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It was just supposed to be a stupid prank. The glue shouldn’t have been strong enough to do much more than tug at Ms. Madison’s pants. At most, it would maybe tear them a little, Alex thought, but he’d been wrong. Her pants clung to the chair as she stood up to discuss existentialism and the novel they were supposed to be reading for class. The chair lifted with her, eliciting a round of laughter from her students.

“What the-” Ms. Madison said, glancing behind her. The fabric of the seat of her pants ripped and the chair dropped, collapsing on its side with a plastic smack. The teacher’s eyes bulged, and she reached behind her with both hands.

“Oh shit,” Alex groaned, and the class erupted in gasps and nervous laughter as they realized what must have happened.

“Who did this?” Ms. Madison snapped. “What could you have possibly been thinking? I… I… Jennifer, there’s a coat in my closet. Get it for me.”

The young woman at the front of the class jumped to her feet and grabbed the coat for her teacher. Ms. Madison’s cheeks burned bright red as she tied the arms around her waist and checked with her hands to make sure her bottom was covered before storming around her desk.

“I heard you say something, Alex. Something that rhymes with ‘oh snit.’ Care to elaborate on why you’d mutter that right after my pants tore?”

It wasn’t the words that stung him, but the anger and hurt in Ms. Madison’s eyes. The beautiful young teacher had always been one of his favorites from the first day he stepped into her classroom his senior year. She was a new teacher, and at just twenty-four, she was only six years older than him and everyone else in the class. Alex entertained the occasional fancy about coming back someday after he graduated to ask Ms. Madison out.

Well… okay, those fantasies usually extended to them doing more than just going out on a date, but who could blame him? Ms. Madison was the stuff of dreams. Her long dark hair fell to a pleasantly curvy ass. The swells of her breasts were usually hidden away by modest, professional blouses, dresses, or sweaters, but he saw her a few times outside of class in much tighter tee shirts. Once he caught her at the grocery store with a blouse open over a tight white tank that had him racing home to fantasize about tearing that tank off her and taking her on his bed. Her slim athletic frame seemed completely at odds with her ridiculous curves, and yet he knew from seeing her peck at salads and wraps that she probably worked hard to keep it up.

None of that was taking into account Ms. Madison’s best feature. That delicate face and her big, sweet eyes were made even more beautiful whenever she smiled, of which she had a thousand variations Alex dreamed about. Her smile shifted her from pretty to stunning. Ms. Madison was the fantasy of almost every straight guy in her classes, and more than a few young women too. But she was something more to him than just a teacher and a stunning fantasy.

Early on when Ms. Madison started at the school, she and Alex built up a rapport when they worked at a charity event together. The spaghetti dinner at the local community center benefitted the seniors in their town. Since Alex’s grandparents were regulars there, he often volunteered for the center’s various events, or at the very least, came by to say hello and grab a meal. Ms. Madison volunteered there to get to know the community better. Only about six thousand people lived in Wickerburg, so she thought it was best to put herself out there and meet and greet people. The pair of them had a lot of fun — Alex was an old hat at serving, and introduced Ms. Madison to a sea of people coming by their stations. By the end of the night, they started traveling down the road of not just being teacher and student, but actual friends.

And now Alex went and screwed that up. Ms. Madison folded her arms across her breasts and gave him that pained stare. Alex swallowed, and started to say something, but Jaden, one of his best friends, jumped in ahead of him. “It was me, Ms. Madison.”

Right on cue, on his other side, the third member of their little band, Tom, said, “No, it was me.”

It was noble of them, and pretty typical. The trio suffered from the same bully way back in the sixth grade and bonded over the experience of taking their story to the principal. They became fast friends and had always looked after one another, even if they were as wildly different as friends could get. Jaden was a double threat in basketball and baseball, and had a full ride to state when they finished high school, where Alex had no doubt his friend would be wildly successful. Tom was the game nut of the three of them, and most every weekend could be found in front of his computer or his consoles streaming games to his Twitch channel. Alex wasn’t really classifiable as anything. He was friends with almost everyone, and hung out with most the cliques around the school. He liked working out with Jaden as much as he liked hanging with Tom and streaming dumb jump scare games and arguing about the best waifus. They were his zeytinburnu escort brothers and his comrades throughout high school, and they tried to protect him now, same as always.

“Don’t, guys,” Alex said. “It was me, Ms. Madison. I’m sorry. I should have known better.”

Her mouth went about four different directions in the space of as many seconds. “Yes. You should have. This is the perfect opportunity for you three to help me with some spring cleaning. So Saturday, all three of you are going to show up here and make every desk in this room absolutely spotless.”

Tom winced. “Ms. Madison, there’s a big comic convention on Saturday. Can I-?”

“Actions have consequences, Tom,” she said, cutting him off. “If you have a problem with that, perhaps you’d like to make it two Saturdays in a row.”

“No, ma’am,” Tom said glumly.

“Don’t punish them for this, please,” Alex said.

“It’s done,” Ms. Madison said. “See you boys Saturday.”

* * *

Kate hurried away from the building. The hot shame of the whispers and giggles from her students burned in the forefront of her mind, but even more pressing than that was her need to know why. She thought Alex was a better student. A better friend. And yes, she knew she shouldn’t see her students that way, as friends, and yet Alex was just that. Or had been, anyways.

Her first year teaching, and with only a month and change to go, it looked like she would go down in flames. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

“Ms. Madison, wait,” a familiar voice called behind her.

She didn’t slow down or turn, but she did check to make sure the coat’s arms were cinched tight and her butt wasn’t hanging out as the handsomest young man in all her classes raced to catch up to her. Not that Kate would ever admit to anyone she thought Alex was handsome. Though he and his two friends were eighteen when she first came into her classroom, Alex was still wildly taboo and definitely not someone she should fantasize about in that way. And yet she did. The first evening Kate got to know him, Alex left an indelible mark in her mind. Funny, charming, just the right amount of self-effacing, and flirtatious with the senior ladies who came through their line. How could Kate have not lusted after him a little bit?

It didn’t help matters he was devastatingly good-looking too. Alex worked out with his two friends, the cohorts in this stupid prank, and she saw him regularly around town jogging or heading out to the backroads to do some running in the countryside. He was a drool-inducing blend of sleekness and muscle, and his sharply intelligent eyes and easy smile gave him an extra ten years behind his actual age.

Kate thought maybe there might even be a spark there. After all, he’d be graduating in a month and a half, and if she was patient enough, maybe she could pursue something with him after he finished college. That was pure fantasy, though. He wasn’t going to remember her four years down the road. By that point, she was sure he’d have left a trail of broken hearts behind him.

“Please, just let me explain,” Alex said, almost right behind her now.

Kate walked even faster. “We have nothing to discuss, Alex. If you’re here to try and talk me out of keeping your friends Saturday, no dice.”

“It’s not about them. It’s about us.”

That finally did it. Kate stopped and rounded on him, fury driving away her shame. “Us? What us? I thought you were a great student. Apparently I was wrong.”

He reached out for her shoulder. “Ms. Madison…”

“Don’t you touch me. What, is your hand covered in glue too? Maybe thought you could tear up my blouse while you’re at it?”

“It’s not like-“

“If you weren’t my student, I’d slap you so hard your mouth would bleed. Do you know how humiliated I am? If it was anyone else, Alex, anyone at all, but I thought you and I were friends!”

“Goddamn it,” he snapped. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“What then?” Kate said.

He ran a hand over his face, and she spun away again, walking towards her car with her head bowed and tears threatening to bubble up.

“I was flirting with you.”

Kate froze. Her legs didn’t want to work even as her mind screamed for her to move faster, to get to her car and don’t look back. Because to look back was to admit her curiosity not just to herself but to him, too. But she didn’t want to listen to her mind. She wanted to listen to her heart, and another very intrigued part of her as well. She turned, her cheeks blooming red.

“You… what?”

Alex sighed. “Look. I’ve had the biggest damn crush on you for a while now. I swear, I didn’t think the glue would rip the whole of your pants. I… I guess I thought maybe it’d stick for a minute, and then… I don’t know. Christ, I have no idea why I did it now. It’s dumb. I can see that. And I’m so sorry I hurt you by doing it. I thought it’d be mostly harmless, and then I’d come by after class and give you a wink and you’d know it was all in fun. Or that’s how I merter escort had it in my head, anyways.”

“You… you’re my student, Alex.”

The words felt as stupid as they sounded. Of course he was her student. But Kate’s mind was scrambling for any response, any firm footing. He wanted her too. Oh God. This was bad. Or this was amazing. She didn’t know what to think.

“I know. I wasn’t even going to say anything for a year or two. I thought…” Alex groaned and rubbed the back of his head. “I thought I’d come back to town, you know, kind of swing by the classroom, and say I was just there to reminisce or something. Then I’d ask you out to dinner, or maybe out of town to a play or something. I keep saying ‘or something,’ and I know it’s annoying, but this is what you do to me.”

She gaped at him, and slowly shook her head. “It’s… not… we can’t…”

“I know.” He sighed. “I know. I’m not telling you all this because I think it can happen. I’m saying it because I thought you deserved to know why I did it. It was a dick move and I’ll make it up to you. I’ll give you whatever you need Saturday to pay for the pants, and if the chair’s broken, that too. I have some money saved from last summer, so… whatever you want, Ms. Madison.”

What I want is you, Kate thought but didn’t say. Oh good God, but his words were doing it for her. All her feelings. All her emotions. All her own confusion and lust mirrored in her eighteen-year-old student. She was doomed and she knew it. Kate didn’t want to wait a year or two. She wanted to jump him right there.

A seed of a wicked plan sprouted in Kate’s mind. She blinked at him, and finally muttered, “See you Saturday, Alex.”

* * *

The three guys took Alex’s decade-old Sportage to school Saturday. He told them what had happened between him and Ms. Madison, and Jaden reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

“Cheer up, man. At least she didn’t have you suspended or something. That’s, uh, that’s gotta be a good sign. Right?”

From the backseat, Tom snickered. “You’re the worst at motivating people.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jaden said.

“I’ll talk to her one more time,” Alex said. “Maybe you two won’t have to stick around.”

“Hey, not like we had anything better to do,” Tom said. “Cough cough.”

“Nerd,” Jaden said.

“Jock,” Tom said right back. It was an old exchange between the two and toothless. Jaden reached back and punched Tom’s knee, and the other boy reached up and swatted the back of his head in return.

“That’s how you get concussions, asshole,” Jaden grumbled.

“Like it matters with your brain, dickhead,” Tom said.

Alex shook his head. “You guys are way too cheerful about this.”

“Oh, don’t get us wrong,” Tom said. “You’re paying for my ticket to the convention today.”

“Tom,” Jaden warned mildly.

“All right, all right, you’re driving us to Five Guys later and we’re getting craaaazy.”

Alex laughed. “You got it.”

Only a few cars dotted the high school’s parking lot when they pulled in. It was one of those rare days when no extracurriculars were taking place, and only a couple teachers and staff were around. A van advertising a plumbing company was the lone exception. The boys headed for the front of the building, Tom talking animatedly about a show while Jaden kept pretending not to be interested. They all knew he liked anime as much as Tom, but refused to admit it on general principles, mostly to annoy his friend more than anything else.

The school was as empty inside as it seemed outside. One of the bathrooms they passed was wide open and a pair of men were working on replacing one of the broken sinks. Apart from that, they saw no one else on their way to the classroom.

Ms. Madison sat at her desk in a sleeveless white sweater tighter than anything else she’d ever worn in the classroom. Tom nearly stopped, leading Jaden to push him forward. The desk had been cleared off of everything, including her laptop, though they just assumed they were supposed to clean the desk too.

“Hey, Ms. Madison,” Jaden said, the only one successful of the three at being completely oblivious to her outfit, her touched-up makeup, or her messy, sexy ponytail.

“Yeah. Hey,” Tom said weakly, staring at her with open astonishment.

“Ms. Madison,” Alex said. He gaped at her for a second, then gestured at the other two. “Please. Don’t make them hang around.”

“We’ve talked about that, Alex,” she said. On her desk was a trio of sponges and a shallow plastic bucket. “One of you needs to go fill this up with hot water. Then you can get started.”

“I’ll do it,” Alex said quietly. He took the bucket and headed out the door.

Jaden leaned against the far wall. “Ms. Madison, don’t be too hard on him. He’s a good guy.”

“Oh, I know but I have to make him suffer a little bit. It was kind of endearing how both of you fell on your swords for him,” Ms. Madison said. “But I wonder, how much do you really care for him?”

“We’re like brothers,” eminönü escort Tom said, and there was no hint of a smile on his face.

Jaden nodded.

Ms. Madison stood up, and for the first time, both the boys noticed her extremely short skirt and the high heeled sandals. Her tanned calves gleamed with freshly applied lotion, and she came around the metal desk and sat up on it. She gave them a long look of her black-panty clad sex before she crossed her legs.

“Jesus,” Tom breathed.

“I’m going to ask you boys for a favor. Maybe the biggest favor of your whole lives,” Ms. Madison said, glancing towards the door and then back at them. “And in return, I’ll give you a morning you’ll never forget.”

“What is it?” Jaden asked, already hardening just looking at her.

“I want him as much as he wants me,” Ms. Madison said. “But hooking up with Alex is going to cost me everything. My reputation. My job. My family will hate me. I’ll have to figure out a whole new life. When he’s graduated, I can handle that. But I can’t wait until graduation to fuck him.”

“You want us to keep your secret?” Tom asked.

“It’s just going to be this once,” she said. “For a month and a half, that’s all it can be. Then, if he wants, maybe I’ll move to be closer to him at college. Only if he’s comfortable with that.”

“He is,” Alex said from the hallway.

He came in, tossing the empty bucket aside. Without a word, he walked right to Ms. Madison, his hands going up to cup her cheeks before his lips chased hers with all the passion and need that had been building up throughout the school year. She breathed him in, and whispered his name against his lips.

“You’re so young,” she murmured, leaning her forehead against his and closing her eyes. “You may not know-“

“What I want?” Alex asked. There was no way to convince her with words. So he kissed her again, his hands roaming up and down her back before pulling her tighter to him. Their lips met again and again.

Jaden caught Tom’s eye and jerked his thumb at the door. Ms. Madison broke away from Alex long enough to gasp, “No. I want all three of you today.” She stared at Alex, a challenge in her eyes, and he grinned.

“Get the door,” he said to Tom.

Tom hurried to it, already scrambling for the hem of his shirt as he came back, this time stepping up close to the desk. Jaden took his off too, and after a moment, Alex stood back so he could finish the trifecta. Ms. Madison took them all in and her lips parted.

“Very nice, boys.” She caught herself. “You are all eighteen, right? I looked at your files, but…”

Three variations of yes greeted her at that, and she laughed softly. She curled a finger at Tom. He came to her much like Alex had, his kiss more urgent and less subtle. When it was Jaden’s turn to take Tom’s place, his tongue slipped against her lips and she teased it with her own.

“We have to be quiet,” Alex warned the other guys. “I don’t just mean today.”

“We won’t say a word,” Tom said. Jaden turned his head and nodded.

“In the closet are some yoga pads and a couple pillows,” Ms. Madison said. “Get them for me.”

Tom got them, and together, the three men moved the desks, laid out the yoga pads and the pillows. Ms. Madison started to strip out of her blouse, but Alex stopped her hands with his own. First, he reached up to tug free her braid.

“Much better,” he murmured, and helped her slowly lift her shirt.

“Jesus,” Tom whispered as their sexy teacher’s taut stomach came into view. “You’re, uh, you’re very fit, Ms. Madison.”

“Thank you, Tom,” she said. “You boys obviously work out a lot too.”

Whatever Jaden was going to say to that died on his lips as her playful white bustier came into view. Her breasts were still graced by youth and lift, but so damn big they had to sag a little. Jaden stepped forward without a word and took the sleeveless sweater from Alex. Ms. Madison pulled him in for another kiss before he backed away and laid it over one of the desks.

Silently, Ms. Madison hopped off her desk and knelt on the yoga mats. Still in her heels, her skirt, and her bustier, she made for a hell of a sight. Their teacher’s desire didn’t need to be said, and Jaden and Tom kicked off their shoes and dropped their pants as quickly as they could. But when Alex started to unzip himself, Ms. Madison grinned up at him and shook her head.

“You get to watch this first time. Punishment, young man.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alex said.

Jaden’s boxers dropped, and Ms. Madison licked her lips. “Very nice, Jaden,” she murmured. Tom’s followed shortly, and she glanced over and her eyes widened.

After he got an eyeful of what she was seeing, Jaden sputtered, “Jesus Christ, dude.”

Alex gaped too. “Holy shit.”

“That’s what your moms said,” Tom said cheerfully.

“And he ruined it,” Jaden said.

Ms. Madison reached out with both hands, grasping Jaden’s nicely sized prick and Tom’s monstrosity. Her eyes flicked back to Alex and she winked. He winked back, and pulled up a desk to watch the show.

Their sexy young teacher stroked both men slowly, working their first couple inches with her delicate hands. Their cocks hardened with her sure strokes. She let them both go and spat indelicately into her palms before resuming. Slowly she jacked them, resting on her heels on the mats, taking in each one in turn.

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(This is a continuation of my previous story “Amber Conquers”)

(Thanks to Bandra for editing this for me.)

*

After Amber left I decided that college wasn’t for me. At 19 I started my own landscaping company. It was something I knew, enjoyed, and did well. I saved up some money from doing lawn jobs on the side as well as from my previous job mowing lawns. Therefore, I went to my local hardware store and bought myself my very own Snapper push mower. It was not quite top of the line but it was all that I could afford.

I continued with my existing customers (about 6 total) and most of them understood why my prices went up a bit. Slowly I was able to increase my customer base bringing in more work, which meant more paperwork.

The one area where I was very weak on, was my finances and keeping the paperwork and billing up to date. My sister-in-law Sandi, offered to handle my bills and send out invoices to my customers. She did this from her own house, and this meant that I bring all the paperwork to her about once per week. This brings me to one of the greatest learning experiences that I’ve ever had.

Now I know that I’m a bad person when I start fantasizing about my brother’s wife. But heck, she’s absolutely hot. Most sane men would consider her a super hot mother and I was no exception. Heck I’m 21, full of testosterone, and don’t get laid as often as I’d like.

I always made a point of complimenting her on her looks whenever I went over. I knew that especially stay-at-home moms liked to hear compliments. She always tried to brush off my compliments as if I was lying to her.

Unfortunately for me, Sandi didn’t have much in the boobs department. But even after two kids, her ass was quite nice. She prided herself on how much she exercised and walked on her treadmill.

She was a pretty open person and constantly talked about how she wanted to get a boob job from a reputable plastic surgeon. She told this to me and quite openly to others as well. So one time when she was looking through my job journal, it took all the courage I had to ask her if I could see what she had up on top.

Sandi laughed as if she thought I was joking and said, “You don’t want to see them.”

I decided to leave it alone realizing that if she mentioned it to Steve (my brother) he’d be super pissed and would probably beat the shit out of me.

A couple of weeks went by and Steve never said anything to me so it kind of emboldened me to push the issue a little further.

Once again I was at their house going through the paperwork with Sandi, and she had mentioned that she and Steve had gone to see a plastic surgeon to find out and discuss her options. She had mentioned that she didn’t feel sexy anymore, and that Steve has seemed to have lost interest in her.

“He isn’t home as much as he used to be.” She complained. “He seems to work a lot more too.”

I decided that it was time to push the issue. Once again I asked Sandi if I could see her tits. She gave me with a funny look. I think she was wondering if I was serious. I just looked at her with a serious look first making eye contact essentially saying, ‘I am serious’ and then looked down towards the little mounds on her chest.

