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Es war schon spät als Andreas wach in seinem Bett lag. Ein Blick auf die leuchtende Anzeige der digitalen Uhr seiner Stereoanlage verriet ihm, dass es 23:42h war. In seinem Zimmer war es dunkel und er war nicht etwa deswegen wach weil er noch gelesen hätte oder ähnliches. Was ihn wach hielt waren die Geräusche, die aus dem Zimmer neben seinem kamen.

Andreas konnte hören wie seine Mutter es sich selbst besorgte.

‘Sie macht es sich wahrscheinlich wieder mit ihrem Dildo…’ dachte er bei sich.

Mit dieser Vermutung hatte er Recht. Er konnte sich nur nicht ganz erklären warum das in letzter Zeit immer häufiger vor kam. Es war ihm klar, dass seine Mutter seit der Scheidung, die nun schon 2 Jahre zurück lag, alleine gewesen war. Nun ja, alleine bis auf ihn natürlich. Andreas war bei seiner Mutter geblieben nachdem sein Vater weggezogen war mit seiner neuen Lebensgefährtin, was allerdings nicht zu bedeuten hatte, dass er ein schlechtes Verhältnis zu seinem Vater gehabt hätte, sondern, dass er ganz einfach nicht aus seinem Heimatort weg wollte wo doch seine Schule und seine Freunde da waren.

Nicht lange nach der Scheidung schien sich allerdings das Verhalten seiner Mutter ihm gegenüber zu ändern. Er konnte nicht genau sagen was es war aber im Großen und Ganzen schien sie sich mehr und mehr um ihn zu kümmern und ihn zu umsorgen. Er dachte sich, dass das wohl klar wäre, dass sie ihm jetzt soviel Aufmerksamkeit widmete nachdem sie nur noch zu zweit waren. Es störte ihn auch nicht, schließlich profitierte er davon.

Seit Andreas’ 18. Geburtstag, der nun 3 Monate her war, gab es noch eine weitere Änderung in Sybilles Verhalten. Mit zunehmender Häufigkeit war sie nachts am masturbieren. Andreas tat es aber ab als normales Verhalten einer gesunden Frau, die es hin und wieder mal braucht. Was ihn jedoch wunderte war warum es seit seiner Volljährigkeit mehr wurde. Er fragte sich ob es etwas mit ihm zu tun haben könnte.

Andreas ließ sich diesen Gedanken durch den Kopf gehen während er hören konnte wie seine Mutter im Zimmer nebenan offenbar ihrem Höhepunkt nahe war. Ihr stöhnen wurde etwas lauter, war aber doch ein wenig unterdrückt, da sie wohl nicht wollte, dass ihr Sohn es mitbekam. Dafür war es allerdings zu spät.

Ein paar Augenblicke später wurde es ruhig. Sybille war offenbar fertig gewesen, was Andreas allerdings nicht von sich behaupten konnte. Das Gestöhne seiner Mutter bescherte ihm einen ordentlichen Ständer.

„Wie soll man da schlafen, verdammt…” murmelte er etwas frustriert vor sich hin.

Zum Wichsen war es ihm bereits zu spät. Er wollte nur endlich einschlafen. Schließlich musste er am nächsten Tag zur Schule. Er drehte sich auf die Seite, schloss seine Augen und schlummerte bald darauf ein.

Als Andreas am nächsten Tag zuhause ankam, nach der Schule, ging er erstmal hinauf in sein Zimmer. Er legte seinen Rucksack in die Ecke und setzte sich auf sein Bett. Die Gedanken der letzten Nacht gingen ihm noch einmal durch den Kopf und er beschloss dem auf den Grund zu gehen. Der einfachste Weg, dachte er, wäre es sie einfach damit zu konfrontieren. Mal sehen was sie sagen würde.

Bis Sybille nach Hause kommen würde waren es noch ein paar Stunden. Sie war Sekretärin in einer größeren Firma und da konnte es manchmal schon ein wenig länger dauern.

Andreas hatte sich inzwischen ataşehir escort Gedanken darüber gemacht wie er vorgehen würde. Nachdem er sich geschwind etwas zu essen aufgewärmt hatte und dieses auch verschlang, ging er wieder in sein Zimmer. Auf seinem Bett liegend wartete er und überlegte. Eine Art Vorfreude stieg in ihm auf.

So gegen 18 Uhr kam dann Sybille heim.

„Hallo Schatz, ich bin da…” rief sie fröhlich ins Haus.

„Ja, ich auch…” bemerkte Andreas etwas scherzhaft.

Er ging die Treppe hinab und sah seine Mutter im Vorzimmer wie sie gerade dabei war ihre Jacke aufzuhängen und aus ihren Schuhen zu steigen. Als Sybille ihn sah streckte sie ihre Arme aus und ging auf ihn zu mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht.

„Einen dicken Schmatz bekommst du jetzt von deiner Mami, mein Großer.” meinte sie.

Sie umarmte ihn und drückte ihm einen festen Kuss auf die linke Wange. Dann sah sie ihn an und bekam einen verwunderten Gesichtsausdruck.

„Ist irgendwas, Liebling?” fragte sie ihn.

Andreas fiel ein, dass er wohl eine nachdenkliche Mine haben musste von den Gedanken, die ihm die ganze Zeit durch den Kopf gingen. Er lächelte ein wenig.

„Bist du vielleicht hungrig?” fragte ihn seine Mutter. „Du hast dir doch die Nudeln aufgewärmt, die ich gestern gemacht habe, oder Schatz?”

„Jaja, die waren gut…”

„Ok, ich hab’ schon gegessen. Ich mache mir nur etwas Kleines. Möchtest du auch noch was?” fragte ihn Sybille als sie in die Küche ging.

„Nein, lass mal…”

Er ging seiner Mutter hinterher in die Küche und setzte sich auf einen Stuhl. Während sie so am hantieren war sah sich Andreas seine Mutter mal von oben bis unten an. Sie war gut gekleidet, fiel ihm auf, was aber zu ihrem Beruf einfach dazugehörte. Es war ein schlichtes aber elegantes Outfit. Ein schwarzer Rock, der, bis zu den Knien gehend, weder zu kurz noch zu lang war und dazu eine weiße Bluse, die leicht verführerisch nicht ganz bis oben zugeknöpft war. Außerdem hatte sie schwarze Strümpfe an. Andreas fragte sich ob sie wohl eine Strumpfhose oder halterlose Strümpfe trug. Sybille musste wohl seine Blicke gespürt haben, denn sie drehte sich zu ihm um und sah ihn an. Sie strich sich mit einer Hand durch ihr offenes, dunkelblondes Haar und sah Andreas an mit ihren hübschen blauen Augen.

„Was denn…?” kam es von ihr.

„Ach nichts, ich seh’ dich nur so an…” meinte er.

„Und? Was siehst du da so…?”

„Na dich, was denn sonst.” sagte er mit einem Lächeln.

