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Linda was lying in bed, thinking about how her life had changed in just a few days. She had been a faithful and good wife, and a respected mother. Always at her best behavior and never causing any drama or problems. Now? Now she felt like she was always walking around on her tip-toes, scared that people would call her out on her newfound naughtiness.

She looked on her husband lying next to her. For the longest of time, he had been her everything, but now she was no longer sure. Just thinking about Leah and her mother made her whole body tingle. Not to mention her own daughter, Sarah. It felt like they were much closer now, sharing a special secret. She lifted her finger up to her lips, and she felt like she could still feel her daughter’s lips pressed against her own. Not to mention that they had tasted each other’s private parts too. It was like this every night lately.

In bed, it seems like her thoughts always turned to her new lovers. She wanted to touch herself, but she was scared what her husband would say if he woke up. It would be hard to explain her growing sexual needs, and that they had been woken up by her daughter, and two women with massive cocks. Did they think about her too? Did her daughter lay awake, thinking about next time all four of them could make love again?

Her hand started to play with a nipple, and it didn’t help with her overcoming need to get some sexual release. Her thighs very rubbing together, and she knew there was only one way to make this feeling leave. She looked at her husband again, and then gently moved out of the bed, looking at the bathroom door, but decided that it wouldn’t be safe in there. Instead she treaded out of the bedroom.

Out in the hallway she looked at the door to her daughter’s room. She really wanted to go in there but knew that it was not possible. Even if her naughty mind told her it would feel so good to go in there, waking her daughter up by licking her pussy, and then have an amazing orgasm as her daughter licked her. She tried to shake it out of her head. Good mothers don’t do that. Especially not on a school night.

Instead she moved down the stairs and into the downstairs bathroom. She removed her gown and sat down on the toilet with her legs spread. Her lower regions were already glistening from her wetness, and she started to rub her button. Her mind started to fill with pictures and memories of being with Leah. The teenage girl seducing her, and then using her gigantic cock to teach her how mind-blowing sex could be. It only took a few minutes before she had to cover her mouth, to not wake the entire house up with her cum induced screams.

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“Hello, I am home,” Sarah called in a brusque teenage way.

Linda listened keenly, wanting to find out if Sarah was alone. When she heard that it was more people, she quickly came rushing. When she saw that Leah was one of the girls, she almost winced. It had been a few days since they had been here.

“Are you girls going to study?” Linda asked, trying to sound normal.

“Yes, Mrs. Sullivan,” Cindy answered, smiling.

“We only have a few more tests left.” Sarah continued.

Linda smiled too, watching the girls move past her and up the stairs. She couldn’t help herself from looking after them. Had Leah been properly taken care of today? She wondered who of the mothers that had been on duty. She knew that if Leah needed more, it would be up to her to step in. She hoped that would be the case. It had only been a few days, but it still felt like an eternity since she had last gotten to feel Leah.

Even looking at the young girl’s butt made her knees weak. A few days ago, she had never really thought about another woman in a sexual way, but now it was all she could think about. If her husband wasn’t home she would sneak away to rub again, but with him in the living room it wouldn’t work.

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“Honey, I think I need to head out to the office,” her husband called out.

It had been about two hours since the girls arrived, and her excitement had calmed down a little bit. Hearing her husband’s word made it come back again. Would she be alone with the girls? Her husband sat in the living room, surrounded by papers, looking puzzled.

“What is wrong, Honey,” she asked.

“I’m not sure yet, I am calling Jimmy,” he answered, holding the phone to his ear. “Jimmy, can you meet me at the office? There is something I need help to clear up. Yes, I am leaving right now.”

“What is wrong?” she tried again.

“I am sure it is just a mistake I made, Jimmy will be able to fix it. I will be back in a few hours, don’t worry,” he said, gathering up all the papers and giving her a kiss as he went past her.

She was worried, but more than that she was horny. As she looked her husband head out the door, she tried to decide if she should go masturbate, or see if it would be possible to get Leah’s attention. She felt humiliated by the thought of begging for attention from a teenager, but Ankara escort she knew the excited part of herself had already decided.

It had been a gift from her husband a few years back. Since then it had been hiding away at the back of her closet. She had been sure it would never be used, but now would be the perfect time. She felt guilty using her husband’s gift, but it couldn’t be helped. If she saw someone else with a dress like this, she would think them to be sluts, but this was different. She was a good woman. The form fitting bodice with a red lace overlay, covering a fake nude underdress, with a lace hemline. The red cross straps on the back topped of the sexiness. She felt a bit uncomfortable wearing it, but looking into the mirror, she felt like Leah wouldn’t be able to hold back. At least that is what she hoped.

She tried to find a sexy pair of underwear but was’nt really happy with anything she found. What did teenagers like now? She thought about her daughter’s underwear, but most of them didn’t look much different from her own. What would Leah think if she found that she wasn’t wearing any panties? She imagined the massive cock getting so hard, that the teenager couldn’t contain it. Giggling to herself, she decided that it was the right decision to make.

Would it be weird for her to show up in her daughter’s room with this outfit? The girls had already seen her in other clothes today. She would need an excuse. One that would let her flaunt herself, without making them all know she needed sexual relief. She grabbed her favorite red high heels and put them on.

Walking to her daughter’s room she practiced her hip movements. She was used to wearing heels, but not so much swaying her hips in a sexy way. If she had more time she would practice in front of the mirror, but her body was already aching.

“Hi, girls. I was wondering if you could help me with something,” she said, stepping into her daughter’s room.

“Mom, what are you wearing?” Sarah asked loudly, as soon as she saw her mother.

“I-I,” She tried to say, feeling her face turn red.

All the girls looked at her. She took a deep breath to regain her composure.

“I was wondering what you girls thought about this outfit, I have never really worn something like this before,” she got out.

“It is not appropriate, Mom,” Sarah said, sounding shocked.

“I like it,” Cindy said, biting her lip.

“You certainly have the body for it, Mrs. Sullivan,” said Pauline.

Linda didn’t know Pauline since before. She remembered it was the daughter of one of the mothers, but not sure which one. It made Linda feel like she should cover up, knowing that she was flaunting herself in front of a girl she didn’t know. Still she remembered her true goal and turned to Leah.

“What about you Leah? Do you think an old lady like me could pull this dress off?” Linda asked earnestly.

“I like the heels,” Leah said.

Linda stood looking at Leah, feeling the teenager’s eyes wander over her body. She couldn’t help but try to see if the teenager’s cock was getting hard, but from how Leah was sitting she couldn’t quite get a clear view.

“Your body looks amazing in that, but I feel like it is not the kind of dress you would buy for yourself,” Leah went on.

“No,” Linda confessed. “I wouldn’t.”

“Did Sarah’s father get it for you?” Leah asked.

“Yes,” Sarah confessed again.

“I have never seen you wear anything like that,” Sarah said, still sounding upset.

“I like your normal clothes better, they always make you look alluring,” Leah said.

“She spent the whole night talking about it,” Pauline said.

“And how she covered your whole face within a minute because of how sexy you looked,” Cindy added.

Linda stood in the middle of the room, unsure what to do or say. Leah had told all of them about their time together? Her plan to seduce the teenager with sexy clothes had turned around on her, so now they were talking about how much Leah liked her normal clothes.

“I had been saving it up all day, and when she stood there on her knees, showing me her cleavage, it just could not be helped,” Leah said.

“It was kind of sexy,” Sarah said, snickering.

“I wish I could have seen it,” Pauline said.

“Me too,” Cindy added.

Linda wasn’t sure what to do. This whole plan seemed to have gone very wrong. She had imagined they would all say she looked good in the dress, and that Leah would get very excited from seeing her like this. Then she would leave, and Leah would excuse herself, so they could go downstairs, and take care of Leah’s needs. Not all of them saying they liked her better in other clothes, and what unmotherly things she had done with Leah.

“Well, maybe we should show them, this talk has certainly gotten me in the mood,” Leah said, with an intoxicating smile.

Linda was about to panic, but her horniness started to take over again. Of course the other girls would know she was part of the group to take care of Leah now, Çankaya Escort but hearing them being so brazen and open about it, made her uncomfortable.

“Kneel for us, Mrs. Sullivan,” Leah said, standing up in front of her.

“Show us what a good mother you are,” Sarah said.

A good mother shouldn’t come into her daughter’s room, to seduce her friend. A good mother wouldn’t then act it out, in front of the daughter, and two of her other friends. Still, Linda sank down to her knees, seeing the outline of the gigantic cock again. Last time it had been fully to the side, but now it was straining the fabric down the leg.

“Take it out, and show us what you can do,” Leah said.

Linda couldn’t believe how brazen Leah was. Normally she was so sweet, but for the second time in her life, she felt like she was being controlled by the strength and confidence of this young woman. Like a spell that told her to listen to this teen’s every command, and get excited from doing so.

She felt everyone in the room look on her, but all she could see was Leah’s crotch. Her hands went out and touched the tight jeans. She felt the cock over the jeans, and it felt so alive. Her hands darted up to the fastening, seeing that it was all held together with buttons, she ripped wildly, making all of them burst open at once.

Knowing she must look desperate, she pulled down the jeans to the knees, taking a second look at the panty draped cock, before moving up to touch it again.

“Stop,” Leah called, grabbing hold of Linda’s wrists.

Linda looked up at her, feeling like a kid being caught doing something bad.

“Do you want me to go around with the pants around my knees? Take them off all the way,” Leah continued in a kind, but demanding voice.

Linda felt ashamed. She had only been thinking about the cock, and how much she wanted it. What if Leah wanted to move? Having the skinny jeans around her knees, would force her to move like a penguin. She wanted to apologize, but instead just started to pull the jeans lower, helping Leah step out of them.

“Good girl,” her daughter called out.

Linda realized the others were there again. For a moment she had forgotten, lost in her excitement. She wanted to touch the cock again, but looking up at Leah she felt compelled to ask for permission first, after the previous incident.

“May I touch it?” she asked.

“Panties first,” Leah answered.

Linda swallowed hard, trying to find some composure again, and then reached for the sides of the panties. They were a lot like the panties Leah had been wearing the time before, only this time yellow. Linda could clearly see the outline of the cock, pushing the fabric, as it tried to move down the leg, held in place by the panties.

As she pulled downwards, she could only look at the cock. Slowly it came into view, making her whole body tingle. When it sprang free she had to close her mouth, fearing she would start to drool otherwise. She had learned her lesson, pulling the panties all the way down, and helping Leah step out of them, but made sure to never lose eye contact with the prize dangling before her.

“Is that what you came in here for, Mrs. Sullivan?” Cindy said.

Linda hadn’t noticed the girl kneeling down beside her.

“Yes,” she answered, not taking her eyes away from the cock.

“Does it look as good as you remembered?” Cindy continued.

“Yes, better” Linda answered, as in trance.

“Have you been thinking about it?” Cindy continued her questions.

“Yes,” Linda answered.

“A lot?” Cindy asked.

“A lot,” Linda confessed.

“I could tell. Sarah and Pauline, look at the inside of her legs,” Cindy said.

Linda heard the two girls move about, but she couldn’t stop staring at the strong female cock. She could guess what they were looking at. When Cindy mentioned it, she could feel it herself. Her pussy was dripping, and it was all running down her leg. She couldn’t do anything about it, she hadn’t been this excited since she was their age.

“Wow, Mom. I knew you would bend over for big cocks, but this is taking it to a new level of sluttiness,” Sarah said.

“I’m not a slut,” Linda said, trying to sound convincing.

“Did you come in here without your panties on, Mrs. Sullivan?” Cindy continued her questions.

“Yes,” Linda admitted.

“Because you wanted that massive tool to have quick access to your juicy little pussy?” Cindy went on.

Not only that, she thought. I wanted her to get hard from seeing I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Yes,” she answered after a short pause.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Linda wasn’t sure what to do. She wanted to devour that cock. She wanted Leah to toss her on the bed and hammer her like she had the first time. Still she sat there, just looking at the beautiful rod, trying to not think that her daughter, and two of her friends, was about to see her devote herself to pleasing the teen futanari.

“Are you Demetevler Escort going to let Cindy do what you talked about earlier?” Pauline asked. “Because if you do, I am starting to think I want a taste to.”

“Oh, that will absolutely happen. Linda will not mind at all, as long as she gets to suck my cock,” Leah said confidently.

Linda didn’t know what they were talking about, but her mouth started to water at the prospect of having the thing in her mouth.

“May I suck it,” Linda asked politely.

“If you suck it, you are giving the girls consent to taste your pussy, or anything else they want to taste of you. After me and Sarah told them how good your pussy is, they have been wanting to have some too. Especially Cindy. Are you going to be a good mother and suck my cock?” Leah said.

Linda tried to focus on what Leah was saying, but as Leah spoke she also grabbed her cock, and started to swing it in a circle. She didn’t care about the conditions. She was already doing so many things that were so wrong. Things no mother should ever do. It didn’t matter what else happened, no matter how depraved or shameful, as long as she could have that beautiful hard cock.

She wanted to kiss it. She wanted to lick it all over to make Leah feel extra good, but just as she was about to start doing that, a big glob of clear fluid appeared on the voluminous head. Without thinking, her mouth fell open and mid circle, she swallowed the swaying cock head in her mouth. She sucked eagerly, her mouth filling up with the taste of precum. She loved it. She loved the taste, and how the perfect head filled her mouth. She wasn’t an experienced cocksucker, but now, on her knees, she knew she loved sucking gigantic futanari cock.

As she started to suck the grand cock, her body entered horniness overdrive again. For days, she had needed this. Needed to be with Leah again. Needed to feel the strength of her marvelous phallus. Her hands flew up, first grabbing hold of the member, but as she started to move her mouth, her hands also started to work.

A soft moan from Leah spurred her on even further. She loved making the teen girl feel good. It was only fair since Leah hadn’t only made her feel good, but changed her whole person with the pleasure. She sucked harder, wanting to hear more of the young woman’s moans.

Suddenly Linda felt something being pressed against her pussy, her instinct was to try and take the cock out of her mouth, and turn around, but a hand on her head holding her in place, stopped her from doing so. She looked up, cock in mouth, seeing Leah looking down at her. Further movement around her pussy, made her wince in pleasure. She locked eyes with Leah as she tried to think what was going on back there.

Could it be one of the other girls doing it? It felt like a face, fully stuck in there. She was so wet. She figured the poor young girl must have pussy juice all over her face now. She wondered who it was. It would be bad if it was her daughter, doing such lewd things in front of her friends, but it might be worse if it was one of the other two.

How would she explain that she was sucking Leah’s cock in front of the girls, letting one of them suck her pussy, when the whole point of this arrangement was to stop the girls from taking part in devious acts? In a way she felt that the whole arrangement had failed, when she had first taken care of Leah, as it had led to her daughter getting ravished by Leah’s mother, but now she was dragging other girls into it too. Certainly, the other mothers would be appalled by her behavior, but it felt so very good that she knew it couldn’t be stopped.