“You really don’t want to see them.” Sandi said.

“I promise you I do. With all due respect to Steve, you are about the hottest chick that I know.” I replied with a nervous stutter in my voice.

I think that she realized that she was looking at a horny 21-year-old, who really did think that she was beautiful.

To my amazement she started to unbutton her shirt.

At the first button, she said, “I am not sure why I’m doing this. Steve should not find out about this at all.”

“That goes without saying.” My voice was still trembling in both nervousness and excitement. What the heck was I doing?

“I’m just showing you this once…don’t get any wild ideas.” She said as she continued to unbutton her shirt. Finally she pulled her shirt off and was sitting there right in front of me in only her red bra. Even though I knew they were small, I was still a little disappointed at the size. Typically I like to see some cleavage when someone is wearing a bra. Finally she pulled her bra above her tits and gave me a nice glimpse of them.

As you may know, I’m primarily a breast guy. I like them a little on the bigger side. But most importantly, I like them shaped nicely. Sandi did have small tits, but even after two kids, they were really shaped nice. They didn’t sag down or point in odd directions. To sum it up, they were a nice tight small pair of breasts.

“I don’t see why you or Steve doesn’t like them.” I said. “They have a beautiful shape to them. I would choose those over fake ones any day of the week. And I promise you, I would come home immediately from work if that is what I was coming home to.”

A little embarrassed, she pulled her bra back on and started putting her shirt back on.

“They are just too small. güngören escort I need to keep things spiced up for Steve. I can already see how he looks at other women.”

We left it at that and I was satisfied. If I saw every woman’s tits in this world, I would die happy.

Well I guess male horniness runs in the family because when I saw Sandi the very next week, she was crying. Actually sobbing is a better word. When I asked what was wrong she explained to me that she caught Steve having an affair. Apparently it had been going on for a while and she found out about it, by checking his cell phone bill.

He must’ve gotten careless or maybe he just didn’t care. She didn’t know what to do.

I knew that she was at a very vulnerable state of mind and wasn’t sure if I should be inconsiderate and try to take advantage of that. I went and sat down next to her and started to rub her back.

“Do you want to talk about it Sandi?”

She shook her head. “Not really. I’m just feeling sick about it. He didn’t even act remorseful about it. We had a big blow up fight last night and he left. He didn’t come home at all. He probably stayed with her.”

She turned towards me and hugged me. She started crying again. “I’m glad you are here. The kids are at school, Steve is gone and I just don’t know what to do anymore. I feel so alone.”

I slid my hands up and down her back slowly moving towards her butt and she started to pull away from me. I gradually moved my hands higher. I really wanted her but I didn’t want her to think that I was taking advantage of her vulnerability.

“What’s wrong with me?” She asked. “Could it be my boobs? I can’t believe he did this.”

She leaned in closer to hug me again.

“I should’ve known something was wrong. We had sex only a handful of times since Jessi was born and even when I put on his favorite lingerie, he barely looks at me. He always says he’s tired.” (Jessica is Steve and Sandi’s second child. She was eighteen months old).

She looked up at me with tears running down her face.

I looked at her and said, “Do something for me and trust me on this. Go and wear that lingerie and I want to prove a point to you. Don’t ask questions, just trust me on this.”

She stared at me for a while. “Aw hell, I don’t know what you are up to, but what do I have to lose?”

Shortly after Sandi left to go undress, there was a light knock on the front door. Then the door opened and Sandi’s friend Ashley walked in.

“Hello?” she called out.

Ashley was a pretty hot brunette. I think she graduated with Sandi so that would put her at about 29 years old. I was fortunate enough to have Ashley as a customer. Often times she would be lying out at her pool when I was trimming bushes in her backyard. She had a pretty nice ass but not as firm as Sandi’s. Her best quality was her breasts. I loved to stare at them all day when I was at her house. I would often prolong my trimming of her shrubs just to stare at her tits.

I had realized that her walking in could be devastating to us not to mention would be awkward, so I told Ashley that I’d go get Sandi and she could wait right there.

I walked quickly to Steve and Sandi’s room where I assumed she was changing and opened the door. Sandi was standing there with her back towards me in the most gorgeous black lacy top and black lacy boy shirts. My first thought was, ‘WOW! She could make a gay guy straight’. I closed the door behind me. What a beautiful ass!

I guess it didn’t take much back in those days, because as I predicted, I started to get hard right away.

“Wow.” I finally said out loud. “You’re even hotter than I imagined. I am honestly amazed at your beauty and would love to look at you some more but Ashley just showed up and is waiting in the living room. Please, can I take a rain check?”

She turned around and looked at me. “Don’t be in such a hurry. You told me that you wanted to prove something to me…. so what did you want to prove?” She asked. “Don’t worry about Ashley right now.”

A little embarrassed I pulled my shorts down along with my boxers and said, “This is what I wanted to prove to you.” I pointed down at my rock hard cock. “I wanted to prove to you that you were so hot that you could get me hard instantaneously. I wanted you to know that it wasn’t you that caused Steve to stray. I hate to say it but Steve’s a dickhead and he doesn’t deserve you.”

Just then the door to the bedroom opened and Ashley walked in. “What’s going on in here?” She had a sly grin on her face.

I could feel my face redden. I looked over at Sandi who was just as calm as can be. She was still staring at my cock. It was getting a little limp now at the prospect of being caught naked in front of my brother’s wife, by Ashley.

Ashley walked in front of me and stared at my dick. “Don’t go soft on my account. I would hope that I had the opposite effect on men.”

I smiled bağcılar escort and looked over at Sandi. She put her finger to her mouth as if to say ‘we won’t tell if you don’t tell.’ She started to walk over towards me. She got as close as she could without walking into my pole. Then she grabbed it.

“You’re bigger than Steve.” She whispered. Those words made me proud. She stroked it a couple times getting the feel of it.

Ashley took my shirt off for me and started caressing and kissing my chest. She said, “I’ve wanted to do this every time I saw you mowing my lawn with your shirt off.”

Am I a lucky guy or what?

Sandi wasted no time. She got on her knees and started giving me the best blowjob that I had ever had in my 21 years.

“Aaaaahhhh…! That feels so good.”

I was hanging on for dear life as she continued to stroke me with her hand and sucked on my mushroom tip with her mouth. That hand-twisting thing is something I will never forget. She’s done this many times before and I was reaping the rewards of her hard work and experience.

Ashley and I started a slobbery lip lock. She was a wonderful kisser; just as I imagined.

Ashley was one of my lawn mowing fantasies. You know the one; I’m mowing the lawn with my shirt off, she’s lying out at the pool…. takes her top off…. I walk over and kiss her…you get the idea.

Sorry for getting sidetracked.

I reached around Ashley and started pulling her shirt up. She lifted her arms for me to make it easier. In no time I was not only getting sucked off but also staring at a beautiful pair of tits just begging to be set free from their holster. I was happy to oblige them.

I reached around and unhooked her bra. I chuckled as the bra kind of popped forward. As her bra straps were released, her tits sprung the bra forward a bit. They were everything I imagined them to be. Those nice natural tits hung a bit as would be expected, but her beautiful pepperoni-like areolas still stared me right in the face. She had a perfect tan line from her many days in her backyard. I ran my finger across the border between light and dark skin. I started to caress her tits without appearing too eager. I pinched her nipples lightly and bent over to suck on them. Ashley unbuttoned her shorts and stuck her hand inside. She moaned as she pleasured herself.

A few moments later I decided that I wanted more of Ashley. “Let me help you with that.” I begged Ashley. She pulled her shorts down and I moved her underwear to the side exposing her beautiful pussy. I started rubbing her slit. She moaned, and so did I. The pleasures of getting a wonderful blowjob from Sandi felt wonderful.

“Oh…oh. That’s perfect…right there. Ooooohhh. Ooooohhh.” She purred.

Ashley and I started to kiss each other again. Sandi was getting me to climax.

“Oh fuck; this is hot! I’m going to cum.” I said out loud.

I took my hand off of Ashley’s crotch. I moved both hands to Sandi’s head. Sandi started to increase her strokes and her sucking. Ashley went back to fingering herself. I started thrusting my hips in unison with Sandi’s head movements and suddenly started to blow my giant load into her mouth.

“Oh… Oh..! Ooooohhh…! Oooohhh…!” I shouted.

She took it all like the pro that she was. Only a little bit of my seed seeped out of her mouth and Ashley bent down to lick it off of her. Sandi moved her mouth from my dick and kissed Ashley. They were locked in a beautiful girl-girl kiss for several seconds exchanging my juices. As soon as they were done with each other, Ashley turned around and licked the remnants of cum from my rock hard dick.

“Our turn.” Sandi said. She motioned for me to lie down on her bed.

I did as requested and both Ashley and Sandi took the rest of their clothes off.

Sandi, fully nude now turned towards me and smiled. I was impressed at how well she kept herself trimmed. Her dark pubes were trimmed in a perfect triangle. I really liked it. I’m not much of a ‘shave it all off’ type of guy. My former girlfriend Amber always shaved her pussy. But I didn’t like forests either. (I think every forest needs to stay trimmed to avoid wildfires.)

Ashley was well trimmed as well. She trimmed it in a 1 inch by about 3-inch bacon strip. I liked that approach to cleanliness as well. She got on top of me first. Her huge tits hung down as she bent to grab my throbbing cock. She hovered above it and guided it into her already moist pussy as she moved her body downwards. There was little resistance and her pussy engulfed my entire cock in no time.

“Oooohhh.” We both said in unison. I love that feeling that comes when you first enter a hot, wet pussy. There’s nothing like it. And each one has a special and different feel. Ashley was no exception.

Sandi got onto the bed and practically sat on my face with her body facing the headboard. She grabbed onto it and hovered above my mouth. güneşli escort I parted her lips with my thumb and index finger. Her clitoris was already swollen and was easy to find. I started alternating with both my tongue and my fingers to bring her maximum pleasure. She started groaning.

“Steve hasn’t done this to me for a long time. It feels so..awe.. good.”

Ashley continued fucking me bobbing up and down on my cock. Despite fucking two beautiful older women, I felt that I could go on for days. I was hoping to bring them to climax before climaxing myself for a second time.

“This is so fucking hot!” I blurted with a shaking voice. “You are two wild chicks.”

I decided to push the limit on Sandi. As I was licking her swollen clit, I put my pointer finger into her now juicy cunt. I got it nice and lubed up and pulled it out and started working it into her tight asshole. She jumped a bit when my finger first came into contact with her hole but said nothing. I took this as a hint to keep going. I could tell that she’s done this before. I worked at it a bit and was finally able to ‘break the seal’ that had developed from the long interval that had transpired from not having her back door entered. I slowly pushed my finger further in.

Sandi moaned. “Oh… Oh..! Oh my…”

I continued to work my finger in and out of her hole. Listening to these two beautiful girls moaning was more than I could handle.

Sandi stood up from my face and moved next to me getting on all fours. “I want you in my ass!” Sandi begged.

Ashley dismounted and decided to lie down in front of Sandi. Have they done this before?

Hoping that Ashley’s juices were enough to keep me lubed for entry into Sandi’s ass, I got up behind her and with my hand at the base of my cock, guided it towards Sandi’s hole. I knew her hole was used to my brother’s smaller dick. And even that had been a while ago, from what she said.

Slowly I tried to work it in there. My fingers are pretty thick, but that really didn’t help with getting my dick into her ass. I needed to get the tip in there before Ashley’s lube wore off. I was having trouble so I pulled it away and spat right on her hole. I rubbed my cock around in the spittle and tried again. This time it went in with a little more effort. Once I passed the outer ring, I knew I was in, but still needed to take it slowly.

I worked at it and she was moaning pretty good by now. It appeared as though Sandi was pleasuring Ashley’s pussy with her tongue while Sandi was getting her ass thumped. I reached around Sandi with my right hand to try to keep her pussy wet and pleasured as well.

I grabbed on her left hip and started thrusting back and forth slowly at first. I was having the time of my life. We were all making various moaning noises at this point. Yeah… the time of my life!

“Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh…!” Ashley yelled as Sandi continued to pleasure her pussy.

They both continued to moan louder and louder and I could tell that Sandi hasn’t been fulfilled for quite some time. I was about to climax and she could feel it. Simultaneously we started thrusting harder. She thrust towards my dick and I pushed harder in her ass. Sandi stopped licking on Ashley at this point. I think she wasn’t coordinated enough to take in all this pleasure and lick on Ashley’s clit at the same time. But she was coordinated enough to thrust her fingers up Ashley and Ashley took over for Sandi when she started rubbing her own clit in a circular manner. We were all at our wit’s end and ready to explode. Sandi let out a huge moan as she started to orgasm.

“Oh… Oh..! Uuuunnnhhh….! Ooooohhhhh…! Ooooohhhhh…!”

She moved her ass harder and harder into my dick. This got me so excited and I could feel my second orgasm starting to develop. I pulled out of her ass and stroked myself to achieve orgasm. I started spewing it all over her back. I felt like a cross between the energizer bunny and Old Faithful because it shot out and just kept going and going.

I got down and went over to where Ashley was laying and let her lick my cum and Sandi’s ass juices off of my dick. She happily lapped it up without missing a beat.

She almost had given herself and orgasm but I wanted to help her out. I got on all fours and started to lick her clit. She was getting closer because her back arched and she essentially shoved her crotch into my face. Her moans got louder.

I wasn’t ready for this, but Sandi got behind me and started licking my asshole and cupping my balls with her hand. Since this was the first time for me, I felt uncomfortable at first, but realized that it felt pretty sexy. My dick started to harden again. As I reached full erection, Sandi started stroking it again.

Ashley was getting closer to climax. She continued to moan as I stuck two fingers into her beautiful swollen pussy. Her body started going into spasms and it took all my coordination to keep licking in the right place. She started whimpering like a puppy and tears of ecstasy fell from the corners of her eyes. All of a sudden a loud moan filled the bedroom. I felt her juices rushing out of her pussy and onto my goatee. She moaned again and then sighed a huge sigh of relief. “Awe! Oh woooowwww. You are masterful!” She smiled and finally noticed that Sandi was giving me a hand job.

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Anthony was busy taking pictures of her. She loved how sexy he made her feel. And she needed to feel sexy tonight. They had talked about it before; but tonight they were going to actually do it. For the first time meet up with a stranger they met online. His name was Joe and Anthony had been chatting back and forth with him online. Robin enjoyed reading their emails; Anthony talking about her like she was nothing more than a slut and Joe’s hungry, horny replies. It made her feel so dirty seeing herself desribed as a whore. The two men talking about her like she was an object.

And that’s exactly what Robin wanted to be treated like tonight. An object. A fuck-toy. She wanted to be used. This wouldn’t have been their first choice for a threesome. Anthony was straight and while he enjoyed seeing her act like a slut; he’d much rather have two women to play with. Robin herself while she had kissed a few girls in college and sucked a tit or three; she had never gone all the way with another woman. And at 23 years old she really wanted to try it. But finding other girls to play with was hard; too many men posing as women or scared girls playing games. Men were easier and they wanted to get their first time swinging over with. See what it was like. And it wasn’t like this would be the first time Robin had pleased two cocks at once before.

Robin smiled to herself thinking about her times with Anthony and his cousin. His cousin’s tiny cock. Unbuttoning the front of her dress she exposed her tits to Anthony’s camera. He loved photographing her being naughty and she loved being his plaything. He had dressed her tonight. He had been doing that more and more lately. Not that she minded. Since allowing her man to dress her, she had gotten alot of compliments on the way she looked. Especially from men. She loved feeling wanted; desired. She rubbed her nipples, squeezing her big tits as Anthony’s camera clicked. She was ready to get fucked and told him so.

As she walked past Anthony she had fun playfully running her hand across the tent in his pants. She couldn’t wait to suck on his cock. As well as this Joe guy’s. Robin was a dirty girl. She prided herself on it. And she had done some things most girls will turn their noses at already. But most of her adventures had been solo before meeting Anthony. She never had anyone to share her dirty secrets with before. No one to join in them. She loved Anthony for giving her that. For the first time she didn’t feel alone.

She walked out the door of their apartment, across the wet grass; and jumped into her car. Anthony soon joined her while she adjusted her mirror and looked at herself. Her makeup was a bit heavier than usual. But tonight she was a slut and she wanted to look the part. She ran her hand through her shoulder length brown hair and adjusted her glasses. At 5’2″ and 135 lbs. she felt she looked good. She was wearing a tan dress that florya escort buttoned up in the front with sheer thigh high stockings. On her feet were cute calf length cowboy boots. She buttoned her dress up a bit. She had forgotten to inside and a bit more of her cleavage was hanging out than she could get away with at Dave and Busters.

That’s where Joe wanted them to meet him. She hoped he’d actually be there. She had talked to him on the phone earlier that day and he sounded like a scared puppy. She thought it was cute and had fun teasing him on her lunchbreak from the school. Asked him how bad he wanted to fuck her. If he often met girls online. Luckily even if he wasn’t there, D&Bs wasn’t far from their place anyway. Worse come to worse she’d go home a bit pissed and fuck the shit out of Anthony. He was running his hand up and down her legs, sending shivers down her spine as his hand reached under her dress and rubbed against her bare pussy. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She knew Anthony liked that.

Inside Dave and Busters Robin began to get a little nervous. While handing her ID to the security guard it sank in that she was there to meet a stranger for sex. A man she didn’t know was going to stick his cock inside her tonight. Part of her wanted to go home. She didn’t really want to be a slut did she? She looked up at Anthony and the thought of her moaning on his cock while another guy fucked her came into her head. Yes she thought. She did want to be a slut for him. For herself. She had started having perverse thoughts since she was a teen. Of other girls, of threesomes, orgies; and things she didn’t even want to admit to herself.

Joe stepped up to them from the crowd with a beer in his hand. He was about 6 foot tall and a bit thinner than Robin liked. That was okay though she thought. He’s only there for sex. Something about using him turned her on. She figured this is probably how guys think and laughed to herself as Anthony introduced them. Joe seemed like a nice guy and bought them some drinks before they got a table. They tried to make some small talk with each other; but everyone present seemed a bit nervous. Nobody knew how to proceed. Anthony asked if Joe wanted to play some games or something. Joe said not really. That he’d rather just go somewhere to y’know. Anthony laughed. He liked being in control of Robin and this was something new. Joe asked where they wanted to go. A motel? Anthony and Robin however told them their place was close by and cheaper.

Joe was cool with that and the trio headed to the parking lot. The rain had picked up a bit and Anthony told their new friend he could follow in his car. As Joe said goodby for now; Robin reached up and kissed him. They kissed for a little bit before Robin turned to Anthony and they headed back to their car. Now in the car

Robin was excited. She was about sultangazi escort to get gangbanged. The thought of pleasing two cocks at once really turned her on and after putting the keys in the ignition she reached over and groped Anthony’s cock. It was hard and she asked him if he was still okay with this. Part of Robin wanted Anthony to say no he wasn’t. That he wanted her all to himself. But he didn’t. He told her he was fine and asked her if she was alright. Robin said she was ready for some fun as they drove off for home.

Back at the house Robin sat on the couch with Joe uncomfortably. They had no idea how to proceed. Anthony was seated behind them on a stool watching. The trio made some uncomfortable small talk before Anthony said he had to use the bathroom. He figured Robin could use some time alone with her new conquest. Maybe it would put them at ease. When he finished and left the room he saw he was right.