Sybille sah ihn etwas länger an. Dann drehte sie sich wieder um und bereitete weiter ihren kleinen Snack zu.

Andreas ergriff die Gelegenheit. Er wollte erstmal sehen wie seine Mutter auf seine Fragen reagieren würde.

„Da ist doch etwas…” sagte er.

„Hm? Was denn, Schatz?”

„Weil ich dich gerade so angesehen hab’ … trägst du … trägst du eigentlich eine Strumpfhose oder halterlose Strümpfe?”

Sybille war sichtlich überrascht von dieser Frage aber so ungewöhnlich war sie ja nun auch wieder nicht, dachte sie.

„Äh … ich trage halterlose … wieso fragst du?”

„Ach nur so aus Neugier.” meinte er.

Sybille wollte sich wieder umdrehen und mit dem Essen weitermachen als Andreas nachhakte.

„Kann ich sie mal sehen?”

Sybille hörte nun auf sich escort ataşehir mit dem Essen zu beschäftigen. Sie drehte sich zu Andreas um und schaute ihn an.

„Ja aber du siehst sie doch, da unten an meinen Beinen…”

„Nein, ich meine da wo sie oben aufhören.” sagte er.

„Und wie stellst du dir das vor?”

„Heb’ einfach deinen Rock ein wenig an und zeig sie mir.” kam es jetzt ein wenig bestimmter von ihm.

Sybille sah ihn nur an, zögerte kurz aber gab dann schließlich nach.

„Na wenn du meinst…” kam es scheinbar etwas widerspenstig von ihr.

Andreas’ Mutter zog ihren Rock langsam nach oben bis die Enden ihrer halterlosen Strümpfe zum Vorschein kamen. Dabei konnte Andreas einen guten Blick auf ihre schlanken Beine werfen. Für ihr Alter von 39 war seine Mutter gut in Form.

„Na, genug gesehen, der Herr?” fragte Sybille etwas scherzhaft.

„Ja, sehen klasse aus, kannst den Rock wieder runter geben.”

Sybille wurde ein wenig rot.

„War’s das? Oder möchtest du auch noch sehen wie mein BH aussieht…” sagte sie mit einer aufgesetzt genervten Mine.

„Dazu komme ich noch.” meinte er mit einem Lächeln im Gesicht. „Vorher würde ich noch gerne über etwas Anderes mit dir reden.”

„Und was?”

„Mir ist aufgefallen, dass du es dir in letzter Zeit immer öfter selbst machst. Letzte Nacht zum Beispiel war ich noch wach und da hab’ ich es … mitbekommen.” sagte er jetzt einfach frei heraus.

Sybilles Augen waren weit und ihr Mund stand offen.

„Oh nein, du hast mich gehört?” sie wurde rot und vergrub ihr Gesicht in ihren Händen.

„Naja, es war kaum zu überhören. Du hast schon ganz schön gestöhnt…”

Andreas’ Mutter wusste nicht wohin sie schauen sollte.

„Es tut mir Leid…” sagte sie leise.

„Ist schon gut … aber wie kommt es, dass es mehr geworden ist … in letzter Zeit? Es hat doch nicht etwa was mit mir zu tun, oder?”

„Was? … Wie kommst du denn darauf? … also ich … ach, ich weiß es nicht …”

Andreas wollte es nun wissen.

„Hm, ich glaube schon, dass du es weisst, Mutter. Seit dem mein Vater, dein Mann, weg ist, hattest du es nicht mehr, nicht wahr? Und jetzt leben nur wir beide in diesem Haus, nur du und ich. Was geht dir durch den Kopf, Mutter?”

Sybille sah Andreas an. Sie fühlte sich ertappt.

„Nein, das kann ich dir nicht sagen, mein Sohn.”

„Wenn du es nicht sagen kannst, kann ich es. Der Gedanke, dass nur wir zwei in diesem Haus leben, ein Mann und eine Frau, hat in dir … Bedürfnisse geweckt, stimmt’s?”

„Ja, du hast ja Recht … und ich schäme mich deswegen so …” gab Sybille zu.

„Du schämst dich weil sich deine Bedürfnisse auf mich beziehen, nicht wahr? Wenn du es dir selbst machst in der Nacht, dann denkst du dabei an mich, oder?”

Sybilles Herzschlag wurde schneller und sie fühlte eine Hitze in sich aufsteigen.

„Können wir dieses Gespräch bitte beenden?” bat sie.

Andreas trat näher an seine Mutter heran und sah ihr in die Augen.

„Nein, nein, ich will das jetzt wissen. Schließlich geht es dabei ja auch um mich. Ich hab’ ja wohl das Recht das zu erfahren. Also, wenn du dir in der Nacht deinen Dildo reinschiebst, dann denkst du dabei an meinen Schwanz, ist es nicht so?”

Der Ausdruck in Sybilles Gesicht war ein gequälter. ataşehir escort bayan Man konnte sehen, dass sie nicht wusste, was sie sagen sollte. Andreas hatte hingegen eine Art müdes Grinsen im Gesicht.

„Dein Schweigen ist auch eine Antwort. Das ist dir doch klar, oder?” bemerkte Andreas.

„Bitte, versteh’ doch, es ist für mich nicht leicht. Wie du schon gesagt hast, ich … hab’ es einfach schon lange nicht mehr gemacht.”

„Na siehst du, geht doch. Ich will dir nur helfen, so, dass du es dir endlich eingestehst. Komm, setz’ dich. Ich finde, wir sollten uns gründlich darüber unterhalten.” meinte Andreas.

Sybille setzte sich langsam auf einen der Küchenstühle, gegenüber von Andreas.

„Wie lange hast du denn schon deine mütterlichen Gelüste?” fragte er sie.

„Ich … ich weiß es nicht genau …”

„Mir scheint, es ist so seit dem ich 18 geworden bin. Ich bin jetzt erwachsen, kein Kind mehr, und seit dem dir das klar ist bist du geil auf mich.” sagte er.

Sybille schaute nur auf den Küchentisch. Sie wollte im Boden versinken.

„Wie du meinst, mein Sohn, wie du meinst…” kam es leise von ihr.

„Ich sehe, es bereitet dir Schwierigkeiten darüber zu reden. Also werde ich dir eine andere Möglichkeit bieten dich mir mitzuteilen. Ich werde reden, du musst nur nicken oder den Kopf schütteln, alles klar?”

Sybille sah Andreas an und nickte.

„Wenn du masturbierst, denkst du dabei an mich?” fragte er.

Sie schloss die Augen und musste nicken.

„Du liegst also da, mit gespreizten Beinen in deinem Bett, steckst dir deinen Dildo rein und stellst dir vor wie ich dich ficke?”

Sybille fing leicht an zu zittern, aber sie nickte.

„Was noch? Stellst du dir auch vor wie es wäre meinen Schwanz zu blasen?”

Sybilles Atmung war nun etwas schneller. Sie leckte sich über die Lippen. Es dauerte ein wenig aber schließlich nickte sie.