“Wow, Mom, you are juicing up her face,” Sarah said.

Linda sucked harder, stroking faster with her hands, still eyes locked with Leah. Since her daughter just spoke, it meant it was either Cindy or Pauline being face deep in her pussy. One of her daughter’s friends was eating her out while she was choking on another one. She was the worst mother ever, but instead of stopping, it just made her even more horny. Her daughter had said she was juicing her friend’s face up, and Linda knew it was about to get even wetter.

Her mind was going blank as the orgasm started to overtake her body. Leah’s hand on her head kept her mouth impaled on the cock. Her butt jutted out, making the young girl’s face and tongue, push further into her pussy. She felt so depraved. That she was the only woman in the world that would do something this naughty, and love it. Her hands clung to the powerful cock, needing to hold it, in order to not collapse, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss was shaking her very being.

“Wow, she came. When you said that your mother was a complete slut, I didn’t know she was this bad,” she heard a voice say. It sounded like Pauline. “Can I have a taste now?” the voice continued.

Linda was trying to regain her composure the best she could, still holding Leah’s big cock in her mouth. She couldn’t believe she had just came in front of her daughter and three of her daughter’s friends. Maybe there was some truth in them calling her a slut, even if the thought made her appalled. Even if she had just come, sucking on a big cock while having her pussy licked, it didn’t mean she was a slut. She was a woman and a mother, and even if years of pent up horniness had made her go a little wild now, it wasn’t the same as being a slut.

I’m going go ahead and get this out of the way. During my freshman year of college, I was confused about my sexuality. It sounds strange saying this right after calling myself confused, but I loved girls. I really did. I loved all of their shapes and curves. I loved tits, pussy and ass.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I’m just some gay guy that doesn’t want to come out of the closet and is overcompensating. I honestly don’t care what you call me. Up until freshman year, I considered myself one hundred percent straight. However, I quickly learned that sexuality is not always black and white.

I made a fairly startling realization that year. I enjoyed putting things in my ass. It started off as a curiosity thing. I had always heard, “How do you know if you haven’t tried?” Plus, I learned that the equivalent of the male g-spot could be stimulated through the ass. So, I stuck my middle finger up there while I masturbated once.

I really enjoyed the sensation and it made my orgasm stronger. Just like that, I was hooked. Soon, I was putting all kinds of things up my butt. I would go to the store and buy a pack of Sharpie markers or a hairbrush to fuck myself with the handle.

I watched a lot of porn at that age…. Who am I kidding? I still watch a lot of porn. Anyways, I started watching these videos of girls fucking guys with strap-ons. I was dating a girl named Tina at the time, and I would imagine her fucking me with a strap-on while I masturbated. It was a huge turn on for me.

So, one day I gathered up my courage and confided in Tina my secret fetish. I asked her if she would be into using a strap-on on me. Her reaction was not the desired effect. She was repulsed by the idea. More than that, she was repulsed by me. In fact, she broke up with me over it, telling me, “I don’t date faggots, Matt.”

This struck a nerve. Up until that point, I only thought of my desire as a fetish. What if she was right? What if I really was gay? So, I tested it out. I looked up some gay porn and watched it. I watched several videos, in fact, with all different kinds of guys fucking all different kinds of other guys. I gave jacking off to it a good try, but nothing worked. I wasn’t turned on by any of it.

Luckily, this didn’t stop me from fucking my own ass. After a while, I got more daring and bought a dildo from a sex shop. It was a natural, flesh colored dildo with a suction cup on the bottom so you could attach it to things. It was the best purchase I ever made. I would spend hours alone in my dorm room fucking my ass with the dildo attached to my dresser.

I was incredibly horny whenever I decided to use my dildo, but I always felt a sense of shame when I finished. I was still very confused. But, a sense of clarity finally came to me in the form of Terra.

Terra was this amazing girl that lived next door to me. I lived in a single room in a co-ed dorm. The dorm was divided into sections for girls and boys, but my room was on the dividing line, right next to Terra’s. She also lived in a single. Since neither of us had any roommates, we ended up hanging out together all the time.

She was incredible. She liked to do girly stuff just like any other college girl, but she also liked doing things that I liked. She was always hanging out in my room watching movies or playing video games with me. She was really attractive too. Terra was short; not like 4 foot or anything, but, you know, short. She had long hair that was originally dark, but had streaks of highlights running through it.

Terra had dark blue eyes and a pretty smile. Her tits were that perfect size that I like. Not too big or too small, just the perfect size for grabbing onto. And, her ass… oh my god. She had such a mouthwatering, round ass. It stuck out from her backside so wonderfully. It was shapely and firm. Every time she would walk out of my room, my eyes would wander all over her.

Tina broke up with me in February, and Terra and I had started hanging out a couple of weeks after. She was always so nice to me and made me feel better about my recent break up.

Spring break was coming up, and all of my friends back home were going to get together and party. Sadly, I didn’t have a way to get home. My parents were originally going to drive up and pick me up, but their work schedules ended up getting in the way. It looked like I was doomed to spend spring break alone in the dorms, but Terra offered to drive me. She had her own car and was going home too. Apparently, my home town wasn’t too far out of the way for her.

So, I gladly accepted and we hit the road. Terra had a really nice car. It was a four-door sedan, but it was a very new model. I figured her parents must be rich if she could afford to have a car like that in college.

The trip was fairly generic. We played a few road trip games, stopped for snacks at a gas station, you know, pretty normal stuff. I lived about four hours from college and Terra lived about six hours Ankara escort away. After nearly four hours, we saw a sign for Stanbury, my hometown. The sign said we were just under twenty miles away.

“Look, we’re almost there,” I said and stretched my arms. The long hours stuck in the car had done its toll.

“Cool,” said Terra. “I didn’t know your town was the set of a 50’s television show.” Terra laughed. The name was incredibly amusing to her.

“Ok, Stanbury might be a lame name, but it’s home. It’s not as lame as you think actually. You could stay for a while if you want. My friends are throwing a party tonight.”

“I would, but I promised I’d be home by evening. So, do you want to pay me now or wait until we stop?” said Terra casually. I almost didn’t notice what she had said.

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to pay me now or later. For the gas.”

“You… you want me to pay?” I said, not fully understanding. I had never gone on a road trip with anyone but my parents.

“Are you serious?” Terra said, a little agitated. “You expected me to drive you all this way and not split the gas? Come on, it’s not even that much.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know,” I said. “I mean I would, except… I kind of don’t have any money.”

Terra turned her head towards me and I could see that she was pretty angry.

“You don’t have any money? Are you fucking kidding me, Matt?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” I said.

“How could you not know? It’s common fucking courtesy.”

“I’m sorry, Terra. I really didn’t know. I’ll make it up to you. I swear.” Terra’s mouth turned into a wicked smile and she looked me up and down.

“You’re right about that, Matt. You are going to make it up to me. In fact, you’re going to make it up to me right now.” Terra turned off of the two lane highway we were driving on and took a dirt road. We went over two hills and then pulled over to the side of the road. We were out in the middle of nowhere.

Terra put the car in park and turned off the engine. She looked over at me and gently licked her bottom lip as she looked me up and down. The lust in her eyes was very apparent. I was starting to get a little excited. Was I going to have sex with Terra? I had fantasized about it a lot. Now, it seemed like it was actually going to happen.

“Get out of the car,” said Terra. I obediently got out and stood next to the passenger side door. Terra got out too and walked around the front of the car towards me. She looked very sexy that day. She was wearing a black tank top and tight jeans that were tucked into a pair of black boots. She walked up to me and gently pushed me backwards.

I started walking backwards. When I had almost reached the trunk, Terra stopped pushing me and opened up the back door. Then she sat down on the seat, facing the door, her feet still on the ground. She motioned for me to come over.

“Get on your knees,” she said. I was getting really turned on by this. I liked a girl to take control. I kneeled beside the car, right between her spread legs. Terra unzipped her pants and slid her hand deep down into her panties, staring at me the whole time. It looked like she was going to start fingering herself.

However, she brought her hand back out and a big dick suddenly flopped out. Terra smiled at my reaction. My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide. Right in front of me was one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen, and it happened to be attached to my friend Terra. I was very much in disbelief. Terra was a shemale. How could I not have known this? Terra continued to smile and wiggled her hips a little, shaking her dick from side to side.

I couldn’t believe that Terra’s cock was so big. It was completely limp, but still put my own cock to shame. I continued to stare, speechless. Terra hooked her thumbs into her waistband, raised her ass off the car seat and slid her jeans and panties down. I watched as she struggled a little getting her tight pants over her big butt then slid them down to her ankles. Her cock was now completely free, a monster hanging down between her legs.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” said Terra. “Suck it.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me.

“Suck it? Terra, I’ve never… never done… that… before.”

“You’ve never sucked a dick before? Then it looks like I’ll be your first,” said Terra. She smiled again.

It seemed that I was in a bit of a dilemma. We were in the middle of nowhere, and I was twenty minutes from home. It’s not like I could just walk away from this. Also, there was the realization that I was still horny.

Seeing Terra’s dick had not reduced my lust, much to my surprise. In fact, I felt myself getting even more turned on while looking at her Terra’s horse cock, swinging between her legs. So, after only a moment of considering, I put all my inhibitions aside and lowered my head towards her crotch.

We had been in the car for a long time, and it was a fairly Etimesgut Escort warm day. I could feel a steamy warmth radiating off of her meaty dick. She must have had it tucked back all day in the hot car. As I got closer, I could smell the hot, pungent scent of it. I looked up again and made eye contact with Terra. She was the nicest, prettiest girl I knew, and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to suck her big cock.

Terra put a hand on the back of my head and pushed it down. I opened my mouth and took in a couple inches of her smelly cock. Tentatively, I started to lick my tongue around her head. Terra started to moan. It was strange hearing such a feminine moan from her while her massive cock was in my mouth. I brought up my right hand and wrapped it around Terra’s dick while I continued to lick.

I started gently stroking. My hand glided across her cock, reaching her balls. I realized that she was completely clean shaven. I could feel Terra start to grow inside my mouth as she slowly became hard. I started stroking harder. Soon, her cock was fully hard. I stopped licking and raised my head so I could get a good look at it.

Fully hard, Terra’s cock was quite the sight. It was an unbelievable 9 inches long. As she sat in the car, her erect cock almost reached the bottom of her breasts. Terra’s cock was unique in that the head was not the biggest part. About two thirds of the way up her dick, the shaft bulged a little then tapered back down as it neared the head. It sort of reminded me of a spear head.

I lowered my head back down, taking several inches of Terra into my mouth. I locked my lips around her shaft and started dipping my head up and down. Terra really seemed to enjoy that and she moaned deeply.

“That’s it, Matt. Suck my cock,” said Terra. Hearing her say that increased my passion and I sucked harder, slurping on her big meat stick.

“Yeah, baby. Suck that big girl-cock.” Terra moaned deeply again. “For never having sucked a dick before you’re doing a hell of a job.” I took a little pride in knowing that. I guess it came easy to me because I just did it how I would want someone to suck me.

“Take all of my cock, Matt. Take it all you filthy cock-whore.” Terra grabbed my head with both of her hands and pushed me down hard, shoving her dick into the back of my throat and holding it there. My eyes shot open and panic was all over my face as I started to gag. Terra pulled out and pushed me deep onto her cock two more times.

I gagged as the head of her dick hit the back of my throat each time. She pulled me off her cock again and aimed my head up towards her face. She put one hand in front of me and made it into a fist.

“Put your thumb underneath all of your other fingers like this and squeeze hard.” I did it just like she showed me. “Good. Now you won’t gag so easily.” Terra pushed my head back down onto her cock and shoved it deep down my throat. To my surprise, I didn’t gag on it this time. Her little trick worked.

Terra then started bucking her hips, bringing her cock back a few inches before ramming it back down my throat. She took complete control of me, roughly fucking my face for the next twenty seconds or so. Then she pushed me off of her cock.

“Stand up,” she said. I gasped for air, but stood up. Terra also stood up beside the car. Her cock was slick from my saliva and I wanted to kneel back down and suck on it some more. Terra shuffled her way behind me, her pants still down around her ankles. She undid my pants and pulled them down as well. Then she pushed my head down a little and forced me into the car. My legs were still outside and I was lying face down on her back seat. My ass was completely exposed on the edge of the seat, and I realized what Terra was going to do.

Terra moved between my legs and spread my ass cheeks with her hands. She spit a big glob of saliva that landed right on my exposed asshole. She worked the spit around my anus a little bit and then I felt her cock pressing against it.

I grit my teeth together as I prepared to get penetrated for the first time by a real cock. As Terra split me open, I felt a sense of panic. Nothing I had ever shoved up my ass had been as big as Terra’s monster cock. Terra gave a small thrust and several inches of her were suddenly buried in my ass. My mouth opened and a loud “Uuuunnngh” escaped my lips.

“Well, well,” said Terra. “That was easier than I expected. Looks like somebody’s done this before.” Terra giggled to herself. “Maybe it’s from all those nights of fucking that dildo you keep in your sock drawer.”

“What? You… you…. How do you know about that?”

“I found it after you passed out while we were watching ‘Office Space’ a few weeks ago. That, and the fact that I share a wall with you. I knew you didn’t have any girls over.” I was a little embarrassed realizing that Terra had been listening to me fucking myself. Thoughts started racing Keçiören Escort through my head, but then Terra pushed a few more inches into me.

My ass felt so stretched. It hurt a little bit, but the sensation was also making me hard. Terra allowed me to adjust to the size of her cock, gently moving it an inch in or out every ten seconds or so. Then she started humping me at a regular pace. My ass was greedily taking in her fat cock and I was loving it. I started moaning lowly.

“Yeah, take that dick, Matt. You love my cock in your ass don’t you?” said Terra.

“Yes. Keep fucking me with that big cock,” I said. I was so turned on that I felt deranged. I couldn’t believe how easily I had taken Terra’s horse cock. But, then I looked over my shoulder so I could watch as Terra drove herself into me. I saw that her cock wasn’t even all the way inside me. That soon changed.

“Are you ready, Matt? Are you ready to get your ass fucked nice and deep?” Terra didn’t wait for me to answer. She plunged the rest of her dick all the way into me. Her balls slapped against my ass as her cock ripped me open. I let out a small scream, but immediately suppressed it. I grabbed the side of the car seat to brace myself as Terra started wildly fucking my ass.

Each thrust shook me as she drove her huge cock deep into my asshole. Her pace was quick and I thought I was starting to have trouble breathing. It felt like she was inside my stomach.