There on the couch Robin and Joe had their backs to him. She was leaning over and making out with him. He couldn’t see exactly what was going on; but figured out she was jerking his cock. Anthony stayed quiet as he watched the stranger unbutton the top of his girlfriend’s dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra so Joe had immediate access to her breasts and began rubbing them. Soon he lowered his face into her huge mounds and Robin grabbed his head as she moaned in approval. She looked over and locked eyes with Anthony just seconds before Joe ran his free hand through her hair and pulled her in for a kiss. He then told her to suck his cock.

Robin did as she was told and Anthony watched as his girlfriend’s head disappeared into another man’s lap. He heard her as she moaned and sucked on Joe’s dick. Quiestly Anthony walked over and returned to his stool. He picked up his camera and took a picture of Robin as her head bobbed up and down on the foreign dick. Looking over at him Joe told him not to get his face in the pictures. Anthony said that wouldn’t be a problem. Not like he wanted pictures of him anyway. Just wanted to look at the pics later with Robin. Of her being a little slut with a stranger’s cock in her.

Robin was soon on her knees on the couch licking Joe’s dick up and down. He was bigger than Anthony. About eight inches long and probably as thick. Robin jerked the base of his dick as she licked and then sucked on his balls. Joe moaned and told her she was great as sucking cock while he ran his hands through her hair. Soon Robin had him in her mouth again and was attempting to deepthroat the biggests dick she had met; but she gagged a bit. Realizing she wasn’t going to be able to do it she gave up and began suckling the head, flicking her tongue all over it before going down for deeper strokes while she jerked the base. Joe asked if he could fuck her.

Leaning over the couch Robin shook her ortaköy escort ass and asked Anthony if their friend could fuck her. Anthony was okay with it and Robin stood up and turning about kicked off her boots. She then stood up and toyed with both men as she slowly slid her dress over her shoulders and down her body. She was completely naked before them except for her stockings which Joe told her to leave on. She complied as he commented on the tattoo on her thigh. He thought it was weird. And it was. A gash with three tears dripping from it.

Climbing onto the couch she bent over the back while Joe stood up and dropped his pants. He slipped a condom on which annoyed Robin a little. She hated them; but didn’t say anything as he positioned himself behind her. She wondered if that big dick of his would fit inside her. She looked at Anthony and asked him if he was having fun as Joe thrust into her. He grabbed her hips a bit roughly as he sank his dick deeper into her. Robin moaned like a little whore while Anthony continue to snap pictures. It was then that he got up.

Robin licked her lips as Anthony approached her and reaching for him she unzipped his pants dropping them to the floor. Anthony’s cock was six inches long and fat. Just the right size for her she thought. Opening wide she took him into her mouth while the stranger took her from behind. She had fun moaning on Anthony’s cock as Joe’s dick hammered in and out of her. Soon though their new playmate groaned in pleasure and Robin felt his cock twitch inside of her. The bastard was cumming already. As she sucked Anthony’s cock Robin continued to back her round ass into Joe’s thrusting hips ass he came into the condom; which he soon pulled out with a plop. He left them and entered the bathroom.

Robin looked up amused at Anthony and he let out a chuckle while she kept sucking. He asked if Joe came and Robin confirmed it. Pulling out of Robin’s slutty little mouth Anthony came around and sat beside her. He told her that’s what she gets for having such a tight little pussy. Robin laughed and Anthony called him a two-pump chump before he spread Robin’s legs and began kissing her. Soon Anthony was inside of Robin as she met his thrusts. While they kissed he whispered in her ear that he loved her as they fucked like crazy.

Robin shuddered in orgasm as Joe came back. He watched as Robin put her legs over Anthony’s shoulders and he pounded her good and hard while running his tongue over her nylon clad leg. Coughing; Joe excused himself and said he was leaving. Looking up at him Robin said goodbye and gesturing for him to come over kissed him goodbye while Anthony fucked her. When the door closed behind him Anthony pretended to cum and Robin called him a two pump chump as he continued to saw in and out of her. Soon it was Anthony’s turn as he exploded inside of Robin. She shuddered as the warm fluid soaked her insides while they kissed and Anthony continued to screw her.

Looking into Robin’s eyes he asked her if she had fun and she nodded her head yes. She said maybe next time they did it; it would last longer. Anthony said maybe next time it would be a girl. Robin laughed and told him he would like that too much. He replied that so would she. He was right.

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About three months after I fulfilled one of my wildest fantasies by fucking Rene, the older woman who had been my boss for almost three years, I had the courage to share with her an even wilder fantasy of mine, albeit indirectly. I had posted a story that depicted my dream of having sex with my older supervisor in her office more than a year before we actually had sex for the first time, and, as a result, I went back and forth in my mind as to whether or not I should share that story with Rene.

The main reason for my hesitancy was that the story ended with a double-penetration threesome session, and, obviously, I wasn’t sure how Rene would respond to that part. Anyone who reads my work knows I’m a fanatic of double penetration, but Rene didn’t know that fact about me yet. However, after a few months of enjoyable sex with my former boss, I decided that, even though the intercourse was really hot, if I was going to continue this casual relationship, I might as well go for the fences. If I lost Rene over it, well, I had never intended for this fling to go on forever anyway.

I emailed the link to the story to Rene, and she read it that very night – and followed up by reading all my other work. It was no secret to her any longer what my biggest turn on was. Naturally, Rene commented on the dominant theme of double penetration in my writing, which led to a conversation of some of my experiences and fantasies. The fantasies part inevitably led to my confirming that one such desire was having double penetration sex with Rene.

Rene went on to tell me that she was no virgin to group sex. In fact, in college, she was often fucked by three or four guys in one session, often split-roasted by two men at once. However, double penetration was something that she had never tried and was never really brought up when she was a young adult. Of course, I asked her if she would ever be willing to try it, and my heart practically stopped when she said she would consider it. It wasn’t a yes, but it was good enough for me for now!

Over the next five weeks or so, not only did the idea of a threesome not come up again, but my conversations with Rene became less and less frequent and, as a result, our sexual episodes suffered the same fate. I feared that my sharing my fantasy with her was so off-putting that I had irreparably damaged the relationship. Like I said, I had been prepared for that scenario, so I didn’t take it too hard. I didn’t miss her quite as much as I was disappointed at losing an opportunity to live out another fantasy that just a few months ago seemed utterly outrageous.

Then, around 9 pm one Tuesday night in late August, I received my first text from Rene in at least three weeks: “I hope you’re free because it has to be tonight.” I may never delete that text. Vague though it was, my gut knew to what she was referring.

“I’m free,” I texted back, even though I was planning to go to bed in less than an hour because I had work the next morning. I sent those two words to her as quickly as I could to do my best to prevent this wonderful turn of events from occurring. Then I texted her again, “Free for what?”

“Double,” was all she wrote back. It was all she needed to write back. After confirming Rene’s house as the location, I was dressed and in my car within five minutes.

It was almost 9:30 pm by the time I got out of the house. I knew I was going to be exhausted in the morning, but there wasn’t a scenario I foresaw that wouldn’t be worth being less than sharp at work the next day. Fortunately, being later at night, traffic wasn’t bad at all, so I was at Rene’s house in less than 15 minutes. As soon as I pulled into her driveway, I texted her to let her know I was there. When I got to the door, I was greeted by a middle-aged man.

I’m not sure what I expected, but I was a little taken back when I saw the guy who was obviously the participant tonight. It hadn’t crossed my mind that he would be more Rene’s age, as he was clearly in his 50s. That’s not to say he looked like a wreck or anything. Actually, he was clean, well groomed and I could tell he worked out. I’d just never had group sex with an older participant before.

The man introduced himself as Rene’s friend Rob, and I greeted him in a similar fashion. I had to give him credit for being a lot less awkward than I was. I had a lot zipping through my mind, not to mention that my body was calling for sleep.

Since it was already almost 10 pm on a work night, we didn’t have much time to waste. Rob welcomed me into the house, and just then, Rene came around the corner down the hall to greet me, a big smile on her face and a long pink robe covering the rest of her. I hadn’t seen her in almost three weeks, so feelings of fondness and excitement swirled within me as I greeted my mature lover with a peck on the cheek. A few months ago, even after having sex with Rene, I was uncomfortable with other signs of affection, since it wasn’t really affection I was going etiler escort for but rather pure, depraved lust. However, over the course of time, her and my sessions grew more and more intimate, making me more comfortable to be a little more vulnerable with her while still basking in the depravity that was our fornication.

There, Rene explained to me that Rob was a friend she had met about a month back and had started going out with recently. Her time with him had caused her to not give as much attention to me as a result, figuring I’d understand since our relationship was strictly a carnal one. She needed something more than what I was willing to offer, which I understood.

Rene still, however, craved the attention of a younger man. It was only a couple weeks into her budding relationship with Rob that Rene brought me up and the fact that we had started sleeping together occasionally. Apparently, Rob understood Rene’s need for fresh blood, and it was at that point that Rene brought up the next logical step and my longing: a threesome. Rob was game, so with two willing participants, Rene figured she had every reason to finally give double penetration a try.

I couldn’t even process my thoughts and feelings as the three of us headed upstairs to the bedroom. As we passed through the door to where the scene of the crime would be, Rene clarified that her daughter was out of town for this one more night and then would be living at home for an indefinite amount of time. Coupled with the fact that she wasn’t always in the adventurous mood to try something new and just so happened to be in such a mood currently, it needed to be tonight, sleep and work be damned. No one was complaining.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as Rene welcomed us men to undress. I blocked out all the nerves and the anxiety and instead focused on the reality of the situation before me. It had been incredible that I had gotten to fuck Rene in the first place after fantasizing about it for years, but now I was going to fulfill my utmost fantasy involving her by double-penetrating her! The only thing that could have made it hotter was to have done it in her office when she was my boss in the past, but that ship had sailed.

Without giving it too much thought, I took off all my clothes, and Rob and I were immediately sporting hearty erections as we anticipated what was to come. Rene was visibly excited as she sat on the edge of the bed and watched her young stud and her older man get ready to share her. I bet she figured her days of being desired by multiple men were ancient history, but tonight would prove that it’s never too late.

Rene stood up and pushed her robe off, revealing the lingerie she was sporting. Like I’ve said before, there wasn’t anything about my old boss physically that initially attracted me to her, so three years ago, I may have balked at this sight. However, having long since developed a very real respect and attraction for the mature lady, not to mention our recently developed sexual relationship, seeing Rene in black knee-high stockings, attached to a purple thong and garter belt, with a matching purple bra added to my excitement. The bra was especially noteworthy, as it cupped her small but round and full boobs perfectly and created a surprising amount of cleavage.

However, there wasn’t much of a need for Rene to have been very careful with her choice of attire because, once she gave us the word, it was off her in a heartbeat, save the stockings, which Rene said would increase her chance of an orgasm if left on. I didn’t protest; she looked quite good for an older lady with her knee-highs on and the rest of her mature body exposed. Add the fact that this woman once hired me and used to sign my paychecks, and I was as turned on as I needed to be.

Next, Rene asked Rob to turn out the lights, leaving us in darkness once we had all seen each other naked. It was beautiful summer evening, though, so the window was open and allowed some light from the street to come in, making it easier to see well enough once our eyes adjusted. Adding to the atmosphere of this lovely summer night was the oscillating fan that blew gently on us in that quiet room as well as the slight breeze that came in through the window and slightly rattled the blinds.

We quickly discovered that even though I was the youngest one there, I had the most experience with group sex, or, specifically, double penetration, so the older couple was going to rely a lot on my expertise, as silly as it sounds. I knew we would have to go slowly at first and use plenty of lubrication. Also key was for Rob and me to play with Rene for some time to get her fire going, ensuring she was good and turned on before we got to the main event.

To that end, Rob and I lay Rene out on the corner of the bed, having her rest on her back with her legs hanging off the one side while her left arm rested on the foot board. beşiktaş escort With everything above her knees exposed and a huge, albeit potentially unsure, grin on her face, Rene spread her legs and looked at Rob, then me and then back at Rob as she awaited our moves. I was going to make a move for Rene’s pussy, but Rob happened to be closer and got there first. Therefore, I leaned over the foot of the bed and squeezed Rene’s left tit as I drew my head near it.

At his end, Rob had squatted at the side of the bed, his mouth now level with his lover’s pussy. Staying focused on my part in the foreplay, I put my mouth on Rene’s nipple and began to swirl my tongue around it, that movement alone causing my mature ex-boss to squirm a bit on the mattress and flex her ankles. As I sucked on one boob, I squeezed and rubbed the other with my hand. Just as I got going, Rob began to each the bitch out.

Rene groaned, kicking her legs out as she was orally pleasured at both ends. I could only assume this treatment was getting her nice and wet, and she would need all the arousal she could muster if she was going to take two cocks well on her first try. I had faith in her, though, and knew Rob and I together could get the older woman to the level she needed to be.

I didn’t pay much attention to what Rob was doing, but I assumed he was fingering and tonguing Rene’s pussy, perhaps even her ass, since we would be using that hole too tonight. After sucking on Rene’s left tit for a while, I decided to join her in the bed, first straddling over her stomach, my knees on either side of her as I hovered over her, eyeing those boobs that I prized very much. I gave both of them a brief massage in an effort to continue to increase Rene’s arousal but then decided to slip my dick in between them. I hadn’t tit-fucked Rene yet, so I figured one more first before the big one was in appropriate.

Rene smiled and then let go of the bed sheets to hold her boobs in place while I slid my prick between them, back and forth. All the while, her older pal was still going to town on her cunt behind me, and I could feel Rene’s legs kick involuntarily from time to time while her body twitched as well. I would have liked to have fucked Rene’s boobs for a little longer than I did, but after a minute or so, I figured there was more I could be doing to prepare her for the main course, so I pulled away and, instead, knelt at the other side of the bed, over Rene’s head.

As Rob finished up at his end, I put my prick in Rene’s face, and the woman took it in her hand and sucked on the tip, tasting my precum as we waited for Rob to join us on the bed. A minute later, we were all on that piece of furniture and Rene was on her hands and knees between us men as we each prepared to insert our dicks into either end of my old boss. Rene’s hands remained on the mattress while I held onto the woman’s shoulders and pushed my cock into that wet and willing mouth. Meanwhile, Rob slipped into Rene’s pussy and held onto his lover’s waist as he began to slowly thrust in and out of the bitch.

For the next few moments, Rene remained in place while Rob and I swung back and forth at either end of our shared lover, each of us guys going at his own pace as we fucked our respective hole. Both of us took just a second to adjust before we just went for it, Rob, I’m sure, being just as ready to go as I was. The only sound beside the fan in that dark, cool room was the steady smacking of Rob’s flesh against Rene and Rene’s slurping on my cock. The occasionally moan of pleasure from Rob or me or a delightful squeal from Rene added to the soundtrack as well.

By now I had lost track of time and didn’t see a clock, but I figured it was time to move to what I had been waiting for, well, years. Without a word, I pulled out of Rene’s mouth and retreated toward the headboard as I watched Rob fuck my sexy former boss doggystle for another minute or two before I spoke up and suggested that Rene get on my cock. Rob nodded and slowed down before pulling out, freeing Rene to crawl over to me and then stand up right there on the bed and step over my knees in preparation for the main course.

Dropping to her knees, Rene reached down to grab my cock, which I had been holding at the base while I had waited for her to come over, and helped guide it in line with her pussy. I did quite badly wish to fuck her ass, but I decided that for our first double penetration together, I wanted to be in her twat, even if it meant holding off giving Rene anal until another time. Beside, it appeared I was a little bigger than Rob down there, so it only made sense that I got the hole that was able to make more accommodation.

Rene wedged my tip into her love hole and sank down, the two of us moaning as she did. My heart was tight in my chest as I watched my former supervisor sink down the full length of my shaft as she propped herself up by her hands and knees, the fulya escort pale moonlight reflecting off her creamy skin. I couldn’t believe what was happening, especially as this middle-aged stranger knelt up behind Rene and me as she and I were already joined together. As I worked the entire length of my dick inside Rene’s tight pussy, I knew I needed to secure her by her ass and spread those cheeks apart so that my new friend could help me achieve one of my wildest fantasies.

As aroused as I’d ever been, I couldn’t help but thrust up into Rene as I held her ass open, at first only slowly sinking my pelvis back before thrusting up into that tight, petite body, but the longer Rob stayed back, stroking his cock and just watching his lady friend take a much younger man’s cock, I started to thrust faster and faster until I almost got lost in the sensations of having sex with this older woman in that dark, cool room, all but forgetting that we had convened to be a threesome and not a twosome. Upon catching Rob in the corner of my eye, I recalled why I was this turned on to begin with and decided to slow down in order to initiate the final steps of creating this Rene sandwich.

At last, Rob finally scooted in, pressing his cock against Rene’s tight asshole, which I was spreading out as wide as I could. Once Rob had pushed the first portion of his wang into Rene, I let go of the woman’s butt and instead ran my hands up and down her back for a moment while more and more of Rob penetrated her asshole. Eventually, my hands settled on Rene’s shoulders, where I sunk my nails in as I could feel that thick cock filling the hole adjacent to the one I was inside. Being heterosexual, I didn’t need that cock for my own benefit, but being a part of filling a sexy lady with more than one cock was always exhilarating for me.

My breathing grew shallower and my heart was filled with emotions I couldn’t even describe as it settled in that, at long last and in the most fortunate twist of fate, my boss (well, former boss) was in the middle of a double-penetration threesome of which I was a participant. Still holding tightly to Rene’s shoulders, I pulled the older woman in for a brief kiss as she tried her hardest to not make any noises of discomfort while Rob filled more and more of her butthole until his balls joined nearby mine on the woman’s taint.

This night, my relationship with my former boss had finally culminated in her being sandwiched between another dude and me, and as soon as we had her pinned there, we started getting to work, albeit slowly. I think Rob waited for my cue, so I pushed gently into Rene, making her moan softly as I continued to hold onto her shoulders. Then I pulled back, and when I pushed in again, Rob knew it was his turn to pull back. Deliberately and slowly, we men worked our way into double-stuffing Rene on her own bed there, the two of us taking turns going to the hilt inside her, our balls alternating with each other in making contact with Rene’s stretched-out taint as we filled both of her holes.

I exhaled deeply, overwhelmed by the sensations of the cool air blowing on our warm bodies in that dark room and the realization that Rene was not only on top of me with my cock stuffed inside her but also had another cock fucking her asshole just as gently and deliberately as I was doing in her twat. The sound of the fan drowned out most of noise, though I could hear the occasional squeak of the bed as Rob and I took turns slowly thrusting into the mature bitch lying between us.

After a minute or two of taking soft pumps from us men, Rene sank her nails into my shoulders and buried her face in my neck for just a moment, but long enough for me to wonder if she was taking the double penetration well. Then, like a dart, her head shot up, her short hair rustling about her face, and she cried out like an animal. The noise was difficult to interpret by itself, but the look on her face, even in that dark room, was one of unmistakable joy.

As I adjusted to the reality of my glorious situation, I was overcome with how good Rene’s pussy felt with her ass being fucked at the same time. The pleasure was as intense as anything I had ever felt, and all we were doing was trying to ease her into her most difficult sexual endeavor yet. As the intensity of the pleasure increased, it became harder and harder to maintain a slow pace. Before I knew it, I was pumping faster into that delightful pussy, and Rob was keeping up with me by plugging that tight ass at the same rate.

