gwen, Jennifer and Bailey patted me gently while I tried to calm the mental maelstrom.

I looked up, to see only Gwen’s loving expression filling my vision. She leaned in, kissing me with an infinite tenderness, as if apologizing for the dreadful news. That brought me out of my funk as I asked coolly, “Gwen, do we own any guns?”

Gwen giggled as she replied, “Billy, my loving master, your mommy was born and raised on a western cattle ranch. She could ride and shoot with the best of them. Grace and I still go to the range every week.”

That little nugget shocked me as I said in wonder, “I never knew.”

Gwen shook her head, smiling. “Well, you never asked before. You seemed to have no interest in firearms, hunting, or the outdoors for that matter, Billy.”

I nodded. It was only true. I wasn’t opposed to firearms. I just never adıyaman escort bayan expected to be ‘exposed’ to them. Well, I needed to be ‘up to speed’ big time. Like yesterday! How in the fuck do you cram for a test like this? I asked tentatively, “So we own guns?”

Gwen was nodding her head in amusement a she answered, “We have a 336 Marlin in 30.30, a 444 Marlin, a Ruger 22 auto, Dad’s Model 70 Winchester in 30.06, my Remington 742 in .243 and several shotguns.’

I nodded; for some reason, I seemed to understand what she was talking about as she continued, “Handguns, we have Dad’s Ruger .44 Mag., my Colt Python .357, a Ruger .22 Auto, and my Smith & Wesson Chiefs Special hideout. “

The she added, “Oh yeah, Dad also had a Colt .45 auto, Walther PPK, and German Luger he brought home from the war. I’ve got those here as well.”

I nodded, as Gwen suddenly looked contrite, saying apologetically, “Master Billy, I’m so very sorry that we never took you along to the range. You should have learned to shoot.”
I shook my head, now emphatically, as I said, “No, Gwen, not your fault. I probably wouldn’t have gone even if you offered, without first knowing what I know now. And you couldn’t tell me before. Not without Otto’s treatment.”

*****

I’m really not that stupid. Just sheltered and more than a little na?ve. Quite a shock with my coffee! To unexpectedly find out I’m the bastard son of a ruthless gazillionaire political candidate who doubtless ain’t exactly overjoyed that I’m around. Fuck!

We’re riding in the 600 on our way to the fairgrounds with Jennifer driving with me next to her Gwen and Bailey in the back seat Gwen is dressed in very short cut off jeans with my dress shirt, this time buttoned. Well, some of the buttons anyway. I’m wearing my faded jeans, a sweatshirt from Lake County Regional Aviation, gray polarized Ray Ban aviators, and my running shoes.

Gwen was also wearing trim leather “fanny pack” slung around on her hip, this a constant fashion accessory I was used to seeing. I was certainly not used to the petite snub nosed pistol she tucked in it. Between her feet was a gym bag, holding her rather larger Colt Python with extra ammunition. She smirked at me, saying, “Someone has to protect you, Master.”

The worst of it was the immediate enthusiastic agreement from Bailey and Jennifer. Luckily Angel pulling up to the main gate at the fairgrounds saved me from further embarrassment. The gate guard took one look at the Benz with its gorgeous driver and Mega Chem Labs placard that Jennifer tossed up on the dash. He pointed, gesturing, speaking in a rush. “Straight ahead on Dan Patch, second right turn on Cooper, can’t miss it.”

He waved us through as Jennifer turned to look over at me. I shrugged. We turned the corner. I heard indrawn breath and loud gasps. It was semis and flatbeds and bobcats and workers, OH MY!! I managed to blurt, “Fuck me. Diana is in so much shit.”

My Angel was weaving between vehicles and clots of workmen asking anxiously, “Where do I go Billy?”

From the backseat Gwen said firmly, “Look for a pickup with a group of angry men standing around it.”

Then she poked me in the shoulder saying in the same resolute tone, “Try to remember everything Big Leo taught you.”

Made me laugh. My best buddy at school is Leo. Leo is a ‘junior’ but he’s little Leo with his dad being Big Leo or, as I think of him, BIG LEO.

Little Leo is an undersized nerd totally focused on his music to the exclusion of all else while Big Leo is a contractor spending his day immersed in construction, building, machinery and testosterone.

But Big Leo loves his son, supporting him in all possible ways. Big Leo always makes us welcome in his home, telling us hilarious obscene stories of the latest fuckup on his job site.

I was lost in a pleasant reverie remembering last Fourth of July when Big Leo brought home a dump truck filled with quite illegal and enormously powerful fireworks, deputizing little Leo and I as assistants. The display was marvelous, filling the night sky with explosive light, lasting over an hour, spreading clouds of gun smoke for blocks. It took a couple heavy rainstorms for the gunpowder smell to finally dissipate. We never saw a police car until long after the display was over. That’s when it dawned on me that Leo Vaccaro, Sr. might have something besides his enormous size going on.

Angel rolled to a stop next to the Guy Kersten Construction Company pickup. The angry, gesticulating men clustered around the hood woke me from my pleasant memories. escort adıyaman It was well before noon, and the Mega Chem project was already sinking fast.

The street behind us was chaotic, crammed with huge Mega Chem semi trailers followed by big flatbed semis with what looked like travel trailers on them. All surrounded by workers and more trucks with lumber and building equipment. No wonder the guard knew where Mega Chem was.

I expected a difficult time getting people’s attention but the ‘distraction factor’ suddenly began to work in my favor as the four of us stepped out of the Benz. The voices lost volume trailing off as we approached until it was silent when I reached the ring of construction workers.

A broad shouldered giant in a white hard hat that said Kersten Construction was wearing a blue shirt that helpfully said “Guy” above the pocket. He reached out a huge hand to shake. My hand disappeared to the wrist but his grip was merely firm without any macho theatrics.

The bass rumble seemed to come from somewhere around his ankles. “Morning, Guy from Kersten.”

He looked expectantly down into my eyes, his gaze steady not distracted right or left as he waited. My hanging with the Leos, big and little with their large friends had prepared me for this as I responded more calmly then I felt, “Morning. Hadley from Mega Chem for Swane.”

There was an immediate loud uproar behind him. Guy didn’t release my hand standing almost peacefully waiting it out. He finally nodded as he asked briskly, “You make decisions?”

Guy cut right to the chase. This was the crux of it. Before she left for the office I was finally able to get Diana to put aside my master personae long enough to ask her if this State Fair exhibit was my call. She was completely at sea with this whole fair thing. She readily agreed with the proviso that I call in regularly and let her know what was happening.

I nodded at Guy as I said, “Yes.”

Behind him a reedy voice said, “Bullshit, you don’t look old enough to be a fucking intern. How the fuck can I spend money based on your say so? Fuck this; I’m out of here.”

Guy had by now released my hand as he turned and spoke with that deep growl. “Darryl, that ain’t an intern’s car.”

That slowed things down as the group pondered my car and assorted eye candy. While this was going on, Guy said, “Darryl Champeau from Complete Services. He’s your plumbing and electrical contractor.”

Darryl, a tall, thin, seemingly hyperactive sort, relented, sticking out his hand. That broke the ice as Lonnie Hullet from Coast to Coast Trucking, Allan Mahurin from Lake County Exhibit Services, and Clayton Odegard from Premier Fencing shook hands, then waited expectantly for Guy to start the discussion. His resonant voice took center stage as he held up a single sheet of paper. “Each of us received a fax from Swane’s office with the layout of the exhibit. We were told not to deviate from this design.”

He paused and I waited for the punch line. Five sheets of paper appeared. One held by each contractor. It was obvious even to my untrained eye that each layout was grossly different. Someone was seriously out to get Diana. This project was going nowhere until we sorted this out.

Before we even started, Lonnie said, “I don’t know why we even fucking bother. I’ve got semis plus motor homes, travel trailers and shipping containers. This fucking tiny space won’t hold half this shit no matter how it’s arranged.”

Suddenly an elderly figure limped into our circle leaning on a stockman’s cane. His State Fair uniform displayed the name Cody. He calmly observed, “I got tired of waiting for someone to ask. Now I’m gonna tell.”

His hand lightly rested on my arm while he pointed to the corner lot with his cane, saying, “Those papers are wrong, wrong, wrong.”

Talk about getting some attention. We were rapt as Cody continued, “Your lot runs back almost to Cosgrove, just enough space there for that food booth then from the corner here all the way over to that tin shed. You have 400 amp electrical service, water and sewer for your trailers as well as a driveway back there for your staff parking.”

He took a breath and kept right on. “Your company has already paid the resodding fee. You may park anywhere on the site and build any type of structure needed for your guests or staff. That includes placing posts and fencing.”

Cody subsided into silence lowering his cane with a satisfied smirk looking around into the stunned faces of the contractors whose practiced eyes were comparing the actual lot with their drawings dimensions. Guy’s head came around first as he waved the paper toward me. He was verging on pissed off and I sure as hell didn’t want to see this big bastard mad. I quickly said, “Okay, here’s the deal, gentlemen.”

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Introduction: (Jan 2005)

In the story “Mail order sex slave” posted under her name, Cathy used my first name for the main character. Missy’s not an uncommon name so I shouldn’t have been offended, and wasn’t. In fact, I’d like to think she sort of had me in mind, because the idea of appearing in a porno story excites me the way flashing my pussy does when I’m at a nudist beach with Katlin (and sometimes Cathy). But I’m not much like the young girl in the story, either in age or appearance. – Yours, Missy

Incidentally since she doesn’t spell everything out, Missy is 18, 5-10, 130 pounds, 36C-25-37 and very pretty. Guys seem to like to know that sort of stuff about us. And in this case the story is actually about the girl writing it, so I guess it might matter. Obviously she’s hardly petite like the girl in my original story. The real Missy looks more like a super model than a china doll. She has long blonde hair and looks Scandinavian. Aslo, since much of this story involves Katlin, we checked with her first. But, like Missy, she was delighted. – Cathy Cook

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About Missy

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There was nothing good about eighth grade until I became friends with Katlin. I didn’t like any of my teachers, I hated school, and mostly my father up and left before I finished seducing him.

Mom had been treating daddy like shit for years. I guess fourteen years earlier she should have gone ahead and gotten the abortion. But then, where would I be? Anyway, she’d never wanted to get married and started having affairs maybe three months after I’d gotten myself born. When I was seven or eight she stopped having sex with dad, though she’d do it in the back seat of a car with almost anyone else. About the time I turned twelve I had my first period and realized that there were now two women in the house and at least one of us should be nice to daddy. But he seemed as opposed to incest as he was extra-marital affairs.

I did get him to fondle me a bit, usually starting with long, lingering hugs. Sometimes I’d sit in his lap and he’d put his arms around my waist. I could feel his erection pressing in to my fanny so why shouldn’t I move his hands to my crotch and tits? It had taken two years to get from mild tit squeezes to finger fucks but I was sure it wouldn’t be long before I got him to pop my cherry. I hadn’t been cultivating any boyfriends because I already had a lover. He was just slow in admitting it. Then suddenly he was gone!

It would have been wonderful if mom had moved out and not dad. Not only did he move out, but he moved far away. The divorce settlement could have gone worse for mom, but my father didn’t give his lawyer a free rein. My mother had a good job and a bad reputation. It had never made the papers, but her infidelity was well known. Only he and I knew that his fear of incest was what had finally driven him out. Even his lawyer assumed he’d just gotten fed up with a wife who’d been openly cheating for their entire marriage.

There was no alimony in the settlement. Mom kept the house and got a fairly good child support allowance. She was really pissed when I turned 18 last June and dad started sending the checks to me instead of her! For four years she’d treated the money as hers. She hadn’t even intended to spend much of it on my college bills, making me take out huge loans. Mom actually went to the judge and demanded she continue getting the money, which got her no where. In fact, according to the court settlement he didn’t have to pay anyone anything after I turned 18. Next Sandy demanded I endorse the checks to her.

I did that only until I went away to college last August. Now I don’t and now she no longer talks to me. When I went home last Thanksgiving and last month for Christmas to see my friends, I stayed at Katlin’s mother’s house. One afternoon during the break and while my mother was at work, Katlin and I went over to the house and moved out anything personal I wanted to keep. There wasn’t much and most of it went in the back of a closet in Katlin’s house. Now I can get to things easily without having to risk an encounter with my mother. I’m bigger than her so why am I’m afraid of her?

After dad left, I started getting interested in boys my age. It was about the same time I suddenly becoming good friends with Katlin, though we’d known each other since the beginning of sixth grade. Katlin had lost her father several years earlier and she was very sympathetic. Our situations were somewhat different. My father was still alive, still loved me and sometimes visited me. But my mother and I hated each other while Kira is the nicest mother a girl could want.

Of course, Katlin and I shared that other interest, boys. And she hadn’t been spinning her wheels like me. One of her current guys, Robert, was in ninth grade, already in high school, which was a big deal although he was only a year older than us. Almost immediately she decided that Robert was going to fix me up with Kevin, a guy she really had the hots for but only knew through Robert. She was sure Kevin was the kind of guy who was already “going all the way”. And Katlin and I wanted nothing more than to “go all the way” with a guy, maybe any guy as long as he’d officially rupture our hymens. With the use of dildos, however, it would only be “official”, not real. Katlin and I had both taken care of the actual destruction of our cherries, first on ourselves and, almost immediately, doing it to each other. Before I got to be good friends with Katlin I never realized that a dildo feels ten times better when someone else is pushing it inside me, even another girl. I’d never actually given myself an orgasm with either a dildo or my fingers. But the first time Katlin licked my pussy lips I exploded all over her face. From then on she could do almost anything to me and get me to cume.

I didn’t give Katlin her first climax, however, because Robert had beaten me to it. While they weren’t “going all the way” they were pretty hot and heavy into oral sex. Katlin had taught herself how to do deep throat using Bob’s penis. And apparently Bob had loved every step of the process. He wasn’t all that good about tonguing her vagina and wouldn’t go near her anus. But by kissing and licking her pussy lips and clit, he was giving her orgasms every time. And often she’d give herself a climax just by sucking his dick, especially when she had the whole thing down inside her throat. At first this had scared her because she couldn’t breathe for short periods of time. But once she got past that and started feeling erotic about having him fully inside her, it became orgasmic. One thing she hadn’t done, but was tempted to do, was suck him without taking a break until she lost consciousness. She’d warned Robert that if she passed out he must immediately stop fucking her throat. But so far that hadn’t happened.

It’s amazing how quickly Katlin and I became lovers, actually only a matter of hours. We had both stayed after school one day in March in 2000 for a play rehearsal in which we both had minor parts. So we walked home together, living only two streets away from each other. I started telling Katlin about my father leaving, and about the impending divorce. It turned out even Katlin had heard about Sandy’s infidelities, but not that my mother and I were also on such bad terms. And now I was stuck in the house with the parent I hated while the one I loved was gone!

Of course, she asked me to come over to her house for what was left of the afternoon. My mom and I hardly ever even ate dinner together so I could probably have stayed as long as I wanted. But I didn’t dare not show up without telling her first. So I just planned to stay for a few hours.

Katlin’s house was almost as empty as mine. Her older sister was away to college and her father had died several years earlier. But Katlin loved her mother and it felt like Cathy was still very much a part of the family. Katlin showed me her older sister’s bedroom and it looked neat but lived in. Then she dragged me over to Cathy’s dresser and opened up one of the drawers. Behind a pile of sexy underwear were two unopened boxes each containing twelve condoms!

“That’s my ace in the hole if Robert doesn’t buy some himself soon! Cathy won’t mind. She even knows that I know they’re there. I think she left them there for me, just in case I needed them. Kira would get me some if I asked, but it’s easier to do stuff like this with an understanding sister, even one six years older than me.”

“What’s Cathy like?”

“Nice but strange, especially for a girl. She was already 18 when she did it for the first time. Yet she was doing deep throat when she was fifteen. You know everyone in my adıyaman escort family is a nudist, don’t you?”

The sudden change of subject was disconcerting. And no, I hadn’t known. I didn’t know I knew any nudists. In fact I had all the usual wrong impressions about nudity. I didn’t know that some nudists are obnoxiously “moral”. Katlin’s family just seemed to enjoy beaching and camping naked. Her parents weren’t religious fanatics. But they weren’t swingers either. Kira, now that she was again single by reason of having become a young widow, could probably pick up guys on the make very easily walking around naked on a free beach, but didn’t. Kira had just turned 43 and was still stunning, much prettier than Sandy who was only 34. Yet my mom thought she was God’s gift to men. She’d dress up like a whore, go to bars and get herself laid, without even insisting on a motel room. I think she actually preferred parking lots. Sometimes she’d pretend she was still in her twenties if the guy didn’t know her daughter was prettier, taller and had bigger tits. I think she’s glad she doesn’t have to be seen with me anymore even though she does miss the “child support” checks.

Although I was interested in Katlin’s family being nudists, I was still more interested in her hand that was now fondling my breasts. I’d never been touched like that before except by my father. I didn’t know it could feel so good when a girl was doing it. I leaned back and sighed, letting the box of condoms drop back into the drawer. Katlin’s only a few inches shorter than me and I found myself comfortably leaning my head back on her shoulder, relaxing, letting my legs open up as if wanting more. Without thinking, my body seemed to know where her caresses should go next. I was wearing jeans and suddenly they felt like unwanted baggage.

“Do nudists go naked in their own house?” I asked mostly as a suggestion.

“Kira, Cathy and I do. And my dad did when he was alive. I don’t know what other nudists do.”

“I think I’d like to be a nudist!”

We went into Katlin’s bedroom, where we each undressed the other. I don’t know why it was so much fun doing it that way, but I knew it would be. Katlin then told me that while she was heavy into the oral sex with her boyfriend and had already sucked two other boys as well, she’d never made love to another girl. And it was obvious to both of us that we were about to make love. Being bigger, I suppose I’d have made the better dyke. But Katlin seemed to like taking control. Maybe I just wasn’t being fast enough for her.

At almost fourteen, my pubic hair was already as thick as it is ever going to get. Perhaps it goes along with being blonde. When I first developed, I was almost embarrassed that except up close it didn’t look like I had any pubic hair. But then my tits got big so that no one could look at me and think “immature”. Since I’ll never have a photogenic beaver, more recently I’ve just kept it shaved, going for the naked pussy look. Some guys like girls with big thick black beavers. But I can’t offer that anyway.

Katlin loved my sparse nearly invisible pubic hair telling me that it seemed funny for a girl to have naked pubes who was almost six feet tall and had large breasts. She may have said funny, but her tongue told me she was delighted. And her tongue delighted me. So much so that I got feeling funny all over, sort of shaking and twitching and wondering what was wrong with me. And while Katlin’s mouth was doing things to my pussy lips and clitoris I found myself squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples. Then suddenly but gently I felt her tongue slip down inside me and I discovered what all the twitching was leading up to. Until then I’d had this idea that an orgasm was something you had when a boy stuck his penis inside your vagina. I didn’t know it could happen other ways and I didn’t know it didn’t always happen when a girl had intercourse with a guy. Somewhere between my pussy lips a little hole I didn’t even know was there opened up and squirted out my love juice all over Katlin’s face. I didn’t even realize what I was doing. All I knew was that it felt wonderful!

And then I did something totally unfair. I fell asleep! And I had this most wonderful dream about falling in love with a girl. When I woke up, or maybe regained consciousness, Katlin was still patiently licking me, cleaning up the mess as if my cume was the best tasting nectar in the world. We both smiled at each other and she continued licking and kissing me all over, not just between my legs.

Eventually I regained enough control of myself to take an active part in our love making. Katlin took her turn lying spread eagle on her back on her queen sized bed. I started with her lips, kissing her gently, my new and only female lover. I licked and kissed her neck and noticed that her nipples were enlarged and stiff, and also sensitive. I felt between her lower lips and found her clitoris quite easily. It was in the same condition of excitement as her nipples. I love sucking Katlin’s nipples. As I did so for the first time she arched herself, throwing her head back and let out a long sigh. I could feel her left nipple seemingly grow between my lips and the other one between my fingertips. I bit gently on the one between my teeth and she screamed so I stopped immediately.

“Oh that felt so good! I think you made me cume”, she sighed.

I took this as a suggestion to investigate. Between Katlin’s legs she’d suddenly become much wetter. Where my fingers went I soon followed with my lips. Because I had my mouth in the right place, and because she gave me a second’s warning, I got her next climax right in my mouth. My cume isn’t the best tasting cume in the world, because Katlin’s is better. And maybe we both even prefer male cume anyway. But this was my first time tasting cume, male or female. And I loved it as much as I loved Katlin.

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Kevin turned out to be everything Katlin and I hoped for. She arranged a double date for us the following weekend. I wasn’t sure what to tell my mother. She didn’t seem to care much what I did, but I had this feeling I shouldn’t let her know I was enjoying myself. Going to Katlin’s house every afternoon was something she hardly noticed. But dating might mean sex. And my mom liked to think I wasn’t old enough for that. So I told her I was spending the evening with Katlin and had been invited to spend the weekend.

“Good, because I’m having dinner with a friend,” she responded. About the only thing Sandy ever ate on dates was cume. This just meant she wasn’t planning to have dinner with me.

Well, for once I was hoping to have at least a snack of male cume myself. I’d still go for a regular meal as well. Being active and young and tall, I don’t have to watch my calories the way my mom does. Of course, I wasn’t certain about what was going to happen with Kevin. But if he was willing, there was not going to be any of this first date shit for this girl. I was more than ready to get fucked and Kevin looked awfully good to me. Of course, Bob and Katlin were still at the oral stage themselves, so I wasn’t really counting on anything more myself.

The date was for dinner, a movie and some partying afterwards. Being in tenth grade and already 16, Kevin had a license, though he wasn’t supposed to drive after dark except with members of his family for the first year. He simply dismissed this by saying we were all “like family” and Katlin and I were very impressed! Hell, it didn’t matter. We were going fucking, not drinking. And when did a guy get so he couldn’t drive just because he’d gotten himself laid?

The big question was where? Katlin and I knew it was going to be up to us. The car was the obvious answer, but not the preferred one. Then Kira stepped up to the plate. She knew what we had planned and made no attempt to stop us. In fact, Thursday she informed us that she’d have to be away for the weekend and wouldn’t be around to help us entertain our boyfriends. To this day, I think she only arranged that weekend trip so we could have the run of her house. I guess Kira was a horny teenage girl once herself.

The date was for Friday night, though Katlin and Bob were seeing each other often twice on weekends. I think, though there was nothing set up officially, that it was understood that if Kevin liked me he’d be seeing me again the next day. Dinner and the movie were great, I think. I don’t remember what anyone ate or what the movie was, but I loved playing with Kevin under the table and feeling his hands inside my clothes during the movie. I doubt I even knew while I was “watching” it what the movie was. We left the movie, got in the car, me in the front with Kevin, and right there he adıyaman escort bayan started undressing me. I was so horny I almost forgot our arrangement, but then Katlin spoke up in the back seat while fending off Bob’s groping fingers.

“No, let’s go to my house!” she suggested.

“But your mom will be there.”

“Nope, she’s away for the weekend!”

You could see the lights flash in both sets of male eyes. Obviously they’d never had two willing members of the opposite sex in the privacy of a house before. Nor had we. But we’d known about it for more than a day.

“Did you know” I asked them, “that Katlin and her mom are both nudists? And there’s a rule that females are not allowed to wear anything inside her house? I guess guys are allowed to choose. But Katlin told me she and I have to undress just inside the front door. I hope neither of you mind?”

My teasing was almost too effective. Kevin, who wasn’t that experienced a driver anyway, almost crashed the car. I guess there are other things besides alcohol that can impair a guy’s driving. Later I realized that neither guy, of course, had ever had group sex. In fact they were both virgins! In spite of their lack of experience, they were either quick learners or just naturally talented. Before I said anything, neither guy had imagined we would let both of them see both of us naked. The proper thing was for each couple to go into a separate bedroom.

“There is one exception to the girl undressing herself once she’s inside the door. If there’s a guy present who wants to do it, she has to let him have the honor.” I was making up “rules” right and left and having loads of fun! My next rule was that the guys had to undress the other one’s date. And do us one at a time so every one got to watch the girl being stripped. The only real problem was, who got naked first. I wanted it to be me. But we all knew Katlin deserved the right of first exposure.

A girl who looks pretty with her clothes on is usually pretty with her clothes off, especially if her breasts don’t sag. Katlin has firm breasts, and a yummy figure. She’s got the same figure as her older sister Cathy, but she looks like a clone of her mother, which means she’s both shapely and gorgeous. Katlin and Cathy differ in other ways from the neck up. Cathy’s an engineer. Katlin’s into traditional girl things, like music, drama, and getting fucked in eighth grade. And she wasn’t hiding that fact from Kevin and Bob any more than she was hiding her pussy lips. Of course, she also has this full, thick mat of pubic hair which she trims carefully and loves showing off.

Kevin, following my rules, was undressing her while Robert and I watched, Robert a bit popeyed. I’d seen Katlin naked and in good light before. But maybe he’d never gotten that good a look at the beauty he’d fondled many times. Or maybe Katlin’s body just always affects a man that way even if it’s not the first time he’s seen her naked. Several times, when Kevin seemed a bit shy, she took his hand and rubbed it against whatever part of her body it was nearest. I got a little jealous, or maybe just horny. So when she held Kevin’s hand to her breasts or crotch I did the same with Robert’s. It wasn’t quite as much fun for me because he had to feel me up through my clothes. But his erection told me that he was not uninterested in my body.

When Katlin finally admitted she was naked and there was nothing else Kevin needed to do, it became my turn to be undressed. I guess Kevin continued fondling Katlin but I hardly noticed or cared. Kevin wasn’t my lover, just my date. If things stayed switched I didn’t mind Bob becoming my lover. No, not at all. I wasn’t sure how he might feel about Kevin fucking Katlin before he’d ever actually done it, but I knew Katlin didn’t care. Ultimately she wanted both guys and didn’t care which one was the first to put his penis inside her vagina.

Another thing we discussed the previous day was the rubbers. Katlin and I were both pretty sure it was the wrong time of the month for both of us, she less than a week after her period and mine due any day. So we decided that we’d do it au natural this first time. And we both promised that it would be only this once, that we’d use Cathy’s condoms the next time. But a girl’s got to feel a naked penis inside her some time, so why not the first time?

At first I was going to help Bob so that I could get naked quicker. But it was so much fun being undressed that I found myself just enjoying it like a spectator, watching my own seduction with almost disbelief in how much I was enjoying it. Bob was very good at undressing girls. He’d practiced with Katlin, and maybe others. Getting half naked and making out was pretty standard stuff I guess for girls our age. I’d sort of missed that myself because I was too involved with my father, so I was probably enjoying the anticipation even more than they did.

I felt my blouse unbuttoned, and saw my bra revealed like a work of art. It practically was a work of art and wasn’t particularly cheap either. My tits looked beautiful with my nipples showing through the delicate lace. Because they’re big my tits sag a small amount, and I look better with a bra on under a blouse. But this particular bra was designed to be seen much more than provide support. My skirt was both short and slinky and Bob had a little trouble unbuttoning it. But every few seconds he’d fondle my buns so I didn’t get impatient. My panties were also a work of art and Bob was properly appreciative. They were lacy, thin, stretchy, and gathered my pussy lips into little bulges that looked like a female offering. A thin elastic thread vertically up the back gathered the panties in to my crack so that each cheek was shapely revealed. When I’d modeled for Katlin the day before she said I looked good enough to eat. I sure hoped so! My undies were intended to make a girl look naughty and naked and sexier than naked. And I think they did. For a while Bob only wanted to admire me with them on. I wonder if guys have any idea how much trouble we go to to look sexy? I must have spent a hour choosing the panties so that Bob could admire them for about 30 seconds. And it was worth it!

“You have to take them off sometime. You can’t fuck me with them on. They’re too delicate and will rip!”

After I said this he slowly finished doing me. Then he picked me up, like a man does his bride and carried me over the threshold of Kira’s bedroom. Robert was only fifteen and I was already nearly full grown and not small. So I was very impressed with his demonstration of strength. For several years I’d been taller than all the boys my age, and probably stronger as well. So this new situation with a boy a year and a half older, was a real joy for me. Both Cathy and Katlin had queen beds in their rooms. But Kira had this huge King, just right for a two couple orgy. This was another item Katlin and I had discussed. She had assured me the cover was washable.

I think while carrying me into the bedroom was when he decided he was going to pop my cherry and let Kevin have Katlin. Or maybe there never was any decision, just the fact that neither guy seemed willing to let go of the girl he was holding. I think this was the first time I realized how easy it is to get what you want when the guy wants it as well!

