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A week had gone by with Rose grounded, by her daughter.

‘Sorry, mom,’ Rose said, hoping a week’s punishment was enough. ‘I promise to be a good girl,’ she added, hoping to get around her.

Rose was used to calling her daughter mom, since they had swapped roles. Rose hadn’t wanted to, but Janice talked her into pretending to be the daughter when school security called. Before she knew what was happening, Rose was in a classroom of eighteen-year-olds, pretending to be one of them.

At twenty-six, it was frustrating being so dependent upon her eighteen-year-old daughter, who was now laying down the rules at home. Not all the time, just at moments like this. If she wasn’t careful, her daughter might punish her again by grounding her for another week. Or worse, Janice might get her boyfriend to spank her again.

It had been terribly humiliating, when he spanked her for being a naughty girl. He’d seen her naked bottom, and her sex blossoming from the humiliation. Since her daughter took over, she had come to terms with being a natural submissive. Now she had to try and understand why humiliation sexed her up. Recently, everything heated her up, and those feelings were getting out of control.

‘So, I’m not grounded now?’ Rose asked her daughter.

The sound of contrition, and hope in her voice, softened Janice. Her mother had stupidly gotten herself into this situation, and was going to have to live with it. They had to play the game all the time, or they would be found out if they relaxed the rules. She would end up in an assessment centre, which sounded like a very bad place. Her mother would probably go to prison on some charge or other, for impersonating a schoolgirl.

So here they were, stuck in a role reversal between a mother and daughter. Not that she minded, as it was fun being an adult. Having a job and openly having a boyfriend, was better than being in school. It was great fun ordering her mother about as though she were a kid. Being in charge of her mother, making all the decisions, made her confidence soar.

Having to spend all day coming up with ideas, then drawing them out as a presentation for all to admire, was a dream job. Janice was being welled paid too.

‘Like, can I please, seriously, have my allowance now, yea! Please, mom, please!’ Rose urgently yet politely asked.

Her mother was pleading like a little girl, asking for the latest doll seen on television. Janice loved it.

‘I have so many demands upon my salary, girl, where do you think the money comes from? I have to pay for your contraceptive pill, and your tampons, you’ve had a new school uniform, and other clothes, and now you need new bra’s! Where do you think all the money is coming from?’

‘Sorry, mom. I try to remember what it’s like. It seems such a long time ago, as though it were different lifetime, way in the past,’ Rose admitted.

She didn’t complain much, so maybe her allowance could be increased. She made her mom ask for it each week, almost begging, and then made her be thankful for the pittance.

‘I’ve an idea, go over to the playground and find out how much Angel gets. It will give me an idea how much to give you,’ Janice seriously spoke.

‘Mom! Angel is only eight! Like, really, I need more than she gets,’ Rose complained.

‘It’s just a rough idea. I wouldn’t give you less. Of course I’ll give you more. Just go and find out,’ Janice cajoled her mother.

It was clear her mother wasn’t thinking of herself as a mature woman anymore. After only a slight protest, she was willing to go to the playground, and talk to an eight-year-old, about pocket money.

‘You were a long time. So, what was the result?’ Janice asked.

‘I had a bit of trouble. I didn’t change, and went in this dreadful junior school uniform. I looked for Angel in the park, but she wasn’t there. I asked a couple of boys from my class if they had seen her. They wanted a kiss, so I did, and they told me they hadn’t seen her,’ Rose grumpily said.

‘How long were you kissing those boys, girl?’ Janice asked her mother.

‘Mrs Philips was there, and saw me kissing the boys. She called me over, and told me off. She’s going to tell you, that’s why I’m telling you now,’ Rose huffed.

‘Oh! Well, don’t worry, I’ll make the right sounds, and say I’m going to ground you, or something. You shouldn’t go around kissing boys. You should know why, so work it out for yourself. So did you find out what she gets?’

Rose told her daughter what an eight-year-old gets and expected much more.

‘I’m eighteen, mom! What can I do with so little. I don’t buy sweets now!’

‘You’re not buying booze are you? Well, they can afford more than we can,’ Janice pointed out.

‘Mom! Please, I need a decent allowance. All my friends get more than me. I don’t get much more than an eight-year-old. Come on, please!’ Rose cajoled and whined.

‘All right. Make sure you behave yourself. I want you to be a good girl at home, in school, and in the park! bursa escort Don’t go around kissing boys. No! It wasn’t just a little kiss to get what you wanted, you go too far. You enjoy it too much. You’re turning into a slut,’ Janice seriously told her mother.

***

Janice had won. She really wanted to stay in the adult world, with a good job, and a steady boyfriend. Being an adult was so much better than being a schoolgirl facing exams. It was harder work, but worth it.

Dolling out the pill, with the excuse she was making sure her mom took it, wasn’t so fun anymore. Checking her stock of tampons hadn’t been done for awhile either. It now seemed gross, though at the time it was a novelty to be controlling her mother so closely.

The woman was submissive, and recently had become very compliant. Her boyfriend had quickly found that out, and it was suspected he was getting her mother to do things. Janice didn’t like that idea at all.

‘Maybe, if you do all your chores, and don’t slam the doors. Don’t think you can slope off with that boy. I’m going to inspect your homework, make sure your room is tidy, and clean. So get to it, girl,’ Janice firmly told her mother.

Rose’s face fell, then brightened, ‘So, like, what about last week’s allowance? I didn’t get it. . .’

‘No! You didn’t deserve it, and I had to buy you another school uniform. You need new tops and bra’s, as it seems you’re still growing. What is that boy doing to you?’ Janice joked.

‘Mom! Like, yuk! I haven’t seen him all week, I’ve been grounded,’ Rose lied.

Janice was going to say she was lying, but figured it wasn’t worth it. The woman’s libido had rocketed from nothing, to improper, in only two weeks of being in school. It had been suggested this, and her enlarged breasts, were from adolescent hormones being triggered for a second time. Hormones were building her womanhood, on an already mature body, adding to it in unexpected ways. Maybe it was a rare condition from sitting among adolescents all day.

‘Please mom, like, I really, really need to buy a dress for a party, yea, on Saturday, please!’ Rose pleaded.

‘I’ll take you out and buy you a dress,’ Janice said, with a teasing smile.

‘Oh! No! Like, ugh! Please, not something you want me to wear! You always pick silly girly things,’ Rose complained.

‘Well, what about you choose something, and I choose something. You can wear what you want to the party, as long as you wear what I choose during the day. Deal?’ Janice asked.

‘Alright, like, I guess so, a deal, yea!’ Rose said, with a sparkle in her eye.

Rose gave her mom a hug, and they air kissed. All seemed to be back to normal, or at least, what they now deemed normal.

***

It had been a terribly frustrating week, as she wasn’t allowed to bring Paul home after school. They had quick, furtive sex, in the back of his car before going home from school.

Her daughter suspected something, but didn’t say anything. Her mom’s dishevelled state gave her away. Janice figured her mother needed sex, or would become even more argumentative from being frustrated. This way, the woman wouldn’t be a nuisance, and would go to her room to read her teen magazines.

Rose had to put up with her daughter and that man, Charley, screwing all night. The bedroom and bed had been hers, yet her daughter was using it to screw some guy. He was around her age, about twenty-eight, maybe a little younger. He thought her daughter was Rose, and was his age, whereas her daughter was only eighteen.

Charley had spanked her, so how could she warn him off her daughter. He thought she was the teenager, so it would appear as though she was jealous, or defending the memory of her father. Neither were true. It was impossible to challenge Janice, as Rose had fallen too deeply into being a submissive daughter.

***

The dress was a nice sky blue colour, with built in starched petticoats, swishing around under the skirt. The hem was held up by the petticoats, showing off everything as though she were merely a young teen, in a fifties style.

‘Mom! Like, I can’t wear this, it shows off my panties!’ Rose complained.

‘Oh! Well, don’t worry, it’s made like that. You look just like a sweet little girl, so no one will bother with your panties,’ Janice teased her mother.

‘Like, no! If someone sees me dressed like this, yea, I’ll die of shame, really!’ Rose protested.

‘Don’t be so dramatic. Here, hold my hand, I’ll show you,’ Janice said.

‘Hey! Please, I don’t want to . . .’ Rose said, as she was dragged around the store.

About to break away, and runback to the changing room, a security guy came up to her, seemingly appearing from nowhere.

‘I’m glad to see you’re holding her hand. Don’t let her get out of hand this time, ma’am,’ the guy chuckled.

‘Yes, sir, sorry, sir. I’ll be a good girl, sir,’ Rose told the big man.

Admitting to being a schoolgirl to a father figure, who was also a figure of authority, nilüfer escort and the role tightened around her, pushing her deeper into it. The big security guard left her feeling small and weak. The memory of being caught, stripped, and taken to a police station, had her emotionally capitulating.

Rose had no choice but to keep with her daughter. Prancing around the store, while dressed like a youngster, was highly embarrassing. Nevertheless, she endured the indignity.

‘If she misbehaves, let me know, we can deal with naughty girls,’ he heavily said, and gave Janice a seductive wink.

Janice winked back, playfully flirting with him. It was then realised how extensively she was accepted as an adult, and would be supported by other adults.

Neighbours thought her mother was the child, and of course the school did. Recently the police had her down as a minor, as well as security here in the store. The boyfriend from school thought her mother was the same age as him, eighteen. There wasn’t anyone who could identify the girl, as a mother and adult.

Janice kept glancing at her mother, to see the woman acting like an embarrassed schoolgirl. Though, it was no longer an act, the woman had become a schoolgirl, and was enjoying it, mostly. Especially having a rampant teenage boyfriend.

At first it had been worrying that her mother had a boyfriend in school. When she began acting without a sense of responsibility, like an adolescent girl, it became an urgent problem. Janice had tried to stop the relationship going too far, but then had to admit defeat. Trying to accept her mother needed sex, she put the woman on the pill. That intimate moment of control of over her mother, had really been fun.

It was still weird thinking about her mother letting a schoolboy fuck her. That’s what was happening in their relationship. The woman was submitting to a boy, letting him control her. Her mother was a mature woman, a widow, yet she had submitted to being that boy’s sex toy.

Lots of people were in the store and the mall, yet no one had taken much notice of her mother. Boys had laughed at her, but turned away when she glared at them.

Janice was wearing one of her business suits, and looked older than her eighteen years. Rose was wearing a cute girly dress, designed for a mother to dress her little girl for a party. No adolescent would pick such a flouncy, old fashioned dress. The panties had teddy bears printed on them, with little pink bows, and were being shown off as she walked.

Becoming used to such degrading situations, Rose gave in to it, and accepted she was no longer a mature woman, or a mother. She was now just a silly little girl trying to be good, so as not to be spanked. Another incentive to behave was that she needed her pocket money.

Rose sighed in resignation, then gasped! Damn! They were only going to one more store, then they would be on their way home. Two friends from her class were approaching! They were eighteen, as she was supposed to be, but they were dressed in jeans and t-shirt. They weren’t having to suffer a tyrant mother, dressing them up to shame them.

‘Hi, ma’am, hi, Janice,’ they said, looking bemused.

After the usual short, polite conversation, the girls recovered.

‘Your daughter looks so cute,’ Gabby said, with a straight face.

‘Yea, she looks like my little sister. I have to babysit her Thursday’s, but tonight mom has her. Happy days!’ Beatrice said.

‘So you babysit do you? Well, maybe you could do me a favour? I forgot to get some things. I don’t want to keep an eye on her while I’m shopping, so would you look after her? She’s been a naughty girl, and I’ve got to keep close control of her. So don’t let her out of your sight. I’ll pay you the going rate,’ Janice added.

‘Yea, sure, we’d love it,’ both girls agreed.

Rose readily agreed, from figuring she could escape them, and somehow get home. How she was going to do this, hadn’t been figured out yet.

‘Here’s my number, ma’am. Give us a ring when you’re ready. We’ll take her home with us, and bring her around to you,’ Gabby suggested.

‘Sure that sounds great, thank you girls,’ Janice said. ‘Why can’t you be so grown up and mature as these girl, Janice?’

Janice mischievously grinned at Rose, wondering how she was going to cope with this challenge. It would be so hilariously embarrassing to be looked after by school friends, that it made her laugh. If she hadn’t agreed, Janice would have let her daughter get changed, and take her home.

Obviously the woman figured she could talk the girls around, and even get them to take her home. If she had made the wrong decision, it was up to her to get out of it.

No sooner had her daughter let go of her hand, than the two girls grabbed one each. Being stuck between two girls from school was excruciatingly embarrassing.

‘I’m dressed up like this for a dare. Now mom has made it a challenge,’ she lamely said.

‘Whatever!’ the girls bursa otele gelen escort laughed.

They took her to a candy store, and were determined not the let her squirm free. They bought a large sweet dummy, unwrapped it, and tucked it into her mouth. With both hands held tight, she couldn’t remove it, and anyway, where would she put the sticky thing.

‘Don’t you dare spit it out. We’ll spank you, in front of the guys if you do,’ Gabby warned, and Beatrice laughed.

‘Let’s take her to the kids play area. Sue is working there, and she’ll do us a favour by taking her in,’ Gabby suggested.

‘Good idea! You’d like that, wouldn’t you Janice? Playing with the little kids, showing off your new dress. You look so cute showing off your panties,’ Beatrice seriously patronised her captive.

‘We will keep an eye on you though, to make sure you behave yourself. I’m sure Sue will make sure you do as your told, and make you play with the kids. She’s very forceful is Sue,’ Gabby explained.

‘We can get everyone else to come and watch,’ Beatrice said, while fiddling with her phone.

‘Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t upset you have I?’ Rose genuinely asked.

‘No. It’s just that you’re the new girl in class, and we need to put you in your place. I never expected to see you dressed up like this, its priceless. You’re mother must have really bad taste. We couldn’t decide on what to do to you, so this will do. You look ridiculous in that outfit,’ Gabby said, and they both laughed at her.

