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The plane touched down- finally- in Phoenix. Alyssa stood up and began to make her way down the crowded isle to get off after a flight that seemed far too long.

She had recently moved to Oklahoma to avoid her troubles in the Southwest, especially after her sexual encounters with Hank, her scarce-18 year old neighbor who had first raped her, but whom she ran back to continually for a fuck. Gradually her life had fallen apart- she broke up with the man she was sure to marry, unable to tell him why; and she had almost gotten pregnant from Hank. The worry had cost her her nice new job, and slowly her ‘goodie two shoes’ friends distanced themselves from her.

But family was family. They had insisted that she fly in for Thanksgiving to the isolated family ranch north of town. Her cousin Jake was picking her up at the airport and she had to look forward to a 2 hour drive to the ranch house where she would probably be stuck in the attic-turned barracks style guest room with all the cousins and such. She wasn’t looking forward to it.

The baggage track went round and round, and hers never showed… another thing to ruin her day. Filing a claim at the Southwest office, she made her way with her single carry on and purse to the curb where Jake had been waiting for a half hour.

“Hey Alyssa, good to see you,” he said as she hopped in. “No bags?”

“They lost them. You’ll have to bring me down in the morning to check and see if they came in on another flight.”

“That sucks. Well, my sister can fix you up. She’s a little smaller than you, but it doesn’t look like you mind a tight fit!” he laughed. Alyssa was instantly conscience of the fact she had worn a low cut v neck and her breasts were practically overflowing.

“Oh, well… it’s hot in Oklahoma.”

“That’s fine. I was just giving you shit. Let’s get a move on, tonight is pizza night!”

She looked at her cousin, who had gone from a dorky high school nerd to a bronzed young man almost done with his degree in mechanical engineering.

“So I heard you got into some trouble down in Tuscon, what was that about?”

“Oh nothing really… just a little debacle, it’s no big deal.”

“Big enough to move 3 states over is a pretty big deal. I got into some trouble myself. Seems I got drunk and had sex with this total cunt at a party on campus. She wasn’t too into it, but was too drunk to fight me off… I didn’t mean to, just sort of happened. Now I’m looking at getting kicked out of school, maybe even jail time for ‘rape.'”

“That’s horrible!” Alyssa said neutrally. She got flashbacks to her own first time. As she got aroused, she was conscience of the fact she was staring into space and biting her lip. She felt her pants get moist under her salivating pussy. Her legs rubbed together instinctively and she wanted nothing more than to just arrive so she could lock herself in the shower and make herself cum.

Her arousal heightened, she looked over at Jake and realized what a good looking kid he was. He was only a year younger than her, but his gaming and tech-nerdyness had made her look at him like a middle schooler all through high school and his freshman year at college. Now he had a California tan, was bulked up and had ‘style,’ a word he probably hadn’t heard until two and a half years before.

She made herself make small talk with him, ignoring her sex drive until it subsided and they pulled into the driveway of the ranch house at the end of a long dirt road.

That night was torture. All her aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins were having a great time, but kept probing into the trouble she had gotten into with her great entry job. Her parents largely ignored her, under the impression she had quit because she was just lazy. ‘If only they knew, they’d never talk to me again…’ she thought to herself.

Finally at midnight she had a chance to shower. As she covered herself in cascading water erzurum escort and suds of soap, she began to touch herself; running her hands over her shapely breasts, across her stomach, and then when she couldn’t stand it anymore her wet, juicy pussy. She massaged her clit, then let her fingers penetrate deep into her vagina.

More, and more, and more she fantasized about Hank, about the knife, about all the kinky things they had done. Then as her mind lost control to her heated sexual frenzy she kept seeing Jake. She tried to make it stop, but it felt so good to think about his body, his strong, bronze body, holding her tight and fucking her… his lips kissing her back, her neck, her lips… She fantasized of being as restrained by him as she was by this fantasy itself; completely at his control.

She started to cum. Her body was twitching, vibrating as it went into the sexy, enthralling spasms of orgasm. She wanted to moan but knew she couldn’t… this shower was right next to the large, open room where 4 of her cousins were bedded with her. Finally release, as she came bending over and feeling totally relieved. Then she realized she had fantasized about her cousin. She felt dirty, like she had done something wrong. She started drying off when there was a knock at the door.

“Alyssa, Jake, Sammi, Austin and I are gonna get blitzed if you’re down. Austin brought up a cooler of beer and Jake has his Xbox and a bottle of Grey Goose!”

“I’ll be out in a minute, Lisa.” Her cousin Lisa was the only one older than her, which wasn’t saying much… of the five of them in the room upstairs here, none were more than 3 years apart.

Lisa, Jake’s sister, had loaned her a pair of shorts and a tank to sleep in. Throwing these on, she went out the door into the attic-bedroom. The others were already buzzed, playing a stupid video game. Jake looked over. “No bra huh ‘Lyss?”

“No undies at all… they’re all in my bags.”

“That’s cool.” He was already staring at the screen again.

Alyssa had never drank much before- her parents were always against it- but once she moved to Oklahoma she had needed a drink now and again with her new girlfriends to forget her problems. Hell, it was something fun to do in an otherwise boring town.

After an hour they were all drunk. The TV was on, but at 1 AM it was all infomercials.

“This is gay,” Austin quipped. He started turning channels until he hit on a screen of a slutty blond bimbo riding a black guy’s cock like her life depended on it.

“Holy shit! That’s a huge cock!” Sammi gasped loudly, then shoved her hand over her mouth.

“Shut up! The others are asleep…” Jake sighed. As he reached to change the channel Sammi and Austin both jumped to grab the remote. “Leave it, it’s the only thing on.”

“Yeah except I’m here with my cousins and no pussy to relieve this!” Jake said in his drunken logic, pointing to a bulge in his pants. Alyssa’s eyes widened, and in her drunken stupor she mumbled all too loudly, “speaking of large cocks…”

All eyes shot to her. “Sorry, I mean… look at that!”

“That’s my brother, I’d rather not, honey,” Lisa laughed.

“It is big, but I bet mine’s bigger. I’m just a bigger guy,” Austin said confidently. He swigged down another mouthful of grey goose.

“Is it me or is it awful thick in here?” Sammi leaned over and stared drunkedly at Austin and Jake. “We better have a showdown.”

“No way, Sam” Jake waved her off.

They went back to watching the porn. More beers, more vodka later and all five of them were almost unable to stand. Austin passed out first, then Lisa. Finally at 3 AM Sammi got up from her beanbag. “This is making me horny, I’m gonna go get my vibrator and go to bed. Bother you? SUCKS to be YOU TWO!” she giggled and stumbled off.

“God this is making me horny, too,” Jake said intently. eskişehir escort “I wish could get some tonight.”

Alyssa was just drunk enough to take the bait. She couldn’t resist… after all, that fantasy had given her an awesome orgasm. And all night she had secretly been thinking of it over, and over, and over again. Now she was drunk enough that it sounded like a perfect idea.

“You might can. I’m so wet I can’t stand it. And I don’t have a vibrator…” she made a motion over her shoulder to where Sammi was already in action, slowly and quietly relieving herself.

“Ha. You’re my cousin, but nice try. You won’t be blueballing me tonight, thanks.”

She slid off the couch and towards his bean bag. He was unconsciencely rubbing his cock through his shorts, staring at the TV where now two busty brunettes were hungrily making love to eachother as a guy fucked them.

She got close to his neck and breathed on it softly, then let her lips hover across his jaw and lips. She meant to say something, but her motor skills were shot down with the last five shots of vodka. Instead she dove into his face- and her lips hit his. Without thinking she pulled his head close and let her tongue play in his mouth for a moment. Then she felt it… his hand on her head, pulling her closer, and another on her lower back. His tongue dancing with hers.

Their kiss lasted a few more moments. Then she pulled away. “Let’s go to bed, Jack.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her bed. She stumbled into the foot of the bed and tumbled over, landing on her stomach on the narrow bed.

She rolled over and found that Jake was already on his way down. He began kissing her lips, running his hands along her legs that she had now wrapped around him.

He pulled the tank top she was wearing up. Her gorgeous, full breasts came loose and he began to hungrily kiss them, run his hands on them, and then began on her neck. She was so wet now she couldn’t stand it… she needed his cock.

She rolled over onto him so she was on top and began to take his shorts off. His cock came out, throbbing and hard. It was perfect. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his gorgeous dick, then took the head in and began to give him an amazing blowjob. Her lips wrapped around his shaft and she lowered them down to his body until she had taken in the entire cock. Her tongue lapped the bottom of the dick as much she could, then she began to slowly pull back, her red lips tightly around his dick, making him moan with pleasure. “Oh shit Alyssa, you can suck a cock better than any girl I’ve ever been with.”

She didn’t say anything; when her lips reached his head on their way back up, she went even slower; her tongue, with more room to move, began to play with the head again. His hands were grabbing her head, his fingers stroking her fine, silky brown hair.

It was his turn to lead. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed her arms and pulled her off, then rolled her over on the bed. She looked up at him as he pulled himself into her. As his cock filled her with hot, steamy shaft she moaned loudly. He quickly covered her mouth. “sh, ‘Lyssa, haha.”

As he fucked her, he kissed her neck and lips. Then his mouth wandered down to her perky nipples. The warm, wet mouth… They softly sucked and kissed, driving her crazy. One hand she ran up and down his sides, grabbing his ass; with the other she played with her clit. He was grabbing her close, his arms behind her back.

As Alyssa started to come, Jake covered her mouth again. She spasmed, grabbing the sheets frantically as her body went out of control.

He pulled out, then began fucking her tits. She pulled her head up, taking his head in whenever she could.

“Oh shit!” she whispered. “Jake, get off!”

Sammi was at the foot of the bed watching them. “You little fuckers!”

“Shut gaziantep escort up Sammi… please, don’t tell anyone about this,” Alyssa begged her. Jake looked scared shitless; his hard on was gone, and he was grabbing for his shorts.

“No. Jake, leave those there.” Sammi was still obviously hammered to oblivion.

“I won’t tell, but I want in on it.”

Sammi was shorter than Alyssa, with dirty blonde/red hair. Her breasts were smaller, too, but still would have trouble squeezing into a C cup. Like most girls in their family, she had meat on her bones… not fat, but just a little extra. Alyssa had never been with a woman before… But Sammi was white-hot, and it was their only shot at not being total outcasts from the family.

“Fine, Sammi… let’s go.” Alyssa beckoned her over. Jake slowly got back on the bed, the booze not quite enough to override the hesitation of doing two cousins in one night- at the same time, no less.

Alyssa reached down and let her soft, long fingers slowly wrap around his shaft and start stroking. Sammi got on the bed and bent over on top of Alyssa, caressing her nipples and kissing her neck. “Have you done this before- be with a girl, I mean?” Alyssa whispered. “Of course, silly… in my dorm we do it all the time.” She smiled down at Alyssa and then bent to her side and began to kiss and lick the cock that Alyssa was so gracefully stroking. Jake wasn’t near as hesitant now as his cock became a hard, throbbing monster once again.

He reached over and began to massage Sammi’s clit. She was already plenty wet from her masturbation session, and she bit her lip as she began to moan. “Oh shit that feels good…”

Jake went to the end of the bed and pulled Sammi by the hips until she was bent over the foot of the bed. He looked over and found that his sister and Austin were still sound asleep- then he invaded Sammi’s tight, pink pussy. As he started to fuck her, she placed her arms around Alyssa’s legs and grabbed her ass. Then she started to lick her steaming hot cunt.

Alyssa was moving with the rhythm, toying with her own tits until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She grasped for anything immovable and couldn’t find it. Her motions were too much for Sammi, already heated to her peak, and the girls came together. Jake bent over and grasped Sammi under the arms and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her so that his whole cock was forced into her cunt. He started to twitch and squirm, and pulled out the length of his shaft. He went around the side of the bed and put his cock in Alyssa’s mouth. She wrapped those plush, soft ruby red lips around his dick and began to slowly flick the head of his cock with her tongue. Sammi licked the length of the shaft until Alyssa hungrily took the whole thing deep into her throat. Sammi got on her knees and kissed Jake, her tongue invading his mouth and her arms pulling him close.

“Ohhh shit…” he panted, and with his left hand on the back of Alyssa’s head slowly forced it all the way to the base of the shaft. Then he slowly guided it off, allowing her time to make her trademark move. It was too much. As her lips wrapped around the head and her tongue skirted over the delicate skin he shot deep into her mouth. He pulled out and stroked his dick, continuing to come all over her face and chest. Sammi was still kissing him, and Alyssa took her hand and massaged the last of the warm cream out of him. Then she placed her mouth on the head and sucked lightly, then kissed it softly before laying back down.

Jake collapsed next to her and Sammi lay down strewn atop both of them. For a few moments no one spoke. “I had best go wash off and go to bed.” Jake got up and pulled on his shorts. “I guess so,” Sammi said softly. “But I got jipped. Tomorrow I want in from the start to finish.” Jake hurried off, sort of nodding and sort of blowing her off. Alyssa was just as confused. Her drunk had worn off, and she was covered in her cousin’s semen.

“I mean it guys…” Sammi got a mischievous grin. “I don’t want gramps or our parents to figure this out, and I don’t think you do either.” She winked at Alyssa, who was wiping her face and tits with a towel. Jake and Alyssa both knew that this was going to become a steamy Thanksgiving- and this was only the first night.

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This is a bonus week Alice series Chapter 11 here and Chapter 12, a completely different story, follows within a week. Today sees tiny 21 year-old pigtails Alice role playing to turn back the clock in a fanciful threesome fantasy as a virgin high school senior student arriving home from school to be greeted by her grey-haired randy new stepfather intent on claiming her innocence. His doting but subservient wife does her best to stop him from taking the daughter into the bedroom but she unwittingly makes it a three-way flesh fest. Virgin oil works best when heated up and stirred well.

Chapter 12 following quickly afterwards for your attention and sees the hypnotherapist deviant doctor J.G. Dalliance having to handle an ill-disciplined smarty pants brat with no respect for her elders. This already sullied Sally savours giving men a hard time. She’s a sucker for punishment being expelled earlier from junior high but not before she gained top marks as the smart arse of her class. Her concerned uncle, who’s paying the bill on behalf of Sally’s frustrated parents, wants the hypnotherapist to straighten her out once and for all. To do it he must reach new heights — or is it really new lows — in his endeavours to influence the mind of a chick who thinks she doesn’t have to answer to anyone.

Chapter 11 begins here: Bi-sexual Lani has longed to make love to Alice ever since she and her erotica business partner Bernard recruited the pint-sized ultra tiny tits young woman into part-time ‘modelling’ assignments for their Companions’ Corner ‘hire a daughter’ fantasy enterprise. Alice is proving such an instant hit the business is booming and they’ve bankrolled Alice into becoming moderately wealthy for someone just turned 21. The key to her popularity is her remarkable but perceived appearance of a teen merging into womanhood, thus pleasing those who are turned on by youthful innocence rather than experience.

Bernard is anxious to get some personal experience with the baby faced adult sized walking talking barbie doll since he seduced her sensationally to an orgasm in the back cubicle of a crowded and noisy cafe. (Chapter 3) That led him to recruit her with the lure of big earnings to model her younger than springtime qualities in hot daughter-like role playing escapades for horny couples wanting to fantasise being intimate with their since grown-up daughters, relatives or neighbour siblings.

The glowing report from Alice’s very first such couple, the divorced Bruce and his live-in girlfriend , bi-sexual Beverley, made Bernard’s mouth water so much this Bernard resembled a St Bernard dog, tongue hanging out, panting. And Lani, who helped Bernard seduce Alice in the crowded cafe by easing her panties over her joggers out of sight under the table, is finally going to get a proper piece of the action.

They remain mesmerised by Alice’s eroticism. She’s very pretty with her hair in twin blonde pigtails ever since she was eight, but for a young woman just 21 she easily passes for someone almost half her age because of her baby sweet face, big nipples sitting on breasts a mere two inches off her chest, an Asian-like slim body with a small, tight butt and a smooth buff free pussy that looks like it could hardly accommodate a man’s penis. Alice’s day job boss, a doctor where she works as a receptionist, answered her call for help when she raised her concerns about her virgin young size and her fears that her pussy couldn’t cope with a man’s penis. But her doctor/employer, ever anxious to maintain a good bedside manner and please an employee, soon replaced her worried look with a big satisfying smile. (Chapter 1)

It was Alice’s doctor who convinced her not to worry so much about looking much younger than her actual years or thinking she’s too tight in the vagina because of her size. She now feels good after he told her that many men like someone of her size and description because a tight vagina reminds them of virgins and her really tiny tits reminds them of when a female moves from girl into adolescence and from there to a young woman so with her they can experience the eroticism of regaining youth and beauty at the same time.