My actually deflowering happened very quickly. And so did Katlin’s. I let Bob lay me down on the bed but I sat up while he undressed, then insisted on sucking him, making him wet while sticking several fingers inside myself. I then laid back down on the bed, spread my thighs wide apart and waited.

It’s supposed to be hard, but I’d been stretching myself with a dildo I’d stolen from my mother. She had so many I don’t think she ever realized it was missing. Anyway, holding myself wide open I felt first Bob’s tip, then the rest of him, slide up inside me in one smooth slow penetration and suddenly I realized I was no longer a virgin! I was absolutely ecstatic, more pleased with now being a woman than even with that wonderful stuffed feeling I was experiencing. There wasn’t much friction or stretching, just this wonderful feeling of being penetrated to my innermost being. I never guessed that this would make me feel suddenly so different about someone. But Bob was now my God, the most wonderful thing that had ever walked the face of the Earth! Right then I would have died for him! I could even imagine spending the rest of my life making love to only one man if he would have me. I was pretty gonzo!

When I was convinced life couldn’t get better, he started moving inside me and I discovered how wrong I was. I could have fainted with delight. Maybe I did faint when my first orgasm hit. I learned there were orgasms escort adıyaman and there were orgasms, and this compared to the ones I’d had with Katlin was a super orgasm! I felt it start somewhere like in my fingertips or my toes or legs. It certainly hit my inner thighs and fanny and my anus before erupting in my love hole. This time my gushing love juice found a male erection for its proper target. I had to close my eyes because it felt like they were going to pop out. And all the time my wonderful lover kept fucking me with just the right amount of force.

Maybe any amount would have been the right amount. In my eyes and in my body, Bob could do no wrong. The guys weren’t supposed to cume after fucking us. But then Katlin and I were supposed to be fucking each other’s partner as well. I couldn’t remember any of our great plans, hers and mine. Right then, with my legs wide open and wrapped around his waist and his penis deep inside me, I didn’t want to do anything except anything Bob wanted. My wonderful lover Robert! So it’s no wonder we just kept fucking, I suffering several more orgasms, until I felt Bob’s erection start to twitch inside me. He wanted to cume inside my vagina! Oh, how wonderful! I encouraged him and was rewarded. As he gushed inside me I felt my own sex let loose again, and was helpless to prevent mixing my love juices with his, though his were mostly deep inside me and mine where mostly all over the base of his penis.

And it was only ten-thirty in the evening!

About a half hour later I started reviving, returning to this mundane plane of existence. Apparently Katlin’s virginity had received the axe about the same time mine had. Neither of us had paid the least attention to what the other two people sharing the bed were doing. There was this problem with curfews. Not mine or Katlin’s. The two of us were free to fuck the whole night away. But the boys, no, the men, had made no such plans. We were so clever in planning everything. But if we’d let them in on the surprise they could have pretended to be spending the night at each other’s house or something. Neither had a definite curfew because people always expected the guys could stay out as long as the girls. But both said they’d better show up before two, which meant leaving our bed around one in the morning. Robert had planned on seeing Katlin early in the afternoon after finishing up some errands. Kevin was pretty sure he’d be free for another “hot date”. His mother was visiting her mother and his father never said no.

So it was arranged. The boys would be taking us hiking then to dinner and the movies again. But in actually, they were going to hide their car in the garage so that we could spend the whole day the way we wanted, fucking.

While he was fucking me, Robert was the only man in the world worth fucking. But about an hour later I made no objection when the guys wanted to change partners. I felt a little jilted but even more excited. After all, wasn’t it Kevin I’d planned to have inside me in the first place? And now that I’d had a chance to think about it, hadn’t that been Katlin’s voice screaming out her pleasure right next to me when he was doing the deed to her? The idea of getting his penis inside me suddenly seemed like a wonderful idea. It certainly turned out to be a wonderful experience. When the guys finally got off of us leaving two well fucked females, now women, lying spread eagle on the bed next to each other, I could hardly move. I heard them washing, then dressing, then letting themselves out the front door. Sometime later after the sound of their car had long passed, I felt the bed move slightly. Katlin’s lips were on mine and I heard her say something sweet and loving to me, but I don’t know what. It was daylight when I woke up.

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After I became a woman in the biblical sense, dad’s occasional visits got a lot easier to handle. I remember telling him over dinner in a nice restaurant that I was no longer a virgin. And I remember his response word for word:

“Good. You needed someone to do it for you.”

He then went on to asking me how school was going and how was I managing with my mom, almost as if she were some stranger, not a woman he’d been married to for fourteen years. My deflowering was something he seemed to consider simply a good achievement on my part, like getting an extra “A” on my report card. From then on we’ve been simply good friends. I don’t try to seduce him and he almost seems to forget I ever tried.

But this doesn’t mean I wouldn’t still like to if he ever became interested. Maybe I could show him some things I’ve learned. In high school Katlin and I probably had more sex than my mom was having, though with far fewer guys. We just weren’t being sluttish about being sluts. Like the time I lost my cherry. It was delightful romantic and Robert and Kevin still love me today. I know I made it almost as good for them as they did for me.

But the most wild thing Katlin and I did was hook up with Mark for most of our senior year. Mark is almost seven years older than us, and we were a month short of seventeen when we first met him. Katlin is two days older than me and for five years now her mom has always had a party for both of us on June 8, the day in between. I never even mentioned these parties to my mom. I almost think it was a surprise to her when I turned 18 last summer.

Katlin likes to flirt with men older than her. She knew Mark was probably in his mid twenties, and pretended she was also. They got talking in the grocery line and were lovers a few hours later and several days passed before she told him the truth about her age. In our state, sixteen is the age of consent so there was no legal risk for him. But God help him if he took a picture of Katlin with her nipples exposed. They’d nail him for child pornography, in spite of the fact that being a nudist in a family of nudists, Katlin has posed naked for pictures most of her young life.

The next day she could hardly wait to tell me about her affair with an “older” man. And naturally, I wanted to meet him. In high school, by the time you’re a senior, no one is surprised if you fuck your boyfriend. Katlin and I went a bit beyond that having started, both of us, in eighth grade. Nor did we feel we had to restrict ourselves to just one boy, though we didn’t advertise having multiple affairs. We acted like nice girls so teachers and guys who didn’t know us assumed we were. Boys we dated, however, were happy to have sex even if we weren’t “going steady” with the particular boy. I was presently having sex with two boys, one of whom Katlin had had a long affair with previously. We loved talking about their techniques, especially if we’d both had sex with the same guy.

The next day Katlin was supposed to meet Mark at his apartment. So I showed up with her. When he opened the door he didn’t seemed happy to see me. So instead of shaking his hand, I swarmed into his arms. His open mouthed expression of surprise was perfect for Frenching. I’m a big girl, so I didn’t have to reach up much to grab his head and press my lips into his open ones. In a position like that, with my arms wrapped around him and my tongue in his mouth he could do nothing but cooperate. In seconds the fondling became mutual. And that afternoon we showed Mark that making love to two girls at once can be even more fun! For a year about all we did with him was fuck in his apartment. Once he knew we were only seventeen then both of us looked seventeen to him. And he was afraid everyone else would also see him as a cradle robber. The fact that Katlin and I were known to lots of people in our relatively small city meant his fears would probably be realized. So both of us continued dating our high school boyfriends and only fucking Mark in his apartment, but doing it very often and usually together.

Here in college, my sex life hasn’t changed much. Different guys is about all. I don’t have any girlfriends I’m close to like Katlin so I email her all the time. I don’t have any one here who’s close who I can brag to. In fact, what was risqué in high school is pretty normal behavior for girls in college with strong hetro tastes. In fact, just being good looking and willing isn’t even enough to guarantee a girl a date whenever she’s in the mood. My sex life isn’t bad either. But I think I’m going to enjoy this project that Cathy and I seem to be falling into together. And I have a lot more free time in college than Katlin seems to have.

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closing – I started this to let readers know what I’m really like. Cathy and I are already working on several fiction stories including possibly “Zanadu” the expansion of “mail order sex slave”, and “Phoenix” about an 82 year old man who wakes up to find he’s become a luchious 16 year old girl. If enough people want more about my sex life, well, I’ve had plenty of dates in the last four years. – Missy

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1812- Ariana’s Voyage

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Note to readers; This work is copy-write 2016
All of the events in this story are based in fiction
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a story line with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout

This is part 1 of the 1812 series, I will be posting part 2 soon.

1812- The Indian Ocean

Preface

On a fall day in late September, one of England’s royal ships, “The Voyager”, sent out on a trip to Australia. The Royal Court had collected a myriad of sailors, slaves, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a rebellious girl. She would sneak out of the castle late at nights to train in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her favorite days, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her third floor window into the back gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and escape in the shade of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to practice with, and pistol in case she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The first time she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the castle, leading her by the neck, lecturing her on how a young woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her hands on the table and turn around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split second when a cane came down hard on her tender bottom. She yelped in protest and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
“This is what happens when ladies don’t do as they are told” said her uncle. “Now I want you to count to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won’t tell the king about your midnight adventure.” She hesitated, trying to collect her thoughts. “What do you say?” he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but with met with him tightening his grip.
“Yes” she grunted out.
“No, no. We say, Yes Sir.” He whispered.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good.” She felt the cane come down hard on her backside, and counted a “one”. By the time he had reached “10” she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn’t know why, but she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and wished every day that she would have the freedom her brother’s wielded on a daily basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly diamond collars and following command after command. She knew her life as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the kingdom; the envy of all other maidens. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut brown hair that shone red in the light. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all women in the kingdom, not to mention her dark brown eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal balls, her curvy hips and small waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the trip to Australia came into her possession. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to know what the news was.
“What has everybody been whispering about, Eva?” her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
“Nothing, your highness.” Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about. “Eva, tell me or I’ll report you to the High Court.” “Okay your highness, but it didn’t come from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It’s a secret mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the guards caught wind while two gentlemen spoke of it in the loo.”
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her finish getting ready for the day, and about an hour later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it; she was going to try to board the ship. She got a small rucksack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a long journey. She gathered a set of pants from her brother’s clothes, her undergarments, a compass, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her family crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn’t know what time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the third floor window with rucksack in hand and begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One last look it was time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a half mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her compass and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English flags attached to the dock, and six large white sails. On front front of the ship was a plaque that read “The Voyager” in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crews of men loading supplies and slaves onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be harder than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and move closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crates, trying to find an opening to get on board. Suddenly a hard yank met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her long brown locks.
“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?” came the mysterious voice from behind her.
“None of your business, wretch. Let go of me this instant.” Her words came out far more confident than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
“I asked you a question, lady. You have no business being in a man’s territory. Trying to get a look at the ship are you? I saw that look in your eyes, looking for trouble is what it is.”
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to spit on him for his condescending nature, but decided she was dying to get aboard the ship, and this may be just the opportunity she needed.
“What would it take a young lady for passage to Australia?” she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to want passage on such a dangerous journey.
“No women allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that’s not a place you want to be lurking, lady.” She grew frustrated. She already knew women weren’t allowed, and she was simply grateful he hadn’t recognized her as royalty yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the palace in no time.
“I can pay you, but I need a spot on this ship.” She thought of the life she may possess if she be taken back to the palace. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her father had a line of suitors, many of them far older than she, waiting for her hand any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let free. This was her one chance.
“I’m taking you to the police.” He stated roughly. He began to drag her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
“Get off! I’m getting on this ship!” She kicked out, hard. Her foot connected with one of his calves and brought a irritated grunt from the man.
“You little shit!” He barked at her. She continued to fight hard against him, when another man walked up to the scene. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her izmir escort when she felt a hard jab to her side from the guard. She ceased her struggles and raised her eyes to meet a pair of sparkling blue ones staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde hair, tired back into a pony tail and an athletic frame, concealed under royal attire. His jawbone was sharp, in a soft and handsome manner. He stood at roughly 6’2”, almost an entire foot over her 5’4” frame. He stared down at her, a small smile creasing his face.
“C-Commander.” Sputtered the guard next to her. “This lady was trying to sneak aboard your ship.” The commander in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
“Let her go. Leave us be.” The guard looked at the Commander incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct order. He roughly let go of Ariana’s hair, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a headache she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
“Why do you passage so desperately? Are you a convict?” asked the blonde man.
“What does it matter to you?” She barked back.
“Well, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that’s two reasons. But I don’t really care why, all that much.” She looked at him with a surprised expression. She was staring at the captain of “The Voyager”? he couldn’t have exceeded 28 years of age. “You want passage on this ship? I am going to need something in return.” She stared back at him.
“I have money-”
“I don’t need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a woman to sate my needs on the voyage and possibly once we get to land.” She was caught off-guard by his blunt nature. She knew what he meant by “sate his needs”. She had heard tales of the maids’ wild adventures with men across the country, but had never shared even a kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for marriage. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would touch herself under the cover of darkness in her private quarters. She had felt the insatiable need to be touched since the age of fourteen. She would rub herself to orgasm almost nightly, but was never fully satisfied. She thought for a moment of this man’s offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for marriage anyway. Why not just take it?
“Ok.” She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread into a grin.
“Understand you will be expected to follow my orders exactly and stay in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed.”
“Understood.”
“Alright then. Follow me.”

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making sure to keep her head bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain’s quarters, just below the quarter deck at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
Inside was a large oak, four poster bed that must have been king-sized or larger from the amount of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton sheets, and bead spread, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a black fur blanket at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morning been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the undiscovered land of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingers around her shoulder and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a step back to look her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by supple curves. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her body in the loveliest way. Her dark-brown hair in contrast to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful dark waves. He took in the sight of her lovely frame, running a gentle hand hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the deep “V-shape” of her gown at the waist. His touch sent shivers down her body, creating that little fire burning inside her stomach.
“What do you call yourself?” he asked her, realizing he did not yet know her name.
“Ari-” she realized giving her name to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana’s in the kingdom, by design.
“Ari. That’s beautiful.” The Commander said, softly. “My name is Crispin.” She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her mind she should better leave it.
“Hello, Crispin” she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
“Commander, we’re about to set sail.” Came a booming voice from outside.
“I’ll be right back.” He said with a small smile. “Don’t move.” He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed. “I don’t want to have to restrain you” he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the door and left. She heard a small click of a lock behind him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would miss her brothers, but they had far more important things to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with target practice. She felt a small twinge of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how long it would take her family to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to move a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the docks. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must have raised the sails and we’re on their way toward the new land. After about twenty minutes of watching the dock slowly fade into the distance, she began to think that maybe this wasn’t the best idea. What was she going to do once she got to Australia? She had no money, except the bit in her sack, no idea of what she was getting into, what it would be like. What if she was cast away with the slaves? She began to panic, her breath quickened, the voice inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a cold hand clasp her wrists and roughly spun her around hard, looking into her eyes with a cold expression.
“I told you, don’t move.” He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his hands gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her small body, holding down one one wrist, using the other hand to tear a part from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her right hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left cheek. It drew a little blood which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so tight that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his attention to where the top of her dress dipped down to expose the very top of her small, A cup breasts, holding his hands on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
“I can’t wait to mark up this body of yours…” He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled romantic stories shared by her maids over tea and late nights. Ari let out a small scream before a hand closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left breast in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her nipple from beneath the thin, white fabric. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at first, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to form between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her body, but her senses betrayed her.
“I am going to turn these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word.”
“Stop. Don’t” She was able to get out between moans and little screams. She tried to scoot away from his touch, the restraints holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ inch cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the while. izmir escort bayan He had acquired a look of hunger in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her skirt, not bothering to undo the corset keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his hard cock in one hand and her mouth in the other.
“Open up” he said. She refused, and she she wouldn’t obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth to breathe. He took the opportunity to shove his cock inside at that moment.
“Bite and I’ll cut off your nipple.” He got out before he began thrusting his cock deep inside her throat. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the space in her mouth and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the best he could with the position she was in. he pulled out after several minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her mound. She began to feel the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two fingers and thrust them inside her hole. It was the first time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
“Get out!” He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful. Part of her was heavily turned on by this, the other was screaming that she wasn’t ready.
“Please, I’ve never…”
His eyes widened. He realized he was holding a young virgin in his hands. Such a rarity in these parts. Most women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her wrists free, but the grip was iron.
“Please, I’m not ready.” She said quietly. He hushed her with a hand over her mouth, pushing his entire cock into her in one thrust. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a tear or two escaping every time she brought her attention back to the pain emanating from her lower regions. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come long enough, and with much rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A part of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for passage. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hand restraints and went into the loo to grab a damp cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the mess she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door click shut and a lock turn before she let herself fall into tears.

Parlez

About a week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would enter the room, yank down his trousers, and have his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn’t mean much to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably dispose of her and find a new one once they reached shore. He didn’t understand why she was so reluctant, hadn’t she known what she was getting herself into?
It was one evening when Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the main deck for a while. Ari was excited. She hadn’t left her room for over a week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hair up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure it wasn’t a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his mind. The first thing she felt was the cool breeze against her skin, hitting her face with every slight movement of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty spray of the sea against her skin. She smiled to herself, saying “this is what I left for”. She felt the creak of the wood beneath her feet, the smoothness of the iron cannons perched alongside the wall. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A noise came from behind, the sound of voices coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with open arms. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out words, when the wood beneath her hand echoed a loud squeak and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on board. Crispin motioned for Ari to come join them, and she walked over to his side.
“Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my guest for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael.” The three men glanced at her, admiring her face in the setting sunlight along with the curves of her body.
“Hello gentlemen.” She said to the three.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, madam” said the one called Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
“How do you do?” acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming smile of perfect teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn’t place.
“Good evening, Ari.” said the man, Sam. “Pardon me, but you look very familiar…” Ari felt a tightening in her stomach, he couldn’t know who she was, no one she had passed previous had recognized her. Given, they didn’t get a good look at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn’t mentioned anything.
“I’m sure I would remember a face such as yours.” She replied calmly, feeling the tension build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 years, black hair and a missing bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless; after all he was a member of the royal navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an advisor to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually recognize her after all these years?
“Ari, where are you from?” questioned Crispin, realizing he knew next to nothing about her. Ari began to panic.
“Where all men are from.” She replied with a false air of calm. “Home.” he looked back at her inquisitively, beginning to suspect something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out? Take her back? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her to his side. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
“Wait. I do know you.” spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
“You’re-” Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Crispin. Hoards of other men began to make their way on deck, assuming positions at canons across all sides of the ship.
“What the hell is going on?” asked Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him. “Why did you sound the alarm?”
The young man looked at him with wide eyes, fear in every corner, his hand began to tremble.
“Pirates.” The young man whispered. Crispin’s face became stone cold, unreadable. She turned his back on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of disbelief on his face. The other two were preoccupied of the news from the tiny man. “What did the ship look like?” He asked, not paying much attention to the man cowering behind him.
“Dark sails, dark oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in position captain…” Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of death on his face.
“We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. Keep an eye.” Turning back to face the men, “Michael, Eliot, man the canons.” He said stone cold. “Sam-”.
“Sir. She’s not who you think-”
Now it was Ari’s turn to have a look of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a thing.
“What do you mean? We have more pressing matters to deal with!” he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
“She’s the Princess.” He stated. Ari’s heart sank, a feeling of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the while in the back of her mind the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to attack.
“What?” Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. escort izmir A look of ‘oh my god’ came across his face when the horns blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a look of confusion, fury, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, hard. “Sam, man your post. No one gets on this ship.”
“Yes sir” he said with one more glance the princess’ way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of blood appeared where his nails dig into her.
“Wait here. We’re taking you home.” He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
“Aim canons! Ready! Fire!” He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the enemy canons fired right back. One lodged right into the side where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the pirate’s ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to collect weapons. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her side where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken ribs. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough sack, collecting her bow and pistol. Bending over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to ignore it for the time being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight to the upper deck as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few pirates trying to climb aboard by ladder. The first missed as she gasped at the pain in her side. She looked down to see a red stain in he otherwise white gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn’t do something now she would either face death in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a Pirate square in the head. The sailors and pirates alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
“Oy, Captain! Up there!” all heads were now turning to face Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the ribs. Well, an eye for an eye, right? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to make their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. Shit, she thought. She withdrew her pistol from her garter, but men had already begun racing aboard the ship and fighting tooth and nail. Many tried to make their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the slew of sailors in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and spot Crispin, but he couldn’t be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of craziness in his eyes. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the eyes. He fell with a thud not three feet away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her attention back to the other. She took a step back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground moments later. She took another step back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the contact when she was grabbed, her hand holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet, when she heard it go off behind her and straight into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the pile of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to face the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the ground, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, young Eliot lying on the ground about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the members of the royal crew had their hands up, including Crispin, front and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must have been at least six and half feet standing. His muscles shone from the sweat that glittered across his body. His tousled dark black hair was tossed in every direction from the sea breeze. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astonishing part of him, his eyes. They glowed a bright, beautiful green that she could see from across the ship; and he stared right at her.
“Well, well” he spoke in a deep, cockney accent. “What do we have here? Little miss daredevil do we? Fightin’ with the big boys are we?” He narrowed his eyes and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent shivers down her spine. “Come here, Lassie.” He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one hand while holding Crispin at swords end in the other. “Drop your weapon.” She took one look at her pistol, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no choice but to follow his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous pirate in front of her.
Her side ached with every step, the red splotch seeping further down her gown as her side continued to bleed. She hadn’t gotten a chance to look at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, Crispin on one side, the stranger on the other.
“Closer”, the dark man whispered. “I want to have a good look at you.” she took a step in his direction, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the side where she had been injured, producing an outward cry from Ari, making her double over in pain.
“Don’t you dare harm the Princess!” came a voice from behind the procession of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his life in an effort to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back tears from the man at her feet and the pain in her side. The man in front of her turned his attention back in Ari.
“Well, that makes this interesting. Princess? Of England?” he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking tone, “Your highness…” He said, dripping with sarcasm. The rest of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her. “Now how did you climb aboard a navy ship? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in front of him. Here was not only a beautiful woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little impressed.
“Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies.” Ari looked over at her rapist from the past week, and decided that she couldn’t have another body on her conscience.
“I needed a change of pace.” She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
“Well, was this a change of pace for you?” He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overwhelming asshole.
“No actually” she said dripping with sarcasm, “this is exactly what it’s like in the palace. We’re just more discrete about it.” She flinched at the truth of her words. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn’t a bloody massacre, she told herself.
“How did you learn to shoot like that?” He asked, genuinely interested.
“My brothers. They’re excellent marksman.” She said, surprised that she responded with the truth. He smiled a leering smile at her, as if he had an idea forming in his head.
“Parlez.” He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
“Parlez?”
“I want to offer you a peace treaty. Under my terms, of course.” She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on. “You come with me, as my prisoner, my war spoil, per say, and I let the remainder of your crew go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the country know what has become of you, or they can continue their journey on and dispose of the dead as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly join me aboard my ship.” He smiled at her, that cold smile that hadn’t left his face since she laid eyes on him.
Crispin gave her a look she couldn’t read. Was it Anger? Lust? Begging?
“And if I refuse?” she asked, knowing what was next.
“I kill you and your crew.”
She paused.
“Parlez?” he asked, holding out his hand waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side.
“Parlez.”

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Marshal Stefan Girard waited anxiously in his chambers as rain poured heavily outside.

Surely, this thunderstorm that had suddenly come over the palace had to be a bad omen, a warning to the proud Marshal to abandon his plans. And yet, the stubbornness of the veteran warrior was nearly as famous as he; having fought fiercely in the civil war and winning his position as Grand Marshal to the crown when the war was won last year, it was plain for all to see that Girard was a man who prized stability in the realm beyond all else.

And if he thought that this plan was the only way to save the kingdom from further bloodshed, nothing could convince him to abandon it.

And just as Girard took a deep breath to steel his resolve, there came the knock on the door that he’d been expecting.

“Marshal,” the man at the doorway greeted with a timid croak when Girard answered the door. “My apologies for keeping you waiting. It was far more difficult to get here in the rain than I had expected.”

There were two cloaked figures there. Even through their disguise, he recognized the man, Oscar Delgado, and deduced it must’ve been his daughter beside him, Silvia Delgado.

Ignoring the man, Baron Delgado’s apologies, Girard quickly ushered them inside.

“You, girl.” Girard commanded, as soon as they were safe inside and away from spying eyes. They were short on time, and he didn’t want to waste any more. “Let me see you. Take off your cloak.”

Since he sent for the Delgados weeks ago, Girard had been anxious to learn whether or not the Delgado girl’s beauty was just as he’d heard. The realm was ripe with beautiful young girls, but only one of them had proven suitable for the Marshal’s desperate plan. To his relief, however, Girard found that the countless sleepless nights he had spent going through hundreds of potential candidates had not gone to waste, for when the girl took off her cloak she revealed a dashingly gorgeous young lady beneath, with flowing brown hair and attractive green eyes.

“Your honor, it has been a while since we last talked.” Oscar Delgado began speaking tentatively, interrupting Girard’s thoughts. “How fares the court in the absence of the King?”

“Less than a dozen people know of the issue.” Girard spoke plainly, hoping his underhanded warning would not go unnoticed. His dispute with the King was sensitive news, and word of it could not get out. “Those that know wisely choose to remain tight-lipped, for the sake of the realm, but more than few courtiers have begun to get curious. We are running out of time.”

He paused for a second to consider his own words, and for a second, it almost looked like Baron Delgado was actually going to say something intelligent for once as his brows furrowed into a frown.

“If I may be so bold as to wonder, your honor, then why not just let the boy do as he pleases? After all, he is our King.”

The powerfully built Marshal nearly exploded at that suggestion. “King or no king, he is still a boy, and ruled by boyish desires.” Girard spat venomously. “While I’m still alive, I will never allow any member of the royal family to disgrace themself by eloping with a lowly peasant! Never!”

Indeed, just talking about it made his blood boil. Crowned at the tender age of fourteen in the aftermath of civil war, the young king was wise beyond his years, but yet still childish and immature. Somehow, he had not managed to grasp the ramifications of declining marriage offers from the realm’s most powerful houses, and tried instead to marry a peasant girl.

That was something Girard could not allow, for such a move would have been sure to anger the lords and ladies of the realm, and throw the kingdom back into chaos. Unfortunately, any attempts at explaining this to the king was futile, for alas the foolish boy was a teenager, and in love. Nothing would stop him from having his way.

“How long has he been gone?” Oscar continued to ask, oblivious of the Marshal’s growing anger.

“About three months.” Girard shook his head, recalling how angry he had been the day he found out. “He took a retinue of Royal Guards loyal to him and boarded a ship with his peasant sweetheart, then fled to Obelisk Isle.”

“The small island off the shore of the mainland? Why would anyone want to go there?”

“Because there he knows he is safe. None of his regents and councilors can force him into marriage without letting the entire realm learn of this debacle while he is there.”

And if word ever got out that the young king had been strong-armed or manhandled out of his own marriage by his Marshal, the outrage from the lords and ladies of the realm would be just as bad. Girard knew this, and so did the boy king.

“That’s why he intends to stay there until he comes of age next year.” Girard muttered bitterly. “And by then, it will be far too late for us.”

“Hm,” Oscar seemed thoughtful. “This is indeed a dire situation. You have a plan, though, right?”

Girard sighed. Though he had made mention to the Baron of his dispute with the king, the Marshal was careful not to divulge very much else. Besides not trusting the incompetent man, additional details were not needed to convince Oscar to help him, for Baron Delgado was only a mere “minor” lord, and very far below the Marshal’s own station. If that was not guarantee enough that the man would consent to Girard’s plan, then his daughter’s interesting predicament was.

“About a month ago, I received terrible news from one of my sources…” Girard hesitated for a moment, but then decided that if they were going to be his co-conspirators, he might as well tell them everything. “The king has officially gotten married to the peasant girl.”

Oscar’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I know, I had not expected it either. Somehow, the boy had managed to convince the local village priest to perform the rites. Now, the two are officially wed as husband and wife in the eyes of the church.”

“But if it is done, then we are too late. That peasant girl is our queen now.”

“Not necessarily.”

Girard smirked triumphantly. He had always considered himself a formidable opponent in both the battlefield and in matters of courtly intrigue, and by hatching this scheme, the Marshal knew that no one could ever possibly question the sharpness of his wits.

“While the king has managed to outsmart us thus far, he still remains as much the lovestruck fool I have said he was.” Girard explained.

“The girl is barely on the cusp of adolescence and her teenage years, younger than his majesty.” The Marshal turned and began to pace around his room. “Under normal circumstances, most would say she was old enough for sexual activity, thus sealing their marriage. But the foolish boy loves her, and thinks she is still too young. He’s afraid of hurting her, and wants to wait.”

