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*This story contains themes of pegging, female domination, bisexual sex talk, and sexual role reversal. If you’re seeking something more vanilla in nature, well, don’t say I didn’t warn you*

Her name was Bridget Ramirez and she was the hottest fucking thing to ever walk the walls of Cheyanne Mountain High School, in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

She was an 18-year-old Senior, reigning Junior Year Prom Queen, ASB vice-president, and standout all-state varsity soccer star, four years running.

She had also come into this Camilla Cabello-esque body, but with somehow an even rounder ass. The sporty hourglass of her body was absolutely perfect, and even her clothing seemed to cling to her body with jealousy. Her mother was Spanish and her father was anglo-saxon, buzzcut, military white.

Students, teachers, janitors, principals, curious girls on her soccer team-they would all stop to gawk when she walked by. She was delicious to her core and she knew it. All it took was a pair of jeans and a button-up blouse and she could fell kingdoms.

For most though, she was also a total enigma. In the four years she had been in high school, she’d only ever casually dated a few guys for a couple weeks at a time. She had never taken a boyfriend. She had never been dragged through the high school dating drama or become gooey-eyed over an older guy. Guys that dated her were cagey afterwards. No one knew why. But many of them wanted her badly still.

And it wasn’t for lack of trying. No one could lock her down, even though so many attempted to keep her attention. The guys she had slept with, she had completely ruined. There were rumors about how good she was. Even teachers had heard them.

She was fun and outgoing and super sexy. She was easy to talk to and the sex was always mind-blowing-but then she’d typically lose interest very fast. She wasn’t finding what she was looking for. Not exactly. Not yet.

And that was when I transferred in to Cheyanne. I’m Jackson Detwiler and my family had just moved into town midway through the school year as my father was given a prestigious position at the Air Force Academy.

We’d been in Southern California before that but my Dad had been offered a prestigious teaching position at the Air Force Academy and it was too good an offer for the family to pass up.

I was very unhappy to be leaving friends behind so close to graduation, but what was I going to say? This was my Dad’s livelihood. Stiff upper lip and such. My very last weekend in socal, my friends took me out for my eighteenth birthday. They used a fake idea to get me into a club and we partied for one final time. It was bittersweet to be leaving once again, but I was happy for my Dad’s success.

I saw Bridget on my very first day of school. She was walking out of one of the college counselor’s office’s and into the main school office area where I was checking in for my first day of classes. She was wearing this cute, brown-and-white blouse that clung to her tan curves like a condom. She tossed her medium length brown curls as she walked down the hall and had just turned to say hi to someone as she rounded the corner, completely running into me as I gathered up a rather large stack of new-student paperwork. Her very pert breasts crashed right into my hands, as I grasped for my things.

We both went tumbling down awkwardly and the papers went flying all over the floor. It was an honest mistake. She felt immediately terrible and began to help me.

“Ohhhh My Goddd! I am soooo sorry,” she said, kneeling down impressively low on the floor (considering she was wearing a low-cut cotton skirt and tank top) to help me gather up the spilled papers. I saw a flash of a white thong, as she spread her sexy legs briefly to awkwardly grab one of my folders.

I looked up to see her concerned face, right above her gorgeous line of cleavage and her beautiful green eyes with their long eyelashes waving at me like palm fans. She was mysteriously beautiful.

“No, it’s not a big deal, you didn’t mean to,” I assured her. I was more than happy that she had bumped into me. She was the kind of girl you wanted to bump into you. She looked up to see me staring at her, and gave me a cute, yet sheepish grin.

“Uhh, wait…I don’t know you, I’m Bridget. Bridget Ramirez.” she offered me her hand quite officially.

“I’m Jackson. Jackson Detwiler.” I echoed her introductory tone. “New student. This is my first day, actually,” we shook hands. Her hand felt incredibly soft in mine. It felt nice, and a little cooler than my own.

“Oooh, well, sorry, from this point forward I think I’m supposed to bully you. Ya know…new student rules and all,” her eyes watched for how quick my reply would be.

“Oh, completely. I wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact…I wore my most threadbare shirt because I expect I’ll be getting quite a few swirlies today and I like to dry fast. Would you like to be my first?” I asked her, as I bowed my head to her, and she was quite escort bodrum pleased that I was up to the challenge of her banter.

“Oh, yes, that sounds great. Go ahead and meet me in the cafeteria bathroom at, let’s say 11:15?” She added on. We were standing again now.

“Certainly. But…there’s a problem there,” I figured I’d keep this going as long as I could. This was not too shabby a first person to meet on my very first day at a new high school. I wasn’t nervous to begin with, but Bridget had been a marvelous surprise.

“What’s that?” She countered.

“I don’t know where the cafeteria is…or…well, anything for that matter. Cuz, you know…”

“First day, ” she concluded.

“First day,” I confirmed.

“Well, I’ll be honest…I was probably just gonna go hang out in the ASB room for the next hour to avoid government, and then go tease my math teacher into giving me more extra credit work but, what the hell, I can give you the grand tour if you’d prefer.” She offered in the most immediately helpful way. Bridget was fun. She radiated kindness and quickness and fierceness. Also she was the hottest fucking thing. I couldn’t believe how normal she seemed. It almost didn’t compute.

“I would very much appreciate that Ms. Ramirez,” I deferred to her directions.

“Well then Mr. Detwiler, let us be off,” and she walked in front of me out the back double doors and into the campus quad.

I immediately hit it off with Bridget that first day. We ended up having two different classes together and, between my ASB and various sports interests, she and I developed a fast friendship as we headed towards graduation. We simply saw each other a lot. It was a kind of kismet. I think a lot of people were jealous of me. They didn’t know who I was or why their popularity queen was suddenly so buddy-buddy with the new guy.

I think Bridget liked having someone from out of town. Someone that no one knew. Someone that she could sort’ve claim as her own. Our friendship was genuine and she was by far my favorite part of that last half of my senior year.

Clearly I was insanely attracted to her. But I also wasn’t going to screw up this killer friendship I’d begun.

As Senior Prom rolled around, she was between guys again, and didn’t really have anyone she was flirting with or even kind of seeing. Neither did I. I hadn’t really been looking that hard. She asked me to go with her. I immediately said yes. We were going as friends and we were totally okay with that. We had way too much fun together.

“Honestly Jackson…I think I’d have more fun with you anyway. You’ve kind of become my best friend this year. It’s like, the most genuine thing I’ve had in a while.” She said to me in the sweetest way. I truly adored this girl in every way.

The night of Prom I arrived to pick her up from her place, and almost had a heart attack when she opened the front door to greet me. she was wearing the tiniest lavender mini dress covered in sparkles that showed off her full rack under thinly clung spaghetti straps. Her hair was down and done with streaks of glitter. Her face also had streaks of glitter and dark, shadowed makeup. She was fiercely beautiful. She was a force of nature.

“You look…” my mouth was hanging open flabbergasted at how hot she looked. This did not look like a going-with-a-friend kind of dress. This dress felt much more like a blowjob-on-the-way-there type of affair.

“Sexy as fuck?” She gleamed at me with the most flirtatious smile, “I know.” She put a friendly hand on my tailored blazer.

We both had a laugh and gave each other a huge hug as her suspended breasts pushed forward into my body and i secretly died a thousand deaths. She squeezed my arms and I smiled at her warmly.

“You fill out this jacket well, Mr. Detwiler.” She said to me, and I gave her a theatrical body building routine which she pretended to be my photographer for. I gave her the purple corsage and she pinned on my boutonniére.

After pictures and goodbyes we were back in my refurbished Bronco and off on our way to dinner.

Bridget was in an amazing mood. We both were. There was something to be said about a friendship this close. We were eating at this Italian spot that Bridget had recommended.

It was the type of restaurant that fills only one room of space with fifteen or so spread out tables. Bridget and I were led to one of the window seats that fit against the front corner on an L shaped cushion bench. We sat adjacent to each other, our legs barely grazing in the below the the tablecloth.

Dinner was amazing. We were thick as thieves. Cracking up all night long. I noticed that she seemed to be getting closer to me throughout the night.

Her leg pressed up against mine under the table and I was trying to keep my cool. Bridget was the type of girl that always seemed like she could be flirting because we were just becoming so close, and she was so friendly in that turgutreis escort way. I had to be careful to remember who we were, and to make no assumptions based on the generally frivolous mood the night.

And then something very unexpected happened.

We were back in my Bronco on the way to the dance. It was around 9:00 PM. She had sidled over next to me on the bench seat of my old SUV. I blasted our favorite playlist and rolled down the windows. It was an unseasonably warm night out for March in a mountain town.

“Ya know what Jackson? I know we’re only going to Prom as friends, but I feel like we deserve to indulge in all the traditions…don’t you?” Her hand slid over the top of my right leg to massage the inside of my thigh. I gulped and looked down at her on my shoulder as her fingers traced the inner seem of my slacks.

All I could do was smile at her with a confused eyebrow. Was this really happening?

“Eyes on the road, Mr. Detwiler,” and she slowly worked her hand up to my belt and zipper to undo them. My cock was harder than jail time. She fished out my absolutely bulging seven inches of glory and began to give me the most teasing blowjob of my life.

We were 20 minutes away from the dance, which was being held at a ski resort. I drove slower than I needed to. She knew that. We were both quite focused on our tasks now.

“MMmmmmm, I always wondered how big you were. What a sexy fucking cock this is,” and like that she had disappeared down my body, and the hot, wet breath of her mouth was soon licking up the side of my tool, as she jacked me softly against her lips.

She engulfed my cock as I drove, trying my best to maintain my speed in the slow lane.

I wasn’t going to last long. Her perfect lips bobbing on my sensitive glans. Her soft hair bouncing in my lap. Bridget sucked cock better than any girl I’d ever had suck my cock. She bobbed on me and I never felt a single bit of teeth. She also suctioned tighter to me than I’d ever had before. Everything felt so soft and so good and it was only about five minutes in that I told her I was going to cum.

She never stopped. Her head continued it’s torturously good up and down motion, as her tongue swirled my head like an ice cream cone on each pass.

“I’m cummmming fuckkkk, Bridgettttt!!” I moaned. And she gulped and licked and gulped and licked. She stayed on my cock, long after the shudders had slowed down, as she slowly came up with a satisfied pop of her lips.

I watched her push a drop of cum on her lips into the corner of her mouth and smile at me.

“Mmmm, that is a delicious cock,” she mewed, and I died all over again.

“Holy shit! Where did that come from? I mean I’m not complaining but…wow!” I was smitten. She had completely drained me. She looked so sexy there next to me, her face covered in my juices and sweat. She’d already started to readjust her makeup in the car. I was wondering why she’d brought such a large makeup bag. Wow. She’d known she was going to do that probably.

“Welll…if I’m being verrrry honest with you…I think I’ve kinda had a small crush on you ever since we first met.” She said, and my heart grew a couple of sizes when she said that. She was applying fresh lipstick and had her face pressed forward into the passenger side visor mirror as she steadied herself.

“Damn…I had no clue. Obviously you’ve probably already figured out that I feel the same way,” I said back, in a slightly less smooth way.

“I know Jackson. You’ve been an amazing friend these last few months…but your eyes also undress me every time you see me,” she stopped to look at me with a little sass.

“Guilty. Yeah…I’m sorry…you’re like the hottest girl I’ve ever been close with. I just figured you wanted to keep it as friends,” I said, feeling a little silly at how obvious I’d probably been.

“I don’t think I knew quite what to do with you…I think the moment I put on this dress…I knew I was going to be fucking you on prom night,” she said, and my heartbeat started going even faster.

“Oh yeah?” I said with the dumbest smile.

“Yeah silly, but first let’s go dance our asses off and make the popular crowd jealous.”

We had so much fun that night. We did all the things. Pictures. Talking to friends. Sneaking a flask into a dark corner. Saying hello to teacher’s working as dance proctors.

We didn’t rush it, even though we both knew where the night was headed. When we did finally walk out into the crisp night air, the sweat started to dry on our bodies. We had truly gone all out. We weren’t worried about how we looked. The night was all about us and one else.

She hung onto my arm as we walked. My teenage heart was bursting out of my chest.

We got in the car and drove to a lookout point that everyone in the town knew. There were seven cars parked in a line with all the city shining back. I never thought I’d ever be sitting bodrum escort in my car next to Bridget-fucking-Ramirez in a dress that made my cock hard from a mile away. She was breathtaking.

When we pulled up to the spot, she turned up the radio and jumped onto my lap. We began to make out immediately. She wanted me bad. I could feel her urgency. I turned the engine off and the lights went out other than the radio, which was set at just the right volume for car fun as her Spotify playlist set the downbeat.

She fished my cock out of my pants and I went to grab a condom from my wallet. She grabbed it from me and ripped it open with her teeth as her hand was jacking me off. She quickly worked it down my cock with experienced ease. Neither of us were virgins, though I hadn’t really gotten much out of her about her sex life, or kinks for that matter. We’d only been friends for a few months. Some things, naturally, came later on.

When she’d gotten the condom rolled onto my boner, she pulled to ensure the little space at the tip, she jacked me in her hand for a few seconds longer and admired the throbbing size in her grip. The thin condom was barely noticeable as she touched me. She kept biting her bottom lip and arching her neck.

“Take my panties off,” she said, as she leaned back on my steering wheel, spreading her legs up towards me. Her red-bottomed, all-black heels were pressed against my seat, holding my chest in place. Her entire outfit was a sexual mood. I pushed the seat all the way back which gave us enough room for our current position. (Yes…I have a sliding, front bench seat. My Dad and I were car fanatics and had decked out this car together over the last four years in the garage.) She mewled when I did that.

I pulled the short skirt up her legs and could already see her ridiculously sexy lingerie panties. She’d clearly known she was going to be doing all of this tonight. They were crotchless, and had four strings running down which attached the waist and small triangle at the bottom, as the string disappeared between her cheeks. Her pussy was perfect, and of course she shaved. She even had one of those little tanning hearts that girls often got. She just looked like sex.

I pulled the strings open, and just like that she was sitting forward on my cock. She impaled me inside of her as her own gushy wetness made her very ready. She groaned loudly at my impressive length and I enjoyed every second of my best friend’s crazy hot pussy for the very first time.