„Und hattest du diese Gedanken auch schon früher in Bezug auf mich?”

Plötzlich riss sie die Augen auf. Sie musste einige male blinzeln und dann schüttelte sie heftig den Kopf.

„Schon gut, schon gut…” meinte Andreas zur Beruhigung.

Nach einer kurzen Bedenkzeit äußerte er sich.

„Also, ich denke es liegt auf der Hand was wir tun sollten.” meinte er.

Sybille traute sich langsam wieder etwas zu sagen.

„Was? Was sollten wir tun?” fragte sie.

„Wir sollten es miteinander tun. Ich rede von Sex. Da haben wir beide was davon.”

„Also ich … weiß nicht …” meinte Sybille.

„Ach was komm, jetzt erzähl mir nichts. Ich werde heute Abend zu dir in dein Zimmer kommen. Ich will, dass du dann bereit bist für mich.” kam es von Andreas.

Er stand auf und wollte schon gehen als ihm noch etwas einfiel. Da blieb er stehen und drehte sich nochmal um zu seiner Mutter.

„Jetzt hätte ich es fast vergessen. Weisst du noch was du mich vorhin gefragt hast, ob ich deinen BH sehen will? Also, jetzt will ich ihn sehen.” sagte Andreas mit einem Grinsen.

„Das auch noch…” kam es etwas resigniert von Sybille.

„Komm, knöpf deine Bluse auf und zeig ihn mir.”

Sybille sah nun einfach keinen Sinn mehr darin sich vor ihrem Sohn zu verschließen. Sie sah Andreas an während sie langsam ihre Bluse aufknöpfte. Als alle Knöpfe geöffnet waren machte sie die Bluse auf und Andreas hatte einen freien Blick auf den BH seiner Mutter. Es war ein weißer BH mit ein wenig Spitze dran, der von Sybilles Titten prall ausgefüllt war.

„Nicht schlecht, nicht schlecht…” meinte Andreas. „Also, bis nachher dann.”

Er drehte sich um und ging in sein Zimmer.

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Der restliche Nachmittag verlief ohne Besonderheiten.

Stefan und Marion gingen am frühen Abend noch in den Jugendclub wo sie auch Jürgen trafen. Katja und Monika kamen später auch noch, nachdem sie ihren Stadtbummel beendet hatten. An diesem Abend wurden die Vorbereitungen für das gemeinsame Zeltlager fortgeführt, das in der zweiten Hälfte der Sommerferien stattfinden sollte. Nach einigem Blödsinn und ein paar Flaschen Bier machten sich alle 5 gegen 22:00 gemeinsam auf den Heimweg. Unterwegs kam Monika sich doch irgendwie wie das 5. Rad am Wagen vor, weil sie ständig darauf warten musste, das sich die beiden Pärchen zwischen ihrer Knutscherei auch mal wieder vorwärts bewegten. Nach einigen rührenden Abschiedsszenen die unter Monikas genervten Blicken stattfanden, waren dann doch alle zuhause angekommen.

Nachdem Katja und Stefan noch eine halbe Stunde bei ihren Eltern im Wohnzimmer gesessen hatten gingen alle schlafen.

Stefan lag noch länger wach und als er sicher war, dass seine Eltern eingeschlafen waren, stand er auf und schlich sich ins Zimmer seiner Schwester. Katja schlief fest. Er hörte ihren gleichmäßigen Atem und setzte sich vorsichtig auf ihre Bettkante ohne sie aufzuwecken. Stefan überlegte, eigentlich wollte er mit seiner Schwester über die Sache mit dem Slip reden und sich bei ihr entschuldigen. Aber vielleicht sollte er einfach wieder gehen. Er nahm seinen Mut zusammen und rüttelte Katja leicht an der Schulter.

„Mmmmmmmh”, brummte Katja unwillig und schaltete ihre Leselampe ein.

Beide blinzelten und mussten sich erst kurz an das Licht gewöhnen.

„Muss das sein, warum weckst Du mich?”

„Ich wollte mich entschuldigen, weil ich mit deinem Slip …, na du weist schon”, stammelte Stefan.

„Okay, schon verziehen und jetzt lass mich schlafen”, bekam er zur Antwort.

Katja rollte sich auf die Seite und drehte ihrem Bruder den Rücken zu, in der Hoffnung, dass sie nun weiterschlafen könne.

„Und du wirst es keinem verraten?”

Jetzt war Katja an der Reihe zu stottern.

„Nein, …, ich werde es Papa und Mama nicht sagen.”

Katja setzte sich im Bett auf, schaute ihren Bruder an und wurde knallrot im Gesicht.

„Du hast es schon erzählt”, stellte Stefan erschrocken fest.

„Ja, aber nur Monika”, gab seine Schwester kleinlaut zu.

Stefan ataşehir escort war geschockt. Er wusste, wenn Monika etwas wusste würde sie es auch ihrer Schwester erzählen und dann war er seine Freundin wahrscheinlich los.

Katja schämte sich, dass sie heute Mittag alles doch leichtfertig ausgeplaudert hatte.

Sie nahm ihren Bruder beim Arm und sagte: „Wird schon nicht so schlimm werden, deine Marion lässt auch nichts umkommen.”

Stefan schaute sie fragend an.

„Oje schon wieder verplappert”, dachte sich Katja und überlegte kurz.

Sie würde Stefan von Marion und Monika erzählen, dass Marion sich auch von Jürgen zumindest die Möse fingern lässt, würde sie noch für sich behalten. Da wollte sie mit ihrem Freund erstmal alleine ein Hühnchen rupfen.

„Naja, also Marion treibt es ja auch mit ihrer Schwester, da wird sie dir doch auch mal ein bisschen Spass gönnen?”

Stefan war verblüfft. „Das hat Monika dir erzählt? Sag mal über was unterhaltet ihr euch den noch so?”

Jetzt ritt Katja der Teufel und sie erzählte Stefan über was sie und Monika sich am Nachmittag im Bad alles unterhalten hatten und nebenbei erwähnte sie auch noch die lesbischen Spiele mit ihrer Freundin.

Stefan hatte gespannt zugehört und stellte jetzt fest.

„Also ich habe eine lesbische Freundin die es mit ihrer Schwester treibt, ich selbst habe eine lesbische Schwester, die ganz nebenbei auch noch mit mir gerne mal vögeln möchte. Hab ich alles verstanden oder gibt es sonst noch was?”

Katja hatte beim erzählen wieder die volle Kontrolle über sich selbst bekommen, sie war sich jetzt im Klaren darüber, dass sie ihren Bruder wollte.

Sie lächelte Stefan an und sagte: „Ich würde lesbisch jetzt einfach durch bi ersetzen, ansonsten musst du damit zukünftig alleine fertig werden.”