‘Paul will be so upset with me. I just hope we don’t run into him or his friends,’ Rose said.

Beatrice removed the dummy, and asked, ‘Did you say, Paul?’

‘Yea, I’m Paul’s girlfriend,’ Rose confirmed, and saw the girl throw the dummy away.

‘You lucky slut! He’s gorgeous, I wish he’d just look at me. I’d do anything for a kiss,’ Gabby cooed.

‘Really? I could arrange that, I think,’ Rose offered.

‘Could you! Oh! But he’s yours. Like, really, only a kiss, honest. Maybe a hug, please! I’ve fancied him since forever! He never seriously ever looked at me. I don’t think he knows I exist. If you do that for me, I’ll be your best friend forever, honest,’ Gabby promised, and crossed her heart.

‘I’ll try. I’ll promise him his favourite if he does,’ Rose let slip, and wished she hadn’t.

‘So what’s his favourite?’ Beatrice asked, sounding curious.

‘Yea, what does he like? Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,’ Gabby said, then burst out giggling on realising what Rose meant.

‘You really are a dirty slut. I mean in a nice way!’ Beatrice quickly added.

‘Come on we’ll take you home. Don’t want Paul to see you like this,’ Gabby said.

In the car they shared tales of boyfriends and nearly boyfriends. Gabby’s needle was stuck in a groove, as she wouldn’t talk about anyone except Paul. Rose learned a lot about his early schooling, and realised she knew nothing of his home life.

‘He lives with his granny. His mom left home because his dad hit her, and the guy disappeared.

‘How do you know all this? Did you stalk him?’ Rose asked.

‘No, I just asked around. I don’t do that now, but I still have a thing for him. I just want a kiss, to get him out of my system, you know,’ Gabby said.

***

They arrived at Beatrice’s home and went straight for the kitchen. Milkshakes, and a sandwiches were made, and they settled into more gossiping.

‘So, like, why were you grounded?’ Beatrice asked.

‘I, err, was at a neighbour’s house, and I kind of got carried away. Alright, I’ll tell you. It was terrible, I got carried away with twins,’ she admitted.

‘Oh! My! God!’ the girls chorused.

‘We were going to haze you, how were we possibly going to do that! You’ve no shame!’ they laughed.

‘I know them, they are two crazy guys. I bet they enjoyed themselves!’ Beatrice giggled.

‘You too, dirty tramp!’ Gabby laughed.

‘Well, it was just crazy. I didn’t mean to, it just happened, and of course the second time, oops!’ Rose stopped, on making a big mistake.

‘You slutty bitch! You did them both at once, twice? Oh! Shit! Every detail, I want it all,’ Beatrice demanded.

Rose told them everything, and how it was unavoidable with the babysitter forcing them together. Then the boys wanted her again, and she gave in.

‘Fuck! That was one hell of a thing. We couldn’t possibly top that,’ the girls agreed.

‘I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel horny all the time, has that ever happened to you?’ Rose asked.

‘I know what you mean. Last term I couldn’t stop going to the bathroom and frigging myself off. It was terrible. It felt as though my snatch controlled me. If a guy touched me I’d jump, and would have let him jump me. If anyone found out how carried away I was, I’d have been in real trouble. Can you imagine the guys queuing up for me? One touch and she’s ready!’ Beatrice admitted.

‘I’ve never been like that. I remember you having trouble, but I didn’t think it was that bad. What about your breasts, is that why you’re showing them off?’ Gabby asked.

‘No I don’t mean to. They seem to be growing. I’m up two sizes, and they’re still growing,’ Rose complained.

‘Don’t worry about that! It’s when you don’t have any that it’s bad. The guys like big ones, as you know,’ Beatrice said.

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Mike drove into the parking lot and turned to the right. He’d done this before with moderate success. He drove around the 2nd rate motel, scoping for targets. Around the far side of the motel he found his mark. There were 3 trucks with dual axles, obviously heavy duty something going on there.

The trucks were lined up taking four parking spaces. As luck, or lack thereof, would have it, he could see a few guys standing in front of one of the trucks. Upon closer look, the trucks were all white, all had tool boxes on their sides and had welding rigs on them. He figured these guys were riggers for some local project.

He parked the car at the back of the next row, facing the front of the trucks. The guys didn’t seem to notice. They were talking and smoking, and 2 had cans in their hands, looked like beer cans. They were pretty animated and seemed to be having a good time. He parked the car so it was pointed right between two of the trucks. He turned off the car and lights and waited in silence.

After a while, two of the guys walked toward the motel. He figured the one stayed behind to keep an eye on the valuable tools in the trucks. These things get robbed all the time in motel parking lots.

He got out of his car and walked over to the lone mechanic. Mike introduced himself and asked how things were going. The mechanic seemed a bit suspicious escort bursa but friendly enough, for a rigger. Mike asked the guy how the job was going. The guy said it was ok, with a questioning look. Not many people just walk up and start asking questions like that. Mike said he used to do similar type work. He worked with a crew putting up power poles. They’d go around from place to place, either installing new or replacing ones that were mowed down by cars. Usually in the winter they’d go north because there are a lot of poles taken out by sliding cars. “Dumasses can’t drive worth shit and should stay home.”. The rigger laughed and agreed and seemed to relax a bit.

Mike went on to say he knows how stressful these kinds of jobs can be. He quit his a couple years ago. The rigger said the money’s too good to quit. They work on bridges, putting up new sometimes, but mostly repairs. Mike figured that must be really stressful with all the inspections and stuff like that… the rigger agreed.

Mike offered some assistance with the stress. The rigger asked what he meant by that? Mike said he’d massage him if he’d like, but he’d rather do something with all 3 of the guys, here in the parking lot. The rigger laughed again and said he was crazy. Mike didn’t flinch. The rigger asked again what he meant. Mike hated this part, but then again, bursa escort he hated the whole thing, but he knew it had to be done. So Mike just came out with it… “I’d like to suck you guys off”.

The rigger laughed and said he was nuts. Mike felt his stomach flip. So humiliating to do all this. The guy asked if it was for real and what was he after. Mike just looked him in the eye and said he wanted to help the guys in the ditches. The rigger couldn’t believe what he was hearing. But he hadn’t had any sex with anyone but his right hand for 6 months and could sure use a blow job, even if it was from a guy. The rigger said his buddies would be back but they probably wouldn’t go for it. In fact, one was pretty high strung and he didn’t know what he’d do. Mike figured he at least had this guy, so there was some hope.

When the other two came around the corner, they all introduced themselves. After a minute the first rigger just blurted out that Mike wanted to suck their cocks. Mike’s face went red and his heart skipped a beat. Holy fuck!! Of the two, Mike could see the volatile one. He was the one that looked like he was going to rear back and punch Mike in the face. And then he said so.

He said he’d rather kick Mike’s ass than let him touch his dick. He called him a bunch of nasty names and was getting bursa grup escort pretty wound up. Mike was getting scared and even if he could have taken him, he didn’t want to fight, especially with 3 half drunk welders. He just wanted to do this and get the hell out of Dodge. The other guys told the fired up guy to chill out and go to his room and have a beer. The guy was so fired up and knew he wouldn’t be able to keep from kicking Mike’s ass, so off he went. The first guy said he couldn’t afford to get arrested again for fighting.

So that left the two guys and Mike. Mike was eager to start so it would be over with sooner rather than later. He motioned the guys between the two trucks where the car was lined up and he dropped to his knees. Each man pulled out his cock and Mike sucked them. He worked fast so it would be over quicker. He went back and forth between them, hoping each would get turned on by watching his buddy getting sucked. Mike would stroke the cock he wasn’t sucking.

It wasn’t long before each one got off in Mike’s mouth. Mike did his best to swallow it all, but there was a lot there. These guys hadn’t gotten off in a long time. Some of the cum dribbled down his chin and it dripped onto the ground. Once they seemed done Mike stood up, said thanks and went back to his car. He got in the car and sat quietly. His wife asked what happened to the third guy. Mike told her he said he was a disgusting nasty perverted faggot and he’d rather kick his ass than let him touch his dick. His wife said she agreed with the guy, he is a disgusting nasty perverted faggot and since he didn’t get all three guys he wouldn’t be allowed to smell her pussy tonight.

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After his gesture of acceptance of Mary’s complete control of his sexuality she asked him for his ideas for a formal ceremony or ritual they could perform to make it “more official”. David could only think of a written certificate that acknowledged her control. He envisioned it printed in script on fancy paper with detailed lines and webbing, like on money, and perhaps even a seal with a ribbon. Mary liked the idea and he went to work on the language.

As he brought the finished product to her she was thrilled until he started to sign it.

“Wait! You aren’t just going to sign it like that are you?”

“Well, what else is there to do?” he asked truly confused.

“For starters shouldn’t it be witnessed?”

“Oh, yeah, I suppose so, but…” Before he could wonder aloud who would be the witness Mary broke in with “Mother would be happy to do it for us. In fact she would be thrilled. Maybe even disappointed if we didn’t include her,” David had an uncomfortable feeling about it all, but he couldn’t quite say why.

“Did you think of any ritual to go along with the signing?” Mary asked innocently.

“Well you could get me close to cumming, deny me and then lock me up while I get you off,” he offered tentatively.

“Perhaps something like that,” she responded, reflectively. Then after a moment she continued.

“David, dear, there’s something I need to tell you. There was more to your trip to Mother’s to ‘entertain’ her women’s group. You see I have known about her group for a while and I wanted to join. They’re a very private and exclusive group of powerful women. Mostly they act behind the scenes, but I think they could be helpful to me on many levels, both professionally and personally. As you can see, they haven’t admitted anyone in quite some time, especially someone my age. Mother’s request was in answer to mine to join them. Having you make a good showing with them was a way for me to get them to admit me. But I was telling the truth, it was up to you to agree to go. I didn’t tell you the rest because I didn’t want to pressure you with my membership pending. And it worked! It was your choice, and you got me in!”

It was a lot for David to take in, so he just stared trying to put all the pieces together.

“Are you mad? Are we OK?” Mary asked with genuine concern in her voice.

“No, not mad. We’re fine. It’s just a surprise to me. And I’m confused about why you bring it up now?”

“Because I’m thinking that in front of Mom’s group would be the perfect place for this ceremony of ours.”

David was immediately suspicious, but again couldn’t say why. “There’s more to it, isn’t there?” he asked tentatively.

Mary smiled, “Well yes, there is, my smart boy. You already know that these are sexually dominant women. It was and is important for them to see that I am in control of you. Your performance the other weekend was good, and it showed how much you would submit to, including the chastity cage, at my request. It seems only fitting that they be the witnesses for making it ‘official’.”

David agreed, although deep down he knew that he really didn’t have a choice and his agreement was more of a gesture.

“Good, then I’ll set it up with Mom,” she said cheerily.

“And the ritual?” he asked.

“I think the night you agreed to submit to my authority has the right elements. I’ll work out the details, don’t you worry about it.”

The time till the ceremony passed slowly for David. He kept going over the details of that fateful night when he agreed to submit to Mary. Would she really make him drink her piss in front of the whole group? At least when he did it with some of those same ladies it was one on one, in private. He got very nervous about the upcoming ceremony and would try to calm himself by remembering that he got through it once, he could do it again. And besides, Mary loved him, she wouldn’t make it any worse than it had to be.

When they arrived at Ann’s they both entered through the side door, but Miss Ann directed David to her room while Mary waited behind to be announced into the living room. In Miss Ann’s room David disrobed and fitted his chastity cage, but left off the lock. There was nothing more to do but wait for Miss Ann to return and escort him to the main room. During what seemed like a long wait he got nervous again, and tried to calm himself by re-reading and rehearsing his pledge which had been worked into a fine certificate with printed webbing and calligraphy with a ribbon seal. At last Miss Ann came for him and escorted him to the living room, where Mary was standing in the middle with all of the women in the group standing and sitting around the room.

“Go kneel in front of her, and read your certificate, then give it to her with the lock,” Miss Ann whispered in his ear.

David walked to Mary, looking only at her, and trying to ignore the audience. Kneeling he said, “I, David, do hereby grant, bestow and transfer my right to sexual orgasm to Mary, my wife. I make bursa escort this gift out of love. I pledge to provide Mary with orgasms whenever, and however, she desires with no expectation of reciprocation of any kind. Henceforth, I will not, nor will I allow anyone else, to cause me to orgasm without Mary’s permission. The frequency and manner of my orgasms will be entirely at Mary’s discretion. She is hereby also granted the prerogative to determine appropriate consequences for unauthorized orgasms, and to determine if I should be required to wear a device to prevent unauthorized orgasms. This gift shall remain in force during the entire life of our relationship.” With those final words he signed the certificate and handed the lock to her. Miss Ann signed as witness and gave Mary the paper.

“Thank you, dear. You may stand.” When he did she fastened the lock to his chastity device and with a hand gesture indicated that he should kneel again. The audience of witnesses applauded. It was all going so well. Mary was wearing a wraparound skirt, which she now undid and let fall to the floor, with the words, “You may now please me orally.”

She had no underwear on, but she was wearing a sanitary napkin. Mary never wore those, preferring tampons. Then he realized that it was to demonstrate her condition and ease its removal. Mary was always horny when she got her period. Even though they had never had sex during that time, David knew she masturbated through it, as he once did. Her flow was always heaviest the first day or two of her period, when the pad was removed it was clear that’s where she was in her cycle. David looked up at her with silent pleading in his eyes. She just repeated the words of his pledge, “…whenever, and however, she desires…” with an odd smile.

Trying not to show too much hesitation, he bent to his task. The smell was overwhelming, he tried to stifle a gag response, he thought successfully. He pushed past that to put his tongue in her bloody pussy folds. The taste was metallic, and the sensation was very sticky. Eventually he was lying on the floor while she sat on his face. This position accentuated her flow and at times he could actually feel a little rivulet of blood running into his mouth. He could hear approving sounds from Mary and the audience as his efforts did seem to please her. After what seemed like an eternity he heard the familiar sounds of Mary’s orgasm. During her peak, juices that were both her arousal and her menstrual blood bathed his face.