She’s about to arrive after being briefed by Lani over the phone about what Bernard has in mind for his long-awaited sex romp with the tiny tits teaser. His imagination hasn’t stopped working overtime ever since they bumped into each other outside the cafe. That’s when all the blood in his body rushed to his head — his dick head — as he recognised her potential to please being so apologetically subservient as she squatted one knee on the pavement and one knee up in her micro mini skirt to pick up the chocolates spilt when they collided.

The trouble with Bernard is that he’s never had a daughter but he’s so smitten by Alice’s perceived young teen looks that he wants to pretend he’s her stepfather so he can ‘educate’ her with some sex lessons in his biased belief that more daddies than not are destined to dabble in some kind of dalliance with their up and coming daughters tekirdağ escort He wants to fantasise over celebrating his daughter’s last day as a virgin by announcing the immediate need for sex education by getting her out of her rather raunchy school clothes. Alice is such a good actor she should be on stage and the moment she walks in their door she will speak to them as the student just arriving home.

Bernard and Lani are waiting and he confesses his long held lust for wanting her to pretend she’s still at school. “Lani we’ve made heaps of money out of this young woman since she agreed to model for us in the Companions’ Corner, I’m amazed at how many customers out there want her above our other models with nice big tits,” he says, “I’ve got to admit she turns me on and I’m nearly three times her age.”

“Bernard you know how it is with men these days, they can’t resist a chick really tight and especially looking as young as she does. If I didn’t know her I’d swear she’s lucky to be half her age the way she puts on those innocent expressions. She should be in Hollywood.”

“Yeah but they don’t make those kind of movies there. She’s the complete package; I know you’ve briefed her to make it hard for me to take her supposed innocence today but once she gets her gear off and I see that petite figure and those big puffy nipples with virtually no tits under them I’ll find it hard to realise I’m putting it in a 21 year-old woman when she looks like something else. Just as well she enjoys playing the school student thing, it s seems to bring out the best in her imagination.”

“Well don’t overdo it darling, she’s got to be ready for her next Companions’ Corner booking this week.”

“Which one though? There were two bookings and you put one back a week so is it still old Judge Jeremiah?

“Yes darling, I don’t like the man, he gives me the creeps sitting in court passing judgement on other people and in his private life he’s just as bad as some of the people he sentences. He’s a real hypocrite if ever there was one but he’s happy to pay twice the standard rate for Alice after looking at how pretty she is with that cute face and her teeny bopper pigtails, not to mention her petite size all over. The old prick said she reminded him of his son’s daughter and so he wants Alice to pretend it’s her trying to bribe him because her boyfriend’s going before him in court over receiving stolen goods from a warehouse robbery. In any case Alice gets a $500 bonus payment on top of our fee for keeping her mouth shut about his secret fetish.” (Diary it, upcoming chapter 13, two out)

Just as they finish their coffee Alice arrives and it’s game on. She’s dressed as the schoolgirl daughter Bernard could only have wished for in his wildest wanking. Her R-rated uniform makes Lani lick her lips. The pleated tartan type tunic barely hangs at the bottom of her pelvic area, well below her hip bone and is so low across her torso that the swell from her shaved pubic bone is partly visible. The hemline falls a mere three inches below her crotch. She’s wearing her flat heel black school shoes and white socks, kid’s size opaque white nylon panties exposing bare thigh to the waistband and giving her a glorious camel toe between the lips. Her loose fitting school tie is a promotion for her apparent attitude in this outfit, dangling down over a white semi see-through long sleeve silk shirt tied at the bottom under her flat chest to show off her bare midriff and sexy navel. She tops it with her issued narrow band school hat with its fake school emblem and she walks in chewing a stick of gum, her school bag slung over her shoulder.

Bernard can’t believe his eyes and for a moment, completely forgets he’s in playtime as he looks at her stunningly sexy outfit. “Good God Alice, how did you get away with wearing that out in public? You look so hot!”

Alice drops her school bag on the floor and reminds him it’s early evening now and no one saw her coming in. “Sorry I’m late home mom and you daddy, but I had to stay back after class for talking and missed the school bus. Anyway here I am,” she says breezily giving Lani a hug and then turning to Bernard saying “I’ll have to get used to hugging you too, daddy now that you’ve just married mom.”

Her immediate interaction to his fantasy brings him the kind of inner response that shows in his outer response down below. He never minds when a good looking chick gives him a hard time. “Listen Alice, I know I married your mom only recently and I’m something like a stranger to you as your stepfather but we need to be closer. While you were at school today we had a talk about how you’re growing into a fine young woman….”

“Is it about sex again daddy? You’re still worried that I might be giving up my virginity to some boy at school? I bet that’s what it is because three times since I turned 18 two weeks ago you’ve asked me if I’m still a virgin.”

“Listen Alice your new daddy is only concerned about you not tokat escort getting into trouble; if you’ve never had sex with anyone there are things you should know; I don’t want my new daughter getting herself into the family way while she’d just a kid.”

“Bernard, please be fair to Alice, she’s not really a kid just because she doesn’t look 18, give her a chance to express herself. She’s grown up now,” says mom Lani.

“Don’t matter Lani, at this age she’s bound to want sex with hell knows who and if he’s a kid like her with nothing to offer her but a throbbing dick and she gets a bun in the oven it’s too late to talk.”

“I won’t get pregnant daddy, I promise,” Alice says.

“That’s what they all say, all you kids are alike. Next thing you’re humping in the back seat of a car or worse, in a motel somewhere with some goofy kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing and…..”

“That’s not fair,” Lani interjects. “You should give our darling sweetheart a bit more credit than that,” she chastises.

“?addy I’ve been a good girl, I wouldn’t do that. I know I’m like all girls my age I think about sex a lot and wonder but it’s only when I go to bed at night and I’m on my own.”

“Yeah, that’s what all the pregnant daughters say, too. Nope, I don’t care what your mom says I think it’s time for us to unite and bond as a family unit and that means you have no secrets from us. It’s got to start with you getting out of those school clothes, take a shower and come to the bedroom so we can start the education.”

“Oh Bernard, not now, can’t we give Alice more time to get used to you being her new father before you do that,” Lani interjects.

“What kind of education daddy?”

“I’m glad you asked. The one they don’t give you at school, well not in the class rooms anyhow, real sex education.”

“But daddy I’m still a virgin and I don’t have any boyfriends, so I won’t do anything.”

“Alice, it’s fine for you to day that but a father owes to himself to make sure his daughter gets sex education in the home, not in the street with a stranger. No man should have sex with his daughter until he explains it to her first, besides a daughter is safe when it’s in the family, not somewhere across town. Even if you’re 18 you’re still a virgin and you’re still a kid at heart, that’s why you’re still at school. “

“Bernard when I agreed for us to marry and you move in with us you promised you would love her like your own and make her happy, now it sounds like you want to have sex with her.”

“Lani you know that’s an exaggeration. Of course I love her and want to protect her, that’s why her first should be with a loving father who really cares about her, not some kid popping bubble gum or some dirty teacher getting her after class at school. Anyway I’m not a sugar daddy for God’s sake I’m a daddy dedicated to teaching his new daughter about how to handle things that she’s going to encounter as she gets older. No, not just older, right now, she’s at the age she must be aware of certain things, her own responses and why, that’s part of it.”

“Yes, but from a man’s point of view Bernard. Do you really think she’s ready for this? I don’t think so, not with her stepfather. Don’t take her innocence away just yet, she’s not ready for that.”

“Of course she is, just look at her, any red blooded male is going to look at Alice and want her, she’s sexy without even trying to be. I don’t want her getting off on the wrong track when it comes to that.”

“Daddy, what are you talking about? Is it true you want to have sex with me in case I do it with someone else?”

“Alice, that’s not quite the point, the way your mom puts it makes it sound degrading but I think you are truly beautiful and you are damn sexy, yes I’ll admit it, I want to be the first.”

“Daddy having sex is a bit scary to me, I don’t know…” He steps over to her and his hand slides under the teasing tunic, his index finger finding the crack of her pussy lips. Alice jumps back. “Daddy! Don’t do that! It’s embarrassing!”

“There, see what I mean,” he announces. “What happens if a school student or another man does that when she’s wearing those skimpy school clothes? The way she’s dressed in that school uniform is like saying come and feel me, I’m young and delicious.”

“But daddy it’s what all the girls at school are wearing where I go. If you think this is sexy you should come along on sport days when we do gym. The one-piece leotards the school supplies are kept in our lockers like out one-piece swim suits for the swim days and boy, they leave nothing to the imagination. I look at what I see on the other girls and know I must look the same so our male teachers and sports masters must see the same when we line up in front of their table and get our marks.”

“What’s the big deal about that? he asks and Lani frowns as though it’s news to her.

“Well for a start our leotards for our two-hour gym workouts are very tight and made of a sheer trabzon escort kind of nylon and if I can see the other girls’ pussies standing out the way the nylon hugs into them and everyone’s nipples really stick out so must all the male teachers and our sports instructors. We were told never to take them home to be washed because they get done at the school.

“We complained they were a size too small nothing happened about it. Some of us like me as soon as we get active moving about doing what we do at gym, the splits, handstands and all that, the leotards gets pulled into our vaginas so all most of them aren’t even covered. To make it worse, we have to line up in front of the sports table for our marks and teachers and instructors are sitting their behind the table at our waist height taking it all in with smiles on their faces.”

Bernard attempts to look shocked that a private school could allow the girls to be so public about their private credentials. “That’s some school we are sending you to Alice, are there any vacancies on the sports side of thing? I know a lot about fitness, look how fit I am for the over 50s,” he laughs.

“Bernard it’s no joking matter,” Lani instructs. “Please take Alice seriously. I think it’s terrible the school puts them into such revealing sports attire; I can see the whole place is run by men, not one woman on the administration. What are your swimming costumes like honey?”

“Mom, they are really nice in style, one-piece in a nice pale yellow colour like lemon with a very high cut in the hip so that between the legs they are cut narrow in such a way the swimmers just come down right against each side of our pussies and for the girls that don’t shave there, the pubic hair sticks out. The trouble is, as soon as we get in the water we come out looking almost skin colour. The sports masters must have made a mistake ordering costumes meant for sunbaking but never to be used in the water as the water washes back the colour into a skin tone and worse than the leotards, the swimmers stick tight like a second skin but it’s so see-through you’d think the school would replace them for us but they said it’s not in their budget for another two years.

“The swimsuits are a bit like the ones they used at the Beijing Olympics only those Olympic race ones just made the shape of the girls’ pussies and their cracks more noticeable when they were wet being so tightly streamlined to their bodies for speed, but our swim togs are really revealing.”

“Don’t tell me, let me guess,” he puts to Alice, “when you all line up to get your marks after you come out of the pool for your lap times how long do you have to stand in the sports instructors sitting behind the bench table? I bet it’s a long time.”

“Not really daddy but it’s only about five minutes; they have to add our times up and compare them and have a talk to us about how we stroke.” Bernard can’t help laughing at Alice’s made-up line. “Yes I bet they want to know about that!”

“Bernard, stop putting thoughts into a young girl’s mind like that; you know very well what she means,” Lani admonishes. “Anyway, I’m going to take it up with the school board about these teenagers having to wear revealing sports clothes, it’s so typical of male dominated administration. Goodness, look at sport everywhere what our female athletes are wearing, it seems they have to wear clothes emphasising their curves and crevices. Even the lesser known sport of vaulting involving those lovely trained horses the girls are wearing skin tight full length one-piece spandex with no underwear and why the officials have to see their nipples standing out, the shape of their vaginas and the obvious camel toes is a mystery to me. What’s it got to do with jumping on and off horses and running about?”

Bernard thinks it’s a cool arrangement. “Why not?” he muses. “Face the facts you two, if females don’t like being seen as sex objects why do they spend most of their lifetime doing their best to be sexually appealing to men? In my opinion females want to be looked at, they want to be adored, they want to be regarded as a sign of beauty and find me a girl or a woman who doesn’t like posing for a camera. They get turned on posing; it’s the way women are because it’s the way they want to be so it’s a thing of their own making just as much as blaming the men for looking. Lani, I tell you something, when the day comes that I don’t see beauty in a sexy figure that’s the day I’m past it all and you can book the undertaker.”

“Daddy I must admit I liked posing for the camera after school sports” Alice chips in.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“Once a season each class of girls has a picture taken after we finish in the water but they do us in groups of five so we can stands side by side and then they do one big group picture. Me being the shortest I’m always out in front.”

“I didn’t see those pictures, how come you didn’t bring them home so I can see for myself how you can see through the girl’s costumes like that?” daddy complains. Alice smiles sweetly at him. “None of us girls got to see them. The sports master told us it was unfortunate they didn’t turn out but we think the teachers shared them among each other so they ended up getting copies of every girl in the whole high school from 14 to 18 years of age as everyone in each year wore the same kind of swimsuits.”

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It was a flush, quaking type of rage that tickled the tips of my fingers, making them tremble, then clench into fists of their own volition. Opening and closing, again I tried to calm myself, the humiliation turning my cheeks to a crimson color, even though I stood in my bedroom alone, staring at the box with a simmering mixture of rage and embarrassment.

And something else…

How could she?

And then came the rationalization, the excuses that I always made for my mom’s complete lack of boundaries. She had put me on birth control at sixteen, made sure that condoms always just happened to appear in my purse whenever I went on a date, but this…

On my bed lay the Hitachi wand.

Not one of those cheap, knock-off ones, the full throbbing, wall-plugged, pulsating power tools popularized by trashy romance novels and Sex and the City. It had just appeared, materializing on my bed as if some sick, sadistic S&M Santa heard about the problem with my chimney and decided to leave something that would stuff more than my stocking.

And that’s what galled me, the invasion, the unilateral decision that like always, mother knew best just because she happened to write erotic fiction under the ridiculous psydonym Samantha Clementine.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain; a statement that only invalidated all of my actual feelings about having a mom with enough free time to attend every PTA, every soccer game and theater camp, all while paying for private school and now college without batting an eye.

Only it was so suffocating.

I’m so sure it was worse for her, making do with evangelical ministers, parents who fervently believed that the sex encounters a woman endured should correspond perfectly with the number of children she bore. But why do parents seem to overcorrect in the opposite direction? Instead of sneaking out and relishing in the forbidden fantasies, it was like trying to fuck with my mother watching over my shoulder, her erotic advice echoing inside my head.

And yes, I’ve read her stories.

She encouraged it, often commenting that it was better I indulge in my curiosity through reading than watching the worst kinds of adolescent fantasies acted out in a way that was neither safe nor sensual. But after reading enough of her work, I can’t say that I could truly distinguish the difference.

There were plenty of stories about women being taken by men in stereotypical scenes. The girl teasing and tempting the hired hand or uniformed man. The vampire or werewolf, transforming into an otherworldly monster with too big, too hard, and too virile cocks, rutting and ravaging her until the poor thing turned completely into a braindead sex monster.

These weren’t so bad, the trite and tame seeming sterile in comparison to the heavy things of fetish and kinks. Keep in mind these weren’t secret purchases. No, my mom was immensely proud of her work. Box sets decorated the shelves, and I was encouraged to borrow anything I felt ready to read.

It’s how I learned about so many sexual things, finding out about cuckolding from my own morbid interest in the word, then reacting in stunned disbelief as I heard the tale of a mild mannered accountant’s descent into the worst kind of sexual depravity. It starts with just harmless flirting, progressing to the point where the beta male allows one of his wife’s many lovers to hold the key to his chastity contraption, only given permission to orgasm once a year on their wedding anniversary.

It doesn’t stop there: whips and chains, gang bangs and orgies, fathers, sisters, and sons, everything except one category auspicious only in its absence. For in every steaming written word, there was no mother and daughter pairing, ironically my only respite in imagining any sexual scenario without picturing the wide hips and large bosom of my beautiful mom.