Sie hatte es schon vorher gesehen, die Erzählung war an ihrem Bruder nicht spurlos vorübergegangen. Seine Boxershorts standen schon länger verdächtig von seinem Körper ab. Während Stefan sie verblüfft anstarrte, griff Katja sich seinen Schwanz und begann ihn durch den Stoff der Shorts zu massieren.

Stefan war ziemlich verblüfft von dem was ihm da jetzt passierte, als er in Katjas Zimmer gegangen war hatte er mit einer Gardinenpredigt wegen heute Nachmittag gerechnet. Jedoch nicht damit, escort ataşehir dass sich die Sache am Ende so entwickeln würde und sich nun seine eigene Schwester eifrig an seinem Schwanz zu schaffen machte.

Stefan legte sich genüsslich auf dem Bett zurück und schob eine Hand unter das T-Shirt von Katja und versuchte sich dort zu ihren Brüsten vorzustreicheln. Die protestierte jedoch. „Komm, lass mal. Wir können jetzt hier nicht übereinander herfallen. Wenn unsere Eltern das mitkriegen geht wahrscheinlich die Welt unter.

Ich hol Dir jetzt noch einen runter, damit Du besser schlafen kannst und dann verziehst Du Dich wieder. Der Rest muss leider warten bis wir sturmfreie Bude haben.” Stefan murrte zwar etwas, ergab sich dann aber in sein Schicksal und konzentrierte sich darauf nicht zu schnell abzuspritzen, während seine Schwester seinen Ständer immer schneller durch den Stoff seiner Boxershorts wichste.

Katja war beeindruckt, das Stefan sich so gut unter Kontrolle hatte, wollte das Ganze jetzt aber doch zum Ende bringen. Sie wichste den Bolzen schneller, bis sie merkte wie er zu zucken begann und ihre Hand feucht wurde, als sein Sperma die Hose durchtränkte.

Stefan hatte sich ganz schön anstrengen müssen und die Zähne zusammengebissen, um ja keinen verdächtigen Ton von sich zu geben, als Katja es ihm besorgte. Nachdem er sich von seinem Orgasmus erholt hatte, stand er auf, gab seinem Schwesterherz ein Gutenachtküsschen und verzog sich. „Beim nächsten Mal will ich aber auch was davon haben”, flüsterte Katja ihm noch hinterher.

In seinem Zimmer angekommen wechselte er die Hose, die vollgespritzte Shorts versteckte er erstmal unter seinem Bett. Dann legte er sich schlafen.

Katja lag jetzt allein in ihrem Bett und wusste, dass sie nun erstmal ihre eigene Geilheit loswerden musste ehe sie einschlafen konnte. Während sie an ihrer rechten Hand schnupperte, die intensiv nach Stefans Sperma roch, welches sie gerade aus ihm herausgemolken hatte, glitt ihre linke Hand in ihr Höschen und kraulte die kurz gestutzten Schamhaare. „Wie sich das wohl anfühlt, wenn das alles glatt rasiert ist”, dachte sie. Sie leckte an ihren Fingern. Das Aroma von Stefans Sperma machte sie noch geiler. Sie liess die Finger zwischen ihre Beine wandern und fühlte den heissen Schleim der aus ihrer Möse sickerte. ataşehir escort bayan Katja steckte den Mittelfinger tief in ihr Loch, das sich sofort gierig um den Besucher klammerte und in festhalten wollte. Langsam zog sie den Finger wieder heraus und widmete sich kurz ihrer Lustperle. Dann hob sie ihr Becken an und schob ihre Hand tiefer zwischen die Beine, bis ihr Mittelfinger an ihren Anus stiess, der von ihren auslaufenden Säften schön glitschig und geschmeidig war. Sie kreiste mit der Fingerspitze ein wenig um ihre Rosette und schob dann den halben Finger in ihren engen Hintereingang. Ihr Arschloch zog sich immer wieder um den Finger zusammen als sie sich mit diesem langsam fickte. Ihr war klar, dass sie jetzt dringend einen Orgasmus brauchte bevor sie vollständig durchdrehte und das ganze Haus zusammenschrie.

Sie zog den Finger aus ihrem Arsch und schob sich dann gleich Zeige- und Mittelfinger tief in ihr nasses Fötzchen. Kraftvoll wühlte sie mit beiden Fingern in ihrer glitschigen Dose und massierte mit dem Daumen ihren Kitzler. Mit der anderen Hand drückte sie sich ihr Kopfkissen ins Gesicht und biss hinein als ihr Orgasmus sie überkam.

Nachdem ihre Zuckungen abgeklungen waren zog sie ihre klitschnasse Hand zwischen den Beinen heraus und begann ihren eigenen Saft abzulecken.

Katja stutzte. Sicher hat sie sich schon oft selbst befriedigt, aber sie hatte dabei noch nie ihren eigenen Saft abgeleckt. Das hatte sie am Nachmittag bei Moni gesehen, dass die sich genüsslich die Finger ableckte, nachdem sie Katjas Möse durchgefingert hatte. Ihr wurde klar, dass sie heute insgesamt mit drei Leuten Sex hatte. Heute morgen, nach der Schule, hatte ihr Freund Jürgen sie gevögelt, dabei wurden sie von ihrem Bruder gestört, den sie später beim onanieren mit ihrem Slip ertappte. Anschliessend hatte sie mit ihrer besten Freundin ihr erstes lesbisches Erlebnis und vorhin hatte sie noch ihren Bruder gewichst. Sich selbst an der eigenen Dose rumspielen war Standard und wurde nicht mitgezählt.

Als sie völlig fertig, aber wunderbar entspannt auf ihrem Bett lag, musste sie an Moni denken, die sie als Sexmonster bezeichnet hatte, als sie ihr beim anziehen noch mal die frisch rasierte Pussy streicheln wollte. Sie musste grinsen und dachte darüber nach was man am nächsten Tag wohl anstellen könne. Sie hatte morgen den ganzen Vormittag Zeit sich etwas auszudenken, da die Schulabgänger frei hatten.

Alle anderen mussten entweder zur Schule oder gingen arbeiten.

Zufrieden drehte sie sich um und schlief ein.

Fortsetzung folgt (diesmal bestimmt schneller)

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Mein 40. Geburtstag

Die bisher beteiligten Personen, vielleicht kommen noch einige hinzu:

Silvia, Mutter und Geburtstagskind, Erzählerin, 39 Jahre

Georg, Ehemann und Vater, 40 Jahre

Daniel Sohn von Silvia und Georg, 20 Jahre

Sabine Tochter von Silvia und Georg, 19 Jahre

Sandra, Schwester von Silvia, Mutter, 39 Jahre

Karl, Ehemann und Vater, 42 Jahre

Andrea Tochter von Sandra und Karl, 19 Jahre

Jens, Sohn von Karl und Sandra, 18 Jahre

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Morgen ist ein großer Tag für mich, mein 40 Geburtstag. Die Tage war ich schon richtig aufgedreht und immer wieder geil, wenn ich nur an diesen Tag dachte. Mehrmals am Tag machte ich es mir selbst um wieder runter zu kommen.