She stood up and was provided a moist cloth to clean herself and a fresh pad. No one made a move to offer cleaning to David. Instead Mary just signaled him to resume the kneeling position as she rewrapped her skirt. Then it happened. A voice from the audience spoke up. It wasn’t Miss Ann, though he would always wonder if it wasn’t at least at her behest.

“Sister Mary, it appeared that your husband hesitated a little when instructed to please you. It also appeared that he was, shall we say, a little less than enthusiastic when he first encountered your sacred blood. Would you agree with those statements?”

“Yes, Sister Jane, I would. Although it was his very first with this request and he did comply without resistance.”

“True enough. While the decision is your’s, our little group was often the sounding board for our members on issues of domestic discipline,” Sister Jane continued with a smile. “Would you like some feedback?”

“Of course, Sister Jane,” Mary replied. Even David could see there was no other response she could make.

“I think I’m not alone in believing that some punishment is in order. Do others agree?” There was an almost unanimous nodding of heads and murmurs of assent. “Not terribly severe, but enough to let him know that in these matters your wishes are to be immediately and cheerfully complied with.”

“Of course, Sister Jane. I will address that issue as soon as we get home. Thank you for your feedback. Thanks to all of you.”

“Actually, Sister Mary, there is no need to wait till you return home. I always felt that punishment should come close to the crime in order to make the best impression. Besides I think we would all like to see how our newest member handles discipline.”

David wasn’t sure if Mary felt trapped or not, but he could see that she was, and by extension, him as well. He was going to be punished in front of these women, and there was nothing he, or even his wife, could do about it. In short order David was being led down the steps to the basement punishment room, his face still covered with Mary’s menstrual blood. The room was as he remembered it except that a large number of chairs were already arranged as a viewing gallery. The toilet was still there, its walls still not enclosed, he was not offered the use of it this time. As Mary fastened him to the punishment horse she managed to whisper in his ear, “I’m sorry, dear. You know I have to do this.” David nodded, as if responding to a question escort bayan about his bonds. “You know I can’t go easy on you either.” That last sent a chill down his back, but he nodded just the same. Of course she couldn’t, he thought.

As a measure of how deep his submission had already become he was more upset with himself for his hesitation in obeying than he was with Mary for surprising him with her request. One day under similar circumstances he wouldn’t even think of her as having any culpability at all. He was strangely calm considering his prior experience on this very spanking horse, but it was almost certainly because deep down his body just couldn’t believe that his lovely, sexy wife was going to punish him.

At last all of the ladies were seated in the basement gallery, and the excited anticipation was almost palpable in the tightly packed audience. Mary spoke with a commanding voice, “David, do you understand why you are being punished?”

Even though the ritual was a little different than with Miss Ann, he thought he could improvise well enough. “Yes, Ma’am. I was slow to comply with your command, and was not as enthusiastic as I should be when following your orders.”

“So you agree you should be punished?”

“Yes, Ma’am, please make me a better husband to you,” he hoped that would buy both of them some points.

“Very well then, your punishment will be 24 cane strokes.”

Mary raised the cane high and brought it down with a tremendous crack. It burned like fire all across both cheeks, but David held his breath and didn’t make a sound.

“One!” the witnesses all chorused in unison.

“Excuse me, Sister Mary,” a voice called out from the gallery. “I realize you may be a little short on experience and I was wondering if you would accept a little coaching?”

“Yes, of course, Sister Betty,” again with little other response open to her.

Sister Betty extracted herself from the audience and took the cane from Mary. “If you imagine a line parallel to his behind, and position yourself just behind that line, you will be able to see your target while at the same time being in a position for the full force of the blow to strike his bottom. Also stand far enough to the side so that the tip of the cane just reaches the far side of his opposite butt cheek.” She demonstrated her talk by getting into the position herself. “Now when you strike, swivel your hips as you PULL the cane through its arc and don’t slow down. His bottom will stop it when all of its energy has been absorbed by his rump. Like this.”

With that she swung the cane with a speed that could hardly be believed for a woman who had to be at least 50. The resounding crack almost echoed off the walls and a bright red stripe was already marking the place it hit. A stifled grunt came out of David’s mouth despite his best effort to hold it back.

“With a little practice you can control the position precisely, and line up stripes right next to each other.” Another horrible strike right next to the first stripe, it too becoming red immediately. David yelped at this blow. “Try that,” Betty said as she handed over the cane and resumed her seat to the light applause.

Mary adjusted her position and said, “You have embarrassed me in front of my friends!” And brought the cane down just as Betty had instructed.

CRACK! “AAOOOOWWW” David cried, “Two” the witnesses chorused.

CRACK! “AAAIIIIYYEEEEE!!” “Three!

THWACK! “AAAARRRRGGGHHHH! I’m sorry, Mary, I’m SORRY!” There was a definite sob in his voice. “Four!” shouted the group, though not as loud as some wondered about his language. Mary was quick to pick up on it.

“You embarrass me again!” Two more vicious blows in rapid succession. The witnesses shouted “Five! Six!” After a short pause she said, “You just earned six extra!”

David began sobbing real tears at this point. With great deliberation the blows kept coming while he tried to hold back the tears and exclamations. It was no use and he then tried to plead with her. His ass cheeks quivered with pain and fear.

CRACK! “AAAOOOOWWW I’m (sob) sorry, Mistress.” “Ten!”

CRACK! “YEEEEEE PLEASE Mistress!” “Eleven!”

CRACK! “OOOWWWWWW I promise I’ll be good! (sob) I PROMISE I’ll BE GOOD!” “Twelve!”

It was clear from the exclamations of the group that they were enjoying his punishment and his pleading. Some women had even discreetly put their hands into their panties and were working themselves into even higher states of arousal. The same women who had enjoyed his oral attentions a month ago were now equally enjoying his suffering.

Mary was concentrating on her caning posture and follow through, with a very determined look on her face. It was hard to tell if she was just gritting it out to ensure that she made a satisfactory showing to the ladies, or if she was really beginning to believe in the punishment she was inflicting on her helpless husband.

“I’ll do bursa eve gelen escort anything you want!” CRACK! “YEEEOOOWWW!!” “Sixteen!” Each blow elicited a scream and more futile thrashing at his bonds.

“PLEASE!” CRACK! “AAAIIIIYYEEEEE!! I’ll eat you again, better you’ll see.” “Seventeen!”

“PLEASE!” CRACK! “OOOWWWWWW!! Have (sob) mercy on me, Mistress!” “Eighteen!”

“I (sob) can’t (sob) take (sob) anymore.” CRACK “YEEEEEK!!” “Nineteen!”

“Doesn’t appear that you have much choice, David,” Mary said coolly, and resumed his caning. The last five strikes drew blood, and more screams but no more pleading or struggling. He hung over the saw horse, limp and exhausted. Just like the first time, he had completely forgotten about the extras. He would never know if she did it to continue to curry favor, or if it was an attempt to show him that it could have been worse if it hadn’t been her for the 24 strokes, but the next words from Mary were: “Would anyone from the group like to administer his extras? It was something of an offense to all of you as well. Sister Jane? Sister Betty?”

Betty declined, having got her strokes in during instruction. Not surprisingly, Jane was interested. She was wearing some sort of leather dress which she unzipped to reveal ample breasts. Standing over him she admonished, “You must learn proper manners in addressing women, especially in settings like this. The sooner you learn, the easier this all will be for you.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I am very sorry for giving offense.” David had found his voice again, and remembered that trying to beg off the extras would only make it worse.

“Very good. Of course you will still receive your additional six strokes.” Jane smiled wickedly.

They were terrible strokes, easily worse than any he had previously received, or at least they seemed so. He lost bladder control during the 4th or 5th stroke. Jane wiped some of the blood from his rump with her finger, then mixed it with some of Mary’s blood still on his face and held her finger to his mouth. He sucked the combined blood off her finger. “You two are bound by blood. Don’t forget it, or betray it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Jane unbound him from the horse and simply said, “Now go thank your wife for your discipline.”

Mary had already removed the wraparound skirt and pad to reveal her bloody flower, its petals glistening in reds and pinks.

“Thank you for correcting me, Mistress. I promise to do better. May I please you in gratitude?” David was winging the words, following something similar to what he did with Miss Ann.

“You’re welcome, dear David, and yes you may.”

So afraid of a repeat he dove right in without any hesitation at all and began to greedily lap up her juices. He thought he tasted the familiar flavor of her sexual arousal mixed in with the metallic taste of the blood. Surely it was just left over from his previous oral efforts, he thought. Mary crested powerfully and then recovering her composure looked down at him, “Oh dear, you look like you could use something to wash that down and a little clean up.”

“I can help with that,” a voice said from the back of the room. “Come forward Sister Rebecca.” Rebecca removed her skirt and pulled down her top to reveal nice breasts. Stepping over David she raised a leg and showered him with a strong yellow stream of her nectar. He swallowed some and the rest washed the blood from his face. When she was done she accepted some oral cleaning from him, but did not allow him to bring her to orgasm.

David was still a little dumbfounded about how the simple ceremony to celebrate his acceptance of his wife’s authority over their sex life had turned into a severe group punishment, or what her role exactly was in all of this. But one thing had gotten through to him in the last few months; it always made sense to make Mary happy and to try to support whatever she was doing. He thought he knew what needed to be done. Still on the floor he raised himself to his knees and turned to Mistress Jane, “Thank you for your role in my punishment and for your assistance to my Mistress. May I show appreciation to you with some service?”

Mistress Jane smiled broadly, and looked over to Mary. “Well you do have a smart one, Sister Mary. I do believe with a little training he will work out very nicely for you!” Then turning to David, “Yes you may,” and with that she bared her sex for him.

Here there was no mistake, the taste and scent of arousal was high in Mistress Jane’s pussy. She had clearly been turned on by his punishment. She was so aroused that it took very little time to bring her to a massive, squirting orgasm.

Then he was allowed to stand and go back upstairs where Mary and several of the women cleaned and treated his wounds while he lay face down on Miss Ann’s bed. Everyone was acting cheery and friendly, as if nothing untoward had happened. Apparently his puzzlement at the seeming disconnect was noticeable to one of the ladies.

“That’s what makes this sort of relationship work so well. Infractions are dealt with and then it’s over; no silent treatment, no grudges, no passive aggressive retaliation later,” she said. Mary was smiling and nodding in agreement. It was good to know that he was OK with Mary, but it all was still a little hard to understand.

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Being self employed sometimes has it benefits like the fact that I can make my own hours, although today I had a full day ahead of me. I was up and ready to leave while my wife was in the shower and the kids were eating breakfast and getting ready for school. I headed in to say goodbye to my lovely wife and as I opened the bathroom door I was hit with a cloud of steam. I slowly move the curtain and popped my head in and watched her form the back of the shower. She was shaving her legs and smile when she saw me watching. Taking the razor she slowly slid it up her thigh towards her sweet spot. Dropping the razor she took her fingers and slowly slid them back and forth over her outer lips opening her legs so I could see everything. She knew I had to run or I would have been naked in a flash and on my knees in the shower licking her. Winking she leaned closes and kissed me quickly on the lips and pulled the curtain shut. “Love you, have a good day.” She called out. “Love you too. ” I was out the door.

I got my crews set up for the day and out working and was in my truck heading out to meet some potential new clients. All morning long I couldn’t get the image of my beautiful wife in the shower stroking her lips out of my head. I am sure she knew this would be in my head all day and that why she did it. She knows how to tease me! I was sitting in y truck looking up the address of my first visit and before I knew it I was there almost 15 minutes day dreaming about my wife. Shit I was late now, I called my client to apologize and let them know I was on my way. I also sent a text to my wife and let her know what just happened as I am sure she would be thrilled to know what she did to me. My phone was sitting in its holder on the dash when her reply came across. I was a little disappointed thinking I would get a better response than that; I knew she was still at home with the kids waiting for the bus then she would head into her office. Oh well maybe her morning wasn’t a smooth as she likes.

I was sitting with my new client; they were not made with me being late and were thrilled with the bid I gave them for remodeling their courtyard and grounds. Yes I am a landscaper. When my phone went off, I had it on vibrate as usual when I am with clients and I glanced down and saw the numbers 311. Whoa I haven’t seen that in a while, it was from my wife. This was a little code we used when we first got smart phones to let the other know something private was about to come across. I was standing at the table going over drawings with my client; I put my phone back in my belt clip. Friggen otter box, it fell to the floor and before I could get it he picked it up.

“Wow nice legs, who is that?”

He handed me my phone back quickly.

“Sorry I shouldn’t pry; my wife and I do things like that sometimes.”

I smiled and kind of nodded and he knew it was a picture of my wife.

“You are a lucky man; she has nice legs. Aren’t you going to look?”

“I didn’t want you to think that my phone was more important that what we were discussing.”

“Trust me I don’t have a problem with it and if I were you I would be checking out that message.”

I took his advice and looked at my phone, buy this time the preview screen had gone so I unlocked it and opened the message. Damn, she looked good; it was my wife taking a mirror selfie to show me what she was wearing to work today. She had a short bursa escort bayan black knit dress with sheer black hose and her boots! Oh wow she looked so hot; she knows I love that dress and she specifically played to my fetish for pantyhose! I smiled and put my phone securely back on my belt and tried to refocus my thoughts on the task at hand. I felt my phone vibrate three more times the next 30 minutes as I finished up going over the fine details and signed the contract with my new client. We shook hands and he winked at me,” like I said you are a lucky man.”