I wasn’t sure how Rene would respond to the sudden increase in our fucking, but she appeared to enjoy it, laughing and moaning as Rob and I sawed in and out of her. Rene propped herself up by her outstretched arms, her hands now back on the mattress as she held herself between our thrusting bodies. The sensations all around me were simply too much for me to stay in control of myself, whether it was the strands of Rene’s short blond hair falling in the woman’s face as her body bobbed back and forth from the fucking; the jiggling of her perfect boobs right over my face in rhythm with Rob’s and my alternating thrusts into the sexy milf; the scent of perfume, sweat and sex all mingled in the air around us or simply the sounds of the squeaking bed and the fan blowing the warm summer air.

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I resolved to be married by the end of the year. This was my one and only New Year’s Resolution.

Of course, my prospects for marriage were slim. I worked two jobs and often a third so that I could put money aside for an eventual easier life. At one job, I was a full-time computer programmer and web designer. I then free lanced in the evenings for another company that wanted all the time I could give them; I usually put in another forty hours a week for them. My third job was as a weekend bartender at a resort that specialized in weddings; I was busy most weekends with that too. All that work meant I had little time for a social life, but I was saving money – money for a rainy day; money for a family; money for a better life than I’d grown up in.

The few women my age that I worked with were mostly married or unavailable, and apparently even their friends were when I asked ‘if they knew anyone.’ Moreover, I didn’t handle rejection well, so I tended not to hit on women I didn’t already know or get introduced to. That left a pretty empty field of play.

I’m not bad looking, but I am a little reserved. At thirty-five, my parents had all but given up hope for my ever becoming a family man. My older brother often came to my defense, assuring parents, friends and relatives that I hadn’t crossed over and that I’d meet the right woman in time.

Of course, I had a covey of friends of all persuasions – many from my various jobs past and present. My closest friend and co-worker was a gay guy named Bruce. Somehow, he knew I’d never cross the line, but that I was tolerant of his life choices. He was a superb computer artist and graphics designer, and in his spare time worked as an interior decorator and feng shui consultant. Bruce urged me to use the computer – ‘the wonders of technology,’ he called it – to find a bride. He’d met several lovers through the Internet and was sold on the concept.

Thus, three months into the year of my resolution, with only nine months remaining in the year to get married, I logged onto a website that promised attractive and hospitable women that sought marriage outside their country – Russia. Somehow, I managed to spend an hour or two each night window shopping – reading the biographies and dream lists submitted to the site by dozens of Russian women. Of course, I’d done enough work on the Internet to be skeptical of all the claims in the biographies as well as skeptical of the photographs that all seemed to show model quality women in chic clothes.

I narrowed the field down to a dozen I might like from the generic descriptions they’d written, and then a week later I winnowed my selections down to four by gut feel. By this time, another month had passed. I paid for another month’s membership on the website and started to e-mail the four women that seemed to have personality traits and backgrounds that might bode well for a long-term relationship – even a marriage. I sent several photographs of myself, plus a long bio and my own ‘dream list.’ I was letting it all hang out there so they could get to know me.

Three of the women responded within four days, and I never heard from the fourth. One of the replies politely explained that she had become betrothed to a local boy, however, she thanked me for my interest and wished me the best of luck in finding a bride.

Svetlana, the first girl to respond, was twenty-eight and apparently a shapely long-haired redhead. She e-mailed several more photographs to me, more casual poses than the formal portraits on the website. Svetlana had gone to college and studied accounting. She was working for a government agency keeping track of the finances for part of the organization along with fifty or so other accountants. She responded to a lot of the questions I’d asked, and, to my delight, asked about thirty other questions of me. Her questions revealed that she was indeed being careful about whom she choose to leave Mother Russia for, and also revealed that she was intelligent, witty, and discriminating. Our correspondence had started.

Elena was the second girl to respond. This twenty-seven year old also attached a dozen candid photos to her first e-mail, including photos with some of her friends. Elena designed women’s clothes for a small boutique in Moscow, and she wanted to create her own line in the U.S. eventually. In each photo she sent she was dressed with exceptional care, her trim body showing she was fashion conscious, as well as skilled in design, makeup and hair styling. She too asked some deep questions, and she shared a lot more about herself than was evident on the matchmaking website. I could even tell she had a spiritual side to her that I relished.

I corresponded for a month with both women, being as open and honest about myself and my responses to their questions as I could be. They seemed to be doing likewise with the questions I posed to them. Quickly, I really got to know the two women on a much deeper level than I thought possible through e-mails. There was little about our lives that we didn’t talk about.

As bayrampaşa escort I corresponded with the two beautiful women, I also studied immigration, green card, and citizenship requirements. They were tougher than I thought. I told each that if I selected her she’d travel to the U.S. on a normal travel or vacation visa, good for 90 days. If we decided we really liked each other during that time, we’d get married and immediately start to work on the green card and extended or family visa. There was always a chance she’d have to leave the country after our wedding until the paperwork cleared all the hurdles.

I arbitrarily set June 1 as the date I had to decide which woman I would marry. If it were a toss-up at that point, I’d wait two more weeks and then decide. Time passed and I ended up in the middle of June, facing the rather complex decision yet again. I sat at my computer with the selection web page in front of me. I stared at photos I’d printed of the two women and re-read every piece of correspondence. I remained undecided – they were each beautiful, smart, talented, and desirable in their own unique way.

I recalled stories of mail-order brides I’d read about from the 1800s or early 1900s where the marriages proved loving and stable for lifetimes. I recalled that in some societies, for instance in India, marriages are arranged; a couple may never even meet until their wedding day, yet many marriages end up happy and rewarding. That was what I wanted.

I clicked one box and then the other – alternating between the two women. Back and forth. I played ‘eeny, meny, miny, moe’ trying to decide. I did the one-potato-two-potato’ game. I made lists on a pad beside my computer. But when I chose one, I’d feel bad about now choosing the other, so I’d try some other scheme. Somehow I knew another two weeks or month would leave me in the same predicament.

In the end, I decided to close my eyes and click wildly across the web page containing the selection, letting the fates decide the issue for me. I even put a paper bag over my head so I wouldn’t be tempted to peek. I then clicked the mouse wildly for a couple of minutes, moving it in random jerks and jogs around on the mouse pad.

When I looked a minute later to see if anything had happened, I found I’d not only made a selection, I’d also agreed to forward $2,000 to the matchmaking company so that they could pay the airfare for the winner from Moscow to Tampa, the large airport nearest to me. To my surprise, the screen had changed and I didn’t know whom I had selected. The closing web page told me I would be contacted shortly with arrival information, and suggested that would be in two to four weeks so the woman I selected would have time to arrange her affairs and say goodbye to her family.

The next day, Sunday, I didn’t have to work; yet I was full of nervous energy. I went and looked at houses, figuring that the modest condominium I’d lived in for ten years would be unsuitable for my soon to be bride. I liked the third place I looked at: a four bedroom, four bath home with pool that nestled next to a pond on a picturesque golf course. I bought it on the spot. I’d never spent so much on an impulse purchase.

The following week, I took several evenings off from my freelance work to complete buying the house and also to purchase some furniture for it, including a king-size bed. Suddenly, I was glad for all the extra hours I’d put in since I’d graduated college. I could afford the house, got a great mortgage rate, and bought much of the furniture we’d need without pain. The next weekend I moved into the house with the help of Bruce and a couple of other friends. The place would need a woman’s touch, particularly with the decorating, but it was more than adequate after I’d unpacked some of the things I’d saved as well as some significant donations from my parents and brother. Over the phone they’d communicated their pleasure with my decision to find female companionship, even if it was through an Internet dating site.

While all that went on, I was left with a dilemma. I didn’t know which woman I’d selected. I didn’t know what kind of e-mails to send to either Svetlana or Elena. Both of them had sent me e-mails expressing some excitement about my coming decision time and talking about immigration, but since I’d done my selection neither of them indicated they’d heard anything from the matchmaking company. I decided to remain equally vague and uncommunicative about having ‘decided’ until I knew the outcome of my selection and one of them was in my arms.

*

Three weeks later, I stood in the arrivals area outside Tampa’s airport security with a bouquet of flowers. There were others standing around to greet deplaning passengers too, but I bet I was the only one that wasn’t sure who they were meeting – and who had an expectation of marrying the mystery passenger. The e-mail from the matchmaking company only gave me the flight number and date that I was to meet. It gaziosmanpaşa escort was a Saturday afternoon and I had decided to take the following week off work in order to spend time with my new ‘fiancée;’ this was the first vacation I’d taken since I’d started work there fourteen years earlier. I didn’t want my girlfriend – a term I’d have to adapt to over time – to feel lonely or, on the other hand, to feel preyed upon.

In my pocket I carried pictures of both Svetlana and Elena; I didn’t want the embarrassment of missing them if they walked right by me. I figured I’d hide both away after I saw my new ‘mate’ walking down the concourse towards where I stood just outside the security gate. My own uncertainty led me to look at the photos every few minutes, as though to ensure their images were emblazoned on my mind.

The plane landed, and a few minutes later I watched the sudden stream of passengers surge from the arrival gates towards where I stood.

I saw her. I felt that uncertainty I worried about at first, but then as she turned and started walking towards me I was certain. Elena. My heart throbbed with love – the fates had decided my future wife. She was dressed sharply, and even in the distance I could see other male heads turn to admire her. I hoped I’d be up to the task of being boyfriend, lover, companion, and husband.

But then, a shock wave swept over me. My blood ran cold. I thought about running – fleeing an impending doom, an impossible situation, an Armageddon of my own making. I dropped the flowers without even feeling them missing from my hands.

Fifty feet behind Elena strolled Svetlana.

Svetlana was looking into her pocketbook and then at a small photograph. A photograph of me, I presumed. I quickly checked the two photos I carried to be sure. There was no doubt, particularly as they got closer to where I stood. I felt faint. Neither woman seemed aware of the other.

Elena saw me and started running, even with the heavy shoulder bag she carried. As she got to where I stood she rushed into my arms and kissed me. I was speechless, but returned her kiss in an abrupt and automatic way. She kept saying my name as she kissed me: “Jonathan. Jonathan. Jonathan.”

I moved her to arms length about the time Svetlana reached us. By now she had found me, her brain matching the flat two-dimension photograph with my real image – an image I’m sure that looked ashen and in shock. The look on her face appeared to be somewhere between puzzlement and irritation. “Jonathan?” She asked hesitantly coming to a stop beside us. She asked and I nodded slowly, but she already knew the answer.

I nodded numbly. Elena looked at Svetlana and also looked puzzled.

“I am Svetlana … but who is this?” She looked Elena up and down with curiosity – or perhaps it was distain. Her Russian accent was unmistakable.

Elena answered in Russian. I listened carefully enough to understand that she said her name and gave the suburb of Moscow where she lived. A further chatter of Russian took place with rising voices between the two.

People started to turn and look at us. We were creating a scene.

Finally, I broke into the conversation. “Please, both of you come with me. I’ll explain, or at least I think I will. Let’s not make a scene here. Please. Please come with me.”

With the two women giving cold shoulders to each other, I picked up some of their hand luggage and they followed me to the luggage claim area. Both had cleared customs and immigration in New York. The flowera I bought were trampled by the other passengers as they surged into the terminal.

Amidst an eerie silence, we collected two enormous suitcases, piled them on a cart with the hand luggage, and I led them to my car. Somehow we got the pile of luggage in the back of my car, and I drove out of the airport garage.

The forty-five minute drive to my new home was an exercise in anxiety, stomach acid, and mental torture. We barely talked. Each of us appeared alone in their thoughts, trying to absorb the emerging situation or trying to piece together what happened. Once or twice, I weakly pointed out something tourists might like: Tampa bay, the Sunshine Skyway bridge, the Gulf of Mexico, and then the entrance to my neighborhood. All they did was nod. Out of fear, I didn’t mention my indecision and how I’d ended with both of them. I thought about how I’d explain to them, and then what we’d do next.

Finally, we got to my new neighborhood and my new street. “This is my house. I just bought it two weeks ago,” I told them as I pulled into the driveway and stopped. Both nodded with some degree of acceptance. “Please come in. This is awkward, but think of this place as yours.” I shuffled all the bags into the entry foyer, grateful for the physical activity.

I briefly gave them a tour of the house, pointing out where each of the major living areas was: bedrooms, kitchen, living room, pool and so forth. We ended standing in the living esenler escort room.

Svetlana broke the silence we’d endured for the hour. “Mr. Jonathan, why are there two of us here? You need to explain, if there is an explanation.” She stood in one doorway to my living room, her arms crossed and a peeved expression on her pretty face.

Elena stood in the other archway. She shook her long jet-black hair out of the bun she’d had it in; the locks cascaded down her back in a sexy move as she tossed her head. She added, “Yes, I’d like to know that also. Why did you ask two of us to come to America – to become your wife?”

I gestured for them each to sit and they did – about as far from one another as they could be yet remain in the same room. I’d had an hour to think about what I’d say to the two of them, how I would explain my indecision and crazy selection process. My ideas at where to go from here, however, remained elusive; I had no notion of what to do next.

I started slowly and recounted my tale of why I went to that website; why I went online, how I’d narrowed the selection to the two of them, and then my indecision over the weeks I’d allotted. I told about my crazy scheme of selecting what I thought was one of them, trusting in fate, and then discovering that I didn’t know whom I’d chosen. I mentioned sending $2,000 to the matchmaking company.

Both said in unison, “I got a $1,000 for my travel.” At least I knew I’d funded both their trips so they weren’t out the travel cost.

I went on, “I really thought the fates – the gods – the angels – or whatever you choose, didn’t want me to know whom I’d selected until you arrived and I met you at the airport. I’ve been excited these weeks, but without a clue from either of you or the company as to whom I selected.” I paused and added, “I filled my time buying this house and some furnishings to add to what I had. But, now I don’t know what to do.”

Elena asked in a rather calm tone, “If you had to pick now, who would you choose?”

I looked blankly at her, and then Svetlana. After a minute I said flatly, “I can’t decide.”

Svetlana rattled off a stream of Russian towards Elena; I detected a tone of sarcasm. Elena laughed, no doubt at my expense. A fairly rapid but polite conversation in Russian then took place between the two of them. I didn’t understand a word of it.

Svetlana finally said, “Jonathan, why don’t you get us all a glass of wine. Make yourself scarce for a few minutes while we talk.”

I nodded and left the room; a rapid chatter between the two of them filled the living room – in Russian.

When I returned a few minutes later, Elena and Svetlana were seated next to each other on the sofa. Now they gestured to one of the chairs. I served us each a glass of wine, some light hors d’oeuvres, and sat. I noted they at least looked civil towards one another. There was even an occasional smile.

Svetlana started, “Jonathan, while there are many things we could say about your indecision, we both admit you have good taste.” They both laughed at the self-congratulatory remark. She went on with a smile, fortunately, “Ultimately, you will need to make up your mind, so we have a proposition for you.”

Elena then spoke: “Writing and e-mails and sending photographs are not adequate to get to know someone at a really deep level. We all seem to agree on this point.” She looked at Svetlana, who nodded her agreement. “Thus, we propose to live with you – if that’s all right with you – and over the coming days or weeks we expect you will find one or the other of us a favorite and be able to make a decision. When you decide, one of us will leave. We will part friends, but with perhaps some major disappointment.”

I nodded my comprehension of their proposal, trying to weigh the pros and cons. Compared to the alternative of them both walking away in anger, it seemed a good idea. I felt I could get to know the two of them over a week or so and then make a decision.

Svetlana picked up the conversation, “We have a few things to work out. Where we sleep, how we each contribute to the life in this unusual situation.” She paused and added, “However, right now, I am so tired from traveling I need some sleep so I can think straight. I couldn’t sleep on the plane – the excitement of coming here and all. We’ll talk more later – or tomorrow. If it is all right with you two, I shall claim the pink bedroom for now.” She looked to Elena for disagreement, but finding none she stood, claimed her huge suitcase, and lugged the valise into the nearest bedroom and shut the door.

Elena and I watched her depart. She said, “She looks very tired; I slept on the plane.” She surveyed the hors d’oeuvres, and said with a smile, “I need some real nourishment. Do you have anything worth eating here – besides the cheese and crackers?” She stood and headed to my kitchen. I followed, suddenly aware of my terrible eating habits.

A half hour later a pizza was delivered to my door. Elena and I ate on the back patio watching a breath taking Florida sunset over the lake and the fairway for the fourteenth hole. We talked, amidst my bemoaning the terrible situation I had created for her and Svetlana. She told me to relax and live in the present – to just accept the new situation and live life from this point forward. As the minutes ticked by, I relaxed more and more from the tension I carried.

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Richard’s Rules –

(Beach Weekend 1955)

In his excellent series “The Proper Rules for Strip Poker” PaulSandarac mentions that some of the story participant’s parents also played. Strip poker has been around for many years so THEIR parents may have played also, as seen in this story set in 1955. The 1950’s weren’t all ‘Leave it to Beaver” or “Father Knows Best,” although some may think things were a little tame by today’s standards. In this chapter the girls learn about Richard’s Rules and decide to put them to the test. They gather to decide his fate for the weekend, and a strip poker game gets things started. The action promises to heat up as the weekend progresses in succeeding chapters.

Chapter 1 – Friday

Richard Shepard and fraternity brothers Joel, Eddie and Frank, sat around a table in the Alpha Delta fraternity house. “Okay,” Richard said “So I’ll gas up the car and make sure it’s ready for the trip. Joel, you check out the camping equipment from the P. E. department. Eddie and Frank, you are in charge of making sure we have food and coolers. If we run low on money we’ll need something to keep us from starving before we get back. I’ll maybe pick up a six-pack or two for camp, although I think we’ll be spending most of our time checking out the bars. Let’s meet tomorrow at about eleven. That will get you through that math quiz, won’t it Frank?’

“Yeah. Professor Walters knows everyone wants to leave, so he made sure to schedule a quiz tomorrow morning.”

“Typical for him. As soon as you can get here we’ll leave. If you pack your stuff tonight I’ll have it loaded in the trunk and you can just throw your books in your room and go. It’s a shame he’s like that, especially since this is the last weekend we will all be free before exams. Man, I need a break!”

“Me too!” echoed Eddie.

Frank looked up at the sunny sky. “The weather is great, too. Sometimes in early May it can get cold, but we hit it right this time. I read in the paper that at the beach it will be warm enough for swimming, but might get a little cool at night.”

Joel rubbed his hands together. “Cool evenings. Just right for snuggling up to a warm girl.”

Eddie playfully punched him on the shoulder and laughed “Man, that’s all you think about!”

“Can you think of anything better?”

***

At five minutes to eleven on Friday morning the four gathered around Richard’s red 1951 Oldsmobile convertible. Richard, standing about five-foot eight was of average build with short sandy hair. Frank was muscular and athletic, but short, standing only five-four, and sporting a crew cut in his brown hair. He was captain of the Western State University baseball team and played center field. Eddie was just shy of five-ten, built like a body builder, with bulging muscles and short blond hair neatly combed back and to the side. Joel, standing just shy of six feet, was of slender build and sported slicked back black hair with a single curl hanging down over his forehead.

Within minutes the last cooler of food and the all-important beverages were loaded into the trunk along with the camping supplies loaded in the night before. Shortly they were on their way with the top down, ready to cruise, and confident that they would easily find a campground along the beach close to the bars and nightlife where they intended to spend most of their time. A quick stop for a lunch of hot dogs washed down with root beer in frosty mugs at an A & W stand made the final two hours to the beach seem to go by faster.

In fact, they found most campgrounds near the beach were hesitant to take what they assumed to be a group of rowdy college students. Those campgrounds all tended to cater to families, and brushed the group off with “You know, we close the gates at ten. You boys will probably be more comfortable up the beach a ways.” The group eventually found a spot about ten miles away from the place at the beach where they intended to spend the most time – a bustling strip with a boardwalk, bars, live music, miniature golf and, most importantly, girls.