I turned my head to the side and the passenger side mirror caught my eye. From the angle I was at, I could see Terra outside the car fucking me. Her beautiful ass shook with each thrust and her teeth were clenched together. I stared at her body and marveled at how such a beautiful girl could have such a big cock underneath her panties.

Her pace suddenly quickened. She was fucking me as fast and as hard as she could. The pain I was feeling was becoming pleasure. My mouth opened, apparently of its own will, and I started moaning like a bitch.

“Yeeeeeesssss,” said Terra through clenched teeth. “Take it. Take my dick you filthy boy. Let me fuck your man-pussy until I cum inside you.” It was a good thing that we were in the middle of nowhere. The sound of Terra’s thighs and balls slapping against my ass was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. I was in complete ecstasy as Terra slammed into me over and over. Suddenly, she stopped though.

“Sit up,” ordered Terra. She climbed off of me and I turned over. She was still standing just outside the car door so I sat on the edge of the seat. My cock had become completely hard and was now fully exposed.

Terra grabbed her dick and shoved it into my mouth. I was now sucking her cock right after it had fucked my ass. My instincts told me to be grossed out, but there was a strange, bitter-sweet taste to her cock now and I was enjoying how slutty it made me feel. I started sucking on it passionately, slurping it up and down as far as I could go.

“Jerk yourself off,” said Terra. My cock was nearly pulsing it was so hard. I started pumping away at my cock and increased the speed of my sucking. The bulging veins of Terra’s horse cock felt great as they glided over my lips.

Terra was rock hard and she was squeezing with her right breast with her hand. I could tell she was close to cumming. However, it seemed that I was closer. I was jerking my cock so fast that I started cumming in no time. I shot a big load up into the air that sprayed across the inside of Terra’s left thigh.

A few seconds later, Terra’s cock twitched a little. She moaned loudly and started to cum into my mouth. Her balls tucked themselves up a little as a flood of cum shot into my mouth. I swallowed the first load, gulping down the hot liquid, but it was coming faster than I could handle. I tried to keep it all in my mouth, but a lot of it started pouring out the sides, streaming its way down my chin.

I couldn’t believe how much cum Terra was shooting into me. It was like a fire hose had suddenly been turned on. Terra was going crazy, swearing loudly as her dick spasmed again and again.

After I had swallowed almost as much as I thought I could take, she finally stopped cumming. Terra looked down at me, a satisfied expression on her face. Then her face became stern again as she looked at my cum dribbling down her thigh.

“Lick it up,” she ordered and pressed my face into it. I lapped at her soft thigh until all my cum was gone. Then she got bent down close to my face.

“Good boy,” she whispered to me. “You’ve been a very good little cumslut for me.” Then she smiled and pulled up her pants, tucking her dick underneath again. I got dressed too and we both got back in the car.

We didn’t really say much the rest of the way. Now that I wasn’t caught up in the moment anymore, I felt a bit embarrassed, even ashamed of myself. Terra dropped me off at my parents place and got back on the road. I walked in the front door and my mom was waiting for me.

“Matt, I saw you get dropped off. Who was that? Is that your girlfriend? She was pretty. She looked like a keeper.” I mostly just brushed off these questions and went up to my room. The rest of the time I was home, I just kept thinking about what had happened. I mean, did this make me gay? If it did, why wasn’t I attracted to guys?

Thanks everyone for your comments and support. Enjoy!

Part V

Cori stretched lazily on the couch enjoying the stupor preceding awakening. Slowly her senses started to return to her; the lace of her nightgown rubbing her sensitive nipples, the feel of silk on her skin, and a slight throb in her pussy. With a smile she opened her eyes to the soft orange glow of day filling his apartment.

Sitting up to shake out the tangles in her hair, Cori saw her new strap-on holding down a note on the coffee table. ‘Thank you for last night. You are sooooo cute when you sleep! Call me and we’ll set up another tutorial. 555-3593. Sakura.’

The morning flew by in a blur of homework as Cori struggled to focus on the essay in front of her. Finally to actually keep her fingers on the keyboard longer than a paragraph, Cori reluctantly returned to Cory. With more focus, paper was finished a few hours later leaving the afternoon free.

Deciding to clean his apartment in case she brought home anyone from the party, Cory made room for Cori’s new clothes. By the time her purchases were put away, Cory had lost half of his dresser drawers, and a third of his closet to her. With images of Cori dancing in his head, he knew that soon his clothes would be in the minority. Girl’ clothes were just too damn cute!

His organizational reverie was broken by the phone. Someone was downstairs again. Cory’s heart skipped a beat as he was reminded of Sakura from the night before. Shaking her from his mind since he knew it couldn’t be her, he picked up. “Hello!”

“Hey, it’s Danielle!” It was his sister. At nineteen, she had just graduated high school and was taking a year off to work up money for college. Well that’s at least what she told their parents. Cory knew she was broke despite her two jobs.

“Hi Dani, come on up.” He cured hanging up the phone. He had wanted to relax and take his time getting ready for the party tonight, and now that was ruined.

A quick knock at the door sounded Danielle’s arrival. “Hey!” She smiled hugging him tightly. For the first time in his life, Cory felt something different in the embrace. Danielle’s large breast pressing against his chest and sweetly scented perfume brought his blood up.

Pulling away to avoid grazing his quickly stiffening cock against her thigh, he smiled back, just hoping he wasn’t as red as he felt. These feeling where never there before and they were somewhat frightening.

Luckily Danielle didn’t seem to notice. “Mom sent over a care package for her starving baby.” She teased. “Wow, I’ve got to say, the place looks livable.”

“Oh shit, sorry, let me show you around,” he stuttered glad to be able to turn away.

“Welcome, to my hole.” He joked. “A small kitchen and dinning cubicle here, and of course the living room, couch, TV all you really need you know. Down the hall is the bathroom, and last and least my bedroom, complete with bed.”

“Ha! Nice. This place ain’t half bad. And you really do seem to have learned how to pick up after yourself. Mom and I had a bet on how much floor I would be able to see. She one being closest at thirty five percent.” She elbowed him hard, annoyed with his smile. “I lost ten bucks you bastard! How’s the closet space?”

“Okay. No Don-” he yelled as Danielle opened his closet door. There blazing pinks, blues, and every color between, were Cori’s clothes to convict him of his perversions.

“Oh my. Cory I never would have guessed.”

All he could do was stumble over his words trying to find an explanation that wouldn’t ostracize him from the family.

“You finally have a girlfriend! That’s great!” She squealed hugging him again.

Again his senses assaulted him. Her soft, yet firm breasts and now erect nipples pressed hard against him. Her smell was intoxicating, so feminine and wonderful. His hands wrapped around her reciprocating the hug, but fell lower than before, ending on her hips, grazing her ass ever so slightly.

She pulled away leaving him blushing fire engine red. “Aw, I’ve embarrassed you! You’re so cute in red!” she joked.

“No-I mean, I don’t have a girlfriend. Ah, she just stays here from because she… ah, doesn’t have anywhere else!” He said excitingly as the idea came out and sounded half plausible.

“Sure she is,” Danielle continued to tease. “Anywho, I stole the blueberry jam from your care pack. I know you don’t care for it, and it’s too damn pricey for it to go to Ankara escort waste.”

Cory smiled, returning a few shades closer to white.

“Well bro, I’ve got to get going, I’ve got to get ready for a party later on. You guys are so lucky you can just shower and throw on cleans clothes and your done. We women have to primp and pamper and tuck.” She sighed. “Anywho, take care of yourself, and this mystery lady! Nice to see your digs!” And with that the she was gone, leaving Cory confused and now in a panic to get ready for her own party.

Changing back into Cori, she decided to try to relax with a nice shower. As the water warmed up, she scrutinized herself in the mirror. Pulling her gaze away from her chest she saw how different she looked today without the make-up. She was still hot on any scale, but the makeup did wonders in accentuating her features. She could only hope she could duplicate the results.

The warmth of the shower was inviting. It was quite strange how much cooler the apartment felt as a women. Slipping in Cori reveled in the pounding jets of the massage head. After lathering up, she pulled down the hose to rinse off the suds. Whether or not it was only a television stereotype that women used these to masturbate, Cori couldn’t deny the effect the streaming jets of water were having on her.

Slowly she lowered the shower head down her stomach. The warm water flowed down to her pussy, stroking it with its currents. Teasing she twisted it side to side and lowered it closer until she began to pant. Unable to hold back any more, she lowered the head only inches in front of her clit.

The powerful jets knocked the wind from her lungs as it pounded her pussy. Panting heavily, she could only grip harder onto the shower head as she climaxed. Knuckles white, she lost her grip on the head while collapsing into the tub. The now free shower head spinning out of control splashed her intermittently.

“Chalk one up for TV,” she said catching her breath.

Several minutes later, after shaving clean far more skin than she was ever use to, Cori stepped out of the shower. While toweling down, she wondered briefly if her sister ever masturbated with the shower head at home. Filing that question as too weird to think more on, especially with the noticeable effects it was having on her body, Cori slipped into his bedroom to get dressed for the night a head.

Donning a black g-string she pulled out the demon costume. The dark plastic bustier fit like a charm, and the matching pleated mini sat perfectly just passed her ass. Attaching the demon wings to the bustier, Cori ran back to the bathroom mirror. She squealed at her reflection. Her breast looked close to busting out of the shiny mico bustier and it all together dripped sex wickedly.

Her hair was easy. After all, the messy look worked perfectly with her costume. Her makeup however took more time, forcing her to keep it simple with a few pats of foundation, black eye liner and cherry red lipstick.

Happy with the result, she returned to the bedroom to slip on the dark hose. The silky material felt wonderful as it glided up her long legs. Ending half way up the thigh, they made Cori wet just staring at them. Next were the horns. Or they would have been if they were in the package.

“That bitch!” Cori swore. “She stole my fucking horns. What kind of demon am I without horns?”

Part VI

The party was in full swing when Cori arrived after dark. Throwing the door open her entrance was not missed by anyone near. Her raven hair, tangled and crimped hung loosely just above her ample cleavage, which stayed firmly within the bustier despite the prayers of the men in the entrance room.

Her knee high stiletto’s clicked loudly as she strutted in, causing the miniskirt to bounce just enough to give a brief glance at her round ass. Despite the drooling beauty of these features, the thing that caught everyone’s attention the most was her unique horn. In its eight inch glory, the strap on hung securely under her skirt, poking through the front in mock-erection.

Cori smiled at the attention of the men and women around her. A few cried out enthusiastic propositions to her, which she replied by requesting a few drinks first. The night progressed as men both from her fraternity and those she had never seen before, lined up to hit on her. As the drinks they brought to her began to give her a buzz, Çankaya Escort she began flirting more and more.

One, dressed as a school girl, was trying his best to impress her by lavishing on compliments. Flattered, Cori let him put his hand on her bare thigh, enjoying the feeling of his fingers drawing circles. Each circle growing closer to her skirt, sent stronger tingles deep into her pussy.

Feeling the need to move, Cori dragged the him onto the dance floor. Deciding to turn the tables on him, she pressed herself in close, rubbing her ass against his now erect cock. Enthralled in their game of tease, bouncing to the deep beat, she almost missed her suitor telling her he had to hit the washroom. She just smiled and waved him on and continued to dance.

She wasn’t without a dance partner for long, as two sensuous arms wrapped around her from behind. Cori pressed herself back into the mystery person enjoying the friction on her ass. Glancing back she saw a girl dressed in a pin stripe female gangster outfit complete with an Uzi water pistol hanging around her shoulder.

“Your prop is so much better than mine!” the gangster yelled into Cori’s ear.

“Thanks!” Cori winked continuing her grinding against the gangster. Spinning around she continued their grind over top of the plastic phallus.

“Can I suck it?”

Cori taken aback by the girls advance was at a loss of words. Was the girl joking? It was too hard to tell over the loud music. Deciding to be brave, Cori grabbed the gangsters ass tightly, “What kind of sex demon would I be if I didn’t want you to?”

“I think I could use a breath of fresh air, how about you?”

The two made their way outside passed several couples engaged in varying forms of sex, before finally reaching the door. The cold night air sent a shiver down Cori’s body, as they made their way away from the lighted porch and around the side of the building.

Cori could barely see the woman in front of her, so held on tightly to her hand. Half way down the building they stopped and the gangster kissed Cori deeply, desperately, pressing her firmly against the house. Groping hands flew up and down briefly, until the woman dropped to her knees.

“You have a beautiful cock miss demon.”

As the woman took the cock into her mouth, Cori realized the full extent of pleasure that William, and Sakura had felt the day before. The warmth of the woman’s mouth so close to her pelvis and the bouncing pressure of her bobbing head was incredible. She quickly started gasping as her blood rushed faster. Grabbing the woman’s hair, Cori pulled her harder down on to her cock. Inch by inch, the woman’s lips got closer to Cori’s panti clad pussy. The distinct scent of pussy wafted through the air, pushing Cori closer to the brink.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed. “Suck my cock. That’s so fucking good. Keep going!”

The gangster started moaning as her lips reached the base of the cock, pressing hard with each thrust into her mouth.

“I’m going to cum, Oh FUCK I’M CUMMING!!” Cori shuddered with release. Breathing heavily, she pulled the gangster up into a passionate kiss. Emboldened with a newfound sense of power, Cori, spun the woman around so she was now pressed into the wall. Reaching under her skirt, Cori slipped two fingers into her panties pinching the woman’s clit hard.

“Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me with your cock.”

Pulling the sopping panties aside Cori slid the dildo into her tight hole, with little resistance. Kissing her hard, she pumped her pelvis furiously, slamming their bodies together franticly.

“Harder! There! Oh GOD YESSSSSSSS!!!” The woman went stiff in Cori’s arms, then melted in a soft kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered, sliding off the slick phallus. With a final kiss the two parted.

Cori returned to the party, and made her way to the bathroom to straighten herself up. Leaving the washroom, she bumped straight into the guy that had left her on the dance floor. He wasn’t one of the fraternity members, but Cori remembered seeing him around. A friend or brother perhaps. “Hey you,” she said poking him in the stomach.

She couldn’t tell earlier, with his smaller frame and under his schoolgirl shirt, but he had rock hard abs. Looking him up and down again, she was reminded why she was flirting with him earlier. His outfit was very cute. The green and blue paid skirt, cut at the Eryaman Escort thigh, was just a smidgen higher than the stark white pantyhose which sat snugly on his shaven legs.. The shirt was conservative, but was padded generously.

“You look nice in a skirt,” she said leaning against the wall, breathing in deeply to accentuate her breasts.

“Ah, a bit strange,” he laughed.

“They do offer some interesting perks though.”

“Oh?” he said playfully.

Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him back into the bathroom. Still feeling high on power, she pushed him into wall, kissing him deeply. His hands immediately went to work, rubbing her bare ass, squeezing each cheek. Pulling away from his embrace, she gave him a coy smile, and knelt down.