I sat in my truck and opened my messages on my phone two from my wife and one from another client on schedule for today. I opened the business one first as I was afraid I just lost some work. They just wanted to reschedule and needed me to be there at 1:00. This was a good thing now I could meet the wife for lunch. I opened her messages and got that warm feeling all through my body. She was sitting in the recliner with her feet up and one booted foot crossed over the other. Man I wanted to get those boots off and get to her feet, my other fetish. What the hell was she doing to me? The second one was a video clip titled, “Earlier this morning”. Touching play my cock immediately hardened in my pants, she had propped her phone on something and I watched as she slid her painted toes into her sheer black hose. Then the other foot and she slowly slid them up her legs, I didn’t even realize it but I was squeezing my cock through my pants as I was now hard as a rock. When she got to just below her pussy the video stopped. “FUCK” I wanted more now. This was going to be a long day!

I put my earpiece in and called her office, ready to ask her why she was torturing me. She answered and every time I tried to talk about it she changed the subject. She seemed distracted a bit so I didn’t push it. We talked about her day so far, it was only 10:00 a.m. and she said she was having a bad morning. I told her about my schedule change and we arranged for me to bring her some lunch. As I arrived at my next client some 30 minutes later I got more text messages from my wife.

“Sorry I was a bit distracted when we were on the phone. I just had things I was doing and it was hard to focus.”

Wow that was odd, usually she says a bit more in her messages so I opened the next one and there was a picture of her feet on the desk without her boots on. Man she has sexy feet and toes and her hose had sheer toes so I could clearly see her pink polish. Shit there goes that feeling in my pants again. Then the last one was another video. My mouth was going dry as I hit play. She was holding the phone as she unzipped her boots one at a time and slowly slid her feet out of them. I watched as she put them on her desk and slowly rubbed them together. She would show her arch then flex her toes, she took her right foot and slowly slid it from the toe of her left foot down the top to her ankle and as she did her legs opened a bit. I could see her slide her hand along her right leg down to her knee as she slide her foot back up. I could hear her talking in the background but honestly I didn’t pay attention. I had to watch this again, my cock was throbbing now and I was getting hornier by the second. Watching it again I could hear her better now and it hit me, she was talking to me while doing this. Man I love this women, I was going to do bursa anal yapan escort whatever she wanted tonight. I sat there for a few minutes before heading in for my next appointment.

What a complete fucking mess, I just spent the last hour going over details with an arrogant prick who figured that I was nothing more than a lawn boy. This restaurant chain had large lawns as a part of their green appeal and needed some detailed care. After detailing everything he looked at me and said he had already signed with someone else. When he told me who it was I laughed out loud, I knew that guy and his crew and knew full well how he operated. I looked this guy in the eyes and did something I rarely did.

“Well I want to thank you for wasting the last hour of my time. Since you had already signed with someone else you could have at least canceled with me. I know you thought I would suddenly lower my bid to get your work and normally I would have but since you decided to play games with me I won’t. Have a nice day.”

I was on the verge of saying some choice things but decided not to, I was so mad I had completely forgotten about everything my wife had sent me earlier. I sat in my truck for a moment calling this asshole every name I could think of and when it was all said and done I was all yelled out and felt better. I texted my wife and told her I was on my way. I picked up our lunch and headed to her office. I said hello to everyone as I walked by and headed to her office. When I got there she was on the phone and smiled at me pointing to the table. I got everything set up and sat there with my back to her as she finished her call. I was still fuming about the asshole I just left and was about to tell her about it when she walked up behind me and slowly slide the food out of the way.

She straddled me leaning in she kissed me hard thrusting her tongue into my mouth like never before.

“My pussy has needed you since this morning when you stuck your head into the shower.”

Moving back she sat on the table, lifting her feet she placed her boots on my shoulders and lifted her ass a bit to pull up her dress. I could see much to my pleasure that she had cut the gusset out of her hose and her pussy lips were swollen and moist.

“Take my boots off, NO with your teeth; unzip them with your teeth.”

I didn’t hesitate nor did I care if anyone walked in. I slowly undid her boots all the while staring at her sweet pussy. She was gently teasing her outer lips as she leaned up on one elbow watching me perform my task. When I got the zipper all the way down I put my nose as far into her boot as I could, I love the smell of her feet mixed with leather. I felt her slide her boot against me and I knew it was coming off. She took her foot and placed it square on my face my nose buried under her toes. God this was great, I kissed her sole as she flexed her toes pressing harder into my face. She removed her foot reached up and taking a hand full of my hair pulled me face first into her pussy. I licked softly on her outer lips teasing her and making her wetter. She still held me by my hair and took her other hand and placed her fingers on either side of her bud making it stick out further. I kissed it softly then started to slide the tip of my tongue in circles around it occasionally hitting her fingers. I knew what was bursa rus escort happening as I could feel her hips start to move and her hand griping my hair tighter. When I slid a finger into her she went over the edge, she has never squirted although I have tried but this was close. I could feel her juices soaking my fingers and taste it on my tongue. I drank in all I could but it was too much and my goatee was soaked.

Without warning she sits up reaches down and rips open my pants. I stood up to make it easier for her and dropped them to my feet. I have never felt her squeeze my cock so hard and I liked it. She pulled me right up to her pussy and I slid in easily. I knew what she wanted and was going to do it. She wrapped her feet around me and I grabbed her hose covered thighs and started fucking her as hard and fast as I could. I was about to cum so I slowed down and stopped, she looked at me like I was a dead man. I took the head of my cock and slowly ran it up and over her clit; she moaned softly and tried to move her pussy up so I would slide into her.

“Now finish me now I am so close!”

That was my cue, I fucked her as hard as I could, the table slid on the tile floor making some nose but neither one of us cared. When my orgasm hit I almost collapsed, my legs went weak and all the blood rushed form me head. I held on to her thighs and leaned into her. I could see her face and I knew she was coming, her lips were pressed together and she smiled! I placed my hands on the table and leaned forward, I didn’t want to move. I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock like she was milking my last drop out. I was still semi hard when she took her foot placed in on my chest and pushed me quickly back into my chair. I could see her gaping sweet pussy soaked with our juices and she placed her hose covered foot on my cock and slowly pressed on it like she would be stepping on the brake in her car. I lover foot jobs hell I loved her feet period and anytime she touched me with them I was in heaven. I could feel the high from my orgasm subsiding a bit and she did something completely unexpected. My sexy wife took her foot and moved it from my cock to my lips. I could see the mixture of our juices and was a bit unsure about this. We had talked about it; well I had talked about it but never really thought about it. I could see her looking at me as I slowly licked under her toes. That was her cue, she forced them into my mouth and I had no choice but to suck them clean. Looking down a bit I could still see her pussy, it pulsed with every beat of her hear and slowly our mix started to slide out. As I licked and sucked her toes she reached down and slid her finger in scooping it out and quickly sucking it from her fingers.

“That’s a good lunch.”

I was speechless and I couldn’t move, seeing her do that was fantastic for me. She took one more taste then hopped off the table and went into her private bathroom. I waited my turn but when she came out she stopped me.

” Nope I want you to finish the rest of your day with my scent on you.”

She kissed me and we stood there holding each other for minutes, I didn’t want to go I could have spent the rest of my day there with her. I could see the clock and knew I had to go and she needed to get back to work. I kissed her and headed for the door.

“I think we need more lunches like this.”

She smiled, “Wait for dinner, the kids are going to my mother’s tonight and we have reservations!”

I smiled and headed out as I passed her assistant she smiled at me and I knew she was well aware of what happened in there. At the door I looked back and she was heading onto my wife’s office. This was a great day, no matter what happened the rest of the day I was on cloud nine waiting for dinner.

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It’s been a couple of years since I wrote anything to post, but lately I’ve been having desires and cravings that I’ve enjoyed thinking about and I thought I’d share them with the Literotica community. I’ll see how they’re received and if folks are interested and enjoying them based on feedback, which I highly encourage, positive or critical. I’ll continue with them if there is interest. I hope my written words conjure up interesting images in your minds.

To start off with I’m a happily married, professional 50 year old Caucasian man and lately I’ve been very “curious” and had a strong craving to try something that I’d never really thought about in my younger days, nor have I ever actually done. This first fetish/desire is along those lines… actually combining two of them into one fantasy tale.

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Lately I’ve been having an urge, a craving, to be with a man, to put it bluntly, simply to suck his cock, nothing in return and go no further. I just want to know what it feels like in my mouth. But I’ve also had this fantasy, fetish, desire… recently I love piss play… with myself up till now (I can go into more detail if anyone is interested, message me)

My fantasy goes like this… From whatever means, be it Craigslist or casual encounter, I find the right guy, preferably married, white, no particular body shape, similar situation as me so as to guarantee being discrete. As we get to know one another I’m able to tell him what I’ve dreamed of. We eventually get to a point of arranging and scheduling an encounter and it goes something like this…

I arrange to show up at his place shortly after he wakes up one Tuesday morning, after his wife has left for work and before he’s had his morning piss. He answers his door in his robe, I come in, I close the door, I smile and I simply get on my knees in front of him. I untie his robe slowly, while looking up at him and open it to find his half erect cock. I can tell he’s been anxiously bursa escort waiting for me to arrive, but I can also tell that he has done as we’d agreed and not pee’d yet as he’s almost dancing on the balls of his feet with the overwhelming need to go. I don’t touch him with my hands, I simply take his half soft cock in my mouth and hold it there, lips tight around the warm organ… looking up into his eyes as he closes his eyes trying to focus. He’s never done this before and it isn’t something that just happens. I told him he’d need to concentrate the first couple of times.

I patiently wait, not moving, not wanting to break his focus. I feel and taste a dribble, a few drops, it stops… then a little more… it stops again… then finally, the flood… he’s able to relax the necessary muscles and simply release. I keep a tight seal around him with my lips not wanting any to leak out onto the tile foyer floor. I struggle at first, this is my first time also. As I try to keep up… swallowing while keeping the tight seal… gulping as quickly as I can… it must be half a gallon of hot piss filling my mouth and now my stomach. It tastes amazing, better than I ever imagined. I’ve only tasted my own first piss of the day once, it’s usually the 2nd piss of the day that I get to enjoy once my wife has left for work.

I sense the slowing of his stream and I am proud of myself for not letting a drop escape my mouth. When I sense that he’s finished and my belly feels full, sloshing a little, I shake his cock as every man does after a piss, only I do it with mouth suction action instead of a hand, making sure to get every ounce out of him.

He smiles down at me and tells me how amazing that was… He’d been a bit wary of it all when I first brought up the subject with him, but I had a feeling he’d love it once he experienced it… as would I.

I still don’t let go of him with my mouth, but I do run my bursa suriyeli escort hands up the front of his thighs, up towards his hairy belly which was a nice surprise to see when I opened the robe, along with the full bush surrounding his nice, average cock.

Now that the initial excitement and sensory overload is over of me simply dropping to my knees and latching on to him, I catch the faint hint, the mild whiff of his manhood… just as I’d hoped for. Since he’d just gotten out of bed I knew his balls were slightly sweaty, as all men’s are first thing in the morning after being snuggled under the covers all night. I personally love the scent and aroma of my balls first thing in the morning and enjoy rubbing them and then deeply breathing in the aroma from my fingers, does anyone else enjoy that or is it just me?

I run my hands up over his hairy belly and run them up as far as I can reach from my kneeled position on the floor. My mouth working his cock, suckling it, feeling it slowly grow… expand… harden… The head, so smooth feels amazing as I roll my tongue over it, around and around. I then start moving my head back and forth a little… truly sucking a cock for the first time… holy fuck, I’m really doing this… I can’t believe it as I feel my heart pounding… I’m sure he can hear it way up there.

My hands move back down his torso and I take one hand and cup his heavy hanging balls… another wonderfully pleasant surprise as I love the feel of my own as they dangle between my legs. I feel him put his hands on my head, just guiding me back and forth… I suck on him, I lightly pull on his balls… stretching them ever so slightly downward… this is something I absolutely love and hope he will too. It’s an amazing sensation… I’m sucking, I’m touching, I’m exploring, I’m playing.

I let his cock pop out of my mouth and I lift it up to his belly and görükle escort I bury my face in his ball sack… I mean really bury it in there and I breathe in as hard as I can while lapping at his balls… oh my god the aroma is beyond words… I nuzzle in more, breathing deeply time and time again while stroking his cock over my head. He opens his legs a little wider apparently enjoying my tongue action. I get a little lower and angle my head back so I can truly get underneath him and lick behind his balls, my tongue wanting to lap up every bit of his musk. My tongue darts towards his asshole, barely touching it, he doesn’t seem to mind but I don’t want to do too much our first time, so I lick my way back to the front and take his now concrete hard cock into my mouth, having to work hard to bend it back down so I can take it. I start to fuck him with my mouth, he grabs my head again and starts to face fuck me a little. I moan, letting the vibrations on his cock know that I’m enjoying myself and to keep doing what he’s doing.

I try to open my throat to let him in, this is all new to me and I’m not sure what I’m capable of handling… he hits the back of my throat a few times and this is something I’ll continue to work on… hopefully with him, as now I’m hooked on this and I’ll want it to happen again and again…

I feel his balls draw up, I feel the head of his cock swell… it’s time… the moment of truth… what I’ve been wanting… to taste another man’s load of cum. My eyes are watering as the back of my throat has been pounded a few times. He grabs my head harder and then suddenly he stops moving and I feel a rush of hot, thick fluid hitting the back of my throat. I swallow as much as I can and then just let the rest fill my mouth as it pumps twice, three times… four times… the taste on my tongue is beyond description… never tasted before… but I love it…

I suckle him, feeling him soften in my mouth… eventually I open and just let him fall out, all while looking up at him. I gulp down the last of his generous gift to me and I stand. We smile, I turn, I open the door and I walk out… Hoping for an email from him by the time I get home with an invitation to do it again. Soon. And I go back to being the typical guy next door, husband, father, professional.