Girard felt his lips curl into a cunning smile and paused to turn to the two listening figures in his room.

“They haven’t consummated their marriage yet. And that means it could still be annulled by the church, given one of them chooses to seek annulment because of a… strong enough reason.”

Finally, it was time to turn his attention toward Silvia. The beautiful girl, unlike her father, seemed sharp, and had chosen to remain silent instead of running her mouth with questions thus far. The entire time they had been speaking Girard noticed her quietly listening and digesting everything they’d said carefully.

“That is where she comes in.” He motioned to the girl. “She will be the wedge that drives them apart.”

If Girard had learnt one thing in all his years, it was that the right woman, if used correctly, could bring down any man. That was why he had placed so much importance on selecting the right girl for this plot, and had spent so much precious time carefully considering each and every potential candidate.

The girl for this job had to be older than the king, but just a little older, in order to possess the womanly wiles and charms needed to arouse his interest, and yet still maintain the youthful innocence that a young teenager like the king would irresistibly be drawn to. In short, Girard needed a girl who was not only one of the fairest maidens in the realm, but also precociously gifted with skills in carnal pleasure. And none matched that description better than Silvia, exactly because of her unique predicament.

According to rumor, Sylvia had long lost her maidenhood by this point. A silver-tongued and quick witted bard had been boarding in her father’s estate for several days, and had charmed the girl enough to take her to bed. When discovered, Sylvia was firmly reprimanded and the bard banished from the household, but it was already too late. Sylvia, having been given the taste of a man, continued to constantly crave the sensation of a cock plunged deep inside of her, and became quite insatiable in her hunger for men. In the span of two years, she must’ve fucked half of her court, including her cousins and younger brother, before her father found out and confined her to her bedroom to hide his shame in forced abstinence.

That was, at least until Girard heard of the tale just a week ago and sent for them.

“I hope that she pleases you, your honor.” Oscar said, bowing deeply. Surely, he was eager to get rid of this stain against his family’s name quickly. Fortunately for the both of them, Girard was just as eager to take her off his hands.

“You can leave us now, Baron.” Girard said, eyes fixed on the young girl. “A ship will be waiting for you at the docks to take you back.”

Oscar, relieved at that, gave one more bow, and hurried away without even glancing at his daughter, closing the door behind him.

Now finally alone together, Girard took a step toward Sylvia, closing the distance between them.

“Now that it’s just us, darling,” Girard began to say. “I will admit that, while you are indeed stunning, I’ll have to make certain you truly are perfect for the part.”

Indeed, she was a fair young maiden. At seventeen, Sylvia was at the absolute prime of her youth. Physically her body was that of a woman’s, and yet she was still young enough to yet retain the sweet innocence of a teenager, which allowed her to still be a sight to behold in the simple and inconspicuous plain white skirt she wore.

“What are you saying?” Like all young maidens, Sylvia became nervous and giggly when alone with the six foot four Girard, who towered over most with a physique formidable enough adana escort that none could resist when he made advances toward them, old or young, married or not. As Girard stepped closer, she averted her eyes and he saw that her face was flushed and red.

“I think you know.”

And indeed she did. Without difficulty, the girl disrobed, pulling off her clothes until she was naked, and then looked back up at Girard with anxious excitement. The Marshal, meanwhile, was thoroughly impressed at the sight, and eyed her naked figure lustily.

In all the years that the experienced warrior has lived, Girard has been able to bed any woman he wanted, if he so desired. And yet, even though most maidens many would consider to be pretty now bored him, Girard could see that Sylvia was something different. The youthful innocence about her, combined with her aura of sultry, sexy confidence which undoubtedly stemmed from her precocious sexual prowess, made her probably the most desirable woman in the entire realm.

And Girard knew that he just had to have her.

Cupping his hands over her perfect breasts, Girard felt how smooth and supple the skin was and let his thumbs to run circles around her soft, perky nipples. This elicited a soft but audible moan of pleasure from Sylvia, and before long he could feel that her nipples were completely erect every time he ran his thumbs over them.

As Sylvia continued to moan in pleasure, Girard began to massage her entire breast with one hand and let the other hand roam, and the girl’s moaning became louder and more frequent as her body began to rock back and forth in rhythm with the Marshal’s teasing hands. By the time he had made it down to her crotch, Sylvia was literally dripping wet, with her juices making plopping noises as they dropped onto his chamber floor.

Having given her a small glimpse of what pleasures he was capable of giving her, Girard decided that the foreplay was over, and took her hands in his. Slowly guiding her hand down his heavily muscled body, he stared right into her beautiful green eyes and watched as her breathing quickened in anxious anticipation, until her hands finally reached his groin.

“Oh!”

Sylvia’s eyes went wide the moment her hands bumped into the huge, stiff protrusion that jutted out of the Marshal’s pants. Instinctively, her practiced fingers curled around the girth of it through his tunic, marveling at his size. It was not an unusual reaction; Girard normally did have that effect with women, and unsurprisingly so. He was gifted with a cock in the likened as that of a stallion, and was more than eager to show it to this young girl.

Literally ripping off his shirt and pants, Girard allowed his naked body to stand there in the light of his chambers for a few moments, causing Sylvia’s jaw to nearly drop. The Marshal’s body was built like an ape; layers upon layers of muscle packed heavily into his thighs, chest and arms, and he was absolutely shredded from performing his fat-burning daily calisthenics. Already, the Delgado girl was nervously caressing his bulging abdominal muscles, and Girard could tell just how much she admired his brilliant physique.

Standing at attention right below her caressing was Girard’s rigid shaft, which twitched in its aching need for attention. Standing at a fully erect length of ten inches and with a girth of a little over six inches, Girard was confident that Sylvia had never had anyone even close to his size, which made sense because while the girl was obviously turned on by the Marshal, she seemed to be also quite nervous, as she tentatively reached toward the Marshal’s throbbing member. Unable to wait any longer, however, Girard impatiently grabbed the girl’s wrist.

Yelping in both surprise and perhaps fear, Sylvia was forcibly spun around by her wrists as the Marshal bent her over his bed. Her knees were now on the ground, and her torso was pressed up against his bed.

“Ah-Ohhhh…” The girl moaned as Girard roughly manhandled her. In this position, Sylvia had her rear stuck out into the air, which gave the Marshal very good access to her pussy.

“You love this, don’t you?” Girard muttered, smiling devilishly as he took his cock and gently massaged the area around her exposed, and completely bald pussy with his throbbing tip. The girl only moaned even louder and began rocking her pussy back and forth.

She was extremely wet by now, and Girard could even see drops of her pussy juices running down the inside of her bare thigh. It seemed that she could not wait to take his massive cock any longer, and luckily for her, Girard could not wait to be plunged deep inside of her either.

Lining up his huge rod with her pussy, Girard put one hand on her lower back to steady the girl. The thrashing and writhing that would follow after his huge cock enters her tight, teenaged rosebud was inevitable, but from experience, Girard knew that it came only from a small mixture of pain and a large amount of pleasure.

Pressing the tip of his penis lightly against her entrance, Girard was at first slow and gentle as he felt her lips parting slightly to give way. As he continued to press forward, however, the resistance against his intruding cock began to build up, which caused the friction against her lips to increase.

“Yes, oh give me all of it, please!” Sylvia moaned even louder as pleasure rocked her body like the thunderbolts outside.

The young girl’s begging was more akin to that of a dirty whore than a noble girl, but this only served to excite the Marshal’s arousal even more. Doing just as she wished, the larger man pulled back slightly before pumping forward in one powerful thrust. His pelvis slapped hard against her fleshy buttocks as the entirety of his length slipped inside of her.

“Ah!”

Just as Girard had predicted, Sylvia’s back arched and her body trembled as his cock entered her. Luckily, the experienced man already had his hand ready, and he held her in place as he began sliding his cock in and out of her tight rosebud, even as she began quivering under his hold.

“Oh yes, fuck me, fuck!”

Girard had picked up good speed, and was rhythmically pumping his entire cock in and out of her in quick strokes. Nevertheless, the smaller girl’s enthusiastic moaning never seemed to fade, and it had taken the man quite some time before he understood that the girl’s seemingly nonsensical screaming was actually her begging to be fucked harder. At that, the Marshal had no words. Truly, this little slut from House Delgado was an insatiable nymphomaniac.

Before long, Girard found himself actually panting and groaning too as he smashed his strong pelvis against her rear again and again at nearly blinding speed, which caused the girl’s body to spasm and shake uncontrollably several times while he gripped her wrists and body tightly under him. Girard knew that each time Sylvia did that, she had actually reached orgasm, and yet he, never once did pause to give the girl a reprieve after each of her climaxes. Instead, Girard only continued to fuck her more intensely, which always seemed to bring about her next orgasm even quicker.

Finally, after the girl had about a dozen of her orgasms, some of them even in immediate succession after one another, Girard too felt himself reaching his limit. Grunting and exerting himself like he hadn’t in years, Girard gripped the girl’s body tightly as his rod impaled her time and time again in strong, winding strokes, until he finally could not hold on any longer.

“Fuck!”

With a loud yell, Girard achieved the strongest orgasm he had in years, pumping load after load of his thick, virile semen inside of her. By the time he had completely emptied himself inside her, the Delgado girl had stopped screaming from his relentless final assault against her pussy, and was now softly whimpering in pleasure as the both of their panting filled the silent room.

Sliding his already softening cock out of the teenager, Girard watched as both his cum and her juices spilled out, joining the puddle of Sylvia’s sex juices on his chamber floor. It was not only the floor that was drenched in her juices, however. The Marshal quickly found out when the both of them, drained from their sexual activity, collapsed in an amorous embrace onto the bed, that his sheets too were absolutely soaked. Indeed, this girl was really something.

“Stay with me tonight.” Girard said, holding the young girl close to him. “Tomorrow, I’ll let you know more about what you will do. Then at night you will depart for the Obelisk Isle.”

Sylvia was purring softly, snuggling close into the older man’s muscled chest as she sensually rubbed his thickly built abdomen. Already, he could feel the mass between his legs stirring again.

“But tonight,” Girard breathed into her neck, cupping her breasts into his strong hands passionately. “Stay with me.”

Moaning at the feeling of her breasts being groped, Sylvia cooed and nodded an agreement.

And so, they spent the night together in the Marshal’s room. Sylvia alternated her time there between riding the Marshal’s thick cock and being plowed through on her back, screaming in pleasure into the silent night sky each time. Girard, meanwhile, ended up cumming in her at least half a dozen more times.

••••••••••••••

The sunset had long passed, and yet, the two lovebirds sitting on the sand of the shores of the Obelisk Isle had not noticed.

“Oh, Damien…” Ava moaned softly into the boy’s lips.

Both the young King Damien Brand and his Queen, Ava, were locked in a passionate kiss as they sat under the now dark night sky. During the entirety of their stay in the Obelisk Isle, the two lovers were always together. They ate together at mealtimes, shared walks together, studied together under an old tutor, and even when King Damien trained in arms in the courtyard, Ava was always there, looking on. And it was not just all for show; truly, they were inseparable.

During the civil war, when soldiers stormed the castle and murdered his entire family, Damien had managed to barely flee into the woods. And it was there, at the boy’s lowest and most desperate hour did Ava find him. With his royal garbs torn and shredded, there was no way that the little girl could have possibly recognized the young prince then, but the distressed look on the boy’s face was reason enough for the empathetic peasant child to quickly take him to hide. Only after she did bring him home to her mother did the older woman recognize adana escort bayan the heir to the throne, and made the difficult choice to shelter the fugitive prince for three and a half years in a village of peasant farmers.

Breaking the kiss, Damien opened his eyes and gazed upon Ava’s face.

When she found him, she had only been a girl of eight, and he a boy of ten. And yet during their time together, living the simple life of a peasant farmer, a deep connection between the two children had developed. If Damien claimed it was true love, an adult would cynically laugh and dismiss that, but the boy did not care what anyone had to say. If this feeling and care he had for Ava was not true love, then love did not exist.

“We should head back now.” Ava admitted regretfully. “We’ve been gone quite some time. Your guards will begin to worry that their King had become lost in the dark.”

“They will worry for you too.” Damien smiled kindly, his deep blue eyes seeming to twinkle in the moonlight. “Sir Lionel and his men are loyal to me. They worry as much for their Queen as they do for their King. But you’re right.”

Damien got up off the sand, sighing. Although it was not uncommon for them to escape away from the watchful gazes of their men since they had been joined officially as husband as wife, this time, they had been gone far too long.

“Come on. Let’s head back.”

Because the island was so small, it didn’t take long long before the two young lovers spotted the looming figure of a stone castle, the island’s only one, and the lights of the small fishing village that made up the population of the entire island.

“Good evening King Damien, Queen Ava.” Came the greetings as soon as they entered into the village. The peasants here all dropped what they were doing to face their new King and Queen with broad smiles when they passed, bowing deeply and greeting them happily. Because they mingled amongst the people freely and moved around the island without a smothering detachment of guards, both the young teenagers were well loved and respected by the common folk here.

“My King,” a familiar voice called when they finally reached the castle gates. “I was just about to begin looking for you.”

Damien spun around to see Sir Lionel, dressed in the regal uniform of the captain of the crown’s Royal Guards. He approached the two and bowed deeply to both the King and the Queen.

“Sir Lionel,” Damien greeted, smiling. “I was worried that you’d have already left.”

“Thankfully not.” Sir Lionel smiled back. “I already knew you wouldn’t be keeping track of time when together, so I guessed that you kids would be out late.”

That was true. When Damien was with Ava, time just seemed to slip by. The days could feel like minutes, and moments without her could feel like years. Back when he was attending to court in the palace for the past year, Damien had been absolutely miserable because he rarely got to spend any time with Ava at all. That was all behind them now, though.

“I actually had something for you,” the Captain continued to say, producing a scroll from his pocket. “It’s a message, with Marshal Stefan Girard’s seal on it. Very likely, it was sent weeks ago, but the pigeon that carried it here must have been delayed by the strong winds that have been plaguing the Isle recently.”

“The Marshal?” Raising a brow, the boy took the scroll curiously, and quickly opened it to read its contents.

“Your majesty,” it read, “if this letter does end up finding you, I hope it finds you well. We have had our differences before, but as I sit here in the palace, I cannot help but think of you. Since I found you in that dirty village nearly two years ago, I have fought for you loyally and have always tried to be as much of a mentor to you as I possibly could in the place of your parents. Because of this, I still feel that it is my obligation to offer you congratulations on your marriage. I feel ashamed of myself that you must have had your ceremony in secret with no more than a handful of guards and lowly fishermen in attendance, and even more embarrassed that you must have received no gifts for this momentous occasion in your life.”

Looking back up at Sir Lionel questioningly, Damien frowned. This was very much unlike the proud man Girard was, and the boy king could not help but feel wary of it.

“Just keep reading.” Sir Lionel insisted.

“Even though I do not agree with it,” the scroll continued, “what is done is done, and as your fifteenth birthday is fast approaching, I have decided that I will send you a gift in honor of your nearing birthday in place of a wedding gift: half a dozen carefully selected handmaidens, for your bride. No proper Queen should ever do without companions to see to her daily needs, and I feel as though I have already unintentionally slighted you by depriving you of a proper wedding ceremony fit for a King, with an abundance of gifts and pomp, because of our disagreement. I am truly sorry it had to come to this, and if you do choose to reject this gift, I understand. But if not, please take this as a token of the beginning of what could be reconciliation between us both, for I have always thought of you as my own son. Yours truly, Marshal Stefan Girard.”

“Wow…” Damien was at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say…”

“Your birthday,” Ava nudged Damien. “That’s in a month”

“That does confirm that this message had been sent a while ago.” Sir Lionel nodded, and looked to the Queen. “And if the Marshal’s estimates were accurate, this means that your new handmaidens will arrive tomorrow morning in time to help in the preparations for your birthday celebrations..”

“Handmaidens? Oh, I wouldn’t know what to do with them…” Ava seemed unsure. “I’ve never…”

“It’ll be quite alright,” the Captain reassured. “It won’t take long to get used to, and the Marshal was right. No Queen should ever have a lack of handmaidens by her side. They will be a fine addition to your retinue.” He looked to Damien. “Of course, only if your majesty would accept them?”

Damien was still in a shock, and couldn’t reply right away. Had Girard really sent that? The two had parted on rather bad terms, and he wasn’t sure if they’d ever be on speaking terms ever again after he fled to the Obelisk Isle.

“We will accept them.” Damien finally said after several seconds of thinking. “Of course, we cannot turn down such a gracious token of apology from one of our most loyal supporters during the war.”

“That is a wise choice.” Sir Lionel agreed.

Damien looked to Ava and managed a weary smile. “Now, if you’d excuse us, we’d better retire for the night. If the handmaidens are arriving tomorrow, we’d best be ready to receive them, and tonight has been rather tiring.” He turned to the captain. “My apologies for staying out too late, I… hadn’t noticed it had gotten so late.”

The older man suddenly raised an eyebrow curiously at the possible implication of that statement, and Damien suddenly found himself blushing as he realized what that could mean.

“N-No! I mean, we never…”

Unable to form a cohesive sentence while still stuttering embarrassedly, Damien gave up after a few more seconds and ended up just keeping quiet.

“That’s okay,” Sir Lionel eventually said, laughing it off when he saw the boy’s cheeks growing red. “My job here is to protect you, not judge you.” He looked to Ava and then back to the king affectionately. “I trust you, your majesty, and I know you’ll make the right choices. But for now, you are right as ever. If you want to be ready to receive your new handmaidens tomorrow, you had better go and get some rest. Sleep well.”

••••••••••••

It was a well known fact amongst all who knew the King and Queen how much they cared for each other.

In fact, after their union as husband and wife, the two could often be seen together all around the island, by both the locals and their retinue, lost in bouts of deep, heavy kissing, much like the one they shared earlier that evening while watching the sunset. And sometimes, when they were afforded more privacy, they would even engage in such kisses in varying states of undress, depending on how passionate the young teenagers felt that day.

But no matter how much he wanted to, or how crazy it drove him some days, Damien never allowed things to go any further than just that: kisses. The young boy had married Ava not for lust, but for love, and though the young girl was an extremely pretty little thing, her young age was reason enough for Damien not to allow things to get any more serious.

“But I’m ready! I promise!” Ava would say, her eyes wide as a pup.

Ava said a lot of things that weren’t true when she thought she wasn’t being good enough for Damien. But the truth was, she just wasn’t ready.

Altogether, Ava had known Damien longer than anyone else alive, and the two had spent a lot of time together while he was in hiding. But Damien had been dirty and alone then, and basically indistinguishable from the other village children. Things were different now, with Damien being King. He always had servants and guards all around him, and the young boy knew that because of this, Ava was afraid she would lose him if she ever made him unhappy. That was why she always tried to be so tough, pretending to be stronger than she actually was. She was afraid of being cast aside and replaced by one of the countless people waiting in line to tend to the King.

But from Damien’s objective point of view, he saw things as plainly as they were: Ava was just a child, still as much the wide eyed little girl that she had been when she found him that day in the forest. Her body just wasn’t mature enough for sexual activity yet, and if he ever did try to consummate his marriage with Ava, he knew she’d only get hurt, or perhaps even worse if she actually ended up getting pregnant.

And that was why Damien promised himself that, no matter how Ava pleaded, he would always resist the temptation of having sex with her until she was really ready.

But whereas it was easy for Damien to keep his vow when the two of them were out in the clear light of day, it was far more difficult for the boy in the late night and early mornings, especially since they shared a bedroom that gave them nearly infinite privacy for an entire night.

That was when Damien found himself truly tempted; when the night was dark and the boy’s hormonal young cock would throb and beg escort adana for release, pleading to be dipped into the wetness between Ava’s pretty little thighs irregardless of his earlier promises.

And unfortunately for the boy king, tonight was one of those nights.

“Damien?”

The young couple laid together on their bed, wearing nothing but their undergarments. Even though they had mutually agreed not to engage in sexual activity yet, Damien had allowed for Ava’s request to sleep together with as little clothes on as possible. “I want to feel you,” she had said, “your skin against my skin. Perhaps we cannot join together as husband and wife yet, but the feeling of our bare bodies pressed together would surely have to be the second closest thing.”

Still confident in his own self-control back then, Damien had foolishly accepted. Ever since then, on the nights that the boy had found it difficult to control himself, the intimacy between the young couple and the skin-on-skin contact they shared kept him awake all throughout the night as he went crazy with desire.

“Hm?” He finally answered, though the boy remained facing away from Ava on the bed. He had decided to put some space between them, for if she were pressed up against him while his cock was hard and rigid, Damien knew that it would be another long night spent resisting her, which was not a battle he was always certain he’d win.

“Did I… do something wrong?” Her voice sounded sad and disappointed. “I know I took too much of your time today. I’m sorry.”

There it was again, Ava was afraid she had upset him somehow.

“I just need some space.” He said honestly. “I’m fine, Ava.”

“Oh…”

She tried reaching out to him, but he shuddered at the warm sensation of her touch on his bare back. Instinctively, he pulled away, for the boy was wary of any form on intimacy right now.

“I see… Goodnight, Damien.”

Damien sighed. He could not do this to her; the boy felt terrible, and Ava must have felt even worse going to sleep thinking she had somehow upset him. If he wanted this to work, Damien knew that he’d have to be honest with Ava, even if it embarrassed him.

Turning around on the bed, Damien managed to catch Ava’s eyes before she turned around and went to sleep. “Ava, you didn’t do anything wrong. I promise.”

She smiled a little at that. “Oh…”

Damien continued, beginning to feel flustered as he thought of how he could explain this. “I just… it’s just that it’s getting hard for me, being so close to you like… this.”

He gestured to Ava, and in a moment of weakness, allowed his hands to run down her barely covered body. Damien felt every ridge, bump, and curve on her young adolescent body, from her bare shoulders down to her smooth and trimmed waistline and hip. At being touched so intimately, Ava shivered and moaned softly. Fortunately for him though, Damien managed to shake his head and snap out of it.

“It’s just, it’s harder than I realized.” He admitted, cheeks red with shame. “And I would never hurt you on purpose, but I don’t even know if I can control myself anymore.”

At his crotch, the single piece of cloth that acted as Damien’s undergarments bulged as his rigid six inch cock strained against the fabric. Ava’s eyes flickered toward it, lingering there for several seconds before she looked back up to Damien’s blue eyes.

“Damien…” One hand was stroking his messy golden hair. “It seems almost as if I’m… I’m the one hurting you.”

Opening his mouth to say rebut her words, Damien found no words as he realized what Ava was saying was at least partially true.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Damien. Not ever.” Her pleasant chocolate brown eyes seemed to smile at him, and on her face Damien saw all the sweet, soothing innocence that she had all those years ago when she found him afraid in that forest. “And you could never hurt me. Never. I promise.”

Swallowing, Damien found it difficult to think clearly as Ava stroked his hair. How long had it been since he last had his release? Two weeks? Almost three? A cloud of lust had fallen over the boy once more, and Damien felt his heart racing in excitement and anxiety. He was busy training and studying all day, and spent all his free time both publicly and privately with Ava that Damien never had any time to take care of his own teenaged “needs” anymore.

And while Damien had been lost between her words and his own raging lust, Ava’s free hand had slowly and tentatively crept down toward the boy’s aching bulge. When the tips of her fingers finally brushed against his shaft through the thin cloth, Damien’s eyes widened as a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine.

“Ava…” He groaned, breathing hard. Damien did indeed love her, but no matter what, he was still a fourteen, nearly fifteen year old boy with raging hormones, and found himself almost giving in. “Ava, oh…”

Never before had the boy been touched there like that, even through his undergarments. Taking his soft moans and sighs as a signal to allow her to continue, Ava began to slowly rub her palm against the outline of his crotch, and tried to concentrate on the head of his shaft. Since Damien’s cock was pressed up against his belly because of his waistband, this meant that Ava was stimulating the underside of the tip of his penis, which sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his young body like he never felt before.

“A-Ah…”

Lost in the throes of pleasure, Damien nearly did not feel his young wife’s hands reaching up to his waistband and tugging it down. Only when the head of his cock came free and poked out into the cold air of the room did the teenaged boy regain his senses and gasp in surprise.

“Ava, no!”

With whatever willpower he had left, Damien pushed himself away from Ava and quickly turned away. Surprised at his sudden outburst, the poor young girl yelped in surprise and yanked her hand away from him.

“I’m…” Ava’s voice cracked. “I’m sorry.”

Damien was breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down as he panted. That was close, too close. If he had just allowed that to go on for even a few seconds more, Damien wouldn’t have been able to resist any more and would’ve given in to his desires.

“Don’t be sorry… It’s my fault.” He readjusted his undergarments so that it properly contained his cock. “I should never have allowed things to get that far.”

He swallowed hard and thought of saying something else, something more reassuring, but eventually chose to remain quiet. Bristling at Damien’s sudden coldness toward her, Ava sniffled a little before muttering a goodnight and turning the other way. That night, they both slept for the first time apart from each other.

••••••••••••••••

Far away, sailing on a small ship toward the Obelisk Isle was Sylvia. While below deck, the five other young women all slept soundly in their own private rooms, sleep could not find Sylvia, and she decided instead to go up to watch the stars in the night sky.

Adjusting the simple but elegant dress she had on a little, Sylvia considered herself for a moment. The one she had on was similar to the ones the other handmaidens wore, for it was the uniform of the Queen’s companions. And yet, on Sylvia, it was so much more.

Altered slightly to cling onto her shapely body a little tighter, her dress was indeed more revealing, not in a obviously lewd way, but in a discrete and modest way. The material of her dress was thinner, and its bust hugged her chest tightly, causing it to seem as if her breasts could only barely be contained in the dress. Her waistline was also sewn tighter, giving her body more of an allure than the other girls, and her skirt was also cut just a tiny bit shorter than it was supposed to be, revealing a generous glimpse of her creamy, smooth thighs.

Given this, Sylvia surprisingly did not feel cold even as the night winds blew, for a million thoughts were racing in her mind. Namely, how her father had left her without even saying goodbye, the wild night she had spent with the formidable Marshal, and of course, her mission.

“Damien is a boy, and has loved no other than that peasant girl that he is so taken by.” Girard had told her before she left. “But Ava is no more than a mere child, while you…”

Sylvia shivered as she remembered how the Marshal caressed her naked body that morning in bed.

“You are a woman, the most beautiful and fairest in the entire realm. Any man or boy could see that.” His hands had rested on her breast. “And without a doubt, so will Damien. He will come to his senses once he gets a taste of you, I just know it.”

In short, what the Marshal wanted was for Sylvia to seduce the King.

“Damien is a prideful boy, and the quarrels I’ve had with him have only served to strengthen his resolve. If you are successful, he may take you as a lover, but he will not seek separate from his wife.” He had continued saying. “Thankfully, the girl is different. Ava is sweet, sensitive, and will be prone to jealousy. Really, she is very much just a child. Turning the newlyweds against one another would be the only chance we have at manipulating them to annul their marriage.”

Sylvia shuddered at that, and rubbed her arms as she remembered the Marshal’s suggestion of allowing Ava to catch her abed with Damien. Just the thought of that made her anxious. She was attractive, yes, and precociously talented in the arts of sexual pleasure. But this was the King they were talking about. It didn’t matter that Damien and his new Queen were just children, what Girard was asking of her was treason through and through.

And yet… did Sylvia care about that very much? After all, Girard did promise her riches, and a position at court that far exceeded the lowly station of her own father. Ever since she had been a little girl, Sylvia did always dream about becoming a beautiful maiden in the court of the King, which had always been unattainable with the influence her father had. Did she really have another choice, now that her dream was finally within reach?

Not at all.

Surely, the risk her mission posed had to be worth it. The King was still under the Marshal’s regency, after all, and had not yet obtained his full powers as monarch. For the most part, besides his retinue of Royal Guards, Damien had zero support behind him, and was as much of a King as a clawless and toothless bear was a beast. If Sylvia played her cards right, the King would prove to be a mere harmless boy, helpless to resist her charms just as so many other boys had been.

And with that in mind, Sylvia smiled to herself as she watched the gentle sea sparkle under the starlight of the night sky.

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David Guevara was fast asleep, currently having what seemed to be a very realistic wet dream. For some reason, he could feel something very warm and wet around his crotch, and it felt more than real. He yawned as he slowly opened his eyes and woke up, turning his head down to look at what the source of the pleasure was. He was then met with the eyes of his sexy mother, who was currently sucking his dick to wake him up. With a wet pop, she removed her mouth from his crotch. “Morning, handsome.” she greeted him with a wink. He still felt pretty exhausted, especially after how many loads he emptied into his mother’s mouth the night before. She brought her head back down to finish her morning blowjob.