“Jacccckkksoonnnnnnn, fuckkkkkkkk!” She loved my cock. She squeezed me with her vaginal muscles and shook on top of me with a zing of all-over pleasure.

We steamed up that car like the hyper-horny 18-year-olds we were, for the next twenty minutes. I was impressed with how long I lasted. She really had emptied me with her mouth earlier that night from the surprise road head.

“Bridge…I’m close…” I told her, as she ground herself in delicious up-and-down circles on me. She was wetter than any girl I’d ever been with, not that I was any sort of sexual poet laureate as of yet.

Her skilled pussy seemed to be milking me through those final bounces on my cock. She undid the straps of her dress to reveal a sheer, frilled black bra, barely holding her erect nipples and C breasts. Her dark brown hair falling over her gorgeous chest looked like an avalanche of pin-up candy. I could see her hard nipples peaking through the sexy design.

She pulled her boobs out and squeezed my hands against them as I moaned into her.

“I’mmmm cummminggggg!” My cock blew up inside the condom and she rode me hard through my second ejaculation, squeezing my tool with her pussy.

“Fuckkk I’m gonna cummm too baby, don’t stoppp!” She achingly moaned, and I felt her body shudder all over as she bucked like a bronco on my hips with immaculate passion. I did my best to ram my hips upward to fill her fully through her orgasm. She came with a gigantic intensity that sucked me into its heat.

My hands loosened their grip on her perfectly perky breasts. She was so damned hot and I had just cum harder than I could remember ever cumming.

She kissed me and we made out softly for about five minutes, just enjoying the feel of being connected like that. My cock was still hard inside of her. She felt so good. She felt like young pussy that would be tight for years.

“Mmmm I am SOOO glad you have a good cock,” she had her hands around my neck playing with the tufts of my hair. “I was SO hoping you would.”

“MMMhmmm. Well you’re very welcome,” I said, in my own cocky way.

“We’re not done,” she countered, as a sultry tone returned to her voice. I was so obsessed with this girl.

She pulled her pussy off of my cock and I looked down with a sudden gasp. My still rock hard penis was sticking nakedly through the obliterated condom, cum coating just about everything.

“OHHH!” Bridget noticed now, and she paused and then started to laugh. I was mortified. I’d never had a condom break, and I had cum a ton. “That’s pretty funny,” she said, biting a finger. I didn’t quite see the humor that she did. I cocked my head.

“It is??” I asked, confused.

“Yes. Babe. We’re totally fine. I’m on birth control. I don’t have any STD’s. Do you?” she was so damned cute and unstressed by the world.

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Colin was a smart guy. He was taking his Master’s degree in physics during the time in which this story is set. He had dark brown hair that was thick and tickled his emerald eyes from underneath his black-rimmed glasses. He did not have a particularly muscular build, yet he was not fat. Sort of, average, in a way. He lived in a two-bedroom apartment building with his best friend and colleague, Martin. Across the corridor from their room lived their friend, Ella. Ella had deep blue eyes and dark ginger hair, which usually hung down a little past her shoulders. Colin never really thought of Ella as a potential lover, just a close friend. Maybe a metaphorical sister. She wasn’t overly smart, anyways. She was a talented musician, being able to play piano, flute and violin. Obviously not simultaneously, but she was very talented in all three. As far as he knew, she was still a virgin. As was he and Martin.

Colin was, by definition, a nerd. A geek, dweeb, boffin, whatever you may want to call him. Martin shared that personality. Colin had a Star Wars bedspread and pyjamas with rockets on them. He had a healthy fictional sword collection, including Orcrist from The Hobbit, the Master Sword from the Legend of Zelda, and countless others. bodrum escort bayan He had the Razer Blade, the world’s best gaming laptop. On his desk he had a plethora of figurines. Some from Star Trek, others from Godzilla or Pokemon. He had a Dungeons and Dragons board game in one of his drawers. Colin possessed an array of crap that only his kind would appreciate. As you can imagine, girls did not find this massively attractive.

Neither Colin nor Martin have ever had a girlfriend, or even been on a date for that matter. Ella has had a couple of shots throughout her lifetime. She was 23, turning 24 in July. Colin and Martin were both 26, Martin older by a couple of months. Colin’s mother died to cancer in 2001, and Colin’s father is working hard as a cold storage worker. Colin has two sisters, Anna and Danielle, Anna being 24 and Danielle four years older. Colin also has a younger brother, who is in his penultimate year of high school. None of his family turned out as successful as Colin.

It was a normal British day. Sun’s out, but the temperature doesn’t agree. Martin drove Colin to Oxford University, where they both are studying. Colin doesn’t drive. And he’s not planning to gümüşlük escort learn how to any time soon, either. Anyways, Martin’s silver Lexus rolled down several roads. Then Colin struck up conversation. And it wasn’t for the best.

“Do you like Ella?” he asked, rather unsensitively. The car jerked slightly as Martin took in the question.

“What kind of a question is that?” Martin asked.

“A good one.”

“No, I don’t. I’ve never really considered her that way,” Martin replied, knowing there was no point in arguing with Colin, for he would simply end up getting a lecture about why men have nipples or something. Colin always ends up teaching him something.

As they pulled into Martin’s designated space, the pair saw floods of students pouring into the university doors, with bags on and books in hand. Colin caught a glimpse of Ella, carrying her violin case. She looked straight back, smiled, waved, until she was swept away with the crowd. Colin and Martin caught up with Steven, their good friend. Everyone knows that Steven has the hots for Ella. It’s common knowledge. The only person that doesn’t know is Ella herself.

“What up, dudes?” Steven mumcular escort said, making an odd ‘U’ shape with his hands.

“Fine thank you, Steven. And don’t do that,” Colin replied, making the stupid grin on Steven’s face shrink ever so slightly. Steven was 24 and was a very serious chemistry student. Outside the classroom, however, he was a bit of a dickhead. He thinks he is just the coolest guy in history and all the ‘chicks’ ‘dig’ him, quote unquote. Instead, he is a colossal pervert. Plus he thinks he has got it in with Ella.

After class, Colin and his classmates were told that next week were the exams. Colin and Martin both knew they had the Master’s in the bag. As they got in the car to go home, Ella came running up. Colin could see Steven staring wide-eyed at Ella’s ass as she ran. Colin just rolled his eyes and paid attention to what Ella had to say.

“Guys, can I get a lift home, please? I really, really can’t be arsed to walk home from here,” she pleaded.

“Do you hum?” Colin asked.

“No.”

Do you make any kind of annoying noise?”

“No.”

“Do you make radio requests?”

“Nope.”

“Then welcome aboard, shipmate!” Colin smiled as Ella clambered into the car.

Once they were back at the apartment, Colin and Martin immediately grabbed their laptops and logged into Star Wars: Old Republic. They Skyped Steven and he played, too. They were playing for four hours when Ella opened the door. She saw them gaming and approached Martin, for Colin would probably break her neck with something if she interrupted him.

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[Refresher: Zach and Nicki are high school seniors stumbling their way through the wonders of sex with the aid of Nicki’s mother, Mandy who is using her supposed good intentions to support her own sexual desires for Zach’s ten inch fat cock. Chapter 4 ended as Nicki has completed her planned seduction of Zach’s father, Mike. She justifies her actions as a payback for his part in the unsanctioned trysts with her mom, Mandy.]

*****

After seducing Zach’s dad she had started for home but then realized she didn’t want to go home. She drove around lost in thought. She was amazed at how easy it was to seduce Mike. She had planned the entire encounter with Mike as a payback to Zach. He had, after all, had several sexual encounters with her mother. She felt bad that it wasn’t all Zach’s fault. He could have said no though. She envisioned any man saying no to her mother if she was throwing herself at him. She decided that it would never happen. Even Mike couldn’t say no to her this morning. Were all men like that. She didn’t know. Nicki had justified what she did to Mike. She wanted Zach back but she couldn’t figure out how her actions today had helped her gain that objective. It seemed so clear before. Not so much now.

Nicki thought and drove for an hour and decided she was ‘thought out’ and she drove home. When she walked into the foyer, Mandy was there dusting the furniture. Nicki knew that that was her job. She said, “Sorry Mom, let me get into some work clothes and do that.” She turned and headed up the stairs.

Mandy stood there and watched her go up the stairs and there it was. Looking up through the balusters she could see that Nicki had no panties on. Mandy could smell sex in the air too. She decided that given their current state of war she wouldn’t say anything to her.

Mandy heard Nicki’s shower come on. A few minutes later Nicki came bounding down the stair. She always sounded like a dozen elephants going up and down the stairs. She was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. She noted that it was Zach’s tee-shirt which hung like a sack off her. Mandy smiled and thought, ‘that’s a good sign. Maybe she and Zach got back together this morning and worked things out? That would explain the no panties and the sex smell.’

Nicki picked up the dusting cloth and went to work. Mandy noted that Nicki was humming as she worked. She thought how she always hummed whenever she had been thoroughly fucked. She smiled as she watched Nicki move through the room. She hoped that she and Nicki could talk their own issues out soon.

^^^^^

Sunday night I was home doing some homework. I had performed terribly at the meet which made me even more depressed than before. My life was so in the toilet. The phone rang and my dad answered it. They didn’t have a phone upstairs and when his dad yelled up the stairs that Nicki was on the phone, I got up so fast that the chair went flying. I flew down the stairs and grabbed the phone from my dad, who was holding it out with a huge grin on his face.

I gathered myself and said very calmly, “Hello. Oh hi Nicki. How have you been?” My dad was still standing there beside me grinning. When he saw my face staring at him he reluctantly moved away to the Living Room. I knew he was listening though. “Yeah? That’s good…Me too…Yeah! I would love to. When? Where?…OK. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll kill him if he doesn’t…OK. Friday night. 7:30 at Spagnola’s. Yeah. I can’t wait a whole week though. Can I see you this week?…When? How about in five minutes…Bummer. OK. Tomorrow at school? Where? We don’t have any classes together tomorrow… OK. After school at the gym…OK. Bye.”

My dad came out of the Living Room and said, “Is everything OK with Nicki?”

“I’m not sure. She asked us, as in you and me, to dinner Friday night at 7:30 at Spagnola’s Restaurant. I told her you would be there. She is going to meet me in the gym after school tomorrow. Maybe I can get some clarification then. She sounded different too. I don’t know what’s up but I’m going to do anything she asks.”

Zach walked back upstairs to work on his homework leaving Mike to contemplate Nicki’s request. ‘Crap,’ he thought. ‘What is this about? If not for what happened today he wouldn’t have a second thought. What is she up to?’ Mike walked upstairs to Zach’s room to tell him he was OK with Nicki’s plans for Friday night.

“Thanks Dad. I appreciate it,” I said. My dad seemed to hesitate for a moment. “What?” Nothing he said and went back down the stairs.

The next day at school, classes seemed to last forever. I didn’t care about any of them. I just wanted ‘after school’ to get here. When it finally arrived I nearly ran to the Gymnasium. It was a big complex consisting of two full basketball courts, an Olympic sized Swimming Pool with one and three meter diving boards and a raised stage for school plays and concerts. She didn’t say where she would meet me. I wasn’t taking any chances. I stood in the middle of the basketball bodrum escort courts and waited.

Twenty minutes later she walked in and headed toward me. I was so nervous as she walked up to me. She saw the anguish on my face. She smiled at me and I felt so much better. I smiled back but it was a little strained. She took my hand and led me toward stage right. She led me between the heavy curtains to the backstage. I admit I had never been back there before. It was very dark. Suddenly, she stopped and I ran into her. We stumbled in the dark. I flailed my arms to try to catch her if I knocked her down. We found each other again and she reached up searching for my face. I found her arm and helped her find what she was looking for.

Nicki said, “Zach. Give me your face. I held her hands to my face. She pulled my head down and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her hard in return. My eyes were getting accustomed to the dark and the light from the two exit signs became more than enough to see. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in the dim light but Nicki was standing in front of me totally naked. I didn’t care how she did it.

She was fumbling with my shirt buttons and I pushed her hands down and nearly ripped my shirt off. Nicki was now fumbling with my belt and button. I pushed her hands down again and quickly unbuckled and unbuttoned my jeans. Nicki had my zipper down and she was frantically pulling my pants down my legs. Pants and underwear came at the same time.

My cock was raging. Nicki could see it in the dim light and she went to her knees and jammed my cock in her mouth. “Oh Fuck. I’ve needed that,” I said quietly. The only sound from Nicki was “Mmmmppphhhh…Mmmmpppphhhh…Mmmmmmppphhh as she was throwing her head down my shaft. She gagged occasionally and she would come up for air, take a couple of breathes and go right back down again. “Oh fuck baby, I’ve missed you so bad.” She was busy and didn’t speak.

I pulled her head off my cock and she looked up at me with confusion on her face. I knelt and rolled down so my back was on the floor. She went right down on my cock again. I lifted her head again and she said, “What?”

“I would like to try ’69’, OK?” I said.

“What’s that?” she said. I guided her around on her knees and lifted one leg over my head so her knees were by my head. I maneuvered her arms so they straddled my hips. My cock was pointing straight up at her face and then she got it. I grabbed my jeans and pushed them under my head as a pillow and pushed my face into her crotch.

Nicki was soaking wet and vaginal juices flowed down the inside of her thighs into my ears. I attacked her pussy with an unbelievable urgency. Nicki was frantically bouncing her head up and down on my cock. “Mmmmmppph…Mmmpphh.” She didn’t gag as much in this position for some reason.

I was swirling my tongue around in Nicki’s pussy. I flicked my tongue on her clitoris every so often. She was pivoting her hips up and down to aid my attack. I was lifting my hips to aid hers.

Nicki knew she was so close to cumming. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it over close. She could feel her orgasm flooding in. Her body went rigid and she pulled back from my cock. Juices came flowing out of her pussy and ran down my cheeks to my neck. She groaned, “Uuuunnnnngggghhhh.” She pushed her shirt into her mouth to deaden any screams that she knew would be unavoidable.

She mumbled around the shirt, “OH FUCK…OH FUCK…UUNNNGGGGHHHH.” In spite of the huge quantity of her juices flowing into his mouth and down his face, he kept right on assaulting her pussy and clit. He began finger-fucking her with three fingers as his tongue flicked rapidly on her clit and again, “UUUUNNNNNGGGHHHH.” Another surge of fluids were pushed out.