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[This is a chapter in a series; it will make more sense if you read the earlier chapters first, but you need not do that to enjoy it. This story does involve both bodily excretory functions, including menstruation, and some significant disciplining, so if any of that bothers you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.]

***

Ralph and his cousin Molly found themselves spending more time together. Fortunately, they didn’t go to the same school, but they both were 18 and seniors, so they were able to coordinate their schedules. They did have to be careful because both Ralph’s mom, Janet, and her sister, Molly’s mother, Ralph’s Aunt Kay, were intent on making certain that the two 18-year-olds did not engage in intimacy.

Ralph was frequently spanked by Janet, and Molly endured an even sterner regime set by Kay. Kay had learned that Molly had been intimate with some boys who were in her classes, so she supervised her closely. She had not learned about Molly’s liaison with Ralph, because that had occurred at Janet’s house and Kay had not been present, nor had Janet.

Molly was coming into her own sexually at 18. She had a marvelous figure and a fantastic face. She had been letting only a couple of her male classmates get intimate with her, and found she loved being felt up—from her blossoming firm tits to her tight quim. If having it off with her cousin Ralph was wrong, she could care less, especially since she adored Ralph’s major-league cock and the way his thrusting turned her on.

They had grown up together. Janet and her sister Kay never realized that Molly had watched Ralph being spanked and Ralph had stared between Molly’s legs when she was being taken across her mom’s lap. They teased each other but when they were together alone after being disciplined, they began to check each other out. One afternoon at her house, when they were home alone, their mothers still being at work, Molly decided to let Ralph come into the bathroom and watch her pee.

As he watched, amazed at how different girls did it from him, he asked Molly if he could pee between her legs. He unzipped his fly and aimed right in the opening at the front of the seat, so his pee stream went into the bowl without hitting her hairy cunt. (She only began shaving down there a little later.)

Once she was at his house and suddenly said she had to go into the bathroom. Ralph followed and found Molly crying on the toilet, her panties down and with a major red stain in the crotch.

“Ralph, this is serious, I just got my period,” she said, “can you find a tampon or pad in your mom’s closet?”

“She keeps them right in the bathroom closet, Moll,” Ralph answered, trying to deal with his first encounter with a real live girl menstruating.

He opened the door to the bathroom closet and saw a big Tampax box and a smaller one with Always on it that had what looked to be maxipads. He told Molly and she asked him to get her one of each. She had lost her reticence at disclosing her period quickly and wiped her quim clean and then carefully inserted the tampon into her vaginal opening, withdrawing the applicator and flipping it into the trash bin, which had a movable lid. Then she took the pad and put it in the crotch of a fresh pair of white panties, wrapping its wings around the outside of the crotch. She had taken off the blood-stained panties and now slipped the ones with the pad on and pulled them securely around her midsection.

Molly became less and less enamored of Kay’s relentless supervision. But despite Molly’s resistance, which was becoming more pronounced, Kay would make her pull down her panties when she came home from a date so Kay could see if there were any suspicious cum stains in the panty crotch. Molly naturally was finding this insulting and obnoxious. Kay in fact had eased off after Molly proceeded during one of these intimate inspections on the toilet to pull her labia open and say nastily to her mother: “Here, I’ll hold my cunt open so you can stick your finger up me and see if I’ve been fucking anyone.”

Kay did proceed to take Molly across her lap and give her a very severe spanking, but the incident upset Kay enough so that she agreed to stop making Molly pull down her panties to be checked out. Kay complained to Janet that Molly was getting out of control and that was when Janet thought about taking Ralphie to Andrea’s again for a refresher spanking and training; she mentioned it to Kay and suggested that this might also be helpful to her in dealing with Molly. Kay figured this might begin to restrain Molly before she became totally promiscuous.

Janet was aware of Kay’s concerns but was more worried about Ralphie’s problems at school. Kitty Merrivale had almost failed him because he acted up in class and in that instance, had been looking up all of the girls’ skirts. This was not his only time when he misbehaved. Kitty had spoken to other teachers who were not as intent as Kitty was to let parents know about bad student conduct; these teachers bursa escort confirmed her experience with Ralph, so his tendency to misbehave was generally known among the faculty.

Janet now told Kay she would arrange for both Ralph and Molly to visit Andrea and Joan to receive some needed disciplining. Janet told her sister about her experience in spending time with the well-off Joan and her siblings at their sumptuous house. Janet even admitted to Kay that there had been a good deal of intimacy—involving both sex and discipline—on her part and that Kay might be both spanked and fucked.

Kay’s face showed her surprise and embarrassment about even discussing these matters, but she told Janet that this might not be a bad idea.

“I realize that Molly, despite all my supervision, has been having sex already,” Kay said plainly, “so perhaps it would be good for her to learn from women closer to her age than we are about the importance of protection and contraception. I have had her get birth control pills, by the way, and she says she is taking them.”

Janet figured it was better that she not describe whatever she knew about Ralph’s sexual experience. She knew that he had had sex with Emily, Joan’s sister, and the next time with Joan herself; she was totally embarrassed and wouldn’t even think about the plain fact that she had had sex then with him, too.

She contacted Andrea, who was her friend although almost 25 years younger. Andrea and her husband-to-be Ken, who was Joan’s brother, had made Janet’s time visiting them quite amazing, because they did spank her but also made love to her and left her totally wanting more. She was still a bit wary of Joan, because although Joan was the youngest of four siblings, she had been empowered by her mother’s will to run the house and also to discipline everyone who lived her at her discretion, including the several staff that the family employed.

Andrea was pleased to hear from her, and that Janet wanted to come over again, accompanied by her sister, son, and niece, and stay for a few days. The house was huge and had plenty of room for visitors to each have their own room, usually with ensuite bathroom. Each sibling had a commodious set of rooms, too. Downstairs, some of the staff lived in, so there was always someone to call on.

They all arrived on a Friday afternoon when there was a school holiday for several days at the start of the next week. Andrea welcomed them and was her usual generous and warm self in chatting and asking questions of the two younger people, demonstrating a real interest in them. After a while, she told Ralph and Molly that they would be going to spend some time with Joan and that Andrea would keep the two sisters, Janet and Kay, occupied.

Molly had heard a little about Joan and was a bit worried, because she knew Joan was a true disciplinarian. Andrea confided in her that Joan might indeed spank her but that her future sister-in-law was a very loving person who would show her things no one else might know how to teach her.

Ralph and his cousin arrived in Joan’s very large master suite and were welcomed by the petite but very assertive Joan herself, still clad in her navy suit and crisp blouse, hose, and pumps that she had worn to her office that day. This made Joan seem older than her age of 24, and quite sophisticated.

She thanked Andrea, who then departed, and offered both of her guests drinks and had Rachel, her personal maid, bring in some canapes as well. The drinks were not stiff, although they were alcoholic. It was summer and Joan enjoyed a gin-and-tonic. She explained to Ralph and Molly that being able to drink and stop after one was an important skill to develop.

“I understand that you two are here, however, because you have been naughty,” she announced after they had all relaxed a bit over their drinks. Molly looked upset but Joan calmed her, saying that she had learned that everyone needed some discipline to get their life straight.

Joan told her how her own mother had disciplined her and her siblings often. “You have to learn to take it before you can be good at giving it,” she explained. “I’m now mostly in the giving department,” she added with confidence. Ralph said that he still hadn’t gotten to like being spanked by anyone.

Joan then told them both that they were going to be spanked by her but that after that, they would likely enjoy what would come next. Molly decided to keep cool because she hoped Joan’s spanking wouldn’t be as hurtful—both physically and emotionally—as Kay’s punishments were.

“Ralph,” Joan began, “I’m informed that you are still misbehaving at school and that your teachers are writing notes to your mother about how naughty you are.” She waved away his aborted efforts to answer the charge and diminish its significance. Then she told him to unbuckle his belt, unzip and unbutton his trousers, pull down his undershorts, and get across her lap.

The speed with which he complied with Joan’s bursa eve gelen escort orders surprised Molly, who was unaware then that Ralph had previously had it off with Joan. She was impressed with Joan’s ability to command, despite being a petite redhead who was admittedly well-dressed and had what appeared to be a natural air of being in charge. Molly was now staring at her cousin’s bottom as he lay across Joan’s lap. Joan was already spanking his bottom cheeks alternately, gradually increasing the speed and the intensity of the spanks.

As his bottom got redder, Joan started using her wooden hairbrush. She also was now using her finger, which started at the base of Ralph’s scrotum and then moved up that sac and his shaft to the glans and tip of his penis. Molly noticed that Ralph’s cock was now erect and hard. Joan had him stand before he lost control and spurted on her lap. Then she led him to a table and told him to grasp the other side and keep his legs well apart.

She returned with a thin, whippy yellow cane. She tested its flexibility by swinging it with a swish through the air. Then she lay it across his red bottom and flicked it with her wrist twice to impart two stinging strokes in rapid succession. Ralph let out a scream and pleaded that it hurt a lot. Molly was certain that it did, but she found herself wanting to see Joan give Ralph more, even though she knew she would likely receive similar treatment.

Joan did proceed to give Ralph “six of the best” and then “gated” his bottom by applying two strokes diagonally across the six earlier ones. This did lead to some extended screaming and tears from Ralph. Joan then told him he could get up and go sit on the soft cushion she had placed on a chair.

“Ralph,” she said sternly, “I don’t want to hear about you getting little notes home from teachers about your looking up skirts. You’re getting too old for behaving like a little boy.”

Having suitably chastened Ralph, she then summoned Molly with her index finger.

Molly was very fearful now, but she did what Joan had gestured at her to do. She stood in front of the diminutive Joan and stayed still while Joan rucked up her short skirt and told her to hold it up above her waist. Then she unceremoniously pulled Molly’s little white panties down to her knees and told her to get across Joan’s lap.

Joan then began to spank her and tease her in a way similar to how she had stimulated Ralph. She ran her finger through Molly’s legs, pressing into the furrow there as Molly was reacting both to Joan’s finger pressing on her labia and clit while her other hand was spanking her bottom with heightened intensity. Joan even insinuated her finger into Molly’s cute little bottom-hole, which was a completely new experience for Molly. She felt she would probably orgasm soon, but Joan recognized that, too, and stopped the spanking and the fingering.

Ralph found watching Molly get spanked to be fascinating. He had fucked her but now he had a much clearer view of his cousin’s cunt and bottom-hole; he realized he was getting entranced by seeing female anatomy up close.

Joan had Molly sit on another soft cushion on a chair and then sweetly told them both that they had taken their discipline well so she would reward them. She knew that they had very limited sexual experience, so she walked them into her impressive bedroom adjoining the sitting room where they had been spanked.

Once there, she invited them to help her shed her clothing. Ralph unbuttoned her blouse and removed it while Molly proceeded to unhook and remove Joan’s bra. Joan had tits that were perfectly proportioned to her petite size, and she enjoyed having both Ralph and Molly caress and admire them.

Joan unzipped and slipped off her skirt and flipped off her pumps. She then efficiently rolled her hose down and off.

Molly was impressed by Joan’s prominent chest and her willingness to display it in front of them. Even though Joan was only six years older than both Ralph and her, Molly looked at Joan’s lovely pale lime lingerie, featuring both a lacy bra and panties with decorative lace, and felt Joan was quite advanced compared to her in terms of womanly sophistication. Of course, Molly thought, Joan was quite well-off as the plush condition of the enormous house she ruled indicated.

Molly smiled as she looked at Joan and then Joan told them both to get comfortable, by which she meant for them to strip down. Molly already had her panties at her knees and Ralph’s shorts had been pulled down as well. They took off the rest of their clothing and placed the items neatly on a sideboard in Joan’s bedroom.

Meanwhile, Joan slowly lowered her pretty panties and both Molly and Ralph gaped at her beautifully trimmed pubes and her charming pussy nestled beneath her redhaired mons veneris.

Joan realized that the spanking and her finger had made Molly quite wet and left Ralph on the edge of spurting. Happily bursa otele gelen escort nude, she lay in the middle of the large comfortable bed and beckoned the two to lie on either side of her. She had them both position themselves on their backs. Then Joan moved so she was above and facing Ralph, with her well-trimmed quim right over his face. As she lowered herself on to his face, she knew that Ralph would begin to lick her spread labia, which glistened with her vaginal juices.

Ralph enjoyed licking her cunt because he loved the sweet taste of her femininity. He also liked the way she began to react by moving her bottom around and he was able to play with her sizeable tits until the nipples became erect. Joan then told him she wanted him inside her and he moved back on the bed so his hard cock was positioned right below Joan’s quim. She reached down and guided it into her hot tunnel and her vaginal walls tightened around his member.

Now Ralph was afraid that he would cum too soon, but Joan urged him to move in and out of her and to remain outside when he felt his internal pressure to cum rising. She knew he would not be able to control his ejaculation for very long, but she felt he was performing nicely. In a few more minutes, she let him cum inside her as she was ready and came herself very shortly afterward.

She drew herself up from being above Ralph to going next to him to place her face between Molly’s legs and start licking Molly’s shaved pussy. Molly was not used to feeling a talented tongue like Joan’s in her most sensitive places, so she started bucking from the excitement and Ralph looked on, fascinated by her arousal. He felt himself getting hard again as he stared at Molly’s glistening lower lips.

Joan then beckoned him with her finger to go ahead and get atop Molly, holding himself over her frame but not lying on her as his arms held him above her. Joan took his hard cock and slipped it right into Molly’s sopping vagina. Now Ralph knew what to do, moving in and out in his thrusting as Molly seemed lost in paroxysms of excitement. Even though, he and Molly had fucked, usually quickly and with little feeling, Ralph had not previously experienced having sex with a woman so turned on and roaring with desire.

Molly clasped her arms around him. Her blonde hair was wet too, now, and shook as she moved her head in rhythm with Ralph’s moving in and out of her. She had never been so cranked and was too engaged to be able to think about anything. It wasn’t long before the youthful Ralph exceeded his extended time before spurting, time he had gained by his first coitus with Joan.