It was like every idea about any sexual situation came through forced footsteps in her wake. All the fun and excitement from tasting something taboo had been sullied by her suggestion, so many imagings of these blonde characters she wrote transforming into representations of her. No matter how she described it, I always pictured my mom, bent over and taken, presenting to gangs of pirates or vampires, each filling her with rope after rope of cum until she begged to be given relief.

So many times I would find myself worked up, bringing my body close to the edge, only to have my climax closed down by the image of her in my fantasy. Again and again, I wished there was some category she had left fallow, a little piece of pleasure I could claim just for my own. I would have gladly traded her father for mother, my dad passing before I could really even remember, but the damage was already done.

And worse, I’m sure if I confessed these unsolicited urgings to her, she would have understood completely, making me feel like an idiot for being so ashamed. But no matter what, I was sure the feelings would linger. Still she almost drew it out of me, so sachurine and soothing, getting me to accidentally düzce escort confess my constant issues with climax without really admitting the root of my problem.

I’d almost gone there…

But then I’d probably have an erotic novel featuring the two of us lying on the bed along with the vibrator I deliberately said I didn’t want.

I suppose I could say that my silence was an act of defiance. Only it was more a deliberate attempt to avoid the awkwardness of fighting about the sex toy that wouldn’t solve my real problem. Of course, only after I saw my mother, her pouty lips unable to keep from twisting into a faint smile, did I realize that by letting matters lie I was condoning the gift.

Shuddering, I forced my eyes down from hers, lingering just a little on the tanned curves poking out from the top of her spaghetti top. It wasn’t much, really only the tiniest amount of cleavage after changing from our Christmas out with grandma, and yet the size of her curves always seemed to stretch out whatever she wore. Then again, I’m sure part of it came from her sensual joie de vivre. As I thought of it I could think of nothing in her closet that came close to covering up that perfect hourglass frame, not even the odd bulky Christmas sweater.

Then I realized I was staring. Or rather we both did, my mom mature enough not to say anything about the secret X-mas gift still lying on my bed.

At least I’m certain that’s why she imagined I was blushing.

My mind had started to wander, thinking about the breasts barely concealed underneath that top. Was it my imagination, or could I see the dark outline of those oversized nipples?

It was another thing so different and fucked up from my childhood. Mom never made me wear clothes as a child, and often didn’t herself. She even used to take me to a few clothing optional resorts. I remember begging to go, never thinking there was anything unnatural about swimming naked until those awkward teenage years.

At school, I had been scandalized. I know everyone immediately associates nudity with sex, and certainly in our culture that makes sense. But with society so concerned about anything abusive happening, there was a certain amount of safety assumed in these places.

It’s one of the things I’ll admit my mother got right. Find people who are closed off from their sexality and any misconduct goes unpunished from fear of an uncomfortable conversation. At the lake, I got to see that not everyone looked like they were pulled from pornhub when undressed. Instead of pulling my body image issues from magazines and movies, I knew there was plenty to admire about myself in the mirror.

Even if I wished my chest looked half as full as hers.

I don’t know how much that discrepancy influenced my decision to avoid any more AANR activities. I’m sure partially it came from wanting to fit in with my friends. But as a teen I remember truly believing my mom was noticing my breasts. Certainly she must have, only somehow I believed that she was disappointed that I wasn’t nearly as desirable as her.

There was no big fight or awkward conversation. I just blew off the idea a few times and Mom took the hint. And just like now, I wondered how much easier it would be if she would speak up to ask me even something inanely innocent like I hope you enjoyed your gift. It would have made things a little less internally awkward if she would have known when I needed things forced out of me instead of just assuming I would ask.

I knew in my head I was being ridiculous, that really I just wanted reassurance she didn’t know I had been looking down her blouse. Honestly, it wasn’t that she was ever prying or awkward, it was more than she knew exactly what to say, anticipating every thought to leave me in a stunned, stupid silence. And wherever I managed to merely mumble or exploded in anger, her calm, understanding nature only made the contrast clear.

While I was gangly, small-chested, and uncomfortable, Mom sat stunning, beautiful, and completely confident in the silence. Even in that blouse and shorts, she exuded a radiant sexuality. It was something that I could never separate from my image of her, always thinking of her splayed out between the pages of some erotic ficition, even though I knew her writing and raising me had probably cost her countless romantic pursuits.

I caught my breath, my eyes peeking at her perfectly toned thighs and then up until I imagined what was underneath the v shaped crease in her shorts. I tried to pull myself away, not sure what to say, the same thoughts racing again until I thought I would actually scream out of the shameful things I was thinking.

Oh god, she knows I’m looking at her.

Fuck, she’s totally sees me leering. She’s going to say something, like why don’t you take a picture so you’ll have something to look at while you try out your new toy.

No, you’re the only bitchy pervert who would think of saying something like that. You could probably say edirne escort it. Tell her, say Mom I like your tits. I wish I could touch them again.

Would you hold me while I masturbate?

Oh god, I’m sick. I’m so weird, and she’s so perfect!

“Rachel, do you want to get the rest of your things from the car?”

Saved, again by her otherworldly sense of charisma. I wished I could say it, could admit the strange thoughts I never seemed able to push from my head. And though she seemed to know everything else an eighteen year old girl might need to know about her blossoming body, I still had these unwelcome thoughts too perverted for her to possibly anticipate.

Fuck, it was too perverted for her to even write about.

I slunk away, feeling sheepish and awkward. Sure, she knew what I was thinking, and unable to stop myself no matter how hard I tried to wrench the thoughts from my brain.

She knows you’re about to go to your room and masturabate. That’s why she’s given you the excuse. And it’s no big deal, she won’t know that you’ve been picturing her undressing. That you’ve been making every excuse to rush home early so that you can catch her naked.

It wasn’t something I really could admit to myself, only that the thought of stumbling in and seeing her had stayed in mind after catching her naked in the living room. I didn’t see much, just a flash of her nipples and the bottom cleft of her cheeks. The balls of her feet had been pressed up against her buttocks, showing just enough.

Mom said it was her bisexual posture that made her unable to sit still.

Even so, I barely caught a glimpse of her breasts behind the heavy paperback. It wasn’t like the movies when the character is so startled she clutches the tome against her curves. She shifted a few times, giving me more or less of a peak. But Mom didn’t seem startled or nervous. She just smiled up at me, asking casually about my day as though she wasn’t completely naked on the couch.

I talked until I ran out of things to say.

A few days later, I realized she must spend most of my time at school wearing nothing or next to it. Maybe even masturbating while she wrote. Without thinking about the reasons why, I ditched practice, trying to recreate the moment. Realization only dawned with my disappointment at finding the house empty, self-loathing seeping down the beads of a cold sweat, and I resolved not to repeat the embarrassing effort.

In my head, I repeated familiar rationalizations like a mantra, returning with an armload of presents and trying to force my eyes from her figure.

I was her only child, the sole object for her undivided love and attention. She had those looks that were undeniably alluring, and given her occupation and advocacy, of course I would associate sex with my mother. Plus it wasn’t like I had much else going on, without a boyfriend or even a prospect, I was probably just attaching a bunch of misplaced romantic attention to the nearest viable option, my libido unable to have any real regard to what was actually acceptable.

And really, so what?

Mom wrote dozens of works pseudo-incest. The inability to actually act an idea can sometimes make the fantasy all that more enduring. Maybe in time, when I didn’t have to rivet my eyes onto the carpet to ignore my mother’s breasts, I might even indulge in reading some of the mother/daughter stories written by her competitors.

Then again, wouldn’t that be just as wrong?

Hurriedly walking to my bedroom, I had the wild idea of asking my mom to write an erotic fantasies about the two of us finally talking through my lingering looks over the past few weeks.

Would she do it?

Would I open up the next novel, and read about her, listening to me calling out her name as I orgasmed while she crouched against the wall, as eager to hear me play with my new toy. Her characters so often embodied her attitudes. So she might sit me down, slowly start explaining the birds and bees to her daughter, then offer to answer any question.

I would give her just enough, hinting at feelings I thought she would never understand. Mom would nod, waiting to speak, forcing my anxiety to spill out the unknown meaning behind my desires. And while I was completely awash that terribly waiting, wondering if my confession created a sudden and understandable chasm between me and my closest confidant, she would pull me close, letting her full lips meet mine.

Her hand, more experienced, would gently cup then squeeze my smaller tits. Mom would coo, whispering sweetly how she always preferred small, thin frames, making me forget about how much I looked like a Nordic Pippi Longstockings. She would tweak and twist my nipples as she kissed down my neck, pulling up my sweater, and hopefully taking the small, barely full bra off without seeing how little cleavage spilled out from the cups.

Her head would drop down to my clavicle, kissing and caressing the small little lifts below my breasts, pushing elazığ escort them up so that she could suck greedily as each. Mom would bite, just a little, then move her hand down between us so that her elbow seemed to be the phallic shape between us, a snake, its head sliding around between my thighs.

Her fingers narrow, exploring the glistening part of my pussy, finding me pliant, my legs bowing out to accept every inch.

Two, then three digits pushing their way past the folds of my pussy. I writhe, trying to wiggle myself closer on her hand. I need it, thriving and flush with the fantasy, wondering if it could possibly be enough just to read about my mother lowering down her head, making me wait as the warm breath tickling my clit.

Her tongue would graze me gently, then I would buck my hips up, trying for more and more until my hand interlocked around her head, thighs squeezing against her ears to direct my mother into the final pose of absolute ecstasy.

Could she have known my thoughts? Inside my head, each incestous instance throbbed loud each to send out a cloud of steam like a cartoon character. It seemed impossible that I was anything like subtle or secret, my only hope that my mother took my demeanor as mere embarrassment about needing to use that special Christmas gift.

She didn’t react visibly, and yet retreating down the hallway I had the sense that her eyes were following me with the practiced leer of the experience libertine. I was a baby deer emerging from the woods; thankfully she didn’t dare spook me. I shut the door, leaning my back against it as though expecting her to huff and puff the wood from its hinges.

I caught my ragged breath racing up against my heartbeat, my temples pounding until each thought seemed to spill over the next. Yes, there was the shame, the self-loathing, the creepy, icky feeling that seemed to drip down from my vagina, but compared with the passion of desire, what else could I do?

I clutched my knees to my diminutive chest, against wishing that I more resembled my mom as I hyperventilated. Flushed, the thoughts continued beyond control, each memory of my mother naked billowing up together into one carnal collage around a single instance.

I imagined myself coming home, sitting next to her naked body, and leaning my head against her bosom. She would reach down in between my legs, touching down below the trimmed mess of blonde hair to touch me in just the right place…

I tore at the box, ripping out several plugs in my haste to find an open outlet. The wand would never fully charge, but that didn’t matter. The head sprang to life, shaking and whirring as loudly as a lawnmower. I had a second to be self-conscious at the sound, a moment where I imagined that the sputtering of the device would echo out into the hallway, filling Christmas night with a cacophony of sex noises.

Then I didn’t care.

Of course, she got me the gift. It would be easy to blame my indiscretion on her, as though she would be just as glad as any other parent on Christmas to hear my screams of delight. It was wrong, and yet not entirely so. Above the sounds of the vibe, I imagine a soft set of footsteps in the hallway we shared, and wondered…

Wanting it to be true.

It was too much. I pulled my leggings and underwear down to my ankles, unable to finish the motion before pushing the spongy head of the Htachi against my clit. Pleasure, almost too intense, rattled up through my spine and against the door, causing it thump loudly against the hinges.

Through nervous breaths, I listened for more footsteps, not out of dread, but in anticipation.

I wanted her to be there. I pictured her stripped down to nothing, pressed against the wall, listening for the sound of my pleasure. I thought of her fingers in between those long legs, remembering how I used to shave my pussy to look like hers before the painful dots of razor burn ended that fantasy. I imagined I could hear her pressed against the other side of the door as my bare ass rocked back against it, responding to the toy clenched between my thighs.

She was so close, barely on the other side of the door, listening to her daughter ramp up against the throes of ecstasy. I had been here before, with boyfriends and my own hands, only to have the same squeamish thoughts forced the fantasy to end.

This was different.

Now that she was the focus of attention, her nipples pressed against the side of the door, her imagined pleasure at mine the driving force of orgasm bliss. Part of me wanted to throw open the door, even just a little to add something special to the illusion, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to take the chance at shattering the scene.

I could see it so perfectly in my mind, rising up with the increasingly muffled moans. I was on the edge, needing just a second, just a touch, just one last push before the heavy steady hammering against my clit struck the perfect chord.

And I thought of catching her, those puffy nipples peeking out behind the paperback.

Did I scream?

It was impossible to say, without the stifling inhibition of shame, my first orgasm overthrew every one of my senses. I don’t mean to dismiss the utter euphoria; the pleasure was intoxicating enough to envelop every nerve, as though the last few years of denial had simply been building to this powerful precipice.

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All Characters are aged eighteen or over, sex is consensual, this is a slight departure from the main story, I hope you enjoy. Again non British English lovers please accept that the story is set in the UK and uses the root tongue of English for spelling, if you can’t take arse or Mum, then best you skip this story. Enjoy.

*****

Three Months Later

“Kevin, how do you feel about Julie and Chris?” Jane Carpenter asked her brother.

“What do you mean feel about them, they’re great, I like them a lot, I think Chris is cool and hard working and Julie’s smart and cute and sexy, just like you .” he grinned at his sister and carried on clearing the table.

Jane came to his side and touched his arm, instinctively he stopped and hooked his arm around her waist. She needed a cuddle which meant important news or decisions. He waited patiently for the pronouncement.

“Well, it’s just that, we’re pretty close, all four of us and well, since Julie and I are doing the same course and living near each other, we wondered whether it would be cheaper if we shared a flat or a house together, you know cut down on bills etc.”

She looked up into his eyes and grinned, he bent and kissed her gently on the lips,

“And…”

“And Julie asked me if you and I would be happy to share with them, move into their place, it would be a bit cramped but it makes sense in some ways.”

She gazed into the distance, then looked at him again, smiling and hugging him to her.

“Okay, so when did you and Julie cook this little one up, over coffee or at lunch and what does Chris think?”

“Chris is for it, but he thinks we need a bigger place with bigger bedrooms and a spare room.”

“So how long has this been going on, and why wasn’t I included earlier?”

“You are included, Julie and Chris discussed it and Julie asked me today, now I’m asking you, are you happy to share with them or not?”

“Of course I’m happy to share with them, they’re great and it would be a blast, but we’ve got a three month rental on this place with a hefty deposit, which Dad will go ballistic about if we lose it by quitting early.”

“OK, I wasn’t thinking of tomorrow or anything like that, but later in the year, after our three months are up.”

“Well that makes more sense, and when would we be looking for this penthouse suite and where?”

“Well that’s actually the problem, They have a six month rental on their place, and I said that, if you agreed, we’d move in with them and then start looking for something bigger.” she smiled and hugged him closer again.

“You mean Chris and I would have to look for something bigger, unless we want student digs.” he said, “not.”

“Well yes, that’s about the size of it, Julie and I don’t earn so you and Chris would have to bankroll any move.”

“And Mum and Dad, and The Chambers’, because they put up the deposit monies, so I think they should be involved too,” he looked sternly at Jane and shook his head.

“Nahh!” she said, “Don’t go all Big Brother on me Kev, calm down.”

“I am your big Brother and I am calm, God knows how. Look I’ll speak to Chris and sort something out, ok?”

“You’re the bestest brother any girl could have, I love you so much!” she reached up and kissed his face, then put both arms as far as they would go round him and snuggled up.

“Alright, less of the soft soap, ok let’s finish clearing up, then we’ll sort out the Chamber’s,” he sighed and wrapped his arms round her.

In the Pub Saturday

Chris and Kevin fought their way back from the bar and deposited drinks on the table, cramming themselves into the seats and looked over at the girls. After a quick “cheers” they downed some of the beer and huddled together. The live band continued to murder well known ’80’s and ’90’s numbers to great acclaim from the packed pub.

“OK, so Chris and I reckon we can afford about £900 a month between us, however, any food bills will need to be taken care of by the money our Mums and Dads give you.” shouted Kevin across the table.

“Yes,” shouted Chris, “And it means we have to holiday at home and no parties or trips out, can you live with that?”

Both girls nodded and sipped their drinks, suddenly the noise grew much louder, as the band attacked a very popular number.

“Oh C’mon, this is awful. lets grab some beers and a takeaway and go back to one of our places, this is really beginning to piss me off!” shouted Kevin.