Being shorter, it was easy for her to duck her head below his skirt. He had shaved all his leg hair off! Having fun, Cori began to lick up his leg right up to his white silk panties. Encouraged by his moans, she licked teasingly under the elastic leg holes, careful not to touch his hard cock which was now poking out the top of the panties.

When he was gasping significantly, she licked straight up his hard cock, twirling around the bare tip at the top. Scratching her nails down his shaft, she pulled his member out just enough to follow her hand with her mouth. Using a free hand to pinch and tease his balls, Cori, sucked hard, she bobbed her head deeper down his cock. Reaching the base, she slipped her free hand from his balls, backward to press the tip of her finger against his ass

By this point he could only make a type of shivering noise gasping for breath. When he went curiously quiet, Cori immediately found out why. Exploding with a guttural moan he came deep into her throat. Cori coughed as she felt it’s sticky warmth slide down her throat.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry. It’s just that- Fuck that was amazing!”

Somewhat pissed Cori starred him down. She was going to make him pay for that. “On your knees!”

Obediently, he dropped down, responding to her forceful tone. “I think in penance, you need to do a little cock sucking of your own.”

“What?”

“I said suck my cock. Now!!”

Startled out of his wits the schoolgirl leaned forward tentatively. “Open slut!” She yelled at him. When he finally opened his mouth a bit, she shoved the plastic cock into his mouth. “Now suck!”

He sucked slowly at first, then as he got the hang of it, started to bob with more force. Cori basked in her power of the man, stroking his face and pulling him deeper onto her cock. As the tip pressed into his throat, he began to choke on it. After several valiant attempts by the school girl, Cori gave up and slipped her cock away from his mouth. He looked up to her almost disappointed.

“It seems your not cock sucking material, so we’ll have to find some other way for you to even things up.”

Pushing him to the large sink counter she forced him to double over. “You liked sucking my cock didn’t you?”

“Yes,” he said shyly.

“Good for your honesty, I’m going to make this enjoyable for you too. I’m going to fuck you up that tight little ass of yours.”

She smiled at the panicked look on his face as she pulled down his panties. “Relax, remember your blow job. You’re going to love this.”

With that, she slid the slick cock into his ass. Slowly he took each inch of the plastic cock in. Reaching around she slipped her had under the front of his skirt. “My, my, you are enjoying this aren’t you?”

He moaned yes, as she gripped his penis hard. Holding tightly, she started pumping in and out, stroking his cock with each thrust. “Do you like being fucked like a little slut?” she whispered.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, Fuck me.”

She picked up her pace nearing her own orgasm. Watching herself in the mirror fuck this man dressed as a schoolgirl was incredible. Breathing hard she pumped harder, slapping her pelvis against his ass. With her free hand she reached down to the base of the strap on to switch the vibrator on. With one last thrust, she ground her pussy into his ass, as the powerful vibrations rocked her body into orgasm.

Evidently unfinished, the schoolgirl continued to bounce between her cock and hand throughout Cori’s orgasm until he exploded for a second time into her hand. He winced as she pulled out, than smiled at her.

“Now for us to be even,” she said with a coy smile, lifting her soiled hand to his mouth. “Clean it off!”

He quickly went about licking his cum from her fingers regretting it immediately. “Now, you know,” she said sternly. “Never do that to a girl again!”

Kicking him out of the bathroom, Cori went about cleaning up for the second time. The night was turning out to be much more than she had ever expected!

“David? Are you doing all right?”

“Not really,” he said rather quietly.

His older sister sat down beside him and said, “It’s been nearly four years, David. And you have Sophie to think of. Isn’t it time you tried meeting someone?”

“In principle, yes. I agree completely. But in reality, I…don’t know. I just can’t bring myself to get out there and even look, you know?”

“I do. I get it. Paula was the love of your life. Your soul mate. And it was so unfair to lose her at such a young age. We all loved her. She was amazing. She was funny and smart and…very pretty.”

His sister smiled then said, “I was so envious of her. She was so thin and lithe and yet she never looked like…you know….”

“Like she had some kind of eating disorder?” David said, finally managing a smile.

“Well, okay. I guess that’s what I was driving at. My point is, she just seemed to have it all. I battle with my weight, and I’m very aware I’m not all that attractive. And yet everything seemed to come so easily to your beautiful wife. I’m not saying she didn’t deal with things. We all do. It’s just that I’d have traded my stuff for hers in a minute.”

“You know I love you, right, Krystal?”

“Of course.”

“Then would you do me a big favor and give it a rest? Please?”

His sister smiled then sighed.

“Okay. Sorry. I know you’ll start dating again when it feels like it’s time. My set ups aren’t exactly romantic, I know, but you can’t blame me for trying.”

Krystal paused then said, “It’s none of my business. I just really, really care about you, David.”

“I know, and I love you for it. But until I meet someone—on my own—who makes my heart do somersaults like Paula did, it just won’t work,” he told her in a way that said ‘butt out’ without actually saying it.

“So…no more setting you up with my friends?” she asked, knowing the answer.

“For starters,” her brother told her. “But I do need you to continue being there for me the way you always been. There’s no way I can thank you enough for that. And if Sophie was old enough to put her feelings into words, she’d say the same thing.”

“Hey, I love that little girl like my own. I enjoy being here for her. For both of you.”

Krystal stood up, looked down at her brother, then said, “Hang in there. And please, just promise me you won’t stop looking, okay? I mean, stay open to the possibility of meeting someone. Will you do that for me?”

David smiled and thought about saying how it wasn’t for her but for himself and his daughter. But his sister really had been there through it all from the day they learned that Paula had been taken from them in a drunk-driving accident nearly four years ago ago. Sophie wasn’t quite three months old then and would never know her mother, and that hurt him almost as much as losing the woman he loved.

Krystal was also right about how pretty she was. Paula was both tall and thin. At 5’10” she was barely 120 pounds and wore a size four with ease. David had loved her from the first time he saw her, and when she’d agreed to go out with he vowed he wouldn’t blow it. When she said ‘yes’ to a second date, he promised himself he’d marry her. Six months later he asked her, and six months after that, she’d promised to love him ’til death do us part.

How could either of them have known that death would part them less than two years later? But it had, and since that fateful day, David Sommers had gone it alone. If not for his sister’s help, he’d wondered many times if he’d have been able to make it. And if not for Sophie, he’d wondered just as many times if going on was even worth the effort.

But now he was finally beginning to feel hopeful again. He’d gone out several times with some of Krystal’s friends, but none of them had done anything for him at all. In fact, his first impressions of dating were very negative. It was just such a burden to try and pretend he was having a good time with a woman in whom he had no interest. They’d been pretty enough, he just couldn’t generate romantic feelings for any of them.

That said, he’d recently felt like he might have turned a corner. Maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to start looking for himself. After all, setups were fine, but he knew that in order to find a woman who really interested him, she’d have be to someone he found not just attractive but interesting and pleasant to be with.

As a 35-year old insurance salesman, he knew he wasn’t exactly the bastion of fascination. Yes, he was still a very good-looking guy, but just the mention of what he did for a living could cause nearly anyone’s eyes to glaze over. He was quite good at it, and made a lot of money doing it, but he wasn’t a doctor or a professional athlete or even a sleazy attorney. He sold life insurance and probably always would.

As those thoughts swirled through his mind in an instant, he smiled at his sister and told her, “I won’t give up. I promise.”

He stood up, walked her to the door, and thanked her again for everything she’d done.

“I’m always Ankara Escort here for you, David. So anytime you need anything you just call me, okay?”

He gave her a brotherly hug, kissed her on the cheek, and said, “I will,” before letting her out.

Once he was alone, he sat there and realized he had another weekend to fill, and decided to try and find something to do with Sophie she might enjoy that he wouldn’t dread. The greater Seattle area had a lot of very beautiful parks, and perhaps he’d take her to one of them and spend some time outside on an usually pleasant day. At least that’s what the local weather forecast was calling for, and at that time of year, any day the sun came out was a time to get outside.

And who knew? If people met in bars or even grocery stores, couldn’t they meet in a park? It was unlikely, yes, but he planned to keep his promise to Krystal and at least keep an eye an out.

For now, he was exhausted, and with Sophie sound asleep for the last three hours, all he could think of was going to bed himself. And, as always…Paula.

******

Six months earlier

“Oh, hey, Mom. I didn’t expect you back yet.”

“I got off a little early today,” she said. She looked at him then said, “You’ve been running a lot lately.”

“Yeah. I have. I just finished a pretty decent ten-miler.”

“Honey?” she said.

“Yes?”

“Well, I was wondering if…well…are you…you know….”

Her son looked down for a moment then looked her right in the eye and said, “Yes.”

“Oh, okay,” his mother replied trying to sound nonchalant.

“Are you upset?” he asked.

“Upset? No. Of course not. I…I just thought that, you know, being in the Army for four years might have…cured that.”

“It’s funny, but when I enlisted, I was hoping for the same thing. Deep down, I knew there was nothing wrong with me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I did something super macho, it might just…fix…things.”

“You were a Ranger for three of those years, and spent one of them in Afghanistan. It doesn’t get much more macho than that.”

“Don’t forget the weight lifting, Mom. I was up to 172 pounds at one point, and had around 8% body fat.”

His mother, Kathy Taylor, looked at him and wondered if he even weighed a hundred and fifty, knowing he couldn’t possibly weigh even that much. He’d been running 5-15 miles a day six or seven days a week for months now. And he’d let his hair grow the entire time. So while she’d never asked, she was almost certain he’d either returned to it or was getting ready to.

“I remember, honey,” she told him. “But I want you to know all that matters to me is that you’re happy. I don’t really understand this whole thing, but if it makes you happy, then I’m…okay with it.”

“You know I don’t want to actually be a woman, right?” he told her. “I just like dressing up as one.”

“Yes. I know that. I did quite a bit of reading on the subject when I um, found out about this years ago.”

Brandon Taylor was 25 years old and a senior at the University of Washington. He’d left the Army after four years and come back home to go school shortly after turning 22. With the GI Bill, and by living at home, he’d been able to go to college essentially for free. He also worked part-time, and he’d put most of that money aside once the urge to return to his former…hobby…had returned with a vengeance nearly fourteen months ago.

Since then, he’d stopped lifting and started running and was dieting like never before. He ate the bare minimum his body needed to sustain the running and not a calorie more. In that time, he’d dropped somewhere near 170 pounds to 137. Or at least that’s what the bathroom scale had told him that morning. With any luck, he’d be at his goal weight of 135 within another week, and that’s when he would begin putting a wardrobe together and re-enter life as Brandi Taylor. And at 5′ 9″, he knew that would be thin enough for the look he so desperately wanted to attain. Or perhaps ‘reattain’ was the better word.

Gone was any trace of the definition he’d worked so hard to gain. The body he now had looked nothing like the way it had just over a year ago. He’d been ripped and cut, but now looked almost emaciated with the very important exception that his face didn’t look drawn. In fact, it looked the way he remembered it when he was dressing up in his mother’s clothes years before. It was definitely older, of course, but not in a bad way. In fact, he preferred the more mature, sophisticated appearance looking back at him now to the previous childlike-look of his face before he enlisted.

Brandon was blessed with high cheekbones and long lashes as well as soft, full lips. The first time he’d tried crossdressing, he came in the panties he was wearing when he looked at himself in the mirror. His makeup was awful, but just the more-feminine image had hooked him for life.

He didn’t know that at the time, and later thought perhaps the Army might be enough to Etlik Escort make it all go away, and for some period of time, he’d loved going to the gym. He’d also enjoyed eating the way a bodybuilder has to eat to gain muscle mass, and yet, somewhere in the back of his mind was that thin, lithe ‘girl’ he’d seen so many times screaming to be let back out.

The day the dam burst and she won out was etched in his mind forever. It was as though a switch had been thrown, and the thought of lifting anything heavier than his book bag was out of the question.

He was now finally back to a weight, and more importantly, a size, that he felt comfortable with. He’d been saving his money while spending many, many hours looking at fashion on line to see what women his age were wearing, and dreaming about looking feminine and pretty again.

Soon, he’d be making his first purchases for the things he longed to wear again: bras, panties, stockings, heels, jewelry, and makeup. Just the thought of doing so made him hard for hours, and the anticipation of being able to fit into a size eight again was nearly enough to make him cum.

Eventually, he vowed to be a size six as he’d been back when his mother came home early that day many years ago and found him wearing her things. He smiled every time he thought of it. By then, he’d practiced enough to be able to wear makeup well enough that with his very young skin, he looked so much like an actual girl it blew his mind. And when his mother first saw him, she had to look not once but twice and then a third time to be sure.

Her jaw had dropped, her eyes were open wide in disbelief, and she’d finally said, “Brandon? Is that you?”

He’d been deeply embarrassed and also thrilled beyond measure by the experience. He was too shy to tell his mom he called himself ‘Brandi’ when he was dressed as a girl, but he’d finally admitted it a year or so later.

His mother had been shocked, but to her credit she’d done her level best to understand. Doing so had required taking her son to a therapist, who, to his credit, helped her understand there was nothing wrong with her son. That had helped, but it hadn’t made it easy for her nor had it taken away the guilt her son often felt for being a…pervert. The only thing that had helped was that her husband had left her when Brandon was ten, and without him in the house, she’d been able to let her son ‘do his thing’ as long as she wasn’t home to see it. She’d wanted to be even more understanding, but that additional acceptance had never come.

Brandon was aware of the constant tension in the house, and subconsciously, it had played a role in his decision to enlist. His mother had been beside herself with glee that he wanted to stop this ‘odd behavior’ and yet worried sick because of the war still going on in Afghanistan.

He came home without a scratch on him, and for that, she was beyond grateful. So when he’d started running, a little voice in the back of her mind told her, “You know why, right?”

She’d tried to dismiss it at first, and Brandon had never mentioned it. But today was the day she could no longer pretend. She had to know so she’d asked. She had her answer, and although she would have preferred to hear her son say ‘no’, she already knew the answer had to be ‘yes’.

So now it was up to her to try and be as accepting as she could, and while she wasn’t sure she could fully embrace it, she promised herself she would make an honest effort to be as supportive as she possible could.

Brandon smiled at his mom then said, “I know you did. You’ve always tried to understand. And I’m very grateful for that. I’m sure you’re disappointed to learn the truth, but you know I’ll never lie to you. So when you asked, the only option was to tell you the truth, and the truth is I fully intend to start crossdressing again very soon.”

She smiled back then said, “I will admit to feeling some amount of disappointment, but I want you to know I will really make an effort to understand this time. But that means you need to give me some time to get there, okay?”

“Take as much as you need, Mom. I’m not an in-your-face kind of activist. That’s not my style nor has it ever been. I just prefer to live a quiet, private life, and try and enjoy myself as much as possible.”