He felt his orgasm rising through his cock and then he thrilled as he felt it surge out of him into Molly’s waiting cunt. She exploded in orgasm after orgasm, until she seemed to expire out of sheer sexual exhaustion. They both looked as if they would fall asleep or otherwise just pass out.

Joan moved back next to them and helped Ralph to dismount and return to lying beside her. He started to hold and kiss her by way of thanking her for this incredible time where he got to enjoy being inside her and then fuck the combustible Molly who drained everything he had left in him.

Joan had Ralph lift Molly’s legs and hold them up. Ralph was struck by the beauty of seeing Molly’s quim in this position and then behind it was her delicate little puckered bottom-hole. Joan told Ralph to keep holding her legs up as Molly had lost all sense of propriety and exulted in displaying her sopping cunt and pretty anal star to them both.

Joan was now standing next to them and it was Molly’s turn to feel the sting of her cane on her bottom as it was held in the diaper position.

Joan teased Molly between giving her crisp stinging strokes by poking the cane lightly along Molly’s puffed-up labia and grazing her prominent clit with the cane’s tip. Molly was too wound up even to scream at the stinging strokes as Joan flicked the little cane with her wrist and red stripes appeared on Molly’s alabaster bottom. After the second stroke, though, Molly started to feel the cane’s sting and she made much more noise. The walls of the mansion contained it all.

Joan moved the cane back and gently slipped the tip into Molly’s puckered anal rosette. Molly reacted with excitement, but Joan withdrew the cane’s tip after a very short stay inside Molly’s anus.

Finally, she ended the castigation and told Ralph and Molly that she needed some oral attention from them. She lay back on the bed with her legs spread and her lovely trimmed bush looming above her own smooth labia and clit poking out from between them at the top of her slit. Ralph began to lick her and then Molly asked to be able to suck her pussy. She got between Joan’s legs and applied her tongue to exciting Joan. Joan was now quite aroused, and she reached into the night table and withdrew a huge pink dildo which she handed to Molly, directing her to insert it nice and slowly into her needy cunt.

****

While Joan was both punishing and having sex with both Molly and Ralph, their mothers were in Andrea’s rooms first having tea and pastries with her. Andrea was a gracious hostess, being more outgoing than her fiancé Ken or any of his three sisters. Her gorgeous blonde hair made her charm even more overpowering. She had Janet and Kay literally eating out of her hand.

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My wife and I had met an older couple through her work and as we got to know them better we all struck up a pretty good friendship and started to see them more and more. We all seemed to have quite a bit in common and we went to their home on many occasions or they came to ours and we always had a good time. Sometimes we would play cards after dinner, or sometimes just sit and talk. They were really a lot of fun to be with. As time went on our friendship grew and the four of us became closer. Their names were Ken and Annie, and at the time I would guess that they were somewhere in their mid-sixties while we were still in our late thirties.

One Saturday I had gone over to their house to give Ken a hand in moving some heavy furniture and after we were finished he and I sat down in the living room to enjoy a beer before I headed home. Annie had gone somewhere that morning and Ken and I were the only ones in the house at the time. I remember that we talked for a while and somehow our conversation got on the subject of x-rated videos. We talked about some of the videos that we had seen and particularly liked, then, very casually, he told me that he and Annie had a nice collection of videos that they had gathered over the years. I was a little surprised but didn’t show it. For some reason I just never thought that they were the type of people who were into sex videos. My wife and I had occasionally wondered aloud to each other what their sex life might be like. On many occasions Annie had hinted to my wife that she and Ken were quite active sexually. Even though the four of us had become very close friends I realized that Ken and I never really talked intimately about sex before, at least not on a personal level, and I had a feeling that this was where the conversation was going.

I had the feeling that Ken had something on his mind but was going slowly because he wasn’t sure what my reaction would be. As our conversation continued it got more and more personal until we started talking about some of our sexual fantasies. Finally Ken asked if I would like another beer. As he stood up he hesitated a moment as he said, “You may not know this but Annie is a very sexual woman with very strong sexual desires and needs, if fact I guess we both are. We’ve really had what we both consider a very good sex life over the years. We have tried to experience a lot of different things. Some of them were even what you might call a little kinky!” He said with a smile. Then he paused for a moment and got a very serious look on his face as he said, “To be truthful with you a fantasy that I have had for years is to watch another man fuck Annie!”

When he returned to the room he handed me my beer and sat back down in his chair and said, “Did my fantasy shock you?”

“No,” I said, “Gail and I are very sexual too and as long as we are talking about fantasies, let me tell you about one that I have had for a long time,” I hesitated, “it’s to fuck Annie!” Then I added. “She is a very sexy lady!”

Ken smiled and was quiet for a moment then he said, “I was really hoping that would be your response, maybe we should try to arrange something. But what about your wife Gail, how would she react to that idea?”

“Gail already knows about it! We discussed it soon after we met you two. Gail said that if it ever happened she only has one condition.”

“What is it?” Ken asked.

“That she must be there too.” I answered quietly.

Ken looked a pleased as he nodded his head. I don’t think he thought it would go this easily. “What would Annie say to the idea of me fucking her?” I asked him.

“Well, actually she started hinting at the idea quite a while ago. Lately her hints and suggestions started getting more and more obvious until one day we just had a long talk about it. I don’t have a problem with the idea, and like I said the idea is one that really turns me on!”

“Have you and Annie ever done anything like this before?” I asked.

“No, but like I said, once we started talking about we both agreed that it is something we really want to do. Come into the den, I want to show you something.” He said as he stood up.

I followed him into the den where he opened a bottom drawer of a cabinet and took out a videocassette and put it into the VCR and started to play it. The tape started out showing their bedroom with the camera focusing primarily on their bed. As we watched the video, the camera focused on the door to the bathroom, which was just beyond the bed. The door opened and Annie, wearing white high heel shoes, white stockings that were held up by a red garter belt, no panties, and a white bra walked over to the bed and very seductively lay down. The camera zoomed in for a close-up shot of her body, moving from her face, to her tits, and finally down to her pussy. As the camera pulled back a little Annie began to fondle her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. Annie is a very attractive woman for her age and has a body that looks altıparmak escort better than a lot of younger women I had seen. I immediately started to get a little hard as I watched the video.

“Annie said it was alright with her to show you this video if I felt there was a very good possibility that we could get something going between us.” Ken said.

We both watched the video as Annie played with herself very seductively. Although it was a little hard to tell, it looked to as if she came a couple of times as she fingered herself. Then she spread her legs and Ken came into view on the screen. He was naked and he moved toward the bed and positioned himself to eat Annie’s pussy. After a short time and at least one more orgasm on Annie’s part, he moved up and stood next to the bed as Annie sat up and started to suck on his cock. It was easy to see that Annie was very good at sucking a cock and before long Ken eased her back on the bed and they started to fuck. By this time I had a full-blown hard on in my pants as I watched the video. Ken didn’t seem to be the slightest bit embarrassed as we watched the video of him fucking his wife.

“I wish Gail was here, she would love this video!” I said.

“Really?” Ken answered.

“Yeah, we are a very sexual couple…and we’ve made a lot of videos like this too!” I said. Then I added, “Gail loves all kinds of sex videos, she gets very turned-on by them, especially our own.”

“I’d love to see them.” Ken replied. I could see that the thought had really turned him on.

“Oh, I think you will.” I said with a smile.

Ken moved a little in his chair, I figured we were both suffering from the same problem of trying to give our hard-ons some room in our pants. Since Ken was being so open and honest about his and Annie’s sex life I thought it would be a good time to press him a little farther so I said, “What are the kinkiest things you and Annie have done?”

Ken thought for a moment and I could see his hesitation, “Well,” he said, “let’s see.” He was still hesitating so I thought I would help him along by sharing a couple of our secrets. “I think some of the kinkiest things Gail and I have had fun with was something called Golden Showers…have you ever heard of it?” I asked very casually.

Ken’s eyes got very big and he excitedly said, “Sure, we do it often and we really enjoy it! Annie likes to do it in the shower.” He paused and looked at me and said, “We never imagined that you and Gail would be into that too…so few people are!”

I nodded enthusiastically. “We like it a lot. We have some very erotic golden shower videos that we have collected over the years. When we give each other a golden shower we get very turned-on and it makes us both cum very hard! In the summer, when we have the chance, we like to take the boat out to a couple of very secluded coves we know of where we drop anchor and swim and sunbathe nude…we always give each other as many golden showers as we can. It makes for a full day of terrific, and obviously very wet, sex!”

“That sounds wonderful.” He said as he got up from his chair. “Here, let me show you one of our favorite videos.” With that, he took another video from the drawer and put it in the VCR. As he sat back in his chair he said, “This video makes Annie very horny and very wet!” It started in the middle of the video and it immediately showed a large room with about ten people all engaged in various sex acts. In addition, there were two women kneeling and one man standing in the middle of the people. The women were fondling and lightly jacking-off the man’s cock when all of a sudden the man started to let loose his piss on the women’s tits which they rubbed into each other’s chests. Then one of the women lay back and spread her legs wide apart and let a stream go that landed on the back of a man who was on top of the woman he was fucking. The camera zoomed in for a close-up shot of the piss coming out of the woman’s pussy and Ken sighed deeply as he said, “That is such a turn-on!” I enthusiastically agreed. The video contained a lot of fucking, sucking, and golden shower action and the more we watched, the hornier we were both getting.

I don’t know exactly how long we watched the video before we heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Ken got up and turned the VCR off and said, “That must be Annie coming back from shopping.” We went into the living room and Ken looked out the window and said, “Well this is a surprise, look who’s with her!” I looked and I could see Gail and Annie walking up the walkway to the house together.

After coming in the house the girls explained that they met at the market and Annie suggested that since I was already at their house, Gail should come over and we all could have lunch together. I looked over at Ken and I caught him glancing at Gail’s tits and I smiled to myself. As Annie went into the kitchen I looked discretely at her bursa escort bayan ass as she walked away, knowing that before long I probably would be fucking her. As Annie was preparing lunch Ken was in the kitchen helping her and I could see that several times they were talking quietly between them. I suggested to Gail that she and I should take a walk out in the garden until lunch was ready. She gave me a strange look at my suggestion but followed me out into the back garden anyway. When we were alone she asked, “What’s going on?”

I told her what Ken and I had talked about earlier, and about the videos. When I was finished she was quiet for a moment then said, “I thought something like this was going to happen because the last few times Annie and I have been alone almost all she talks about is sex.” Gail chuckled softly. “She even tried to find out what kind of lover you were, at that point I knew something was up.”

“What do you think, should we see if they really want to have some fun?” I asked.

“Well,” she paused for a long moment as she thought things over. Then with a faint smile she shrugged her shoulders and said, “It could be fun!” As we turned towards the house she said quietly, “I sure would like to see some of those videos.”

“I’ll check with Ken…I think that could be easily arranged.” I replied with a smile.

Gail giggled softly as we went up the steps to the back door.

The lunch was good but there was an unmistakable level of friendly tension in the air. Everyone was trying to be too relaxed and too casual and the conversation was very light. I also noticed that Annie couldn’t make direct eye contact with me when she spoke. I couldn’t tell if this was a good sign or not. I hadn’t really had a chance to talk to Ken since the girls had gotten home. And I was curious to find out what Annie’s reaction was to my admitting to her husband that I was interested in fucking her. In addition, I wanted to find out what her reaction was if Ken had a chance to tell her of the remark I made about “Gail only allowing it if she were there too!” It wasn’t hard to see by the way Ken was acting that he was probably just as curious to find out what Gail’s reaction was after our walk in the garden.

When lunch was over Gail helped Annie clear the table while Ken and I went into the den.

“Well, how did she take it?” I asked him when we were in the den.

Ken chuckled then said, “She’s so excited she can hardly wait until we can get together. Did you see the way her hands were trembling at lunch? She is definitely ready. How about Gail?”

“She’s ready too.” I answered.

“When should we try to get together?”

“How about now?” I smiled.

Ken hesitated as he looked at me as if he was trying to let my remark sink-in, then he said to me. “Now? Well, how do we get started?”

“Just put that golden shower video that we were watching back in the VCR, if my hunch is right, I think the rest will take care of itself.”

Ken rewound the video and began to replay it as we both sat back in out chairs and watched the action on the screen. We didn’t have long before Gail and Annie came into the room and the second that they saw what we were watching they both gasped.

“This is the great video I was telling you about Gail,” I said casually. “Come sit over her with me and watch it.

Ken motioned to Annie to come over and sit down next to him.

Both women giggled nervously and sat down, it was obvious they had a pretty good idea that something was going to happen. About a half-an-hour had passed as the four of us watched the video and the sexual tension in the room was building moment by moment. This was definitely a very graphic and intense video. On the screen a woman was sitting on the floor of what looked like a white tile bathroom, as the camera zoomed in for a close-up of her shaved pussy she spread her legs apart and began to pee. When the stream got to full-force she used her fingers to part her pussy-lips giving us a great view of her piss as it exited her body. I could feel the tension mounting in Gail’s body and I knew she was getting very turned-on; I didn’t glance over at Annie but I knew she was doing the same. Earlier I had placed my hand on Gail’s thigh and as the video played I slowly moved it up. I was as far up her thigh as I could get with my pinkie finger resting against her pussy. I could feel the heat coming through the material of her jeans.

On the screen a man was fucking a brunette woman who had a very large amount of pubic hair all around her cunt and far up her belly. When he finally came he pulled his cock out of her cunt and shot a very large amount of cum into the hair around her clitoris. When he was finished cuming he moved to his knees and began to pee on her cunt, as if he was trying to wash his cum off of her. Then another man joined him and started to pee on the brunette’s cunt too. Another began to pee on her bursa escort tits while still another was pissing on her face.