Feeling his impending release, David wiped the hair that was slightly covering her face to watch as his semen once again filled her mouth. The load wasn’t as big as the previous nights, but Sofia moaned as she began to lap at his dick after she was done swallowing, cleaning up her mess. “Damn, good morning to you to Mom.” he said as he slowly began to get out of bed. “David, I took the day off so I could spend time with you on your birthday today.” said Sofia with a grin on her face. “Mommy’s going to make you feel really good today, after you were such a good boy yesterday” she said, patting her son on the head.

The curvy mother let out a yelp as David suddenly picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he supported her by carrying her from her firm butt. With a giggle, she lightly began to kiss his neck as he carried her to the washroom. He sat her down on the counter of the sink, as he slowly began to lean in to kiss her. “W-wait! Let me brush my teeth first.” she said as she placed on her hands on his chest to stop him from kissing her. After spending practically an hour sucking the cum out of his cock last night, her breath probably smelled pretty bad.

“Let me do it, Mom.” said David after he finished brushing his own teeth, using an extra toothbrush so he could do what he was planning to do next. He shook his dick a little bit to let out a bit of his precum onto the brush, and then sprayed some of the toothpaste on it. Sofia opened her mouth for him to see, and he started to wipe her tongue with the toothbrush, trying to get most of his precum on it.

After giving the brush a few good licks, and getting both the toothpaste and his cum wiped on her tongue, she laughed as she took the toothbrush with her hand and finished brushing her teeth. When she was about to rinse her mouth, she saw her son opening his mouth. Sofia got the hint and spat onto his tongue, as David gladly swallowed it. “That was pretty gross, David, you dirty boy.” she said as she playfully teased him. “It’s nothing compared to what you put in your mouth yesterday, old hag.” he said. “What do you mean? It tasted so good.” said the mature latina, her words making his penis twitch and slightly harden.

David grabbed her bikini top and pulled it down to let her tits pop out, as be began to suck on her nipple. “Mmm. David you’re pretty good at that.” praised his mother as she lightly began to caress his hair. He opened his mouth as he began to suck in more her breast, as used one of his hands to grope her other breast, and used the other to support her as he carried her into the shower. “Ohh, David!” moaned Sofia as he continued to suck on her nipple. Her son stopped groping her breasts to turn the shower on. She gasped as she felt her son´s hands went towards her chest, and then he ripped off her bikini top.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing any clothes today, Mom.” DAvid said with a growl as he brought his hands down towards her hips to rip off the bottoms of her bikini. He cupped her butt, as he brought his mouth towards her nether region and began to lap at her pussy. She loudly moaned as her son did his best to pay her back for last night, she tried to help him out by separating her lower lips with her fingers to give him better access. He slowly removed his mouth as he stared at her womanhood. It was so finely trimmed and was a beautiful pink. “You’re so beautiful, Mom.” he whispered to her as he continued to lick her cunt.

“Ohhh, David. It feels so good!” she moaned as she started to lightly press his head into her crotch, similar to what he was doing to her all night yesterday. Then suddenly, her son stopped licking, and pulled his mouth away from her nether regions. Sofia asked “W-whats wrong?” as she felt slightly disappointed. David suddenly stood up, and roughly grabbed her butt cheeks as he pulled her body towards him. He slipped his cock directly underneath her vagina and in between her thighs.

“Oh fuck, David!” she gasped as he began to thrust in and out of her thighs, rubbing his shaft alongside her cunt. She grabbed the back of his head to pull him into a passionate kiss, lathering each other’s mouths with each other’s saliva as water continued to pour onto their naked bodies. The busty mother began to thrust her hips forward, matching her son´s as she rubbed her pussy against his cock. She opened her mouth wide as her son had tilted his head and deepened the kiss to the point where his tongue was comfortably inside her mouth.

She moaned as he began to move his tongue around inside of her mouth, licking the roof of her orifice, before playing with her tongue. Wanting to feel more pleasure, she squeezed David’s cocks in between her thick, wet, caramel thighs as she began to jerk him off with her violently thrusting hips. Her son moaned into her mouth as he continued to tongue her, and increased the grip on her large buttcheeks, thrusting back with all of his might.

Sofia separated herself from the kiss, catching a deep breath as she continued to hump his dick. “David, sweetie! I’m going to cum!” she moaned fethiye escort incessantly as David pressed his lips against hers, once again opening his mouth so he could taste her tongue. She let out a loud moan as her son sucked on her tongue, his cock almost slipping into her folds as he aggressively thrusted into her. She practically screamed as she came, shuddering as she let out her liquids onto his cock.

The mature latina had her mouth open while her son was still sucking on her tongue, panting hard after she experienced her first orgasm in a while. David growled as he grabbed her hips and turned her around. After regaining herself, Sofia arched her back and bent her ass for her son, knowing that he was getting ready to hump her ass like he did every morning, but this time she was going to give him his beloved buttjob.

David lightly rubbed his erection in between her crack, trying to comfortably settle in. Once he was in between her cheeks, he groaned loudly as his mother flexed her buttcheeks, squeezing him in between. The adolescent boy continued to breathe heavily as his mother began to shake her ass up and down, giving him the buttjob he so dearly enjoyed the last time they showered together. This time however, David knew he could get away with more since it was his birthday.

He continued to thrust against her wet, glistening rump as he began to slap her round cheeks. After gripping them hard, Sofia was confused as he began to steady her hips after sliding his hands over to grip her hips. She turned around to look at him, as she saw her son pull back as he began to spread her cheeks, exposing her asshole as he lined up against her rectum.

“D-David, wait! I haven’t done that before!” she hopelessly pleaded as her son grunted as he pressed his hips forward, successfully entering the head of his cock into her backside. “Ooooohhh FUCK!” they both screamed as they both had their first anal experience. Sofia squeezed him around her butt as hard as she could, before she started to press her ass into him wanting him to get deeper into her anus. “Mom! Mom.. I’ve always thought about doing this to you everytime you shook this fat ass against me! It feels like heaven!” he shouted as he threw his head back in euphoria.

David groaned as he got deeper into her ass, and began to thrust against her, watching as her wet butt cheeks slapped against his hips. The plump latina put her hands onto the shower wall, screaming in pleasure as she began to shake her hips to the side, letting her son feel her walls. “Ahh, I can’t take it anymore!” shouted David as he pushed her down, her face was on the shower floor as she bent her ass up as far as she could. He gripped her hips tightly as he finished his last thrusts into her ass, groaning hard as began to shoot ropes of his cum deep into her ass.

He shuddered as he stood still, staring at her backside as she never stopped shaking it against him, and watched in awe as he poured out his semen into her anus. “Ohhhhhh.” he groaned as he slowly thrusted against her to make sure he finished ejaculating. As he slowly slid out, his mother´s body was limp against the floor, panting hard as she just had her first anal experience. “I’m in love with this fat ass of yours mom.” he said as he slapped her buttcheek, before rubbing it gently. He vowed to never forget this moment, as he began to see his semen pour out of her abused asshole.

After they both recollected themselves from the intense pleasure they both felt, they cleaned each other off in the shower, taking a slight break from their sexual desires. As the water turned off, they embraced each other as they shared a quick, passionate kiss, before David began to carry her out of the shower. They both didn’t even bother getting dressed, as they kissed the entire time he was carrying her, groping her butt as he carried her downstairs.

Sofia was holding onto her son so tightly, and he was genuinely surprised with how clingy she was right now. They couldn’t stop kissing each other, as David finally put her down after separating his lips from the erotic kiss. He panted as he said “let’s get something to eat first.”, before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. As he got his bowl of cereal ready, and sat down on the dinner table, his naked mom climbed on top of him to sit on his lap. “So, birthday boy, I never remembered saying you could fuck my ass?” she said, interrogating him as she ground her ass onto his exposed cock. “Sorry, mom. I was fantasizing about that for the last few months” he admitted. David thought she would be a lot angrier after what he did to her, but he quickly realized that she enjoyed that as much as he did.

Sofia grabbed his spoon and took a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, before turning her head to David. She kissed him on the lips, as she opened her mouth to erotically feed him his breakfast. “Mm, you’re so dirty mom.” said David, licking her tongue as they continued to kiss. They were both interrupted as Sofia´s phone that was on the table began to rang. “It’s dad!” said David as he picked up the phone.

“Hey, old man?” David said as he answered the phone call. He let out a slight smile as his dad told him happy birthday. “Yeah, yeah, thanks old man” said David. During their conversation on the phone, his mother was still sitting on his lap. She grinned to herself as a dirty idea crept on her mind. She got off his lap as she began to slide underneath the table, her son looking at her in confusion until he realized what she was about to do.

David shook his head at her, trying to tell her to wait before he got off the phone with his dad. Sofia didn’t listen as she grabbed his erection, and gave a sloppy kiss to the head, as she opened her mouth and alanya escort licked at the tip, gathering all of his precum. “Ohh, god damn it… What? Oh, nothing, Dad. Just stubbed my toe on something..” said David, trying to make up excuses as to why he was groaning into the phone.

David tried to press his hands against her forehead, to push her sexy mouth off his dick. He’d never seen someone so eager to suck someone’s cock, and of course it had to be when he was on the phone with his dad, and her husband. Sofia forced her head down, and began to take her son into her gullet, coughing slightly as she tried to open her throat to make more of him down.

“Yeah, yeah. YUP! I’m fine dad.” David panted, as his mother´s nose finally reached the base of his cock. She let out a loud moan, and he knew it was going to start to be dangerous if he continued the call so he rushed to hang up. “Fuck, mom! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted as put her phone down on the table. He slid his chair back to look at his mother, who currently had his dick jammed in her throat.

He gripped her head as he began to fuck her face, trying to get revenge from the dirty trick she just played on him. Her tight throat constricting against his cock as he mercilessly thrusted his large cock into her orifice. His mother began to tilt her head to the side as she gripped his hips to force more of him into her throat, as she began to furiously bob her head.

Tears began to form on her eyes as she began to feel the pain of having such an intense facefuck David, showing no remorse, said “You brought this one on yourself, Mom.” as he moaned when he pushed as deep as he could. He could see the bulge form on her throat and tears starting to drip down her face. He grabbed the sides of her head as he began to almost shake it back and forth, increasing the speed of her head bobbing.

“MMMMM.” muffled cries of loud moaning began to fill the room as she was having the roughest throat fuck of her life. David pushed his chair back to stand up as his thrusts began to slow down as his cock began to throb. The curvy latina mother took him out of her throat and closed her eyes, keeping her head still to begin swallowing. She was surprised when her son suddenly slipped out of her mouth. He grunted as he pointed his dick downwards and sprayed a massive load on her chest.

Sofia opened her eyes as she felt his semen cover her entire chest. “W-wait!” she exclaimed as she gripped his cock in a hurry, shoving it into her mouth as she moaned when he started to spray his semen into her mouth. “Wow, Mom. Who knew you were such a slut? So desperate for my cum.” he laughed, as his mother began to stroke his dick and bob her head on his cock. Instead of swallowing, she allowed his semen to pool up inside her mouth, until her cheeks bulged from the sheer amount of his load.

After he was spent, he pulled out of her mouth, with a large strand of saliva connecting them. Sofia kept her cheeks filled like a chipmunk, as she opened her eyes and stared at her son. She turned her head up and opened her mouth, showing him as she played around with his semen using her tongue. “Swallow it.” he commanded, staring at his beautiful mother.

She kept her mouth open as she slowly began to swallow his load. It took her a few gulps to get most of it down, as David stared at her in awe the entire time. She started to wipe her tongue around the insides of her mouth to show him the results of her work. She pressed a final wet kiss on the head of his cock as she stood up. She let out a slight burp after she had just finished her “breakfast”.

They both panted as they stared into each other’s faces, until David held her into a tight embrace. “M-mom. I want to fuck you.” he confessed. “I know you do, honey. But, we’ll never be able to go back..” she muttered. “Stop kidding yourself, you really think after my birthday’s over, we’re really gonna stop?” he questioned. “David… I told you i’m just doing this for your birthday.. It’s not right, I can’t cheat on your dad and commit incest.” she said, as her son laughed. “I already fucked your ass, and came inside your throat like four times already!” she blushed as she was at a loss for words. She knew he was right. She only promised him one blowjob, but that turned into three consecutive blowjobs, followed by anal sex, and another facefuck.

“Mom.. Let me make you feel good. Let’s throw away this whole birthday present thing, and let’s just become lovers.” he whispered into her ear. “I know you love my cock mom.” he said as he began to rub the head of his cock against her nether lips. She shuddered at the intimate contact, staring into his eyes. “Please, Mom. I want to be inside you so badly.” he pleaded as he palmed her asscheeks. David began to carry her upstairs, before lightly placing her down on the bed where this all began.

He urged her legs open as he lightly pulled them apart, revealing her stunning vagina. “I love you, Mom. You’re the sexiest woman on the planet.” She knew he was just trying to sweet talk her so she would let him fuck her, but the sad look on his face made it so hard to refuse him. “D-David..” she weakly muttered. “J-just don’t tell anyone. Promise me nobody will find out.” said Sofia. “I don’t think anyone would want to be bragging about having sex with his mother. Even if you’re this hot.” laughed David.

They stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. Until Sofia broke the silence by wrapping her legs around his waist, and nodded her head to give him the “okay. David had a huge smile on his face, as he was super excited to finally fuck his mother, the goal he set out to do for the longest time now. He breathed hard as he slowly began manavgat escort to take in how beautiful this woman was.

From her plump lips, to her enormous breasts, her soft, caramel ass. She was the definition of a goddess, so unfairly sexy. No other woman could compare to her. She had the perfect hourglass figure. He’s never released so many loads in such a short amount of time in his life. The now 16 years old son slowly reached down to rub her bottom lip, looking at her with such admiration for her beauty.

He put both of his hands on her hips, as he slowly began to slide his erection into her snatch. Sofia closed her eyes and moaned as he slid the head of his cock into her pussy. It felt so incredibly tight, not as tight as her asshole, but it was sexier when he could tell that she was feeling good too.

Sofia pushed him towards her with the legs she wrapped around him, as her son began to shove more of his cock into her awaiting cunt. “You´re so tight, Mom.” stammered Davidas he watched himself enter his mother. “You’re so big, David.” she urged him on as he finally finished penetrating her and was lodged deep into her vagina. “You can start moving now, sweetie.” whispered the busty mother, letting him know it was okay to start letting himself go now.

He put both of his hands onto her breasts, and roughly began to grope her mounds as he leaned in for a kiss. They kissed like they were in love with each other, lips passionately smashing against each other as their tongues danced. Davd began to thrust himself into her pussy, grunting in pleasure he’s never felt before. His mother´s pussy was so warm and tight, it almost felt as good as her throat.

He smiled as he felt his mother´s legs trap him at his waist, not letting him leave the depths of her pussy if he tried to, not that he’d ever consider that. Her mouth opened with her tongue hanging as she moaned, closing her eyes as David´s dick began kissing her womb. She had never had sex with a man so big that they could reach that deep. Her son tilted his head to tongue fuck her mouth once more as he closed his eyes and began to slip his cock in and out of her pussy.

He stopped groping her breasts and wrapped his arms around the back of her head and neck, pulling her into a tight embrace as he dicked her down. Sofia moaned into his mouth as she returned the hug. They were both locked into a passionate embrace and kiss, as David´s dick began to throb from the pleasure of his mother’s vagina. He didn’t even bother to warn his mother, as he felt his inevitable release was coming. The sounds of the room as filled with sounds of their lips smacking against each other, and wet sloppy noises from the sounds of his mother´s sex. David pressed their lips into a tight lock as he moaned hard in his mouth. Sofia’s eyes widen during the kiss as she felt her son began to empty his load deep into her womb.

Sofia moaned hard into the kiss, opening her mouth and pressing her tongue onto his as she shuddered from the endless amount of cum being poured into her. She continued to trap him in between her legs as he continued to thrust into her snatch, shooting large strands of semen into her womb. The busty mother stopped the kiss and looked down as she stared at her son´s throbbing cock spasm as it continued to shoot semen into her.

David’s body went limp as he finally finished ejaculating, and slowly laid on top of his mother. They stared at each other as they never separated, and were still connected from their genitalia. “Mom, that was the best feeling in the world.” David panted. Sofia smiled at him, and lovingly kissed him on the lips. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” she whispered. He looked down at the lower half of their bodies as he slowly pulled out of her, with a large strand of cum hanging onto the tip of his cock and her lower lips.

“I love you, Mom.” moaned David as he began to suck on her breasts. Sofia moaned and held the back of his head. “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetie.” suggested the caramel latina as she started to sit up. She leaned over and took his erection into her mouth. David stayed laying down as he grabbed his mother´s leg and swung her over top of him, so he was facing her vagina.

They both entered the 69 position, with Sofia wanting to thank her son´s large cock for pleasuring herself, and David wanting to thank his mother’s tight pussy for making him cum so much. They both released a moan into each other’s genitals, as David grabbed her ass to push her into his mouth, lapping at her clit with his skillful tongue. “Mom, you taste so good.” complimented David as he licked at her sweet nectar for the second time today. Sofia moaned her response, but was too busy with his dick in her mouth for him to understand what she was saying. Still sensitive from all the sex they just had, they both released fairly quickly.

Sofia cumming first as she began to spray her son´s face with her sweet juices, David gladly licking all of it up. He grunted as he put both of his hands down on her head to cum deep inside her mouth. They both moaned as they licked at each other’s genitalia, with David´s erection finally softening. His semen spraying inside of her mouth and around her face, coating her with his cum. They spent the next minute slowly licking at each other’s privates, delighting in the taste of each other.

Sofia slowly crawled off of him, and laid down beside him as he draped his arm around her shoulders. She grasped his soft member between her cold hands, and kissed him on the cheek. “David… What are we going to do when your dad gets back?” she whispered into his ear. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.” he assured her as he slowly leaned over her, entering her for a second time. They both fucked like animals for the next 20 minutes, before David released himself into his mother´s womb again, and they both fell asleep on her bed with David´s cock still deep inside her vagina. They kissed each other slowly once more as they both drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted and spent.

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A happy family had always been a little hard to come by in Sam’s life. The relationship between his mom, Lucy, and dad for most of his life had always been strained and despite any efforts to hide the cracks from Sam as he grew up, he’d always sort of known.

As it became harder and harder to hide the fact of it all from him, they had put less effort into trying. Nights of silence, cold and bitter were replaced more and more frequently with nights of arguing, shouting or even absence, his mother or father opting to spend the night somewhere else entirely.

They’d promised themselves, apparently, that they would stay together until he moved out, for his sake. That plan had apparently changed to when he would turn eighteen. Then, to when he turned seventeen. In reality, they had split when he had just turned just sixteen and, in a way, it had been a difficult time, though he hadn’t had to make any hard decisions about who to stay with.

The house was in his mother’s name, inherited from her grandmother years before and with his father seeking to move across the country, there had never been any debate as to where would be best for Sam and though he saw his father now and then, their relationship strained with the distance.

The first few months of his mother’s newfound single life had been one of relief and joy for her, but as time went on doubts and worries had begun to creep into her mind. Her work, as a teachers assistant in a nearby school, helped for the most part to cover the basic costs, but she struggled with debts beginning to mount, their quality of life dipping and the prospect of having to sell the family home, her home for near enough all of her life, was starting to become a looming prospect.

But things had changed for the better for Lucy when she had met Cassandra. Unlike Lucy, who was a delicate little thing like Sam, closer to five foot than six with a delicate figure and light blonde hair, Cassandra was a standout. A little over six foot and with skin like dark rich chocolate, she had appeared in their life in what had seemed like a whirlwind romance with Lucy. She had been a temp at him mothers school and, after inviting his mother out for a few drinks on her last day had, for convenience, crashed that night at theirs. But something that night had changed, between them both stumbling home drunk and Cassandra leaving the next morning, something had sparked. A couple of drinks turned into a couple of dates, a couple of dates turned into many more besides and within six months she had moved in, living with Sam and his mother, halving the bills and making things more than manageable.

It hadn’t taken Sam long to find out just what the spark between Cassandra and his mom had been. Each night, without fail, for anywhere between fifteen minutes and, on some occasions, anywhere up to a couple of hours, he was forced to put his headphones in, lest he listen to the gasps, moans, pants and groans that emanated from their bedroom, permeating the entire house with no room for misunderstanding as to what was causing them.

In the early days it had been a source of embarrassment, he would blush and play loud music, trying to drown out the symphony of sex, but now, almost a year and a half on from when it had started, if anything, he was just used to it. No longer did he cringe and hide each night, though he still lost himself to the less pervasive noise of his own music.

His mom was completely infatuated with Cassandra and, for her part, Cassandra seemed to love her too, but her actions sometimes left Sam feeling more than a little bit off guard, especially after he turned eighteen. He had wondered what it would be like, having a step mom like Cass, and while he wasn’t sure what to expect it hadn’t been the sexual nature of the woman. Always sweet towards him in front of Lucy, every now and then he would come down early in the morning, heading to the kitchen for a drink or something to eat, and he would bump into Cassandra.

That in itself wasn’t unusual, but more often than not at these chance encounters she would be stood, her butt leaning on the kitchen counter, completely nude, save for a cup of steaming coffee clasped in her hands. She would smirk then turn to leave, as if she had been stood there just waiting to be caught, letting him see her in all her glory, her legs long and lithe but powerfully built, like a long distance runner, her hips curved, her waist thin, her breasts full and soft, slightly low as she was, after all, in her late thirties. Her smile was intoxicating even when he caught her in such compromising moments, often drawing his attention away from other more pressing matters, namely, the thick chocolate cock that slept between her thighs, imposing and threatening. Before he fled those encounters or she left she had always managed a flirtatious wink and a loving, “Morning sugar,” that set his cheeks aflame.

In other ways too, he was sure, she flirted with him, friendly hugs always lasted a few moments too long, her hand often squeezing him here or there as she did, her eyes would wander over his body and even when he caught her looking, she would continue, never ashamed to be caught by him.

Her comments too while seemingly sweet and innocent to his mom left different implications with him, Cassandra often commented on how much like his mother he was, with his small build, doe-like eyes, cute blonde hair and, she would always tease with a laugh, his big white ass. Playful jokes seemingly, but coupled with everything else it made him feel… A lot of things.

Following a quaint little ceremony, she became for all intents and purposes his new step-mom and her flirtatious interest in him didn’t dwindle as he had expected, to the contrary she had taken every opportunity when Lucy wasn’t around to make Sam the centre of her attention, as if tempting him with her gorgeous body while leaving absolutely no doubt in his mind about what she wanted to do with him.

It left him feeling conflicted, he’d never had much luck with girls and at nineteen he had never been in any kind of relationship. While, for the most part, her attention made him uncomfortable, her wanting gaze was the only one he seemed to get and it made him feel warm. Her cock, in particular, was a source of unsurety, he knew he shouldn’t want it, but he found himself drawn to it, curious about it, it was after all so much bigger than his own.

Whenever she squeezed him to her body or he caught her looking in an especially lustful way he would feel his heart flutter. He enjoyed her attention, though he hated himself for it, she was much older than him, she fucked his mom on the regular and, he had to keep reminding himself, she she had a huge black cock.

He always wondered if, given the opportunity, how far she would take things with him, but for the longest time the chance never came, Lucy so enamoured with Cassandra she was never too far away from home. At least, that is, until his mom was invited to a foreign school. Her own school had received exemplary awards for quality and, as one of the more outstanding members of staff she had been invited to take part in a school exchange program, staff would, for two weeks, switch with counterparts in foreign cities to share knowledge, hopefully with the outcome of both parties coming away with an increased understanding of how to best teach their respective classes.

His mom was simply thrilled, they had seldom been on holiday and never outside of their own country to be part of a small team selected to go to Canada to impart their knowledge, a destination she had always wanted to visit but never been able to was just the best thing in the world for her, outside of Cassandra and Sam, of course. Both of whom had been incredibly supportive, but in the week or so leading up to her trip, a full two weeks away, a tension had risen between the two of them, one that his mother, in her glee had completely failed to notice.

The night before she left, as she had a very early plane to catch, she had come in to see Sam before he had fallen asleep, hugging and kissing him, the excitement plain on her face as she had told him to be good with Cassandra, to look after her and to help out around the house and not to slack just because she wasn’t here.

He had of course promised, hugging her and wishing her a great time away, though a part of him wished he was going too, though his mother kept stressing it was ‘mostly’ a work thing, not a leisure thing and, that night, he had fallen asleep to the sound of a particularly passionate night just a couple doors over.

As morning rolled around Sam yawned cutely, stretching out under his sheets as his alarm bleeped at him from beside his bed, his phone telling him it was time to get up and get ready for an especially lazy Saturday. His mom, he knew, would’ve only left a few hours ago and would probably be at the airport waiting for her flight to Canada, she would be early but she always liked to be.

Stretching out again and letting out a whine of reluctance he slipped his legs out of bed, pressing them into the cool softness of his carpet before rising to his feet, stretching and arching his back before karabük escort blinking sleepily.

He reached down and gently scratched his thigh through the simple pair white boxers he wore and glanced around his room, trying to figure out what he was going to do today, probably sketch he thought, or paint if he could find inspiration. But, swallowing, he winced a little, his throat was dry and his thirst was dire.

Padding barefoot from his room he began to make his way through the too quiet house, running his fingertips through his long blonde hair, pushing it back into some semblance of order, his bright blue eyes blinking slowly, wearily.

He stepped through the living room, between the deep couch his mom and Cassandra often occupied and the smaller one-seater that was often his own, then past the TV they often watched together towards the kitchen.

He paused at the threshold, instantly feeling more alert as, to his surprise, he caught Cassandra standing there, sitting hopped up onto the edge of the bench, the newspaper splayed out beside her, a coffee steaming beside it.

He stared at her and she looked over towards him, a smirk on her lips, “Morning sugar.”

Blushing furiously he turned to go but her words caught him, making him stop short, only half turned away from her, “Ah, come on sweetie, don’t be like that.”

He looked back at her, his voice uncertain, his eyes more so, not sure where to look, “L-like what?”

“Babe, you’ve seen me naked a hundred times, still not used to it?”

He shrugged a little, glancing towards the fridge, “It’s weird…” he said softly.

“It’s comfy. Go on, grab a drink if you’re thirsty.”

He hesitated, then did so, stepping closer towards her and the fridge, opening it and pulling out a bottle of fruit juice.

She set a cup down on the counter beside him helpfully and he poured himself a glass before setting the bottle back, her smirk ever present, curious, enjoying the freedom of not having his mother to risk her for her lewd behaviour, enjoying his embarrassment.

He weakly smiled his thanks and picked up his cup, taking a step back towards the door before, again, he was stopped by her words, “So, two weeks together huh? Are you going to be this shy for the whole two weeks?” she said, a little teasing.

“Are you going to be this naked?” he asked back, not turning to look.

“Mm, maybe,” she let out a soft little sigh, tilting her head back and pushing her breasts forward, “It’s just so freeing, it feels wonderful… You really should try it sometime, it’d be nice to have that hot ass of yours on show walking around the house for two weeks.”

He blushed crimson and looked across at her, her eyes weren’t up to meet his, they were down, shamelessly staring at his ass through the confines of his boxers.

“You can’t just walk around the house naked for two weeks Cassie.” He said, turning to face her again, if only to tear her eyes away from his ass.

She looked up at him and grinned, “Oh? Can’t I sugar? I don’t see why not, I mean, you enjoy it after all.”

His eyes widened at the accusation, “N-no I don’t!”

“Sure sure…” She hopped off the bench, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she took a half step towards him, “Tell you what, I’ll put on some clothes right after I get a hug, how’s that sound hm?” She set her coffee cup down on the side and opened her arms, tilting her head, a playful expression on her face.

He bit his lip glancing aside, “Why are you being like this?”

“Like what hun?” She teased, but he looked up at her, his expression a little clouded.

“Like this! Wandering around naked in front of me all the time, flirting with me, touching me!” he said, raising his voice a little bit, which, given his usually demure attitude was quite out of character for him.

Far from impressed by his outburst, Cassandra shrugged a little, folding her arms under her breasts, boosting them up to sit fuller on her chest, “it’s for your own good darling.”

“How! How could this possibly be for my own good?” He said, a little exasperated as he looked back at her.

“Because girls like me aren’t rare, cutie. And sooner or later you’re going to go to college and looking and acting like you do? Baby, you’re going to be someone’s college girlfriend within a week… So you’ll need to know how to look after women like me.” She explained with a smirk.

“What do you mean, looking and acting like I do? I’m just another guy!” He pouted, hands on hips, not helping his cause.