I was trying really hard to not blow my load in her mouth. I wanted so bad to fuck her. I was so horny that I thought seriously about cumming in her mouth and then cumming again in her pussy. My contemplation became moot as I lost the battle with my balls as a stampede of cum surged up my cock and into her mouth.

Nicki took as much as she could handle which was two shots. She was gagging hard and had to pull her head up and off my cock. The third shot splattered somewhere close. I could feel the fallout. The fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh shots went wherever. I fleetingly thought about the mess I was making on the stage floor. I hoped the school didn’t have security cameras back here.

Nicki was gasping for air as was I. I had eased up on her pussy but I continued to flick her clit occasionally which sent a bolt of electricity up her body. When she had recovered, she collapsed to my side. My cock was in fact still hard as a steel pipe. She laid there on her side stroking me from base to tip. I collected myself and move around so I could kiss her mouth. She kissed me back as her hand had followed my reposition. As I moved down to get between her legs, her bitez escort hand slid off the tip.

She was looked down between her tits as I pushed my cock into her pussy. She groaned, “UUUNNNGGGHHH,” as I pushed into her. Her hand went to the top of her pussy and started stroking her clit and resting her fingers against my cock as it burrowed in and out of her. Her breathing increased again. So did mine. I was pumping hard and fast.

Nicki tilted her hips back to force my cock to fuck onto the top of her vagina. She had remembered the incredibly intense orgasm she had when I fucked her ‘g-spot’. She was trying to duplicate it. It seemed to be working because she began frantically throwing her head from side to side as “AHHH…AHHHH…AHHH’s” started emanating from her mouth. She shoved her shirt into her mouth again to muffle the sounds. “UUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH,” erupted from her throat as her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. She released it and spasms rocked through her. I felt a tremendous pressure building up in her pussy pushing me out of her.

‘Awww-Oh,’ I thought. ‘She’s going to squirt again.’

Nicki screamed around her shirt and fired her hips upward and just as quickly back down. She had succeeded in bucking me off and just as I was expecting, a fire hose of liquid erupted from her pussy. I was amazed at the pressure, the amount and the distance. I was already soaked beyond soaked. If I had just jumped in the swimming pool I wouldn’t have been wetter. I moved off to the side to watch. I was fascinated by this biological phenomenon. ‘Holy Shit,’ look at that.

Nicki was still screaming into her shirt as gusher after gusher launched from her. The stream was five feet in the air and landed eight feet away. The stage was covered in a puddle three feet wide for the distance. Nicki was pulling her clit up with one finger. Depending on some random position of her hand, her squirt changed from a steady narrow stream to a wide spray. The spray contributed to the width and the stream contributed to the distance.

Neither Nicki nor I could give a shit less about the mess we made on the stage that afternoon. Someone would clean it up and probably not even have any idea of what it was. I moved up to cradle her in my arms. It was like she was in a coma. Her breathing had settled down fast but her body seemed to vibrate for a long time. She couldn’t touch her clit anymore. It was just too sensitive. I held her close and ran my finger through her long blonde hair. One arm was across her chest and she had both hands grabbed onto it to steady herself.

It was fortunate that our clothes were out of the way and had not got drenched. I collected her clothes and held her up so she could get into them. Her legs were soaked but the rest of her body had survived the drenching. I pulled my clothes over my soaked by drying body. I pulled her to me and hugged her close to me. Her head was tight to my chest with my chin on the top of her head.

Nicki hadn’t said much since she led me up on stage and she wasn’t saying anything now. She just held my hug. Finally, I said, “Nicki, are you OK?” She just nodded. “You seem down.” She just nodded again. “Are we OK again?” She nodded again. “Can we go somewhere and talk? We really need to talk.” She nodded again as she lifted her head to kiss me.

I checked the back door to the stage to make sure no one was there and signaled for her to go. I left a minute later. We met at her car in the gym parking lot. My car was in a different lot on the other side of the school. As I walked up to Nicki, she stepped into me and kissed me hard on the lips. I’d wanted this for more than a week. We squirmed our mouths all over each other’s faces and necks.

Nicki pulled her head down and pulled it to my chest with her arms around my back. She said, “Oh Zach. I’ve missed this awful. I’ve had some things to work through. Let’s go to my house and work what’s left out with my mom. I’m still not talking to her. I want to see what she has to say for herself.”

I said, “That’s fine with me. I want my girlfriend back. Can you drive me over to my car and I will follow you there.”

We walked through the front door hand in hand like ‘the old days’. Nicki immediately yelled, “Mom. Are you home?” We listened but there was no answer. Way off in the distance I could hear water running.

“It sounds like she may be taking a shower.” Nicki, with her hand still in mine, pulled me to the stairs as we climbed to the second floor. She didn’t hesitate. She moved quickly down the hall and without even knocking pushed Mandy’s bedroom door open and we walked in just as the shower shut off. The bathroom door was closed.

We sat on the bed and were waiting, I guess. I was uncomfortable with this but there was no way I was going to suggest another approach to Nicki. She decided that her mother’s bedroom would be battleground central. We waited.

When the bathroom bodrum merkez escort door opened, Mandy casually walked into her bedroom naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. A white towel was wrapped around her head which framed her beautiful face. As always, she was absolutely gorgeous. My cock jumped as her nipples hardened. She just stood there dumbfounded looking at Nicki and then me. Mandy saw my cock jump in my pants and she involuntarily curled her lower lip up so she could lightly bite down on it. I had seen her do that every time we got together. My cock jumped again as those memories flashed through my mind.

Nicki said, “Mom, we need to talk about what you and Zach did to me.”

Mandy didn’t even try to cover herself up. “That’s all I’ve wanted to do all last week, but I guess you weren’t ready. I have been very upset that we have this rift between us. You mean the entire world to me. This past week has ripped me in two.” She sat down on the bed. “Can I put some clothes on or not?”

Nicki burst out, “No. I want you vulnerable.”

Mandy was taken aback by Nicki’s venom and simple said. “OK. That’s fine. Who should start?”

^^^^^

“Mom, I know you have helped Zach and I get through the absolute, total confusion of sex. I appreciate it. It was certainly not normal for you to be involved like you have been. I know I have been complicit in your participation in our ‘lessons’,” as she gave air quotes with both hands, “But, you went way past acceptable when you seduced Zach in the Living Room. I know I watched most of it and I admit it made me very horny. I admit I couldn’t move to stop you or even leave. That’s on me and I accept that. But, when you intentionally deceived me to sneak into the men’s room at the beach to seduce Zach again and gave him another blowjob, you crossed the line with me. I don’t understand how you could do that to me?” Nicki burst into tears as she spoke her last sentence.

When Nicki had her tears under control again, she turned to me and said, “Zach. I was furious with you that you didn’t object to my mother’s advances. Both in the Living Room and then when you told me about the blowjob at the beach I hated you at that moment. There was no reason I could think of that you wouldn’t object then and turn her away. I couldn’t understand it. So, I did a little research to help me understand how this all happened. How my own mother could intentionally deceive me and my boyfriend, my love, could…could consciously decide to disregard our love even for those short minutes. How could both of you lie to me and act like everything was the same?”

Nicki stood up and started paced around the room. Mandy and I both watched her intently. Neither of us knew if it was our turn to say something. Finally, after two circuits around the room, Nicki continued, “I know that I don’t understand how a boy’s…or man’s brain works. I’ve never understood. I like some of the differences and don’t like others. Since I could only identify mom’s actions as seduction, I looked up the word in the dictionary. It read, ‘to persuade to engage in sexual intercourse; and to lead astray as from the right direction; and to win over, to attract, to lure.’

Mandy and I were both intently listening to Nicki as she walked back and forth in front of us. Her arms and hands were animated as she paced. “These definitions imply that this was all on you, mom. You seduced Zach. You used your beauty to win Zach over and lead him away from the right decision.

I heard those words and thought, ‘good for me, bad for her mom.’ Mandy tried to interject something to this one sided conversation but Nick cut her off with a furious look. Mandy’s words trailed off and stopped. She looked down at her hands.

Nicki continued, “The definition aside I still couldn’t understand why you Zach just didn’t say no. It should have been so easy. I thought, maybe it’s the difference between men and women. I couldn’t even imagine myself dropping to the floor and giving some guy on the street a blowjob just because it was dangling out of his pants. How can the stronger sex be so weak and compliant to the will of an attractive woman? Hell, maybe the woman doesn’t even have to be attractive. Any port in the storm?

I thought, ‘Oh crap, this is coming back to me again.’

“So, I did some more research to determine if this complete willingness to fall prey to the seduction of a woman and then cover it up is a boy thing or a male thing. You know what I discovered? From my simple experiment I discovered that any man, boy or grown man can’t seem to object to the wanton seduction of a woman, at least an attractive woman. I had no way of conducting a thorough experiment with unattractive women and my male sample was limited.”

I wasn’t sure what the experiment was about but it sounded like I was exonerated as just being a man who is physically unable to fend off the wiles of a woman when she wants sex. From my experiences, I could go along with that. I would only later reflect back on the ‘experiment’ with more clarity.

Nicki sat down beside her mother and pulled Mandy’s fidgeting hands to hers. Mandy looked up to Nicki’s eyes. Mandy’s eyes were full to the brim with tears, but she wasn’t crying. Nicki had stopped talking and Mandy knew it was her turn.

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Note from the author: This is a continuation of another story. Although it can be read on its own you might want to read the first one in order to get the entire picture if you haven’t already.

Travis woke Saturday morning to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of water filling the bathtub. As he started to get out of bed, aching pain assaulted his body. His jaw, hips and ass were sorer than he could ever remember. That’s when it all came crashing back to him. At first, he thought it was a dream, but the pain in his body and the dried cum that was caked all over him reminded Travis that what had happen was no dream. His wife had actually tied him to the bed, and she and another man had fucked the shit out of him and each other. The jealousy and anger welled up inside him again, as he remembered the events of the night before. Adrian, his wife, had left him bound to the bed for about an hour, while she and David fucked in the living room and then again in the front yard on the hood of his car before David finally left. Afterwards, she came back into the bedroom and made him use his mouth to clean her and David’s cum from her body. With these memories raging though his mind, Travis got up and made his way to the kitchen his body protesting the whole way.

Adrian had gotten up before Travis. She decided to make him his favorite breakfast and run him a hot bath. She knew Travis had to be pretty sore and he hadn’t cleaned himself off before he went to sleep last night, so he’d probably be feeling pretty nasty. When he was finally able to go to sleep, he was covered in cum and he had slept in a huge wet spot. Travis had been so exhausted he wouldn’t even let her change the sheets or anything. Travis had made it clear to her that he was upset about something. She wasn’t exactly sure what he was unhappy about, but she figured it was probably that she had fucked David two more times after she had left him in the bedroom to walk David to his car.

Travis walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the site of his wife wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and one of his white wifebeater style tanks tops stretched over her ample body. Travis had always liked the way she looked when she dressed this way. The tank tops would be pulled so tight across her body that you could clearly see her nipples right through the fabric, and when she wore sweatpants first thing in the morning or right after sex she generally didn’t have any underwear on beneath them. That was not the case this morning though. He knew that she was doing these things because she knew he had been upset when they went to sleep the night before, and she wanted to keep him from being upset with her. It wasn’t going to work this time though. He was pretty upset about some of the things that happened last night, but he knew they were partially his fault too. After all, he had told her they were his fantasies in the first place. Things had been fine until she left him tied to the bed for an hour while she fucked David in the living room and front yard. That was what really bothered him. Travis knew he had to decide whether it was ok with him for Adrian to be with other men or if it bothered him. He decided he would discuss it with her after he got cleaned up and ate some breakfast.

Adrian turned to get something and saw Travis standing naked in the kitchen doorway still covered in dried cum from the previous night with a look of deep thought on his face as he stared at her. “Good morning baby. How are you feeling this morning?” Adrian asked. She soon regretted asking that question as it left her lips.

“Sore,” was all Travis said in reply.

“Well, I started a hot bath for you. Why don’t you go soak while I finish making breakfast for us?” Adrian suggested.

Travis didn’t say anything he just went to the bathroom and got in to the bathtub. He turned on the whirlpool jets and just let them massage his aching body as he cleaned the filth from the previous night off his body.

As he sat in the tub soaking, Travis thought about the events of last night. By the time he got out and dried himself off, he decided that he wasn’t mad at his wife anymore, but, if they were going to be playing anymore of these games, they would have to talk about what happened first. A short time later, Travis was in the kitchen eating breakfast with his wife. After they had finished, they sat at the table and talked about what they had done the night before. Travis explained to Adrian how he felt about everything and she in turn told him that she had only done it in the first place because she thought it would make him happy. Adrian also told him that she had enjoyed it far more than she had thought she would, but she also assured Travis that he was her one and only love and no one would ever be able to take that from him. They both agreed that they had fun for the most part even though Travis wasn’t happy about what happened towards the end, but then again he was the submissive and it wasn’t up to him.

“Well, do you want to be my sex slave?” Adrian asked. “Before you answer that, I want you to know that anytime you’re wearing my collar you’re mine to do with özbek escort as I please, and I may do as I please with anyone I please. And, when you aren’t wearing the collar things will be totally normal between us.”

Travis thought about that for a few minutes before he said anything. After all, it would be a huge commitment to be under someone else’s total control like that. “Alright,” he agreed. “But what if I don’t like what’s happening?” Travis asked.

“Well unless you are gagged, you’ll have a safeword to stop things. Otherwise, you’ll just have to endure it and talk to me about it afterwards,” Adrian told him.

“Well you know my absolute limits. Will you respect those?” Travis asked.

“Of course honey. No blood, scarring permanent marks or injury. No drugs and nothing that would get either of us arrested. And if anything else comes up that you feel you wouldn’t want to be involved in under any circumstances, you just tell me and we’ll add it to the list. Sound fair?” Adrian replied.

“Yeah. I can live with that.” Travis agreed.

“Good. Then it’s settled,” Adrian said with a decisively wicked grin on her face that gave Travis a slight shiver up his back.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened for the next couple of weeks until Adrian called Travis on her way home, “Hey honey. I’m on my way home now. I have something special planned for tonight. I want you to get yourself ready. You better have your harness and collar on by the time I get there.”