After hastily setting up the tent and organizing the rest of the equipment and food, there were still a few hours of daylight left and they changed into bathing trunks, grabbed a couple of beers each, and headed for the beach. Since it was yet spring the water was still cold, but it felt good to whoop it up and let off some steam. After drying off they tossed their towels into the car, pulled on polo shirts, slipped into loafers (no socks), stuffed wallets into the small pockets on their bathing trunks, and headed off to the bars to drink beer and check out the music scene, and just maybe some girls, too.

The group picked up some more cold ones and strolled around. Joel, with his ‘girl radar’ soon spotted a group of girls heading for the parking lot to leave. The three others watched in amusement as he rushed over to try out one of his famous pickup lines, and laughed as he was obviously rebuffed.

“Well, I tried.” He shrugged as he returned to the group. “One of them let it slip taksim escort that they’re going to come back tonight, though. They’re really cute. If I see them later I’ll try again.”

Frank laughed “You need to change tactics, man. Those pickup lines don’t work.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. They work sometimes.”

“Do like Richard does.”

“What? Those silly rules? No way. I want action. I don’t want to play around.”

Richard shook his head. “Joel, respect will get you more than pickup lines will.”

“Maybe for you. I know the girls are all over you at school, but they know you there. You have a reputation. Here everyone has a clean slate. Tell you what. You do your ‘respect’ thing and I’ll stick to my method. We’ll see who scores.”

“It’s not about scoring, man. Jeez. Make a connection. Let the girl lead you to what she is ready for and wants to do. You’ll both enjoy it more.”

“It’s all about what I want to do, and for me that is scoring.”

Richard slowly shook his head.

As dusk settled they picked up some corn dogs, fries and more cold beer, which they consumed as they checked out the music scene at various bars. Music spilled out of the open doors of a number of the bars, and they discussed which bands they would like to go hear. Joel and Eddie liked the band playing that newest rock-and-roll stuff, Frank thought the band in another bar had a cute girl singer with a backup playing Les Paul tunes, and Richard wanted to dance to the music in another, so they decided to split up and keep an eye out for the others during the evening. If they didn’t see each other before, they agreed to meet at the car at 10:00 to decide on a plan for the rest of the evening.

After they split up, Richard went to the bar with the swinging band he wanted to hear. He knew he would have to drive back to the campsite, so only ordered a couple more beers before switching to soft drinks. During the set he danced with a girl named Betty who had long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, bangs cut just above her eyebrows, a cute turned-up nose and a flawless olive skin tone that looked natural rather than a tan. The bar floor had a thin layer of sand that had been tracked in from the beach, but that only made the turns and spins of the jitterbug easier. When the band announced a thirty minute break, Betty said she was meeting some friends. “But hey, maybe we’ll see each other and dance again tomorrow.”

“I’d like that. You’re a good dancer.”

Betty tossed him a smile over her shoulder, a smile bookended by the cutest dimples he had ever seen. He then went outside and found an area out of the bright lights with some picnic tables and sat by himself to cool off and relax and enjoy the salt air along with the sights and sounds of the beach scene at night. Between the buildings he could just glimpse the ocean. Laughter from the miniature golf course nearby mixed with laughter and various types of music from the bars. The cries of gulls diminished as they settled down for the night.

In a few minutes a girl with striking long red hair sat down at the table next to his and bent over the table, resting her head on her arms.

“Can I get you something? Do you feel all right?”

She looked up. “I’m fine. I’m just a little tired. We’ve been here most of the day. Thanks for asking.”

She didn’t seem to be interested in talking anymore, so Richard turned and gazed out toward the beach beyond the bars again. Over the water he could just make out the moon rising.

“Oh, God. There he is again.”

Richard looked back at the girl, and followed her gaze. Joel was trying again with the group of girls from this afternoon. He noted with interest that Betty was one of them.

Richard sighed. “He’ll never learn.”

“What? Do you know him? He’s been pestering us all evening.”

“Joel isn’t a bad guy, but sometimes after he’s had a few beers he thinks he’s God’s gift to women. He’s got dozens of pickup lines, most of which are rather laughable.”

“Even I know they are pretty lame. So, you two go to school together or something?”

“We’re fraternity brothers at Western State. Actually there are four of us here. This is the last weekend we are all free to get together before exams next month. Are you with those other girls?”

“My sister and two others are in college. Our family owns a beach house nearby and Margaret wanted to use it this weekend with two friends. Mother wouldn’t let her unless she took me, too. Well, I didn’t want to spend the weekend with my sister and a bunch of girls I don’t know, so she let me bring one of my friends. We’re graduating from high school next month, so this weekend is sort of a double celebration for the two of us – a combination graduation and eighteenth birthday bash. By the way, I’m Lisa.”

“And I’m Richard. I’m sorry Joel has been pestering you. I’ll go over and get him to leave you alone. I know he can be a pain.”

“Nah, my sister will take care of it. She won’t take any crap off of beyoğlu escort a guy. She’s been playing him like a fish. Soon she’ll get tired of the game and give him the old heave-ho.”

She turned to size up Richard. “So you’re a frat rat. My sister is in a sorority and tells some wild tales about the frat guys – the keg parties, the panty raids and all. Is that all true, or is she embellishing things for my benefit?”

“I’m afraid a lot of it is true. A lot of brothers make perfect fools of themselves at the parties. I apologize in advance for their behavior.”

“What is a panty raid, anyway? When I ask Margaret she just rolls her eyes like I’m an idiot. I mean, I know what it sounds like, but I’m not sure that what I think about them really happens. Do guys just take them off of the girls? I wouldn’t like that.”

“Well, Western State is mostly guys, but there is a small girl’s college nearby. On occasion someone will yell ‘panty raid!’ and the next thing you know there is a stampede to the girl’s school. The guys gather outside one of the dorms, hootin’ and hollerin’. Girls lean out the windows and toss panties. It’s really funny if you watch the guys; it reminds me of a school of fish in a feeding frenzy. Some girls write their names and phone numbers on the waistband of the garment they toss. Occasionally one or more guys will manage to get in the building and eventually get chased out wearing a pair of panties on their heads, or some other foolishness.” Richard added with a chuckle “Some actually have a collection of panties from the panty raids.”

“So, how many do you have?”

“How many what?”

“Panties.”

Richard laughed outright. “None. Panty raids are definitely not my thing. I only tagged along and watched one once freshman year. It was hilarious.”

“That makes me feel a lot better about it. I was afraid guys would gang up on a girl and just you know…take them or something. Now tell me what really goes on at those keg parties. I want to know what to expect if I rush a sorority. I’m just not sure I should believe everything Margaret tells me. Sometimes I think she is just trying to scare me.”

“Well, the parties can be a lot of fun with dancing to live bands and you do get to meet a lot of people, most of them very nice, but there can be a lot of drinking, and then anything can happen. Some drunks have tried to see how many of them can cram into a phone booth or car, or some other crazy stunt. You might just as well be prepared for there to be some……well, sex. Sometimes people wake up the next morning in bed next to someone they don’t even remember from the night before because they were so drunk.”

“Margaret implied that such things go on. I don’t know if I am ready for that. I suppose you are going to tell me you don’t do that either?”

“Look, I don’t see the point of getting so smashed you can’t remember what happened. Why have sex like that? I know there are some guys who just try to get as many girls as possible to go to bed with them, and drunk girls are an easy mark for them. It’s like they keep score, or add another notch on their belt and they brag about it.”

“But you don’t do that?”

“First of all, I think that whatever goes on between two people is just between them – it’s nobody else’s business, so I never tell what goes on between me and a girl. If the girl wants to tell her friends, she’s free to do so, but I won’t be the one to break her trust. Second, I will tell you this – I don’t believe in just ‘having sex’. I think any intimate experience should be based on intentional mutual pleasure rather than a mere mechanical act. I can’t tell you how ticked off I get listening to guys brag, knowing the girl was totally forgotten. Sometimes they can’t even remember her name. Third, I think that guys don’t pay enough attention to what pleases the girl they’re with. They are just interested in themselves. They don’t realize that they don’t even have to take their pants off to please a girl.”

“So you’re different from the others? Is that what makes you so special?”

“I’m not saying I’m special. I just have rules that I live by when it comes to dating.”

Lisa laughed “Dating rules. Now I’ve heard everything. Enlighten me about these so-called rules.”

“Well, I have two hard and fast rules. First is that words such as ‘no’, ‘stop’ and ‘don’t’ mean exactly that. When one party utters any of those words whatever is going on ceases. Second is that nobody has to do anything they are not comfortable with. I don’t believe in forcing or trying to sweet talk anyone into doing anything they don’t want to do. There has to be trust between the two partners that nobody is going to get hurt. It makes for a more pleasurable experience all around, and lets the girl know that the guy is really interested in her pleasure, not just his own. If she’s ready for sex and wants it why shouldn’t it be pleasurable for her as well as the guy?”

There was a moment of silence as Lisa nodded. “Margaret says, like cihangir escort you said, that girls do end up in bed at the frat house and tells me that sometimes they don’t even remember having sex.”

“Yeah. Look, with all the drinking going on, keg parties are not the best places to have intimate experiences.”

“Oh? Where, then?”

“Almost anywhere else,” Richard laughed.

“Even here?”

Richard looked around. “Certainly, if that’s what the couple wants.”

“Let me get this straight. You say it is possible to have intimate experiences anywhere, with a guy pleasing a girl while keeping his pants on, and stopping whenever she wants to stop?”

“Well, yeah, that pretty much sums it up in a nutshell.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Mister Smarty, if what you say is true it should work right here, right now.”

“You? Me?”

“I don’t see anyone else around.”

“You are quite an unusual young lady.”

Lisa crossed her arms. “Okay. Quit stalling. Prove yourself or I’m going to go over and get my sister to come over here and knock your block off. I’m betting this is all an elaborate story, a snow job. Well, it’s time to back up your words with action. Please me, like you say you can do – with your pants on.”

Richard drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he studied her and considered. Despite her young age and obvious inexperience there was something to be said about her audacity and sassiness.

“Ordinarily in this situation I would invoke rule number two and say that such a thing would make me uncomfortable, and if your sister came over and belted me – oh, well. I’ve been hit before, although usually by later boyfriends who don’t like their girl demanding they follow the Rules. But you aren’t talking about actual sex so I might just do it to prove my point.” He paused and studied her again to judge her seriousness. Her narrowed eyes and set jaw told him all he needed to know. “All right, if you’re really serious. Given where we are, though, I think I will need something from my car.”

“Hah! I knew it. An excuse to run away. Coward.”

“Want to come with me to get it? I wouldn’t want you to think I was skipping out on you.”

Lisa followed Richard to the car parked with the top still down. He reached into the back seat and retrieved a large beach towel, and motioned for her to return to the picnic table area. While they walked Richard sized her up some more, taken by how short she was – she barely came up to his shoulders. She wore a sleeveless shirt that was probably white or some other very light color and Bermuda shorts that appeared to be blue with a pale plaid pattern. It was hard to tell colors in the dim outdoor lighting. Her red hair was straight and hung below her shoulders.

“Would you mind if we went over to that table over there?” He pointed toward the table farthest away from the crowds and the lights, one with dense shrubbery behind it.

Lisa nodded agreement and they sat on the bench nearest the bushes, with the table between them and the others. “Okay, what’s the towel for?”

“A little privacy.” He spread the large beach towel out on the table such that it draped off the side where they were to sit, reaching almost to the ground. “Now no one can see what is going on below the level of the table. Come sit with me. Sit facing the same way I do and just sort of lean back against me.”

He straddled the bench, and she did likewise, scooted back as far as she could against him and leaned back against his chest. “Like this?”

“Yeah. Look, you don’t have to do this. Rule number two.”

“Oh, no. You made some claims that I find hard to believe. I want to know what the real deal is with you.”

“Okay. Understand that you can stop me at any time, and your friends are not far away, so if you call out they can come right over here and, as you say, knock my block off. I hope that makes you feel safe.”

“Understood.”

“Close your eyes. Concentrate on what you feel.”

Richard leaned forward so his face was over her head, and wrapped his arms around her. “Do you know the first thing I noticed about you? Your hair. It kind of glowed in the light. Now I can tell that it’s soft, too.”

Richard gently stroked her hair and her arms and continued to speak to her softly as he felt her body gradually relax. She sighed with pleasure when he caressed her face. Eventually, he reached down and caressed one knee and the exposed leg below her shorts, and her legs tensed, but the tension eased as he took his time, moving slowly and gently up her leg, pushing the leg of her shorts up as he went, as far as the shorts would move, all the time talking to her, whispering low in her ear. She shifted her leg position so the shorts could slide up a bit higher, about halfway up her leg above her knee. Richard took that as a ‘go ahead’ signal. His other hand moved from her hair and face to her lap and upward until he felt her navel, around which he traced circles through her shirt. From her navel, his hand massaged slowly upward until he reached the bottom of her bra, and stopped.

He lifted the hand from her leg to resume caressing her face, and let his fingers play over her eyes, nose, and mouth. He softly kissed the top of her head, then the side of her head, her ear, cheek, and, finally her neck, which caused a little shiver to run through her.

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otobus macerasi 1

Merhaba benim adım Duygu, İstanbul da yaşıyorum ve Maslakta bir alış-veriş mağazasında satış sorumlusu olarak çalışıyorum. 23 yaşında 1.70 boyunda ideal denebilecek ölçülerde bir bayanım. Siyah dalgalı saçlarım ve yemyeşil gözlerim var. Çevremdeki insanlar çok güzel olduğumu düşünsede, bu güzelliğimi kullanıp çok fazla erkek arkadaş edinemedim. Bu güne kadar sadece iki erkek arkadaşım oldu ve ilk cinsel deneyimimi ikinci erkek arkadaşımla yaşadım. Şu anda hala onunla beraberim
ve onun benim bu yaşadığım olaydan haberi yok.

Dediğim gibi Maslakta çalışıyorum ve evim iş yerime bir hayli uzak, yaklaşık bir saatlik bir otobüs yolculuğuyla işe gidip geliyorum. Otobüs kullanmamın sebebi iş yerinin servislerinin benim oturduğum yere gitmemesi. Çalıştığım yerde bayan reyonunda görevli olduğumdan giyimime diğer çalışanlara oranla daha fazla dikkat etmem gerekiyordu. Genelde mini etek giyiyordum, tabi kış ayları hariç. O gün üzerime siyah mini eteğimi, siyah bluzumu ve onları tamamlayan siyah klasik kesim ceketimi giymiştim. Altıma çorap giymemiş ayakkabı olarak ta yine siyah diz altına kadar uzanan deri çizmelerimi giymiştim. Bu kıyafetle tam bir iş kadınına benzemiştim. Yine her zaman olduğu gibi işe gittim ve o sıkıcı günlerden birini geçirdim. Saat 6 gibi işten çıktım ve otobüs durağına gidip beklemeye başladım. Eğer trafik çok sıkışık değilse otobüsüm genelde 6:30 gibi geliyordu, yani yaklaşık yarım saat kadar bekleyecektim. Hava kararmaya başlamıştı ve hafif hafif yağmur yağıyordu. Akşam saatleri olmasına rağmen hava sıcaktı. Ben dalmış, gelip geçen arabaları seyrederken yarım saat süren bu sıkıcı beklemem sona ermiş ve otobüsüm gelmişti. Benimle birlikte aynı otobüse binmeyi bekleyen bir kadın ik**e adam vardı. Hep beraber otobüse doğru yürümeye başladık. İlk önce diğer kadınla ben binecektik otobüse, ikimiz yan yana duruyorduk ve ben ona yol verdim. Kadın ikinci basamağa adım attığında kalçamın sağ tarafında bir şey hissettim. Hemen başımı çevirip baktım, birde ne göreyim kadının çantası eteğime takılmış ve kadın basamakları çıktıkça eteğimde yukarı belime doğru kalkıyor. Ani bir hamleyle kadının çantasını tuttum ve eteğimin daha fazla kalkmasını engelledim. Ama biraz geç kalmıştım, eteğim çoktan belime kadar gelmiş ve kalçalarım açılmıştı. Altıma giydiğim beyaz iç çamaşırım arkamdaki iki adamın gözleri önündeydi. Önümdeki kadının şaşkın bakışları arasında eteğimi çantasından kurtardım ve hemen düzelttim. Arkama bakamıyordum, çünkü çok utanıyordum. Hemen otobüse bindim. Akbili bastıktan sonra hemen uzaklaşmak istiyordum ve otobüsün en arkasına doğru ilerlemeye başladım. Bindiğim otobüs şu uzun körüklü otobüslerdendi. Bilenler bilir bu otobüslerin en arkasında koltuk yoktur. En arkaya geldim ve arka camın önündeki demire tutunup dışarı bakmaya başladım. O utançla oraya gelene kadar boş yer varmı yokmu fark edememiştim. Ama çok utangaç olduğumdan dönüp arkamı bakamıyordum çünkü o adamlarla göz göze gelebilirdim. Önümde yaklaşık bir saatlik bir yolculuk vardı ve bütün gün ayakta durmaktan çok yorulmuştum. Ne olursa olsun deyip arkamı dönüp baktım, benim gibi ayakta birkaç yolcu daha vardı yani hiç boş yer yoktu. Ama o iki adamı da göremedim, herhalde ön sıralarda boş yer bulup oraya oturmuşlardı. İçim rahatladı. Kendi kendime boş ver
deyip tekrar önüme döndüm ve dışarıyı izlemeye başladım.