She laughed a little, “Oh Sammy, baby, let’s see, how about your long hair, your wide hips, your thick ass, the tight jeans, your trimmed nails, the fact that you shave, the way you love to cook, you love to clean, you love to dance… I could go on?”

He frowned, “There’s nothing wrong with any of that! Guys can like to cook and clean and dance. And every guy shaves!”

“Every inch of their body?” She smirked.

“S-some do! It’s uncomfortable…” He said, defensively.

“Mmhm and then there’s all the shemale porn you watch.” She said casually.

“W-…Wh.. I…” He stammered and she tilted her head, his voice falling to a whisper, “H-how did you even know about that…”

She let out a soft little laugh, “Oh honey, I didn’t.”

He blushed crimson and fell silent, looking down at his feet, his arms folded a little uncomfortably over his bare stomach.

She took a step forward and slid a hand around his waist, pulling him into a gentle embrace. He didn’t unfold his arms, but he didn’t step back either as she pulled him against her, his cheek pressed to her chest, “I don’t know who you’re trying to fool sweetie, embrace your femininity, let me teach you what you want so desperately to learn…”

After a long moment he pushed himself from her, looking up at her with watery looking eyes and she smiled down at him, kind and reassuring.

“…You got your hug…” he whispered softly, before turning and leaving her with her hands on her hips, sighing softly as she watched him go, foiled again.

True to her word she dressed in simple clothing, though she didn’t see much of him. He kept to himself for the most part, locked away in his room expressing himself through his art, lost in his own thoughts as he turned over in his mind what she had said.

He had seen many, many women like Cassandra in porn but had assumed that they were rare in the real world. Thinking on her words, about them being common made him wonder about his friends and who among them might be packing.

He sighed a little and scrapped the picture he was working on, crumpling it up and throwing it into the corner narrowly missing his bin, letting it settle among several other failed attempts. His expression of self today was thrown off by not knowing who he wanted to be.

After a few minutes staring at a blank canvas waiting to be drawn on he pushed himself back from his desk and stood, stepping towards his door and hesitating, looking at himself in a narrow full-length mirror he kept in the corner.

He ran his fingers through his long blonde locks, exhaling softly as he did, a frown pulling at his full lips. He trailed his fingers down the outside of the shirt, following the lines of his body, his narrow torso, slender waist, wide hips and found himself smiling ever so softly.

Slowly his hands traced back over the skin-tight denim fabric of his jeans, his fingers sinking briefly into the plushness of his ass.

“Oh, who am I kidding…” He asked his reflection softly. The idea of being a ‘girlfriend’ to a woman like Cassandra in college gave him real pause for thought, not the nightmare he thought it would be but some kind of secret heaven for him. He shook his head a little, unable to meet his own gaze knowing the person who looked back was who he wanted to be, someone he was too afraid to reach out and take a hold of. Atleast as he was.

After a moments reflection he sighed softly and stepped from his room, padding barefoot downstairs, heading for the kitchen.

He passed Cassandra, who was sat on the couch watching TV, in silence, not acknowledging her as he stepped into the kitchen, opening the fridge and poking about cupboards, seeing what was in.

After a few minutes he poked his head back through to the living room, meeting Cassandra’s gaze for a few awkward moments before he spoke, “Want something to eat?”

She smiled, “Yeah, sure sweetie. What’re you making?”

“I could do Italian? Pasta?” He said, smiling a little too, taking comfort in the routineness of their conversation.

“Sounds good. Need a hand?”

He shook his head, “It’s okay. I’ve got this. Would you like a drink while I’m up?” he asked as he turned and stepped back into the kitchen.

“Eh, yeah, sure, please.” She replied, her gaze on the swell of his ass as he returned into the kitchen before she looked back to the TV, enjoying her show and trying to give Sam a little space, not wanting to risk pushing him away again.

After a couple of minutes he returned and offered her a glass, with some surprise she took the osmaniye escort glass of red wine, eying it and eying him with a curious smile, “Trying to get me drunk?”

He shrugged a little, almost coyly she thought, “It pairs well with what I’m making.”

She shrugged too and smiled, “I’m not complaining,” she settled back with her glass of wine and took her sip, typically she preferred whiskey or gin, but she wasn’t against a glass of red wine, though she had expected something soft from him.

Humming softly Sam began to prepare and cook, making a homemade sauce to go with penne they had in the cupboard. It was incredibly relaxing for him, able to let his mind drift as his hands worked.

He tasted what he was making often, seasoning with a variety of different herbs and ingredients to balance it out perfectly, the scents and aromas floating through the house, drawing Cassandra’s interest as his cooking always did.

“Mm, that smells delicious Sammy, what kind of sauce are you making?” She called through, her glass half empty in her hand as she reclined comfortably on the couch, running her hands through her dark hair.

“A bolognese,” he called back, “Need a refill?”

She eyed her glass for a moment then shrugged, “Couldn’t hurt.”

He came through with the bottle that she noted was missing more than one glass’s worth than wine and he proceeded to top up her wine.

“You had a glass too?” She asked, eying him curiously.

“Might have another.” He smiled a little coy and turned to leave again, going back to his kitchen as she sat, an eyebrow raised in thought, she wasn’t exactly going to stop him from lowering his inhibitions after all.

After a little while Cassandra found herself looking towards the kitchen as much as towards the TV, the gentle musical humming of Sam and the scents coming from the kitchen enticing her hunger more than the TV could hold her interest.

After a few more minutes and unable to help herself she stood, carrying her glass as she sauntered through towards the source of her mounting interest.

She leaned against the doorway with a smile, twirling a lock of her hair between two fingers as she watched him plate up, noting the empty glass of wine next to a now empty bottle.

“All ready?” she asked, smiling as she sipped from her glass, stepping forward to look at the delicious looking meal being plated up.

“Mmhm, help yourself.” He replied, looking up at her with those beautiful eyes of his.

“I thought the wine was to be paired with the food?” She asked with a smirk, tracing a finger down the empty bottle.

He eyed it and her then shrugged innocently, “I’ll open a new one then, shall I?”

“Sure.” She smirked, “Just bring it through hm?”

She smiled and stepped forward, reaching out for a plate and taking it. The meal was amazing, he was a truly talented cook and everything he made she enjoyed. They ate together, watching the TV and once she was finished he collected her plate, washing up before returning to the couch, pouring out two glasses of wine.

She took it and smiled as he sat beside her, tucking his legs up under himself, just like his mom would.

They sat in relative quiet for a while, simply relaxing in front of the TV in each others company until they had each, at last, finished their wine. At four glasses each, even with the full meal, Cassandra was feeling the alcohols buzz.

Sam collected the glasses and bottle stepping away, placing them in the kitchen before returning, sitting beside Cassandra, albeit much closer this time.

She looked at him with a playful smirk as he bunched up next to her, but he simply blushed and looked away towards the TV. With no other option, she raised her arm and slid it around his waist, watching as he tucked in close to her, his head resting against the swell of her chest through her top, his legs tucked up under him, the two of them cuddling exactly like she often would with his mom.

After a little while, as they relaxed, her hand gently caressing the skin of his arm, he worked up the courage to speak, nestling a little closer into her embrace, “Did… You mean what you said earlier?”

“What about?” She asked while giving him a little squeeze, something he seemed to respond positively to.

“Women like you… Not being rare…”

She shrugged a little, “We really ain’t, I don’t know the numbers but one in every eight? Every ten? Something like that.”

He paused, not saying anything for a few moments.

“It won’t seem like that to you, though,” She continued.

“No?”

“No.”

“Why not?” He pressed, looking up at her with his doe-like eyes.

She glanced down, meeting his blue eyes, a glint in her own, “Because girls like me? We’re predators. And honey you’re just the sweetest gazelle. I bet all your friends are girls huh?”

He was quiet and she knew she was right.

“Any reason you haven’t had a girlfriend yet?”

“I just… Never thought I’d be able to treat them right. They want a man, someone who can look after them, be strong for them, you know, all that.” He sighed softly.

Cassandra laughed a little, drawing a little bit of an ireful look from him, “Aw Sammy, I’d put good money on most if not all of them packing heat. I bet they all want to be strong for you, to look after you,” she hesitated, “…To fuck you.”

He blushed and looked away and mumbled something softly.

Cassandra tilted her head, leaning a little closer, “What was that?”

“Mfm mm..”

“I can’t hear you, honey.”

“…Teach me.” He said, his cheeks crimson.

She smirked a little and placed a hand on his warm cheek, turning him to face her.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I… I want you to teach me. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I want to be me. Whoever that is,” he said, his voice quavering with emotion as he bared himself to her, pressing his cheek to her chest.

“Alright. I’ll teach you.”

He smiled shyly, so beautiful, so much like his mother and she thought about all the things he’d need to learn, about how to act and behave, how to walk and talk, how to use his skills to please his women. But as she looked at him with his delicate and familiar features, his gorgeous long hair, the slight haze in her mind from the wine mirrored in his own look, she knew, the less animalistic lessons would have to wait for tomorrow.

“Starting tomorrow, I’m going to teach you how to be a proper little lover for a woman like me.” She assured him, but he bit his lip a little.

“What about tonight? Is it too late to start today?” He asked, having already taken the first step it was hard not to want to take a second.

“Nah, tonight I’m going to see if you sound like your mom does.”

He opened his mouth to query that, but she took his hand, pressing it into a growing bulge at her jeans, soft and hot under the denim fabric, his fingers closing around it almost on instinct, his eyes going wide.

“Y-you mean-”

He was cut short as she pressed her dark lips to his own, small and sweet, forcing him back to lay on the couch as she scrambled on top of him, his whines and squeaks of protest drowned out by her mouth and tongue as she eagerly kissed him, letting go all the pent of desire she’d held onto for him for so long now.

Sam fell back, feeling the soft cushions of the couch under him and the soft plushness of her breasts atop, his hands moving to her waist as her own pinned his shoulders, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed as he felt her tongue press between his lips, filling his mouth with the unique sensation of being frenched.

He squirmed against her, feeling her tongue swirl eagerly around his own, exploring his small mouth, but after a few moments she pulled her much fuller lips back, his eyes fluttering open to stare into her luscious brown gaze.

“If I put something into your mouth, you suck it.” She said, her voice breathless but firm, he simply nodded meekly in response.

In a moment she was upon him again, his eyes rolling back as he felt her strong hands glide up his smooth stomach and chest under his shirt, squeezing at his flat chest and small pink nipples as her tongue once more pressed its way between his now much more willing lips.

A quick learner, he sucked on her tongue as she made out with him, grinding her cock against him through the increasingly tight confines of her jeans.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, letting her plush lips press against the pale skin of his cheek and jaw she whispered in a needy voice, “Take my cock out, stroke it.”

He gasped and arched his back as her lips worked lower, biting and sucking at his neck, his hands finding a way between the two of them, small nimble fingers perfectly suited for the task of finding and working the zip of her jeans, his small hand slipping inside and around the thin fabric of her underwear.

She groaned and kissed over his neck as she felt his soft warm fingers brush against and wrap around her meaty python and she felt a shiver run up her spine as he pulled it free.

In a swift motion she had sat up, her ass moving up so she was sitting on his chest, her cock, free from her jeans and rock hard bobbed above his face and, as he opened marmaris escort his eyes, he got his first look at her ebony monster.

With his hands still wrapped around it he gave it a couple of experimental strokes, completely caught off guard by its sheer size and the deep ebony colour, slightly darker than the rest of her skin, admiring each ridge each vein, the way it pulsed and throbbed in his hand.

“Well?” she said, smugly, knowing how impressive her size was.

“C-Cassandra… It’s huge.” He said, breathlessly, his cheeks maintaining their bright hue, his eyes practically sparkling in wonder.

She smirked and rocked her hips forward, pressing the length of her cock up into his face, making him all but moan in a sudden impending desire for more of her.

“Yeah it is…” She took it in her own hands, brushing his aside and angled it, pressing the lightly coloured tip of her black cock against his pouted lips, his eyes going wide as he realised her intentions, “Remember your first lesson, baby?”

He did. He let his jaw drop, then had to force it wide as she pressed her hips forward, a moan escaping her lips as she felt her cock sink into the wet heat of his small mouth.

“Oh honey that’s so good, come on, give me what I want, treat me right, yeah…”

Spurred on by her words his desire rose, he started to suck on the thick cock head that was now making its home in his mouth and he soon felt himself pressing his tongue against it out of curiosity, wanting to experience it and learn everything he could.

To his surprise he wasn’t as hard as he thought, while overall the length was hard and steely, the outside was soft and silky, the tip of her cock could be depressed by his tongue as he poked at it and swirled it around, the skin on the tip of her cock the softest he had ever felt.

“Mm, fuck, I knew you’d like it, you little slut, gods that feels so good.” Cassandra moaned, reaching up to lift her shirt up over her head, casting it aside. Her figure wasn’t as tight as it had once been, her stomach with a bit of softness to it, but she was on the whole still confident in herself, though her breasts were less firm than she once had enjoyed, so for now at least she kept her bra on, the fullness of her breasts well displayed in the half cup underwear.

“Yeah use your tongue more…” she urged, working her hips slowly forward and back, making her wide tip drag across his tongue and caved in cheeks, each time she did so her crown briefly breaking the seal of his lips, drawing a lewd sucking noise out of him, to her glee.

To her glee he complied and she felt him doing his absolute best to pleasure her thick cock, his tongue working in an amateur but still wonderful way around her tip and length whenever she pressed deeper in, her hands moved to her jeans, undoing the button to relieve some of the tightness still present around her cock, letting the jeans and her underwear move a few inches down her thighs, just enough room for her to free her heavy smooth nuts which she cupped and squeezed, loving how they felt.

Before long she had her lips parted, moans escaping with each breath as she looked down at the boy, at Sam, hardly able to see him for the likeness of his mother. She could only imagine him as a younger version of her, skin smoother, body more supple and lithe, lacking curves above his waist maybe, but his body new and inexperienced, ready for her and, for the next two weeks at least, hers alone.

Even as his jaw grew sore, his eyes looking up at her half-lidded, clearly displaying the lust he felt, he felt nothing but a growing desire for her and what she meant for him. She might have been his stepmom, his mother’s lover and life partner, but to him here and now she represented everything he could be, everything he wanted to be. His chance and first step.

He moved his hands up and Cassandra gasped in surprise as she felt his hands slide under the cups of her bra to freely hold and support her soft breasts, his fingers seeking out and squeezing her hard dark nipples, playing with them, teasing them, enhancing her pleasure as she fucked his pretty little mouth.

“Oooh fuck honey, you’re going to be such a good fucking girlfriend to women like me,” she grinned, “all fucking women like me, aah fuck, suck it, yeah just like that, mm, you’re going to be such a good little slut for so many girls.”

She reached around behind her and quickly undid the clasp to her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders and casting it aside where it landed half on the table. She then reached up and gripped his hands in hers, holding them tight to the fullness of her breasts, letting the soft flesh press against and between his fingers.

Panting hard she felt her pleasure rise, the boy was just too cute, so slutty and eager to please her black cock, so quickly corrupted, she loved it, “F-fuck, Sammy, baby, you’re gonna make me cum, do you want that huh? Ah, ah do you want to taste my hot fucking cum?”

He couldn’t respond, but he didn’t need to, the way he continued to worship the thick tip and steely length of her cock was all the confirmation that she needed to know he was hungry to taste her seed.

Eagerly she pumped her hips forward and back, loving how his soft pink lips looked stretched around her cock, his hands still kneading her breasts as she felt her balls tighten, the pleasure overwhelming as she began to cum.

“A-ah fuck! Sammy yesss!” she cried out, head tilted back, hips pushed forward as far as she could, the boy making a series of wet choking noises, his cheeks flushed as her cock poured cum into his mouth and throat, forcing him to swallow it.

Gasping and whimpering she worked her hips forward and back, spending her load deep in her new toys mouth, pulling back only after the first few pulses far enough to spend the rest of her heavy load onto his tongue.

Sam moaned out as he felt the thick hot liquid spill in rope onto his tongue, the taste wasn’t anything to write home about, but the sensations that came with it, the knowledge that he’d made her cum, that she’d used him for pleasure made him squirm in delight as he swallowed.

After a few long moments, her breath heavy and laboured, she leaned back, leaving just the tip of her slowly softening cock in his mouth, panting hard as she looked down at him both of them satisfied, but expectant.

“Oh… Oh my gods…” she laughed a little, biting her lip as she drew her tip out of his pursed lips, a soft pop sounding out as she moved up, resting her thick semi-hard cock across his face, pressing her balls to his mouth with he obligingly kept open, tongue working over the smooth sack, weighing and tasting each heavy nut, “You’re such a good little slut aren’t you? Fuck.”

Sam blushed as he sucked and kissed her chocolate nuts, as if thanking them for the gift they’d given him, “Mmfm…”

“Yeah I know sweety, you wanted me to fuck you and christen your new ass-pussy,” she smirked and reached down, stroking a hand through his lovely hair, his hands gliding down her body to rest on her hips, her breasts rising and falling with her breathes, no longer supported by his hands, “Don’t worry, we’ll fuck when we go to bed, my bed, our bed, you sleep with me now.”

With another muffled moan he nodded cutely, knowing his fate and looking forward to every single second of it.

Cassandra had promised him everything he wanted and, over the next two weeks, she more than delivered.

While he maintained his masculinity to a point, refusing her offer of becoming a woman like her, she’d certainly done a number on him.

That first night, still on cloud nine after sucking his first ever cock she had guided him upstairs, bent him over and pounded a new life into him, though her size and his inexperience had been an issue getting started, as the nights went by she taught him everything she could, training him to take her cock to the hilt, making him practice on her cock until his gag reflex was gone, teaching him every position, every hint and sign that a girl was interested in him, how to walk, act talk and flirt, even setting him a small workout routine focusing on his bubbly ass.

His wardrobe had changed, albeit subtly, the jeans tighter and more form-fitting, the shirts too clinging a little tighter to his body. Cassandra taught him that he was beautiful and had a body worth showing off, especially if he was trying to attract girls like him.

And that in itself, had worked. While he’d toyed with the idea of his friends, now able to more easily identify which of the girls were packing heat they’d all felt too close to him, too much like friends to take that leap to the next step like he had initially planned.

He’d been getting nervous, wondering if, when his mom got back, the flow of sex would cease, but, when he had been out with Cassandra at the mall getting his nails manicured the woman who had been doing his, a woman with short black hair and delicate Asian features had slipped him her number, asking him out on a date.

He’d gone out with her, Jin she was called and that night she had ended up back at his and he had shown her everything he had learned.

Cassandra had sat downstairs, a wide grin on her face as she watched TV, realising for the first time just how much the house carried the sounds of a hard, desperate fucking and she knew she’d be seeing a lot of this Jin. She’d be back every night to experience what she’d help create.

Though, listening to them, she realised they’d be competing for volume. A competition she was quite looking forward to.

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The week that Martha would be released to me had finally arrived and I would be going alone to Arthur’s Estate in Martha’s Vineyards to get her and waiting for Arthur to return from a business trip in Australia. Martha would be waiting for me there and in the event that he was delayed, I was to wait for him and Maud would see to my needs.

A point of clarification, I mentioned earlier that after Maud’s Tribunal I made no claim on her person. On paper Maud is the community property of the Sanctorum. For practical purposes she is now Arthur’s personal secretary… perhaps his lover. She is also a cook and housekeeper on occasion and Maud is forever a slave.

As community property it is my right to have Maud if I so desire as may any Master or Grand Master. Maud has been with Arthur these past four months and before that served several Grand Masters. She was deliberately passed around to humble her as part of her punishment and no doubt it was Maud’s hope that she would be immediately purchased and shielded by Arthur or myself.

I know for a fact that Arthur eventually intends to purchase her from the Sanctorum and I doubt that anyone out of respect for him will stand in his way. I certainly won’t and I have first consideration if Maud were to be put up for sale. Therefore if problems do arise, I remain Arthur’s ace in the hole.

This thought has occurred to me, the desire to have and to own the former Grand Mistress Maud. It was and still is my right to ravage Maud upon being found guilty and Minerva as well and that precedent was set long before I was born. Their actions could have resulted in my death if I had been found guilty of their false charges and planted evidence. Fortunately I had taken precautions.

I remember well the first time I met regal Maud and in saying this I am in no way being sarcastic or flippant. Maud held audience as if she were a Queen and I were a serf being granted a favor or indulgence by her offer to purchase Sarah. She was gracious yet aloof, dignified and refined; in short Maud was a presence not to be ignored… so much better the challenge.

Maud was wearing a deep purple dress and this rich purple is reserved for Grand Mistresses for all formal Gathering of the Sanctorum. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a braided chignon at the nape of her neck. I observed barely noticeable hints of silver gray in her hair as I studied her and most likely she dyed it. She is as tall as Minerva and was at that time 30 lbs heavier and is exactly 20 years older. I knew this because they share the same birthday. While Maud may have let herself go a bit she remains a beautiful woman and was by far… by far, wealthier then Minerva could ever hope to be and most of Maud’s wealth is now mine.

Maud was also wearing an 18- karat gold filigree tiara in her hair. It was adorned with a flawless marquee cut 6-carat amethyst gemstone of a magnificent dark purple color. The tiara represents the Grand Mistress’s symbol of office and was something that Minerva always coveted. Masters and Grand Masters have a simple gold signet ring with the seal of the Sanctorum and the upper right hand corner shield of the coat of arms on the Master’s ring is left blank. When a Master achieves Grand Master a single carnation is engraved in this mentioned corner. Masters and Grand Masters did not have an official color and we dress as we please.

Maud was in her mid-fifties when I first met her… when I first looked into her haughty blue eyes. Those same blue eyes sized me up and dared me to refuse her offer and then counter offer. I was polite and met her gaze and I was thinking

“Maud is so much like Minerva and I would love to take her hair down to see how long it is”

And these were the censored thoughts and as for the rest… I am sure that you get the idea.

The last thing that Maud expected was that I would turn her down, politely of course and be looking for tells. Her hands were folded on her lap when I refused her. I watched Maud catch herself as she squeezed her bottom hand with her top hand in annoyance or anger at my audacity. Maud was aware that I observed her hand movements and saw the amusement in my eyes at discovering her tells and no doubt Maud was watching me intently as well.

Minerva was absolutely beside herself with anger and embarrassment although she concealed it well, aside from the flashes of fire in her beautiful green eyes that I ignored at my own peril. I had every right to refuse Maud, Grand Mistress that she was then and at a greater peril.

The laws of the Sanctorum are few. A slave, Master, Mistresses, Grand Master or Grand Mistress are expected to know them by heart and they are to be carried with us always. Justice is swift and sure and the penalties are determinant and harsh. As a case in point, you are either innocent or guilty while extenuating circumstances are seldom taken into consideration. Appeals are rare requiring the seating of the fifty and they are not to be taken lightly because death is the penalty for losing an appeal.

I digress, I must tell you of Arthur’s home. His large estate is complete with a stable for his riding horses as well as a barn.
The servant’s quarters are separate from the main house and remain unoccupied. He keeps a Holstein cow for fresh raw milk and has a small fieldstone chicken for fresh brown eggs. Bacon & eggs with home fried potatoes and buttered sourdough toast is his favorite meal by far.

He is a man of immense wealth and power and yet he has never forgotten his roots having grown up on a farm. It is not beneath him to clean out his stables, his barn or chicken coop, or to feed and care for his animals and I dare say that he enjoys doing these things. By contrast Arthur’s house is opulent with marble, slate and granite floors with 11 full baths for each bedroom and many other rooms and galleries. If I decide to add Martha to my household every bedroom in my home will then be occupied. These were bedrooms that Martha and I once hoped would be full of children.

When I arrived at the airport the limousine service brought me out to Arthur’s gated estate. We went through the two armed security checkpoints. At the second checkpoint I got out of the limo and sent the driver on his way intending to walk the 1000 yards or so to the main house carrying my waxed canvas duffle bag. I had not seen or talked to Maud since her Tribunal.
We had much to talk about and I was still curious to find out how long her hair was among other things. Assuming that Arthur made no changes to Maud’s hair as I doubt anyone else did out of respect for Arthur…or perhaps fear.

When I arrived at the Mansion one of the two cleaning ladies, Paula answered the door and then glanced over my shoulder looking for the limo. Arthur employs two frumpy and plump ladies of Italian decent and they come in every other day to clean. They are sisters and spinsters and they are also very discrete, very well paid and fiercely loyal to him. They lost their childhood home to taxes that was further complicated by the actions of crooked land developers in conjunction with crooked politicians. Arthur paid the delinquent taxes and then put a halt to the bogus claim of eminent domain. The limousine service that brought me here is the same one that brings them to and from work, and for them this is a perk of the job while being practical as neither of them drive.

“Good afternoon, Paula, you are looking as lovely as ever.”

I smiled at her watching her touch her fresh coiffed hair and then return my smile.

“Is Maria working today? Sarah sent 3 pounds of her pecan fudge.”

I opened the large side pocket on my bag intending on giving it to her.

“Maria is in the kitchen preparing you a little snack, Michael. You must be famished from your long trip. “Ms. McCabe (she was referring to Maud) “is waiting for you in the East Drawing Room. She has been primping like a peacock all morning. Please thank Sarah for the fudge, such a cook she is. Are you sure that she not just a little Italian? Well, at least you are half on your Mama’s side and Catholic, praise the Madonna” Maria said, making the Sign Of The Cross.

These two ladies had no idea that Maud was a slave of the Sanctorum. Arthur explained to them that Maud was his personal secretary and on the surface that was exactly what she was. From the tone of Paula’s voice I believed that she resented Maud being there. Although they were approximately the same age as Maud, Paula and Maria are not as beautiful, or as refined or as educated. However they are both fabulous cooks and Maria’s Veal Marsala surpasses Salvatore’s and that is high praise indeed. Maud and Minerva are Harvard Graduates with a PhDs in Business/Mathematics as well as a M.A. in English Literature. No doubt these Ladies may even be a little intimidated by Maud. I decided that Maud will be my bed partner for the duration of my stay and they would be none the wiser.

I gave Paula the fudge and followed her into the kitchen as Maria was laying out platters, plates and bowls containing Genoa Salami, sweet and sour headcheese, hard dry pepperoni, capiccola, soprsotta and sharp provolone cheese. There were black olives and green olives stuffed with raw garlic. The black olives were sprinkled with coarse sea salt and red pepper flakes. There was crusty Italian bread, plus sweet or hot roasted red peppers tossed in olive oil with whole roasted garlic cloves. There was a cold refreshing salad made with pealed segmented orange sections tossed with cold pressed extra virgin olive oil and freshly ground coarse black pepper and finally… homemade cannolis, their idea of a little snack.

I sat in the kitchen with them and ate while they fussed over me. I was enjoying my meal with a small glass of Carlo Rossi Paisano Chianti an inexpensive table wine that they favored and something that my Italian Grandfather drank. While they cleaned the kitchen to their exacting specifications, another reason why they both loved Sarah, I was working on the cannolis trying to make them go away and drinking cappuccino; salute Grandpa.

Tired of waiting for them to inform her of my arrival, Maud came walking into the kitchen and was quite annoyed with them.

“I believe that I asked you two ladies to inform me immediately when the Limousine pulled up in front of the house did I not?”

Maud asked in a demanding tone while standing there tall and regal like the Grand Mistress that she once was.

“Yes Ms. McCabe, you did” Paula answered, looking at her sister, knowingly.

“Then why didn’t advise me that Mr. Buckley was here?”

“Because the Limousine did not pull up and Mr. Buckley walked from the second checkpoint and he looked famished. We can’t have a guest and friend of Mr. Arthur go hungry, Ms. McCabe” Maria replied slyly.

“Your ride is here Ladies and we won’t need your services for the next five days. I will telephone you if things change. We will definitely discuss this matter at a later date when there are no distractions”

Maud informed them before turning her attention to me.

“Mr. Buckley.”

“Yes, Ms. McCabe” I replied just as formally for the benefit of Paula and Maria.

“Ms. Cardoso (Maud was referring to Martha’s maiden name) “is waiting for you in the East Gallery.”

“Thank you, Ms. McCabe. I am looking forward to seeing her, but first you and I need to clear the air about a few things. We had so little time the last time we were together. Please wait for me in the Billiard Room. I need to see these lovely Ladies to their chariot.”

I then offered Paula and Maria an arm each to escort them to the limo and left Maud standing there. When I returned to the kitchen I finished my cappuccino before going the Billiard Room carrying my duffle bag. I closed and locked the door before putting the bag on the floor by the dry bar. Maud immediately assumed the position on the floor now that we were alone.

“You may heel, slave” I said, keeping my voice neutral.