I looked over and Annie was rubbing Ken’s pants over his cock and they were kissing and I knew it was time to make a move to get things started. I pulled Gail over onto my lap and gave her a deep French kiss and started to rub her crotch. Then I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed her bra up above her tits and bent forward enough to suck on her nipples. I loosened her belt and unbuttoned her pants and ran my hand under the elastic of her panties and down her belly into the small tuft of pubic hair, which was soaking wet with her pre-fuck juices. I maneuvered her around so that we had changed places and I stood up in front of the chair facing her. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out and Gail immediately started to suck on it as I took the rest of my clothes off and let them drop to the floor. Helping Gail up to her feet I helped undressed her and when we were both completely nude she dropped to her knees and resumed sucking my cock.

I looked over at Ken and Annie and they had gotten undressed too and they were sitting next to each other watching us. Annie had one hand around Ken’s cock and was slowly moving it up and down, her other was in her crotch and I could see that she was gently rubbing her clit. I stepped back gently pulling my cock from Gail’s mouth and I helped her to her feet. Then, with my arm around her waist, we walked over to Ken and Annie and I bent forward and began to fondle Annie’s tits which made her moan softly. Taking her by the arms I stood her up and pulled her close to me. Reaching around behind her I put my hands on her ass and pulled her naked body against mine. My hard cock was sticking into her belly and I was amazed at how firm her tits and body felt. After a few moments Annie dropped to her knees and started to suck my cock. Looking over I saw Gail sucking Ken’s cock as he still sat in the chair, his eyes were locked on his wife as she sucked my hard penis, but it was easy to see that Gail was having a definite effect on him. On the TV was a close-up shot of a woman sucking on the side of a very large penis as it was pissing a strong, golden stream straight up in the air.

I moved around and laid Annie down on her back on the carpet in front of the TV and spread her legs apart so that I had good access to her cunt and moving up on top of her I placed my hard cock at the entrance of her very wet vagina. Her hungry eyes looked deeply into mine as I slowly pushed my cock inside her pussy. The smell of her perfumed skin filled my nostrils and I was surprised at how tight her vagina felt to my dick. I began fucking her slowly at first, and as we fucked, Ken and Gail came and sat on the floor on both sides of us.

Ken had an incredibly large hard-on that was undoubtedly brought on by the sight of his wife getting fucked by another man. Meantime, Gail was fondling Annie’s tits and getting very turned-on. As I fucked her, Annie came about three times, after the first of her orgasms she put her hands out to the sides of her and fondled her husband’s cock and Gail’s pussy. I pulled out of her and Ken moved over and took my place and fucked his wife as Gail and I sat on the floor watching them. Annie came once more and then Ken pulled his cock from her hole as he got to his knees. Looking at Gail and I he said, “Are you guys ready for some showers?”

“I’m more than ready!” I said.

I had been holding back since before lunch and once I had stopped fucking the need to pee was very immediate.

“Lets go into the bathroom, it’s Annie’s favorite place for a shower.” He said as he helped her up off the floor. We followed them through their bedroom and into their large master bathroom. Once there, Annie opened one of the bathroom cupboards and took out a large pink dildoe that was at least 9″ long. Smiling at us, she stepped into the oversized shower stall that, at the rear portion, had a white ceramic tile ledge built into it that served as a sort of bench. She sat on the bench and carefully lay back with her legs spread and pulled up against her chest. It was easy to see, even in this light, the wetness of her cunt. She looked at Gail and holding the dildoe out toward her said, “Would you put this in me please?” Gail took the lifelike penis and moving close to her slowly inserted it all the way into Annie’s wet cunt.

“Fuck me with it and don’t stop until I cum!” She whispered. And Gail slowly began to fuck her with an even in and out motion which had an immediate effect on Annie. Ken and I stood there watching the erotic scene with our cocks sticking straight out in front of us. As Annie’s pleasure built, Ken began massaging his scrotum and cock as her body pushed against the dildoe working in her vagina. Then he stepped forward and stood next to Annie and holding his cock, let loose a golden stream as he pissed on her cunt. His pee was drenching Annie’s pubic hair and belly as well as Gail’s hands as she continued to dildoe-fuck Annie. Annie began to moan loudly as her body tensed from the pleasure that was engulfing her. Then he moved his golden stream up her body to her tits. Annie was watching everything that was happening to her and was so turned-on that she came violently just as Ken’s piss ended.

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I studied the bottle of luminous green liquid carefully before introducing it to the bathwater. As the instructions directed, I then stirred it in until the formula had uniformly dispersed. Its sickly look mirrored the growing feeling in the pit of my stomach. I then attached a curious gauze just above my genitals covering part of my pubic hair and gingerly stepped into the toxic looking bath. Very quickly hairs of various lengths floated to the surface as I submerged. Disturbed by what was happening, I hopped out and wiped my leg to find that all of the hairs had somehow been scythed off by the chemical, leaving smooth patches wherever I touched.

“What the hell?!” This was too much for me to take. Why should I remove my body hair, for whose benefit? The more I considered things, the more I edged closer to plucking up the nerve to do something about it. But when? How? My lack of knowledge of the outside world made me feel small and ill-equipped.

My intense deliberation was broken as Mistress Walker cooed through the door, “Are you almost done in there, sissy?”

That word again. “Almost, Mistress.”

Fearing the consequences should She walk in, I stepped back into the bath and doomed myself to a hairless body. With a sponge I then quickly introduced another more viscous formula to my chin for a few minutes before washing it away. If I’d had any hairs on my face, I’m sure it would have removed them too.

After the requisite amount of time had passed, I got out and dried myself off before letting the water and all my body hair go. I continued to read the instructions and to my horror I found that it was a single-use hair removal fluid and no hair would grow on my body again where the substance made contact! So that’s why the instructions were so precise. Unnerved I looked down at my slim, pale body, forever shorn of its hair save for the gauze. My pinkish nipples seemed to stand out. “That does it.” Subconsciously I began priming myself for an escape attempt. I then removed the gauze to find a very feminine looking tuft where my once thick pubic hair had been. If possible, my heart sank further.

The next set of instructions told me to spray myself with the purple bottle. It was nothing drastic as far as I could tell, just perfume, sweet, sugary perfume. As I removed my shower cap, Mistress knocked at the door.

“You should be finished by now, sissy!” She didn’t wait for an answer before entering. Instantly, Her eyes found my body as I embarrassedly tried to cover my half-erect willy and nipples. She stifled a grin once more, “looks like we’re 90% there already!”

My face turned red with horror and anger at my visibly emasculated, smooth body as She reached for my arm and powerfully dragged me back into ‘my’ pink room. “I bet you’re so excited to see your new wardrobe, aren’t you?!” The dominant, curly-haired redhead seemed impatient and determined. Again, She didn’t wait for a response. The doors were flung open and dress after pretty pink dress stared back at me. Finally, it was more than I could take: a tear rolled down my cheek, then another and another which I tried to catch, with my hands I tried to cover up my face, my eyes turning red. I hadn’t cried in years.

Mistress looked for my response, “Oh, oh sweetie, I KNEW you’d love it! You’ll finally be like you always wanted! Oh, there, there” That was the complete opposite of how I felt; I wanted to push Her off and run far, far away, but encased in Her strong, tight hug, I once again found myself paralysed. I could feel the pressure of Her large breasts against my chest as I continued to cry, shudder and snivel.

“Lets get you some makeup bursa escort bayan so you can get dressed, hmm? Will that make you feel better?” I wiped away my tears trying to steady myself and locate the anger that pervaded my being not 2 minutes ago. Her voice rose in volume slightly at my lack of a response, “Will that make you feel better, SISSY?” I looked up into Her sparkling green eyes once more and they told me to respond. Feeling evermore broken, I nodded.

“OK!” She lit up once more and sat me down, before turning to the dresser which was cluttered with makeup. “Aside from being so obedient, I picked you for a sissy because you aced all of your makeup and fashion exams. Sooo… show me – beautify yourself.” It was true. I had spent many long years practicing putting makeup on the lifelike dummies at school, simply because I was told to. I was considered an ‘expert’ at it and always got very good grades in this class.

“I know perfectly well how to do my own makeup, of course” Mistress Walker continued as she studied her pencil skirt that bulged with her large round bottom in the full length mirror, “but I would eventually like you to do it for me, exactly and as quickly as I desire. I know you’re capable of giving me the most professional looks.” She then sat and watched me as I fought to hold back tears and gradually applied the makeup automatically thinking about what colours and tones my face would suit. Of course, when handling makeup and fashion at school the thought had crossed my mind what it would look like on myself, but never once had I acted on it.

Mistress seemed genuinely intrigued as She observed me struggling with my emotions. I wanted to throw the makeup down, push Her out of my way and run. I glanced at Her as She propped Her head up on Her hand which in turn was propped on Her knee. Could She tell what I was thinking? Through all of the trauma and confusion I couldn’t help but realise how beautiful She was. Her reddish curls hung about Her pale face and Her green eyes gleamed at me with rude health. Being this close to a Female was intoxicating, drunkening and more than a little disturbing. She looked so delicate but seemed physically stronger than me, taller and more commanding, sure of what She wanted, especially from me. I gradually turned back to the mirror and soon mascara covered eyes and glazed lips jumped out from my boyish face in the dresser mirror.

Mistress smiled and clapped, “bravo, very impressive, now for clothes!” She pounced over to the wardrobe and delighted in picking an entire outfit for me, everything from underwear to shoes. I started to snivel again as the frilly clothing built up on the bed.

“Hmm, stockings or tights?” She asked Herself before grabbing the nude stockings with pink lace tops and matching garterbelt. She placed them with the other clothes as She sat once more, this time much closer to me. “It says in your Sissy Bible that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,” She began, “This means that every feminine sissy must make herself a tribute to Womankind. You must always take pride in your appearance, dressing in the most feminine articles possible. You have all the attributes to keep both me and you looking beautiful and sexy. I expect you to never let me or yourself down, do you hear, young miss?”

I gulped hard and snivelled a bit more, my bottom lip quivering, “Yes Mistress.”

“Good. I want you to read your Sissy Bible every chance you can. It contains lots of useful information about the big wide world you’re stepping into and your place in it. After you’re dressed, come find me downstairs.” With that nilüfer escort She got up and left.

The book was very large and heavy in my hands and as one would expect, it was pink. I flicked through a couple of pages as my nail polish dried, careful not to get it anywhere. On first glance there seemed to be a lot of stuff about breeding, DNA and good stock, which left me nonplussed. I closed the book and dwelled on my predicament again, as I inspected my new sugary pink fingernails and toes. All this time in school I thought that I’d be helping Women wear all these things, little did I realise it was partly intended for me too. I can’t believe I didn’t ask more questions – why did I have to be so obedient and diligent?! Why was I such a pushover, a goody, goody? I guess I liked receiving the praise of the teachers too much, addicted to the pat on the head and the approving smile. Especially from Female teachers.

The dress was utterly horrifying with puffy pink petticoats and a large bow in the back. I assessed the underwear: a high leg lacy thong with a stretchy sheer front panel all in pink, a matching bra and garterbelt, a pair of high heeled court shoes. Gulping, I picked up the thong and noticed the logo, ‘Miss Priss’. Am I really expected to dress like this? Do Women dress like this? With a sudden rush of adrenaline I put the thong down and decided to make a break for it, resolving to find my old clothes. Did I leave them in the bathroom where I took them off? With absolute caution I cracked open the door of my pink room and checked the hallway before tiptoeing down the corridor. In the distance I could hear the muffled sounds of laughter from a television. I made it safely to the bathroom but there was nothing on the floor! Nothing. She had taken them. My heart was knocked so hard and heavy I swayed and perspired as I tiptoed back to my room, suddenly conscious of the makeup on my face, my hairless naked body and my very nearly dry pink finger and toe nails. Choices: I could attempt to leave naked and find some clothes from somewhere; I could wear these horrible sissy clothes and at least cover myself up; Or I could bide my time, find my clothes then make a break for it later.

If Her behaviour so far was anything to go by I knew Mistress would soon be coming so I defeatedly picked up the thong. It felt so delicate and fragile in my hands as I stepped into it and pulled it up. But as it passed my hairless knees and I saw my feminine pink toes covered in nail varnish, something unexpected happened: my willy became incredibly hard and stood straight up. I panicked trying to somehow force it down or think of something that would take my mind off what I was doing. 5 confusing minutes later, as I looked at it encased in these pretty pink knickers, my erection was harder than ever. I sighed once more in defeat and pulled on the sheer bra. Everything fitted me so well, it was hard to believe that She could have known all my sizes so accurately so quickly. The nude stockings came next and I bunched them up before pointing one of my hairless stems into the slender fabric. The stockings coated my legs with a thin film of nylon subtly evening out the contours of my legs. They had to be less than 10 denier, maybe even 7, since I could easily see my painted toenails through the nylon. I attached them to the garter belt and turned around.

My bottom lip quivered as I caught sight of my lingerie clad body in the mirror. The image instantly created a strange frisson in my body, like a war of hormones and emotion, just like the girlish image before me tainted by the still boyish, short-haired bursa sınırsız escort look to my musculature and face. This was surely a form of torture, of slavery, and I felt so fractured, in pieces almost. The dress came next and I lowered it over my head before pulling it down until it looked even in the mirror. I gulped hard feeling ridiculous, utterly ridiculous – how could this possibly be a tribute to Womankind? The worst thing was that the dress was so short you could see my bare backside, and even worse, my erect willy. I tried pulling harder on the dress to cover myself up but it made no difference, it was clearly designed to not cover up my nether regions. Unless I could find a way of getting rid of my erection, my body would betray me and Mistress would see. She would then think I liked all of this horrible stuff!