The others nodded and finished their drinks, rising and beginning to push their way through the densely crowded room.

Thirty minutes later they entered Julie and Chris’s flat, taking their drinks and takeaway into the lounge.

“This is the only other room apart from the kitchen, toilet and two bedrooms,” said Julie, “so it will be a bit cramped. I’ve been using the second bedroom as my study, but it has a double bed so it will be easy to fit you in.”

“Well it’s bigger than our place and I’m sure we can manage,” said Kevin and sitting at the couch began opening the takeaway bursa escort dishes.

“Hungry mate,” laughed Chris, “have you worked out what’s what?”

“I don’t want anything too hot!” said Julie, grabbing knives, spoons and forks from the dresser.

“Right, well this should be OK then, it’s mild and in a creamy Masala sauce, you eat seafood?”

“God yes, love it, want a napkin or you ok as you are.”

“Oh he won’t miss that mouth,” said Jane hitting Kevin’s arm, he smiled and poked his tongue at her, “charming manners Bro.”

“The only downside, is, only one bathroom, with bath and shower, toilet and a basin.”

“So we either shed our inhibitions or we have to be extra careful when we have a toilet break!” said Julie, watching as Chris nearly choked on his meal.

“Thanks Jools, your timing was excellent as usual,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“For my part, you’ve all seen me naked, so if you need to use the bathroom when I’m showering or having a bath I’m not going to worry.” Julie said.

“You would if it’s more than a pee,” said Kevin winking at Chris, who luckily had an empty mouth and could laugh.

“Kevin, why do you have to bring it down to the gutter so quickly, you beast.” Jane slapped his arm, but her face betrayed her and she laughed with Chris.

“Seriously,” said Kevin, “if it’s more than a pee we’ll just have to wait, otherwise I agree with Julie, we’ve nothing that the others haven’t seen before so we’ll be careful, but if you have to go, then go.”

“We’ll need to be careful in the mornings sometimes, as we have some early lectures and stuff, so we might cut across you guys getting ready for work.” said Jane.

“True but again, if you two shared a shower on those mornings, then one of us could use the basin to shave, no big deal.”

“Oh so you won’t share a shower with Chris?” Julie said eyeing the two of then.

“Well we could I suppose, but as you two are somewhat slimmer than us, it might be easier if you shared, however, in extremis, if push came to shove and we both need to get out on time who knows.” said Chris.

“Excellent, all sorted, now if we have the bedroom, how will you cope with working Julie?”

“Kev, we could ask Mum and Dad to bring my desk up, it would fit over there, if Julie’s got a desk we can put them back to back and it wouldn’t jut out too far.”

“Oh yes, I have an old desk at home we could get the folks to bring it up next weekend.”

“OK, sorted, now is there anything else to sort out?”

“A joint bank account for bills, we’ll need to pool money for rent and food and all the other stuff we need.”

“Ok, well if we’re pooling food money are we cooking as a family?” said Chris.

“Wow, that would be cool, but who cooks?”

“We all do, we’ll share it out and we can do it jointly and or singly too, whatever makes it work.”

“Done, anyone want another beer?”

“Not me I have to pee, small bladder,” said Julie standing, Jane nodded and stood up too.

“You going together?” said Kevin astonished.

“Well yeah, we’ve done it since school.” said Jane and they trooped off to the bathroom.

“Well we could do the same,” said Kevin looking at Chris,

“Yeah, like I’m sharing the toilet with you!” Chris said with a smile, Kevin laughed and shoveled another forkload into his mouth.

In the toilet Jane slipped her jeans and knickers down and stepped out of them, Watching as Julie did the same they stood side by side at the toilet, Jane lifted the seat and spread her feet apart until they touched Julie’s who had done the same. They arched their backs slightly and used their fingers to pull back their labia, exposing the inner lips, pulling gently they exposed the entrance to their vagina’s and the peehole. a second later with small hisses two streams of pee erupted into the bowl. they pushed out the pee until it started to tail off then contracted their muscles to stop the last dribbles. Julie passed a couple of sheets of toilet paper to Jane and they wiped themselves dry. Jane flushed and they began dressing.

“Let’s leave the seat up and see if they notice,” grinned Julie. Jane laughed and they left the toilet to rejoin the boys giggling arm in arm.

“What’s so funny?” said Chris smiling, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, honestly.”

“Yes nothing’s going on.”

They ate and drank until Kevin rose to go to the loo, returning minutes later with a puzzled look on his face. Jane and Julie collapsed and grabbed each other for support. Chris looked at Kevin then the girls, then back at Kevin.

“OK what gives?” he said, as Kevin sat down.

“The toilet seat was up!” said Kevin, “Is this some new courtesy, you finish and lift the seat for the boys?”

Jane and Julie hugged each other and roared with laughter, tears rolling down their cheeks, finally they parted and lay back on the couch wiping their eyes. Julie had her arms around her chest trying to stop the pain she felt from çanakkale escort laughing so much. Jane began to cross her legs and bend over to stifle her laughter.

“Stoppit, please stoppit, I hurt, please stop,” she begged.

Julie nodded and gripped herself tighter. Gradually their laughter subsided, and just a few giggles escaped.

“Do you remember we told you about our session in the bath and trying to pee standing up.”

The boys nodded, confused by the sudden direction of the conversation.

“Well guys we’ve almost perfected it and we can now do it like you, with very rare accidents, so we thought we’d give you a demonstration, which we just did. We left the seat up to confuse you.”

“I think it would have been a better demonstration if we had been there,” said Chris, “In the interests of scientific research obviously.”

“Yeah, right,” said Jane, “and holding your dick to check the temperature huh?”

“scientifically proven,” said Kevin, nodding his head wisely.

“Oh yes, I’m sure you’re right,” giggled Julie, “how about we hold your dicks when you need to pee and check you out?”

“Ohhh! stiff as a poker, image burned deep in my sub-conscious, thanks ladies, that’ll keep me happy for months.” Chris said, adjusting the bulge in his trousers.

“Yup, that’s an image I won’t forget in a hurry.”

“We only have one problem we need to strip off completely down below, we could wear long skirts and no panties I suppose?” Jane wondered aloud.

“I am going to be dreaming about that for the next few days, the pair of you side by side, bare bummed and pissing, glorious.” said Chris.

“A wankers dream!” added Kevin.

“Hey do you guys still jerk off, even when you’ve got us?” demanded Jane.

The boys looked ashamed and couldn’t look the girls in the eyes, they stammered and avoided answering the question.

“Awww c’mon, be honest, are you two wanking or not?” said Julie, a little loudly and stressing “wanking”.

“OK, okay, yes I still do like to play with it when the urge strikes and I’m on my own, ok satisfied.” said Kevin.

“How often,” said Jane, staring at her brother, “weekly, daily, hourly?”

“Jane, I can’t answer that, sometimes a couple of days on the trot, sometimes not for weeks, I dunno, just when I feel the need too.”

“Well I find I can just cross my legs and sort of squash my lips against my clit, I can do it pretty quietly and no one notices, I did it in the library yesterday, I know I went red and was breathing a bit funny but otherwise no one could see anything.” Jane blushed.

“I do it sometimes sitting on the loo, you know waiting for the pee to start, sometimes it helps me pee.” Julie smiled.

“Bloody hell people, why are we talking about this?” Chris said scowling at the others.

“Because it’s interesting and it means we find out more about each other,” said Julie, “Go on how often do you do it?”

“I never said I did!”

“Ahh! but you never said you didn’t?”

“OK I do, all right, I wank myself off when I need too, especially when you’re not around and I need some release.”

“OK Bro., okay, no one’s criticising you, we all need some relief when the other one’s not around, it’s better than going off to shag someone else, behind the others back.” Julie bent over Jane and touched Chris’s leg.

“But it does raise an interesting point, because, as we’re going to be sharing, we might have less opportunity for a quiet wank if there are other people around.” Kevin said glancing around.

“True, but we can go to our bedrooms and sort it out.” said Julie.

“Yeah and have someone knock or worse come in and catch us, because they wanted to offer to make a drink.” said Jane.

“Or in Julies case, bang on the door because she’s been in the loo to long.” said Chris, smiling at her.

“Ha ha big Bro. I wouldn’t be doing it if you’re around, I could just jump your bones and get what I need.”

“Wow I’d look forward to that,” Kevin said, “I’ll get a Chris mask to wear when it’s only you and me.” he leered at Julie.

Julie slapped his leg hard and poked her tongue out.

Kevin sat back and laughed.

“Kevin would you really sleep with Julie if she wanted too?” said Chris, “because I think I would if Jane asked me, truly, because however much I love Julie, Jane’s one of the sexiest women I know.” Chris nodded at Jane and smiled.

“Wow, yes of course I would, I love Jane to bits, but Julie is a stunner too,” Kevin said.

“Jane would you sleep with Chris?” Julie asked her friend.

“Yes if he wanted me too, like the boys say you can love someone but be attracted to another.”

“Actually, if I’m honest, I’m attracted to you both,” admitted Julie blushing.

“Wow, that doubles your chances of pulling.” said Chris, making Kevin laugh.

“Well in that case why don’t we all share a bed and use the spare room as a Study,” said Julie looking round.

“Serious?” said Jane astonished rize escort at her friends revelation.

“Absolutely, why not, we’ve all been pretty close for some time now, done some wacky things together, what else is there?”

“Are you really serious, are you willing to share Chris and is he willing to share you with us and risk creating a rift or split?” Kevin’s tone was serious and he frowned at Julie.

“Kev, I love you like another brother, although deep down I know I can only be truly happy with Chris, but you guys are such fun to be round, it’ll be like having my family here all the time. I can’t believe all that’s happened, but I do know I want you guys to be part of my … our lives for ever.” Julie stopped and looked round.

“Jools for my part, much as I agree, I can’t think what would happen if Jane or I came in to find you two joined together. In my heart I know I wouldn’t be able to take that, it would hurt so much.”

“I agree Chris, it would rip my heart out to see Kev and Jools together, I would feel totally betrayed. I get your family thing, I feel that, but sex is a step too far”

“Hmm okay but remember you guys got it on and brought each other off and so did Jane and I, and we’ve both experienced having each of your dicks in us, so what’s the difference?”

“Are you totally serious about this or is it one of your experiments?” said Chris eyeing her warily.

“Truth… I was seeing how far I could push this. I set Chris up to ask Kevin about sleeping with you, without telling him why, although I know it wouldn’t work, I never expected it to go the distance, but, you guys have taken it all in and come up with some serious shit on fidelity. I’ve got an assignment about relationships and I was using you as a sounding board.”

“So you wouldn’t sleep with Kevin… or me?”

“I love you both very much, but no sweetheart I wouldn’t want to risk losing Chris, so I would not sleep with either of you, but you’re both sexy people.”

“I think we deserve some more to drink after that. You wound us up beautifully.” said Kevin, he stood, leaned over and kissed Julie on the mouth gently and stepped back, “but to set the record straight, Jane is the only woman for me.”

“Thanks Kev,” said Julie and rubbed Jane’s thigh, “Lucky girl.”

“No we’re both lucky, Chris and Kevin are perfect, I won’t do anything to hurt either of them.” Jane said and leaned over to kiss Chris’s cheek.

“When is this assignment due in?” said Chris, rubbing his cheek where Jane had kissed him.

“A week Monday, and I have some other book research to do, but the discussion here will be the centerpiece of my work.”

“I chose the mother/child relationship, ” said Jane, “I thought there would be more in it, seems I might be wrong.”

“Well I need a pee, going to hold it for me darling?” said Kevin standing up again.

“Do you know I actually think I might,” said Jane leaping up and grabbing for her brothers hand.

“What!!” Kevin panicked and stepped back.

“Hah! had you then.” Jane laughed, as did the others.

“Respect!” said Chris, slapping her outstretched hand.

Julie went to sit on Chris’s lap.

“Sorry for the subterfuge,” she said.

“Well if I understood that word I might be angry, but as I don’t, don’t worry. I love you Julie Chambers, I truly do.”

Julie slapped his arm and smiled, “Liar, about the word, I know you love me, I love you too, and I would never, ever do anything to hurt you, ever.”

They kissed and held each other.

“I think we should be going,” said Jane, “I’ll clear the rubbish away and take Kevin home, see you tomorrow.”

She began to gather up the empty containers and lids, placing them into the paper carrier that they can in.

“No leave it Hun, it’s okay, we’ll do that later, see you tomorrow and sorry for the whole swapping episode thing.”

“No worries, see you at the library tomorrow morning.”

Kevin returned and saw that Jane was getting ready to leave. He helped her on with her coat and picked up his own.

“See you guys soon, Chris we’ll talk about the move, fancy a beer next week?”

“Cool, Wednesdays good, but check on Tuesday in case anything comes up.” they shook hands and swapped to kiss the girls goodnight. The girls pecked cheeks and Jane and Kevin stepped out into the stairwell.

Inside after closing the door, Chris headed for the toilet, stopping as Julie slipped in ahead of him.

“Me first please, small bladder,” she sat on the toilet and pee’d as Chris stood and watched her,she wiggled and shook herself and passed a tissue across her pussy, dropping it into the pan. Standing she heaved her jeans up and turned to lift the seat. Chris moved into position and unzipped his fly, suddenly Julie’s hand came down and carefully pulled his prick out, aiming it into the bowl. He relaxed and his stream jetted into the water mixing with Julie’s pee. She held his prick in her hand, fingers circled around it, near the base, watching the stream drop into the toilet. Finishing she shook him gently and placed it back in his jeans and pants.

“thanks, you really didn’t need to..”

“No thank you for being so understanding, I do really love you, you do know that?”

“Jools I never doubted you for a second, now come on sexy, let’s go to bed.”

“I’m really tired..”

“Too tired…?”

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Jenny woke up and stretched, then laid in bed wondering if the last night had been a dream. She looked around and realized she was at Mike’s apartment, and from the slight throbbing she felt emanating from her crotch she knew she hadn’t dreamed it. She really had let four guys fuck her senseless! And she had loved every second of it! She stretched in Mike’s bed, then ran her hands down her naked body to her bald pussy. The number of orgasms she had last night was countless, as was the number of loads of cum the four had pumped into her willing body. She was getting turned on as she thought about what she had done; giving Mike her anal cherry, taking a cock in her ass and pussy, and most exciting for her, giving them blowjobs on the beach.

Her hand slipped between her legs, which had opened as if on cue, and found her pussy warm and wet. She slipped a slender finger inside and clamped down on it with her pussy muscles, assuring herself that last nights activities hadn’t permanently stretched her. As she was dragging her finger out of her pussy toward her clit the bedroom door opened and Mike appeared carrying a tray loaded with food. The smell of warm bread and honey made Jen realize she was starving.

“Here you go, sleepyhead,” Mike said as he approached the bed.

Jen scooted up to a sitting position so he could set the tray in front of her. As soon as he did she reached for a piece of toast, while his hand brushed her nipples, which were now exposed above the covers. He leaned over and kissed her cheek as his fingers softly rubbed her tits, causing her to moan softly. He sat on the bed while she engulfed her toast and honey, followed by bites of fresh peaches and grapefruit. While she ate she was aware of his gaze, going from her face to her bare breasts, and the slight smile he hadn’t lost since he walked in the door.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, as she swallowed the last bite of peach.

“Like a log,” she replied, “What time is it, anyway?”

“It’s almost 11:00, lazy,” he kidded her, “you need to get in the shower. Your clothes are on the bed in the other room.”

She looked up at him quizzically as he said this.

“Was last night too much?” he asked.

“NO!” she answered quickly, “Last night was exciting beyond my wildest dreams. You aren’t upset at how I acted, are you?”

“Upset because you acted like a cum hungry slut?” he laughed, “You are the girl of my dreams, Jen. Now get in the shower. We have places to go today.”

He took the tray and left the room while Jen got in the shower. As she ran the soap over her tits she felt her nipples harden, and hoped that Mike would be able to make today half as exciting as yesterday. She felt her pussy lips and decided that she didn’t need to shave this morning, so she quickly finished washing and got out of the shower. She heard music downstairs as she walked to the other bedroom to get dressed. Noticing the Mike’s choice of clothes for her, she was glad it was still warm outside. Mike had obviously bought more than the outfit she had worn last night, because today’s outift was new also. It consisted of a bright pink thong, a pair of tight low-cut faded jeans, a short white T-shirt with the words ‘YOU WISH’ emblazoned in red across the front, and flip flops.