Maud put her hand at the base of her throat, a gesture asking permission to speak and I shook my head for no. This is something that I taught all my girls and something that was no doubt was brought up in conversation between her and Minerva when they were free women; Grand Mistress and Mistress.

“Please stand with your hands at your side so that I can get a good look at you and so far I like what I see.”

Maud was wearing a navy cocktail dress with a black lace embellished bodice plus a sheer black lace elbow length sleeves and a scooped off the shoulder neckline. The shirred natural waist gave her figure the appearance of a slight hourglass shape while the pencil skirt accented her curves. This dress had what Minerva would call a flirtatious black lace hemline… very nice. The silver open toe high heels that she was wearing definitely added a nice movement to her hips as she walked while the dress accented her ample bosom… very nice indeed. Especially since Maud had lost a good thirty pounds since I had last seen her.

I walked up behind her and put my hands around her waist rubbing her taut flat tummy thinking

“It is hard to believe this siren is a woman pushing sixty because if I didn’t know better I would have guessed late thirties or early forties despite the hair.”

I could smell her complex perfume mixed with her natural scent, much like the nose of mature vintage Merlot, rich and complex…. each sip a subtle taste or nuance. Being close to her like this was like a carnal epiphany…. no wonder Arthur wanted Maud all to himself and I envied him. With Arthur’s tacit approval I would savor her and I was looking forward to it.

Maud’s hair was stripped of the artificial brown dye that she once used to hide her gray. However her hair was not an ordinary gray. Her hair was now her own natural burnished silver gray color that suited her much better. It was pinned up in a simple cinnamon bun at the back of her head and judging from the size of her bun I would estimate that when Maud’s hair was down it would fall to the bottom of her shoulder blades.

At some point Maud’s much longer hair had been cut. She was wearing minimal makeup, but wearing it well; eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and such. Her skin was wonderfully clear and wrinkle free skin, the exception being the laugh lines at the corner of her eyes. These gave her face character, a refined and worldly character that a young woman if lucky might eventually earn and even though Maud’s posture was that as a slave, her intelligent blue eyes were still all encompassing although no longer haughty.

God bless him, Arthur had no intention breaking Maud’s spirit. And the process he spoke of, the one used to help Martha forget her nightmare about that scumbag Abzug must hold other surprises.

“I want you to walk to the end of the room and then stand by the billiard table and you know exactly what I am talking about. You have dressed this way to entice me and you have succeeded. You still do not have permission to speak”

I now commanded as she once did, politely, but then I slapped her shapely ass most disrespectfully. Maud did exactly as I instructed with her hips swaying nicely as she slowly walked on the silver heels and then stopped where I pointed at the floor in front of the pool table.

“Very nice my dear, very nice and you obviously have been dieting and exercising and I approve of your hair. It is such a beautiful burnished silver gray that I will have my hands in it shortly. You look quite exotic and the silver color sets off the blue of your eyes. You have permission to answer questions and please turn around and face away from me.”

I unzipped Maud’s dress and then slid it down her shoulders and hips and letting it drop to her ankles for her to step out of. Underneath the dress Maud was wearing a lacey black bra, lacey black panties and black garter belt to hold up her stockings.

As I was removing her bra I asked

“How long was your hair before Arthur had it cut?”

“It just touched the bottom of my buttocks, Master.”

I stroked her breasts watching her shudder as her nipples hardened at my touch and leaving me to wonder if this was a result of the process that Arthur mentioned. I then kissed and blew on the back of her neck watching the goose bumps rise on her arms and shoulders… interesting. I never took Maud for the goose bump type? I ripped her panties at the seams, taking them off and leaving her dressed in the garter belt, stockings and silver heels. I again blew on her neck and then kissed Maud behind her ears while smelling her perfume.

My right hand was lightly caressing her shaved vagina and I commented

“Such an interesting scent. I can’t place the perfume, it is very complex. I also notice that your clitoral hood has been pierced.”

“Arthur gets the perfume from a little shop in Egypt and it was blended especially for me. I’m not sure what it is called or if it even has a name…. that feels so good, Master, so very good and I find that the piercings heighten my arousal.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed that you are so easily aroused and those precious goose bumps are such a nice surprise. Have you always been this way, slave?’

“No, Master?”

“You may address me as Master Michael for the present”

I offered while removing the hairpins to take her hair down.

“Under the circumstances those changes are for the best, as no doubt they will be for Martha…yes, there, the last one.”

I dropped the last hairpin to the floor and stroked her long thick ponytail and said

“You have no layers in your hair and this is just the way Arthur and I like it prefer our women’s hair, blunt cut to all one length”

I let go of her ponytail and then took a step back.

“Take the elastic tie out of your ponytail and shake your head.”

Maud did as she was told tossing batman escort her head and I watched her silver tresses flow over her neck, back, shoulders and then caress her breasts.

“Excellent…how I envy Arthur! As you remember I treated you with respect and kept my word to you before the Enforcers took you both away for the Tribunal. I did not publicly rape or beat you after your Tribunal as is my right. That was then and this is now; you have a debt to pay and if I am well satisfied I will not beat you.”

I stepped to her and roughly buried my hands in her hair and kissed her lips.

“You are mine for the moment and despite everything, my dear I have brought you a gift.”

I walked over to my duffel bag and returned with a bottle of Gekkeikan, a Japanese Plum Wine that I knew to be her favorite. I put the bottle on the billiard table and then picked her up. I put Maud on top the so that her feet hanging over the edge and her surprised reaction to being manhandled handled in such a manner made me smile. Inspired and pleased I kissed her mouth a second time followed by whispering in her ear and blowing on her neck to be rewarded with more goose bumps.

“You will remove your remaining clothing while I get a glass from the bar.”

I returned with a small glass and it was the type having a wide body, narrow mouth and a straight lip that was perfect for this variety of sweet wine. After pouring the wine, I held it up to the light to admire the pale amber color before dipping my index finger into it and then tracing my wet finger on Maud’s lips for her to taste while I took a sip. Maud licked her lips and my finger and then took the glass when I offered it to her and sipping from it and then handing it back to me to take a sip.

I pushed her long hair aside and then dipped my finger several more times painting lines from the base of her throat to the middle of her breasts. Then I traced the outline of her areolas, nipples and finally her mouth before draining the remaining wine from the glass, I dropped the glass to the slate floor and then ground it violently beneath my engineer boot. I was certain that a woman of Maud’s intellect, imagination and instincts would realize the symbolism of such and act and I was right, Maud closed her eyes and was trembling.

I grabbed Maud’s hair with my right hand and pulled her head back to expose her throat. Then I kissed her mouth long and deep tasting the wine on her lips and letting her know that she was mine for the duration. Still tugging at her hair, I picked up her legs which were still dangling over edge of the billiard table and pivoted Maud on her shapely ass. I then forced her to lie prone. I spread her legs and stroked her wet pussy while probing her flower while still holding her head down on the table by her hair.

Maud’s hips were moving from side to side and she was arching her back slightly as my fingers slowly caressed her sweet clitoris and wet musky vagina. She was moaning softly yet hesitantly as if embarrassed at her own arousal…interesting? Maud was certainly vulnerable with me standing over her while I roughly held down by her hair. Perhaps she was still expecting a beating while at the same time being aroused. I let go of her hair and kissed her mouth. I then kissed and licked her neck and the base of her throat working my way down to her breasts and nipples while continuing to caress her dripping vagina. Maud’s eyes were open now and she was looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and she was taking everything in. She hesitated and then reached as if to touch me.

“You may touch me, Maud. I am not going to beat you as that would serve no useful purpose. I do not need revenge for revenge sake and I have quite forgiven your transgression and I am satisfied that your penance is served. Without it I would never have loved my marvelous Minerva as I love her now and in fact I am quite pleased with your submission and arousal as well as the goose bumps.”

Maud reached up and touched my face and then the base of her throat.

“You have permission to speak freely if you wish and nothing that you tell me shall leave this room.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Tell me what you want, Maud?”

“I want you to make love to me, Master.”

“Is that all you have to say to me? I gave you permission to speak freely” and then I kissed her mouth again.

“I know about the top hat and the lilies, the whole story, Minerva told me” she said, smiling “It was very thoughtful of you for to bring me a bottle of plum wine. How did you know that Gekkeikan is my favorite?”

“You are welcome, Maud, and I know because Arthur told me.”

“Did you really quote Shakespeare when you confronted those bikers?”

“Yes I did and I am told that you are quite the Shakespeare aficionado yourself.”

“I adore Shakespeare and before my crime against you and the Sanctorum I once owned all of his works. Fortunately I have access to Arthur’s expansive Library and may still read his works.”

“And so you should because life without books and music would be a dismal life indeed.

“How your ex-wife left you for that cockroach I’ll never understand, Master, did she find you that boring? Arthur”….

I put my hand over her mouth to stop her from talking.

“We will talk later this evening my dear. Arthur being delayed a few days will give us plenty of time to talk and besides you will be sharing my bed tonight as no doubt you have already guessed.”

Stepping to one side to avoid the glass I removed my clothing and then got on top of the billiard table.

“Get on your hands and knees. That’s right just like that you silver vixen…now brace yourself”

I told her slapping her ass just hard enough for it to sting and I made her yelp.

“A slave needs to know her place, don’t you agree?”

“Yes Master.”

Maud’s vagina was dripping with desire in her arousal and her vaginal lips were pink and swollen waiting for the arrival of my cock to ravish her and ravish her and I did. I was neither rough nor gentle with her and while my time with her was short, my need for her was very great. My manhood was rock hard from the anticipation of finally having her body if only for a few days. I would be seeing Maud often in the future however this might be my only opportunity to have her body. Minerva and Maud care a great deal about one another and Arthur and I planned on letting Maud visit on occasion when he was away on business or when they are together. On those occasions I will explore Maud’s mind and intellect as a person.

I pounded Maud with my rock hard cock as she braced herself for my vaginal assault. I continued pounding as my first orgasm washed over me while bringing Maud to the brink of hers and then I pulled out. I started probing her clitoris with my fingers again.

“Do you want to come?”

I asked, bringing her the brink again and then denying her my manhood or my fingers.

“Please, Master, I can’t help myself, I’m so horny…. please don’t stop, let me come.”

This obviously was not an act, Maud was begging for it and she was flushed, wet and ready. The process in Maud’s case removed much of her sexual inhibitions without altering her personality…. how interesting.

It made it much easier for her to enjoy sex and for a slave with a male Master this was definitely a plus and Arthur hinted as much. If Maud’s process were taken to the extreme it could leave her as a woman in a constant state of sexual arousal, a sex drone. Arthur and I agreed that the old fashion way was best because our ways and our methods are so similar. The process was a tool to heal and enhance and it is highly secret to prevent abuse. It requires the seating of the 50 to sanction its use and thus far Maud and Martha are the only recipients.

What I knew for sure was that I was imprinted in Martha’s mind as her benefactor much like a baby duck imprints on its mother. Martha’s pain from the loss of our son as well as the abuse at the hands of Abzug was removed or greatly diminished and Martha’s sexual inhibitions were treated the same but not her fiery temper or her basic personality. I would have Martha the old fashioned way or not at all. I insisted upon this…the greater the challenge the sweeter the reward.

I got off of the pool table and walked to the North wall and returned with an elegant cheery wood Queen Anne Chair. Maud was sitting in the middle of the table watching me with a puzzled look on her face as I bowed to her with a flourish sang

“Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, men were deceivers ever, one foot in sea and one on shore, to one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into hey nonny nonny. Sing no more ditties, sing no moe, of dumps so dull and heavy; the fraud of men was ever so, since summer first was levy: then sigh not so, & c.”

I then offered her my hand and helped Maud off of the table to be rewarded by a beautiful smile as she took my hand and taking her cue, Maud curtseyed and replied

“By my troth a good song, Master Balthazar.”

I sat on the chair while Maud straddled me and she was kissing my mouth as I slid my revitalized cock into her dripping and welcoming vagina.

“Now isn’t this nice, Maud? Keep your feet on the floor and use your legs and feet. That’s perfect that’s it keep it up and take your time… enjoy…. you are in control for the moment.”

I held her hips as Maud put her arms around my neck. She pumped up and down on my cock stimulating her sweet clitoris. Maud’s eyes were closed and she leaned forward occasionally to open them and kiss my mouth. It was wonderful watching her pleasure herself like this and watching as her long silver hair bounce and sway down with her ample breast close and available to be sucked and licked. Maud was rather quiet as she came being neither a moaner nor a screamer. I noticed an increase of her breathing as she inhaled and exhaled and that her face and neck was were flushed. I buried my hands in her hair and kissed Maud’s mouth and face. Maud then leaned back with her arms still around my neck and she looked directly into my eyes like she did when she was a Grand Mistress.

“That you were once unkind befriends me now, and for that sorrow, which I then did feel, needs must I under my transgression bow, unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.”

“That was very well said my dear, very well said. I am still looking forward to talking to you. However that will have to wait until bedtime because I going to get dressed and meet with Martha. Please bring my duffle to my regular bedroom.”

I was dressed and walking out the door when a thought occurred to me.

“Do you have any red lipstick?”

“Yes, do you want me to wear some this evening?”

“Please and put your hair up again so that I may take it down. Until then, I would I were thy bird.”

I then waited for her lines.

“Sweet, so would I, yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow”

Maud replied smiling, as she replied as Juliet to my Romeo and this simple exchange assured me an exceptional blowjob later this evening.

I then walked to the East Gallery which was a most unique room because of its stained glass windows. Arthur collects stained glass from Christian Churches or any unique stained glass windows from all over the world. These mentioned Churches were abandoned, remodeled or scheduled be demolished when Arthur purchased the stained glass for future generations to enjoy. Two of the walls from floor to ceiling have incorporated these mentioned windows and the room is breathtaking and it has a feeling of goodness about it, perhaps even holy and this is Arthur’s favorite room.

When I went searching for her, I literally bumped into Martha as she came out of the bathroom in my room; I had to go myself when I caught her to keep her from falling.
“Hello, Ms. Cardoso, I will be with you in a minute.”

I let go of her waist and then walked past her into the bathroom. Martha followed me in and started to say “Mickey, I…” before I interrupted her.

”Don’t worry Martha; I will remember to put the toilet seat down.”

I managed to get a smile out of her while minimizing an awkward situation. As I was buttoning up my fly I remembered that she always had to remind me about the toilet seat when we were first married. I also remembered how much I loved her then and how I spoiled her… and how beautiful she was. I took my first good look at her in the mirror while taking my time to wash hands. It is said that the clothing makes the man and the same can be said for the woman. Coincidently this was one of my marvelous Minerva’s favorite sayings and is something that I always pay a great deal of attention too. How many married men or men with girlfriends fail to notice this often times to their ultimate demise.

Martha was wearing a colorful maxi dress with a large floral pattern of various shades of red, orange and green. It had spaghetti straps and a fitted elastic bodice at the waist, and the loose and flattering jagged edged of the skirt moved with her as she turned or walked and it came down to her ankles to meet the straps of the open toe red sandals on her small and dainty feet. As God made her, Martha is a small and petite woman with much the same figure as Mandy.

At one time Martha had such beautiful long black hair that was thick and soft, falling just to the middle of her back and I couldn’t keep my hands out of it, and then she cut it short to spite me. At the present time it is an awful artificial bleached white blond and mid-back length with layers. The same terrible color as it was when she collapsed into my arms six months ago and now with the black roots growing out and showing. This would not do at all and I will not stand for it.

Mandy would rehabilitate to its original black and then cut and shape Martha’s hair to my preferences while it was growing out. Being of Portuguese decent on her mother’s side, Martha has dark onyx eyes and a clear blemish free very light olive complexion. Today Martha’s face was makeup free and I approved because all in all Martha remains a beautiful woman with a shrew’s temper to be tamed.

After I finished washing I turned to her and said

“Let’s go outside for a walk and if you feel like it we will talk”

I offered her my arm and she took it.

“By the way, you look lovely in that dress.”

“I want to thank you for everything that you have done for me, Mickey, and I don’t know where to begin. Everyone has been so kind to me, especially in the hospital.”

And then Martha put her head on my chest and hugged me and continued to talk which gave me the opportunity to touch her hair and as I suspected it was somewhat dry and over processed.

“I didn’t know those kinds of places existed and it must have been very expensive, especially being in Sweden. I have never been on a private jet before, Mickey.”

“They exist for special people. I had the private jet chartered to ensure your privacy.”

“This must sound terrible, Mickey, but I glad that he is dead. Arthur showed me the death certificate and the autopsy report said he a heart attack. Do you really still think that I am special after all I put you through?”

“I’m no Saint, Martha, and as a matter of fact I can be quite the bastard. I share some of the blame and you are special, otherwise I would have never fallen in love with you or married you. I should not have let your mother or aunts interfere the way that they did. We two sexes are bitches and bastards to different degrees and I let you get out of hand. I also should have kept a firmer hand with you and I know better now.”

“But I was wrong about you Mickey. My family was wrong about you especially my mother. I was wrong to blame you for Aaron’s death and my mother encouraged that and I was wrong to think that you were heartless and didn’t care. My father was a weak man, Mickey and he was nothing like you. He could cry at the drop of a hat. That is why mother hated you. She thought of herself as the Matriarch over everybody except she couldn’t control you like father and behind her back we all called her the control bitch. Do you remember our wedding day; I thought that she was going to have a stroke on when you drove your motorcycle right up the steps of the Basilica. You parked it by the main door in defiance of her and by doing so that day you put her into her place.”

Martha said, laughing.

“You put her in her place and she hated you for it. I don’t want to be like her, Mickey and I was turning into her and was proud of it.”

“Yes, I enjoyed the look on your mother’s face and your father’s as well, although it is a shame that she took it out on him.”

“After our divorce that internet romance didn’t work out and I moved home to be with my mother. I should have tried harder to reconcile with you but you were so angry and were never home. I was afraid of you, Mickey and I hired a very good private detective to follow you and he was expensive and was said to be one of the best.”

And then she started laughing again, I used to love to hear Martha laugh.

“He quit, Mickey you scared him off. How did you manage to sneak up on him and glue his car doors and windows shut while he was sitting in it?”

“I did it by being available for him to take photograph, keep records etc. and by letting him think that he was accomplishing something even though I was watching him watching me. I let him think his hidden bugs and cameras were undetected and I allowed him to listen in on bogus telephone conversations. I observed that he always had a green Stanley thermos bottle in his sedan while on surveillance. He didn’t drink out of the attached thermos cup but always in clean white paper cups that he kept in a plastic storage container in the backseat and they were the key.”

“I don’t understand?” she said, frowning. yalova escort

“Perhaps I will tell you someday, Martha and please continue about your mother.”

“I was under her thumb again, her fat daughter who couldn’t give her grandchildren and she ever let me forget it. On the other hand she discouraged from losing weight, saying no man decent man would want me now that I was barren and used goods so what was the point because she wanted me fat like her. She also said that I was still beautiful in her eyes and to forget about men. Mama declared that it was God’s will for me to be home again and I almost believed her. It would have been so easy to just give in. She said that she would take care of me. She had plans for my money and for what it could buy with father having died and she was lonely. When I lost weight and took up with Frank, she called me a whore and disowned me and I haven’t talked to her since.”

“The past is the past, Martha and as much as we wish that we could change it we can’t, we can only move forward. I will do what I can for you however there is something you must know. The man you knew as Mickey has gone away. I am not sure if he will ever return or will ever be there for you the same way that he once was. My name is Michael and my Ladies call me that and so shall you. Now, how about that walk? I could use the fresh air………..”

When I entered the bedroom Maud was curled up in a large overstuffed chair reading Antony & Cleopatra and had a small glass of her plum wine on the table beside her. Maud was wearing green silk pajamas and I was pleased to see that she had twisted her hair up in a nice bun and it was held in place with two bamboo hair sticks. Remove the sticks and her silver tresses would come tumbling down and this was a very nice touch to go along with the blood red lipstick on her soon to be cock sucking lips. Getting up she put her book down and then assumed the position at my feet.

“I’m going to shower first, my dear. Please turn back the covers on the bed and get some extra pillows. When I get out of the shower I expect to see you as you are now.”

I returned naked to find my requests fulfilled and Maud in the position on the floor and I said “Heel my dear.”

Maud the former Grand Mistress was now kneeling nicely before me.

“How many Masters or Grand Masters made use of you before Arthur brought you here?”

“I was with three Masters and a Grand Mistress, Master. I was with Grand Mistress Pamela the shortest and she was the last until Arthur. She kept me on a leash the entire time. May I speak in confidence? I know that you allow your Ladies this privilege.”

“You may.” I answered and Maud continued.

“None of the three Masters had sexual relations with me of any kind. Do you want to know who they were?”

“That won’t be necessary.” I answered.

“All three Masters kept me on a strict diet and exercise program because they wanted to curry favor with Arthur. I was kept naked most of the time and when I wasn’t exercising I was given the most menial of tasks to perform. And I was a slave to their slaves. Master Brogan…I sorry it just slipped out.

“It is alright Maud, please continue.”

“Master Brogan dressed me like a slut, a cheap whore, heavy makeup and all and then made me spend part of my days running errands for him and making purchases at adult bookstores and sex shops. He made me return some them the next day and then purchase different items again to be returned. I know that cheap slutty look turned him on and aroused him and yet he never touched me. In for a dime in for a dollar as they say; he makes both his slaves dress like sluts and they are pretty young girls, what a waste.’

“You would never know this seeing how good they look at a Gathering.” I commented.”

“Yes I know. I was Grand Mistress Pamela’s doggy and I was made to bark and yip. I was made eat like a dog and too sit up and beg like a dog. She even made me defecate and urinate outside in the grass on occasion and I was never allowed to stand in her presence.”

I touched her face and said

“I get the picture but keep in mind things could have been worse. You know Arthur is going to purchase you and you have that to look forward too. You may put those things out of your mind.”

“Yes, I know he explained everything to me.”

“Then you also know that you will be seeing Minerva soon and that is another thing to look forward to and you look lovely this evening.”

“Thank you, Master Michael….would you have purchased me if Arthur doesn’t?”

“That depends?” I answered.

“What does it depend on?” She asked.

“Am I your first choice or second choice, Maud?”

“I have no choice, but you already know that. However I’m content to be here with Arthur.”

“Tonight you are my first choice, Maud and you will be mine until Arthur returns.”

“Would you still have purchased me if Arthur hadn’t?”

“You know the answer, Maud. “

“I want to suck on your cock now, Michael?”

“You are awful bold, slave by addressing me by my first name”

Maud ignored the admonishment.

“I need the practice, I’ve never sucked on cock before and I don’t want Arthur to know.”

“Is that why you asked to speak to me in confidence, you sucked me in you silver fox.”

“Yes, Michael and now I want to suck you off. Will you teach me to suck cock?”

“Goodness gracious! Such crude words from such a dignified Lady nevertheless stand up and turn around.”

I took the sticks out of her hair watching her tresses fall down her back like a silver water waterfall. Maud’s silver hair felt wonderful in my hands as I arranged it around her shoulders and back. I then put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face me and Maud was smiling.

“Impertinent slave”

I pulled her close and kissed her mouth

“You have a saucy mouth much like Minerva’s. You do not have permission to speak. I have other plans for your mouth and tongue. Heel and start with your tongue. Be sure to look into my eyes or Arthur’s eyes when you are licking unless you are told otherwise. Yes that’s right. Lick the entire shaft…………….Marvelous. Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip.” Very good that feels wonderful. Alternate between the two, the shaft and the tip… the shaft and the tip and now in a circle with your tongue…in a circle with your tongue… keep licking.

As you can see I am shaved down below, a small concession to my Ladies. It makes oral sex more enjoyable for them and for me….ah yes…mmm… Very nice, Maud, you are doing fine… pretend that your tongue is a butterflies wings fluttering from flower to flower. Flutter your tongue on the tip…good you are reading my mind, in a circle, on the tip, on the shaft, good you are developing your own technique already. You have me throbbing and pulsating and I am holding back my orgasm to prolong the sensual pleasure and it feels marvelous. God, blue eyes…back off your teasing and lick the clear pre-come off of my penis… keep looking at me…. now take a break.”

All the while that Maud was licking I had my hands in her hair to keep it out of her face.

“At this rate you will soon instinctively know when your Master is about to come, the pulsating and throbbing cock and the pre-cum, learn how it tastes and then back off. If I wanted to come right now I would use your beautiful hair like a horses reins and then immediately ejaculate into your mouth. Many Masters would come on your face. I am not one of them unless that is your preference and only to indulge you, to spice things up so to speak. I am going to pull out slightly just before I do come so that you do not gag or choke Again, many Masters enjoy making their slaves gag but I’ll be damned if I know why though.”

Maud nodded her head and smiled.

“Most men also like to have their balls licked and sucked on…very nice…keep licking…lick the inside of my legs where my balls hang; ah, yes nice, very nice. That’s why I showered first, just simple common courtesy and good bed manners….take my balls in your mouth and suck and be sure to be careful with your teeth…good….suck and look up at me blue eyes… watch your teeth…mm…. yes, yes …ah..Nice, but enough of that for now, I want you to concentrate on my cock…blue eyes, stand up.”

I took her face in my hands and looked into her eyes as would a lover or Master of my ilk.

“You have beautiful eyes, Maud and until I arrived I expected to see brown hair, not the natural silver I see now. Your hair is like fine spun pure silver and yet as soft and silky as eider down. Your eyes are so cornflower blue as to shame the most precious and rare blue sapphires from Burma and so blue as to make Shakespeare sputter and stammer for lack of words. When we alone together I shall call you Blue-eyes and that shall be our secret. Please go get my leather jacket from the closet.”

When she returned, I removed a white envelope from the inside pocket. I bowed to her again and then took her hand and led her to the large oval floor to ceiling mirror on the far wall. I had her stand in front of it while I stood behind her. This mentioned mirror was bordered with stained glass and set in a black wrought iron frame.

“I brought you something else, Blue-eyes. Lift your hair off the back of your neck and hold it there on top of your head.”

I put a platinum serpentine choker with a four- caret stone that was set in a pendant and put it around her neck.
It looked lovely there, a perfect fit with the flawless sapphire nestled nicely against the base of her throat.

“As a Grand Mistress your symbol was a gold tiara with an amethyst stone and your color was the purple of your cloth. The tiara is a symbol that is common to all Grand Mistresses but unique to none. This blue Burmese Sapphire is set in platinum and this pendant is of one of a kind as are you. You are far more precious because of your intellect, your soul, even more precious to a Master who knows your true worth. Your color is now silver and your cloth is your glorious naked body soft and warm in your Master’s arms. See how the stone glows and sparkles now that it is warmed by your body heat and infused with your bright aura.”

She was at a loss for words and I saw her bottom lip quiver as she watched us in the mirror. I could also see that she was starting to cry so I reached around and wiped away that first tear from her eye. Maud turned and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek and whispered.

“Thank you Michael, I’ve never received such an intimate gift…nor have I had a man talk to me like this before. I’m, I’m……”

Then she kissed my mouth and put her head on my chest and started crying softly and yet she was smiling.
Maud, imperious Maud was lost for words and now so soft and warm in my arms…ah, the epiphanies of being a Master. I held her a few moments knowing that she was somewhat embarrassed and then I gave her bottom a playful slap and said.

“Remember your cloth and colors Blue-eyes and then please pour me half a glass of wine.”

I let go of her and then got into bed while sitting up and leaning back against the large pile of pillows in front of the headboard.
Maud undressed and then filled her wine glass ¾ full and took a sip leaving the volume ½ full as I requested before handing it to me and then got into bed with me and lay down with her head in my lap. I pushed her hair to one side and lightly caressed her cheek while slowly savoring the wine.

“Michael, may I finish now?”

“Of course you may, please show me what you have learned.”

I then drained the small glass and dropped it carefully to the carpet. She rolled over onto her stomach and started kissing my manhood while sneaking in little licks here and there. Maud kissed and licked my balls and the insides of my legs and crotch all the while teasing and probing. Maud was again licking the tip and shaft in a circular motion alternating between soft and hard while fluttering her tongue on the tip. Getting up on her hands and knees Maud kissed my neck and chest and worked her way down and continuing to kiss until she reached my cock. She took it into her mouth and started sucking, moving her head up and down the shaft.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her off.

“Watch your teeth, Blue-eyes” I advised her while lightly cuffing her head.

“Many Masters would beat you if you irritate their manhood with your teeth and you just did and it is if very important to mind your teeth. School is in session and this is your final exam to graduate. If you pass I will make breakfast tomorrow morning for the three of us. Besides, it has been a long day and I want to get some sleep.”