There was only one way. My breath laboured as I pulled down my sheer thong and began to stroke my 11cm willy. As I did so I couldn’t help but notice how feminine my hands now looked. Neither could I believe how hard or how close to orgasming I was so soon. I watched as this very feminine boy cum hard in the mirror with one or two spurts. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had and it caused me to grunt. As my senses returned I found some convenient tissues with which to clean up the mess. Thankfully, my erection faded and I tucked it into my thong.

Steadying myself, I then put on the 4.5 inch pink court shoes. Again they fitted perfectly, with the stockings giving just enough of a slip to make them easy to get on. I stood toppling on them and wobbled very carefully over to the door not wanting my erection to return so soon.

Mistress Walker was lead on Her couch watching the television as I entered the room. “Oh!” She cooed at the sight of me as Her eyes fell embarrassingly to my crotch. “Oh.” Her intonation noticeably dipped, “do you not like the clothes I bought for you?”

I gulped getting the distinct impression She was very disappointed. “Um, y-yes, Mistress.”

Her brow furrowed, “Are you lying to me, sissy?” The large bottomed redhead sat up, “I would have thought you’d like wearing pretty, feminine clothes that suit your physique so much better than that boring sexless school uniform. Maybe you don’t like sensually rolling stockings up your legs pretending you’re a beautiful Woman like me?”

I looked at Her pleadingly, feeling a heat rising in my cheeks but also, devastatingly, in my groin.

“I would have thought you’d love learning to walk in those sexy pink heels that make your pantied bum stick out. Hmm? Maybe I was wrong about you, maybe you wouldn’t like to worship me and my body while wearing all of these clothes?” She writhed on the couch basking in my torture before continuing, “And maybe I won’t introduce you to other Mistress’ sissies so you can fall in love and rub your little white willies together?” With that She laughed loudly and watched with satisfaction as my willy shamefully hardened, tenting my knickers once more. I was utterly horrified at the sight and once again couldn’t help the tears streaming down my cheeks as I cried really hard, unstoppably so, rooted to the spot.

“Good, very good.” She seemed pleased at my predicament. “There are plenty of tissues in your room. I think you’re going to need them both for your constant crying and… other things.” With that I charged out of the room and tried to get out of the front door. It was locked. I tried another door, it was locked too. A window? Locked. I could hear Her laughter still ringing out from the living room and with it the futility of the situation dawning on me. After 5 defeating minutes trying exits I slinked back to my room. While there I did everything I could think of aside from masturbating again to get my erection to disappear but it wouldn’t. If anything it just grew stronger, especially when I caught sight of myself in the mirror and felt all of these delicate fabrics against my skin. What was happening to me?

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Swinging each of her legs over Julian’s and mine, respectively. Marie settled back and started to stroke between her knicker-clad thighs with her agile fingers. Her peach coloured directoire knickers glinting in the light from the television.

“Mmm.. Watching you both spurt your loads has made my gusset ever so wet. I don’t think I will need my buzzing pussy-eggs, with you two lovely men at hand, will I?” She sing-songed, with a playful smirk on her full, sexy, dark red lips.

Julian was still breathing heavily, recovering from what seemed like a very intense orgasm. I nodded to Marie in agreement. I looked down at my hand caressing her shapely, sheer tan nylon-clad legs. Recollecting the photograph that accompanied their advertisement we made contact through.

It was of Marie, her back to Julian’s camera, bent over, touching her toes. Dressed in very sheer and shiny tan tights. So much so, they looked almost wet. Her Rubenesque figure and form accentuated by this delightfully, glossy hosiery. Marie’s gorgeous, plump cunt clearly visible through the hose.

A moan from Marie startled me from my reverie. I looked to see her visibly flushed and with the vibrating eggs from her pussy in hand.

“Nice daydream, Rich?” Marie smiled. I laughed, as I explained my pleasurable distraction to her.

“Ooohh! I do remember that well! My dear Julian couldn’t contain himself after that particular photography session. Could you dear?” Marie smiled lovingly at her husband.

“I certainly could not, my love.” Julian turned and nodded with a dirty smile in my direction.

“He gripped my hips and thrust his lovely, hard penis against my big nylon-covered bottom. Didn’t you dear? He shot so much creamy spunk over my new tights, Rich. They were absolutely soaked! Very expensive Wolford ones too, I might add!” She laughed.

I giggled and admitted that was my impulse too, upon seeing the photograph of her fabulous nyloned bottom.

“He bursa escort is so like you, Julian! Don’t you think?” Before Julian had a chance to reply, she continued.

“Anyway, boys.. I think this lady is due some pleasure from you both. Right now.” Marie softly commanded.

Julian and I nodded eagerly, as we stood up and discarded our knickers. Julian, slowly and gently, pulled his wife’s down too. Marie pushed herself forward a bit more and raised her legs, akimbo, into the air.

Julian handed me her damp knickers. I eagerly took them, lifting the gusset to my nose to inhale her musky scent. My cock immediately started to twitch back to life.

I remembered Marie having quite a prominent vulva and clitoris. Demonstrated to me, when they sent me a video of her queening Julian.

But, when I gazed upon it then. It was far more vivid in reality. She wasn’t shaven, just trimmed very close. And, her cunt lips were beautifully engorged and red.

Julian caught my admiring stare, as I wrapped Marie’s discarded directoire knickers around my stiffening prick. It twitched frantically. Reacting, as the silky, rayon material cocooned my erection.

“She is fantastic, eh Rich?” Julian asked. Looking with approval as I started to rub myself with Marie’s peach DK’s.

“Well, our young friend, have a peek at this!” His tone full of evident pride and love for his beautiful wife.

He spread her bum cheeks to expose Marie’s anus. At the sight of her lovely, puckered bum hole, I just could not help myself. I dropped to my knees and started to sensitively use my tongue to rim her inviting anal rose.

“You’re right dear.. He is a lot like me!” Julian laughed at my eager response.

“Ooohh, Rich! That is nice!” Marie joyously exclaimed. “Our new young knicker friend is very naughty. Isn’t he, Julian?”

“Just how we like our play mates, my dear.” Julian chuckled.

I pushed my tongue in bursa ucuz escort further. Delighting in Marie’s reactions to my exploration of her anal passage. Julian proceeded to expertly frig his wife’s excited clitoris. This had her moaning, uncontrollably.

The whole situation, the taste of Marie’s rear hole and of her pussy juices trickling down from her husband’s administrations. Had me stroking my cock, frantic with desire, into Marie’s lovely directoire knickers.

“Come up here, Rich. Beside me.” Marie panted. Patting the empty space on the sofa next to her.

I got up and knelt beside her, as she unbuttoned her cardigan to release her breasts. Lovely, big pendulous orbs with very stiff nipples and large, brown areolae.

I noticed Julian had become hard again and was slowly fisting his lovely looking cock. Marie took and gently guided my hand to her sopping cunt.

Without any further prompting, I slowly slipped three of my fingers into her easily. And, started to ease them in and out of her pussy whilst, at the same time, massaging her slippery clitoris with my thumb.

“That’s it, Rich. Frig-fuck your Aunt Marie’s horny cunt!” She cried out. Making an excited reference to a fantasy we shared in our explicit correspondence.

I looked up to see Julian lubing his hands and prick, before kneeling down in front of Marie.

He started to carefully nudge his stiff member against her bum hole. Teasingly pushing, just slightly, in and out of her lovely anus. Stimulating Marie to yet more moans and sighs of delight. Whilst, at the same time, locating my own anal cherry with his free hand and fingers.

“Oh Julian! Yes!” Marie urged her husband on. ” I want both your lovely, big cocks in my juicy cunt later!” She brazenly exclaimed, clearly in ecstasy.

Writhing sensually, her hand reached out and cupped my balls. Tantalisingly massaging the sensitive area escort bayan between them and my anus, with her finger.

I gasped, as Julian proceeded to insert his lubricated finger in my anal cherry. He was, thankfully, very gentle in his administrations to my tight back passage. As, besides self-pleasuring on my own, this was the first time I had experienced somebody else’s touch in my young bum hole.

“Uncle Julian is very good with his finger, isn’t he, Rich?” Marie breathlessly murmured. Her eyes misty and glazy with arousal.

Nodding in agreement and panting with pleasure. I concentrated on fucking her sopping wet cunt, faster, with my fingers. I leant forward, taking her right nipple into my mouth. Eagerly, yet tenderly, suckling her breast like some kind of lust-driven offspring.

Marie suddenly stiffened as the orgasm took her. She shook, her pungent juices gushing over my fingers and hand. It took me quite by surprise, the force and intensity of her climax.

The stream of cunt juices that ebbed and flowed from her pussy. Led me to think, for a brief moment, that she had lost control of her bladder. Marie looked beautiful as she spurted her musky wetness. Nor, would I have minded if she had relieved her warm, golden nectar instead!

I withdrew my hand and righted myself. So, as best, to position myself to match the motions of Julian’s expert fingering. I stroked my stiff, pulsating cock. Moaning, as they both tended to my anus and balls.

Marie leant forward to kiss and lick my throbbing, red cock-head. Just, as Julian slowly withdrew his finger from my back passage. Both actions causing me to shudder, gasp and groan. I ached for release and to shed the creamy cum from my balls.

Marie looked up at me, smiling.

“Mmm.. Well, I think we could all use a shower, after that, don’t you?” She winked at me.

“Shall we take our young friend upstairs, my love?” Julian asked, as he started to slowly stroke his eight-inch prick.

“Good thinking, Julian. We do have some fabulous undergarments in the bedroom, our sweet, naughty Nephew. Amongst other things!” Marie purred delectably.

“I think they will look quite adorable on you. Come on, now. Look sharp, both of you. The night is still VERY young!”

To be continued..

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Justin took me there because he wanted to buy me something sexy for my birthday. I expected Victoria’s Secret or someplace like that, not the adult book store. But there we were, he had picked out a black crotchless teddy he said he would like on me, and so I went into the fitting room to try it on. I had, and it fit well. I thought to myself that I would have to get some stockings that go with it. I was just finishing getting dressed in my normal clothes again when I heard the door to the fitting room next to me close. Could hear someone moving around, then a hard cock poked through a hole in the wall that I hadn’t noticed till just then. Justin must really want to be naughty, and I felt a little naughty myself right then.

I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock, it really was a beautiful piece of meat. About 7 inches long, which is perfect for me, veiny with a mushroom head. I was squeezing and slowly stroking it, Justin loved when I teased him like that. He pushed against the wall harder, trying to get it all through to me. Thinking about how easy it would be for someone to catch us was getting me wet. From the way he felt in my hand it was having the same effect on him.

I bent toward him, holding it in my hand so just the head was poking out. I squeezed tight, and licked the tip. I opened my hand and licked all escort bursa the way from the base to the tip, which made him twitch. I reached down to play with his balls, wiggling all the fingers of my left hand against them as I put my mouth around the head of his lovely cock. I stayed there, tickling his balls while I sucked on the head for a few seconds, then I slowly slid down his pole. He pushed a little more, trying to get inside my mouth. I took him as deep as I could with the wall there, my nose up against it. I sucked on him like that for a minute, feeling him throb and twitch in my wet mouth. My other hand was now pinching and playing with my right nipple, and I could feel that my panties were getting wet.

As I tweaked my nipple harder, I began to move up and down his cock, pausing for just a second at the top every time. I was speeding up, and I reached down under my skirt and started to rub myself through my panties. I was moving pretty fast on him, when I felt him start to cum. I held back, with just the head in my mouth, sucking hard, but some still came out of my mouth, it was a larger load than I was used to. I could feel it dribbling down my chin as I tried my best to swallow all Justin had to give me. Then he pulled back, slowly pulling himself from my mouth.

Not having cum myself, bursa escort bayan I was thinking we would have to finish this at home. I got a tissue from my purse and wiped my face clean. I looked in the mirror to straighten my hair and my clothes. My nipples were hard enough to show through my shirt, but there’s not much I could do about that. When I thought I looked all right, if a little flushed, I walked out of the fitting room. Justin was on the other side of the store, so I walked over to him. He was looking at the novelty toys.

“What do you think of this,” he asked, holding up a dildo bigger than my forearm.

“I’m not sure you could handle that babe, maybe you should put it back” I said laughing.

Justin looked at me and asked, “how was the teddy?”

I just smiled thinking about what we had just done and said “I like it, lets get it.”

We paid for it at the counter, and went out to the car. We were sitting there, just about to leave, when Justin looked over at me and asked, “what’s that on your shirt?”

I looked down and saw a little spot of cum just above my breasts. I looked over at him and smiled a seductive smile. “I guess you made a little bit of a mess Hun. It was more than normal, you must have really been excited.”

He gave bursa evi olan escort me a strange look, like he didn’t know what I was talking about. “In the fitting room,” I said, “you snuck into the one next to me.”

“No, I didn’t go near the fitting rooms Kim.”

“Stop playing around Justin, you went in and poked your dick through the hole. I was shocked that you would do something like that. But it was fun,” I said to him, leaning forward to kiss him.

He put his hand against my chest to keep me from getting close enough. “It wasn’t me Kim, are you saying that you played with some guy’s cock through a hole in the dressing room?”

“You know I did more than play, I sucked you off,” I said, thinking he was taking the joke a little far.

“It wasn’t me Kim, I swear.”

“You mean I went down on some stranger?”

I sat back as it hit me, Justin wasn’t messing with me, he really hadn’t been the one in the other room. I was mortified that I had just done that to someone, I don’t even know who it was.

“I though it was you Justin, I swear,” I said, trying to apologize for what I did.

“You swallowed it too didn’t you?” he asked, knowing that I always do.

All I could do was look sheepishly at him, ashamed. Then he got this look in his eye, and leaned forward to kiss me deeply. I couldn’t believe he was doing it. He should be upset, but he was very turned on. His hand was up under my skirt.

“Seems like it excited you a lot being in there” he said, knowing already that my panties were as wet as could be. He slipped a finger into me as he kept kissing me, and he whispered in my ear, “next time I want to watch you do it.”

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