She dressed quickly and headed downstairs. She wandered to the back of the house and saw Mike outside finishing washing his car. She stepped onto the deck and walked to the side overlooking the driveway where Mike stood watching her. His eyes roamed over her body, his grin letting her know that he approved of his choice of clothes. The jeans, made with no waistband so they were very low on her hips, were tight on her ass and legs. The pink thong arched out on the sides, clearly visible due to the low riding pants and the shortness of the shirt, which stopped about three inches below her tits so that her bellybutton was bared. The shirt stretched tight across her firm tits, her nipples already pushing out against the thin material.

“Hey babe,” he said, stepping toward her. “How do you like the outfit?”

“I like it a lot!” she replied as she joined him at the car. “It’s really cute and naughty at the same time.”

“You would be cute no matter what you wore. And this definitely has some naughtiness to it.” He told her, running his hands along her side to flick his finger under the strap of her thong.

She leaned into him and they kissed, incirli escort his hand moving up her side to caress the slope of her tit, making her moan.

“I can’t believe how horny you make me!” she told him, leaning back against the car and arching her back. She watched as his hand rubbed along the top of her jeans, then up to her belly button and higher his hand pushing her shirt up as it moved until both of her tits were exposed. She looked around and saw Mike’s next door neighbor mowing his lawn, but his back was to them as Mike leaned down and licked each nipple before pushing her shirt back down and stepping back.

“Let’s get going,” he said, opening her door for her. “We have a busy day ahead of us.”

They headed out along the coast, and talked about the preceding night. She confided that she had been a little apprehensive about anal sex, but that having James’s cock in her ass had made her cum the hardest of all her orgasms. She also admitted that she loved having a cock in her pussy and ass simultaneously. When Mike asked if there had been anything about the night that she did not enjoy she told him that she had enjoyed it all. Mike told her the most erotic part of the night for him was watching her on her knees at the beach giving head to the group. He also loved hearing her talk dirty and would like to hear her do that more.

They had been driving for over an hour when Mike pulled into a parking area overlooking the bay. There were a few other cars parked there, but no people present. Jen had never been here, but noticed a sign that identified it as a state park with campsites and hiking trails. Mike parked near a sign showing hiking trails one direction and campsites another. She looked over at Mike questioningly.

“Umm, these are not my best hiking shoes,” she said, lifting a leg so that her flip flop dangled from her toes, “or did you have something else in mind for me besides a romantic hike?”

“I have something else in mind, but I wouldn’t call it romantic,” he told her. “How horny are you?”

“Very,” she told him, “I was already wet, but talking about last night has my pussy soaked. Are we going to play out here?”

“In a way. There are some campsites a short walk down that trail,” he pointed to the trailhead. “Some friends of mine have been camping for a week and are itching for some female company. I told them I knew a slut that loved cock, and wasn’t shy about it. Was I right?”

Jen felt her mouth getting dry as she realized that Mike wanted her to go alone and let a group of men fuck her. She could feel her pussy throbbing at the thought of it, and knew that Mike would not let her do anything dangerous. She looked up at Mike, knowing he was waiting on an answer from her. If she told him she did not want to do it he would not make her, she knew, but she trusted him, and found herself nodding her head.

“I’ll be back at 5:00. That gives you four hours to satisfy my friends. I expect them all to be happy when you leave.” He told her, leaning over to kiss her roughly before opening her door. “Have fun!”

She walked toward the trailhead and turned to see Mike’s car leave the parking lot. She took a deep breath and started toward the campsites, wondering how many orgasms she could have in four hours.

Mike left the parking lot and quickly drove to another one a short distance away. This one was near the campsite of his friends, so he would be able to watch the show without Jen knowing. He took a pair of binoculars from the trunk and went to a grove of trees about fifty yards from the camp. He looked over and saw his friends Matt and Jeremy sitting outside, but there was no sign of the others. They had set up just off the trail near the lake, and as he watched Mike noticed Jeremy glancing from his watch to the trail Jen would be walking down. A couple of minutes later he saw Jeremy tense, then Jen came into his view. She looked delicious as she walked toward Matt and Jeremy, her full tits jiggling under the thin shirt.

Matt and Jeremy exchanged grins as they saw her come into sight.

“Damn!” Matt exclaimed under his breath, “Mike said she was hot, but I never thought she would be this sweet!”

“He said to give her the full treatment, and you know he’s watching, so we can’t disappoint him.” Jeremy reminded Matt quietly.

Jen had noticed the two and walked toward çengelköy escort them, stopping a few feet away. They did not bother to hide their stares as their eyes went from her firm tits to her bare belly, then to her exposed thong and down her long legs to her feet. Jen felt there eyes roaming across her and could see the raw lust in their eyes. She felt her nipples harden and push against her shirt.

“You must be Jenny,” Jeremy finally broke the silence.

She nodded, shifting her feet self-consciously.

“My, my. Mike said he had a hot girlfriend, and from the look of you he was not lying!” Jeremy said. “By the way, I’m Jeremy, and this is Matt. The others are at the lake, so we have some time to get acquainted.”

“What did you have in mind?” Jen asked, her heart already pounding as she spoke.

“Well, for starters, ever since you walked up poor Matt here has been trying to stare a hole through that shirt you are wearing.” Jeremy said, “I think he is in love with your tits, so why don’t you slip that shirt off and let him have a look?”

Jen hesitated for a second, then reached for the bottom of her shirt. She saw Matt and Jeremy following her hands intently as she raised the shirt slowly. Just as the round slopes of her tits came into view she stopped, enjoying the attention she was getting.

“Are you sure it’s OK for me to take my shirt off out here?” she asked shyly, “I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“We’ve been here a week and no one has been through,” Jeremy replied, “Now quit teasing and let’s see those tits!”

She giggled and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to Matt. She couldn’t believe she was standing in front of two strangers topless, but she was, and she was loving it! The guys whistled appreciatively at the sight of her bare tits. There were still tan lines visible, but it was obvious that she had been tanning topless. The full globes were capped with pink nipples that were achingly hard already. She arched her back, pushing her tits out to give them a good look.

“Well, Matt, do you approve?” she asked.

“Come over here so I can see if they are real,” Matt replied, sitting up straight in his camp chair.

She walked over, stopping in front of him. He was nice looking, she thought to herself. He was about 25, with blond hair and blue eyes; a surfer look. He had on an old Nirvana T-shirt and cut off khaki shorts. Jeremy, sitting next to him, looked more like a businessman, with his black hair cut short and parted. He was tall, probably 6’2”, and muscular. She wondered if Mike knew them from work or if they were friends from his hometown.

While she was appraising Mike’s friends, Matt reached up and put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to him, between his legs. She felt his hands, hot on her sides begin to move up until they were grazing the sides of her tits, then he moved them around and covered her tits, squeezing lightly. She looked down at his hands and noticed a wedding ring just as he squeezed harder, making her moan slightly. She knew he could feel her hard nipples pressing against his palms.

“Yeah, those are definitely real,” he said, as Jeremy reached over and flicked his finger under the strap of her thong.

“What is this, Jenny? You like showing off what little underwear you put on?” he teased.

“I guess I do,” Jen answered, her eyes going from Matt’s hands on her tits to Jeremy’s hand now tugging at her thong.

Jeremy stood behind her, his hands moving to her ass where he traced the tiny triangle of her thong through her skintight jeans. Matt was now alternating between squeezing her whole tit and catching her nipples between his fingers and rolling them, which was making her clit start to tingle. Jeremy pressed his crotch against her ass, forcing her to lean into Matt’s hands. She felt his breath on her neck, then he was kissing and nipping at the back of her neck while his hands roamed from her back to her belly.

“Take your jeans off,” he whispered in her ear as he licked along her jawline.

She shivered as his fingers traced the skin along the waistband of her jeans. Matt had sat forward in his chair and was sucking her nipples, his teeth catching the hard nubs and pulling them out before running his tongue across the tender tips. Jen reached for the button on her jeans and popped it free. She pushed the short escort bayan beyoğlu zipper down and hooked her thumbs in the waistband before wiggling them off of her hips. Matt continued to mouth her tits, while Jeremy’s hands began to glide along her thong until he dipped it under the front to her bare mons. She felt the bulge of his cock pressing against her ass and ground back against him, her shyness now gone as her lust took over.

Matt’s hand slipped further down her panties, his fingertips grazing her pussy lips before he cupped her pussy and squeezed.

“MMmmmmm,” she moaned, grabbing Matt’s head with one hand while the other reached around to squeeze Jeremy’s ass.

“Damn, you are wet!” Jeremy said, his middle finger sliding through her juicy lips and wiggling into her hot pussy. “We better do something about that.”

He quickly pushed her thongs down her legs, leaving her naked. “Here, Jenny, let me get you somewhere to sit,” Matt said, leaning back from her now wet tits. Matt quickly pushed his shorts off and sat back in the armless chair, his hard cock jutting from his crotch.

“Turn around and sit on it, Jenny,” Jeremy instructed, “and I’ll give you something to suck on.”

She turned her back to Matt and straddled him, reaching for his cock as she squatted. It was nice and thick, causing her to moan as she rubbed the head across her clit before guiding it into her pussy. Jeremy already had his shorts and shirt off, and was watching her pussy engulf Matt’s cock. She saw that Jeremy’s cock was longer than Matt’s, but thinner, and there was a clear drop of precum bubbling out the tip. She wiggled against Matt, loving the feel of a hard cock in her hungry pussy. She reached a hand out and wrapped it around Jeremy’s cock, the other hand cupping his hairy balls. He stepped forward and she opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to collect the precum.

“Mmmm, delicious,” she sighed, looking up at Jeremy, “I love the taste of cum.”

“So I hear,” he grinned down at her, “Mike says you are a pro at deepthroating also. Is that true?”

Instead of answering, Jen ovalled her lips and took the head of Jeremy’s cock in her mouth, then leaned forward, feeling his cock moving across her tongue to the back of her mouth. When the head touched her throat there was still an inch or so remaining outside her mouth. She relaxed her throat and continued leaning forward until her lips were mashed tightly against Jeremy’s pubes and his cockhead was trapped in her throat. She tightened her pussy around Matt’s cock to let him know she hadn’t forgotten him as she withdrew her mouth from Jeremy’s cock.

“Fuuuck, that felt good!” Jeremy said, “Don’t stop. I want to cum in your throat.”

“You can cum anywhere you want,” she told them as she stroked her hand up and down Jeremy’s cock, “just fuck me.”

With that she took Jeremy down her throat again and began to ride Matt, lifting her pussy up then slamming it back down on his cock. She had been horny since she woke up this morning and still hadn’t had an orgasm, but she was getting close, and hoped to cum before Matt and Jeremy. She knew that it had been a while since they had gotten laid, though, and was afraid they would cum too fast. She was right. Suddenly Jeremy grabbed her head in his hands and held her still, his cock buried in her throat as his cock began to pump its load. She swallowed, tightening her throat around his cock as he shot his cum into her belly. Matt was humping up into her pussy at the same time, his hands on her waist forcing her pussy along the length of his cock until he pushed her down and she felt his cock spasming in her tight pussy. The two slowly relaxed their grip on her and their softening cocks slipped out of her mouth and pussy. She felt Matt’s cum oozing out of her pussy as he reached around and found her clit with his finger.

“Ohh, yeah, rub my clit. I need to cum so bad!” Jen moaned, her hands finding her own nipples and pinching them as Matt smeared his cum all over her pussy. “Hell, if you need to cum leave those limp dicks and come over here!” someone yelled from across the clearing.

Jen turned and saw four men staring at her naked body. The way she was sitting with her legs spread she knew they could see her pussy gaping open. She started to close her legs, but Matt held them open and continued rubbing her clit, making her squirm as the four watched.

Jeremy started laughing. “Well, don’t just stand there, assholes. Get over here and help the poor girl!” He said. “You have to let her suck your cocks, guys, she is a pro!”

*****

I had to divide this submission into two parts because it was getting wordy. I’ll have the rest of it up in a day or two hopefully.

As always, I welcome comments.

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“Not here!” Izzy was begging in her pipsqueak voice.

But Buddy wasn’t listening. He was grinning that mischievous dimpled grin she couldn’t resist and pulling her into the closet. The closet was big enough to fit a few people, despite the books stacked up, the coat hanging that smelled of cigarettes, and the hanging lamp they had to keep pushing out of the way.

“You said ‘anytime, anywhere, anyhow’ didn’t you?” he was telling her, grabbing her arms, protruding his lips towards her like he was talking to a baby. “Didn’t you, Izzy, baby?”

She slapped at his face lightly. “Someone’ll catch us!”

“Not if you hurry the fuck up.”

He pulled the door of the closet closed and started groping at her clothes—her tank top, her knit jacket, her skirt. He was in a playful frenzy. She yelped as he grabbed at her panties.

He put a finger to her lips. “Shush!”

“Wait, wait, wait!” She pushed him back and listened. His hands were still coming for her. “Movement,” she said.

He listened to. There was someone in the classroom. The lights were off and sunlight was filling the room. A shadow was moving about the room. Then it left.

“Teacher’s on break. He won’t be back for an hour!” Buddy reassured her.

“He just walked in.”

“That wasn’t him.”

“How do you know?”

He tried to kiss her. She turned away so he kissed her face instead, nibbling at her skin, her cheek, her neck, her ear, pulling a strand of her brown hair from his mouth, and kissing her some more. She was starting to breathe harder and he knew he had her then. She relaxed. Her cheek moved. She was smiling now, he figured. She turned to kiss him on the lips now.

“My beautiful baby,” he said to her between licks and kisses. “My crazy little slut.”

She gasped and pulled away. “Buddy!”

“Shush.”

“You fucking asshole,” she said, the bite of her words lost in her baby voice.

“I’m playing.”

“I know but still…”

“I like it when you’re a little slutty,” he said. “It turns me on.” He took her hand and put it against his pants. “See how you turn me on?”

She rolled her eyes but nodded. “Yeah.”

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She smiled at that. “Okay.”

“My pretty little pussy?”

She clicked her tongue in annoyance but didn’t stop his hands riding up her shirt to her small tits. His words were crass but his smile, his enthusiasm, his horniness for her were irresistible. She took his face and kissed it while his hands found their way to her ass.

Then the shadow came back.

“Oh my God,” she said but he put his hand over her mouth.

The shadow came right to the closet. Izzy was freaking out but Buddy stayed calm and held a finger up telling her to wait. There was a soft knock on the closet door.

“It’s Harry,” said the familiar voice.

Harry was a friend of theirs, another senior who also had this room as a homeroom in the morning.

Buddy reached for the door handle. Izzy was shaking her head. Buddy opened it. Harry had his hands up and a huge smile in a silly pose.

“What up, you sickies!” Harry said.

Buddy laughed and pulled Izzy towards him. Harry squeezed into the closet with them and scrambled to close the door behind him. The lightbulb hit his head and he pushed it to the side. Buddy nearly tripped on some of the books but Izzy held him up. Harry was behind Izzy, his hands on her hips.

“Harry, what are you doing here?” Izzy asked.

Harry kissed her neck. “I want to play, too.”

She elbowed him. “You should be in class.”

Buddy was trying to kiss her.

“I am,” Harry said. “Anatomy class,” he added as he yanked up Izzy’s skirt as she yelped.

Buddy laughed and reached for her panties, rubbing his fingers on her pussy.

“You guys!” Izzy was complaining, looking towards the door.

“Mr. Ozniak is all the way in the teacher’s lounge,” Harry told them. “I heard him there with the other bozos.”

Izzy was biting her lip. “Buddy?” she said to him.

“Sh,” Buddy said. “It’s okay. He’s cool.” He took her arms and wrapped them around his neck and brought his face close to hers. “Anytime, anywhere, anyhow, remember?” He kissed her. “Remember cihangir escort saying that to me?” He kissed her some more while Harry was reaching into her panties. “My baby girl?” Izzy was starting to nod. “My little slut?” She looked at him, but he said it again. “My gorgeous little slut?”

She finally kissed him back again.

Buddy turned her around, which wasn’t easy in the cramped closet. She was now facing Harry who had a silly grin on his face.

“Him, too,” Buddy whispered into her ear.

She looked at Harry. Harry closed his eyes and puckered up his lips. Izzy rolled her eyes and shook her head before pecking him on the lips.

“Hee-hee,” Harry said. Then he puckered his lips again. She gave him a longer kiss.