Von meiner Familie hatte ich mir als Geburtstags-Geschenk 40 Orgasmen gewünscht.

An meinem 39 Geburtstag hatte ich von so etwas noch nicht einmal geträumt. Aber es war in der Zwischenzeit viel geschehen und ich bereue es nicht, obwohl einige meiner Taten direkt ins Gefängnis führen, sollten sie je publik werden.

Natürlich war ich mehr als nur neugierig, ob und wie mir meine geile Bitte erfüllt werden würde. Einige Tage nachdem ich meinen Männern, ich nannte sie so, obwohl einer mein Sohn Daniel, und der andere Georg, mein angetrauter Ehemann war, meinen Wunsch kundtat, teilten sie mir mit, dass sie alles daransetzen würden um meine Sehnsucht zu erfüllen, und vielleicht noch einige Überraschungen für mich parat hätten.

Um alle Vorbereitungen treffen zu können, baten sie mich, die hinteren Kellerräume unseres Hauses in den noch verbleibenden Tagen nicht mehr zu betreten, da es sich ja um eine Überraschung handeln sollte.

Diesen Gefallen konnte ich meinen Männer leicht erweisen, aber als sie mir dann auch noch todernst erklärten, dass sich mich bis dahin nicht mehr ficken würden, begann ich daran zu zweifeln ob meine Idee wirklich so gut war. Immerhin waren es zu diesem Zeitpunkt noch 10 Tage bis zum Geburtstag.

Meine Frage nach dem warum quittierten beide mit einem Lächeln, dem mein Mann noch ein:” Damit du auch richtig geil bist und keine Widerrede” hinzufügte.

Als ob ich das nötig hätte.

Geil war ich ohne Ende und es wurde anscheinend immer schlimmer.

Aber das war nicht immer so gewesen.

Langeweile

Georg war und ist mein Traummann. Es war Liebe auf den ersten Blick, ihm erging es genauso. Als ich meine Jungfernschaft an ihn verlor, war es klar das wir heiraten und zusammen Kinder haben wollten. Das „bis der Tod euch scheidet” ist uns bis heute heilig.

Unsere Bekannten und Freunde bezeichnen uns auch heute noch als das Traumpaar.

Georg ist 1,82 m groß, schlank, hellblond, ich selbst bin 1,69m, blond, 55 kg, 95/60/90, ich glaube, mein Busen verliert langsam gegen die Schwerkraft, Gott sei Dank sehen meine Männer das ganz anders.

Nach der Heirat waren wir ein ganz normales, sehr verliebtes Ehepaar und fickten sooft und wo wir nur konnten. Nach der Geburt von Daniel, ein Jahr darauf kam Sabine, wurde unser Sexleben immer eintöniger. Aus 7 Mal die Woche, wurde 1x im Monat und es machte nicht mal mehr richtig Spaß.

Natürlich versuchten wir unser Sexleben wieder aufzupeppen.

Anfangs kauften wir uns einige Pornofilme im Erotikshop, die wir uns dann zuhause anschauten. Alle möglichen und unmöglichen Spielarten des Pornos versuchten wir,

wobei ich vor allem bei lesbischen Szenen und Pinkelspielen richtig geil wurde, mein Mann, mochte es, wenn es mehrere Kerle einer Frau in alle Löcher richtig besorgten. Meine Vorlieben behielt ich aber für mich, sodass wir zwar noch manchmal Pornofilme schauten, die uns auch zum Sex animierten, aber auf Dauer auch nicht den richtigen Schwung in unser Liebesleben brachten.

Mehrere Besuche im Swingerclub überzeugten uns davon, das wir viel zu eifersüchtig sind um mit wildfremden Menschen rumzuvögeln. Weder Georg noch ich hatten bei diesen Besuchen ein Erfolgserlebnis.

Auch ein Ausflug in die Welt des BDSM brachte keine Erfolge, da uns die entsprechenden Veranlagungen fehlten, endeten ataşehir escort bayan alle Versuche im Lächerlichen.

Wir lebten also einige Jahre in der sexuellen Langeweile, aber trotzdem als glückliche Familie und hatten uns schon damit abgefunden, dass das bis ans Ende unserer Tage so sein sollte.

Da wir aufgrund unserer finanziellen Situation keiner geregelten Arbeit nachgehen mussten, konnten wir uns ganz auf die Erziehung unserer Kinder und dem Erhalt und der Vergrößerung unseres ererbten Vermögens konzentrieren.

Georg beschäftigte sich mit der Verwaltung unserer Immobilien, während ich mich um die

heranwachsenden Kinder und den Haushalt kümmerte. Haushaltshilfen lehnte ich strikt ab,

lieber zog ich die Kinder zu Haus- und Gartenarbeit heran.

Die einzigen Aufregungen in unserem Leben waren die Erlebnisse und die schulischen Großtaten unserer Kinder, ab und an die Anschaffung einer neuen Immobilie oder eines neuen Wagens. Manchmal kam auch noch Ärger mit den Mietern dazu.

Es war wohl bei einer Geburtstagfeier meines Schwagers, Karl als mein Mann in feuchtfröhlicher Stimmung einige Anspielungen auf unser Sexleben machte, die aber, glaubte ich, in der lauten Runde überhört wurden, jedenfalls gab es keine dummen Kommentare von den anderen Gästen. Es wäre mir doch schon sehr peinlich gewesen, wenn alle erfahren hätten, dass bei uns so gut wie nichts mehr läuft.

Manchmal dachte ich ja es liegt an mir.

Aber leider überhörte meine Schwester Sandra die Sprüche meines Mannes nicht und erkundigte sich am Tag nach der Fete telefonisch voller Sorge bei mir.

Erst wollte ich nicht über unser Liebesleben mit meiner Schwester sprechen, als sie mir aber sagte, dass sie und Karl auch Schwierigkeiten hatten, diese aber erfolgreich gemeistert hatten wurde ich zugänglicher und neugierig.

Ich beantwortete ihre Fragen über den Zustand unserer Ehe und Familie, sowie unsere sexuellen Erfahrungen ehrlich und ausführlich, damit sich Sandra ein genaues Bild machen konnte.

Die Erlebnisse mit den Pornofilmen, unsere Erfahrungen im Swingerclub und auch die lächerlichen BDSM Erfahrungen. Als ich ihr, wahrscheinlich mit hochrotem Kopf erzählte, dass ich bei den Pornofilmen mit lesbischen Inhalten, die Pinkelsachen verschwieg ich ihr, ziemlich scharf wurde, glaubte ich meine Schwester heftig atmen zu hören. Auf meine Nachfrage was denn mit ihr los sei, sagte sie nur: „Glaubst du, deine Erzählungen lassen mich kalt, ich bin auch eine Frau” um dann gleich fortzufahren das es in ihrer Ehe ganz ähnlich gelaufen ist.