“Yes Mistress,” was Travis’ only reply.

About twenty minutes later, Adrian pulled into the driveway with a special surprise in store for Travis. As she got out of the car, her friend Clara pulled up behind her. Clara looked beautiful as always. She stood five foot seven and weighed about one hundred and seventy pounds. Her breasts were a nice 36C, and she had brown eyes and had her hair-dyed blonde. Clara was slightly overweight, but it gave her what some people would call sexy curves. Clara was different from most of Adrian’s friends in that she loved sex and wasn’t shy about saying so. Most of their friends were pretty vanilla when it came to sex, but Clara had a real wild side to her.

After the talk she had with Travis a few weeks ago, Adrian had decided to approach Clara with the prospect of a threesome with her and Travis. It took Adrian the better part of the last two weeks to figure out how to approach Clara and then to actually work up the nerve to ask her.

Adrian had finally decided to just talk to Clara about it over lunch. They had agreed to have lunch Wednesday. Adrian brought Clara to a little restaurant she knew of that would give her and Clara a little privacy for what Adrian wanted to discuss. After they ordered, Adrian finally made her move, “Clara what do think about BDSM?”

“I think it’s pretty wild. I really get into it, but Rodger doesn’t like it very much so I don’t get to do it very often.” Clara replied.

“Why doesn’t he like it?” Adrian asked.

“Well he likes to be in charge. And when it comes to BDSM, I’m dominant. I can be submissive from time to time but I don’t enjoy it even half as much as I do when I get the chance to be in charge. Plus, Rodger is pretty vanilla when it comes to sex.” Clara told her.

“What do mean by vanilla?” Adrian asked.

“You know the basic positions, missionary, doggy, and me riding him. He likes me to blow him, but he’s not big on going down on me.” Clara answered.

“Wow! As much as you like sex I never thought you’d be married to someone who didn’t get into it as much as you do.” Adrian said.

“Yeah well, that’s what affairs are for,” Clara said bluntly.

Adrian was shocked to hear her friend practically admit that she had cheated on her husband. “You mean you’ve cheated on Rodger?”

“I don’t tell very many people, but yeah I have,” Clara confided.

“How many times? And how many guys have you been with?” Adrian asked still somewhat shocked.

“Well in the five years we’ve been married, I have slept with about twenty or so guys, and a few women here and there.” Clara answered.

“You have had sex with another woman?” Adrian asked in shock.

“Yeah, more than one actually. It’s pretty fun to tell the truth,” Clara replied

Adrian saw her chance and went for it, “Have you ever done a threesome?”

“No, not yet. Have you?” Clara asked.

“Yeah Trav and I did one a couple of weeks ago,” Adrian confessed.

“Really?” Clara asked in total shock.

“Yeah, really,” Adrian answered.” Anyways, I was wondering if you’d like to get together with me and Travis later this week for one?”

“Are you serious?” Clara asked in stark disbelief.

“I’m very serious,” Adrian assured her.

Clara thought about it for a moment, “Yeah, I’d love to.”

“Well, there’s something you need to know first. When Travis and I do this kind of thing, it’s with him as my sex slave. Whatever I say goes and whoever joins us also needs to be able to dominate him to,” Adrian told her.

“Awesome!” Clare said with a wicked grin.

The azeri escort two women quickly worked out the rest of the details and anxiously waited for Friday evening to come. Clara had told her husband she was going over Adrian’s house for a little while after work and wasn’t sure when she’d be home, but if he needed her he could reach her there.

They had both waited for the weekend to come it seemed to take forever and come too soon all at the same time and now it was here. Clara followed Adrian into her house.

“You can use the guest room to take a shower and get changed while I check on Trav,” Adrian told Clara.

“Okay cool.” Clara replied as she walked towards the guest room. Clara knew the way since she had visited Adrian and Travis many times before.

When Adrian went in to the bedroom to check on her husband, she was pleased to see that he was on all fours in the center of their bed wearing his leather harness. She remembered buying him the harness months ago. It had straps going over each shoulder, under each arm, around his waist and even one that when between his ass cheeks like a G-string. The straps met at one ring centered on his chest another just below his navel and two corresponding rings on his back. The G-string strap and a short strap coming from the navel connecting ring attached to a metal cockring that always kept Travis hard once he was initially aroused. He was also wearing leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles.

Adrian walked around the bed to her nightstand and took a leather collar out of her drawer. She leaned over the bed and secured the collar around Travis’ neck. The collar was made of thick black leather two inches wide with three thick metal D-rings attached to it at various points for use with a leash or for bondage uses.

“Now, my sweet little slut, I brought a friend home with me. I want you to obey her and pleasure her as you would me,” Adrian informed Travis.

“Yes Mistress, it’s my pleasure to serve you,” Travis responded.

“Good, now I must get ready for our night myself. Turn over on your back and bring your knees to your chest,” Adrian told him.

“Yes Mistress,” Travis said before he quickly rolled on to his back and brought his knees to his chest as ordered.

Adrian took to double-ended metal clips out of her nightstand drawer and used them to connect the D-rings of Travis’ wrist and ankle cuffs. With his right wrist attached to his right ankle and his left wrist similarly attached to his left ankle, Travis’ movement was severely limited while leaving him open and vulnerable. Adrian stepped back and looked at her husband now turned slave and smiled with pleasure. Tonight’s gonna be fun, Adrian thought before she left the bedroom for the master bathroom to get ready for what was to come.

Once she was in the guest bathroom, Clara quickly stripped out of her work clothes and showered as fast as she could. Clara was anxious and excited about what was going to happen tonight. Travis wasn’t her idea of a stud but she did think he was pretty cute, and if he was really as kinky as Adrian said, then she knew they’d all have a good time. Clara could feel her pussy getting wet just thinking about it. After she got out of the shower and dried off, Clara went into the bag she had brought with her and pulled out her sexy new dominatrix outfit. As soon as she saw the outfit in the store, Clara knew it was for her. It was made out of red leather and had crisscrossing straps that went up from her waist to her breasts in a diamond pattern where they went around her breasts. Two removable cups covered her breasts and the bottom of the outfit was a removable thong. Last but not least, Clara pulled on a pair of matching red leather thigh high boots with spiked heels. She had also bought a few other things she couldn’t wait to try out a little later. Once she was in her outfit, Clara put her works clothes in her bag and went to meet Adrian in the living room.

Once she was in the bathroom, Adrian quickly undressed and showered. As soon as she was done, she quickly dressed in her new dominatrix outfit that she had bought when she was shopping with Clara. Adrian had found a black leather push-up corset with metal buckles that ran up the front. The corset left her breasts exposed. It gave her a slimmer waist and pushed up her breasts making them look larger. Adrian had also bought a black leather crotchless thong to go with the corset and a pair of stiletto heels with straps that crisscrossed up her calves finished off Adrian’s outfit. Once Adrian had her outfit on, she threw her work clothes in the hamper and took her little bag of surprises with her to meet Clara in the living room.

Clara was the first one to be in the living room, so she was relaxing on the sofa when Adrian walked in. Both women took each other in and they were both impressed with how the other looked. “Daamn girl, you look good,” Adrian said as she saw Clara sitting on the couch. “Thanks, you look pretty damn hot yourself,” Clara replied.

“Okay, let’s get going. Just remember the rules, no blood, scat or anything türkmen escort that will cause scarring or serious injury,” Adrian said.

“No problem. I’m ready to go when you are,” Clara replied.

“Alright, let’s go,” Adrian said as she led the way to her bedroom where Travis was bound and waiting.

As Adrian and Clara walked into the bedroom, Travis’ eyes went wide with surprise at seeing one of his wife’s close friends with her, but, when he saw how both women were dressed, his dick grew instantly hard.

“Well well, looks like the little slut likes what he sees,” Clara said derisively.

“You can’t really blame him though Clara dear, we do look incredibly sexy tonight,” Adrian replied equally as derisive.

Adrian turned to Clara and gave her a passionate French kiss. Clara was slightly startled for a second that Adrian was kissing her, but she quickly got over her surprise and enthusiastically retuned Adrian’s kiss. Adrian broke their kiss and turned to face Travis. “Mmm, tonight is definitely going to be fun,” Adrian said with a wicked grin. “What do you think of Clara in her new outfit?” Adrian asked Travis.

“She looks incredible Mistress,” Travis replied.

As Adrian was speaking to Travis, Clara moved so that she was standing behind her where she reached around Adrian’s body and caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. “Mmm, that feels good,” Adrian moaned softly as she ground her ass against Clara’s thighs. “Slut, you will obey and pleasure Clara as you would me. You will do anything and everything she commands unless I say otherwise. She knows our rules and will not break them,” Adrian said sternly. “Is that clear?” she asked equally as sternly.

“Yes Mistress,” Travis responded obediently.

“You are to Address her as Mistress Clara whenever she gives you a command.”

“Yes Mistress,” Travis replied.

“Good. Now we can get started,” Adrian said before bent down and pulled a strap-on dildo and harness out of her bag. “Would you mind helping me put this on?” Adrian said looking over her shoulder at Clara.

“My pleasure,” Clara responded as she reached around Adrian’s body once again this time taking the straps of the dildo’s harness and securing them around Adrian’s waist.

Adrian then climbed on the bed and crawled between Travis’ legs. “Clara would you hand me the K-Y from the nightstand please?” Adrian asked.

Without saying anything, Clara walked to the nightstand where she picked up the tube of K-Y jelly and handed it to Adrian. Adrian squeezed and liberal amount of the lubricant into her hand before working first one, then two fingers into Travis’ asshole.

“Ugh,” Travis moaned quietly at the penetration.

Once she felt Travis’ hole was sufficiently lubricated, Adrian took her fingers out of his ass and squeezed some more lube into her palm and coated the dildo that was attached between her legs liberally with it. When she was done, Adrian leaned forward until the head of the fake cock was pressed against the opening of her husband’s ass. Adrian could feel Travis body tense slightly in expectation of what was about to happen.

“AAAARRRGHH!” Travis screamed out in pain as Adrian rammed the fake cock deep inside him until her hips collided with his ass.

Adrian slowly pulled the dildo out of his ass until just the head was inside him “AH!” Travis shouted as she brutally rammed the dildo deep in to his ass again.

Again, Adrian slowly pulled the fake cock almost all the way out of her husband’s ass before she once again rammed it home making him cry out at the pain of her savage thrust.

“Ahhh!” Travis cried out when Adrian buried the dildo deep inside him for the third time.

“Clara, do something to shut him up,” Adrian told her friend.

Clara smiled and removed the bottom portion of her outfit. She climbed on the bed and straddled Travis’ head so she that she was facing Adrian. Then, Clara quickly pressed her now dripping pussy tightly to his mouth. “Lick my cunt, Slave,” Clara ordered. Travis was lost in the pain of his anal penetration and hadn’t heard what she said. Clara reached down to Travis chest and grabbed a nipple with each and twisted them, cruelly making Travis cry out and arch his body in pain. Clara kept twisting his nipples for several seconds before releasing him and repeating her command, “I said eat my cunt you little fucker!”

Travis didn’t hesitate this time and quickly put his tongue to work on Clara’s pussy pushing in deep inside her and swirling it around before he licked up to her clit. As his tongue found Clara’s clit, he circled around it before quickly flicking his tongue lightly over the rapidly swelling nubbin of pleasure. “Ohhh yes, now that’s more like it,” Clara moaned.

As soon as she heard Clara’s moan of pleasure, Adrian began thrusting the dildo in and out of her helpless husband’s ass without mercy. As she was fucking his ass, Adrian took hold of Travis’ legs and rested them on her shoulder’s giving her even deeper penetration with her fake cock. Travis moans of pleasure mixed with pain were vibrating against Clara’s clit as her continued to orally pleasure his newly adopted mistress. Adrian looked down and watched her husband’s hard cock bouncing back and forth first slapping against her belly then his own. Travis’ cock continued to slap back and forth against their bodies as Adrian fucked his ass as hard and fast as she could.

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That was hot last night, Marie IM’ed to me the next day.

Yeah, it was, I agreed. I always tried to keep my IM’s very neutral. I was certain they were constantly monitored by the company, but Marie didn’t seem to care.

I was so full of your milk that I couldn’t even eat breakfast this morning.

This made my face turn red. Now I was positive that we were being spied on. Not here, not now, I replied to her.

We’ve got to do it again, she sent me. My boyfriend wants to sample you as well. Would that be okay?

This left me wondering how I get myself into these situations. Uh, maybe. Not right away. I’d like to get with you again. Maybe that would help put him off.

That sounds great! I could hear her enthusiasm through the messenger. Tonight?

No, not tonight. I have a headache. Ha! My jokes always came off flat on IM.

We negotiated back and forth through the day. I was alternately hot and bothered by the idea of what we were planning, and then nervous and scared that we’d be caught—by whom I don’t know—and even that made it more exciting to me. Who would have known my breasts were such a source of excitement to others.

And don’t forget to have Michael there, she sent me right at the end of the day before she walked out the door.

Michael? I hadn’t known he’d be part of this too. Not that it mattered; if she wanted him there, I was more than willing to share.

I insisted on having an evening snack for Marie when she came over; we were meeting too late for dinner, but as a good hostess I couldn’t just expect Marie to hop into bed with us without at least offering something to eat or drink.

“It’s completely unnecessary,” he pointed out to me. “You’re the snack. Or drinks, at least.”

“Ha ha,” I commented, laying out a platter of crackers and cheese. “I’m more than that.”

“I’ll say,” he whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around me from behind and cupping my breasts. I tried to push him away, I was very full and didn’t want to start leaking, but his hands on my tits felt so very good. If the doorbell didn’t ring just then I probably would have hiked up my skirt and pulled off my panties, but as it was we were interrupted by Marie’s appearance.

I invited her in, offered her cheese and crackers—she took just a few to be polite—but she didn’t let us chat idly, Marie went right to the heart of the matter.

“I’m glad Michael’s going to be with us tonight,” she said. “It’ll be nice to have a partner for this.”

“A partner?” I asked confused and glanced at my husband. Michael looked away, either embarrassed or guilty, maybe both. “What’s going on?” I asked both of them.