Buddy bent her over a little and pulled her panties down.

Harry was in her ear. “You’re so sweet, Isabel.”

Buddy had his own pants lowered now.

Harry was still in Izzy’s ear. “Sweetest girl I know.”

Buddy spread her feet as wide as they could in this closet.

“You take care of us?” Harry asked her.

She hesitated for a moment. Then she responded. But just as she said “yes,” Buddy slowly thrusted his cock into her and her “yes” became a yelp.

“Hurry,” she said to Buddy as he fucked her from behind.

Harry was trying to maneuver a way to suck on her nipples but couldn’t so he just kept groping them.

Buddy jerked his cock out of her suddenly and she grunted a little. Buddy and Harry worked quickly to turn her around again. A stack of books fell over and Izzy was now standing on books. Harry was now behind her and quickly undid his pants to get his cock out.

“Hurry up,” Buddy said to him.

Harry was still a little limp. He grabbed his cock and stroked it to get harder.

Buddy scooped up some of the cum dripping from his cock with his middle finger and held it to Izzy’s mouth. She shook her head at first. Harry was harder and now trying to find his way into her pussy. Buddy kept his finger to Izzy’s mouth and wiped some of onto her lips. She groaned as Harry started fucking her. She opened her mouth a little and Buddy feriköy escort quickly dipped his finger into her mouth. So she sucked on it. He scooped up some more cum and brought it to her open mouth. She opened her mouth wider to take it. She was whimpering a little as Harry plucked at her nipples. It was an uncomfortable position and she had to grab at the shelves and the door to feel balanced.

Suddenly, lights came through the crevice of the closet door.

Harry froze. Izzy gasped. Buddy cursed quietly.

Someone was moving about the classroom. Then the movement stopped. They wondered if the person was gone. Izzy started to say something, but Buddy put his hand to her mouth again. But she was still trying to say something. Her body was moving. Buddy gave her a questioning look.

It was Harry who had slowly resumed fucking her.

Both Buddy and Izzy protested without talking aloud. Harry stopped reluctantly.

The damage had already been done. The closet door suddenly opened.

Mr. Ozniak was staring at them. Harry fell on the floor, his pants around his ankles as he crawled away. Buddy stepped out quickly, zipping his pants back up. Mr. Ozniak was speechless, just staring at Harry and his naked butt on the floor. Buddy hurried out of the classroom, leaving them behind. Harry scrambled to his feet getting his pants up finally and holding on to them. He was stammering something but couldn’t get the words out. He made it out of the room.

Izzy’s skirt and shirt had dropped back in place the minute the boys let go of her, but she couldn’t find her panties. She kept looking. She glanced at Mr. Ozniak who still wasn’t saying anything. She looked under the books that had fallen.

“You’re all in trouble,” Mr. Ozniak said. “What the hell were you thinking, Isabel?”

She finally found them in the corner of the closet. She grabbed them and headed towards the door.

“That’s suspension for all three of you!” Mr. Ozniak was saying.

Izzy stopped by the door. She bent down to put one leg through the panties. Ozniak was looking. She put her panties on. Ozniak caught a glimpse of her privates. She adjusted her skirt and her top and her hair.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ozniak,” she said. “I fucked up as usual.” She turned to leave.

They didn’t get suspended. Mr. Ozniak later had a chat with Izzy about guys using her. In response to that, she didn’t answer Buddy’s calls for the rest of the day. And Harry became the butt of most of Mr. Ozniak’s jokes for the rest of the school year.

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“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Sally said. Yeah sure, fun for a bunch of horny guys maybe, Jeanna thought. She clearly felt anxious about going to the party, but as usual, Sally had managed to drag her along.

“Okay, we’re here,” Sally said with a big grin. “You excited?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. Can we go home now?”

“Very funny. Let’s go.” Jeanna reluctantly got out of the car. She was a blonde of medium height with a great body. Her tight outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination either. She and Sally walked up the path toward the house. It wasn’t really a big deal anyway, she figured. There would only be six or seven of them. Greg answered the door, with a beer already in hand.

“Sally, Jeanna, so glad you could make it! Thank God, too. I didn’t want to sit around all night with these bums.” Jeanna looked to where Greg was pointing. There were a couple guys she didn’t know. Sam was also there, standing next to them, thank goodness. She didn’t think she could make it through the night without him. They had been going out for a little while. Nothing serious yet, but she had a good feeling about him.

Beers were handed around to everyone. Jeanna gladly accepted them, knowing she would need all the help she could get to relax. After some talking and joking around, Greg stood up and said,

“Okay then, are we all ready for tonight’s movie?” Sally and the guys cheered. Sam looked over at Jeanna and shrugged. A movie–that didn’t sound too bad. Greg came back with the videocassette. “Let’s see,” he was saying, making a big show of it, “what do we have here?” He held the tape at a distance, pretending to have a hard time reading it. One of the guys told him to get on with it. “Ah yes, here we are: Face-Cummers 8. Hmm, that sounds like a nice family movie. Ooh, Ebert & Roeper give it two thumbs up!” The guys laughed at this. Sam gave Jeanna a look that said, “I didn’t know he was going to do this.” Jeanna got up to leave but Sally pulled her back down.

“Come on now, Jeanna,” she giggled, “be a little open-minded for once. It’s harmless. And you never know, you might even learn a thing or two.” Sally winked at her and laughed again. Jeanna sat back down. Maybe Sally was right, and anyway, she didn’t want to spoil the fun.

The movie started. After a lot of corny dialogue, the woman started licking the man’s penis and sucking on it. Jeanna hadn’t ever seen porn before so it was all pretty surreal to her. She couldn’t help but be a little fascinated though. After several minutes of the woman playing with the man’s cock, she let go of it and he stroked it himself. Jeanna saw the woman get down right in front of his penis, waiting eagerly for him to spray her. Jeanna had to admit that it was exciting her to see the woman so willing, so hungry for him. The man breathed faster and louder, letting the woman know that it was almost time. She smiled at this and shut her eyes lightly, tipping her head back, in preparation to take everything he had for her.

Finally, the man reached his climax. Jeanna watched in awe as seven or eight thick streams of semen erupted out of the man’s cock, right onto the woman’s face. He hit her forehead, her chin, her cheeks, and her lips. The whole scene had such an effect on Jeanna that she couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. When she finally got herself under control, her mind started to race wildly. This is what she was so reluctant about? Good God, what she had just seen was so beautiful! Nothing had ever made such an impression on her. In fact, she would love to try something like that herself! She smiled as she was thinking this.

The other guys were denizköşkler escort clapping and joking around. Jeanna hadn’t even noticed, being so lost in thought. She had seen all she needed to see. She grabbed Sam’s wrist and pulled him out of the room. The others just kept their eyes on the screen. Jeanna couldn’t blame them.

“Hey, Jeanna,” Sam said. “You holding up alright?”

“Come with me.” She led him into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. Sam thought she was still upset.

“I swear I didn’t know Greg was going to play that tape. I don’t know why I even hang out with those freaks. I hope that scene didn’t scar you for life.” Sam smiled and rubbed her shoulders, trying to be the good boyfriend as best he could. Jeanna replied,

“Yeah, it was pretty nasty–definitely disgusting. I think we should try it.”

“Try what?” Sam had totally missed it, which wasn’t surprising, knowing what he did about Jeanna. She whispered in his ear.

“I want you to shoot your cum onto my face. Will you do that for me?” Sam just stared at her for a while, and then a different smile started forming on his face.

“You naughty little girl… You liked it!” Jeanna smiled bashfully, but at the same time she boldly reached out and started rubbing the bulge in his pants.

“Now,” she murmured, “you think you can help me out, or not?” Sam answered by quickly unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. His huge erection bounced into view, pulling Jeanna’s gaze directly to it. “That’s a good boy,” she said smoothly, not looking away from it.

Jeanna fell to her knees and stroked his cock with both hands. She focused all her attention on it. She knew that any second, it would smother her face with cum, just like the woman in the video. The thought drove her wild. Her hands massaged and tugged madly.

“Oh God, Jeanna. That feels so good,” Sam said. He pushed his hips forward, giving her free access to his cock. “Okay, I’m ready,” he panted. Jeanna let go so he could take over, just like in the video, except this time it was really happening to her, Jeanna thought excitedly.

Sam stroked his cock smoothly and evenly. Jeanna’s hands were at his sides. She couldn’t keep quiet.

“Yes, Sam, come all over me,” she said. “I want it so bad. Ooh, come for me. Come on my face!” This easily pushed Sam over the edge. He held onto the sink to keep him steady on his feet, and aimed his cock at Jeanna’s forehead with his other hand.

Her heart beat powerfully with the knowledge that she was now in the line of fire. As soon as the first jet of semen struck her face, Jeanna thought she was in heaven. It seemed as if nothing in the world mattered but that very moment. She felt weightless as several thick strands of his cream lined her cheeks and lips. She drank some of it down without even thinking about it, as some of the rest ran down her neck. As Sam’s shootings slowed down, he got in closer and dripped onto Jeanna’s nose. Her nails dug into his thighs in the ecstasy of the moment, and after what seemed like a great span of time, it was finished.

Jeanna was breathing so hard that Sam was afraid she might pass out. When she finally slowed her airflow, she said,

“My God. That was wonderful.”

“You’re telling me!” Sam replied, in complete awe of her. “Jeanna,” he said seriously, “you were absolutely amazing. I don’t think any woman could lose herself in the moment the way you just did. Hell, you’re easily as good as any porn star could ever be.” This last part really hit home with alemdağ escort Jeanna.

“Really?”

“Definitely.” Maybe it wasn’t such a crazy thought. After all, anything that could fill her with such complete joy had to at least be considered.

“So how do I look right now?” she asked, giggling.

“You look great! Have a look.” Jeanna stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She had rosy cheeks and her face was moist from sweating. Her face was more than halfway covered with Sam’s sperm.

“Wow,” was all she could say.

It had been a life-changing experience for Jeanna, no doubt about that. She didn’t want to stop there though; it was time for the big leagues. She never in her wildest dreams thought she would want such a life if you had asked her a week before, but clearly, people change.

She didn’t have much of a clue about how to take the next step. She figured she would ask Greg for the videotape box. Maybe it had an address or Web site or something.

As soon as she asked him about it, he gave her a very suspicious look.

“Why? Is this some kind of trick?”

“Ugh, Greg, don’t be so paranoid. I just want to see if there’s an address on the box.”

“Right, so you can write to them and complain, right?”

“No, so maybe I can be in ‘Face-Cummers 9.'”

This took Greg so completely by surprise. Jeanna had stated her intentions so plainly, without a trace of sarcasm in her voice.

“Holy shit. You’re serious aren’t you?”

Jeanna nodded, a little shyly. Why was she telling Greg? Well, she figured she might as well. Everyone would find out eventually. And anyway, Greg seemed to know a lot about it.

“Hmm, life just got interesting didn’t it?” Greg started rubbing his hands together and pacing back and forth. “Well you won’t find anything on the tape box, but I can hook you up. Their studio is right over in Santa Monica. Hell I’ll drive you myself, if…” A big smile spread over his face.

“If what?” Jeanna asked, smiling a little too.

“Well, I mean, obviously you’ll need a little more practice to uh, prepare for your audition, right?”

“So… you want to come onto my face then?” she asked matter-of-factly. Greg stared at her again.

“Umm, yes ma’ am, I do believe I would enjoy that.”

“Alright,” she answered. “Let’s go to the bathroom.” Greg led the way, not hesitating for a second. He looked like three Christmases were happening at once. When they were safely hidden in the room with the door locked, Jeanna took charge. “Okay, Greg. Whatever might happen later, this is my show now. Keep quiet and let me do what I want with you.” Greg had no objection whatsoever to such an arrangement. He put his hands behind his back and simply said,

“Yes, ma’am.” He knew better than to mess with a perfect situation like this. Jeanna looked down at his crotch. She could already tell that he had begun to harden. She got down on her knees in front of him, causing him to sigh deeply in anticipation. She opened him up and pulled him down, making him shudder at having his privates exposed to Jeanna. She smiled at how his bravado disappeared in the heat of the moment.

Jeanna reached out and cupped his balls, waiting for his cock to become fully erect. She enjoyed the feel of them, massaging them slightly. Greg was completely hard in no time. Jeanna took his shaft in both hands, squeezing hard without really meaning to. Her hands then stroked up and down together like a machine, twisting and rotating all the while. Jeanna tried to resist the urge to use akbatı escort her mouth but couldn’t. She slipped Greg’s cockhead into her mouth, and from there, she engulfed his entire penis, causing him to moan slightly. Jeanna had to admit that the full feeling in her mouth was pleasant enough, but she went back to using her hands. The idea was to take it on her face, after all, not down her throat, at least not all of it.

Jeanna could tell that Greg would be coming soon by his loud, even breathing. She felt the same excitement she felt with Sam: Cum would soon be all over her face. The thought made her moan a little, but she knew she couldn’t lose her head; she had to aim his cock just the right way so all his semen would land on her face.

Greg came as Jeanna stroked him wildly. His first shot sailed clear over her head, but she corrected immediately and took the rest on her lips, chin, and forehead. When Greg finished, she took his knob back into her mouth to make it shiny and clean, relishing the bitter taste in her mouth before swallowing. She finally looked up at Greg again, who was staring down at her in awe.

“You’re fabulous, you know that?,” he said. “They’d be crazy not to hire you.” This made Jeanna smile. After all, she figured, with Greg’s knowledge of porn, he ought to know what’s good and what isn’t.

The next day, Greg dropped Jeanna off at the studio in Santa Monica. They took her through a short interview to find out her experience. They were reluctant to give her a shot since she’d never had sex on camera before, but Jeanna, as in any other interview, made it clear that she would do her best to learn the business. The interviewer loved the way Jeanna looked right away. He told her that she was turning him on and asked for a blowjob as a type of audition. After thinking briefly how crazy this all was, Jeanna agreed.

She sucked the man off while he sat at his desk. As soon as his cock came into view, Jeanna had no trouble focusing on the task. The penis seemed to have a power over her these days, no matter who its owner was. She knew this meant that she was a total slut, but frankly, she didn’t really care. She gave a nearly perfect blowjob, swallowing everything the interviewer sprayed in her mouth. She was starting to acquire a taste for cum.

Because she expressed in her interview that her main interest was the cumshot on her face, inspired by the “Face-Cummers” video, the studio offered her $500 to do a naked, one-man cumshot clip on camera, and Jeanna agreed right away. She was nervous about getting naked in public, but as soon as her costar saw her pretty face and nice body, his cock rose very quickly, giving her great confidence. She found it all extremely exciting and arousing, which is why she was there, after all.

The clip was very straightforward. The camera roamed her naked body, paying closest attention to her face, breasts, butt, and crotch; then she went down on her knees to accept the cumshot from her costar, (a black man with a thick, ten-inch penis in this case). Her knowledge that many men would see her dirty nakedness and sexual degradation by a black man only enhanced her performance. During the seconds of the cumshot itself, Jeanna was as if possessed, caught up in the lust and ecstasy of the moment. She knew then that it was definitely something she could get used to in a hurry.

She easily wowed all the producers. Before she knew it, she had earned quite a lot of money, (which she shared with Greg for hooking her up), starred in “Face-Cummers 9,” “10,” and “11,” among other things, and had a blast along the way, a truly unforgettable time.

Sally, Greg, and Sam all stayed a part of her life after her dirty porn days were behind her, and Sam could always be counted on to provide her with a nice facial every now and then, for old times sake.

And it all started with a little videotape at a little party that she got dragged to not so long ago. The thought always made Jeanna smile.

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There is something which the world is quite ignorant about. Most people seem to think that once you’ve hit a certain age, you are simply done. You stop enjoying life and its simple pleasures, like sex for example. My name is Monique Kramer Davidson and I wrote this story to prove that most people are wrong when it comes to the lives and loves of those of us who have a bit of silver in our hair.

I met my husband Kurt Davidson when we were both in our twenties. Back then, he was a handsome young Black police officer, one of the first Black men to join the Massachusetts State Police. I was the tall and wide-eyed blonde coed who fell head over heels in love with him. The surprising aspect of this relationship is that early on, I’m the one who did most of the pursuing. Kurt was a career-minded kind of guy. He liked me but wasn’t looking for a serious relationship. I was a girl who wanted to experience all that life had to offer. School wasn’t my top priority, though I did end up getting a Bachelors degree in business from the Boston University.