Auch mich hatte das Telefonat scharf gemacht, so scharf, dass meine Möse unter Wasser stand und dringend der Slip gewechselt werden musste.

Jetzt wollte ich natürlich wissen, wie sie und Karl ihre Probleme überwunden hätten. Sie drücke herum und wollte nicht mit der Sprache herausrücken. Erst als ich sie richtiggehend bedrängte und ihr drohte die Freundschaft zu kündigen zeigte sie sich bereit, aber nur gegen das Versprechen der hundertprozentigen Verschwiegenheit, mir weiterzuhelfen.

Sie könne zwar nicht einfach so darüber sprechen, wollte mir aber eine DVD zur Verfügung stellen, auf der ich alles sehen könne. Sie habe das auch mit ihrer Familie besprochen und die sei mit ihrem Vorgehen einverstanden. Nochmals bestand sie auf absolute Verschwiegenheit,

auch Georg gegenüber. Ich sollte, nachdem ich mir die DVD angesehen hatte, unbedingt erst mit ihr sprechen, bevor ich etwas anderes tat. Da sie ja in einer ca. 80 km entfernten Stadt wohnte, bat ich sie mir die DVD doch zu schicken, was sie aber rigoros ablehnte. Sie würde mir die DVD bei unserem nächsten Treffen am Samstag bei uns zuhause nur persönlich und sehr diskret übergeben.

Das kam mir ja alles recht komisch und doch geheimnisvoll vor. Überhaupt nicht erfreut war ich, dass sie auch mit Karl, den meinte sie wohl mit Familie, über mein nicht stattfindendes Liebensleben sprach.

Leider musste ich das Telefongespräch abbrechen, da die Kinder aus der Schule nach Hause kamen und ich escort ataşehir nicht vor Daniel und Sabine über das Thema weiterreden wollte.

Die beiden waren ja schon 18, bzw. 19 Jahre alt, aber wer spricht schon gerne über Sexprobleme mit den Kindern. Die beiden waren natürlich aufgeklärt, und ihre Jungfernschaft längst verloren, aber soweit ich wusste hatten beide momentan keine Beziehungen, die Vorbereitung aufs Abitur hatte für beide Priorität.

Vor lauter Neugierde wäre ich am liebsten sofort zu Sandra gefahren und hätte mir DVD geholt, aber mir fiel keine vernünftige Begründung dafür ein. So musste ich also noch 5 lange Tage warten, und stellte mir in dieser Zeit alle für mich zu diesem Zeitpunkt möglichen sexuellen Ausschweifungen vor.

Aber wie das unser Sexleben wieder in Schwung bringen sollte, konnte ich mir nicht vorstellen, da wir ja schon alles versucht hatten.

Der Samstag war für mich mit Essensvorbereitungen und Tischdekoration, wobei mir Sabine zur Hand ging, ausgefüllt. Keine Zeit an die DVD zu denken.

Gegen 15 Uhr kam meine Schwester mit Ihrer Familie bei uns an. Karl 42, Fabrikant, gutaussehend und witzig, Andrea 18 Jahre alt und das Ebenbild ihrer Mutter, noch verstärkt durch die gleiche Art sich zu kleiden. Beide trugen ein kurzes, leichtes Sommerkleid, spitze Pumps und Blazerjacke, man könnte die beiden fast für Schwestern halten.

Jens gerade 18 Jahre alt geworden, ebenso groß wie sein Vater , sportlich, aber eher zurückhaltend, vielleicht sogar etwas schüchtern, aber sehr süß, sicher der Schwarm aller Mädchen an seiner Schule.

Nach der Begrüßung mit Umarmung und Küsschen nahmen wir im Wohnzimmer Platz und ich servierte den Kaffee. Sandra bot mir beim Abräumen ihre Hilfe an, die ich natürlich gerne annahm, da ich hoffte, dass sie die ungestörten Minuten in der Küche zur Übergabe der DVD nutzen wollte. Sandra hatte den gleichen Gedanken und überreichte mir die DVD, die sie aus Ihrer Blazertasche zog mit dem Hinweis, sehr vorsichtig damit umzugehen und unter allen Umständen nur alleine anzuschauen und danach nur mit ihr darüber zu sprechen.

Um meine Nachfragen im Keim zu ersticken drehte sich mit Schwung um die eigene Achse, das Kleid flog hoch und ich konnte ihren nackten Arsch sehen. Meine Schwester trug also keinen Slip, oder sollte ich mich getäuscht haben? Was hat das nur zu bedeuten, warum wurde mir nur so heiß?

Als ich zurück ins Wohnzimmer kam hatten unsere Besucherrinnen die Blazer abgelegt. Ich bemerkte erst durch die andauernden Blicke der Männer, dass sowohl Sandra als auch Andrea keinen BH trugen. Man konnte deutlich die Brustwarzen durch den dünnen Stoff erkennen.

Meine Schwester trug also überhaupt keine Unterwäsche, ob meine Nichte auch auf den Slip verzichtet hatte?

Wir sprachen über alles mögliche, den nächsten gemeinsamen Urlaub, die schulischen Leistungen der Kinder, usw. Daniel und Jens gingen zum Computerspielen in das Zimmer von Daniel, Sabine war es zu heiß, sie wollte sich umziehen und Andrea ihre neuesten Kleidungsstücke zeigen.

Karl und Georg begutachteten den neuen Wagen von Karl, sodass ich mit meiner Schwester alleine im Raum war. Sofort fragte ich natürlich nach ihrer fehlenden Unterwäsche, sie stand auf und zog das Kleid hoch über ihre Hüften, sodass ich deutlich ihre glattrasierte Fotze sehen konnte. Die inneren Schamlippen lugten, wie bei mir auch, etwas nach außen und schimmerten feucht. Das war wohl eine Eigenart unserer Familie. Bei mir wurde aber alles durch einen dichten Pelz verdeckt.

Sie sagte nur: „ Nachdem du die DVD gesehen hast, wirst du es schon verstehen”

Eine weitere Unterhaltung war nicht möglich, da die Mädchen zurückkamen. Sabine trug jetzt einen engen kurzen Rock und eine fast durchsichtige Bluse, deutlicher als bei unseren Besucherrinnen konnte man die Brustwarzen und sogar die Warzenhöfe erkennen. Abgerundet wurde das ganze durch hohe Pumps, die ihre makellosen langen Beine bestens zur Geltung brachten. Wenigstens zeichnete sich unter dem engen Rock ein Slip ab, dachte ich erleichtert. ataşehir escort

Jetzt war ich die einzige Frau mit BH am Tisch.

Kurz dachte ich daran mich auch umzuziehen, aber dann war ich doch zu feige dazu. Was hätte Georg dazu gesagt?

Ich nahm mir vor, ihn später danach zu fragen.