Michael still couldn’t meet my gaze, but Marie was calm and cool as always. She smiled and raised her chin a tiny bit. Her long black hair fell away from her face. “I’ve been…talking with Michael. We have something special for you tonight.”

I’ve always been a little slow when confronted with strange, unexpected situations and this was no exception. I finally figured out that she must have been talking to each other behind my back. Before I could do or say anything to protest, Michael suddenly found his voice.

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered me.

I blinked at him, it was a blunt approach, but my hand almost automatically went to the buttons on my blouse. Only when Marie spoke did I hesitate.

“Might as well take off the rest of your clothes as well,” she said. “It’s not like you’re going to need them.”

And again I didn’t know what to say. Marie took the initiative and started unbuttoning her own shirt while Michael looked on, a boy happily caught between two candy stores.

“Why don’t we go to the bedroom first,” I suggested.

Marie eagerly led the way, her shirt unbuttoned, exposing her padded bra but little else. As she ascended the staircase I followed her, watching her shapely ass as it swung back and forth in front of my eyes.

Once in the bedroom, she dropped her bright red shirt from her shoulders, keeping her back to me. Her inked wings were only partly hidden by her tight black pants and the thin bra strap that cut across her back just under her shoulder blades. “Undo me,” she asked, pulling her hair aside and looking over her shoulder at me. My hands were fairly trembling when I reached for her black bra and tried to slip free the hooks. After a few attempts I finally managed to work it and the strap came free. She turned around, smiling proudly, and presented me with her bare tits sporting feriköy escort a pair of bright gold rings. I stood there mute, excited but not knowing what to do.

“Let me help you,” she said, reaching for my shirt and starting to undo the buttons. I noticed Michael sitting on the corner of the bed, happily watching the two of us. Before I knew it my blouse was on the floor, Marie had moved in close to me, slipping her arms around me to unhook my bra. She kissed me lightly on the neck as she pulled the bra away, exposing my milk-full tits. “Ready?” she asked Michael.

He nodded and she led me to the bed. Before I could mount the mattress, Michael fell to his knees in front of me, unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, leaving me in just my panties. Or rather my thong; I only owned two thongs, and since this was a special occasion, I decided to go with it to show off my tattoo.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Marie ordered me.

“On the bed?” I asked, confused. Usually I only did that with the milker.

When she said yes, I simply followed orders. Marie laid next to me on one side, Michael on the other. It was obvious what they were planning on doing. My boobs were hanging down, full and ready to be emptied. They worked their heads under my chest, while Marie and I giggled, until their mouths found my nipples and they started suckling.

It was heavenly.

I could feel my milk flowing into their mouths, each one nursing at their own pace. Michael tended to suck harder and take bigger gulps, he was eager to drain me. Marie took her time, enjoying both the experience and time with me, she was gentle compared to him, but just as insistent.

They made me hold that position for a good fifteen minutes while the suckled me. It started off being novel and sensual and more than a bit erotic, but toward the end my arms were getting tired. I wasn’t used to being stuck in the same position for so long. “You two had better finish up,” I told them. “I’m getting to tired and I don’t care how much you like this. I can’t go all night.”

Reluctantly Michael let go of my tit, gently kissed the side of my breast and rolled off to the side. Marie, however, didn’t heed my request and kept on draining me, though by this time I could feel there was nothing left to feed her. “Let go,” I prompted, tugging my breast away slightly. She grinned around my nipple and refused to let do, keeping a strong latch on me. I pulled back a little harder, just to the point of pain, but she still refused to let go. Michael laughed at my predicament.

“This isn’t funny,” I told him.

“Then just pull away,” he said.

“It’ll hurt!” I complained; secretly I was sort of enjoying the slight torture she was putting me through.

“I think that’s what she wants,” he said.

I let Marie nurse a moment longer, then pulled back in earnest. She resisted, looping an arm around my waist to keep me close. In retaliation, I put one hand on the side of her face and forced her away from me. It was a struggle, but I was bigger and eventually prevailed, though at great cost. It felt like she was ripping my tit off when I finally broke the suction.

She immediately pouted. “I wasn’t done,” she all but whined.

“You’re done,” I told her, gently holding my breast. “See, there’s nothing left.” I squeezed to extract any remaining milk. There was none, of course, not even enough to form a pearly drop on the tip of my nipple.

“I’m still thirsty,” she said playfully. I knew she was lying, but played along anyway.

“Then why don’t you give Michael a blowjob and drink his spunk,” I suggested.

Marie immediately brightened. “That sounds great! I love man-cum.” She turned to him. “Take off your pants,” she ordered.

He looked at me, helpless and confused. His eyes were wide with shock and excitement. I could see the outline of his cock under the denim of his jeans. “Should I?” he mouthed to me.

My chest was tight and I could feel a gush of wetness in my panties. Whatever else I wanted or knew about our relationship, I was eager to see Michael receive a blowjob from Marie. It certainly wasn’t cheating, not if he was doing it right in front of me. Was it?

“Yes,” I whispered to the two of them.

Marie didn’t need to be told twice. She moved over to his side of the bed, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Together they pushed off his pants and she, without a hint of hesitation or shyness, reached into kayaşehir escort his underwear, pulled out his already stiff cock, and put it in her mouth.

I was never a bit watcher of porn. It always seemed a bit artificial and contrived to me. The complete opposite is true of a live sex show. Marie didn’t cheat to the camera or perform actions that might look interesting on screen, but added nothing to Michael’s pleasure. She simply took his cock into her mouth, sucked long and hard trying to make him cum. One hand she wrapped around his balls, the other held firm the base of his long prick; I laid on my side, my hand inside my thong, just barely playing with my clit as Michael received what was certainly an expert blowjob. I almost wished I was a man just so that Marie could give one to me.

So talented was my friend that she could even take all of Michael’s length into her mouth and down her throat. While he wasn’t ridiculously endowed like a freak from an adult film, I myself couldn’t get more than half of Michael’s cock into my mouth, so I was duly impressed. Because she was a much better cocksucker than I was, I was disappointed for Michael when she suddenly backed off, freeing his wet cock from her mouth and said. “I don’t want to swallow his cum,” she announced. “I want to see him fuck you.”

She didn’t have to suggest that to me twice. Although Michael was eager to get off in her mouth, I was worked up enough that I wanted a cock inside of me. I yanked off my thong—I was happy to be rid of it—laid back on the bed and spread my legs. I could smell the scent of my eager pussy waiting to be satisfied. Apparently my perfume was enough to pull Michael away from Marie’s mouth—along with a slight push of encouragement from her. He fell on me and slipped easily into my cunt. I immediately tilted my hips to accept his hard, eager thrusts and wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles so he couldn’t escape—not that he wanted to.

“Oh, fuck her hard,” Marie whispered from her spot on the bed. I was barely aware she was still in the room; when you’ve debauched yourself this much, it hardly matters if another person watches you and your husband fuck. It was just another thrill I was marking off some unknown checklist of kinks, erotic acts and fantasies I never knew I had.

Michael was already worked up by his oral treat from Marie, and I had been playing with myself that entire time as well, so it didn’t take him long to grunt twice—like he always did—then shoot his cum inside my pussy. I locked up my limbs and let him slam into me harder and harder until he was done. Not that I minded in the least, each time his pubic bone hit the top of my pussy, he squished my clit and that was all I needed to cum myself. Once we were both done, he rolled off me and sighed in relief.

“That was wonderful.” It wasn’t Michael complimenting me; it was Marie applauding us both.

“Thanks,” Michael said, happy to accept her compliment.

I snorted. He was too eager to be the center of any lauds.

“May I?” Marie asked. She made some gesture, I barely saw what she did since I was still coming down from my orgasm high and my eyes were half closed, so I went along with it.

“Sure. Why not.”

A moment later I felt fingers probing in my cunt. At first I thought it was Michael, seeking to bring me off again, but then I realized something was amiss. It didn’t feel like Michael’s fingers. I opened my eyes to witness Marie probing my cunt while Michael happily watched her. She didn’t notice me watching her at first, not that I pushed her away or tried to stop her. Plunging her fingers deeply into me, she scooped up Michael’s sticky white leavings and brought them to her mouth. My eyes went wide in surprise; while I’d certainly swallowed my share of cum over the years, I’d never seen it eaten like that before.

“Delicious,” she told me. “I was lying before. I did want to taste his cum, but I wanted to see him fuck you too.”

I shrugged. What did it matter. Everything felt so good and wonderful, did it really matter if she wanted to eat my husband’s spunk from my cunt?

“I’ve got a request,” Michael spoke up. “I want to fuck Marie.”

This announcement caused me to giggle. “Do you think I’ll say no?” I asked him.

“Maybe,” he hedged.

I was certain that something had gone on behind my back when the two were talking, planning this evening. I decided to surprise him. “Go ahead,” I offered. yenibosna escort “I doubt you can get it up for her.”

It’s not that I didn’t want Michael to have a good time, it’s that I was feeling a twinge of jealousy to see how eager he was to fuck her. I wanted to be the center of attention; it was one thing for Michael to get a blowjob from her before he laid me, it was another entirely to see him fuck her. I had to hand it to him, though, just the idea was enough to make his cock stir, and then when she reached for him, he had a rampant erection in no time.

Marie smiled triumphantly, quickly stripped off her pants and oh-so-tiny panties to display her denuded pussy, then got on her hands and knees to present him with her skinny ass. She looked over her shoulder at us. “Well?” she asked, wiggling her hips to entice him forward.

He didn’t need the encouragement. His cock was in his hand ready to guide himself into her sex, when he suddenly stopped himself. My heart skipped a beat; I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to change his mind, or just go forward so I could see what he looked like when he was fucking another woman. “Do I need a condom?” he asked.

That’s Michael, ever practical.

“No,” she said, “I’m safe; I won’t get pregnant.”

He hesitated just a little bit again. Was she lying? Did she want to get pregnant? Uncertain what to do, he looked at me and I nodded my head giving him my permission. I needed to see him fuck her. What woman wouldn’t want her man to prove his masculinity by fucking someone else while his partner looked on.

He plunged his hard cock into her sloppy-wet cunt with a grunt. She replied with a slightly surprised yelp, then settled into a steady moaning and groaning as he pistoned his hips back and forth, slapping his pelvis into her taut ass.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she groaned, trying to encourage him.

“Make her cum,” Michael said, looking at me.

“What?” I was confused. He was the one fucking her, not me.

“Put your hand between her legs, find her clit, and get her off,” he ordered me. Now it was my turn to hesitate. Was this something they had planned? Was he seeing how far he could get me to go? Or was it that he wanted to include me in the most intimate act two—or three—people could have.

What did it matter? Marie’s finger’s had already been in my cunt. I knelt down next to their coupled bodies, slipped my hand underneath Marie’s body, slid my fingers down along her tummy until I encountered her sloppy pussy. It wasn’t hard to find her clit, it was hot and bulging out. She felt familiar and strange at the same time, as if I were touching myself, masturbating, but through an odd veil. It was obvious she liked having her clit roughly rubbed. Just a couple of strokes made her cry out in pleasure.

“No,” she half-whispered. “Too much.”

I found my sadistic streak. Michael held her firm and I rubbed for all I was worth. This brought her off again and I laughed at her helplessness. It sounds crueler than it was for Marie’s orgasms were hot and fierce. A minute later Michael, overexcited by two women performing all manner of sexual acts on each other, came hard inside Marie’s cunt. He grunted several times, once with each thrust as he deposited more and more of his semen deep within her.

When I saw the bliss on Marie’s face when Michael came inside her, my heart melted. She looked so cute and happy, there was no way I could be jealous or upset with her because it was just so beautiful.

Michael was all but spent after that and though we tried to encourage him, he slowly drifted off to sleep. Marie and I cuddled up together, soft skin on soft flesh. I couldn’t resist slipping my hand between her thighs and feeling Michael’s spunk slowly leak out of her.

“That was nice,” I said to her as I slipped my middle finger up inside her shaved pussy.

She sighed slightly as I fingered her, then ducked down her head to latch onto my nipple. I didn’t expect her to express any milk from me, but I was pleasantly surprised when I felt a bit of milk start to flow and looking down at my exposed breast, a few pearly beads of milk appeared on my nipple. I wiped the excess milk away and licked my finger clean as Marie continued to nurse. After a few minutes she pulled away unexpectedly and looked up at me with a mischievous grin. She scooted up to my face and kissed me; I could taste a bit of my milk on her lips. I was delighted when she didn’t immediately break the kiss, but slipped her tongue inside my mouth. She fed me back my milk; it was sweet and delicious, especially after she had warmed it for me.

“Tasty?” she asked.

I didn’t answer her and just kissed her back. We fell asleep while gently kissing each other. I never would have thought I would be sharing a bed with my husband and a female lover, but it seemed so right.

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“Eve, that was incredible” I heard through a distant fog. The voice was Louise talking to me. I had just peed my panties and masturbated myself to a tremendous orgasm in front of her and William, the therapy assistant. “I’ve never seen anyone so stimulated from a debasing act. There’s no doubt that you are a piss slut, but we’ll need to expand your degradation to properly evaluate your entire personality.”

“I have some questions about what happened. Please tell me, do you often cry just before you cum?” Louise asked.

Do I cry? When? I didn’t remember crying, but thought back to the first time I peed my panties, fanaticizing that my degradation guide, Margaret, was watching me. When I finished peeing, I lowered my panties and while I rubbed my sex I cried from the humiliation of what I had done. Then I had a body shaking climax.

“No, I usually don’t cry” I finally answered. “It’s just that I felt so ashamed about what I had done. Ashamed that you and William saw me do such a filthy thing.”

“That’s perfectly normal Eve. That definitely establishes a link between shame and sexual stimulation with you” Louise explained.

“Now, have you shamed yourself in any other ways?” she asked.

I related how I had gone to a pharmacy and asked a mature woman behind the counter for advice on condoms and lubricants as another customer stood by. Margaret had suggested this as another way to humiliate myself. The clerk had to have the pharmacist come to the counter to answer my question about using a warming lubricant for anal sex, again within hearing distance of the other customer. Finally, I asked her to direct me to the single use enemas, realizing that everyone thought I was going to be sodomized.

“Were you?” Louise asked.

“Was I what?” I answered.

“Were you sodomized after that?” Louise replied.