Kurt and I met, fell in love and have been together ever since. We’ve had some ups and downs. In the 1970s, a black man walking around holding hands with a white woman got looked at in a funny manner. Some folks just can’t let go of bigotry and racism. Kurt and I got through all that. We bought a house and raised kids together. Our eldest son Jamal is a police officer, just like his dad. Our daughter Emily is a social worker and our youngest son Michael is currently in community college, studying Liberal Arts. Kurt and I have a fine life together but now that we are in our late forties, things seemed to have slowed down.

For this reason, Kurt and I started getting into the swing of things, literally. We joined a Swingers Club, where all members were between forty and sixty years old. That’s when things started to get really fun for all of us. Our first encounter was with this black couple, Matthew and Samantha Hamilton. Matthew was a tall, good-looking black man in his mid-forties. His wife Samantha was a tall, somewhat chubby woman with jet-black skin and short hair bleached white. In their profile, both of them described themselves as bisexuals.

Ah, bisexuality! It’s something which I explored while in college and sometime after. I did have an affair with a pretty redhead named Wilma Brown before I met Kurt. Wilma was a beautiful girl and very foxy. We had güzelce escort a lot of fun together. One time, we even had a threesome with this football player named Jake. Yeah, those were the good old days. My husband Kurt did some exploring of his sexuality as well. He had a relationship with a male cadet while at the state police academy and a female instructor as well. Yeah, we had fun when we were younger!

Matthew and Samantha were a lot of fun, I can tell you as much right now. We got to know them a little bit. Matthew was an accountant and a part-time professor at the local community college. Samantha ran a small hotel. They didn’t have any offspring and were very much into sexual experimentation. A few drinks and laughs later, all of us found ourselves naked in bed together.

I watched Kurt and Samantha. I love my husband and I know he loves me but I’ve seen him checking out black women throughout our two decades together. He liked Samantha instantly. I didn’t like her much. Call me crazy but I don’t really dig that look on a girl, the whole six-foot-tall black female who weighs two hundred and forty pounds thing. Plus, she had a huge, round black booty. Kurt was just as tall and large as Samantha so they seemed evenly matched for a bout of sexual frenzy.

Myself, I was five feet ten inches tall and quite slender, thank you very much. Matthew looked at me and I could tell that he liked the way I looked. We kissed and I proceeded to explore his body. Matthew was in great shape. He really was a nice-looking man. What interested me most was his cock. I held it in my hand. He had an eight-inch uncircumcised black dick with balls the size of apples. Yeah, Samantha was a lucky woman if she went home to him every night!

I began to suck on Matthew’s cock and lick his balls. He seemed to really like that and stroked my hair. I really got into it and sucked his cock aggressively. It didn’t take him too long to cum and when he did, I drank him dry. Matthew moaned as I sucked him. I flipped him onto his back and began licking his asshole. He was a bit surprised but didn’t protest. I began to probe his ass with my fingers while sucking the last bits of cum out of his cock. Oh, yeah, he liked me!

Meanwhile, my husband Kurt and Samantha were getting busy. First, they playfully wrestled. A large black man wrestling with a large black woman. What a sight! büyükçekmece escort Kurt ended up on top of her and she certainly didn’t seem to mind. He began licking her tits while his roaming hands caressed her plump body before finding their way to her pussy. Kurt began to lick her pussy and Samantha closed her eyes. I could tell that she liked what my man was doing to her. Pretty soon, she was moaning and thrashing all over the place. I knew how good Kurt was when it came to eating the cat. He was the master, this side of lesbian town!

Matthew and I continued with what we were doing. Things started to get really freaky. I asked Matthew if he had ever been fucked by a woman with a strap on dildo and he shook his head. I decided to do the honors. First, I sucked his cock and licked his ass then I lubed him up with some KY Jelly. I fastened the leather strap around my waist and held the black dildo in hand. It looked very realistic. I put a condom on it and then guided it into Matthew’s bottom. He gasped as the dildo went in but I took my sweet time with it. I went in slowly, careful not to hurt him.

Meanwhile, Kurt and Samantha were having their very own brand of fun. Kurt lay on the bed, his arms folded over his chest, looking serene as the large black woman known as Samantha began sucking his cock and licking his balls. The sight of another woman sucking my husband’s cock filled me with mixed feelings. On one hand, it was intensely erotic. On the other, it was disturbing. I turned away and focused on the task at hand, which was to do Matthew. And man did I do him!

I pushed the dildo up Matthew’s ass and began pumping it inside him. He stroked his cock as I fucked him. I have never used a dildo on a man before. Kurt may be bisexual but he’s a rigid top in our bed. I’m more flexible. I don’t mind when he fucks me in the ass, so why can’t I fuck his? He still says no. Matthew moaned in pleasure as I fucked him. I was getting off on it as well. I got so wet that I felt like a stream. The more I fucked him, the hornier I got, and the wetter my pussy got. When I pulled out of Matthew, I was in desperate need of some good fucking my damn self.

Luckily for me, Matthew rose to the occasion. I got on all fours and handed him the bottle of lubricant. I felt Matthew’s hard hands spread my butt cheeks open and probe my butt hole. I felt something güzelyurt escort cold and slimy being rubbed against my anus. Doubtless, it was the lubricant. Matthew pressed his cock against my asshole, and pushed. I gasped as his cock went inside me. I’ve been fucked before but his cock was thicker than anything that’s fucked me before. Matthew held me by the hips and began pumping his cock into my asshole. I was loving every second of it!

As Matthew fucked me, I looked to the side and saw my husband Kurt and Samantha going at it. Samantha was on all fours, her large body shaking and her huge butt cheeks spread wide open. Kurt had his thick hands over her huge hips and was slamming his large cock into her asshole. The large black woman screamed at the top of her lungs as my man fucked her in the ass. That’s my Kurt. He always loves to fuck a tight asshole. He doesn’t care if it belongs to a man or a woman. He’s been that way ever since we met. Hell, he’s the one who took my anal virginity, two decades and many drinks ago.

It was funny. The large black woman I despised ( not for being black but for being ugly) and my fine-looking bisexual husband were doing it anal-style and her bisexual hubby was fucking me in the ass too. What is it with bisexual guys and anal sex? My man loved the brown trout. I’ve been surprised by him in the kitchen more than once. I’d bend over to pick up something and next thing I knew, I would feel his hard body and even harder cock press against my booty. Apparently, Matthew liked the same thing judging by how hard he was fucking my poor little white girl’s asshole. When he came inside me, I almost passed out from sheer pleasure.

Matthew suddenly pulled out of me, or should I say, was pulled away from me. I turned on my back and watched as Kurt grabbed Matthew and unceremoniously took him. Kurt bent the other black man over and shoved his cock up his ass. Matthew seemed surprised but as with my fingers and dildo, he didn’t seem to mind. Kurt pumped his cock into Matthew’s butt. Matthew screamed in both pleasure and pain as the large bisexual black man slammed into him mercilessly. Moments later, Kurt came, flooding Matthew’s ass with his seed.

I lay on the bed, with Matthew’s seed leaking out of my tender asshole. Oh, yeah, sitting down was going to be fun for me over the next few days. I noticed that Samantha’s large black body was covered with sweat. Her butt cheeks were closed, for once, but her asshole was still gaping and wide, like an obscene mouth. Yeah, my husband’s cock had done a nice job on her ass. Matthew lay next to his wife, with cum leaking out of his ass as well. He was most likely still sore from the merciless butt pounding he had received from Kurt. Yeah, it looks like I’ve married a Butt Hole Bandit!

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I heard the door open…then close. Good! I knew who it was. She, the woman I love and was fucking in my bedroom at the moment, had no idea. She didn’t hear a thing. She was way too distracted from riding my hard cock to hear much of anything.

I heard the footsteps on the stairs up to the master bedroom and saw both of my friends as they rounded the corner. They took one look and smiled at me, giving first a thumbs up and then a finger to the mouth shhhhh. I’d told them when to come by, and that they needed to be quiet, but it’d be worth it.

About a month before, my gal and I were cuddled together after a monumental fuck session and we talked about our fantasy’s. She surprised me with her fantasy of servicing multiple guy’s! Not that she’d ever actually do that… Whoa! Didn’t see that coming! But that’s when the thought started for me. Hmmm…I think I can make that happen…

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Buddy

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and

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With a quiet click, I heard the front door close, leaving me with a belly full of cum, a spent dick, and a very, very happy woman.

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Für alle, die Teil 3 tatsächlich übersprungen haben: Ja, die Safeword-Thematik wurde mit allen Beteiligten besprochen. Daniel und Pan hatten sehr befriedigenden Sex und jetzt stehen Lena neue Erlebnisse bevor.

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„Ich bin jetzt wirklich satt. Danke.” Lena lehnte das Häppchen ab, das Pan ihr anbot, woraufhin der es sich selber in den Mund schob.

Daniel musste fast lachen, so verzweifelt wirkte sie. Der Grund für ihre Verzweiflung erstickte dieses Lachen jedoch. Auch wenn er nach seiner Nummer mit Pan ziemlich erschöpft war und tatsächlich sehen wollte, wie der sich Lena nahm, war da dennoch die Tatsache, dass sein Mädchen gehorsam vor einem anderen Mann auf dem Boden kniete und sich wie ein Hündchen von ihm füttern ließ. Nackt und mit auf den Rücken gelegten Händen, hatte sie bis gerade eben immer wieder brav den Mund geöffnet, die Häppchen gegessen und Pan danach seine Finger sauber geleckt. Was sie auch jetzt wieder tat, obwohl sie sich offensichtlich danach sehnte, seine Hand an ganz anderen Stellen zu spüren.

Den Wunsch nach dominanter Behandlung hatte Lena auf Pans Frage noch einmal deutlich bekräftigt, als sie in die Küche gekommen waren. Sie hatte auch klar definieren müssen, was dies für sie bedeutete und wo die Grenzen lagen, wobei diese Ansage eher für Daniels Ohren bestimmt war, damit der ruhigen Gewissens zuschauen konnte. Was hier gerade geschah, entsprach Lenas Wünschen und nachdem sie seine neue Erfahrung mit Pan so enthusiastisch unterstützt hatte, war es nicht an Daniel, ihr dieses Erlebnis zu vermiesen. Seine selbstbewusste, oft freche Lena, wollte für Pan die devote Dienerin spielen, wollte sich unterwerfen, benutzt und erniedrigt werden.

Was nach wie vor gemischte Gefühle bei ihm verursachte. Die Lust überwog und dennoch war da immer wieder diese gefährliche Unterströmung aus Eifersucht und Angst. Er sinnierte kurz darüber, ob es gerade das war, was seinen Schwanz bereits wieder aus seinem Tiefschlaf geweckt hatte. In ihren Rollenspielen hatte er zwar hin und wieder den Dominus gegeben, aber er musste selbst zugeben, dass dies nicht seine Paraderolle war. Davon abgesehen war ein Rollenspiel mit dem hier nicht zu vergleichen. Genauso wenig wie ein Spiel bei dem Lena ihm einen Finger in den Hintern geschoben und ihm suggeriert hatte, dass es ein Schwanz wäre, mit dem echten Fick mit Pan vergleichbar war. Dazwischen lagen Welten.

Nachdem die Lage geklärt war, hatte Pan umgeschaltet und agierte verblüffend glaubhaft wie ein Obermacho, der sein Weibchen gut dressiert hatte. Immer wieder hatte er zwischendurch ihren Kopf getätschelt oder auch einmal ihre Nippel geknetet. Wenn Lena seiner Meinung nach ihre geforderte Körperhaltung unerlaubt veränderte, genügte ein kurzer Zug an ihrem Nippel oder ein Stups mit seinem Fuß an ihre Schenkel, um sie wieder in die Spur zu bringen. Lena folgte bisher begeistert. Was sich kurzzeitig änderte, als Pan aufstand und auf den Küchentisch deutete.

„Räum das auf und spül ab. Daniel und ich gehen so lange auf die Terrasse. Wenn du fertig bist, bellst du einmal.” Er wartete nicht einmal Lenas Reaktion ab und verließ die Küche.

Daniel biss sich ernsthaft auf die Zunge. Hätte Lenas Blick, den sie Pan hinterherwarf, ihm gegolten, er hätte sich zur Sicherheit schnell im Bad eingeschlossen. Als sie ihren entgeisterten Blick ihm zuwandte, hatte er sich bereits wieder im Griff und schmunzelte nur.

„Du hast laut und deutlich darum gebeten. Sorry, aber ich bin Zeuge.” Er beeilte sich, aus der Küche zu kommen, bevor ihn ein Teller am Kopf traf.

Pan saß entspannt in einem Sessel auf der Terrasse und grinste ihn fröhlich an. „Und?”

„Du hast dich soeben reichlich unbeliebt gemacht.”

„Ach was. Sie wollte den südländischen Patriarchen, sie bekommt den südländischen Patriarchen.” Er schüttete für sich und Daniel Wasser in Gläser und nahm einen Schluck. „Der Witz ist doch der, dass ich sie immer im Ungewissen darüber lasse, was als nächstes passiert. Wenn sie denkt, gleich folgt etwas Schönes, lasse ich sie auflaufen. Wenn sie denkt, dass es gleich wehtut, tue ich etwas anderes. Oder ich versohle ihr doch den Hintern. Wer weiß? Lena jedenfalls nicht. Wenn sie denkt, dass ich sie endlich nehme, lasse ich sie abspülen. Ich hätte sie genauso gut über den Tisch drücken und ficken können oder sie unter dem Tisch meinen Schwanz lutschen lassen. Es wird noch einige dieser Momente geben. Es darf nur nichts sein, was sie überfordert.” Er grinste jetzt breit. „Für ein wenig Abwasch wird sie die Nummer nicht abbrechen, aber sie wird die ganze Zeit innerlich kochen. Was denkst du, wie sie sich fühlen wird, wenn ich ihr nachher als Belohnung dafür schön überheblich die Möse knete und sie trotz ihrer Wut geil wird?”

Daniel schauderte es. Vermutlich würde ihr der Saft nur so rauslaufen, obwohl sie sich dafür verfluchte. „Ich dürfte mir so eine Nummer jedenfalls nicht erlauben. Dann wäre aber was los.”

„Aber das ist doch der Witz an der Sache! Ihr beide seid gezwungen, immer eure Beziehung im Blick zu halten. Ihr habt escort bahçelievler etwas Dauerhaftes, bei dem solche Aktionen wie gerade vielleicht noch Jahre später als Vorwurf wieder auftauchen könnten, wenn es gerade mal nicht so gut läuft. Ich habe einige Dinge im Kopf, die ich zumindest ausprobieren will, die eure Beziehung wahrscheinlich nachhaltig beeinträchtigen würden, wenn du es von ihr verlangen würdest.” Er breitete die Arme aus. „Tadaaaa, hier kommt Pan. Lena bekommt eine Behandlung, auf die sie schon lange neugierig war, sonst hätte sie nicht darum gebeten. Dir kann sie später keine Vorwürfe machen, dass du es hast geschehen lassen, weil sie ausdrücklich wollte, dass du mich machen lässt. Der Bösewicht, der sich schlimme Dinge bei ihr herausnimmt, in diesem Falle ich, ist nach eurem Urlaub von der Bildfläche verschwunden. Wenn ihr euch später daran erinnert, steht es euch frei, zu dem Gedanken zu ficken wie die Karnickel oder mich gemeinsam zum Teufel zu wünschen.”

„Scheint Sinn zu machen”, gab Daniel zu. Völlig beruhigt war er noch nicht.

„Hey! Lena war zwischendurch eifersüchtig und hat sich ausgeschlossen gefühlt, als ich mich so intensiv mit dir beschäftigt habe und wir nach oben gegangen sind. Glaub nicht, dass du mit deinen Gefühlen allein bist. Jetzt ist sie dran. Und vergiss verdammt nochmal die Flausen, die Ioanna dir in den Kopf gesetzt hat.”

„Puh.” Wenn er ehrlich war, schwirrten ihm Ioannas Warnungen tatsächlich noch im Hinterkopf herum.

„Ioanna projiziert. Ioanna mag es derb, also bekommt sie es von mir derb, wenn ich mich mit ihr abgebe. Klar, es macht mir Spaß, wenn ich so richtig die Sau rauslassen kann. Dominant kann ich gut, weil es mir liegt. Mit meinem Körper und meinen Charme käme ich bestimmt auf die immer gleiche Art auch bei einigen Frauen zum Schuss, die es eigentlich anders mögen.”