Otobüs duraklarda durdukça içerisi bir hayli kalabalıklaşmaya başladı. Yağmurunda etkisiyle herkes otobüse doluşmaya başlamıştı. Otobüs iyice sıkış tepiş olmuştu ve anlaşılan bu yolculuk tam bir işkenceye dönüşecekti. Bunlar yetmezmiş gibi şansıma her tarafımda erkek vardı. Otobüsün en arkasında merdivenin hemen yanında duruyordum ve her tarafım sarılmış gibiydi. Konuşmalarından anladığım kadarıyla çevremde duran erkeklerin hepsi birbirini tanıyordu. Sayabildiğim kadarıyla 6 kişiydiler. Tahminim en büyüğü 24-25 yaşındaydı, yani aynı yaşlardaydık. Hepsinin çantaları vardı, herhalde antrenmandan yada spordan geliyorlardı. Hepsi yakışıklıydı, ama içlerinden biri gerçekten çok tatlıydı. O tam sağ arka çaprazımda duruyordu ve ben arasıra ona bakmak için sağa dönüyordum. Sonunda dayanamadım sağa dönerek yan durmaya başladım, böylece onu daha rahat görebilecektim. 1-2 dakika sonra onunda bana bakmaya başladığını fark ettim. İşkenceye dönüşeceğini düşündüğüm yolculuk hiç beklenmedik bir şekilde güzel geçmeye başlamıştı. 10 dakika kadar böyle geçtikten sonra istemsiz olarak kafamı başka bir yöne çevirdiğimde diğer oğlanları fark ettim. Neredeyse hepsi kaçamak bakışlarla bacaklarımı seyrediyorlardı. Bu beni çok rahatsız etti ve ne yapabilirim diye düşünmeye başladım. O an aklıma bir basamak aşağı inmek geldi, daha aşağıda olacağımdan bacaklarımı görmeleri daha zor olur ve belki vazgeçerler diye düşündüm. Ve hemen bir alt basamağa indim. İşe yaramıştı, bakışlar azalmıştı. Tekrar o oğlana dönüp baktığımda yanındaki iki arkadaşıyla fısıldaştığını gördüm ve hemen ardından arkadaşlarından izin isteyip yanıma geldi. Oda bir basamak aşağı inmiş ve tam yanımda duruyordu. Biraz utanmıştım ve hafifce ona arkamı döndüm. Heyecanlanmıştım, çünkü benimle konuşmak için geldiğini düşünüyordum. Tam o anda kalçamda bir şey hissettim ve irkildim. Oğlan hareketimi yanlış anlamış ve penisini kalçalarıma dayamıştı. Belk**e ben yanlış bir hareket yaptım, bilmiyorum. Oğlan penisini tam kalçalarımın arasına yerleştirmişti. Gerçekten şok olmuştum ve çok utanmıştım, ne yapacağımı bilmiyordum. Her tarafım erkeklerle sarılmıştı ve hepsi onun arkadaşlarıydı. Eğer bir şey yaparsam rezil olacağımı düşündüm ve bu kadar insanın içinde buna dayanamazdım, o yüzden katlanmaya karar verdim. Hava karanlık olduğu ve etrafım diğer arkadaşlarıyla çevrili olduğundan kimse beni göremiyordu, bende onlar dışında kimseyi göremiyordum. Arkamdaki oğlan artık sadece dayanmıyor yavaş yavaş hareket ediyordu. Utancımdan başımı çeviremiyordum, sadece dışarı bakıyordum. Diğer arkadaşlarının bizi izlediğini biliyordum. Bu işkence biran önce bitsin diye içimden dua ediyordum. Ama benim şansıma trafik dahada sıkışmış ve otobüs santim santim ilerlemeye başlamıştı. Ben aklımdan bunları geçirirken, oğlan birden iki elini kalçalarımın iki yanına koymuştu. Artık sadece dayanarak değil iki eliyle beni tutarak sürtünüyordu. Bu pozisyonda sanki oğlan beni becerir gibiydi. Arasıra bir elini hafif aşağı indirip çıplak bacaklarımı okşuyordu. Şu ana kadar hiçbir tepki vermemiş olmam onu dahada cesaretlendiriyor ve daha rahat hareket ediyordu. Artık iyice kıpkırmızı olmuştum. Otobüse binerken yaşadığım olaydan utanan ben şu anda 6 erkeğin arasında ne haldeydim. Oğlan arasıra hızlanıyor sonra tekrar yavaşlıyordu. Artık anlamıştım, oğlan boşalmadan bu sona ermeyecekti. Bunu kolaylaştırmak için bende kalçalarımı hareket ettirmeye başladım. Artık gözümü karartmıştım, bu biran önce bitsin istiyordum. Ama aynı zamanda korkuyordum da, çünkü arkamdaki oğlan işini bitirdikten sonra diğer arkadaşları onun yerine geçebilirdi. Kalçalarımı hareket ettirmem arkamdaki oğlanı iyice heyecanlandırmıştı, bunu nefes alış verişinden anlayabiliyordum. Bundan iyice cesaret alan oğlan sol elini yukarı doğru hareket ettirmeye başladı. Eteğimden sonra elini bluzumun içine soktu ve göğüslerime kadar çıktı. Yine büyük bir şok yaşıyordum. Daha ne kadar ileri gidebilir diye düşünmeye başladım. O ise tek eliyle sutyenimin üzerinden göğüslerimi okşuyordu. Elini yavaş yavaş sutyenimin içine sokmaya başladı. Artık göğüslerim onun avucunun içindeydi. Yavaş ve hassas bir şekilde onları okşuyordu. O an hafifce başımı arkaya çevirip diğer oğlanlara baktım. Hepsinin gözleri fal taşı gibi açılmış ve büyük bir zevkle bizi izliyorlardı. Tam o sırada arkamdaki oğlan elini hızlı bir şekilde bluzumdan çıkardı ve tekrar kalçama koydu. Aradan bir iki saniye geçmişti ki oğlan iki elini birden eteğimden aşağıya indirdi. Sonra yavaş yavaş iki eliyle eteğimi yukarı kaldırmaya başladı. Eteğimi belime kadar toplamıştı. Birden iki eliyle külotumu tuttu ve bir hamlede kalçalarımın altına kadar indirdi. Sonra tek eliyle iyice aşağıya doğru çekti. Külotumu tutabilmek için bacaklarımı birbirine kenetledim, ama biraz geç kalmıştım çünkü külotum çoktan ayak bileklerime kadar inmişti. Birden ayağımda bir el daha hissettim. Bu arkamdaki oğlan olamazdı çünkü o hala ayakta duruyordu. Arkadaşlarından biri eğilmiş ve ayak bileğime elini koymuştu. Ayak bileklerimden tutarak ayaklarımı teker teker havaya kaldırdı ve külotumu bacaklarımdan sıyırıp aldı. Eteğim belime kadar sıyrılmıştı ve altımda külot yoktu artık. Belimden aşağısı çıplak bir şekilde duruyordum artık oğlanın önünde. Çıldırmış olmalıydılar. Bir otobüsün içinde onlarca insanla beraberdik ve onlar külotumu çıkarıp almışlardı. Rezil olmuştum, çoğu yolcu beni görmüyordu ama çıplak kalçalarım 6 tane erkeğin önünde öylece duruyordu. Kim bilir benim hakkımda neler düşünüyorlardı. Bu iş nasıl sona erecek hiç bilmiyordum. Artık dönüşü olmayan bir yoldaydım, ne yaparlarsa yapsınlar katlanmak zorundaydım…….
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ve sikim kazık gibi olmaya başladı,işte herşey o gün başladi.O ana kadar küçük
kizkardeşime hiç o gözle bakmamıştım. Ben ve nalan her zaman iyi anlaşırdık,
onun bu hareketi benim ona karşı olan bütün düşüncelerimi değiştirdi.Artık günün
her anında onu düşünüyor ve onu delice sikmek istiyordum ama bir türlü bunları
ona söylemeye cesaret edemiyordum.Nasıl söyleyebilirdimki o benim küçük
kız kardeşimdi.

Kız kardeşim Nalan nişanlıydı nişanlısı Kenan adında, kendini beğenmiş, gıcık biriydi.
Bize geldiği zamanlar nalandan başkasını gözü görmezdi. Saatlarce bizde kalır, nalanın
odasından çıkmazdı. Bu duruma karşı çıktığım halde beni ciddiye bile alan olmazdı.
Nalan haftalık iznini onunla beraber geçirirken, eve akşam geç saatlerde dönerdi.
Aralarında dokuz yaş fark vardı. Kenanın babası inşaatçı olduğu için maddi durumları
oldukça iyi olduğundan çalışmadığı halde babası sayesinde krallar gibi yaşardı.Altında
son model lüx arabası vardı, ne bok yediği belli değildi. Mahalledeki herkes onun hakkında
içkisi,kumarı bitmez birde üstüne zamparalık yapar, ipe sapa gelmez biri diye bahsetmisti bana.
Ben bunları bizimkilere söylediğimde,sen büyüklerin işine karışma bakim diye beni
terslemişlerdi. Zihnimdeki acabalar gittikçe artarken, bütün bu düşünceler içimi kemiriyordu.

Daha önceki yıllarda ailece her yaz köye gider, birkaç ay tatil yapardık. Fakat o yaz,
nalan çalıştığı için zorunlu olarak ben de yanında kalmıştım. Babamla annem köye gideli
bir aydan fazla olmuştu. Nalan ile evde beraber kaldığımız süre içinde herhangi bir olumsuzluk
olmamıştı. Nalan sabah saat 9:00 gibi işe gidiyor, akşam 18:00 gibi dönüyordu. Son zamanlarda
geç kalsa da, kafama takmıyordum.

Daha önce ben nalanin eşofman giymesine karşı çıkarken, artık herhangi birşey demiyordum.
Doğrusu artik hoşuma bile gidiyordu. Eşofmana sığmayan, dolgun yuvarlak kalçalarının yanında,
giydiği külotun izi bile anlaşılıyordu. İlk zamanlar normal külotlardan giyerken, son zamanlar
tangaya merak salmıştı. Eşofmanın altındaki tanga, kalçalarını ikiye bölüyordu.
Sanki beni tahrik etmek ona ayrı bir zevk veriyordu bir kaç kez ona gizliden gizliye
bakarken elimle sikimi okşarken,sanki beni yakalamıştı , yanımda oldukça rahattı.
Nalana karşı hislerim acayip değişmeye başlamıştı.

Yazın çok sıcak olan evimiz geceleri uyku uyutmuyordu. Oda bunu doğruluyordu.
Sıcak nedeniyle uyuyamadığını, uykusuz yorgun halde işe gittiğini söylüyordu. Sabahları
kalkmakta zorluk çekiyordu. Kaldırmam için yardım istemişti. Bir sabah uyandırmak için,
odasına girdiğimde inanılmaz bir manzarayla karşılaşmıştım. Nalan, yüzü koyun uzanmış,
külot sütyen yatıyordu. Külot dedimse bu normal bir külot değildi, tangaydı. Giydiği tanga
kalçaların arasında kaybolmuştu. Sadece üst kısmı görünüyordu. Yastığa sarılmış,
kalçalarını da geriye doğru çıkarmıştı. Bembeyaz teni inanılmaz güzeldi. Sütbeyaz kalçalar
kabak gibi parlıyordu. Bu görüntü beni mahvetmişti. Manzara karşısında dayanamayıp
doğruca banyoya koşup otuzbir çekmeye başladim o manzarayla müthiş bir orgazm
yaşayarak boşaldım.

O günden sonra Nalana bakışlarım dahada değişmişti. İzin günleri geç saatlere kadar
nişanlısıyla beraberdi. Kendisine, nişanlısından hoşlanmadığımı, o mendeburdan herşey
beklenebileceğini söylerken, dikkatli olması için tembihliyordum.Nalanı bu adi heriften acayip
kıskanıyordum,Benim narin kardeşimi hiç ama hiç hakketmiyordu. Nalan söylediklerimin
ne anlama geldiğini çok iyi biliyordu. Bana, “Merak etme abicim, bu konuda bana sonuna
kadar güvenebilirsin!” diyordu ve ben de ona güveniyordum. Kendisine güvendiğim için de
üzerine gitmiyordum. Daha sonraki günler her konularda daha samimi olmuştuk.

Bir akşam eve gelirken 6 şişe bira getirmiştim. Babamlar evde olmadığından içmemde
bir sakınca yoktu. Kardesim bu konuda ağzını bile açmamıştı. Ona, “Sen de içsene kız!” dedim.
Nalan , “Töbee töbee, delimisin sen yaa!” diyor, içmek istemiyordu. Ben de, “İç şunu kız, birşey olmaz!”
diyerek ısrarımı sürdürüyordum. Sonunda, “İçerim, ama sarhoş olursam sorumlusu sensin!”
Şimdiye kadar hiç alkol içmedim biliyosun kim bilir neler yaparım neler… dedi ve hınzırca güldü..
Hem müzik dinliyor hemde içiyorduk.Keyfime diyecek yoktu.

Nalan ikinci bira şişesini bitirdiğinde, kelimeler ağzında yuvarlanıyordu, gözleri kaymış,
ne dediğini bilmez haldeydi. , “Başım dönüyooor, ben şimdi sarhoş mu olduummmm?”
derken kahkalara boğuluyordu. Ben alışkın olduğum için, bir iki bira, beni etkilemiyordu..
Ben kendimi konrol ederken, kardeşim kendini kaybetmeye başlamıştı. Nışanlısıyla ilişkisinin
ne düzeyde olduğunu öğrenmek istiyordum. Ben sordukça, yarım yamalak anlatmaya çalışıyordu.
Anlattığına göre, öpüşme ve ellemelerin dışında henüz ilişki yaşamamışlardı. Nışanlısı daha
fazlasını isterken, kendisinin buna izin vermediğini söylüyordu ve eğer izin versem oooo diye
eliyle pompalama işareti yaparak farkında olmadan istemsizce eliyle amını avuçluyordu,
buda beni iyice azdırıyordu.

Vakit ilerledikçe Nalan kendinden geçiyor, sarhoş oluyordu. Daha fazla dayanamadı ve koltuğa uzandı.
Kısa bir süre sonra da sızdı ve uykuya daldı. Öyle tatlı, öyle güzeldi ki, bakmaya doyamıyordum.
Sırtüstü yattığı için, badinin içine sıkışan göğüsleri pramit gibi duruyordu. Birkaç kez, “Nalan !
Nalan !” diye seslendiğim halde, ölü gibi yatıyordu. Cesaretimi toplayıp yanına yaklaştım.
Dizlerimin üzerine çömelerek birkaç kez dürttüm. Kıpırdadığında, bir bacağı koltuktan kayarak
yere değdi. O anki görüntüsü dayanılır gibi değildi. Açılan bacakları amını da ortaya çıkarmıştı.
Eşofmanın içindeki am, ortadan ikiye bölünmüş gibiydi. Şişkin yuvarlak amı, beni inanılmaz
heyecanlandırmıştı. Zaten kalkmış olan yarrağım, bu görüntü karşısında zonklamaya başlamıştı.
Başımı bacaklarının arasını sokup, eşofmanın üzerinden amını koklamaya başladım.
Amını koklarken, neredeyse boşalacaktım. İnanılmazdı ve harika kokuyordu. Dokunmak istiyordum,
ama cesaret edip amına dokunamıyordum. Bendeki istek ve arzu büyüdükçe, kendimi frenliyemiyordum.

Sonunda tüm cesaretimi toplayıp ne olacaksa olsun düşüncesiyle, eşofmanın üzerinden
amına dokundum. O an zevkten elim ayağım boşalmıştı. Amının girinti ve çıkıntılarını parmaklarımla
yoklarken, şeklini şemalini öğrenmeye çalışıyordum. Eşofmanı inceydi ve ellemesi daha kolay oluyordu.
Amını görmek için eşofmanı araladım. Minik külotu, amının kıllarını bile kapatmıyordu.
Giydiği külot tanga olunca bu görüntü kaçınılmazdı. Amının üst kısmına bakarken daha
fazlasını görmek istiyordum. Bunun için eşofmanını çıkarmam gerekiyordu. Salonda çıkaracak olsam,
uyandığında söyleyecek kelime bulamazdım. Dürtükleyerek, Kalk kız burda uyuma,
yatağına git yat!” diye seslendiğimde, sadece anlamadığım birşeyler mırıldandı, hepsi o kadar.

Koltuk altlarından tutarak ayağa kaldırdım. Kucaklayıp odasına taşıdıktan sonra,
yatağın üzerine sırtüstü bıraktım. Işığı açıp ayak dibine oturdum. Derin bir nefes alarak,
eşofmanın lastikli yerinden tuttum, bacaklarından yavaş yavaş sıyırarak ayak uçlarından çıkardım.
Şimdi üzerinde sadece siyah tangası kalmıştı. Amını bile kapatmayan bu küçük bez
parçasını indirirken kalbim duracak gibiydi. Sonunda onu da çıkardım. Daha iyi görmek için
bacaklarını dizinden kırarak yanlara doğru açtım. Şimdi amı tamamen ortaya çıkmıştı.

Karşımda mükemmel bir manzara vardı. Uzun kılların arasındaki yarık boydan boya uzanıyordu.
Amının dudakları, sağlı sollu ağız kısmını kapatıyordu. Klitorisi ise küçük, ama diriydi.
İncelemeye devam ederken, yarrağım kalkmış zonkluyordu. Çıplak kalçaları, kocaman görünüyordu.
Daha sonra, ayak bileklerinden tutup bacaklarını yukarı ve yanlara doğru açtım.
Kalçaları kabak gibi ortaya çıkmıştı şimdi. Siyah kıllarla çevrili götdeliğinin varlığı anlaşılmıyordu bile.
Amının sıcaklığı yüzüme vururken, sanki sidik kokuyordu. Burnuma vuran bu koku, en kaliteli
parfümden bile daha etkiliydi. Tüm cesareti toplayıp dilimi amına değdirdim, sonra da yavaş yavaş
yalamaya başladım.

Tuzlu bir tadı vardı. Tuzlu olmasına rağmen hoşuma gitmişti.Uyanma ihtimali vardı.
Daha dikkatlı olmam gerektiğini düşündüm. Kafamdaki düşünce nedeniyle bacaklarını
yavaş yavaş bıraktım. Bu görüntüyü ölümsüzleştirmem lazımdı. Bir daha böyle bir fırsat
yakalayamayabilirdim. Gittim salondan telefonumu aldım geldim. Amını ve götünü
en ince ayrıntısına kadar çekip telefonuma kaydettim. İlerki günlerde 31 çekmemem için
harika bir yatırımdı.

O ana kadar, boşalmamak için kendimi zor tutmuştum, artık boşalmak istiyordum.
Kendime inanamıyordum kardeşimin amına bakarken, çeşitli fantaziler hayal etmeye başladım.
Onu sikmek, amına sokmak istiyordum, ama bu mümkün değildi. Hayal bile olsa diyerek bari
Göt deliğine sürttüre sürttüre iki kalçasiyla sikimi mengeneye sıkıştırır gibi gidip gelmeye başladım
sürtünerek girip çıkmaya başladım. Bir iki dakika içinde titremeye başladım. Büyük bir zevk
kasıklarımı sararken daha fazla dayanamamıştım. Saniyeler boyunca boşaldıkça boşaldım.
Yarrağımdan fışkıran döller çarşafı berbat etmişti.

Ama bu umrumda bile değildi. Bu benim için unutulmaz bir andı ve bunu doyasıya
yaşamak istiyordum.Birkaç dakika sonra iyice rahatlamıştım ve kendime gelmiştim.
Önce tangasını, ardından eşofmanını giydirip üstünü başını düzelttim. Çarşafına dökülen
döllerimi temizledikten sonra her hangi bir olumsuzluk varmı diye etrafa baktım.
Sadece döllerin ıslaklığı kalmıştı çarşafta, o da önemli değildi, hava sıcak olduğu için
sabaha kadar kuruyacağından emindim. Işığı kapatıp odadan çıktım.

Ertesi gün uyandığımda saat 12:00’ye geliyordu. Nalan işe gitmişti. Odasını kontrol
ettiğimde çarşafın değiştirilmiş olduğunu farkettim. Kirlilerin konduğu sepete baktığımda,
tanga, eşofman bir de çarşaf, aynı yerdeydi. Acaba birşeyler anlamışmıydı diye doğrusu
çok merak ediyordum.Akşam saat 22:00 gibi eve geldiğimde, kardeşim yemek yapmış beni bekliyordu.
Geç geldiğim için, “Nerde kaldın yaa? Saatlerdir seni bekliyorum. Seni beklediğim için
ben de yemedim!” diye sitem etmesi, bir an canımı sıktıysa da, yüzündeki gülümseme
beni yumuşatmıştı. “Özür dilerim kız, açlıktan ölmeni istemem! Sonra bizimkiler ne der!” dedim.

Nalan, “Sen özür dilermiydin Berkan” diye ilk defa ismimle hitap ederek ve cilveleşerek bana takıldı.
Ondaki bu değişiklik bende acaba geceye dair birşeylermi hatırliyor diye bir kuşku düşürsede icime
aman boş ver olan oldu artık anı yaşa diyerek, Ben de, “Biricik kardeşimden özür dilemeyeceğim de,
kimden dileyceğim kız!” dedim. Bu lafıma teşekkür etmişti.Sonra konuyu önceki akşama getirdi,
“Akşam ne olduğunu bile hatırlamıyorum. Çok mu sarhoş oldum?” diye sordu.Acaba nalan herşeyin
farkındada benimi yokluyo diye kisa bir süre terettüt ettikten sonra Ben de, “İki bira içtin
kendinden geçtin. Ayakta bile duramıyordun, odana taşırken anam ağladı. Ne kadar ağırsın kız!”
diye takılınca, kardeşim, “Saçmalama!, sadece 55 kiloyum, sence 55 kilo çok mu?” dedi.
Kızlar kendisine kilolu denmesinden hoşlanmadıkları için özlllikle böyle söylemiştim.
Şaka yaptığımı anlayınca o´da gülmeye başladı. O akşam birşey olmamış gibi yemeğimizi yedik,
TV seyrettik.