“No. I’ve never anal sex. I’ve thought about it, bağcılar escort but …” I didn’t have a reason to give her. My ex-husband had never been interested and I haven’t been able to bring it up to my current lover.

“Never!” Louise exclaimed. “Never had anyone play with your ass. Never had a finger inserted while your cunt was being filled by your man? Never put your own finger in while you masturbated?”

“No, never” my words barely escaping my lips. Somehow I felt embarrassed to be a 40 year old anal virgin.

“Well as you are about to find out, your ass plays a major part in being a true degradation slut” Louise explained.

“William, please get Eve ready for the next portion of her therapy.”

William removed the restraints and moved my legs out of the stirrups. Then he began pulling my panties down and I obediently lifted my hips to assist him. Finally I lay there completely naked.

As William directed my feet and legs back into the stirrups, Louise reminded him to use the leg and arm restraints, and also to strap my hips down. “I think the reaction from this phase will be more intense than the last” Louise explained to both of us.

“Now, William will prepare you for the next phase of your treatment” Louise told me. “I would urge you to relax and let your body adapt to the intrusion.”

I looked down between my knees and watched as William applied a generous amount of lubricant to his gloved finger. Then he began pushing his digit against my tight sphincter.

“Just relax Miss. I promise I’ll be very gentle” William said directly to me. “Push down as though you are having a bowel movement” he said, and I did as his finger slowly entered my virgin ass.

William worked first one and then a second finger into my ass. “She’s very tight Miss Bellman” William said to my therapist.

“That’s zeytinburnu escort what I expected William” Louise said. “We’ll need to start with the smaller probes and work up to find her capacity.”

Then for what seemed to be an eternity, William probed my rectum with various dildos and artificial phalluses. Each time he encountered strong resistance, he stopped, told me to relax and push down, and finally I would open and accept the violation. He and Louise discussed each insertion and Louise made notes in my file.

As William worked on my tight anus, I noticed that Louise had opened the front of her lab coat. As I had suspected before, she wore nothing underneath. She watched my therapy closely and as she did, she rubbed her own breasts and her sex. “You’re doing very well Eve” she told me. “It’s quite obvious from your hard nipples that you’re excited, and as you can see, I am also.” Louise continued to stroke herself even as she gently pinched my tingling nipples. “Feel free to enjoy yourself. Let me know if you want me to touch you in any way. Your physical enjoyment is just as important to us as your clinical evaluation. Once your restraints are removed, you are welcomed to touch me also”.

“William, it’s time to administer the enema” Louise said. As William prepared his equipment, Louise asked me “Have you had an enema recently Eve?”

“No, I haven’t” I replied nervously, recalling back to the last time, in labor for my son, when the nurse gave me an enema while my then husband watched. Even then I had a twinge of sexual excitement, and then the shame as I evacuated into the bed pan the nurse put under me.

“Enemas are very therapeutic, both cleansing you and stimulating you for sexual activity” Louise explained. “William will be giving you a generous dose of warm water, then we’ll help you florya escort hold it before letting you release into the pan that William will hold. We’ll watch you shit and observe your reactions.”

Oh god, I thought. How can I let myself be so debased. Then as I looked down at the bag with the hose running between my legs, William pushed the nozzle into me, before releasing the clamp on the tube, allowing the warm water enema to enter me.

As I was being filled, Louise began softly rubbing my lower abdomen. “Feels wonderful doesn’t it?” Louise asked.

I must admit that initially I enjoyed the warm feeling in my bowels. Then as I became more full, I felt the discomfort of needing relief. The enema continued to flow, filling me until I felt actual pain deep inside. When I cried out, William shut off the flow. Louise continued massaging by tummy.

“OK William” Louise instructed. William removed the enema nozzle and replaced it with his finger. “Now Eve, hold on. William’s finger will keep you from leaking” Louise said as her hand moved lower, between my spread legs. “Are you enjoying this?” she asked as her fingers penetrated my sex, finding my clit. “Are you ready to shit into William’s pan?”

My feelings were running wild. My pussy was on fire, wanting more of Louise’s ministrations. I knew that she and William were watching me, more exposed than I had ever been. My belly was filled, desperate to relieve myself, even though it would be a filthy act while William and Louise watched.

“Now, it’s time Eve” Louise said. As William removed his finger, I knew that I didn’t have any control of what my body wanted to do. While William held the pan under me, my bowels evacuated forcefully.

“Oh god! I’m shitting all over” I cried while Louise and William watched me, in total shame of the act I was involved in.

“Go ahead. Shit you filthy slut” Louise urged as I filled the pan William was holding.

Then without any warning, Louise leaned over, kissing me hard on the lips, her tongue pushing deeply into my mouth. Her hands roamed over my breasts and then her fingers drove deep into my pussy. As the smelly mess ran out of my ass, I came, right there with Louise kissing and touching me. It was wonderful…

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We had hooked up once before in a cheap motel in the Appalachians and it was super hot. She wanted my cum any way I wanted to give it to her and I loved cumming inside her tight wet cunt. I did it three times and it felt so naughty making a mess in a strange vagina. Her wetness was slippery like egg whites which would have indicated peak fertility, but she told me she had a Copper T-IUD inside her. However, during our sex, she hinted at the idea of me maybe fucking her without it at some point. She already had two kids but was flirting with the idea of getting sperm naturally donated for a third one as she revealed to me in our online conversations over the next month.

We chatted sporadically over the next year and a half, teasing each other with babymaking talk. She finally had the IUD removed from her uterus when we agreed to meet one afternoon in a motel halfway between where we lived. We would be meeting on the 13th day of her cycle, about two days before her expected ovulation.

I pulled up to the motel parking lot at 4:30 pm after a two hour drive into the mountains. She had texted me photos over the past hour showing me how wet she was and telling me how she needed me to inject my sperm deep inside her. I got out of my car and went straight to room 113. I knocked on the door and a 5 foot tall 34 year old lady with a curvy mom bod dressed in a long t-shirt answered the door.

“Hi, sexy”, she said. “Come on in.”

“Hi, Amelia,” as I stepped in. “It’s been a bit too long.”

“Oh, it has!” she piped up as she pushed her body into mine and reached up to kiss me. I began exploring the softness of her lips and held her tight against me. She whispered into my ear while nibbling it, “Feel my nipples, they’ve been this way for a couple of days.”

I felt her 42dd breasts through her t-shirt and the nipples were rock hard. “They’re hard as rocks,” I replied.

“Feel my cunt.” güngören escort She guided my right hand down between her legs and her wetness was copious and slippery like egg whites. “Push a finger or three in my cunt.”

I pushed four fingers into her and she gasped. “Push it as deep as you can!”

I did and felt her cervix. It was open about an inch or so. “What do you feel?”

“Your cervix is open some.”

“You know what that means, right?” she asked.

“Yes, baby.”

She kissed me some more as I fingered her sopping wet cunt. Then she looked me in the eyes and asked, “You going to fuck me with no condom like last time? Remember, I’m completely unprotected this time.”

I looked at her and asked, “You seem like you’re very fertile.”

She chuckled and said, “I think I maybe. I will probably ovulate in the next 2 days.”

“Is it ok if I make you pregnant?”

“Definitely!” She felt my now very stiff penis through my jeans and then quickly unbuttoned my pants. She loosened up the belt and took both my jeans and boxers off in one deft motion. My thick, 7″ penis stood at stiff attention wanting to take the place of the fingers inside her. With me still masturbating her cunt, she sat down on the bed and began to fellate my already throbbing cock. She took it all the way down her throat all at once and I said, “Oh, fuck, you’re going to make me cum very soon if you keep this up!”

She took it out of her mouth and said, “I want it in my cunt!” She shed her t-shirt, laid back and held her legs up in the air spread. Her vulva and vaginal opening was glistening with her slick wetness. I pushed my cock deeply inside her on the first stroke and she gasped, “Fuck! OH, SHIT!” My dick started tingling immediately as her tight vagina squeezed on it. I had lightly bumped against her open cervix and then started beykent escort bumping it a bit deeper as I began to fuck her at a fairly quick pace. “Oh, fuck, that’s deep!” she said as she grinded up against my pelvis. She was continuing to squeeze me and said, “Fuck, cum when you need! I need it, that’s for sure!”

I had only been fucking her for 45 seconds but my orgasm was coming fast. I picked up the pace and fucked her as deeply as I could. “I’m getting close!” I exclaimed.

“Cum deep in me, make a baby inside my womb!” she moaned back.

I began to spray jets of hot sperm into her vagina and open cervix. 200 million or so sperm were blasted out of me. Her legs were up in the air and most of it ran deep inside her. My cock stayed inside her for a good two minutes as I let all my semen flow out of me. “Mmm, yes. I love babymaking sex,” she cooed “That may have done it but you know I want more.”

I was in ecstasy. “I don’t think I’m going down this is so hot, baby.” My stiff penis wasn’t ebbing anytime soon and was still deep inside her.

“Then shoot another load in me, baby.,” as she kissed me deeply. I began to gingerly thrust deep in her with her moaning and gasping. She held her legs back as far as possible so I would be pushing the tip of my penis to the top of her cervix. “You’re so deep, it hurts a little!” she gasped in my ear.

“Are you ok?” I inquired, not wanting to hurt her too much.

“I’m fine, baby, I like it. Just cum again inside me!” she whispered urgently. “You know what we’re trying to do.”

She was squeezing my throbbing cock with her cunt and I quickly began to feel my second orgasm approaching. I pushed as far as I could inside her with her legs far back and began shooting ribbons of hot sperm deep into her reproductive tract. It felt so good and naughty to be potentially making a baby esenyurt escort with a relative stranger.

“Oh, fuck that is so hot!” she cried out as she felt me add to the previous mess. I made sure I was finished ejaculating inside her, then I withdrew and immediately began to eat out her shaven cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” she yelped.

“You need to cum to help our chances,” I said as I paused from licking her clit and vulva.

“It might take awhile.”

“Eh, that’s fine, but maybe it won’t. Keep your legs up, you know why.” I slid three fingers inside her and began to work my tongue on her stiff clit. My fingers teased her g-spot and when I slipped a fourth finger in, I played with her cum coated cervix. She was thoroughly enjoying all this attention on her pussy, but said, “I need to touch that fucking cock again and get it ready to do it some more.”

I swung my body around to where she could do what she wanted with my half hard manhood. I felt it end up in her mouth and it immediately went rigid. She took it out of her mouth for a minute and said, “Fuck my throat, baby, but tell me when you’re about to cum so I can put it back in my pussy.”

With that, I rammed my cock deep into her throat and continued to orally pleasure her clit while fingering her cunt and cervix. She gagged a little and then started moaning loudly. All of a sudden, she began to almost scream loudly as her vagina spasmed against my fingers, her cervix dipping repeatedly just a bit into her vagina. I was so turned on that I felt my third orgasm, approaching. “I’m going to cum soon! Let me fuck you.”

She took me out of her mouth and got on all fours. I quickly got behind her and slipped my throbbing penis deep inside her. I immediately blasted another load deep into her cunt and uterus. This was even more intense than the first two and I flooded her baby factory with another enormous load of sperm.

“Oh, fuck! You’re going to make me pregnant for sure now!”

And like the previous two times, I had fucked so much sperm in her that almost none leaked out for a visible creampie. Amelia now had over a half a billion sperm swimming in her looking for the egg that would be forthcoming within a couple of days.

(To be continued)

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This story is a follow up to Cum Stained Nylons

………

Jimmy brings a friend.

………

Veronica looked out from the sliding glass doors to watch the two young men at work in her yard.

She had a lawn service but had given them instructions to leave some things undone so as to enjoy the sight of the nervous teens trying very hard not to be seen noticing her through the glass.

She was thoroughly enjoying parading back and forth in the living room and putting on quite the show.

This time, the eighteen year old Jimmy had brought someone who had potential, the wealthy divorcee thought to herself.

When she had gone outside to instruct the boys on the tasks to be accomplished she noticed that the newcomers gaze went straight to her stockinged legs perched atop her three inch heels. She smiled inwardly and moistened.

Dexter was a schoolmate, fellow video gamer, and member of the chess club. He was the third friend Jimmy had brought around and he was quickly running out of friends to exhibit.

Dexter was much like Jimmy in physique and demeanor. It was obvious without it being said that he was also a virgin and a leg man.

The other friends Jimmy had previously brought over to purportedly help with the yard did not meet Ms. Aldridges approval. Each had proved a disappointment in that their nervous gaze was fixed more on Veronicas boobs than on her legs.

She so enjoyed toying with young men who had a fetish for, and fascination with her hose.

……..

Since that first time with Jimmy after she had lured him from the shoe store, Veronica had become a constant obsession of the young man.

Jimmy remembered vividly their first encounter and had very much hoped that their would be more of the same and maybe even some real sex. He had never so much as held a girls hand up to then.

Real sex it seemed was not to be on offer any time soon Jimmy found himself thinking after several weeks.

Back on that day two months before, while their orgasms were subsiding, Veronica had told him to pull up his shorts, leave, and go home.

His boy jizz was still glistening on her stockinged legs and dripping from the side of her face when she had said to him that what had happened was nice, and might be repeated if he learned to follow instruction well.

Since that day Jimmy came by to deliver shoes or perform some household chores several times a week.

Most times he was given a monetary tip and thanked for his work.

He was disappointed that she showed no interest in any further sexual contact for the first several weeks.

He managed to sheepishly ogle the 42 year old vixen and her sensuous legs every time he could.

She took every opportunity to display them through, slit skirts, mini skirts, and sometimes even brazenly in stockings, garters, and panties.

She would brush against him and feel his erection through his shorts with her body. If he tried to put his hands on her she would slap them away and would reprimand him if he touched himself.

Only twice was he rewarded with orgasms.

Once, after three weeks of no sexual contact, and after he had completed a hard two hours work, she sat on his lap in a lounge chair by the pool and ground her ass against his hard prick while placing his hands on her thighs so the he could stroke her stockings while he dry humped her.

He came in his pants and the semen had seeped through the fabric and left a stain on Veronicas stocking tops.

She did not mind as she had kegaled herself to a nice orgasm while he had been blowing his boy load.

The other time was after he had agreed to start bringing friends over for her to inspect.

He was going to have to be in on the ruse of the need for help around the house and not let on that Ms.Aldridge was more interested in teasing virgins to distraction than in any real work needing to be done.