Nach und nach kamen auch die Männer wieder zurück und warfen während des ganzen Abendessen verstohlenen und später auch ganz offene Blicke auf die kaum verhüllten und zur Schau gestellten Brüste der drei Frauen, Sabine hatte sogar noch 2 Knöpfe ihrer Bluse

geöffnet und zeigte sich sehr interessiert an Jens. Darüber würde noch zu reden sein..

Für meine verstecken Titten interessierte sich niemand, das gefiel mir gar nicht, trotzdem war meine Möse nass, ob es den anderen Frauen genauso ging? Und überhaupt was war mit den Männern?

Nachdem wir uns nach dem gelungenen und kurzweiligen Tag herzlichst verabschiedet hatten freute ich mich bereits jetzt auf das verabredete Treffen in 14 Tagen bei meiner Schwester.

Da es schon sehr spät war, verschob ich die Aussprache mit Sabine auf den nächsten Tag und wollte nur noch ins Bett mit Georg. Das Wissen um die Nacktheit meiner Schwester, die

versteckte DVD, die ich erst am Montag anschauen konnte, all das brachte mich in eine Stimmung die ich schon seit Jahren nicht mehr kannte.

Als Georg nackt aus dem Bad ins Schlafzimmer kam, lag ich auf dem Bett und streichelte langsam mit einer Hand durch meinen feuchten Pelz zwischen den Beinen. Auf meine Frage, ob er es gut fände wenn ich mich zwischen den Beinen rasieren würde antwortet er rücksichtsvoll wie immer: „Wenn du es willst, fände ich es gut, aber wie kommst du jetzt darauf”.

Ich erzählte ihm, dass ich das heute bei Sandra gesehen hätte, weil sie keinen Slip trug. Er schaute mich entgeistert an, aber sein Schwanz hatte alles verstanden, denn der stand wie schon lange nicht mehr. Um ihn noch mehr zu verwirren sagte ich noch, dass er während des Essen die ganze Zeit abwechselnd auf die nackten Brüste von Sandra, Andrea und sogar Sabine, seiner Tochter, gestarrt hat und mich keines Blickes gewürdigt habe.

Er antwortet nur, dass es bei den anderen mehr zu sehen gab, worauf ich wütend ausrief: „Dann gehe ich zum nächsten Treffen eben auch halbnackt”.

Sein schon wieder etwas kleiner gewordener Schwanz erhob sich wieder zur vollen Größe.

Das wollte er also.

So angestachelt schob ich mich über ihn und nahm seinen voll erigierten Riemen in den Mund und blies wie wild. Mit der Hand schob ich die Vorhaut bis zum Anschlag zurück und verwöhnte seine pralle, rote Eichel mit meiner Zunge. Nach kurzer Zeit stöhnte er:

„ich spritze” und wollte seinen Schwanz aus meinem Mund ziehen. Aber ich hielt ihn fest und so spritzte er mir das erste Mal die volle Ladung Sperma in den Mund. Ich hatte zwar schon öfter sein Sperma mit der Zungenspitze gekostet, aber bis jetzt abgelehnt zu Schlucken.

Jetzt konnte ich gar nicht genug von dem Zeug kriegen, alles leckte ich sauber, seinen Schwanz, seinen Bauch, meine Finger und es schmeckte köstlich.

Davon wollte ich zukünftig viel mehr haben.

Georg war erschrocken und wollte sich entschuldigen, aber ich fiel ihm ins Wort und keuchte:

„So mein geiler Hengst, du hast deinen Spaß gehabt, jetzt bin ich dran”.

Sein Schwanz stand immer noch, oder schon wieder, steif in die Höhe. Ich kletterte auf ihn und versenkte den Spieß in meiner nassen und gierigen Fotze. Wild stöhnend ritt ich nun zum gemeinsamen Höhepunkt, er spritzte nochmals ab und ich schrie den besten Orgasmus meines bisherigen Lebens hinaus. Nach einigen Minuten der Erholung stieg ich vom Pferd und kümmert mich liebevoll mit dem Mund um seinen Schwanz.

Manchmal wünschte ich mir, er wäre etwas größer.

Nachdem ich alles saubergeleckt hatte, küsste ich Georg auf dem Mund und ließ dabei etwas von unseren Säften in seinen Mund laufen. Er ließ die Flüssigkeit in seinem Mund kreisen wie bei einer Weinprobe, schluckte und erklärte das es super schmeckt, Mösenheimer Spermatrunk.

Er wollte noch mehr dazu sagen, aber ich verschloss ihm den Mund mit einem liebevollem Kuss.

Eng aneinandergekuschelt schliefen wir ein, mein letzter Gedanke war, was mir die DVD noch zeigen könnte. Erste Erfolge hatten sich ja schon eingestellt, Dank meiner Schwester.

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I was working late in the office, but I wasn’t the last one to switch off my PC and go home. Scott, the new boy, tall dark and skinny, was still sat at his computer. I was puzzled what he was still doing there: having only started last week, he couldn’t have had a backlog of work yet.

Scott had given me lingering looks before, as if he was checking me out. I stood next to him at the urinals on his second day, and I was sure I caught him looking down at my dick. That seemed a little unfair, so as he looked up again, I caught a glimpse of his. He certainly wasn’t modestly hiding it. He had undone all his trouser buttons, pulled down his underpants, and sat his ball-sack on top of the elastic. Below a cloud of dark brown pubic fur was slung his circumcised dick – long and slim and smooth like the rest of him.

Now, don’t get me wrong, normally I’m as straight as the next man: my cock has been up its fair share of pussies, and the idea of fucking a man’s arse was not something that seems at all attractive. But at the urinals that day, after that fleeting glance at this strangers semi-flaccid dick, I could feel mine swelling a little.

Tonight as I tapped away the last few figures into a spreadsheet, I could feel Scott’s eyes lingering at me over his monitor again.

It was raining outside, and I had to cycle home. As cycling to work was my only exercise, I was determined to do it in all weathers, even tonight. I shut down my computer at about 8pm, when darkness had fully fallen. I moved over to where the coathooks were holding my change of clothes on the wall.

“You off?” Scott raised his voice.
“Yep, just gonna change into my waterproof gear – hope you don’t mind – it’s pissing it down out there.”
“Want a lift?”
“No thanks, I’ve got my bike.”

I removed my shoes, my necktie, my suit jacket, and my trousers and folded them into a pile. I took waterproof trousers, jacket and sports shoes from my back pack, bursa eskortlar and replaced them with my suit. I don’t know why, perhaps to tease Scott, but I decided to remove my white shirt at well. Normally I’d wear it under my anorak, but for some reason I decided to bear my chest. I stood there in just my white jockey shorts for a while, the tight material clearly showing the contours of my genitals. After parading about for a minute, I pulled on my waterproof trousers and jacket, ties my shoes, and shouted “Bye” across the office.

At traffic lights I held up my arm to signal left, and waited for them to change from red. A wide puddle lined the corner kerb. As the lights went green, I turned, slowly peddling through the puddle. From the right came an estate car, apparently inconsiderate, fast through the puddle, spraying me with gallons of water, and making me loose my balance. I landed on my side, half off my bike, my two hands holding me up on the kerb.