„Bescheiden bist du auch noch”, warf Daniel ein, was Pan mit einem gleichmütigen Schulterzucken abtat. Selbst dabei spielten seine Muskeln provozierend.

„Aber weißt du was? Die Frauen, mit denen ich es treibe, sind fast alle danach richtig happy. Weil ich ihnen gebe, was sie wollen. Weil ich emphatisch bin und Freude daran empfinde, anderen Lust zu bereiten. Ich bin nicht perfekt, aber ziemlich gut dabei. Hattest du vorhin keinen Spaß?”

Daniel wurde unfreiwillig rot. „Doch, doch schon.” Er schloss kurz die Augen und blieb bei der Wahrheit. „Geiler hätte mein erstes Mal kaum sein können.”

Bevor er es sich versah, saß Pan neben ihm auf der Bank und küsste ihn.

„Danke schön. Habe ich erwähnt, dass ich Komplimente mag?” Pan strahlte ihn mit seinem prächtigen Lächeln an. Auch wenn er arg dick auftrug, musste Daniel lachen.

„Ich dachte, das hättest du gar nicht nötig.”

„Hmmm, wer hat das nicht? Wenn es dir besser gefällt, kannst du aber auch gerne vor mir knien und mir die Füße lecken, während du dich für den guten Fick bedankst.”

Sein verdammter Schwanz zuckte kurz bei dem Gedanken, aber Daniel konnte sich beherrschen. „Nein danke. Dafür hast du ja gleich Lena.”

„Stimmt. Du spielst mit, oder? Sie hat mir so schön deinen Arsch vorbereitet, da kannst du mich auch zumindest verbal ein wenig unterstützen. Wie gesagt, nichts, was du bereuen könntest. Dafür bin ich zuständig. Soweit es ihre Grenzen erlauben, aber eben auch so knapp wie möglich davor.”

Pan legte seine Hand zwischen Daniels Beine und fischte seinen halb erigierten Schwanz hervor. Die Berührung war elektrisch.

„Ich werde dich mit dem Ding hier zwar nicht an sie heranlassen, aber zeig ihr ruhig, wie geil es dich macht. Zeig ihr, dass ihre Scham die von der guten Sorte ist. Das kannst du, nicht wahr?”

„Ja. Sie soll sich austoben können.” Pans Hand wirkte gemeinsam mit seinen Worten Wunder. Daniel hätte nicht gedacht, dass er so bald wieder derart hart sein könnte. Schon gar nicht, nachdem Pan ihm gerade gesagt hatte, dass Lena ihm selbst verwehrt bleiben würde. „Nimm sie, treib sie zum Wahnsinn. Mach es ihr mindestens so gut, wie mir vorhin.”

„Mit dem größten Vergnügen. Deine Lena ist ein Kracher und du wirst sie gleich erleben, wie du sie noch nie erlebt hast.”

„Wuff.” Daniel horchte auf. Hatte Lena gerade tatsächlich gebellt?

„Das tue ich soeben schon.”

Die beiden Männer grinsten sich an. Daniel blickte nach unten und sah neben sich Pans Schwanz ebenfalls hart und bereit.

„WUFF!”

„Es wird noch viel, viel schlimmer, das verspreche ich dir. Ich mag deine Freundin.”

„Gib ihr alles.” Daniel seufzte, als Pan seinen Schwanz losließ und aufstand.

„WUFF! WUFF!”

Daniel konnte es immer noch nicht fassen. Er war sicher, dass Lena dieses Verhalten rational zutiefst verachtete und doch fiel sie nicht aus ihrer Rolle. Fast bildete er sich ein, den Geruch ihrer Möse bis auf die Terrasse riechen zu können.

„WUFF! WUFF, WUFF!”

„Langsam wird das Hündchen frech.” Pan legte den Kopf schief. „Ich fürchte, sie braucht noch eine Lektion. Gib mir ein paar escort beyoğlu Minuten mit ihr allein. Ich verspreche dir, dass nichts Entscheidendes geschieht, bevor wir bei dir sind.”

„In Ordnung. Enttäusche mich nicht.”

„Natürlich nicht. Einfach schon, weil ich viel zu faul bin, um mich mit Beschwerden auseinanderzusetzen.”

Das glaubte Daniel weniger. Pan war vieles, aber gewiss nicht faul. Trotzdem ließ er ihn ziehen. Warum auch immer, er vertraute ihm tatsächlich.

Bei allem Vertrauen zogen sich die folgenden Minuten für Daniel dann doch sehr. Mehrere Male war er kurz davor, aufzustehen und nach dem Rechten zu schauen, beherrschte sich aber tapfer.

Dann hörte er Schritte und Pan tauchte auf. Zuerst dachte Daniel, er hätte Lena wieder im Haus allein gelassen, aber nachdem er sich gesetzt hatte, sagte er ruhig: „Lena kommt gleich nach. Sie begreift langsam, was ich von ihr erwarte und ist immer noch Feuer und Flamme. Ach so, erschrick dich nicht. Die Bezeichnungen hat sie sich alle selbst ausgedacht.”

Daniel kam nicht dazu, zu fragen, was Pan damit meinte, denn der gab einen Wink Richtung Tür und Lena trat auf die Terrasse. Daniel schnappte nach Luft.

Natürlich war es seine geliebte Lena und dennoch war da plötzlich eine Frau, die Daniel kaum wiedererkannte. Seinen letzten Blick hatte Daniel auf eine aus vielerlei Gründen erregte Lena geworfen, die ihm wütende Blicke zugeworfen hatte. Nun erschien ein unterwürfiges Weibchen, das langsam und mit gesenktem Blick auf Pan zu ging und direkt vor ihm stehen blieb, nachdem sie ihre Beine gespreizt und die Arme auf dem Rücken verschränkt hatte.

„Weiter auseinander!” Pan schien nicht zufrieden und hatte Stahl in der Stimme. Daniel konnte Lena im Profil sehen und bemerkte, wie sich ihre Hand um ihren Ellbogen verkrampfte, als sie seiner Anweisung folgte und ihre Füße sich weiter auseinander bewegten.

„Weiter! Präsentier dich gefälligst ordentlich. Los, die Zitzen nach vorne.”

Lenas Gesicht verriete ihre Anstrengung, als sie die Beine schmerzhaft weit spreizen musste, sie drückte aber Pan brav ihr Brüste entgegen und bewegte ihre Arme nicht für einen Moment auseinander.

„Geht doch.” So, wie Lena jetzt dastand, musste Pan kaum den Kopf heben, um ihr von seinem Stuhl aus ins Gesicht zu sehen. In aller Ruhe glitt sein Blick über Lenas Körper und er schien jedes Detail ausführlich zu begutachten. Lena rührte sich nicht.

„Es gefällt dir, wenn ich dich so ansehe und jeder geheime Teil deines Körpers meinen Blicken ausgeliefert ist.” Es war keine Frage und Lena machte keinen Versuch, zu sprechen. Sie schaute einfach nach unten und Daniel hielt es für wahrscheinlich, dass ihr Blick gebannt auf Pans Schritt gerichtet war. „Es hat dir auch schon am Strand gefallen, allen deine Titten zu zeigen und deinen kleinen Arsch zu präsentieren. Habe ich recht?”

„Ja. Das hast du.”

„Was hast du gedacht, als ich dir gesagt habe, dass ich deine Fotze blank rasiert sehen will?”

Lena versuchte kurz, einen Blick von Daniel zu erhaschen, aber Pan forderte sofort ihre ganze Aufmerksamkeit. „Antworte mir! Antworte ehrlich!”

„Es hat mich geil gemacht. Und ängstlich auch.” Lena sprach mit leiser Stimme und schien jetzt tatsächlich den Boden zu betrachten.

„Warum ängstlich?” Pan lächelte sie ermutigend an.

„Weil…” Lena wand sich. „…weil ich ohne Haare noch mädchenhafter aussehe. Noch weniger wie eine richtige Frau.”

Daniel war mehr als verblüfft, wie leicht Pan Lena dazu brachte, ihre intimsten Komplexe preiszugeben. Jetzt holte der sich nicht einmal den erwarteten Rüffel dafür ab, dass er bei Lenas Antwort belustigt schnaubte.

„Glaubst du wirklich, diese vollen Lippen sehen mädchenhaft aus? Oder dass ein Mädchen so dicke Zitzen hat?”

„Weiß nicht”, flüsterte Lena fast.

Pan lehnte sich zurück und spreizte selbst ein wenig die Schenkel. Sein stolzer Schwanz sprang nach oben und die Spitze schlug kurz an seinen Bauch.

„Was meinst du, würde ich für eine so hart, die kein echtes Vollblutweib ist?”

Lenas Lächeln beim Anblick von Pans Erregung ging Daniel durch und durch. Sie war bis zum Anschlag geil, und zwar ganz eindeutig wegen Pan. Er selbst war gerade komplett außen vor. Ihm blieb allerdings keine Zeit, auf diesem Gedanken herum zu kauen.

„Nein?”, hauchte Lena hingerissen und von seiner Warte aus konnte er erkennen, wie sie den Rücken durchdrückte und Pan ihr Becken entgegenschob.

„Ganz bestimmt nicht. Sag mir, süße Exhibitionistin, was du willst. Was der Kerl, der dir am Strand so frech auf Titten und Fotze geschaut hat, mit dir tun soll.”

„Mich ficken. Bitte!” Lena hechelte fast und sah Pan erwartungsvoll an. Sie konnte es kaum noch erwarten, genauso wenig, wie Daniel.

„Einfach nur ficken? Soll ich dich oben aufs Bett werfen und fröhlich mit dir vögeln oder willst du es anders?”

„Anders.” Lenas Stimme wurde angestrengt und Daniel vermutete, dass es nicht nur an der unbequemen Körperhaltung escort beşiktaş lag, die sie stoisch beibehielt.

„Lena, süße Lena.” Pan legte eine Hand an die Innenseite ihres Knies und strich wie in Superzeitlupe aufwärts. „Ich weiß, dass du es mir schon gesagt hast. Ich möchte es aber noch einmal hören.” Seine Hand stoppte nur Millimeter von ihrem dampfenden Schoß entfernt. „Ich möchte, dass Daniel es in deutlichen Worten hört.”

Falls Lena noch Hemmungen gehabt haben sollte, warf sie diese nun über Bord.

„Beherrsche mich. Dressiere mich mit deinem geilen Schwengel. Sorge dafür, dass ich spure, dass ich tue, was du verlangst.” Einen kurzen Seitenblick zu Daniel konnte sie sich nun doch nicht verkneifen. Er musste sein zustimmendes Lächeln nicht einmal vortäuschen, so sehr machte ihn Lena in ihrer Rolle an. Verdammt, er würde sich bei ihren zukünftigen Spielen viel mehr ins Zeug legen, wenn er sie dafür ab und zu so erleben durfte. Lächeln hin oder her, sein steil aufragender Schwanz in seiner Hand war sowieso viel aussagekräftiger. Lena hatte genug gesehen. „Mach mich zu deinem gehorsamen Bückstück.”

„Das machst du sehr schön.” Mit der Handkante berührte er leicht ihre Schamlippen und zog sie langsam daran entlang. Lena zuckte so hart, dass sie vornüber gefallen wäre, hätte Pans Hand an ihrem Bauch sie nicht stabilisiert. Verblüfft nahm Daniel zur Kenntnis, dass sie ihre Arme dabei nicht bewegt hatte. Sie vertraute ganz auf Pan und mischte ausgerechnet mit dieser Geste wieder eine Prise Schmerz in Daniels Lust.

„Bitte! Bitte, Pan, fass mich an. Nimm mein Schlampenloch. Mach dir meine Arschfotze gefügig.”

So sehr ihn Lenas Worte schockierten, so sehr erregten sie Daniel und er nahm die Hand vom Schwanz, damit ihm kein Unfall passierte. Pan hingegen blieb vollkommen cool. Er schob beim Aufstehen seinen Stuhl zurück, um Lena nicht zu berühren und ragte dicht vor ihr stehend über ihr auf.

„Ich sagte, dass du das gerade sehr schön machst. Was dein ungezogenes Bellen von vorhin nicht entschuldigt.”

„Aber ich sollte doch…”, setzte Lena an.

„Wie oft solltest du Bellen?”

Lena wirkte wie ein verschämtes Schulmädchen und jagte damit einen Schauer der Lust nach dem anderen durch Daniel. Wie machte Pan das nur? Ausgerechnet diese erniedrigende Handlung, die Lena garantiert gehasst hatte, benutzte er, um sie in die Defensive zu drängen. Satt sich über seine Dreistigkeit zu beschweren, flüsterte sie nur ein zaghaftes: „Ein Mal?”

„Du hast also doch zugehört und verstanden. Sag mir, wie oft du stattdessen gebellt hast.”

„Weiß ich nicht. Entschuldigung.”

„Nur gut, dass ich mitgezählt habe. Ich soll dafür sorgen, dass du tust, was ich verlange. Korrekt?” Er ging um Lena herum und Daniel sah, wie sie den Kopf einzog, als er nun hinter ihr stand. Erwartete sie einen Schlag? Warum stand sie dann einfach nur da?

„Ja, das sollst du.”

„Hast du getan, was ich verlangt habe?” Pan stand sehr nah hinter ihr und seine Schwanzspitze berührte Lenas Rücken.

„Nein, habe ich nicht.”

„Was bedeutet das?”

Lenas Antwort trieb Daniel die Luft aus den Lungen.

„Dass ich ein ungezogenes Mädchen war.” Nun bewegte Lena sich doch leicht und versuchte, ihren Rücken an Pans Schwanz zu reiben. Das sanfte Schwingen ihrer Kurven faszinierte Daniel derart, dass er fast die nächsten Sätze verpasste.

„Werden ungezogene Mädchen gefickt?” Pan war scheinbar die Ruhe selbst.

„Nein. Sie werden bestraft.”

„In der Tat. Beug dich über den Tisch. Daniel, setzt dich bitte ihr gegenüber hin und halte ihre Hände.”

Wie hypnotisiert folgte Daniel Pans Bitte und sah bald in Lenas Gesicht, das ihn flehend ansah. Bloß, dass dies kein Flehen danach war, sie aus Pans Fängen zu befreien. Es war das Flehen danach, ihr dafür zu verzeihen, wie geil Pans Behandlung sie machte. Daniel beugte sich vor und gab ihr einen Kuss auf den Kopf, bevor er ihre Hände nahm und sie damit weit über die Tischplatte zog, bis ihre Schenkel an die Kante der Platte stießen. Ihr Oberkörper lag flach auf der Tischplatte und sie hielt den Kopf erhoben, um Daniel ansehen zu können. Er lächelte sie zärtlich an und flüsterte: „Ich liebe dich. Immer und gerade jetzt.”

Ihr Po war Pan ausgeliefert, ihre Seele Daniel.

„Du hast siebenmal gebellt. Sechsmal zu oft. Mach die Beine breit, richtig breit, bis nur noch die Zehen am Boden sind. Gut.” Pan legte eine Hand auf Lenas Rücken und Daniel war sich sicher, dass er ihr damit auch die letzten Zentimeter Bewegungsfreiheit nah. „Daniel, was meinst du? Sechs Schläge insgesamt oder sechs Schläge auf jede dieser herrlichen Backen.”

Daniel sah Lena an und fragte sich, welche Antwort ihr tatsächlich lieber wäre. Wie hart wollte sie es? Wäre sie enttäuscht, wenn er auf ein gnädiges Urteil plädierte? Sein Blick fiel auf Pans muskulösen Arm und er war sich sicher, dass ihm auch sechs Hiebe ausreichen würden, um bei Lena einen bleibenden Eindruck zu hinterlassen.

„Insgesamt sechs sind bestimmt genug. Es war doch ihr erstes Vergehen”, versuchte er sich an einer Begründung.”

Pan lachte. „Jetzt weiß ich, warum sie so ein freches Weibchen ist. Du bist viel zu weich. Aber gut, weil es das erste Mal war. Bei deinem nächsten Ungehorsam werde ich nicht mehr so nachsichtig sein.” Pan zwinkerte Daniel zu und widmete sich dann völlig Lenas Po, den er kräftig knetete.

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