As a reward for his agreement to supply her with cougar meat, she had him expose his raging erection to her and had him sit on one end of the best sofa in her finely appointed living room.

She sat on the other end of that sofa dressed only in stockings, garter belt, panties, and demi bra.

She had allowed him to stroke her legs while she dipped a hand inside her panties and fingered her juicing pussy. He could smell her excitement.

She slowly ran a stockinged insole over his throbbing boy cock until the bottom of that foot was thoughoughly coated with the teens precum.

She had nudged and tickled his ever tightening nutsack with the stocking clad toes of the other foot. Her hot pink painted toenails even managed to scratch his hairless balls through the nylon.

When she pulled aside her panties and Jimmy had seen his first real live pussy being invaded by her frantic finger fucking he burst.

Rope upon rope of scalding boy spunk erupted upon the orgasming Veronica. She had directed his jizz toward her so that it would not stain the sofa fabric.

She did this with her stockinged feet milking and directing his jets aksaray escort until she was fairly covered from neck to knee.

Jimmy was in bliss but had not experienced any more exctasy from her, though untold delights were promised if he brought a new playmate suitable to her.

“I will suck on your big boy cock for you as a starter reward.” She had cooed to him in their post orgasmic bliss.

……

That was three weeks ago.

……

She had touched and fondled Jimmy through his shorts a couple of times since but had mostly teased and ignored him.

Dexter, seemingly, might make things change.

Today had started well.

The first glance Dexter had given Veronica caused her to moisten.

He had drunk in her beautiful legs from her feet to the hemline of her short skirt and back again. He did this without being diverted by the obvious cleavage she was putting on display.

This disregard for her ample bosom and fidelity to leg gazing impressed the seductress.

“What’s your name young man?” The cougar had asked.

After a pause of several moments, while keeping his gaze on her seamed stockings, and as his obvious boy boner tented out his pants he managed to stammer.

“DDDexter ma’am.”

“And how old are you Dexter?”

“Eighteen last month ma’am.”

“No ma’am here, you may call me Ms. Aldridge. You look quite a bit younger than eighteen. You haven’t even started shaving yet.”

She then asked, “Have you got a girlfriend Dexter?”

It seemed unlikely, and the lack of girfriend was confirmed by a negative back and forth shake of the head by the speechless youth.

Veronica caught Jimmy touching himself through his shorts and with a glare communicated to him that he should stop immediately.

She then smiled at him and mouthed the word “Later.”

“Well Dexter, if you would like and can stay after the yard work, I might be able to give you some tips on impressing a woman. You have made a fine start by the way you are appreciating my beauty.” She said patting his erection.

……

She left the boys to finish their tasks and made a few phone calls.

Two hours later Jimmy and Dexter appeared at the sliding glass door knocking gently.

Veronica opened the door wearing a new outfit that would give a dead man a hard on.

Four inch stiletto heels on open toed pumps which accentuated the exquisite curves of her white stocking encased legs.

The lacy tops of the hose were visible and meeting the clips to a garter belt.

A leather mini skirt slit to the hip on one side hugged her firm ass cheeks and her upper half was encased in a sheer body stocking from wrist to waist to neckline.

Her full and breathtaking breasts with their erect nipples were clearly visible through the transparent material when the unbuttoned blouse she had thrown on flapped open.

Veronica opened the slider and motioned the boys inside.

Just then the doorbell rang.

“Wait here a moment.” She said to them as she went to answer the door murmuring to herself, “Right on time.”

Jimmy was a little shocked when he saw Madame Dupree walking back towards them with Ms. Aldridge.

“Hello James.” The sixty year old proprietor of the shoe store where Jimmy worked said.

She then added, “Who is your handsome young friend?”

“His name is Dexter.” Jimmy replied.

“Well Dexter, it is very nice to meet you.” Teresa said eyeing the youth and noticing the way his gaze lingered on the stockings covering her plumpish calves.

A minute or so later the doorbell rang again and this time Veronica came back with two people Jimmy had never seen before.

One was an oriental lady of about five foot six dressed very much like Veronica was, and with nylon encased legs every bit as stunning.

Her dark closely cut hair and almond shaped eyes

were of course different from Veronicas shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes.

She appeared to be in her late thirties, but with oriental women it is sometimes hard to tell.

The woman Veronica was now introduced to the boys as Sunee. She had very petite breasts, but the boys were not noticing those, as both were staring at the bright red toenails visible through her open toed pumps.

Sunees companion was a young man in his early twenties. He was obviously known to both Veronica and Madame Dupree and was greeted by both.

“How good of you to come on short notice Brad.”

Ms Aldridge said.

“I’m always ready to come for you.” Brad replied.

“Indeed you are.” Veronica said. “And you will show these two newbies what it takes to come for me.”

“Yes mistress.”

Veronica then explained to the stunned teenagers that Brad had been a project of hers a few years back when he had been young and naive.

He was now finishing up college and she had turned him over to her good friend Sunee for advanced training.

Sunee was a professor of economics at the college Brad attended. çağlayan escort She was also a long time friend who shared Veronicas love of teasing and pleasing stocking worshippers.

Sunee said to Brad. “Show these two how to properly warm a lady up.”

“Yes mistress.” Brad replied.

He then got down on his knees and took off one of Sunees pumps while she reclined in a chair.

He kissed her nylon clad foot and began a trail of kisses that ended on her inner right thigh.

He changed over to the left thigh and began to trail kisses and licks down toward the foot on that side. Sunee had placed her left foot on Brads right shoulder and used it to pull him forward towards her pussy.

She had worn panties which were sheer and crotchless. Jimmy and Dexter moved to a better position enabling them to see Brads next move and Jimmy saw that this Asian vixen had a shaved pussy which was visibly wet.

“May I masturbate mistress?” Brad asked.

“Yes you may. And you may begin to please me with your mouth.” His teacher replied.

“Remember that you are not allowed to come until I tell you but you may stroke your cock on my stockings.”

Brad stood and removed his pants and an impressively thick eight inch hard on sprang into view.

He got down again and proceeded to lightly kiss Sunees exposed vulva and train lightning quick flicks of his tongue on her engorged clit.

She squirmed with delight.

Veronica told the two teens to stand before Madame Dupree and let her remove their pants.

Both teens obeyed and their burgeoning erections also sprang in to view when the voluptuous grey haired matron dropped to a squatting position between the youths and pulled each ones pants down and off.

Jimmy was sporting his ten inch horse cock and Dexter had a more modest and slender one at about five inches. It was also half the thickness of his friends boner.

Madame Dupree took one prick in each of her hands and slowly stroked them to further rigidity. She used her thumbs to smear their boy precum over the heads of the cocks.

“That should be enough Teresa, don’t you think?” Veronica opined to the older woman.

Madame Dupree said, “Oui madame.” then she gave each teens scrotum a tug and caress with her delicate hands and rose to a standing position.

Sunee was now writhing in exctasy due to Brads oral ministrations.

She gripped a handful of his hair and pulled his face further into her crotch. She ground her juicing pussy against his lathering tongue.

His erection was being kept at the boiling point by Veronica, who had taken off her pumps and was running a stocking covered foot over his ass as well as making contact with his balls.

For his part Brad was grasping his cock and slowly rubbing it on the nylon clad calves of the orgasming teacher. He was leaving streaks of precum on the hose.

“Jimmy,” Veronica said. “I would like for you to please Madame Dupree as Brad is pleasing his teacher. We will instruct you and young Dexter here on the finer points of cunnilingus but first I have that treat I promised you.”

With that said, she dropped to her knees and took the boys ten inch dick in her hand. She kissed the head and Jimmy gave a shudder and almost lost his balance.

Veronica then squeezed very hard at the base of his cock to delay the inevitable and help edge her new sex boy-toy.

Taking the mushroom head in her mouth she swirled her tongue around it twice and then went down about halfway to the root of his dick leaving a trail of red lipstick as evidence of her indulgence.

She went down once more, this time getting almost to the base, and then pulled her lips away, leaving a trail of saliva.

“That was very nice now wasn’t it Jimmy?”

Jimmy reached to stroke his throbbing prick and effect a much needed release of pent up sperm but Veronica slapped his hands down and said.

“I promised I would suck your cock but said nothing about coming just yet.”

Jimmy groaned in frustration and shot a sidelong glance at Dexter, whose prick was being sucked by Madame Dupree.

She too, had squeezed the base of her victims cock and tugged on his nuts to delay and deny his orgasm for now.

She was able to deep throat the trembling youth and had also left a lipstick trail on the teens cock.

“I believe they are ready for their lesson Teresa.”

Veronica said.

“Sunee, if you are through squirting all over that nice young man’s face perhaps you two could both lend a hand helping me instruct these youngsters in the finer points of pussy eating.”

Madame Dupree then sat down and hiked her skirt up around her waist exposing fully her stocking clad thighs and neatly trimmed bush.

There were flecks of grey in her pubes and her outer lips were open and inviting as she separated them for the boys inspection.

Brad told Jimmy to kneel between his bosses thighs and to begin exploring this mysterious area with his mouth and tongue.

He gave both Jimmy cevizlibağ escort and Dexter pointers as they took turns eating the Madame.

Sunee and Veronica placed their hands inside stockings and were using the silky fabric to masturbate and tease the boys turgid dicks.

Each cougar had an innate sense as exactly when to stop touching them so as to keep them on the torturous edge of explosion.

After about thirty minutes of having her pussy licked and explored by the virgin teens Madame Dupree was ready for some serious fucking.

Her clit was fully erect amidst her wispy grey speckled pubes and her lips lathered up nicely by the boys saliva and her own arousal.

She told Veronica “I’m ready for some hard young cock.”

It had been many months since she had been with a man.

With a nod from Veronica Brad got some cushions to lay on the floor for Teresa, being careful to place one under her ass for easier access to her dripping cunt.

He positioned himself between her thighs and taking his cock in hand ran the head up and down between her labia to moisten the tip.

He then penterated the excited matron and felt her vaginal walls grasping and sucking in his cock inch by inch, her hips rising to take him all in.

Brad made an effort, Veronica pointed out to the boys, to insure that the top of the shaft of his cock maintained contact with the widows clit.

“Notice,” she said. “How he rolls his hips to grind her clit when he is deeply imbedded.”

Brad fucked the Madame slowly and deeply for a full twenty minutes, through a series of orgasms voiced by the matron in a mixture of French and English.

Jimmy and Dexter watched in fascination while their cocks continued to be fondled and edged by the stocking weilding cougars.

The women squeezed and tugged periodically on the nutsack of their respective teen to continue denying their orgasms.

Sunee playing with Jimmy and Veronica with Dexter were true vituosos of tease and denial.

Able to take no more Brad finally gasped. “Permission to come mistresses?”

Simultaneously the two cougars answered. “Permission granted.”

Veronica added. “Fill her box you naughty man.”

Brad sped his pace and started a rapid assault on Madame Duprees cunt. His hips rising and falling in a blur and her hands clawing at his back to pull him in deeper.

She was orgasming and squirting copious girl juice around his cock when he finally stiffened and shot volley after volley of hot jizz deep into Madame.

His orgasm was heightened by Veronica rubbing a stocking covered foot on his exposed balls while he was still, fully bottomed out in Madame, and spasming jets of cum against her cervix.

He pulled out with a plop and a stream of jizz seeped immediately from Teresa’s now thoroughly plowed cunt and onto the cushions.

……..

Veronica now said. “I think we will have a contest to determine who gets their cherry popped today.”

She directed Jimmy and Dexter to a position opposite Sunee, who was seated with her stocking clad legs propped up on an Ottoman. She had placed her high heels back on and was openly fingering her shaved pussy.

Both teens were instructed to stand six feet in front of her and jerk their cocks. The object was to spray as much of their cum as they could onto the stockings Sunee was placing in their line of fire.

The one who got the most cum on her nylons would get to have his cock in a pussy for the first time.

They eagerly began masturbating but were having a tough time coming having been teased and kept on the edge for so long.

Veronica had pity and covering her hands with lube, stroked Dexter while Teresa did the same for Jimmy.

The women planned to release their grip and let the boys finish when they were close, so that they could direct the cumshot.

“This is getting me so hot.” Veronica said aloud.

She had just been well and thoroughly fucked two days prior by her personal trainer Carlos, a thirty five year old who knew his business, but there was something about taking the cherry of a frantic teen which made her quiver.

Carlos had made her scream with delight and had even taken her ass as he was want to do, but what was in her hand was new meat and what was in Teresa’s hand was even nicer.

“I hope Jimmy wins.” She thought to herself.

“That ten inches will get me deeper than any stud to date.”

Dexter grunted and his balls pulled tight. Veronica let go. Teresa did the same a moment later.

Both boys were jerking and came almost simultaneously.

Dexters jizz shot further and most hit the Asian vixen in the chest and face, some managing to coat her stockings, but not enough to best Jimmy.

He directed his ropes of cum perfectly up one stockinged leg and down the other. He even managed to coat Sunees fingers as she was frigging herself to an explosive orgasm.

She squirted a stream which soaked Jimmy in return.

“We have a winner!” Veronica exclaimed.

Wasting no time she had Jimmy lay on the floor cushions while she squatted and poised her dripping cunt above his erection.

Madame Dupree insured that it stayed rigid by holding it straight up and tickling his balls with her dainty hand.

Veronica squatted some more until the mushroom head made contact with her wispy blond pubes and then sank down fully on his engorged meat.

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The following story contains creampie, watersports and cuckold themes, if its not for you then please choose another story (no offence taken). Still here – good! I hope you enjoy – I did!

The wives tale:

First of all, I do love my husband, and I’m not a bad person (least I don’t think so but as that’s a judgment call I’ll let you make up your own mind). My husband (Ian) is a cuckold, he loves it (and me) I get what I need both sexually (from my boyfriends) and emotionally (from my husband). This is how it began:

We had been married for a little over 7 years. We had married after a whirlwind romance (14 weeks to be precise) and were very happy. Sex, even in the early days, had been ‘brief’ but, at least, regular. By the third year even the quantity was dropping. First it was weekends only, then once a week, once a month. By the time we had been married 5 years it was birthdays and Christmas only!