Sonraki günler normal şekilde geçiyordu. O işine gidip gelirken, ben de öylesine takılıyordum.
Nalan nişanlısıyla buluşmaya devam ederken, bu buluşmalar bazen geç saatlere kadar sürüyordu.
Bir akşam eve döndüğünde yüzünün asık olduğunu farkettim. “Ne o kız? Yüzünden düşen bin parça!”
diye takıldım. “Yok birşey!” dedi, ama bira içtiğimi görünce, gitti bir bardak getirdi ve “Bana da
doldursana, içmek istiyorum!” dedi. Bir şişe de ona açtım ve bardağını doldurdum.
Bardağı aldığı gibi yudumlamaya başladı, bir dikişte hepsini içti. Bu durumu görünce,
“Hop hoop! Biraz yavaş iç!” dedim. Aslında içmesi benim işime geliyordu, geçenki gibi sarhoş
olamsını istiyordum. İkinci kez bardağını doldurdum. Bir iki tane kuru yemiş ağzına attıktan sonra,
tekrar yudumlamaya başladı.

Nışanlısıyla tartışmış gibi bir hali vardı. Kızgınlığı yüzünden okunuyordu.Biraları ard arda götürürken,
bu durum hoşuma gitmişti. Onu izlerken, o akşam yaşadıklarım aklıma geldi. Nasıl bir amcığa
sahip olduğunu çok iyi biliyordum. Bu gün üzerinde diz boyu bir etek vardı. Etek bol olduğundan,
eteğin kenarlarını, bacaklarının altına toplamıştı. Dizine kadar görünen bacaklar, pürüzsüz tertemizdi.
Ağda veya epilasyon yapmış olmalıydı.

Dördüncü bardağı yudumlarken, kelimeler ağzında yuvarlanmaya başladı. Ne dediğini
kendisi bile bilmiyordu. Saçma sapan konuşurken, kendi kendine gülüyordu. Bu kez
geçenkinden daha fazla içmişti. Kontrolden çıkmaya başlamıştı. Sağa sola eğilirken,
yapışık bacakları zaman zaman açılıyordu, bembeyaz bacakları baldırlarına kadar görünüyordu.
Anlar diye endişelenirken, bakmadan da yapamıyordum. Bu görüntü yarrağımı hareketlendiriyordu.
Öne doğru eğilip gizlemeye çalışırken, kalp atışlarım da hızlanmıştı.Sonra kardeşim
“Lavobaya gitmem lazım!” diyerek yerinden kalktı. Yanımdan geçerken kendini sıktığını farkettim,
sıkıştığı her halinden belli oluyordu, nerdeyse altına işeyecekti. Tuvaletin kapısını açtı ve içeri girerken,
‘Zoorrt!’ diye öyle bir osurduki. Küfürler ederek tuvalete girdi. İçtiği biralar onu işemeye zorlamıştı.
Öyle tazyikli işiyordu ki, işeme sesi salona kadar geliyordu. Hem işiyordu, hemde zaman zaman
osuruyordu.Tuvaletten çıktıktan sonra odasına gitti.

Aradan bir müddet geçtiği halde, Nalandan ses seda çıkmamıştı. Ne olduğuna
bakmak için odasına yöneldim. Odasındaki ışık yanıyordu. Ne yaptığını öğrenmek için
sessizce yaklaştım. Açık olan kapıdan içeri baktığımda, yüzü koyun uzanmış yattığını gördüm.
Kalçalarına kadar açılmış olan etek, süt beyaz bacaklarını ortaya çıkarmıştı.
Biçimli olan çıkık götü çok güzel görünüyordu. Cesaretimi toplayıp içeri girdim içeri.
“Nalan!! Nalan!!” diye seslendim. Herhangi bir şekilde de olsa tepki vermiyordu. Kendinden geçmiş,
derin bir uykuya dalmıştı.Bunu fırsat bilerek yanına oturdum. Süt beyaz bacakları tertemiz görünüyordu.

Kalçalarını örten eteğini yavaş yavaş beline doğru çektim. Şimdi önümde harika bir
manzara vardı. Kalçaların arasına sıkışan külot, iki dağın arasından akan dere gibiydi.
Açık mavi külotu çok seksiydi. Kalçalarındaki lekeler dikkatimi çekmişti. Dikkatle incelediğimde,
gördüklerime inanamamıştım. Kalçalarındaki morarmalar, parmak izine benziyordu.
Bunu yapanın kim olduğunu anlamak için kahin olmaya gerek yoktu. Sanırım nışanlısıyla
sevişmişti. Kızmıştım, ama bunları düşünmenin sırası değildi.

Daha önce kıllı olan yerler, tertemiz kaymak gibiydi. Hafiften tenine dokundum.
Avucumun içiyle, önce bacaklarını, ardından kalçalarını okşamaya başladım.
Bu inanılmaz bir duyguydu. Nalan öylece hareketsiz yatıyordu. Okşamalarım çoğaldıkça,
kendime olan güvenim de artıyordu. Cesaretimi topladıktan sonra, külotunu çıkarmaya karar verdim.
Lastikli yerleri belini sıkmıştı. Yanlarından tutarak yavaş yavaş sıyırmaya başladım külotunu.
Birkaç saniye içinde külottan da kurtulmuştum.

Nalan’da halen hareket yoktu. Kalçaları tüm ihtişamıyla meydandaydı. Bir ara kıpırdar gibi oldu.
Bu kıpırdama işimi kolaylaştırmıştı. Sağ bacağını Yana doğru açarken dizine doğru kırmıştı.
Gördüğüm manzara olağan üstüydü. Kılları temizlenmiş olan amı, kabak gibi parlıyordu.
Ortasını ikiye bölen çizgi, şimdi daha net görünüyordu. Kalçalarının arası kızarmıştı. Bu kızarıklık, külotun sürtünmesinden olabilirdi. O an kendimce öyle düşünmüştüm. Elimi uzattıp amını yoklaklarken,
çizginin arasında sıkışan küçük dil harika görünüyordu. Ortadan ikiye bölünen yeri hafif hafif okşuyordum.

Bir müddet okşadıktan sonra, icime bir kurt düştü,kardeşim hala bakiremiydi..!
amının dudaklarını parmaklarımla gerdim. Deliğine bakarken, içim gitmişti.
Bakire olduğu her halinden belli oluyordu. İşeme yerinin altında küçücük bir deliği vardı.
Parmaklarımı çektiğimde, amının dudakları diri ve sert olduğundan, ağız kısmı anında kapanmıştı.
bir yandan kardeşimin am deliğini incelerken, diğer yandan yarrağımı okşuyordum.

Daha önce kıllı olan göt deliği, eminim şimdi tertemizdi. Arka deliği merak ederek kalçalarına yöneldim.
İki yandan tutarak kalçalarını gerdiğimde, gördüğüm manzara beni ürkütmüştü. Kendi kendime,
(Bu ne böyle) diye söylenirken, inanamıyordum. Belli belirsiz küçücük olan delik, büyümüştü.
Götünün deliği, şişenin ağzı gibi açılmış, içi görünüyordu. O an aklıma nişanlısı Kenan geldi.
Birkaç saat önce belli ki kardeşimi götten sikmişti.

Gördüklerim beni inanılmaz şekilde heyecanlandırmıştı. Bu duruma daha fazla dayanamadım
ve birden kasılmaya başladım. Müthiş bir zevkle boşalırken, külotumu berbat etmiştim.Banyoya
giderek pislenmiş olan giysilerimi çıkardım. Nalan´ın akşamki durumu aklıma geldi, eve geldiğinde
kızgın olmasının nedenini şimdi daha iyi anlıyordum. İyice temizlenip banyodan çıktım.
Odasına döndüğümde, kardeşim halen aynı pozisyonda yatıyordu.

Kendimi toparlayıp ikinci kez kalçalarını gerdim. Ağzımda birikmiş olan tükürüğü, götünün
deliğine tükürdüm. Parmağımla tükrüğü yedirdikten sonra parmağımı deliğe bastırdım.
Kaygan olan parmak, rahat bir şekilde içine girmişti. Yavaş yavaş ileri geri hareket ettirmeye başladım.
İçinin sıcaklığı parmağımı yakıyordu. Sonra iki parmağımla denedim. Yine kolay girmişti.
Parmak sayısını artırdıkça, götünün deliği halen kabul ediyordu, ağız kımı açıldıkça açılıyordu.
Bir müddet, böyle devam ettim. Elimi çektiğimde, ağız kısmı anında kapanmıştı. Götünün deliğini,
10-15 dakika boyunca parmaklarımla sikerken, kardeşim’den gık bile çıkmamıştı.

Bu sırada yarrağım kalkmış, demir gibi sertleşmişti. Artık karar vermeliydim. Bu fırsatı kaçırırsam,
böyle bir şans bir daha yakalamayabilirdim. Ya şimdi, ya hiçbir zaman. Bunu mutlaka denemeliydim.
Bacaklarını iki yana doğru açtım. Belinden tutup geri doğru çektim. Azda olsa domalma pozisyonuna getirdim. Vücudumu bacakların arasına yerleştirdim. Götünün deliğine bolca tükürdüm. Yarrağımıda kayganlaştırdıktan
sonra, artık engel kalmamıştı. Sertleşmiş olan yarrağımı, ağız kısmına dayadım. Ağırlık vermemek için
kollardan destek alırken, yüklenmeye başladım. Kafası girdiğinde heyecandan titriyordum.
Biraz daha, biraz daha derken, birden köküne kadar sokmamla
kardeşim´den ahh la ıhhh arasında bir ses çıktı.

Kardeşim birden hareket edip yan dönmek istedi, fakat yarrağımı göt deliğine öyle bir geçirmisimki
hiç kımıldayamadı bile…Yakalanma kaygısıyla içimi korkuyla karışık bir heyecan kapladı.,Kardeşimin
o narin götüne köküne kadar köklemiş bir vaziyette öylece hareket etmeden kalakaldım.

Yarrağımı saran delik, inanılmaz zevkliydi. İleri geri hareket ederken, yavaş yavaş hızlanmaya başladım.
Tanrım ne müthiş zevk bu böyle! İlk kez birini götten sikiyordum, o da kızkardeşimin götüydü.Zaman ilerledikçe, derinlere sokmaya çalışırken, zevkten uçuyordum. Kayganlık azaldığında, geri çekilerek tükrüğümle kayganlaştırıyordum. Sonra tekrar sokuyordum. Birkaç dakikadır, daha önce yaşamadığım zevkleri yaşıyordum. Kardeşim´in götünü sikerken, kim olduğunu unutmuş gibiydim. Yarrağımı sonuna kadar bastırırken kalçaları kasıklarıma değiyordu. Kalçaların yumuşaklığı gerçekten harikaydı.

Dakikalardır kardeşimin götünü sikiyordum ve delik hala daracıktı.Buna inanamıyordum delikten
her çıktığımda hemen kapanıyor tekrar soktuğumda inanılmaz bir şekilde sikimi sarmalıyordu,
müthiş zevk alıyordum.İkinci kez olduğu için boşalmam uzun sürüyordu. Daha fazla dayanacağımı
düşünüyordum. Ama zevk dalgası tüm bedenimi sararken, boşalmak üzere olduğumu anladım.
Boşalma öncesi, hızlı hızlı sikerken karar vermem gerekiyordu. Karar vermeye fırsatım bile olmamıştı.
Götünün derinliklerine büyük bir zevkle boşalmaya başladım. Birkaç saniye boyunca, tüm döllerimi
götünün içine boşaltmıştım.

Bir müddet içinde kaldıktan sonra üzerinden çekildim. Az da olsa pişmanlık hissine kapılmıştım.
Sabah olduğunda anlamasından endişe duyuyordum, mutfaktan bir koşu peçete getirdim. Peçeteyle
kalçalarını silerken, gözüm amına takıldı. Parmağımla yokladığımda, bunun am suyu olduğunu farkettim,
demekki kardeşimde onu sikerken zevk almıştı.Belk**e rüyasında birinin onu götünden çatır çatır
siktiğini sanıyordu. Önce külotunu ayaklarından sokarak giydirdim, ardından eteğini aşağıya doğru
çekerek bacaklarını kapattım.Sonra yatagın başucuna gelip dizlerimin üzerine çökerek,önce yanağından
sonrada dudağından öperek,kücüğüm abine tattırdığın bu harika ve inanılmaz saatler için sana
teşekkür ederim seni cok seviyorum benim biricik küçüğüm.Işığı söndürüp odadan çıktım.

Banyoya girip güzel bir duş aldım havluyu belime dolayıp çıktımda.Önce mutvağa gidip
birşeyler atıştırdım.Sonra balkona çıkıp bir sigara yaktım,ilk defa sigara bana böyle bir haz veriyordu.
Sokak lambalarının vurdugu ışık dışında her taraf zifiri karanlıktı.Sigarami ciğerlerime her çektiğimde
kızkardeşimin götüne köklediğim o an gözümün önüne geliyordu,Kafamı arkaya iyice yaslayarak
bacaklarımı balkon demirlerine doğru uzatıp yarrağımı avuçladım.Sikim yine kalkmıştı.

Abiii , Nalanın sesiyle irkildim. Kardeşim balkon kapısından bana bakarak gözlerini ovuşturuyordu..!!!

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ÜNİVERSİTE – 5
Resmen iliklerim çekilmişti. Derin derin nefes alıp verirken dudaklarıma bi öpücük kondurdu ve yanıma yığılıp uzandı.
Nefesimi sakinleştirdikten sonra gözlerimi kapadım. Çok yorulmuştum ve inanılmaz terlemiştim. Kendime geldiğimde ve bedenimdeki kasılma durduğunda aklıma saçmalamamak için konuşmadım. O da konuşmuyordu.

Hayatımın iki ilki yaşamıştım. İlk defa bi escort olmayan bi kadının içine boşalıyordum. İkincisi ise, escort olsun ya da olmasın bi kadının içine ilk defa prezervatifsiz boşalıyordum. İnanılmaz bi duyguydu. İçimde inanılmaz bi rahatlama ve boşluk vardı. Denir ya hani elimden ayağımdan güç gitti kanım çekildi diye öyle olmuştum. KUŞ GİBİ.

Yeşim yerinden kalktı ve bana sürtünerek koltuktan kalkıp banyoya doğru gidiyordu. Arkasından ona bakıyordum, o da benim gibi terlemişti, yürürken loş ışıkta vücudu parlıyordu. Ona bakarken aklıma bir düşünce daha geldi.

Yaşlarımız aynıydı, ikimizde 19 yaşındaydık. Ama çok iyi sevişiyordu. Bu olabilir ama içine boşalmam. Korunma, prezervatif istememe. Onunda bişeyler bildiği daha doğrusu yaşadığı belliydi. Banyodan su sesi geliyordu. Kapıyı kapatmamıştı. Yerimden doğruldum ve kendime bir bardak su kattım. Çölde kalmış gibi içip bitirdikten sonra bir bardak suda o geldiğinde içsin diye doldurdum.

Kapıda belirdi tekrar bana doğru gelirken suyu uzattım.

Y: Teşekkür ederim.

Suyu içtikten sonra küllüğü ve sigaraları eline aldı tekrar bana sürtünerek yanıma uzandı ve sigaraları aramıza koydu.
Gözlerimin içine baktı ve bi sigara çıkarıp dudaklarına yerleştirirken

Y: Çok güzeldi..

Çakmakla sigarasını yaktım. Kendimede yakarken,

-: Efsaneydi(gülerek).
Y: (Ellerini karnıma attı ve karnımı okşarken). Okulun ilk gününden beri bi ilgim vardı sana.
-: Farkındaydım.
Y: Ama sen Hande’ye asılıyordun.
-: (Yutkundum) Çok mu belli ediyordum?
Y: Bilmem. Belk**e sana ilgim olduğu için dikkat etmiştim.
-: Ama senle aramızda hiç öyle flörtleşme olmadı.
Y: Sana olan ilgim zaten çok duygusal değildi göründüğü üzere.(gülerek).
-: Anladım. Ya.. şey..
Y: Bence bundan daha net ve çıplak olamayız söyle(kıkırdayarak)
-: Ya güzeldi gayet az önce olanlar. Sen sanırım biraz tecrübelisin. Hem bana ilginde varmış duygusal olmayan.

(Sanane amına koyim sanane. İşte lafa bak bu laf edilir mi. Tecrübelisin benle yatmak istedin falan. Kıza orospu musun der gibi.)

Y: Anladım. (biraz sustuktan sonra.) Lise 2 de bi erkek arkadaşım olmuştu bende 4 yaş büyük. Ben buna çok kapıldım. Önce kendine bağladı beni. Adeta kölesi olmuştum. Onsuz nefes alamayacak kadar. Kendimi verdim ona herşeyimle. Kızlığımı, masum duygularımı herşeyimi. Tabi bi süre sonra, bununla yaptığımız tek sosyal aktivite sevişmek haline geldi. Ben lise sona doğru artık serpildikçe, arada kafeye gidip oturmalarımız çok nadir sinemaya gitmelerimiz bile kesildi. Sadece buluşup sevişiyorduk. Benden daha büyük olduğu için, bana sevişmeyi, korunmayı herşeyi öğretti. Ben artık büyüdükçe anlıyordum. Bu beni sadece sikmek için kullanıyor diye.

Ve bigün onun bizim sınıftan bi arkaşımla çıktığını öğrendim. Ona aşık olmuş.

-: Vay amına kodumunun çocuğu.. (Soluksuz dinliyordum)

Y: İşte Bu olay geçen sene oluyor. Artık insanlara özellikle erkeklere güvenmiyorum. Sizler nasıl bizleri seks için kullanabiliyosanız bizde sizi öyle kullanabiliriz. Üstelik çaba bile göstermeden. Sigaraları söndürdük.

Haklıydı. Her iki konuda da. Benim de başıma böyle bir olay gelse benimde kimseye güvenim kalmazdı. Ve diğer konu onlarda bizi seks için kullanabilir üstelik çaba göstermeden. Sinemadan tutta bu ana kadar istediğin istediği an yapmış ve istediğini almıştı. İçimden ona hak verirken birden seks için kullanıldığım aklıma geldi ve

-: Bi dakka bi dakka. Sen beni seks için mi kullandın şimdi?

Y: Seni beğenmiştim. Ve ilgim vardı sana. Ama evet..

-:(ulan sanki kötü oldu dedim içimden.) Ha iyi. iyi iyi. Çok iyi yaptın.

Gülüştük biraz sonra. Çıplak bedenini bana yapıştırdı. Sinsice boynuma sokuldu. Sıcak nefesinin boynuma hissettiğim her an içim hoş oluyordu ve bişeyler hareketleniyordu içimde. Batarya doluyordu yavaş yavaş.

Boynunun altından omuzlarına uzanmış olan elimi. Koluna orda koltuk altına yaklaştırdım nazikçe. O da hareketleniyordu hissediyordum. Dudaklarının ıslaklığını boynumla birleştirdiği ilk anda ise artık bu gireceğimiz kimyasal ve fiziksel reaksiyonun startı verilmişti.