“And this is what you enjoy?” she said as much as a statement of fact as a question.

“Very much, Mom. Nothing else has ever made me so happy. I…I feel…I feel complete when I’m dressed like a girl. I can’t explain it. I can only be honest and tell you that’s how it makes me feel.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then you need to be able to be yourself. And as I said, if you can be patient with me, I’ll do my best to understand.”

He went to hug her then pulled back because he was still sweaty.

She smiled and said, “Oh, come here, and hug your mother!”

“Love you, Mom,” he told her as she held him close.

“And I love you, too,” she replied. “And maybe, well, Sincan Escort if you’d like, maybe I could take you shopping sometime?”

“I’d love that, but you don’t have to. I can order everything online now.”

“Oh, right,” she said. “But still, if you’d like to, just let me know. As long as you’re, you know, dressed as…a boy.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he told her, knowing that going out in public with Brandi was too much to expect. “I’ll let you know. For now, I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“What would you like for dinner?” she asked. “Can I make you anything?”

She knew the answer to that question, as well, but had to ask.

“No, thanks. I’ll take care of it when I come back down,” he told her.

Brandon’s diet was the other obvious tipoff. He only ate certain foods and always very carefully weighed portions. He took vitamins and supplements to make sure he was getting the nutrients his body needed, but other than that, he ate so little it scared her—especially with all the running. And yet he seemed perfectly healthy, and he was obviously happy, so she did her best not to worry.

“Okay. I guess I’ll throw something in the microwave for myself,” she said as she watched her now very-thin son walk away, even as she recalled that first time she’d seen him as Brandi.

Those few times she’d seen him dressed as a girl he’d looked so…pretty. He was tall and thin and statuesque, and he’d looked so much like a girl it had truly taken her breath away. Her clothes hadn’t fit him quite right, so the one thing she’d done was to buy him a few outfits he could wear at home when ‘playing dress-up’, her term for what her son loved doing.

*****

Present Day

“Oh, my. Don’t you look pretty!” Brandi’s mom told her.

“Thank you, Mom,” she said sincerely.

Brandi’s mom wasn’t sure what amazed her more. The way her son looked when dressed as a woman or the way he’d nearly perfected a feminine voice over the last few months since telling her he was returning to this hobby of his.

Brandon began building up Brandi’s wardrobe six months ago right after he’d admitted his need to crossdress had returned.

Kathy had been very concerned her son, or ‘part-time daughter’ as she’d playfully called him, would buy the kinds of things that would make him look slutty or ridiculous. And yet each item he showed her was both tasteful and pretty. She’d even helped him choose the first outfit to wear for his coming (back) out party. Well, it wasn’t actually a party. It was just the two of them getting to know one another at home, and Kathy trying to make it all fit in her brain; a brain that still wished her son didn’t have this…proclivity. But he did, so she was bound and determined to learn to accept it, and had spent that evening with Brandi for the first time.

Six months later, seeing him as a woman no longer shocked her or even surprised her. It was actually beginning to be a very pleasant experience; one in which she often felt like she had the daughter she’d always wanted but never had. This change was still a work in progress, but Kathy was now able to accept Brandi as often as she ‘appeared’.

Brandi was sweet, thoughtful, polite, and caring, and after a lot of experimenting with makeup and hairstyles, someone who looked so much like a genetic woman that Kathy honestly couldn’t tell. When Brandon first returned to crossdressing, the voice was a dead giveaway, but Brandi had recently found a pitch that was just as ‘passable’ as her appearance, and the difference was simply stunning. Even when Kathy closed her eyes and listened to Brandi speak, she honestly couldn’t tell it was coming from a man.

That was true to the point that Kathy had agreed to have lunch in public with her new ‘daughter’ about three weeks ago, another huge milestone for her, and no one had had any idea. It wasn’t that people were ignoring the obvious and being polite. It was that Brandi was so convincingly female that it just wasn’t possible to tell.

Other than the voice, the thing that often gave crossdressers away was an Adam’s apple. But Brandon’s was so small, it too, wasn’t noticeable making it a non-issue.

Brandi had also worked on feminine mannerisms to the point where she walked, moved, gestured, and even laughed like a woman. Lastly, her own thick, dark hair was now shoulder length. Brandon could wear it in a ponytail while Brandi could style it beautifully giving her the ‘icing on the cake’ needed to pull everything together to make her look like a beautiful young woman.

“Are you going somewhere, sweetheart?” Kathy asked her beautiful daughter after recalling the past six months in a moment.

“I was thinking about going to the park for a while. Just to relax and maybe do a little reading,” Brandi told her.

“That sounds lovely, sweetie,” her mom said sincerely. “Just be careful, okay? I worry about my daughter being out alone in places like that.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom,” she assured her. “And your daughter is a well-trained former Army Ranger, remember?”

Kathy laughed and said, “Yes, but it’s not easy when I see you look like this.”

The weather was actually quite nice for Seattle this time of year. It was supposed to get up to around 60 degrees with mostly clear skies, a pleasant change from the dark, dreary overcast skies they lived with most of the year.

I must tell you of an experience Daphne and I had one Saturday night.

I know, I know. You’re dying to find out if I ever finally met Daddy. All good come things to those who wait. I really am a sissy tease. Aren’t I?

I think you’ll enjoy this side trip though.

***

It was a lazy Sunday morning. Daphne and I were sipping coffee and nibbling on some danish from a bakery we’d discovered. We were both on strict diets (strongly suggested by Daddy) and on a new regimen of vitamins. Sunday mornings is when we spoiled ourselves though. Sometimes we had a danish or bagels.

Mostly though we were obedient sissies and followed Daddy’s directions, even if they were delivered, not in person, but through texts and emails.

We took the variety of vitamins he had instructed us to take. We did our exercises, mostly yoga and cardio, and in less than a few weeks I had dropped some weight and my body was toner. I hadn’t put on muscle weight but my tummy was flat, my arms were tone and my butt seemed firmer, dare I say ’rounder?’

I knew one thing, I was experiencing sex in a way I’d had before. It was like I was more in tune with my changing body. My nipples were certainly more sensitive and, as strange as it may sound, they also seemed bigger. I asked Daphne but he told me I was imagining things. Truth be known, his seemed bigger too.

The other thing I noticed about both Daphne and I was that we were getting hard as we used to and I worried it was because I was wearing panties 24/7 now. I wondered if I was damaging myself, constricting important nerves or blood vessels. Daphne laughed when I brought the subject up over dinner one night.

He told me I was being silly. He asked if I was suffering from a loss of sensation. Honestly, despite becoming only semi-erect, my penis, my sissy clit was more sensitive than it had ever been.

If Daphne even brushed his soft lips against it shivers would ricochet through my entire body. The slightest flick of his talented tongue or tickle would start the flood gates. Even kissing caused me to moisten my panties!

When we read our naughty stories from Literotica or watched one of our DVD’s, my belly would fill with butterflies and my clit would leak into whatever yummy panties I happened to be wearing.

I didn’t even ‘jerk’ off anymore. I kinda just rubbed myself to orgasm. Speaking of which, my orgasms were also different now. At the peak of sexual release my nipples would stiffen and my body would shake and convulse. My soft clit would feel as if pure electricity was pulsing through it and then I would simply ‘wet’ my panties or hand or Daphne’s sweet mouth. My orgasms were even more powerful now, more mind-blowing, more jolting and exciting. I was cumming like a guy anymore though. I was cumming like a sissy.

I was a sissy. This was my life now. I just had to get used to all the changes Daddy was making to it.

Daphne told me it was just my sissy genes taking over.

Then he reminded me sissies didn’t fuck, we got fucked.

Sissies are submissive.

Sissies are passive.

Sissies wear what they are told to wear.

They do what they are told.

If a sissy is good and submissive, obedient and loyal, he will be rewarded with things like perfume or jewelry, pretty clothes and sexy or cute underthings.

A naughty sissy will be punished in a way determined by his man. Spanking was the preferred manner but there were other ways.

Simply put, a sissy’s role is to please their men…their daddies and then wait to be fucked. It was the same in every movie watched and in every naughty story we read to one another on Story Night.

Those were the rules and I did understand them. I was excited about them. I was anxious because I was doing all this work (happily) but still hadn’t met Daddy. I was trying to be patient but it was getting harder and harder to stay focused on all my lessons and regimens.

Daphne reminded me that as sissies we didn’t need our rock hard cocks to feel pleasure. All we needed was fingers, lips and tongues and, occasionally, a vibrating friend. Then he said that when I was fucked though, when I finally felt a man’s hard cock (Daddy’s?) thrusting into me, touching parts of me in a way I’d never experienced, I would know what true pleasure was. He told me, as he hugged me tenderly, that when Daddy fucked me and took my sissy cherry, all my questions would be answered, all my doubts would disappear and I would understand who I was meant to be.

Then we climbed into bed, naked, wet and hungry for sissy sex.

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That morning, as we nibbled on our large raspberry danish and sipped our coffee from our princess mugs, Daphne looked at me from across the small table in our breakfast nook. He had this mischievous smirk and twinkle in his eyes.

We ate silently but there was this…energy…I guess you’d say…hanging in the air.

The only clothes either of us were wearing were soft cotton nightshirts. There were a long slit up the sides on both nightshirts Ankara Escort and it was obvious neither of us were wearing underwear. Sometimes underwear just gets in the way.

You know what I’m talking about.

My nightshirt had the word SLEEPYHEAD printed across the chest. It was short and the hem came to just above my knees.

Daphne’s nightshirt was bubblegum pink with black trim. There were no words or cartoon characters on his. It was much shorter than mine though, and when he turned his body I could see a hint of cheek. Daphne’s nightshirt was meant to be worn with matching bottoms. This was a bottom-free morning though. Well, so to speak.

I asked what was up and he said it was nothing. I kicked him playfully under the table and asked again.

‘What?!”

He dismissed me, saying I wouldn’t be interested and sipped his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine.

I got up and started tickling him. He begged me to stop. I asked him what he thinking about but he still refused to tell me. When he fell onto the floor and said he was about to pee himself, begging me to stop, I said told him I’d stop when he told me what he’d been grinning about.

In between deep breaths and giggles, Daphne said he had an idea about an adventure we could have. It would be fun but there was also a little danger involved.

Fun and danger? I was in!

“I’m always up for some fun,” I said, “And danger.”

I helped him up and he took my hand. We started walking towards the bedroom and he let me get a few steps ahead of him. Suddenly he delivered a playful spank to my bare bottom. I squealed and he laughed.

“That’s for almost making me pee myself,” he said.

I did love a good spank. What sissy doesn’t though, right?

I tried to return the ‘favor’ but he ran past me into the bedroom. I followed closely and tackled him onto our bed. I quickly pulled him over my lap. I yanked up his nightshirt and put my hand on the small of his back, holding him in place. Daphne begged me not to do what I was about to do but I told him he had it coming.

Then I spanked his bottom until he was writhing on my lap, red-faced and begging me to stop. Finally I stopped and let Daphne roll over onto the bed next to me. He was on his stomach still trying to catch his breath.

His cheeks, his smooth sexy cheeks were now pink. The white imprint of my hand clear on each of his tender globes. When we spanked one another we never bruised. It was about pain. It was just one of the sissy games we liked to play.

We’d both seen our shares of movies and read many stories in which sissy boys are put over their daddy’s lap. I wanted to experience that. I wanted to lie across Daddy’s lap and feel his hard cock under me. I wanted to feel his fingers slip into the waistband of my panties. I wanted to feel cool air whisper across my quivering cheeks, waiting for the first swat.

That was just one of the recurring dreams I had about the daddy I still hadn’t met but who was continuing to change my very being every day.

Daphne’s breathing slowed. I kissed each of his cheeks tenderly. He rolled over and we lie there, side by side.

Daphne began to tell me about his plans but we both realized we were too distracted. Neither of us were wearing underwear and our nightshirts, as short as they were, had shifted, exposing our bellies and wet goodies. The spanking had shifted things into another gear as well.

I sat up on the bed and removed my nightshirt. My nipples were standing straight out from my large areola like pencil erasers. Daphne sat up and took off his top. His puffy boi breasts were as swollen as mine.

I leaned over and took an engorged nipple in my mouth. I circled my tongue around it as my hand slipped around to the small of his back. We shifted together and he pushed his chest out to me, offering himself to me. I switched to his other nubbin, sliding my tongue across his body. I kissed it and flicked my tongue against the tip. Daphne purred.

Then we kissed and he lowered his head to my chest. His talented mouth covered each of my boi breasts, alternating back and forth. His warm breath against my ultra-sensitive skin opened the flood gates and my clit began to leak.

We got into a 69 and took each other into our mouths. There wasn’t time for any foreplay. We were both too agitated and there was a big day ahead.

We sucked until our clits twitched. I braced myself. Daphne shot his load down my throat just as I came in his. Neither of us missed a drop. We rolled over onto our backs as our clits, wet and sticky, shrank.

‘Yummy,” was all I said.

“You’re really good at that, you know?” Daphne said as more of a statement than question.

“I had a great teacher,” I said pressing my glazed lips onto his. We kissed but after a few seconds Daphne broke off.

“We have a lot to do today. We’ll play later.”

“Promise?” I asked with a pout.

“I promise.”

We cleaned up and got dressed. Daphne called our look Demetevler Escort ‘sissy casual.’

We were both wearing classic style panties. Mine were hot pink. Daphne’s were yellow and lime green pinstriped. We had on tight tees. We were both wearing leggings. I chose a jean jacket and Daphne decided on a long sweatshirt. I put on a pink denim baseball cap. Daphne pulled his hair back in a pony and secured it with a scrunchie.

We headed out of our apartment and into bright light of mid-morning. It was going to be a glorious day.

We ran into some friends who had become used to seeing us dressed in more feminine attire. Again, we were very lucky to be living in such an accepting time period. Our girl friends and classmates were excited for us and always willing to share tips about hair, makeup and clothes.

Our guy friends were, to say the least, intrigued by our new appearances. Every now and then I’d catch Hector or Mike staring at me with interesting smiles on their faces.

I wondered if they were just trying to work things out or were actually flirting with us.

I wondered if either one of them was sissy curious. You never know.

Daphne and I picked up coffees at our favorite spot. We flirted with the handsome barista and let a man hold the door for us. Then we headed for the bus stop.

We boarded the bus, Number 69, and sat near a large man who was reading the paper. I caught him twice peering over the top of his USA Today. Our eyes met and I smiled at him. He blushed then quickly ducked back down behind his paper.

We took a bus across town.

When I saw where Daphne intended to take me, my curiosity and excitement grew. Our destination was a costume store!

We were like two kids in a candy store. We marveled at all the wonderful costumes and masks.

At one point I found myself in a section of costumes based on fairytale and nursery rhyme characters.