We married young. Ian was 21 I was a mere 19. By 25, at the peak of my sexual being, sorry but a quick, sticky, fumble every 3 months interspersed with regular masturbation just wasn’t doing it for me. I needed to feel like a real woman, I needed the intimacy of lovemaking, I needed either a divorce or a lover! I chose the lover.

It was just Sex (God I must sound like a man!), but it was — at least that’s what I would tell myself. I had an itch that needed scratching — that’s all. No emotional attachment just occasional GOOD sex.

A guy at work (also married so discretion was assured) had made it clear he was interested. Until now I had always rebuffed his jokey advances, we both knew the ‘jokes’ were a socially acceptable cover for his advances. I began flirting with him, knocking him back verbally whilst making it clear he should continue.

Before long we were lovers, daytime illicit sex only. The sneaking around, having ‘our little secret’ only intensified the sensation. The sex was amazing we were fucking everywhere and at every opportunity. Daytime only — safer that way. To be honest the guilt I felt was more for his wife than my husband. We always practised safe sex, and I would shower before bed so the chances of being bakırköy escort caught were minimised. At least that was until the Christmas party. We worked in separate departments, separate nights out, we shouldn’t have met, but we did.

Fuelled by passion, and alcohol, the inevitable happened, David offered to drive me home. Around 2 blocks from my home he pulled over and we had the best sex yet. It was animal, rough savage sex. Clothes were torn off, my wet panties yanked to the side as he forced himself in and fucked me hard – no condom. I came several times before he unloaded into me. I felt every squirt, every drop, his cock pulsing as it emptied. It was amazing.

I got out and walked the last stretch, a chance to regain my composure, and ensure my clothes were appropriate before reaching home. The fresh air coupled with a post orgasmic high helped to sober me up (at least a little). It also made me realise just how tired I was, it had been a long week, it was 2am and I was knackered!

It was then I knew I had a problem. Go home have a coffee (sober up some more) shower go to bed or just go to bed and hope Ian wasn’t horny. Option 1 was bound to raise suspicion, option 2 was a gamble. He’s been home alone all night, almost certainly on his PC porn sites (that I’m not supposed to know about), had a wank and was now sound asleep. The odds were in my favour.

I get home; the place is in darkness, that’s a good sign. Key in the door, its all quiet, as I tiptoe up the stairs. Undress quickly in the bathroom, and slip into the bedroom and into bed. Ian’s asleep and then so am I.

Still all loved-up I’m having the best dream. My limp-dicked husband is making love to me the way my lover does. His soft but firm touch is caressing my skin making me tingle with his touch. He’s nuzzling my neck as his hand explores my inner thigh my legs ease open inviting him in further. It’s so good. My pussy rises aching for his touch as his kisses work there way down my body, stopping only to nibble on my swollen nipples he’s heading south.

I can feel his hot breath on my clit, God I am so ready, şirinevler escort but he’s teasing me. My bodies screaming out “Eat me, fuck me!” I shudder as his tongue runs up my hot clit, encircling it, teasing it out.

It’s over. The dream that is, its finished and I’m awake, horny as fuck, in that semi dream state but definitely awake. In my mind I can still feel my clit being worked. I relax back into my pillow hoping to continue the dream. Only then as I awaken further do I realise it’s not entirely a dream. Ian is down on me! – FUCK!, He can’t – he’ll know what I’ve done, Fuck!

“No!” I shout out as I close my legs trying to squeeze his head out. He doesn’t move, if anything he is eating faster his tongue is now darting into my soaking, filthy, pussy. I watch him for a bit. He’s horny as hell whilst sucking and licking me his pelvis is grinding into the bed. I’m not getting out of this, let him finish, maybe he’s drunk, maybe he won’t notice?

I lie back and relax, this is Ian, and it will be over quick enough.

I lie back, waiting for it to end, waiting for it to be over. It is nice though, and I find my mind wandering enjoying his gentle but firm licking I begin to relax into it. I’m remembering the pounding I had received less than an hour ago, the rough, torrid violation that had been imposed upon my tender pussy. It was now being soothed, caressed, nurtured back to life. It was good and I was responding.

My hand had wandered down and I had his hair in my fingers, scratching through to his head, pulling him in further, urging him to go faster.

Ian has never made me cum by oral alone, from this position (me on my back) he just can’t keep up the pressure or the pace and I want to cum again. Correction I need to cum again! Surprised by my own desire I roll Ian over onto his back and sit directly on his face.

“Suck my cunt, make me cum!” I order as I grind my pussy into his face. He likes it when I take charge and, to be honest, — so do I! He licks even harder and faster, darting in-and-out as I adjust to direct his tongue to the “sweet area.”

“Oh beylikdüzü escort that’s good” I exclaim (and it is) “Eat my filthy cunt, come on make me cum on your face — FASTER!” I am getting so carried away, I’m so close to cumming that I’m riding his face like a woman possessed.

I look down. My God! What a sight. His face was soaking; his whole mouth area was a mess with saliva, pussy juice and — no doubt about it — cum. The smile on his face was enormous as he continued to please me. The sight of cum made me panic, return to reality, and I stopped grinding, rising just slightly of his face.

“No please” He exclaimed / begged “Let me finish, I want to clean your cunt, I need to get the rest of the cum from your nasty cunt.”

Well what could I do? I sat back down and ground away as had as I could. “Eat it, clean it, you’d better get all that nasty cum out of my cunt — every last fucking drop.” I couldn’t believe the words that were flowing out of my mouth, or how fucking hot it was making me – I was starting to cum.

I could fell the shudder running up my spine, my cunt tightening and throbbing around his tongue pressing down and grinding into his mouth my whole body shook and tingled.

Afterwards, as I regained control, my thoughts turned to how I could reward my little cunt cleaner. There was one thing he had asked for, long time ago, and I had denied. After what he had just done for me, I decided to “treat” him.

I reached behind me, arching my back slowly, and grabbed his twitching cock. Already wet with precum, he moaned as I dug my nails in and (very slowly) began to wank him off.

“Now don’t you fucking cum, my cunt’s not empty yet!” I instructed as I let my bladder release a little of its bitter fluid. His mouth immediately clamped around me as I pushed his head back and released a little more and jerked his cock harder and faster. The more he sucked and swallowed, the more I gave him, the faster I wanked his little cock until he exploded. His cum shot up and went everywhere I stopped pissing and climbed off — we both really needed to clean up.

The following morning, he was very attentive, breakfast in bed — the works. Followed me around like a lost puppy all day. Eventually we had to talk “Did you enjoy your little drink last night?” I asked.

“I enjoyed my whole MEAL” he replied, with a knowing smile. Since then I have ensured he is well fed and watered on a regular basis.

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So there we were, lying in bed. We had just finished a round of very energetic sloppy sex. Mara had my cum dripping out of her used cunt and her gaping rectum. We were both trying to catch our breath and slow down our rapidly beating hearts.

“Thank…you!” Mara said between gasps.

“Anytime baby. You know I love to fill you with my cum and watch it drip out of your used body.” I simply stated with a smile.

We sat there daydreaming and thinking about what had just transpired. We both had a huge perm-a-grin on our faces.

I broke the silence saying, “you know what would really get me going?”

“What’s that?” Mara asks hesitantly, knowing that I am at my most honest right after I have a huge orgasm.

Looking her in the eye I say; “Having total and complete control over your body. Not like having a slave that will listen to me, I mean having you passed out, or something and having your body to use as I see fit.”

A long silence passed and then she responds simply with “OK. You know you don’t have to have me unconscious to use me as you see fit, right?”

“I know, but it’s just the thought of it.” I said smiling.

“Well you know I don’t drink and I don’t use any drugs, so how are you going to get me unconscious?” As she asked this, Mara looked a little nervous.

I told her about a story I had read online about girls that were abducted by being chloroformed and then rapped. I told her I really didn’t like the rapping part, but I thought the chloroform part was really cool. We talked about it and decided to give it a try.

I shopped online and found a chemical company that shipped certain chemicals to schools and small time scientists for small uses. I ordered a medium sized bottle and waited. During that week Mara and I talked a lot about what would transpire. She was fine with everything because she trusted me fully. She said I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t do any major damage or leave any marks. We were both totally comfortable with everything by the time that the chloroform arrived. We decided to do our little play session that Saturday afternoon.

The rest of the week went by so slowly that I thought I was going to explode. I couldn’t wait. Finally Saturday had arrived. I had barely slept the night before because of the anticipation. I got everything I needed together and placed it in a end-table next to the couch. I didn’t want her to see any of the items I had. I grabbed a couple towels, ataköy escort some lube, a video camera, a still camera, and some toys.

Mara came into the living room on her hands and knees. She was stark naked and made sure she was holding her ass into the air. This way I could see her beautiful anus and pussy.

She crawled over to right in front of the couch where I was and sat back on her ankles. She put her hands behind her back forcing her lovely chest out towards me.

Raising her head and looking me in the eye, “I’m ready for you to use now.”

She knew the way to really get to me. She had spent the last hour in the bathroom getting ready. I assume cleaning and shaving herself.

I reached over and grabbed the bottle of chloroform and opened it. I grabbed a hand towel and walked behind her. I proceeded to pour some of the clear liquid into the folded towel and put the bottle on the ground. I reached around Mara and placed the doused towel over her nose and mouth. With my other arm I held her in place in case she squirmed.

She was such a good slave. She didn’t even squirm. She twitched a little and then started to become limp in my arms. Soon Mara was out cold. I removed the towel from her face and laid her down on her back, checking to make sure she was OK. She was fine, and Mara was now totally mine!

I quickly got to work spreading her out on the living room floor. On her back, arms at her sides, and legs as spread as I could get them. I quickly grabbed the cameras and supplies. I set up the video camera and pointed it directly at her limp vulnerable body. I grabbed the digital camera and took a couple snaps of her just lying there. I’m sure she will look much different once I am done with her.

Once I had taken a couple of pictures I dove right in and started eating her gorgeous cunt. I found her already sopping wet. I guess she was just as excited as I was, to be leaking this much before I even touched her.

I lapped away at her cunt then started to finger fuck her waiting hole. I leaned back so the camera could see the action. I then took one of my slippery fingers and inserted in into her tight little anus. I was pleased to find her anus extremely relaxed due to her current state.

I was so hard I could hardly stand it, so I decided to start to alter her appearance into the little used fuck doll I had pictured in my mind. I grabbed the long double bahçelievler escort dildo that I had pulled from our toy box earlier. I inserted one of the ends of the dildo into her dripping cunt about three or four inches. I then just left it there, hanging out of her fuck hole lewdly. I panned the video camera to her face and zoomed in a little.

I then knelt right above her head on the floor facing her feet. My cock was hanging right above her face as I started to stroke myself.

As I looked at her body lying there waiting for me to use anyway I wanted to, a dildo hanging out of her cunt, I started to feel my orgasm build. I had been saving up for a few days now and could tell this was going to be a big one.

I increased my speed as my toes started to curl. Then I felt a wave rush through my lower body from behind me all the way through to the tip of my cock, then it started.

The first shot of cum made it almost to her belly button and was pretty small. What followed didn’t make it as far, but was hot and thick. Stream after stream came shooting out of me cock.

Covering her tits then shortening in distance and covering her face with the last few shots and dribbles. I took my cock and smeared the cum on her face all over her lips and cheeks.

There she was, covered in a thin layer of my cum and a dildo hanging out of her cunt. God I loved Mara.

I took a felt tip marker and wrote ‘I’m a dirty little cum slut’ from nipple to nipple avoiding the piles of hot semen.

Once I was done with the marker I repositioned the video camera. I then went back down to her pussy and pulled the dildo from within her.

I then took the lube and covered her anus with a generous amount. I then started to finger fuck her little pucker again. Soon I added a second finger with little trouble.

I realized she was so relaxed I didn’t need to even warm her up, but I should just make sure that she is good and lubed up.

I then took the double dildo that was in her pussy and inserted it into her anus that was now hanging open. It slid in easily and I started to sodomize her with the double toy. I got it in about four inches when I realized I was starting to get hard again. I guess all that waiting had really paid off.

I grabbed another toy, this time a thick realistic black latex cock, and started to fuck her cunt with it until it was nice and deep. I halkalı escort then grabbed the camera and took a few snaps of her cum covered body and the fact that she was being double penetrated.

Once again I was rock hard and took the realistic cock out of her used pussy and started to fuck her. She was sooo tight with that other dildo in her ass and it felt sooo good. I fucked her like this for a while then realized that if her pussy feels tight with something jammed in her ass, her ass would feel even tighter if there was something jammed inside of her cunt.

With that I pulled my dick from her pussy. Looking down I could see her pussy gaping open, used, and dripping. I pull the double dildo slowly from her rectum and watch, as it stays open for some more good snaps from the camera.

I then take the realistic cock and put it back into her cunt. Then I lift and push back her knees. I hear her make a small sound and realize that the chloroform must be wearing off. I grab the towel and the chloroform and proceed to slip her back into unconsciousness.

I lift her knees again and lube up my cock. I then insert it into her anal ring. It feels so good. It’s a different kind of tight. The ring itself isn’t tight at all, but I can feel the pressure from her full cunt through the thin membrane that separates the two.

I can feel the ridges of the dildo in her pussy rubbing against my cock. I keep fucking her beautiful ass for a while. Eventually the pressure, friction, and thought of the experience get to me and I am soon pumping hot semen deep into her rectum.

As it starts to taper off I pull the dildo from her cunt, and then my cock from her ass, letting the last few drops of cum drip onto her abused cunt.

I lean back and admire her. She has drying cum all over her upper body and fresh hot cum dripping from her gaping anus and coating her pussy.

I take the marker and draw a little dialog bubble down her thigh coming from her gaping anus that says, ‘I love sodomy’.

I then on the other thigh draw a large arrow pointing to her cunt.

Inside the arrow I write, ‘Deposit cum here.’

I take many more pictures of her and then clean her off. I wipe all of the cum up and scrub off the entire marker writings.

I also put away the cameras and toys. During the last of the clean up Mara started to come to. When she is awake I ask her how she feels.

Mara looking a little groggy says, “I have a bit of a headache and I feel like I got the shit fucked out of me, but other than that I’m fine.”

“Did you have fun?” she asks.

“You don’t even know that half of it. Just wait until I show you” I say as she looks at me with a puzzled stare.

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