Boynuma hafif hafif öpücükler kondururken ona doğru dönüp yüzümü ona doğru eğdim. Dudaklarımız birleştiğinde şehvetle öpüşmeye başlamıştık. Yam yam gibi değil şehvetli. Dudaklarımız birbirine yapışıkken sakince üzerine doğru çıktım. Bir süre dudaklarını öptükten sonra boynunda dudaklarımı gezdirmeye kulaklarının altına geldiğimde ise dilimle kulak memesini emmeye başladım.

Ellerimle ellerini başının üstünde birleştirdim. Daha sonra çok biçimli olan göğüslerine doğru indim. Göğüslerini yalıyordum. Uçlarını ise dudaklarımla emip ara sıra dişlerimin arasına alıp hafif ısırıyordum. Ortamdaki şehvetin seviyesi o kadar yüksekti ki. Saatlerce içine girmeden sevişebilirdim onla. Sürekli olarak dudaklarını ısıryor ve kısık kısık inliyordu. Elleri başının üstünde olduğundan, dilimle memelerinden sonra koltuk altına doğru yöneldim. Koltuk altlarında da dilimi gezdirdim. Daha sonra karnına indim karına öpücükler konduruyordum. Balık etli olduğu için göbeğinin yanlarına öpücükler konduruyor ellerimi bütün vücudunda gezdirdikten sonra koltuk altında buraya inip hafif sıkıyordum.

Kasıklarına doğru yöneldim. Kasıklarına öpücükler konduruyordum. Daha sonra bacaklarını kaldırıp (yapmasını çok sevdiğim) bileklerinden kasıklarına kadar dilimi gezdirdim. İki bacağınıda yaladıktan sonra onun ıslanmış olan kadınlığıyla dilimi buluştudum. Etkili ama çok sert ve hızlı olmayan hareketlerle yalıyordum onu.

Y: Çok güzeeel.. Harika.. (Elleriyle kafamı tutup kendine baktırdı.)
Y: Sıra bende bende yalamak istiyorum seni.

Üzerinden yukarı doğru kayarak dudaklarına öpücük kondurduktan sonra altımdan kurtulup üzerime çıktı. Alt dudağımı emdikten sonra ellerini bacaklarımda gezdirirken vücudumu öperek aşağıya yöneliyordu. Kasıklarımda dudaklarını gezdirdikten sonra sikimi öptü. Tam bacak arama yerleşti. Elleriyle karnımı bacaklarımı dolaşırken, sikimi öpüyordu. Ellerini kullanmadan sertleşmiş olan sikimin başını yalıyordu. Daha sonra ellerini sikime getirdi. Sıvazlamaya başladı. Daha sonra yavaş yavaş sikimi ağzına alıyoru. 2 dakika boyunca sikimi yalıyor gözlerime bakıyordu.

Daha sonra bi eliyle sikimi tuttu, diğer eliyle taşaklarımı kavrayıp onları yalamaya başladı. Birden biraz daha geriledi. Ve yine bana hayatımda ilk defa yaşadığım bişeyi yaşattı. Elleriyle taşaklarımı yukarı çektikten sonra taşaklarımla kalçalarımın arasında kalan yer yalamaya başladı. Dili ilk değdiğinde irkildim. Ama daha sonra çok zevkli olduğu için kendimi saldım.

Henüz boşalma gibi niyetim veya hissim yoktu. Ellerinden tutup onu üzerim çektim. Üzerime çıktıktan sonra dizlerimi kırdım. Elleriyle sikimi amına yerleştirdikten sonra üzerim oturdu. Daha sonra onu alttan hafif hafif zıplatmaya başladım. ahh. ıhmmm. diye kısık kısık inliyordu.

Sert vurmaya başladım hızlı ve sık sık değil, sert. Ona vurdukça göğüslerini izlemesi ve onların hoplaması büyük keyif veriyordu. Hareketlerimi hızlandırmaya ve serileştirmeye başladım. Ritmi yakalayınca Yeşim üzerimde kendinden geçmiş bi şekilde zıplıyordu.

Y: Sik beni…. Evet… Ahhh.. Sik…

-: Güzel mi bebeğim?

Y: Ah.. Evet çok güzel. Vur vur…

Hareketlerimi inanılmaz hızlandırmıştım ve oda da şak şak sesleri yankılanıyordu. Durdum, ilk seferimiz kısa sürdü ama bu öyle olmayacaktı.

Belinden tuttum. Kaldırmak istedim anladı ve kalktı üstümden. Ben de doğruldum. Dizlerimizin üzerinde biraz öpüştükten sonra kendi domaldı.

Arkasında yerimi aldım. Bi elimle sırtını okşarken diğer elimle sikimi amına hizalayıp içine girdim. Oh… diye tepki verdi. Bu sefer orta hızda başladım. Oda çok çığlık atmadan inliyordu. Hareketlerimiz senkronize olmuştu. Aynı anda ayrılıp aynı anda birleşiyorduk. Ellerimle belinden tutup kendime çekip itiyordum. Bi ara yavaşladım ve üzerine eğildim. Sırtını öptüm. Daha sonra tekrar hızlanmak için doğruldum. Sertleştim ve hızlandım. Artık vücudumuz her çarpıştığında ah ah ah diye inliyordu.

Kasıklarımın kalçalarıyla birleşmesi çok sertleşti. Ve kanepenin üzerinde dizlerimin üstünde durduğum için rahatsız olmaya başlamıştım. Yavaşlayarak durdum.

Daha sonra yüzünü bana döndü. Misyoner pozisyonuna geçerken nefesimi kontrol etmeye çalışıyordum. Bacaklarının arasında yerimi aldım ve içine girdim. Biraz dik durduktan sonra üzerine kapaklandım. Ellerini sırtıma götürdü. Başımı boynunun arasına aldı. Ben artık içinde ritmik bi şekilde git gel yapıyordum. Arada boynunu yalıyor. öpüşüyorduk ve memelerini yalıyordum. Tekrar boynunda yerini aldığımda kulağıma fısıldayarak.

Y: Çok güzeel. Sik beni..

-: Ah Yeşim çok güzel..

Y: Sik beni…Ahhhh.. Geliyorum böyle devam et. Sende içime boşall. Eveett.

-: Bende geliyorum.

Y: Çıkma içimdenn.

Sırtımda olan ellerini iyice sıkmaya beni kendine yapıştırmaya başladı. Ama ben çokta içine patlamaya başlamıştım. İçindeki o sıcaklık inanılmazdı. Boşalırken aldığım haz muhteşemdi. Bu sefer ben yığılıp kaldım üzerine. Nefeslerimiz yine kontrolsüz sık ve boğulur gibiydi. Biraz böyle kaldıktan sonra üzerinden kalkmak için hamle yaparken

Y: Kal üzerimde. Yığılıp kal.

Üzerinde kaldım. Sanırım tek vücut olmak böyle bişeydi. Biraz sonra yana doğru hamle yapmak isteyince yan tarafa kaydım ve sırt üstü uzandım.

Başını göğsüme dayadı. Bana doğru kıvrıldı. Uyumuşuz.

Uyandığımda ise yanımda yoktu. Hava kararmıştı. Koridordan giriş tarafında bi ışık yanıyordu. Kalktım doğruldum ve bir bardak su doldurup içtim.

Suyu içerken

Y: Uyandın mı.? Bana doğru geldi ve dudaklarıma bi öpücü kondurdu.

-: Saat kaç oldu ki?

Y: Saat 9’a 5 var. Aç mısın?

-: Değilim. Tuvalete gitmem lazım.

Kalktım, tarif ettiği tuvalete gittim. Sanki 2 yıldır işemiyormuş gibi işedim. Tuvaletten çıktım ellerimi yüzümü yıkadım. Ellerime dağılmış olan saçımı biraz toparladım. İçeriye gittim. Yeşim ben kalkmadan kalmış üzerine beyaz bi askılı ve şort gitmiş.

Çekyatı kapatıyordu. E bu da bi sinyaldi. Ağır ağır voltayı alayım diye düşündüm.

İçeri girdim. Yavaş yavaş giyinmeye başladım.

Y: İstersen gitme burda kal.

-: Yok ben gideyim bi duş alayım.

Y: Tamam ama bu saatte nasıl gidiceksin karşıya.?

-: Taksiyle giderim problem değil.

Y: Biraz fazla tutmaz mı?

Bu konuşmalarından kal der gibi anlam çıkıyor evet ama. Sesinin tonu, hareketleri kal der gibi değildi ki haklıda. Anası gelir komşusu gelir sabah uyanamayız pat ailesi gelir gerek yok heycana.

-: Yok benim için sıkıntı yok.

Y: (gülerek) Para sıkıntı değil diyosun yani..

Giyinmiştim. Ona döndüm. Dudaklarına bi kaç öpücük kondurdum. Tekrar sevişecek halim takatim yoktu. Ayaklandım sonra. O da ayaklandı.

Kapıya doğru yönelirken elimden tutuyordu. Kapının önüne geldiğimizde biraz daha sarılıp öpüştük.

-: Muhteşemdi.

Y: Evet bencede. İsterim ben bunu.

-: Bende isterim.

Gülümsedi ve tekrar öpüştük. Bu aranın çok uzamıyacağı anlamına geliyordu. Kapıyı açtı ve ayakkabılarımı dışarıya koydu. Kimsenin olmadığını anlayınca bana kapıyı açtı Görüşürüz dedi. Çıktım ayakkabılarımı giyip asansörü çağırdım. Geldiğinde kapıyı açarken el salladım ve öpücük attım. O da aynısını yaptı.

Binadan çıktım, etrafıma baktım. Taksi durağı ve ya geçen bi taksi yoktu. Gelirken hatırladığım ana caddeye doğru yöneldim. Orada bir durak vardı. Bi taksiye bindim. Adresi söyleyip yola çıktık.

Yolda bugün yaşadıklarımı düşünüyordum. Bir kızın evine gitmiş deliler gibi sevişmiş ve iki defa içine boşalmıştım. Üstelik bu kız sınıf arkadaşımdı. 19 yaşında olmamıza rağmen benden daha çok tecrübeliydi.

Ulan İZMİR bakalım daha neler olacak. Yolda giderken kordonu seyrediyordum. Çok seviyorum bu şehri. Yurda geldik. Parasını ödeyip indim.

İndiğimde kapının önünden iki kız geçiyordu. Birine baktığımda Tuğçe idi. O da beni farketti.

T: Naber Efe?

-: İyilik senden naber nereye böyle?

T: Eve gidiyorum. Evim hemen marketin orda.

-: Benim yurdumda burası.

T: Ev falan almadınız mı?

-: Yok önce biraz arkadaş yoldaş edineyim dedim. Seneye artık.

T: O zaman bi ara yemek yapayım sana. Hem ev arkaşımla da tanışırsın.

-: Valla gerek yok demek aptallık olur. (gülerek)

T: Tamam o zaman haberleşiriz. Görüşürüz. (gülerek)

Görüşürüz. Esmer hatun.

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Genç Misafirimiz, Bölüm 1
Karım, “Aşkım, Ekrem bey telefon etti. Selim’in Miami’ye okumaya gelecegini ve ilk iki yıl bizle kalmasını istediklerini söyledi” dedi. Ekrem bey karimin babasının patronuydu. Türkiyenin sayılı zenginlerindendi. Ailece cok yakındılar. Karımla yeni evlendiğimde tanımıştım Selim’i. Çok küçükü o zaman. Bütün şirketlerin tek varisi olarak büyütülüyordu. Annesinin de düşkünlüğünden oldukça şımarık bir çocuktu. Karım ve bana ağbi abla gibi baktığı için bize özel bir saygısı vardı. O yüzden bizi cok kızdırmazdı ama yine de yaramazlık yaptığında onu azarlardık. Karım 10 ben 11 yas büyüktük ondan. Miami ye taşındığımızda orta sondaydı. Sonra hiç görmemiştik

Bu bütün düzenimizi bozacak bir teklifti bu. Evimiz ona bir oda vermemize müsaitti ama özgür hayatımızı çok etkileyicekti. Bu tepkimi hissettiğinde karım teklifi açıklamaya başladı. Ekrem bey oğlunun kontrolden çıkmaması için kendi başına değil bizim evimizde kalmasini istiyordu. Bunun önemini ve bize zorluğunu bildiği için çok cömert bir teklifle geliyordu. Evin, arabalarımızın bütün masraflarını karşılıyor üstüne de yüklüce bir aylık gelir teklif ediyordu. Uzun tereddütler sonunda Kabul etmeğe karar verdik. Ekrem beye hayır demek de iyi bir şey değildi. İlerde Selim işlerin başına geçtiğinde de bu ilişki bizim için çok faydalı olurdu.

Ekrem bey ve eşi kararımıza cok memnun oldular. Selim’in gelmesine daha aylar olmasina rağmen teklif ettikleri ödemelere hemen basladilar. Keyfimiz yerine gelmişti. Bir ay sonra kısa bir tatil de, Selim’i ortamı bir görmesi icin gönderdiler. Hava alanında gördüğümüzde tanıyamadık. Uzun boylu yakışıklı, kocaman bir delikanli olmustu. Resimlerini göndermişti ama kafamizdaki küçük Selim’i silmeye yetmemişti resimler. Bütün sıcaklığıyla bize sarıldı. Bizde cok memnun olmuştuk onu görmekten. Hala bize ağbi abla diyordu ama artık kendinden emin, gösterişli biri vardi karşımızda .

Arabada eve giderken heyecanla anlatmaya başladı. Babasının tek başına bırakmaması üstüne kendisi bizimle kalmayi o teklif etmis. Babasi da razi olmus. “Ben hep sizi örnek alırdım. Size özenirdim” dedi. “Dilek ablama hayrandim hep” dedi. Dilek de “Az mı koynumda uyuttum seni küçükken?” dedi. Ayni sıcaklıkla. Ben “Burda özel bir odan olacak ama…” dedim şaka olarak. Güldük. Şakamın yersiz oldugunu düşünüp biraz gerildim ardından. Dilek, kendinden 10 yaş küçük oğlanın böyle hayranligini duymaktan çok hoşlanmıştı. Ben biraz kıskanmıştım ama gereksizdi kıskançlığım.

Evimizi cok beğendi Selim. “Bayildim. “ dedi., “Burada cok rahat edecegim.” Ben de “Derslerini de çalışacaksın ama degil mi? Yoksa baban bize çok kızar “ dedim. “ Yok, Tarık ağbi. Tabii hic merak etme sen”

Aksam birlikte yakındaki bir restaurant a gittik arabayla şehri dolaştırdık. İlk defa gordüğü bu şehri hemen sevivermisti. Her yere hayranlikla bakiyordu. Saat farkindan uykusunun geldigini farkettik. Eve dönüp odasına götürdük.

Dilek’le başbaşa kaldigimizda Selim’in korktuğumuz kadar rahatsizlik vermeyeceğini konustuk. Uyumlu bir genç olmuştu. Ertesi gün hafta sonu oldugu icin Selim’e şehri gezdirmeye devam ettik.

Plaja gittiğimizde Selim “Bu şehri gerçekten cok sevdim” dedi, etraftaki birbirinden güzel kızları göstererek. Hiç gizlemeden bakınıyordu kızlara. Sonra bana dönüp “Tabii hiç biri Dilek ablamın eline su dökemez bunların” dedi gülerek. Karım “Teşekkür ederim Selim’cigim” dedi sevecen abla edasıyla . Karımın vücudu çok iyiydi ama Selimin yaşıtlarına göre olgundu haliyle. Bacak ve kalçalarındaki selulitleri farkediliyordu artik. Vücudu da taş gibi değildi. Ama bunları duymak hoşuna gitmişti yine.” Ablasını da üzmek istemez hiç” diye gülümsedi Selim’e.

Işlerimizin rahat olmasi nedeniyle haftanin ilk günlerinde de mümkün oldugu kadar Selim’le vakit geçirmeye çalıştık. Bu bizim de hoşumuza gitmişti. Karımın akşamları benimle daha ateşli seviştiğini farkediyordum. Böyle çekici bir delikanlının yanimizda olması, iltifatları karımı çok daha arzulu bir hale getirmisti. Bundan şikayet edemezdim. Bir gece bunu Dilek’e söylediğimde, hic inkar etmedi. “Aşkım elimde büyüyen bu veleti bir erkek olarak görmek nasıl bir duygu anlatamam. Benden hoşlanması beni çok tahrik ediyor.” Bu kadar çabuk bunu kabullenmesi beni şaşırtmıştı. Ilk tepkim “ Aman lütfen dikkat edelim çocuk farketmesin. Büyük rezalet olur. Sonra kontrolu kaybederiz.” Karım “Tabii aşkım. Delimisin? Hic merak etme” diye bana sarıldı. Sevişmeye başladık. İtirafından sonra artık hiç bir engeli kalmamıştı karimin bana karşi. Daha değişik sevişiyordu benimle. Bir an kulağıma dudaklarını yaklaştırıp “Selim, Sik ablani” diye fisildadi. Kıskançlığıma rağmen öyle azdırmıştıki bu davranışı, taş gibi olmuş yarağımı karımın sırıl sıklam amına dayadım. O gözlerini kapamış Selimi düşünürken içine kaydim. Onu hiç böyle azmış görmemiştim. Tırnaklarını sırtıma saplamış “Sik beni Selim ! Sik beni!” soluyordu. Selimin odasi uzaktaydi ama duyacağını düşünüp rahatsiz oldum. Karımın hali beni tekrar kendimden geçirdi. O altimda kasılırken boşalmaya başladım. Cok zamandır böyle gelmedigimi farkettim. Karşmsa daha boşalmamıştı. Hemen bacak arasina indim başımı gömüp yalamaya başladım. Kulagimda karımın “Seliiiiiiiiim! Seliiiiiiiiiiiim!” diye soluyan sesini duyuyordum. Cok geçmeden karım sarsılarak geldi. Hala onun ismini sayıklıyordu. Olduğum yerde kaldim. Onunla yüzleşmek istemiyordum henüz.

Bir kaç dakika sonra yukarı kayıp karıma sarıldım. Hiç konuşmadık. O şekilde uyuduk.

Ertesi gün bunu konuşmadık ama Selim’le gezmeye devam ettik. Selim hala her fırsatta karıma iltifat ediyor bana ne kadar şanslı olduğumu söylüyordu. Geceleri Dilek yine Selim’I düşünerek benimle sevişiyordu. Haftanın sonunda İstanbul’a uğurlarken bize burada ne kadar mutlu olduğunu ve bir an evvel gelip yerleşmeyi istediğini söylüyordu. Sarılıp vedalaştık. Dilek’le çok daha uzun sarıldılar bir birlerine ama beni şaşırtmadı.
Hava alanından dönerken Dilek’le konuşmam gerektiğini biliyordum. Selim’in okul için geldiğinde daha mesafeli davransak iyi olurdu. Dilek dinledi ama çok fazla gelmemişti kendi davranışları Yine de dikkat et dedim kafasını salladı.

Aradan bir hafta geçmişti ki. Selim aradı. Okulun başlamasını beklemeden gelmeye razı etmişti babasını. Üç gün sonra geliyordu. Biraz tedirgin oldum ama hayır diyecek bir bahane de bulamadım. Dilek mutlu olmuştu. Selim’e azıp benimle ateşli sevişeceği için ben de mutlu olmalıydım.

Karı koca oturup nasıl davranacağımızı tekrar konuştuk. Evi düzenledik. Gözümüzde hala yaramaz bir küçük çocuk olan Selim için her şey hazırdı.

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