I lay down on my side after fixing the pillows to get comfortable. Maud slid down squirming to get to into comfortable position and was very careful with her teeth while she started sucking and doing a totally marvelous. I played with her hair while she licked and sucked, pulling back in into a ponytail, twisting it up into a bun and then letting it down again to caress her shoulders and back repeating my hair play and I was in no hurry to come.

When my orgasm finally washed over me I pulled out partially as not to choke or gag her. My semen felt white hot as I hosed the inside of her mouth with my molten cum. To her credit she swallowed most of it getting a smidge on her chin. Maud then sat up smiling at me and her eyes were shining as she was licking her lips. I wiped the spilled semen from Maud’s chin with my fingers and then she licked and kissed each finger clean. I then held her hair away from her face while she cleaned my cock and balls thoroughly with her mouth and tongue.

“There is mouthwash in the bathroom for you if want to use it. Afterwards you may stay up read if you wish. Goodnight Blue-eyes, you passed.”

I then stretched out in the bed, closed my eyes and went immediately to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with Maud snuggled up close to me sound asleep. I noticed that she had fixed her hair in a simple three strand side braid. Sarah does this with her long brown hair to keep me from lying on it while we are sleeping lest I accidently pull it when she or I move. Looking at Maud sleeping beside me reminded me of something. I have often thought that although I am a Master with four slaves, I was also like a husband with four wives to keep happy.

Totally obedient wives to be sure but all vying for my attention to various degrees, especially Minerva and Sarah. Discipline is paramount to maintain harmony in such a household and to cement their joint cooperation with one another. Discipline is followed closely by submission, loyalty, kindness, affection and love. Now that I have seen her and talked with her, would Martha been able to accept the fact I live with four women? Or that they love me? Could Martha with her temper and acid tongue be able to get along in our household?

Minerva can easily handle Martha if it came to a physical confrontation. Katherine is busy studying for her MD and is living off campus in her own house, a house that is in walking distance to her classes. She will not be around much for the next four years and will hardly have to deal with Martha. Katherine loves this arrangement and I spend two days with her every three weeks or so. We pretend that she is my mistress….the other kind, a kept woman. We have the entire house to ourselves to play chess and do whatever we like.

This is a concession and a reward for her studying hard to become a doctor, a foregone conclusion because Katherine has a brilliant and analytical mind. My little peach, Mandy has her business to attend to during the day with weekends off. It will pretty much fall on Sarah and Minerva to deal with Martha when I am away on business whether it be my own or that of the Sanctorum. I was just lying there contemplating these things along with my promise to cook breakfast when there was a loud knock on the door. I sat up getting ready to answer it and heard Martha call from behind the closed door.

“Michael, it’s me, Martha. May I come in? I made you breakfast.”

The knock woke Maud up as well. She sat up and pulled the sheet in front to cover her ample bosom. She was smiling and giving me a knowing look and was not at all embarrassed.

I was thinking

“I am sure I told Martha that would be making breakfast for the three of us.”

To late…Martha opened the door and walked in on us with a tray in hand with breakfast for two. When she saw Maud sitting in bed next to me… well, to say that she was surprised was an understatement. Martha was told that Maud was Arthur’s Personal Secretary and live-in house sitter/caretaker and after that there was no telling what Martha assumed or thought about the arrangement. Now she saw Maud in bed with me. Maud got out of bed and assumed the stern commanding persona that she used as a Grand Mistress, or should I say naked Grand Mistress Persona. She took the tray from a totally flabbergasted and now tongue-tied Martha.

“Thank you, Ms. Cardoso; it was very thoughtful for you to make breakfast for the two of us. Michael was just telling me that he was taking us out for lunch later. I would attend but I have no time in my busy schedule. So if you will please excuse us” Maud said as she put the tray on the bed “He will attend to you later.”

Intimidated and confused Martha left as Maud followed and ushered her out and locking the door before she turned to me, smiling.

“Do you take cream or sugar with your coffee, Michael?”

“That was mean, Blue-eyes!”

“What was mean, Michael?”

“Pulling the Grand Mistress on Martha, intimidating her and you did it so well.”

“She had it coming for the way she treated you”

Maud replied, pouring my coffee and taking the covers off of the dishes.

“You’ll have plenty of time to spend with her when you get home ordu escort and besides I don’t want to share you with her until then.”

“If you didn’t want to share why did you tell her that I was taking her out to lunch and you couldn’t attend?”

Maud ignored the question and it was like dealing with an older version of Minerva.

“This looks delicious!”

She exclaimed taking a bite of omelet, chewing and swallowing.

“It has hot and sweet peppers, Genoa Salami, provolone cheese minced black olives and it is simply delicious.”

“So… I’m taking Martha out to lunch am I?”

“Yes, it is the least that you can do to thank her for the delicious breakfast that she made for us, although taking us out to dinner would be better and besides, it makes you look good in her eyes.”

“Did you just say us, Blue-eyes?”

“Yes Michael, us, as in Ms. Cardoso and me. I just discovered some free time in my busy schedule.”

“You realize that the breakfast was for Martha and me?”

“Well too late now.” She answered, taking a bite of toast

“Your omelet is getting cold, Master.”

I just sighed and picked up my fork, I had been outmaneuvered.

“Fine, be so kind as to make dinner reservations for three.”

“Of course I will Mr. Buckley that is my job as a personal secretary…………

I spent part of that day just talking with Martha about our failed marriage and the death of our son. Martha broke down and cried and I held her hand. We talked of things that went unsaid but should have been. We cleared the air about many things, many misunderstandings and laughed about many others and it was good for both of us. Then I took a nap alone until it was almost time for dinner. I usually travel light and only brought two changes of clothing this time. Maud was aware of this having made the reservations and she dressed accordingly to the establishment that she selected. It was a well known landmark oyster bar, casual but expensive and dinner was interesting in more way than one…..

I was wearing my scuffed engineer boots, blue jeans, a white silk shirt and my old friend, my beat up A-2 leather jacket.
While Maud was dressed in snug fitting blue jeans, white sneakers and a short jean jacket over her red silk blouse.
She wasn’t wearing any makeup that evening except for the red lipstick, and her silver hair was unbound and loose about her shoulders as it flowed nicely down her back and I was pleased too that she was wearing her blue sapphire.

Martha was deliberately left out of the loop about the correct time and proper attire and met us downstairs at the last minute dressed to the nines in a revealing black dress better situated for a formal dining establishment. She was wearing a beautiful pearl necklace with matching earrings that were a gift from Arthur and her makeup done to perfection. Martha’s hair was pinned up in a French twist with Maud’s help and despite the terrible bleached blond hair Martha looked nice. Martha wasn’t happy when she found out where we were going and she was glaring daggers at Maud. Although in the end she was a good sport about it and made the best of it. We drove to the oyster bar in Arthur’s classic 1960 Rolls-Royce Phantom V White Limousine. Martha sat in the back seat and Maud sat in the front with me while I drove. When we arrived I helped each lady out and then I walked into the restaurant with one on each arm.

When we got there the only table available was a raised one with tall bar chairs next the kitchen. In a better location Maud and I alone could have managed but it was difficult it for Martha considering that she was dressed so formally. There were two young couples, friends celebrating a first wedding anniversary in a prime corner away from the bar. I sent a drink over to their table and one of the men came over to thank me. I took him to one-side to talk with him and he in turn went back to his table to talk with his friends. With the help of one of our first United States Diplomats, Benjamin Franklin, a temporary treaty was reached and we switched tables. After we were seated at the new table Martha asked

“What did you say to him, Michael? I’m not complaining but how did you convince them to switch us to such a nice table?”

“I let Benjamin Franklin do the talking”

I replied, taking a sip of my India Pale Ale.

“I don’t understand?”

She said looking puzzled and putting her menu down.

“How many did it take?” Maud asked, smiling.

“Eight, I told them to consider it an anniversary gift.”

“So you bribed them?”

Maud emphatically stated while looking at Martha as if she had just scored a point.

“Essentially, yes” I said laughing with Maud joining in with me.

Martha looked at us thoughtfully and sipped her diet Pepsi. Somehow I got the feeling that Martha was being deliberately obtuse because she timed her next question as Maud was taking a sip of her pale ale.

“That’s a lot of money Mickey, can you afford it?” and Martha said it so matter of factually.

That bitter ale went down the wrong way and Maud started coughing and turning red. She had to put her napkin over her face to stop the ale coming out of her nose. I stood up to pat her on the back but she waved me off and rushed to the Ladies Room. The whole time Martha sat quietly, innocently studying her menu.

I glared at her thinking “tit for tat ladies” and then sternly said

“Well, Martha, what do you have to say for yourself? Was that really necessary?”

“Oh, I forgot, Michael, I’m not supposed to call you Mickey anymore,”

She was holding the menu in front of her face so that I could not see her mischievous smile, or should I say passive aggressive smile? When Maud returned to the table her face was still flushed and pink and her red her lipstick was freshly applied. She was staring knives at Martha.

“I meant the other thing, Martha.”

Martha folded her menu and put it down. “Oh that thing, I think that I shall have the steamed Maine Lobster.”

Martha replied sweetly returning Maud’s stare. I had to bite my tongue and sipped my ale to keep from laughing and then turning to Maud asked

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, what are you having, Michael?”

Maud asked, still glaring at Martha.

“I’m having dozens and dozens of raw oysters on the half shell with malt vinegar and black pepper and then more with Tabasco sauce.”

“That sounds fabulous, Michael!” Maud exclaimed “We can share…..

I must say that those fresh oysters were fabulous! Maud slid her chair quite close to mine while we ate and ate and we lost track of how many dozen oysters that we ordered until the bill came. I tipped the waitress a ten spot for each fresh dozen that she brought to keep them coming fresh and cold on ice. Martha ate her lobster and then decided to try a raw oyster and when she did what a terrible face she made as she quickly swallowed it.

She then ordered a jumbo shrimp cocktail and a Bloody Mary, this being her favorite mixed drink. I received many discrete intimate touches from Maud, much to Martha’s displeasure and when we went up to pay the bill the cashier, a pretty young redhead in her twenties slipped me her cell phone number and her hand lingered on mine much to both their displeasure. As I said, dinner was an interesting affair with a twist. I got an opportunity to try out a new technique.

There was an idiot, a rather large muscle bound Hulk Hogan lookalike in his twenties sitting with a friend.
This mentioned friend must have been the fools his single member fan club as well as a fawning fan and no doubt was an aspiring body builder himself although he was of average build. They were sitting at the table next to us. The body builder was the type of fool that lives in the gym and has contempt for anyone who doesn’t.

He was the type that dresses in tight sleeveless tee shirts regardless of the weather and probably stars in porn films for a living. He was loud, obnoxious, ignorant and opinionated…did I leave anything out? They were there to drink and he kept harassing their waitress, our waitress about the slow service and as I said our service was great. On top of that he grabbed the waitress’s ass a few times making the manager come over to talk with him. He was also leering at Martha and made a comment about the big-shot shrimp, me, throwing money around. In addition to all of this he was telling vulgar dumb blond jokes while he leered at Martha and then he licked his lips to which his fan club groupie laughed hysterically.

I got up to talk to him and asked him politely to tone it down. He didn’t bother getting up but shifted his chair instead so that his back was to me and he told another vulgar joke.

“Are you a Star Trek Fan?” I asked.

“What does that have to do with anything, shrimp?”

He asked laughing, his friend as well, to which I matter of factually replied

“Because the logo on your shirt is a Starfleet com-badge.”

When he glanced at the Nike logo I reached forward and executed the classic Vulcan nerve pinch rendering him unconscious and he slumped forward in his chair and thank God it worked because I left my reliable hand taster in Arthur’s limo I looked at his groupie friend and smiled.

“That was the Vulcan nerve pinch”

I lied while raising my hand like Mr. Spock, palm forward with the fingers spread between my middle and ring finger with my thumb extended

“Live long and prosper.”

By then the manager and a patron who was an off duty cop arrived. After questioning me and several of the patrons the Officer quietly ejected them both of them from the premises without further incident. It was assumed that the loud mouth had passed out from too much drink which left me nicely off the hook.

Although I did hear someone shout as they were escorting them out

“Beam them out, Scotty!”

When I finally got back to my table Martha leaned over and kissed cheek.

“There is no such thing as the Vulcan nerve pinch, Michael, what did you do to him?”

“I rendered him temporarily unconscious”

I replied, picking up an oyster and eating it.

“We know that but how did you do it?”

“I’ll tell you at another time, Martha.”

“Then will you tell me how you trapped my private investigator in his car?” Martha asked.

“I never heard about this one, what private investigator?” Maud chimed in.

“Start from the beginning and tell Maud what happened and I will tell the rest of the story”

I continued eating those fabulous oysters, and Martha did, ending with that he quit and wouldn’t return her telephone calls or her large retainer. I then ordered more pale ale for me, a Pepsi for Martha and ice water for Maud since she would be driving.

“As I said, Martha, the key was the disposable paper cups. I bugged his vehicle by putting a passive homing device in his sedan. Then it was a simple matter to find out then where he lived and who he was. When he was a home at night sleeping with his wife I disabled his car alarm and replaced one paper cup with another that was identical but special.”

“Then you coated his cup with some drug or chemical to knock him out, right?” Maud asked.

“Exactly, he was a creature of habit and drank a lot of coffee while on surveillance. After he was unconscious I removed the treated cup. I then dumped his thermos out and filled it with whiskey while making sure to spill some on him and the car seat. I took his cell phone and put it in my pocket for later. Next I glued his car doors, windows and trunk shut with a chalking gun containing a tube of industrial strength quick drying epoxy. I disabled his vehicle from starting, left him a special present and then drove to the airport. While at the airport, I made a 911 call to the Sheriff’s Department and then dropped his cell phone with the line open into a mail box.

I imagine that he had quite the time explaining to the authorities how he ended up that way or why he couldn’t stop sneezing. I was out of the country by then with an alibi in the event that I was questioned, but I wasn’t out of the country. I went as far as to send him a postcard from the Virgin Islands postmarked two days after my official departure date.
The next day he checked the airlines and my contact there notified me that they confirmed my departure to him as two days prior.
I immediately called your private dick on a prepaid untraceable track-phone advising him politely to drop the case and to check his laptop for an e-mail with an attachment titled “sleep tight.”

“What kind of present?”

They both asked together and then they looked at one another and smiled, inferring a truce of sorts followed by Martha asking

“What was the e-mail?”

“The e-mail attachment was a digital photo taken with his camera of him and his wife sound asleep in their bedroom with his camera as it was a very good one. If he were to trace the source of the e-mail, or even if the CIA were to trace it, the result would be the same, from a server in Nigeria.”

“What was the special present?”

They both asked again at the same time.

“It was a can of peanuts and the can was a façade, my lovely Ladies. It did not contain any peanuts at all. Inside was one of those novelty cloth covered coil springs that resemble a snake, open the can and it pops out. It was corny but effective….”

They were both looking intently at me, waiting as I took a sip of ale.

“It was effective because of the concentrated sneezing powder that was released in seconds from a small high pressure continuous aerosol dispenser placed in the bottom of the fake peanut can that was triggered by the snake pop out”………….

Martha and I sat in the backseat of the limo while Maud drove. When we arrived at Arthur’s estate I went outside and telephoned home to speak with Minerva, Sarah and the Mandy. I told Mandy about Martha’s hair and Mandy made a special appointment for her. Afterwards I ran a diagnostic on Arthur’s security system, installed some new software and then telephoned the security checkpoints for them to reset their systems. Martha was waiting for me in my room and was dressed as she was at dinner.
She got up from the bed and walked over to me touched my face.

“Do you still find me attractive, Michael?”

“You are a beautiful woman, Martha.”

I replied, putting my hands on her shoulders while looking into her eyes.

“I live with three beautiful women now. We have an arrangement and I consider them my family.”

“Yes, I know; they were very kind to me and they were so brave….but you said three, did someone move out?”

“Katherine is attending U. B. Medical School and studying to be a doctor and she now lives in a house close to campus. Minerva, Sarah and Mandy are there, each with their own bedrooms rooms and they are my companions and lovers.”

“It seems that you have many lovers, these days, Michael, including Ms. McCabe. You said I am still beautiful, I going to be one, are you ever going to make love to me again?”

“My current Ladies are quite submissive and I am sure that you have noticed that even Maud defers to me.”

I said this matter-of-factly, taking my hands off her shoulders while taking a step back and folding my arms.

“Only obedient women interest me now….take your hair down, Martha”

I said in a quiet but commanding tone and despite the surprised look on her face, Martha took the hairpins out of her hair and shook her head.

“That’s a start and I don’t approve of your current hair color or the layers, it makes you look trashy” I said, sternly while taking a lock of her hair in my hand.

“That was Abzug’s trashy preference and no doubt to humiliate you”

And I tugged at her bleach hair letting my eyes go cold, still angry at what he did to her and Martha just nodded, looking down.

“I am not angry with you Martha, but at him. But I assure you that this debacle will be corrected with or without your consent.”

Martha opened her mouth to speak and I put my hand over it while shaking my head.

“There is an old saying my dear, women and children should be seen but not heard. When we were married you were my equal and I’ve come to believe that was our demise. It has no place in your current position as my legal ward, do you understand?”

She nodded her head for yes and then I removed my hand and walked away from her. I lay down on the bed leaving her with a puzzled look on her pretty face.

“Please take of my boots off and then you will remove your pearl necklace and earrings. You will then draw a hot bath for me and call me when the tub is full…that is of course if you wish someday to be my future lover and certainly not tonight.”

I lay there with my eyes closed until she came to get me and so far she was obedient…good. Once there I undressed and got into the tub of hot water sliding down to submerge my head to wet my hair and then I came back as Martha stood there watching me.

“I forgot the shampoo, would you please hand it to me it’s on the counter behind you.”

As she handed it to me I grabbed her and pulled her into the tub causing her to shriek as I pulled her close.
When we were married she would never shower with me, her mother’s influence no doubt and as I said, Martha is a tiny little thing much like my Mandy. I held her effortlessly as she struggled to get free.

“Michael what are you doing, you can’t, you will ruin dress!”

I kissed her mouth to silence her and she tasted wonderful. When I kissed her I could feel her relax somewhat and she stopped struggling. .

“I don’t believe that I kissed yet, Martha. Don’t worry about your dress I will buy you another.”

“May I at least take off my shoes?”

“You may, mi Niña…start by shampooing my hair and remember, seen but not heard”…………………

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***Third part of the series, what do you think? Comments appreciated.*****

I sat on my bed, thinking. It was Wednesday night, just one day removed from giving myself a blowjob with Adrianna’s intoxicated mouth. She still had no idea she had taken my baby batter in her belly. She further still had no idea that sitting on my dresser was a package of condoms I had bought earlier on my way home from work.

It hadn’t been premeditated, forcing the young girl to take my cum into her stomach, down her throat. But it had been fantastic, a wonderful orgasm, and one I needed to receive from her. Now I knew, I needed her pussy too. The sedative had worked perfectly, and she had no recollection of swallowing an old man’s cum. I wondered if she would be able to feel having had sex.

There was no doubt that tomorrow I would drug her again, and this time I would have condoms to make sure she didn’t get pregnant, and I was going to get carnal knowledge. I was gonna fuck that little cum slut in as many positions as i could get her body to stay in. I didn’t care it was unethical, I didn’t care it was illegal, I was gonna fuck that 18 year old and I was going to do it tomorrow, no question.

Jesus!, I thought looking down at my dick. It was hard again at the thought. I had jacked off 10 times in the last day and a half. I had no choice, I had to fuck her, but I hoped she didn’t find out. Those long, trim, taught legs, and especially the round thighs. She was so petite but the legs were strong from many hours on the stairmaster. Her ass was an apple bottom delight, her breasts, well I was wondering how they would look if she weren’t on her back. I would try to get her in a position that I could see them in.

I began to masturbate again, imaging her slumped over the arm of the couch like a rag doll, pumping her from behind one hand gripping her waist, the other gripping her shoulder. I imagined rubbing my hand along those silky thighs, and like every other time the last 36 hours, that was the mind’s eye thought that made me cum. I came so hard each time. I was naked on my bed and felt cum plop onto my shoulder. Jesus that girl could really make me pop, I couldn’t wait to pop inside her pussy, even if there was condom in the way.

I awoke the next morning in the same position. The intensity of my last orgasm leading me to a night’s sleep. Thursday was here at last! I had no delusions, I knew what I was going to do was rape, but what did it matter? She was a fucking slut who gave it up to older men for grades and debts, what was one more dick. Furthermore, what did I care, I wanted that twat.

I put on my best slacks and a shiny new expensive tie and shirt. Why I don’t know, trying to pretend I wasn’t depraved I suppose. I was so nervous about the day that I had to open my car door and vomit out on the street. The nerves didn’t recede the rest of the morning. Neither did my assertive hard on. All I could think about all day was getting inside of Adrianna’s 18 year old pussy. Adding me to her notch of bedpost scratches, even if she didn’t know it.

I was a terrible doctor that morning, spending my patients time not listening but imaging how I would make sweet love to Adrianna. How I would prop her up in a decent position. I had to excuse myself to the restroom to beat off three time during the day. I was shocked how much cum was coming out each time and more so, how I could possibly still have cum to cum.

Finally I finished my 2:30 patient and had a few minutes before she arrived. Again I don’t know why but I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Cologne, wetted and combed my hair, retucked my shirt, apparently I wanted to impress the girl I was about to have my way with. I checked my drawer to be sure the condom and pre loaded syringes were ready, and they were. I couldn’t wait. Jesus, my cock felt like it was ready to explode and I didn’t even have a hard on . . . yet.

There came a knock at the door. “Yes?”

The door opened and Adrianna walked in. I have talked about how she didn’t really dress the part of the skanky, slutty girl. Well, today she came straight from school without a ride from her mother and my impression changed. She looked dynamite. Her mid back length golden brown hair was in an elaborate braid that went over her shoulder, her bangs and some stands on the side left free intentionally. She had on mascara making her eyes look almost asian and dark purple eye shadow that matched the dark purple lipstick, her lips outlined with dark pencil. Got it made her face shine and those awesome lips. Those lips that had held my cock and drank my cum!

She had on a long sleeved very thin, almost sheer white top. It was very nondescript, almost like for the gym, but much thinner and a size too small. Her modest breasts looked much more pronounced. The purple and black laced bra beneath just barely showed their hue. God it was a sexy top half, but nothing like the bottom. She had on a short jean skirt with a huge belt, pink with silver studs. The short, and I mean short skirt was high enough to show the gap between her thighs as they popped out from underneath. Her long amazing legs ended in very high white heels, with open toes and straps around her heels that tied with a buckle, the bottom of her heel exposed. God damn, her legs and feet looked like they had nylons on they were so silky. But there were bare. Her toes and fingernails were painted purple like her lips and eye shadow.

“Hello Dr. Davenport. Sheesh, I sure had a bad taste in my mouth last time. Is there a way to not have that after hypnosis?” She asked sweetly as she sauntered in, her hair bouncing as she jiggled on her extra high heels. Such a small girl, they looked damn near like stripper heels.

“I will try hard this time to make sure you don’t leave your mouth open and get all dried out.” I said with a grin, knowing that she zonguldak escort wouldn’t get that taste because this time my cum would be in a condom after fucking her sweet young teen pussy. God I wish I could hear her squeal as I violated her honey pot.

She moved to the chair and laid her book bag down, leaning over to do so. For just a minute she was bent over enough to see her underwear. It was purple and black lace, like her bra, but it wasn’t a g-string, just a tidy pair of panties, and she looked fantastic. Her tanned toned legs flexing over her heeled feet as she grabbed out a water bottle and took a drink, standing back up and covering her ass again. I was instantly hard. I was instantly REALLY hard.

I felt my mouth salivating and my heart starting to pound as she sat in the chair. I could see up her tiny skirt, she crossed her legs, showing even more thigh. I thought about the view I had as I had given my self a blow job with her mouth. This little tart was God’s gift to hard ons. How many boys in her school had rubbed one out in class looking at her? I bet more than a few nerds. The jocks probably just told her they wanted a piece and this slut no doubt gave it up. So many images flashed through my head. Her riding cowgirl on the quarterback in a bathroom stall on the toilet, the gym coach fucking her standing doggie over his desk, her father’s friend Ian, pounding her missionary on the bed, her feet on either side of his head his hands gripping those amazing legs. The neighbor’s college son home for summer, fucking her in the pool while the parents worked, maybe even the gardener was given a sample of that pussy. I wanted mine.

“Were we gonna do the hypnosis thing again? I must admit I was really groggy after and my jaw was sore, but I felt really rested.”

“Hmm, your jaw was sore because the hypnosis can make you grind your teeth sorry about that. Yes we will do hypnosis again, but I need to call my secretary first.” I buzzed her on the intercom.

“Yes Doctor?”

“Carol, go ahead and take off early, I need you to pick up those dilauded scripts for Mrs. Phillips and Mr. Johnson next week at the nursing home. Grab those and bring them in tomorrow. Don’t worry about your other duties, take the rest of the afternoon off.”

“Ok, thanks Doctor, see you tomorrow.”

“You too. Now, where were we?” I said turning my attention to Adrianna, who was swinging her left leg back and forth over her right knee. Those perfect tanned bronzed long and trim stems of hers. Just exquisite!

“Well I am not sure what we discussed last time. To be honest, I don’t remember anything really.” Adrianna said innocently.

“Oh right, you wouldn’t would you?” I heard the outer office door closed as Carol made her way out. I wanted to be sure the office was empty. The room was sound resistant but not sound proof and I didn’t want to grunt and holler muffled today. I had been looking forward to this for far too long.

“Ok dear, why don’t we get started? Come on over to the couch.” I instructed.

Adrianna bounced up off the chair, her perky breasts shaking with the movement. She made her way to the couch and reached over and down to grab the pillow from the far end. Her skirt pulled up high and I got a perfect shot of her legs and backside, flexed and taut, bronzed and silky. Ready and waiting.

I have no idea what came over me but my lust took control. I stood up, my cock rock hard and pointing at her through my slacks directly at the object of my affection. I stepped forward, trying to stop myself, but I couldn’t, my little head had taken over and I was merely along for the ride.

“Wha-hey! Let me go!” Adrianna said startled in a high pitched voice, stumbling on her own high heels as I reached one arm around her waist pulling her to me and my other grabbing her wrist. My hard on was pressed against her ass, only my trousers, her skirt and her panties between us. My dick wanted her, needed her, needed to know her internally.

“You sure like to tempt men don’t you?” I grunted in her ear holding her firm to me.

“What? Nnn-nno. Please let me go!!” Adrianna said, her voice cracking, and panic very evident.

“I bet that’s exactly what you said to Mr. Jenkins! Huh?!” I grunted, my mouth nearly in her delicate ear. The smell of perfume and baby powder was intoxicating and I let go of her wrist to caress her thigh.

“Oh god! P–p–please Dr. Davenport. Please, I was just–” I cut her off by cupping her mouth with my hand.

“From the second you walked in here I have wanted what you feel fit to give to so many others, now you are gonna give the same to me.” I said in a low no nonsense tone.

“B–b-b-bbbbut I didnmmmmf!” I recupped her mouth to shut her up. I was tired of her lies and vagueries. I was about to write my own story with her.

I let go of her mouth and dragged her to my desk where I grabbed out the roll of duct tape and zipped it around her petite head and sealed her mouth. Her eyes were wide with terror and tears were already starting to smear her mascara. “mmnnhhmmb nnnbbbttumm!” She moaned through the tape. Thank god no one could hear.

I picked her up fully and carried her to the couch where i dropped her. I sat on my knees, one of my knees holding her right leg down, the other across her trim waist. She continued to thrash and wail under the tape.

“Settle down you little slut, you are gonna show me what you did for Ian and all the rest one way or another. How do you want it?” I said meanly grabbing her by the neck and making her look me in the eye.

I stood back a bit and reached under her skirt and pulled on her panties. Adrianna kicked and wailed but before long they were at her knees and soon after, they were off one leg and dangling on the others high heel. She was crying hard now and tears were streaming down bursa escort her face and the tape was coming undone at the back. She would be able to cry out soon, but not soon enough to stop things.

I reached under her shirt and held her by her tight little sexy waist. She was squirming less, either tired or maybe defeated. I made a quick move and yanked her shirt up and off her head and arms. She began to claw at me, so I grabbed the tape off the top of my desk and wrapped her wrists together. I reached behind her, her shirt falling off her braid to the floor and undid her bra. I pushed it up to expose her breasts, the nipples quite hard. From fear, from the A/C from her body knowing sex was coming . . . I don’t know, but they looked great.