I got lost in the long aisle filled with racks and racks of petticoats and pinafores, tulle and ruffles and lace. I could see myself wearing all of them, twirling, feeling the air rush up under my petticoats and tickle my smooth legs.

There was a Goldilocks costume which caught my attention. The short yellow skirt floated on a cloud of white, lacy petticoats. It was very sweet and a little naughty.

Then I saw it! On another rack just a few feet away.

It was an adult-sized version of a child’s pageant dress. It looked like a cupcake but instead of icing it was decorated with yummy ruffles and bows. It too had a high waist, puffed sleeves and was intended to float on a cloud of petticoats. The accessories included ruffled anklets and MaryJane shoes with a three inch heel. I didn’t see that the costume came with ruffled panties but that could be remedied very easily.

Of course the costume was intended to be worn by an older teen or younger woman. There was nothing in the rules that said a sissy who dreamed of wearing such a puerile fantasy couldn’t indulge his deepest desires. It would fit me, of that I was certain.

It was then Daphne grabbed me by the hand and pulled me from the aisle and from my sissy daydreams.

“We’ll check those out when Halloween rolls around,” he said grinning.

“Really?” I asked excitedly.

“Really,” he said squeezing my hand.

We bought what we came for and headed back out into the world. We had two more stops. The first was the Goodwill (a sissy’s best friend when it comes to clothes and shoes) and the second was a Walgreen’s for some makeup and other girly accessories.

After a yummy shower and a touch up with a razor we headed to the bedroom to dress for our adventure. We dried off and powdered ourselves with a sweet-smelling talc.

We laid out our costumes and accessories for our adventure. I felt like a spy preparing for a mission. I picked up the wig I’d be wearing.

Before I slipped into my panties Daphne prepped my boi pussy for one of my vibrating toys. He said that having a toy inside me would enhance everything I was about to experience. I asked him if he would have one inside his boi pussy and he told me no. He said the day was all about me.

When I asked him again about where we were going he only said, ‘You’ll see, you’ll see.”

Talk about your sissy teases!

Daphne greased his fingers with our favorite lube and then proceeded to slide them in and out of my pink pucker. I cooed happily. I kissed his neck. When he tapped my shoulder I turned, bent slightly and spread my cheeks for him. My pink toy slid in all the way to the base and I moaned loudly. Daphne picked up the remote which accompanied my toy and turned the dial to 3.

I gasped and turned quickly to him. He had a mischievous grin and said, “Just wanted to make sure the batteries worked.”

“Yeah,” I said catching my breath,” They’re working fine.”

It was then we discovered we were too turned on by our anal prep to finish dressing. We decided to relieve some of the Eryaman Escort pressure before we exploded at the wrong time.

We gave each other a quick blowjob. It was more about practicality than pleasure at the moment. We had to stay focused on the evening’s plans. I sucked Daphne’s clit and he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all and licked my lips. Then he took me in his mouth. I came quickly.

With our obvious sexual tension relieved, and confident we wouldn’t be tenting our panties, we cleaned each other up with baby wipes and continued dressing.

Daphne showed me how to apply my new eyeliner and mascara. I was getting better but would keep practicing. I only wore makeup when we went to the club.

At times I still felt like a clumsy boy playing at his mommy’s makeup table. Daphne was always supportive and said I was doing fine.

When he was done, my lashes looked thicker and longer. I practiced batting them at an imaginary man across some imaginary bar, flirting with him with hopes of him offering me his hard cock.

Daphne added the lightest touch of blush and lipgloss.

Then he fixed my wig onto my hair. The bright pink wig had straight bangs and went to my shoulders. I looked at my reflection. I didn’t look at all like me. My eyes were smoky and gave me a hard edge. I looked like a punk skater girl. I looked like a girl in a rock video. I looked like a club girl and I liked it. It was a whole new look for me. I wasn’t wearing a shirt and only my flat boi chest gave me away.

Daphne’s wig was bright blue. It was styled in a pixie cut. It totally changed the shape of his face which was made up to perfection.

Wearing just our panties and wigs, we walked over to the full length mirror in the corner of our bedroom. We looked stunning. We were blending the line between pretty bois and boyish girls. Daphne called it ‘drag light.’

For our ‘costumes’ we decided to dress what Daphne called ‘sugar and spice.’ It was an idea he’d gotten from watching one of the movies he owned.

In the movie the two sissy boi main characters adopted new personas when they entertained men. Kyle/Kylie became the sweet and innocent ‘Kitten’ and his sissy sister Dawn became the devilish ‘Tawny.’

Kitten dressed in a school girl uniform. He wore saddle shoes, a sassy little skirt and virginal white cotton panties.

Tawny dressed in leather and lace and his makeup reflected his Hellcat aggressiveness.

I liked the idea and we ran with it.

Daphne chose a pair of white cotton hipster panties for me. The soft cotton was decorated with rainbows and unicorns. He also selected white knee socks. The saddle shoes had been purchased at the Goodwill. They were tight but they fit and we absolutely the cherry on top of my costume. Plus they only cost three dollars! Who could pass that up?

I put on a tight tee with the word SPANKABLE emblazoned across the front in pink block lettering.

I didn’t own a plaid skirt so we decided on some tartan shorts. The tight girl shorts hugged my bottom perfectly.

If I hadn’t mentioned I was beginning to notice how all my clothes were fitting me better now. My panties now stretched across my rounded bottom better than they had when I first started dressing. The plaid shorts were the same. There was no sign of any male bulge and from the waist down I looked like a girl.

It was decided I’d be a St. Gwen’s girl for the day. Mostly because the school blazer we’d found at the Goodwill had a flowery, gold encrusted emblem on the lapel which said ST. GWENDOLYN’S.

I kinda liked that and I knew there were many men who liked the whole school girl thing. There were even men who liked the idea of seeing a cute boi dressed up like a school girl. Trust me. I’d been to the websites and seen the movies. A cute boi in a plaid skirt or jumper and white cotton panties can make any man cream his pants. We’d just have to see what kind of reactions I’d get.

I checked myself in the full length mirror. I turned in a slow circle to inspect every detail of my secret adventure costume. I was pleased. So was Daphne. I looked exactly like he’d imagined I would.

I did look like a mod version of a school girl…a naughty school girl. You know the kind who was always in trouble and either in detention where she’d suck the teacher’s cock to pass the time. The kind of petulant little tease who’d eventually find herself stretched across the headmaster’s lap bracing for a sound spanking. After, her cheeks reddened and stinging, she sucked the headmaster’s aching cock and promise to be good.

I had all sorts of ideas for the character I’d be playing. Daphne asked me my name and I said ‘Claudia.” I have no idea where that came from.

Claudia was a bad girl. Oh yeah, despite her puerile appearance, Claudia was a bad, bad girl. A bad girl with a secret (wink wink)

Daphne was going to play the ‘spice’ role in our Sugar and Spice scenario. He told me his character was a bad girl named TRICIA.

He was wearing scarlet red silk lace bikini panties, matching thigh high stockings and a garter belt. I helped him put on his matching bustier.

He took a deep breath as I tightened the laces of his sexy corset. His waist began narrowing. Finally I stepped back and marveled at his hour glass figure. He looked so feminine. His ass, which always looked sexy, looked fuller and rounder.

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Chapter 9: The Final Four

Part 2

Sunday with Miss Robin

I woke on Sunday morning and all I could think about was Arizona winning the basketball game and then I remembered that my Sunday would be with Miss Robin. My ass remembered the last time she had used her paddle on me and I was not looking forward to any more of that. She knew what she was doing with corporal punishment.

I went through my now normal routine. I got out of my night gown and corset, cleaned my sissy cunt 3 times and jumped into the shower. The breast forms were still glued tightly to my chest but I was getting tired of wearing them. I had a new understanding of how much weight a set of nice breasts put on a woman’s body and it can get uncomfortable.

When I finished my cleaning chores, I found Miss Rachel lounging in our bed with a cup of coffee.

“Miss Robin wants you dressed as an Easter Bunny to start your day.”

I had forgotten that it was Easter.

On the chair was a complete pink bunny costume that would cover me from head to toe in fur. I didn’t know just yet how much thought went into this costume but I was impressed already.

“We first need to get you laced up.” Miss Rachel broke my trance.

Miss Rachel had me grab the door frame and she wrapped a heavily boned pink corset around my middle. Once she started lacing me up it became clear that the bones of this corset were not just to help me get a smaller waist. As the laces got tighter my chest was pushed forward and my hips came back. I had a definite “S” curve to my body when Miss Rachel was done lacing me up. My breasts were very forward and my butt was pushed back like I wanted to be fucked from behind. I was a bit surprised that the corset had no breast support for my glued on tits.

“You won’t need any makeup to start the day.”

Miss Rachel helped me step into the bunny costume and started working it up my body.

“Most Easter Bunny costumes are very baggy and don’t show off the shape of the pretty girl inside the costume. Miss Robin wanted it clear that you were not a man under all this fur so she modified the costume to be rather form fitting.”

As the costume was worked up my legs I had to put them together tightly.

“The bottom is really a hobble skirt and you will not be able to walk, just hop.” Miss Rachel explained.

As the costume was worked over my butt Miss Rachel worked a vibrating butt plug up my sissy cunt similar to the Playboy Bunny costume tail. I knew what that meant; every time my tail was bumped I would be getting a little buzz.

Getting my arms inside the sleeves turned out to be a big challenge. Inside the arms of the costume Miss Robin had sewn in fiberglass stays that would keep my arms in front of me in a bunny holding a basket position. The stays could be bent straight, but it took a lot of force and my arms could not stay straight for more that a few seconds before it became very uncomfortable. My hands were in bunny paws that kept my thumb tight against my hand. I could just curl my fingers around a basket handle.

Miss Rachel started the final assault on getting me installed in the costume and began to zip me up. To say it was tight would be an understatement. She had to pull and tug quite a bit to get it zipped all the way up.

“Take a look in the mirror your wascally wabbit!”

It was innocent and lewd at the same time. The costume was clearly a bunny costume but it also made it very clear that the wearer had a very womanly shape. Little kids would think Easter Bunny but men would think Jessica from the Roger Rabbit movie. There was even extra padding in the hips and butt to make that much more pronounced. The fur in the bust of the costume was a slightly lighter shade of pink and was a bit longer. The effect was to scream “Look at my tits!”.

“Hop around a bit.”

I hopped around for a minute and Miss Rachel thought it was adorable. It made my breasts bounce up and down and further scream “Look at my tits!”. I sure wished the corset had more support for the breast forms as the weight of my breasts was very noticeable after so many hours.

“Now for the bunny head.” Miss Rachel said and broke my trance.

The head had also been modified. Inside Miss Robin had installed a penis gag complete Ankara Escort with a sperm reservoir. Miss Rachel buckled a strap around my head to hold the gag in tightly. It was not a long cock, but very thick. It was more than enough to fill my mouth.

“There is a little momentum pump in the bunny head. When you hop around the movement will make the piston slide back and forth and that will keep a pretty steady supply of sperm pumping into your mouth. It is designed to spurt just like a real cock during climax. As you hop around the pump will build up pressure and when there is enough pressure the cock will cum hard. You will have to pay attention because the force of the ejaculation will hit the back of your throat hard. Make sure you swallow it all, you don’t want Miss Robin’s kids to see a stream of cum leaking out of the Easter Bunny’s mouth!”

Miss Rachel zipped up the back of the hidden zipper after attaching the bunny head to the neck of the costume using Velcro strips. Once everything was in place you could not tell that costume head was a separate piece.

It was time to go, Miss Robin and her family had gone to a sunrise Easter service and I was to be at the house when the kids got home. I hopped to the garage and each hop made my breasts forms jump around wildly and the piston pumped sperm into my mouth. The tip of the penis gag placed the sperm on my tongue and I got a good taste as I swallowed it down. It was leaking a bit all the time just like pre-cum from a real cock. When it shot off the first time I thought I would choke as the force of the sperm hitting my throat made me gag. It was kind of hard to coordinate everything. Hopping with my arms held up in front of me, my butt pushed back, my titties flopping around on my chest and swallowing the sperm that was being pumped into my mouth.

I hopped over to Miss Rachel’s car not knowing how I was going to get into it.

“Not my car silly rabbit, we are going to take Miss Meredith’s convertible!”

As the garage door opened I could see that Miss Meredith’s corvette convertible was in our drive. I hated that bitch and I knew I would pay some huge price for using her car. She had delivered the car while I was in the shower and the top was already down.

As we drove off Miss Rachel told me to be sure and wave to all the boys and girls we passed on this fine Easter morning. I couldn’t believe how excited the kids got to see the Easter Bunny driving around in a corvette convertible and I kept waving as they tugged on the parents to make sure that they saw the Easter Bunny also. I wondered what the adults would think if they knew I was sucking down sperm and had a vibrating butt plug in my sissy cunt. Even the motion of the car pumped sperm during the ride.

Once we got to Miss Robin’s house we went around back. Miss Robin had everything set up, Easter baskets for the kids and decorated Easter eggs for us to hide. My job when the kids got home was to hop over to them and give each one their basket and then hop around helping them with the Easter egg hunt. Miss Rachel’s job was to film everything with a camcorder. My Easter Bunny escapades would be copied and all the girls would get a tape. On the surface it would look pretty innocent but they all would know what was going on inside the costume and that I was eating a sperm breakfast as I hopped around.

The kids had a blast hunting for the Easter eggs with the Easter Bunny, so they went inside while I hid them again and held a second hunt and I began to wonder how much sperm they had loaded into the mask, because there was always more to swallow as I hopped around.

“Ok kids, time to get changed and let the Easter Bunny go and visit some other boys and girls.”

The kids went inside to change out of their matching Easter dresses and when they were out of sight I hopped inside and went to the guest room. Once there Miss Rachel and Miss Robin started the process of getting me out of the costume. I was very grateful to have the penis gag removed but the best part was when my arms were out of the sleeves with the fiberglass stays. It felt so good to let my arms drop to my side. It took just as long to get out of it as it took to get in. Miss Robin did not replace my butt plug and it felt very strange not to have anything in my sissy cunt. Just as I was stepping out of the costume legs Miss Vanessa came in.

“Is that silly cunt available yet?”

“Why yes she is, but I haven’t got her dressed for the next part of her day.” Miss Robin answered.

“That would take more time than the men can stand. Miss Vanessa told her daughter.”

“I am taking the kids for the day so that Robin can have all day to play with you, her stupid cunt, so I need to get a turn before I go.” She informed me.

Miss Rachel left the room and told me goodbye, she was going home now and was planning to have Easter diner with her family. She would tell them that I had spent so much time on basketball that I had to go in to Keçiören Escort work and finish a key project. Everyone would believe a college basketball nut like me could get into just such a position. Her family would make plenty of comments about Miss Rachel not deserving to be a “basketball widow”. Little did they know what real trouble my basketball obsession had created for me! Miss Rachel would be back to collect me when Miss Robin was done with my sissy ass.