I stood up and put a foot on her tummy holding her down. Her squirming body, tan and toned couldn’t look any better. I reached down and undid my belt and pulled my trousers down, my dick sticking out of the pee slit in my boxers, pre cum already oozing out the tip. I ripped off my dress shirt and worked my tie over my head.

When Adrianna saw my manhood she wailed and screamed as hard as she could and her cheeks turned red, her eyes pouring out tears. If she didn’t know before, she knew now what was going to happen, and she was extremely unhappy about it. All the better, this dirty slut thought she could pick and choose who fucked her, no way, this pussy was too fine to be refused to any man. I considered jacking off first, but didn’t want to reduce the power of the orgasm already stirring in the base of my animal brain. My dick was jumping with each beat of my heart. I had never been so hard.

Oh god, she was so ready I thought to myself, her body is already in an agitated state, warmed up and ready for a man. I wondered if she was wet already. Her skirt was ridden up from her squirming, not that it had far to go. Her sweet snatch was still so pristine, the lips shut tight. God the wonders of a young pussy, I guess she hadn’t been used too much, all the better for me!

I went to one knee, my left one and wedged it under her right thigh. I kept my other foot planted firmly on the floor. I ran my hand over her right hammy and scooped her leg up and gripped the arm of the couch. Adrianna was now on her ass but turned up, her back wedged into the corner of the couch arm and couch back. She was secure and held open. She was ready for me.

I reached down with my free hand and steadied my pulsing cock. It looked larger to me than usual, but I figured that shouldn’t be a surprise, I was about to enter the goddess of sex herself. Adrianna’s eyes, watering and wide stared at me approaching her and wailed again, screaming loud even with the tape. “Mmm! AAAhhhhmmmnnnn! NNNNuuuuuh! Nnnnnnuh! Aw-hu-hu-hu-hu.”

Her screams had the tendons on her neck sticking out to the extreme, the anger and fear in her eyes looked like they could kill. I moved to her opening and slid my mushroom cap up and down her slit, my pre cum mixing with her juice, though she was far less wet that I had expected the slut to me.

I kept working it up and down until I felt a decent amount of slickness had been worked up. Adrianna continued to sob until I finally shoved . . .

“Ooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm! NNNNNNNNNuuuuuummmmmmm!” She thrashed as much as she could in her held position, trying to pull away from my advancing penis, but she had no where to go as I began to enter her. I was shocked how fast I felt resistance. God damn, this bitch is so built for sex! She has stayed so tight! I bit my lip and thrust as hard as I could.

“Nnnuuuuah!” I hollered out and I was able to dive in over half way. Jesus, I was still getting resistance halfway in!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMM!” Adrianna wailed as i force my way into her perfect petite frame. “Hu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ha-hah-hah.” She continued to sob, breathing loudly through her nose which was starting to run.

“Oh shit. God DAMN baby! All right here me go, one more!!” I drew back.

“Nnnaaaaammm! Naam!” Pleaded Adrianna, her bound hand’s fingers clasped, pushing on my chest, but this little flower, no matter how tone was still tiny. I lunged forward and let go of her hip and instead wrapped it around her waist and yanked at me as I slammed home, fully inside.

“Aaaaaaaammmm! Hm-hm-nn-nn-nn-nn” Adrianna was crying hard, but had stopped thrashing and pushing me. I was in, I had scored, I had won and thankfully she accepted it, cause I wanted to enjoy myself and her thrashing would torque my dick and I didn’t like that.

I slid my hand down from her waist, over her ass cheek and gripped her upper thigh again, lent forward and dug my face into her neck, licking and sucking on her skin, and I gyrated my hips, plowing my cock into her sweet teen cunt over and over. Her leg held up was now pressed against my chest and the friction began to sweat. Her heel was bouncing against the back of my head as I continued to thrust. Adrianna had quieted but was still shaking beneath me as she continued to sob, the duct tape had peeled a lot and she finally pulled her lips apart and the tape fell to one edge of her face.

“Nn-nn-nn-nnooo doctor! Wh-wh-wh-wha-ha-ha-ha. Please stop, it hurts. I don’t want it-wha-ha-ha” Adrianna sobed into my ear as she felt my manhood gliding in and out of her roughly, my stomach and chest, smeared in our mixed sweat. She could hear my quick hoarse grunts as I fucked my fantasy. I wanted to holler out my joy, tell her she was the fuck of my life, let her know she didn’t need to be sad, no it was wonderful!

I sat back to watch my cock slide in and out of her young pink pussy. As I sat back my eyes met her’s and she started to sob loudly again. “Please Dr. Davenport . . please stop, please! I was saving it” and the crying and wails started again.

What malatya escort the fuck was she talking about I wondered as I looked down to see the most wonderful sight in history. Adrianna and I making love to each other, well me making love to her. Okay, raping the fuck out of this angel. That was when I saw it, the red smears on my penis. I pulled all the way out and saw the culprit. Adrianna’s opening, her hymen more specifically had torn. How was that possible? Her hymen would have been stretched the first time she . . .

Oh god! Oh no! It suddenly made so much sense. The casual attitude towards sex, including with much older men. The scant details. The glossing over what should have been emotionally massive moments for her. She didn’t tell me more details because they were none. She wasn’t a sex addict, or even a slut. She was a habitual liar, and a fucking virgin.

I released my grip from the couch arm and sat all the way back on my heel. Adrianna pulled her legs together and rolled to the side and cried. I felt so horrible. What had I done. I had lost my mind and just ruined this young girl. She didn’t deserve to be force fucked by me. I had thought I was just one more dick. But I was the only dick.

Adrianna was still crying audibly and tried to pull herself to her knees. She finally succeeded and was sobbing into the couch. Her face buried in the top of the back of the couch. I had never seen her back before. It was as hot as the rest. The shoulders narrowed down to her hips, tapering significantly until it hit her hips where her back enlarged again. She had a line down her back, and it was deeper than most, a perfect petite toned and feminine back. Down to her lovely caboose, the tan lines showing significant difference between bronzed and pale skin.

The animal hunger for lust that had been draining began to boil up again looking at her in her best position. She was made to watch going away and my cock was throbbing again. She was heaving as she sobbed and I knew there was no way I wouldn’t rationalize it away at some point, so why delay. I put one foot up on the couch outside of her left butt cheek and gripped the back of the couch. I moved my dick into position and saw Adrianna start to pull her head off the couch. Knowing she sensed me and that she was going to run, and didn’t wait another second and rammed my throbbing, pulsing cock back into my little goddess.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAHH! Noooo! What are you doing?! Nooooooo!” Adrianna tried to pull away but I grabbed her hips and dug my nails in hard. I began to yank the little spinner back and forth causing Adrianna’s head to snap forward and back making her crying wail move along the melodic scale. I pistoned my hips as fast as i could.

“Oh Jesus! Holy shit Adrianna! My little goddess! Jesus baby, I am gonna cum so fucking hard!” I felt a tingling vibration in my balls I had never felt before. It was 10 times more intense than the orgasmic beginnings I was used to.

“P-pl-pl=plea-ee-ee-ee-ease stop. Oh god please stop. Don’t cum in me!” Adrianna was thrashing her bound hands and screaming. I held my grip and watched my cock continually disappearing in her teenage twat. Oh god my cum was coming, and it was gonna be a frightening explosion. My balls felt like a boiler where the pressure was about to explode.

“Nnngahhh. Nah–rrrroo Adriana!! Oh sweetie, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shiiiiit baby!” I has tossing her around like a rag doll, meeting each backwards yank with a forward jab when the pleasure waves had coated my penis. It felt like one big nerve, completely electrified and the wave was about to explode into the rest of my body.

“Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-oh-no! Noooooooooo!” I was slamming into her so violently that her heels had come off and were hanging by the ankle straps only, bouncing around like the rest of her.

“RRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!” The cum fired out of the head of my cock, deep into Adrianna. The wave of pleasure whiting out my vision and the feeling of fuzziness was overtaking my body, radiating out from my crotch.

“Nooooo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! Noo! Oh god please!” Adrianna felt my cum depositing in her, her innocence being stolen from her. Her virginity being raped from her. Her womb in danger of being seeded by me.

“Abbbbblllleeefff. Nnnnngchy!” I was reduced to a blithering idiot as the second shot of sperm exploded from my slit. My eyes had rolled back in my head and I was only still thrusting out of instinct. I had felt a more intense orgasm than ever in my life.

“Oh. oh god. Why god?” Adrianna was sobbing into the couch fabric again, resigned to her fate, knowing I was about finished.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllllllllllllllllllm.” I slurred, drunk on orgasm as my cock spurted a pair of final shots, a final bit of semen for my fantasy. God everything felt so warm. I couldn’t hold myself anymore and my face fell into her back and my mouth slid over her back as my leg muscles crumbled and I fell to the right of her, my dick, still somewhat stiff, pulled out of her and I slid over the back of her thigh as I fell to the couch, my cock leaving a smear of cum and her juices over her ass cheek.

I tired to react. To say something. To do . . . anything, but I was out. I could still hear but I couldn’t open my eyes or fight the utter exhaustion.

I heard Adrianna sobbing and she slid off the couch to the chair, her face in her hands as my gift to her, my body, given unto her was dripping out of her, possibly after impregnating her. She finally got her hands free of the tape. Her skirt was still on so she crawled to the side of the couch and pulled her top on. She pulled off her heels and grabbed her bra and panties and shoved them in her bag and walked as fast as her visibly sore pussy would let her go and continued to sob as she made her way down the hall.

I continued to sit in my spot, my head resting on the back of the couch, unable to move. Were the police coming? Was my career over? Was I going to prison. Probably, but I had never felt so content in my life.

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A Threesome Never to be Forgotten
My wife and I have been married 25 years and even though we’re both in our late 40s, people often compliment us on how young we look. Working out has always been a part of our daily routine and the side benefit of increasing our sexual stamina is something that has allowed for long sessions of sucking, fucking, and licking.

Like most husbands, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to see my wife suck and fuck another man. Me joining in after watching for a time has always been part our fantasy. Our sex sessions usually start with light petting then move on to my rubbing and sucking on her still perky 34c tits. Not too large but her nipples grow nice and hard in no time. After a few minutes of enjoying myself we usually will position ourselves with me kneeling on the bed and her lying on a 7-inch “helper” as she takes me in her mouth – making my dick grow and grow and grow. She has become an expert cocksucker over the many years of our marriage. When she licks the length of my dick and then sucks on my balls it makes me grow longer and harder. While she slurps on my dick I tell her how hot her ass looks squeezing on “that dick”. By this time she’s going crazy!

We continue this way until her groans quicken and she finally comes all over the hardness between her pussy lips rubbing against her clit. We’ve always known that this would only be a fantasy, as neither one of us had the guts to through with an actual three way – or so we thought.

One night we decided to go out and have a couple of drinks and dance a little. We ended up at a nightclub that was very dimly lit, filled with people drinking, talking, and enjoying each other’s company. After a couple of margaritas, we were feeling pretty good. As our inhibitions where peeled away little by little, my wife started dancing more and more provocatively – getting the attention of some men standing nearby.

Upon returning to our booth, I excused myself to go to the men’s room and told my wife that, if she had the guts, to flirt with one of the guys that had been looking at us, maybe something would happen tonight. Well, by the time I got back to the table this dark haired, five o’clock shadowed young man in his early twenties was seated across the table from her. She introduced me to Greg as I sat down on her left. Our booth was in a very obscure part of the club and very little light shown where we were. After a couple of rounds and feeling no pain, I motioned with my head to Greg to move over to Lorraine’s right side. He looked at me with a “are you sure” look and I repeated the motion. With that he slid over and we both nestled up close. I could tell that my wife was getting excited as she had placed her hand on my thigh and was now squeezing it with an unconscious pressure.

I moved my left hand under her blouse and start playing with her left tit. She gave out a sigh as I lightly rubbed her now very erect nipple. Greg was taking all this in. I again motioned to him – this time to follow my lead. In no time he had my wife’s right tit in his right hand as her head fell back enjoying both of our massage. Then, I saw Greg lower his hand down to her lap. As his hand made its way up her skirt, I could tell when it had reached her now throbbing pussy. The way she looked at me told me that she was in heaven.

As sinop escort we continued to feel my wife up in front of the crowd (that didn’t have clue of what we were doing), I could see Greg’s arm moving faster and with longer strokes. I knew Lorraine was enjoying his finger fucking her hot pussy. At this point my dick is throbbing and I’m sure, like Greg’s, trying to burst frees. I leaned over and whispered into her ear to put her hands on each of our cocks. She looked at me questioningly. I nodded in approval. Her hands slid over our legs, stopping on our crotches, and started massages both of our dicks. I couldn’t stand it any longer, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my 8” cock. Greg saw me and followed suit. So, now I’ve got her left tit in my hand, Greg’s finger is fucking my wife’s pussy, and she’s kneading both our cocks.

After a few minutes of this, Lorraine’s hand job started to become more intense and I knew she was close to cumming. Within seconds, her head started to bob back & forth and now she is cumming. And cumming. And cumming. Her grasp on my cock loosens after awhile as she leans back in the booth seat composing herself. Greg brings his hand up from underneath and shows us his cum covered fingers. Then he started licking them, enjoying one finger’s worth of love juice at a time.

I moved my hand down to her pussy that is now sopping wet. As I gently massage her mons, she looks over at me with this expression of contentment and desire for more. She’s started to massage our dicks again and I lean over and whisper in her ear to go down on Greg if she wants. Her look said it all. She rolled over on top of Greg and kissed him. I heard her tell him to lay back and enjoy what she was about to do to him. She then wriggled down his body until her head was even with his now visible 9” meat. Not only was his dick longer than mine but it was about an inch thicker. As Lorraine looked at his cock in her hand, I could tell she was going to enjoy sucking this guy’s dick.

With her lips parted and as she looked up at me, I saw my wife lower her head and Greg’s cock head disappeared into her mouth. Soon I was watching my wife licking the length of him, periodically moving all the way down to roll one of his balls into her mouth. In moments she was completely involved with this guy’s cock. I could hear her slurping as she moved up and down the distance of his shaft, sucking him deep into her throat on every second or third stroke.
In a matter of seconds I saw Greg’s face tighten as his cock started filling my wife’s mouth with his cum. She continued sucking, gulping him as he shot load after load. She pulled his dick out of her mouth as he shot his last ribbon and it landed across her cheek. She looked so hot. Cum dripping from the side of her mouth and cum across her face. I could not stand it any longer and suggested that we go out to our van. Greg nodded in agreement. We gathered ourselves and made our way outside.

As we walked to the van, Lorraine gave me a hug and told me that she could hardly wait to have both of us in her at the same time. Once in the van, Greg sat in one of the back captain chairs and I in the other. Lorraine wasted no time. She had my cock in her mouth and was eagerly feeding on it. Soon Greg had taken his pants completely off and once again his cock tokat escort grew to it’s full length. The head, now clearly visible, was larger than the shaft and mushroomed out creating a lip that was quite large. Now, Lorraine had both of our cocks in her hands transferring her hot mouth between the two of us.

Then she said that she needed a dick in her pussy. I nodded to her to go for Greg’s. We quickly stripped her of her clothes. She placed one leg on either side of him, spread her legs, grabbed his hard cock close to its base, and rubbed her cunt with it. Then, I saw his huge hard head separate her lips as she slid it partially in. She stood there moving it gently further into her steaming pussy. Deeper and deeper I saw his dick disappear. As she moved up his shaft, I could see the skin of her inner pussy being pulled out as it hugged it. This guy’s cock was really stretching her. It didn’t take long before she was riding the full length of his love juice covered dick. As she rode for all she was worth, he kneaded and sucked on her tits.

After a few minutes of this, I stood up and positioned myself so that she could suck my raging hard-on as she continued to fuck this guy. Here was my wife with my dick in her mouth, fucking on this 9” cock and moaning in ecstasy like I’ve never before heard.

Then, all of a sudden she took my cock out of her mouth and said she wanted me to fuck her in her ass while Greg fucked her pussy. Well, having fucked my wife’s ass only twice in our marriage, I was to say the least surprised and more than willing. I went up to the front and took a tube of KY out of our “travel kit”. Greg had reclined his chair almost all the way as Lorraine continued riding his dick slowly but intently. I lubed my cock and added a dab to her ass hole. I slid my finger inside as she welcomed the intrusion. As I slid deeper I could feel Greg’s dick. Wow, what a sensation.

I got closer and pulled the skin of my cock back as I inched my dick into her hot hole. I got my head in and waited for her to accustom to both our cocks in her. After a few seconds, she pushed back towards me taking more of my length. I made my way about three quarters of the way in and could now feel Greg’s hardness between the thin membrane of her sopping pussy and ass. Soon we had this rhythm going that seemed to have us moving as one. What a feeling! I’m now stroking my entire cock up my wife’s hot ass, my balls slapping gently against her and Greg’s balls. After a few minutes, I felt Greg’s legs tense followed by him saying “I’m gonna cum”. And cum he did. It seemed as if his cock grew even bigger as he filled my wife’s pussy with load after load of his hot semen. By all rights, I should have cum also. But, I for some reason I felt like I could go on this way all night.

As Greg pulled out of her dripping pussy, Lorraine said to me “please don’t stop” – so I continued sliding my cock in and out of her tight slippery love hole. Greg had moved over to the other chair and just sat watching us. After what seemed only a matter of a few minutes, I looked over at Greg and noticed him stroking a cock that seemed to be coming alive once again. Ah, to be in my 20’s again. At my age, I can go for about an hour before cuming. But, once I cum, I’m pretty well spent for the night.

After a few more minutes yozgat escort of fucking my wife’s ass, Greg stood up and next to me positioning his dick right in front of my face. I knew he wanted me to put it in my mouth but I had never sucked a cock before and had to think for a while if I really wanted to do this. Between the heavy scent of sex in the air, my wife moaning in pleasure at my stroking and the heat of the moment, I decided tonight would be the night. I looked up at him and nodded for him to come closer. Once within range, I opened my mouth and accepted his large veined monster. It was a strange yet wonderful sensation. His dick was warm and soft, yet hard. Soon, I was really getting into it. I found the feel of his large mushroomed head going in my mouth and to the back part of my throat to be quite a turn-on. We must have been quite a sight, if I could have only taped this!

Then all of a sudden he removed his cock from my mouth and went for the KY. For a moment I thought he was going to come back in for seconds of Lorraine’s hot and aching pussy. But, he had other ideas. He spread some lube on his dick and then positioned himself behind me. The next thing I felt was my ass cheeks being spread and the slippery coldness of the lube on my hole. Wow! Was this guy going to fuck me? He slid his finger in and out, lubing my canal; I couldn’t believe how good this felt! I’ve never considered myself gay but this was really getting me hot. He pulled his finger out and then I felt the tip of his huge cock head up against my hole. I tried to relax as much as I could knowing that it would only make his entry easier for both of us.

As I relaxed, I felt the pressure increase against my asshole until he was in. He pulled out a little then pushed forward again, this time going deeper. I couldn’t believe I was getting fucked in the ass, as I was fucking my wife’s ass. Before I knew it, the up and down strokes of my cock in Lorraine had helped his cock slide deeper into me. And, soon I had this guy’s entire length up my ass. I could feel his balls slapping against me as I slapped my balls against Lorraine. As my in stroke was completed and I started my outstroke, he would ram me with his hard dick. Pretty soon we were again moving in sync. The pleasure was extremely intense. After a few minutes of this Lorraine yelled out “I’m going to cum!” Our pace picked up, as Greg and I seemed to be on the verge as well. Then I felt Lorraine’s ass pulsate on my cock and I knew she was cuming. I fucked her for all I was worth as Greg continued to fuck my now slick willing ass. I felt him tense and then spurts of his hot sperm shoot up me. I could hold out no longer. My cock started erupting, spewing load after load of my pent up spunk into my wife’s asshole.

We came and came and came. Then Greg pulled his thick cock out of me, some of his cum oozing out my ass with it. He dropped back into the rear seat of the van just as I pulled my dick out of Lorraine. She turned to me with a look of extreme delight on her face. We sat for a few minutes saying nothing – kind of just basking in the last of the experience. Then Greg said that he really had to go. We exchanged numbers and as my wife gave him a passionate goodbye kiss that seemed to emit a “thank you”, Greg left. Lorraine and I just sat in the van for a while – recovering. Then she said, “I can’t believe how many times I came. We have to do this again, honey”. I agreed and started thinking of how I could put it together.
We’ve had two encounters since.

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Hello, my name is John, and this is my story on how life as I know it changed. I am just your average guy 20 years old working a normal 9-5 job. I have a girl friend who I love to death, and we have been dating for the past 2 years. First let me describe me and my girlfriend, I am 6”00 170 lbs somewhat fit and love to run. I don’t have the biggest dick, but I am told it’s a good size at 6 inches long and 2-inch girth. My girlfriends name is Summer, she is 19, a red head, 4”8 105 lbs and has smaller tits (almost B cup) which I don’t mind because she has puffy nipples, and a nice size ass. Summer comes from a family of money, so when she turned 18 she got laser hair removal, which means her legs, and pussy are always smooth. Now to the events that changed my life. It all started one weekend when Summer went out with some friends for a girls night out to dinner and a movie, I did not mind because I know that it is important to have some time apart, since she was going to be out most of the night I decided to go to my friend Justin’s house to have a few beers and hang out. After I got to his house things were going great, we were drinking sitting by a fire catching up. About an hour into the night Justin’s sister Sam pulls up and Sam and her friend get out the car and start walking our way, at this point I have had about 5 beers and I felt good, and couldn’t help but notice Sam and her friend, with their short skirts and tank tops on. They pulled up some chairs and sit next to us, and Sam says hello to me and introduces me to her friend Jessica. I shake her hand and as she leans forward I can see down her shirt and she her wonderful C cup tits. As the night goes on the 4 of us talk and drink until Justin’s girlfriend gets there and they leave to run to the store, and to get something to eat. Sam tells us she will be right back and leaves to go in and call her boyfriend, that leaves me and Jessica making small talk. At this point I am drunk, and she is getting there, out of no where she gets up and sit in my lap, wrapping her arm around my neck and starts kissing me, for a split second I try to fight it until she takes her hand and grabs my cock which is already hard. I place my hand on her leg and start running my hand up her leg under her skirt that’s when I get a huge surprise that she is not wearing no panties as my fingers touch her smooth wet pussy. Just as things are starting to heat up we see headlights of a car pulling up in the drive way, Jessica gets up and I look back to see my girlfriend’s car sitting in the driveway. Summer gets out the car and starts walking up to us when she notices it is me and another girls out there alone, she starts karaman escort yelling asking what the fuck were we just doing, I try to speak and that is when she slaps me in the face and then pushes Jessica to the ground. Her and Jessica start fighting, Sam comes running out the house and then brakes up the fight as Justin and his girlfriend pull back up. At this point I know I have been caught and I tell everyone what happened, after I finish talking Sam takes Jessica back home and Summer tells me not to come home tonight, I tell her how sorry I am, and she refuses my apology as she jumps in her car and speeds away. Me and Justin talk about what happen, he admits I fucked up, but I can stay with him as long as I need to. The next morning, I wake up with a huge hangover and start to remember the night before, I text Summer and wait hours before she texts back saying she did not want to talk. As the day goes by Summer calls me telling me to come over, she wanted to talk. I jump in the shower then get dressed and rush out the door to go home to talk to her. As I walk in the house she walks up to me and slaps me again asking me how I could do that to her. I apology’s and tell her that I fucked up, but it will never happen again. Summer tells me that at first, she wanted to leave me for good, but she loves me. She states that she is willing to take me back but only on one condition, I tell her that I really love her, and I am willing to do anything to make this right. What she tells me completely surprises me, she tells me the only way she will forgive me is, for her to get even with me and she wants to fuck another guy, I am shocked, and tell her no way, but then she tells me it’s the only way. After trying to convince her for us to work it out some other way I back down knowing that she will not change her mind and I want to make things right. We sit down and discuss how this will go down, and that’s when she tells me that she wants me to be there, that way I can see it like she saw me last night, I asked her who she was going to sleep with and she tells me a guy that she works with and he will be coming over tonight. The day goes by and I start to drink some more beers, trying to calm my nerves. It’s now 6:30 and Summer goes to take a shower while I lay in bed thinking about what is about to happen. Summer comes out of the bathroom wearing a short black dress looking amazing, just then there is a knock at the door, he is here. As she walks to go let him in I walk down the hallway nervous as hell, that is when I see him, he is a huge buff black guy taller then me, she tells him this is my boyfriend and he made a mistake last night which he kırıkkale escort is about to pay for. She tells him not to worry about me I will not stop anything that is about to happen. That is when Summer looks at me and says its time as she takes him by the hand to take him to our room, I follow behind sick to my stomach knowing this is my fault. Summer tells me to sit on the foot of the bed and ask her coworker to lay down, next she crawls up the foot of the bed towards him and that is when I see that she has on a pair of crotchless panties. As she gets on top him sitting directly on his lap she starts rocking back and forth grinding her pussy into his dick, they start to make out shoving their tongues into each other’s mouth, as she leans forward he brings his hands down to her ass where her dress started to ride up exposing her crotchless panties. Next, I see his fingers exploring her ass when he finds the opening and his fingers sink there way into her smooth wet pussy making her moan out loud as I sit there watching. Summer sits up peeling her dress off as he takes his shirt off reveling his buff chest and arms, he then leans forward taking her left nipple into his mouth sucking on it as she wraps her arms around his neck, leaning down to bite his neck. After awhile he pusher heron her back towards me, and then begins taking his gym shorts off reveling his massive cock, I do not know his size, but it appeared to around 10 inches long and wider then her wrist. With her head closer to me, laying naked across our bed, he flipped around placing his massive cock across her face as he brought his face down to her pussy, diving in taken her swollen clit into his mouth as she took his cock into her mouth. I sit there watching playing with his balls as she chokes on his cock, with his faced berried between her legs licking and sucking on her from her clit down to her ass. After she squirts all over his face and our bed he gets up followed by her, that is when she tells me to lay down on the bed with my head at the foot of the bed. I am confused but do it anyways and then she pulls out some rope from under the mattress, and wraps it around my wrist and ankles tightly, keeping me from moving. At this point I have no clue what is next until she climbs over me and sits on my face, placing her pussy right in my mouth. I suck on her clit and lightly bit it as she grinds into me face. After about 10 minutes she leans forward and grabs my dick out of my shorts and takes me deep into her mouth. Next I see her lifts her hips up just as her coworker places his massive dick at the entrance of her tight wet pussy pushing forward making her moan as kırklareli escort my dick it at the back of her throat. As I look up all I see is his cock pumping in and put of my girlfriends pussy, as he takes his fingers and rubs her asshole. He then pulls out her and leans down and starts to lick her asshole making it wet, as he rubs her clit with his hand pushing her over the edge making her squirt all over my face. This causes me to blow my load down her throat. What he does next she was not expecting, when he took his cock and placed it at her virgin rosebud and pushed forward, pushing his huge cock into her ass, making her scream out In pain. He entered her a few inches letting her get use to his size, then pushed in some more until he was balls deep before stopping again. Once she relaxed her started pulling back out and shoving it back in, violently fucking her ass right over my face. After about 15 minutes she squirted again all over my face for the second time. After this orgasm he removed his cock from her ass and shoved it back in her pussy making her moan out again as he once again stretched out her pussy. My cock started to get hard again watching all this take place so she started blowing me again. He fucked her for a while until he started grunting and shoved his huge dick all the way in her coating her insides with his seed. After he pumped his load into her about 6 times he pulled dick out and wiped it across her ass, what she did next, I did not expect as she lowered her gaping wet pussy to my mouth and sit up grinding her cum filled pussy into my mouth. I tried to move my head, but she had me pinned down as his cum leaked out of her pussy into my mouth. It was salty, thick and like nothing I have ever tasted before. Summer gets up, my face is covered in this man’s cum, as I lay there tied to the bed, arm and leg spread out. She walks to her night stand and grabs out a big dildo I have never seen before with a bottle of lube. She gets on the bed with me and starts sucking my cock again and takes the lube and squirts it on the dildo. Next, she rubs the lube in and then places the dildo to my ass hole, I try to speak but she covers my mouth as she pushes the dildo in my ass stretching it out. I scream in pain as she sucks my cock and fucks my ass with her toy. The pain goes away, and it starts to feel good, and makes me blow a second load in her mouth. She pulls the dildo out, and my cock out of her mouth then bring her mouth to mine and goes to kiss me as she spits my cum into my mouth. After all this her coworker leaves, and she unties me. We get dressed and she ask me if I learned my lesson, I told her I did and that I love her. The night goes by and I feel a bit strange from the events that took place earlier in the night, but the more I think about it the more I start to wonder if we could do that again.

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