Miss Vanessa placed me on my knees in front of an easy chair and then covered my eyes with a blindfold.

“Suck!” was all she said after a moment and I leaned forward and found a pussy in front of me.

I placed my lips on Miss Vanessa’s pussy and started licking.

“I said suck not lick you worthless cunt!”

I placed my lips on her pussy to form a seal and started sucking. It only took a few seconds and sperm started flowing. A second after that I started gagging and pulled back.

“I said suck you stupid sissy cunt, can’t you do anything right?”

I started sucking again and it was even worse than my first taste.

“Robin’s father has the rankest sperm on the planet. I call him the “Old Goat” because it is the foulest sperm imaginable. He loves blowjobs but I always make him wear a condom because I can’t stand the putrid stuff. When I knew this day was coming I started giving him a blow job every couple of days and I collected all his cum from the condoms just for you Stephanie!”

“Thank you Miss Vanessa.” I said reluctantly.

“I know that you don’t mean it cunt, but I don’t care I just am getting off knowing how rank his cum must taste even if it is coming from my pussy. I even fucked him this morning before coming over and then I added all that I had collected. I shoved the frozen sperm icicles in my pussy and they will be melting while you suck down his spunk. There must be 10 loads of the Old Goat’s nasty sperm up there for you to suck out! Now get to sucking you stupid fucking cunt.”

I went back to sucking but kept gagging.

“Is that stupid cunt sucking you pussy right?” I heard Miss Robin ask.

“The cunt is not showing much enthusiasm for sucking down the ‘Old Goat’s spunk!” Miss Vanessa answered.

“Well the girls are gone with the men and I can give our stupid sissy cunt some encouragement!”

A split second later I felt the first blow of a leather flogger on my bare ass.

“Owwww” I cried out as my face was pushed back into the rank pussy I was eating by the blow.

“That’s much better; keep flogging the brainless cunt’s ass with your toy and I don’t care if she screams against my pussy, it will just give me some vibration to go with the sucking!”

“I love the way this corset makes her ass stick out, it is perfect for flogging!” Miss Robin stated.

I kept sucking the nasty sperm out of Miss Vanessa’s pussy as Miss Robin worked on my ass. She was not hitting like she could (I remember how hard she could swing a paddle from when we played teacher and cheating student), Miss Robin was just using the flogger to make my entire ass burn.

I kept sucking the sperm from Miss Vanessa’s pussy and when it started to get cleaned up and I was sucking down mostly pussy juice she said “Lick”. I started licking her pussy and tongue fucking her as far as my tongue could reach and when she opened up a bit more I made trips to her clit with the tip of my tongue. The whole time Miss Robin kept working on my ass with the flogger to keep me on fire. I was good at eating pussy before but by now I had spent so much time orally worshiping my mistresses that I was very good at it. It didn’t take long for her to start shaking and having an orgasm. Her legs clamped around my head and Miss Robin kept working the flogger on my ass. She was very good with it and my entire backside was one burning hot surface.

“Stop you stupid cunt, can’t you tell I am done!”

I stopped licking her pussy but did not bother to explain that there was no way I was going to stop eating her pussy as long as her daughter was lighting up my ass. Miss Robin relented and once Miss Vanessa had composed herself the blindfold was removed.

“You are going to have a long day cunt and we are going to go back to the basics of being a girl. We are going to remove your big girl titties and let you start out being a young girl.” Miss Robin stated.

First it was off with the corset and I could stand up normally and then Miss Robin used the adhesive remover to soften the bond between my skin and the breast forms. In about 5 minutes I was flat chested again. While she was working I looked at my ass in the mirror and it was bright red over the entire surface. Next I was sat down at the dressing table and she showed me how to use the fingernail polish remover to clean my nails and soften the adhesive so the nail extensions could be removed. Soon I was a normal naked male if you didn’t count the chastity cage on my cock.

Miss Kızılay Escort Vanessa was leaving to catch up with the others and Miss Robin insisted that I thank her for my present.

“Thank you Miss Vanessa for bringing me all that sperm in your wonderful pussy.”

“Your welcome cunt and I can get more of the foul shit anytime you like! Lord knows nobody else wants the crap. You better take good care of my daughter today or I will come back and show you how I treat a stupid cunt like you.”

“Yes Miss Vanessa, I will do whatever Miss Robin asks of me!”

In public these two women were always perfect ladies but in private they had two of the foulest mouths I had ever heard, man or woman. And nobody who knew their public persona would believe what dominate sex machines they were in private.

Miss Vanessa kissed her daughter on the cheek and left us alone.

“Time to get you dressed cunt!”

My next dress was appropriate for a 10 year old. First I put on a pair of little girl panties with pink flowers and ribbons, next a pair of bloomers that covered me down to my knees. Next there was a simple slip and then several petticoats. A gingham jumper that had little daisies on the chest and went to just above the petticoats was next. A white apron with ruffles went on over the gingham dress. It was a full length apron with shoulder straps and a waist strap that Miss Robin tied in a big bow. For my feet there were ankle socks with little kitties on them and black “Mary Jane’s”. I had no idea that you could buy Mary Jane’s in my size. Miss Robin put a blonde wig with curls that cascaded down my back on my head and then tied a satin ribbon abound my head and hair in a big bow.

On a 10 year old girl the outfit would be very cute; on a normal height man it was obscene.

“I am glad you’re home from school Sissy, I have a snack in the kitchen and then we will work on your homework.”

I knew I was onto our next role playing game. Miss Robin was my mommy and I was her little girl getting home from school. Miss Robin spent a lot of time dreaming up these role playing games and it was impressive how much thought she put into them.

“Thank you Mommy.”

“I am not your mommy you stupid child I am you nanny and you will get five strokes for that stupid mistake later! You are to call me Nanny Robin.”

“Yes Nanny Robin, sorry Nanny Robin!” I tried to apologize.

We went to the kitchen and Nanny Robin set out a dish with 3 chocolate chip cookies on it and a glass of white liquid than I knew was sperm even before I looked at it. I dutifully dunked my cookies and ate them and when I was done with them drank down the rest of the sperm.

“Now that you have had your snack we need to work on your history. Your teacher says that you are slacking off and no child under my direction will do poorly on their studies.”

Nanny Robin had me sit at a child’s table and she handed me a “My Little Ponies” notebook and a “Barbie” pencil to write my answers with.

“Today’s studies are about the Louisiana Purchase shall we begin?”

“Yes Nanny Robin.”

I was pretty good in History but had not read any text books on it in years.

“What year was the Louisiana Purchase?”

“What was the name of the native American guide that assisted Louis and Clark on their expedition?”

And so it went for 100 questions. When Nanny Robin was done asking questions she graded my work. As she graded my paper she tapped her foot in frustration and made dramatic marks on the paper.

“Sissy you lazy child, you missed 45 questions and that is failing. I will have to punish you for this terrible performance in order to motivate you in your studies!”

Nanny Robin had me pull down my bloomers and panties, then lean over and touch my toes.

“After each swat you will resume this position. You have earned 45 stripes and when we are done with that, I will re-ask all the questions you missed and continue to give you a stripe for each wrong answer. To help with your math skills, I want you to keep track of the stripes and after each strike, state the number and thank me. Do you understand Sissy?”

“Yes Nanny Robin.”

The implement of these stripes was a 30 inch rattan stick that was only 1/8 of and inch in diameter. I figured that it would not hurt much, stupid assumption.

I heard a slight wind sound and then a jolt shot through my pain receptors as the slender piece of word struck home on my already red bottom. I was overloaded and just as I was about to count it out a second stripe was applied.

“Two, Nanny Robin.”

“That was not two strokes Sissy, it was one because you didn’t count the first one like I instructed. We will have to start over.” She said in a mater-of-fact tone.

“Yes Nanny Robin!”

Swish, “One, Nanny Robin”.

Swish, “Two, Nanny Robin”.

And so it went for 45 wrong answers alternating ass cheeks on each stroke. When I called out number 45 tears were running down my face and dripping on my shoes.

“45 is an odd number, so to keep both cheeks the same I will give one more to the left cheek.”

Swish, “Forty Six Nanny Robin”.

“And I forgot about the 5 extra stripes for calling me Mommy.”

Swish, “Forty Seven Nanny Robin”.

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“Şarj aleti için teşekkürler:)&Merhaba arkadaşlar..sizlere inanması zor ama gerçek hikayemi anlatmak istiyorum .. tabi ki isimler ve mekanlar farklı olacaktır .. bu yüzden rastlantı olabilecek yerlere ve isimlere takılmayınız…21 yaşındaydım..teyzem ise 39 .. eşiyle problemli bir evlilik sürdüren ve 2 çocuğu bulunan teyzem diğer hikayelerdeki gibi harika sex için yaratılmış vücut ölçülerine sahip olmasa da bir erkeği baştan çıkarabilecek vücuda sahipti..kuzenim benden 1 yaş büyüktü ve onunla çok iyi vakit geçirirdik .. hatta o kadar samimiydik ki evde yalnız kaldığımız zamanlar porno açar birlikte seyreder ve masturbasyon yapardık .. yine evde olduğumuz bir gün elizabethle olan ilişkimizin doruğundayken zil çaldı ve kuzenim sen toparlan ben kapıya bakıyorum deyip dışarı çıktı .. yalnız çok geçti teyzem çoktan kapıyı açmış içeri girmiş kuzenimin yanından içeri bakıyordu ve eşofmanımdaki şişkinliği görmemesi için kör olması gerekirdi .. ben bilgisayarın başında ayakta dururken gözlerini bi kaç saniye baktıktan sonra kaçırdı ve ben çay demlemeye gidiyorum birazdan içeri gelirsiniz içersiniz dedi .. hiç bir yorum yapmadı .. kuzenim oalyı anlamış olacak ki bozuldu ve bana trip atarak banyoya gitti..ne yapacağımı şaşırmıştım.ne diyeceğimi de bilmiyordum açıkçası .. en iyisi yanına gidip hiç birşey olmamış gibi davranmaktı.. mutfağa geçtiğimde tezgahın başında cattle a su koymuş kaynamasını beklerken çaydanlığı hazırlıyordu .. ben kolay gelsin diyebildim sadece .. gerisi boğazımda düğümlendi .. gelen cevap sana kolay gelmiş zaten ( ve yanında sinsi bir gülümseme ile ) olunca şoka girmiştim .. ve önüne dönüp ısınan suyu çaydanlığa boşalttı .. işte o an teyzemi o ana kadar hiç bu kadar Ankara Escort detaylı incelememiştim …170 boylarında 65- 70 kilo civarında sarışın bir kadın .. kalçaları ve göğüsleri 2 çocuk annesi bir kadına göre oldukça iyiydiler .. ve o andan sonra herşey değişti .. ben teyzemin sex partnerim olabileceğini hiç düşünmemiştim .. o günden sonra her birlikte olduğumuz anlarda kaçamak bakışlar , farkında olmadan temas edilmiş gibi yapıp aslında en hassas bölgelere yapılan sıcak temaslar ve onunla başbaşa kalmaya çalışmak için fırsat kollamalar başladı .. annemin her canı sıkıldığında teyzemlere gitsene bende gelirim kuzenimi görürüm hiç olmassa cümlesini kullanmaktan yorulmuştum..ama her gittiğimiz gün benim için bayrama dönüşüyordu .. çünkü her gün farklı bir giyim tarzıyla karşıma çıkıyordu .. ve her geçen gün daha açık ve çekici kıyafetler giyinmeye başlamıştı .. ve artık birbirimizi çok iyi tanıyorduk .. ikimizde bakışlarımızla anlaşıp kendimize fırsat yaratmaya başlamıştık .. ancak hala istenen anı yaratamamıştık .. ta ki kuzenim şehir dışında üniversiteyi kazanıncaya kadar .. büyük kuzenim evli ve epey uzaktaydı .. diğer kuzenim ise 2 senelik üniversiteden mezun olmuş 4 yıllığa tamamlamak için aydın üniversitesinde ziraat mühendisliği okumak için gitmişti .. eniştem şöför ve acayip alkolik bir adamdı .. eve hiç uğramadı günler çoğunluktaydı .. anlaşılan teyzemi fazlasıyla boşluyordu .. bir c.tesi gecesi arkadaşlar hadi gel toplanıyoruz dediler ve taksime gidelim nevizadede içeriz takılırız dediler .. ona göre giyinip saçlarımı yapıp gece ne olacağını tahmin ederek duşumu alıp çıktım .. ve taksi durağı teyzemlerin kapısındaydı .. oraya Kızılay Escort kadar yürüdüm ve salonun ışığının yandığını gördüm .. aklıma kötü şeyler gelmeye başlamıştı .. evde tek olma ihtimali neydi ? 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Madison felt like a fraud. She paid little attention to the man sitting before her, other than feeling that he looked familiar when she first laid eyes on him he hadn’t been able to pull her mind from wandering to its own devices.

“And how did that make you feel?” She asked him, her voice a monotone. A fraud. A lovesick obsessed woman posing as a therapist.

“I felt upset. I feel like I loved him more than she ever could. I was never given the opportunity to show it, though because he’s a coward and she’s oblivious.”

“She’s oblivious?” she asked, the tone of his words breaking her from her reverie. “How so?”

The man gave her a slow smile, sat back in his chair. “She was oblivious throughout the relationship and as far as I can see, she’s still pretty damn oblivious.”

“In what way, Carlos?”

“She didn’t see the man for who he was when she had him, and then when she found out who he was she ran away screaming, blaming everyone but herself.”

“Why should she blame herself if the man was deceiving her?”

“Because we are all responsible for our own destinies. We can’t go through life failing to look at the details and then lose our shit when things are not what they appear to be.”

Madison pondered his words, thought of Diesel. Her phone rang. She glanced at the clock, only a few minutes left in her session.

“Feel free to take that Dr. Attard. I need to be going anyway. Work in an hour. Same time next week?” Carlos asked. He stood. He was tall with tan skin, longish silky black hair and a thick Spanish accent. He leaned over to shake her hand.

“Yes, same time next week Carlos. Square it away with my receptionist before you leave, okay?” He nodded and then she was alone with the ringing phone. She answered it.

“Meet me outside. I have something to tell you,” it was Diesel as she’d known it would be.

Outside he sat in his rental with his head bobbing to the beat of the rap she could hear pulsing even when she was a few feet away from the car. She palmed her face and hesitated for a moment, uneasiness settling in her stomach. He looked up suddenly and saw her standing there, and her legs started working again. She slid into the passenger seat and relaxed as his smell invaded her nose.

“Hey there beautiful,” he said. He pulled a dozen roses from the backseat and handed them to her. “How’s work going?”

“Great!” she said as she put her nose to the flowers. “Thank you Diesel, they’re beautiful.” And they were, wrapped in gold paper and tied in a blood red bow. She leaned over to kiss him and his tongue was in her mouth instantly. When she pulled away to break the kiss his eyes remained closed.

“So what you have to tell me?” She asked.

“Remember yesterday when you asked me if I still wanted to be a Marine?”

“Yeah and I remember we got, distracted.”

“Yeah, distracted,” he said casting her a wicked smile. “So, I was thinking about it today. All morning I thought about it right up until I called you. I know why you asked me whether or not I wanted to be a Marine. You asked because essentially, you could get me discharged.”

Her heart jumped. “Yes, I could.”

“That wouldn’t be right though, would it?”

“It wouldn’t be wrong, either. You need help Diesel. You have real issues that will cause you to be distracted, or less vigilant and reactive than you need to be with a job like yours. If I got you discharged from the military because of psychiatric reasons, it wouldn’t be a stretch.”

“So you think I’m Ankara Escort that bad?”

“I think you are strong Diesel, and I do think that you would get through another tour overseas, at least I hope so. I couldn’t guarantee that, however, and I think that even though you might survive the tour it’ll be so hard for you there and it will get so much worse for you there that you’ll wish that you hadn’t gone. So in a way yes, you’re that bad, but you’re not damaged.”

“I don’t feel damaged, either,” he said cutting her off and looking away. “I don’t feel damaged and I don’t think I want to do anything else in the world, but be a Marine.”

“What?” She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her.

“I’m a Marine Madison. I grew up wanted to be this strong guy who had everything under control. I wanted to take the world by the balls, barrel through it and tear it to shreds as I went. I did that, I do that. I like guns. I like how sore my fingers get from gripping my weapon to brace against this fear in my guts.”

“Diesel, I–”

“Let me finish, Maddy. I like all those things. But at the same time I don’t like any of it. I hate the blood sometimes, I hate the gory shit. I wish everything was like a video game, that way I could enjoy fucking up our enemies without having to see real blood and gore.”

“Well the world isn’t a video game.”

“Don’t I know it!” He said, whirling to face her. “I know it better than anybody does. None of this is a game. That’s why I sorta wish it was. If it was, you’d get to redo things. You get a second chance. But life is real, and I’ve seen the shit I seen. There’s nothing I can do about it but deal with it. Talking to you is cool. I mean, I like telling you some things. It feels good to tell all this shit to someone but there’s nothing you can say that will erase the images from my mind and really, that’s all I want. It’s not gonna happen. They’re lodged there.” He tapped his temple, smiled at her. “But life goes on, right? I came out of Alabama swingin’. Until I got all emotional I was doing great, everybody knew me, everybody knew I was good under pressure, fearless, they even called me resourceful once. Then I started letting everything get to me.”

“You didn’t let anything get to you, Diesel. I don’t care how strong you think you are, you can’t stop this from affecting you. I can help you—but I think you need to wait—”

“Tell me Madison, what’s the plan. How do you plan to help me? By making me rehash shit that’s better left unsaid? By asking me how I feel about it? I feel pretty shitty about it all. What else is there to know?”

“You need to know how to resolve the issues within yourself. You’re right, you’ll never forget the horrible things you’ve seen, but you can be made to be at peace with them.”

“I doubt it,” he said. “Sounds like a fairytale.”

“Let me get you out of this. Out of everything,” she said softly. She almost didn’t say it at all. She hadn’t known him long, but she knew him well enough to feel that her words might not be welcomed.

“Madison, have you been listening to me?”

“Yes! I’m listening to a bunch of fucking—bullshit!” She burst into tears. He couldn’t go. She knew she would never see him again. She had to keep him right here by her side.

He gathered her into his arms, palmed the back of her head as she cried into his shirt. He didn’t say anything. She pulled away. “Let me help you!”

“All you’d be helping me do is run away from the one thing Esat Escort in my life I’m proud of. You call Sergeant Ford, and you clear me for duty. My place is in the service overseas fighting for my country.”

“Just forget me, huh?” The words flew from her mouth.

“Forget you? You’re crazy!” He arched his pelvis up in his seat, shoved his hand into his pocket. He produced a ring box; red, velvet. “I would never forget you!” He hopped out of the car and while she sat frozen in the spot, he popped open her door and fell to one knee.

“Madison Louise Attard, will you do me the honor of being my wife?” The wind blew then, and she kept her eyes riveted to his. She smelled him on the breeze, loved the look in his eye. She turned her body to him, placing her feet on the cracked cement of the parking lot on either side of him.

“Marry you, Diesel, you can’t be serious.”

“Madison Louise Attard. Do me the honor of being my wife. I’m as serious as cancer.” The wind blew again.

“My next session doesn’t start for an hour. Let’s get out of here for a minute,” she said.

He nodded. “Here, hold this, and stare at it. Think hard while we drive. I love you Madison. I’d take care of you.”

He got back in the driver’s seat and started the car. They drove in silence while she did as he’d asked without even thinking about it. She stared at the ring. It put Pete’s ring to shame, surprisingly, and it was more her style. The band was encrusted in diamonds, and the single diamond in the glittering setting was clear and large. She could see every facet. “Diesel, this ring, it’s gorgeous.”

“I know. I had it special made for you.”

“What? Diesel you’ve really thought this through, huh?” He nodded. “How did you afford this?”

“I have quite a bit saved up, I’ve never been a big spender.” He took a sharp turn and they drove down an incline that led into a small park that Madison knew had a bridge and a beautiful waterfall that emptied into a small stretch of river. They parked in a gravel parking area and walked through the wooded area for a while. When they came upon the river she went down to the edge and listened to the water being parted by the rocks.

“You think enough?” He said coming up beside her. There was a breeze suddenly and it smelled of rain, Madison looked up at the sky and tried to find an answer.

“A moment more,” she said.

He sat down beside her and linked his arm around her waist. “I never loved anyone so quickly, so don’t think I do this all the time,” he said.

“I know you’re sincere. God knows I wanted to shout yes when you asked. I just think it’s too sudden.”

“We’ve been sleeping together. I tell you I love you and you tell me back. What else is there?”

“Sex isn’t everything, and love is complicated.”

“You’re right.”

“It’s beautiful right here, quiet.”

“Isn’t it?” He placed a hand on her stomach, tunneled his fingers beneath her shirt.

“Stop Diesel, this isn’t the time,” she said.

“Who says,” he said, shoving his hand under her shirt again.

“Diesel, what’s gotten into you?”

He didn’t answer, he parted her legs with his knee and laid on top of her, she didn’t struggle, and she returned his kiss with gentle enjoyment. He held her left leg up and out, unzipped his pants with the other, worked them low enough so that that his penis sprang free to land heavily against her stomach. Madison unbuttoned her own pants, sat the ring box in the grass.

He Demetevler Escort entered her with little interlude and he fucked her harder than usual, grinding his pelvic bone against her clit. “You sure are wet,” he said as the sound of plane engines cropped up on the breeze.

“Diesel, that plane sounds low,” she said breathlessly as she stared up into the overcast sky. He didn’t reply, he worked himself out of his jeans entirely and raised up on his forearms began to assail her with softer, yet body rocking strokes that moved her up the grassy incline where they laid entwined.

“That planes getting lower, and we’re pretty close to the airport,” she said, not exactly sure of what she was worried about.

“It’ll be fine, do you feel that or not,” he asked, leaning away from her while he drove his hips into her. He tossed her legs to one side and gripped her right breast in his hand.

“I feel it,” she all but shrieked. The plane was getting closer, though. Diesel grabbed her left leg and rose up to his haunches, he pressed her ankle to his face and kissed the indention above the arch of her foot.

“Diesel, oh my gosh,” Madison shrieked. The plane was red with a yellow tail and wings, and the banner behind it repeated the question in bold red letters. “Diesel, are you fucking kidding me?”

“What’s the problem?” He asked, not losing the rhythm of his stroke. “Hold on a sec,” he said. He slid out of her and then buried his face between her legs. Madison barked a laugh that turned into a moan and though it was hard she kept her eyes on the plane and the banner behind it. “Madison, will you marry me?” It read. It was gone before too long, but it still sounded close. Diesel lifted her from the grass and held her against a mossy tree, cocked on leg up, wrapped the other around his waist.

“So, what do you say now?” He asked, his voice raspy. She was unable to speak for a moment, she paused to adjust to the feel of him inside of her.

“You’re giving me the whole thing?” She asked him, staring down between them to take in the sight of his large member disappearing completely into her quivering pussy, a feat they didn’t often perform.

“You’re taking that dick like a pro, too,” he whispered in her ear.

They shared a joke that she was not always up to taking his entire length and girth, she usually topped out at three-fourths. Today, she felt every inch, and as a result she could barely speak. But she could see. Another plane flew by.

“Diesel, you really put a lot into this, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t see anything.”

“You’ve had your back to it the whole time!” She said laughing. “Another plane is coming. This one says, ‘No one’s gonna love you like I do. Marry me, Madison’.”

“Wow, that plane’s got the right idea,” he said, pausing his strokes long enough to cast her a crooked grin. The rain started then, it came down in buckets. Madison disengaged herself from Diesel and walked on weak legs to where the ring box lay. She opened it, and handed it to him. He got down on one knee, his face and hair already soaked by the rain.

“Madison Attard, will you marry me?”

“After all that, how could I say no. I love you, Diesel, and yes I’ll marry you,” she said. He grabbed her, kissed her neck, pretended to toss her into the river which bubbled and flowed faster now that the rain had started. He ripped her shirt open, buttons sprayed around them, and took his time licking both heavy globes. He entered her again on the river bank, and their wet bodies slid against one another through raging torrents of rain that stopped abruptly. The sun came out, the clouds cleared, and they lay entwined, Diesel’s mind blank and content, Madison’s thoughts moving a mile a minute as she held her hand up to the sun and watched the sunlight glint off her engagement ring.

She, Katrina, had left the interracial club alone, trying to be a good girl. Her Caucasian husband was at home asleep, not interested in going out. Katrina was an older woman of 40, though was on fire and very alive sexually, unlike her older husband. She typically went out on Saturday nights to dance and flirt with men of color, she was a white seductress. All of her life she had been told it was not appropriate for her to mingle with men of color, though she had a burning desire to do the exact opposite. It was very easy for Katrina to become interested in men of color, as they were unabashedly not ashamed of her size. Though she was not an overly obese woman, she was considered voluptuous and of a fuller figure. She noticed that black men seemed most interested in her, more so than white men. For many years she felt ashamed of her size, but then realized that her large, round and firm ass as well as her large soft breasts were truly an asset and not something to hide. She had a girlfriend who told her that black men typically liked and preferred larger women.

This night she had wanted to go out and dance with her friends, some of them black men. Katrina was a smoldering temptress, she knew how to dress and incite desire. This night she wore a short velvety black skirt, black lace-top thigh high hose, a corset that laced up the front and a sheer long-sleeved black blouse covering, but not hiding her large breasts. Too, she wore her extremely sexy six-inch black platform dancer’s shoes. Her night was consumed with men coming up to her and asking her Ankara escort to dance, which she did in most cases. Katrina was a great dancer who was able to “feel” the music and groove to it with extreme ease and sensuality.

The night ended too soon and the club owner was calling for last call. Katrina decided to leave the club before last call. She walked outside into the cool night air, brushing past the many men in the club that night. She would go home alone to her husband and be a respectable woman, and she took pleasure in that fact. However, her body was yearning for some hot, dripping, grinding sex, which she knew she would not get at home.

She decided that she would pick up some fast food on the way home. As Katrina placed her order at the all-night burger drive thru, she noticed the voice on the other end was the voice of a black man. Her pussy quivered with the deepness and tone of his voice and she could not wait to see who was on the other end of the voice box. She drove up to the window after placing her order. There, as she had suspected, was a handsome young black man waiting to take her money for the order. He opened the window, told her the total and slyly looked down into the car at her whole body and then back to her face. He asked her what she was up to tonight. She grinned, thinking he was really cute and awfully young, and told him that she had just left the club. As she was talking to him, she pulled her skirt up and revealed her black lace-top thigh high hose and then pulled the skirt Esat Escort higher to reveal her black lace thong. She waited to see his response, he had a pleasant and approving gaze. Then, she pulled her thong to the side to reveal a neatly trimmed and large punani, or pussy. He replied by murmuring….”mmmmm”. She smiled coyly and he asked her if she would drive around and meet him outside for a cigarette. She first said no, but then changed her mind and said yes. She pulled around the parking lot, in a secluded area by a few trees.

He quickly came outside and lit a cigarette as he made his way towards her car. She unlocked the door for him and told him to get inside. He got inside and nervously made small talk for a few minutes and then asked her to show him that pussy again. She immediately put the seat back, flipped her skirt up and pulled her thong aside and started rubbing her clit. He could not believe his eyes or the fact she was so forward. He was only a young 22-year-old, she was much more mature and not afraid to show her true feelings. He reached over and kissed her, as he did he slipped two fingers into her very wet pussy. He started fingering her pussy and then kissed her breasts. She told him, if he kept it up, she would be squirting all over his hand. He had no idea what she was talking about, he thought she just meant she would be cumming, but squirting was much more than that and a very different type of orgasm. He had no intention of stopping and stretched her leg out straight Kolej Escort across his so she could get comfortable. He kept on kissing her all over and fingering her, she was pumping up to meet his fingers, all of a sudden there was a HUGE gush of fluid. He pulled his hand back in amazement and asked her, “did you just pee on my hand?”

She laughed explained to him what had just happened. She told him about the G-spot and how stimulating it would cause a gushing orgasm. He seemed not to believe her at first and then she told him to continue….she squirted again, spraying a copious amount of fluid down onto the seat and floor mat of her car. This seemed to fuel his desire and he kept on fingering her quim and she kept on squirting. Then, she told him to lay the seat back and take his cock out. She could not wait to see what he had to pull out of his pants. He maneuvered himself around so that he could pull out a very nice and long cock, just what she had been hoping for. She quickly bent over his crotch and started sucking him with the expert abilities she had acquired, as she had been sucking cock since she was 13 years old. He was moaning and grinding, pumping hurriedly into her soft mouth. She stopped, wishing to for him to jack his cock off for her so she could watch his jizz spurt out. He followed her commands and jacked his beautiful black cock off for her, telling her when he was about to cum, as she licked his balls with frenzy. As she had one of his balls in her mouth sucking it, he moaned and jerked up and started really beating his cock and hot jizz flew all over her face, his belly and her breasts. He twitched with spasms of pleasure as he came down from ultimate release. She licked him clean and he said he had to get back to work and quickly put his clothes back in order. She jokingly replied “don’t forget to wash your hands before you return to work.”