“Fucking dick!” I shouted at the car.

Its brake lights came on, and it indicated it was parking at the kerb. The driver’s door opened, and out stepped Scott. He ran over, apologising and panicking. My front wheel was bent and buckled. I was shaking.

“Now I’ll have to offer you a lift,” he said.

Back at his flat, I left my bike in the boot of his car, and dripped my way up the two flights of stairs to his front door. He put on soft lighting and the kettle, and took me to his bathroom. He started to run a hot bath, indicating it was for me. He pulled out a large soft towel from the airing cupboard, handed it to me, and left the bathroom with a very guilty look on his face.

Looking down, I could see that my hands and fingers were grazed from their scrape on the kerb, and I realised I wasn’t even going to be able to turn the bath taps off, let alone pull down the zipper on my waterproof jacket. I called for Scott.

He put his head around the door, sheepishly. I just showed him my hands.

“Shit. bursa bayan escort They need cleaning up. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. Let me help you.”

Scott unzipped my anorak to reveal my wet torso, muddy down the left side and goosepimpled with cold. As he slipped it over my shoulders, he let his hands run over my tense nipples, and flashed a look at my eyes to see my reaction. He gently took the jacket over my hands and then led me over to the basin.

I faced the mirror over the basin, and saw Scott press against my back and put his chin on my shoulder. He turned on the taps, filled the sink, and lowered my hand into the water, gently easing out the grit and cleaning off the mud and blood.

Gently, I said, “Thanks” – the first words uttered for a good couple of minutes.
He whispered, “That’s okay” softly into my ear.
I’m sure I could feel his dick swelling against my backside.

After pulling out the plug from the basin, it was obvious I was going to need more help. “Er… this is a bit embarrassing,” I said, nodding toward the bath and showing him my sore hands.

The bubbles were now reaching the brim, and Scott bent over and turned off the taps. He stepped back over to me, and pulled down my waterproof trousers. There I was standing in just my white jockey shorts again, Scott still fully suited. He pulled the trousers over my feet and looking directly at my crotch, said, “This seems a little unfair, let me even things out a bit.”

As I stood there looking direct into his eyes, he threw his jacket in the corner, pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, ripped off both socks, and stood there in just his trousers.

“Keeping your trousers on?” I asked, trying not to sound too disappointed.
“I’ve gone commando today,” he said.
“So?”

He undid the top two buttons and let his trousers drop to the floor. Up sprung a semi-hard circumcised dick – long and slim and smooth like the rest of him. He stepped over to me, dropped to his knees, and pulled down my jockey shorts with such thrust that when my semi –hard dick sprung up, it hit him on the chin.

He stood up fully, only an inch apart from me, and our two dicks crossed. He brushed the wet fringe from my eyes (now wet as much with sweat as with rain) and we looked at each other nervously for a second, before both launching confidently into a kiss. He had his hand on my arse, (because of my grazed palms, I had my wrist on his) and we pulled ourselves together closer. Our dicks were now as stiff as cycle pumps.

We sidestepped into the bath, still kissing, and lowered ourselves to our knees. After a minute Scott pulled away and my eyes were shut. From under the bubbles found a soapy sponge. He washed my upper body and then with one hand on my shoulder, he began to wash my dick with the sponge.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and now and then Scott would lean forward and gently bite my lip.
Short sharp bursts of breath indicated that I was gonna come quickly – I was really turned on – and so Scott increased the speed of his soap tugging. When I came, I spurted all over his dick, my mouth gaping wide and tears on my cheek with ecstasy.

As Scott leant back sitting on his heels, he pushed my head down to suck my come off his dick. With my hands behind my back, my head pumped up and down on his long shaft, occasionally guided his hand. Occasionally he gripped his own tight balls. I ran my tongue around his firm head and lick the pre-cum from the eye of his dick. Suddenly Scott would jerk like he was gonna come, and I got ready to suck down his dick juice. But I knew he was gonna come when he whimpered and moaned, resting his hands on my head and kneeling up fully. “Ohhhh!” he exclaimed, as jets of warm come hit the back of my mouth, and I gulped it down.

As I pulled away, a little drop of come rested on the corner of my mouth, and Scott kissed it off. We embraced and fell back in the bath in the same direction. In the hot water we rested a while, grinning inanely and waiting for out dicks to come back to life. To tell the truth, I was wondering how I was going to towel myself off with my sore hands.

Perhaps I’ll end the story one day…

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My name is Jose and I’m a first generation Mexican-American. I’m the first person in my family to go to college and so far, my freshman year hasn’t been everything I expected. I thought I’d be going home with a different girl every week. Some guys have a real skill with picking up women, but I don’t. My roommate Stephen is even worse, mostly because he’s always smoking grass. He went to a boarding school in Connecticut, and I think they smoke a lot of grass up there. He’s fair-skinned and tall but wiry, I think from playing so much lacrosse. So we don’t look anything alike.

A few Thursday nights ago, I went to bed early and Stephen went out drinking with his buddies. He came in after midnight and stumbled into bed. He tried not to make noise, but I did wake up. I pretended like I was sleeping because I didn’t want to have a conversation with him. A few minutes later, I heard his covers rustling and I looked over. He was laying naked on top of the bed and stroking his cock. I had an early class in the morning and I was a little annoyed. It was almost pathetic looking at Stephen tugging on his soft cock trying to make it come bursa escort to life.

I laid there for a minute watching him. I’m not gay or anything, but my cock started getting hard. Stephen didn’t notice me getting up. His eyes were closed and he kept jerking himself off. I walked to his side of the room, grabbed his bottle of conditioner off the shelf next to his bed, and poured about half the bottle onto his crotch. As soon as I started pouring, Stephen stopped, opened his eyes and asked what I was doing. I didn’t say anything but I put my hand around his cock and started stroking it. He made a feeble attempt to stop me, but I barked at him to put his hands behind his head. With only a little protest, he did what I told him.

It didn’t take long for his cock to get hard. He just laid there with his eyes closed as I played with his cock and balls. I’ve never touched a cock other than my own, and it was kind of fun feeling it get hard in my hands. I squeezed his slippery cock and pulled up and down on it. Stephen spread his legs and bent his knees up just a little. I began to gently finger the bursa eskort bayan rim of his asshole. After a minute or two, my lubed-up fingers were sliding in and out of his ass. His cock was so hard I thought he might orgasm.

I slid off my underpants and climbed on the bed between his spread legs. I assume he noticed but he didn’t say anything. With my cock in one hand and his cock in the other, I put the swollen head of my cock against his anus and pushed barely a little.

He said “no, I’m not gay.”

I didn’t stop squeezing and pulling on his cock as I pushed a little further into his asshole. He made a small grimace and then moaned but otherwise didn’t move. With his eyes still closed, he said again, “I’m not gay, we can’t do this.” But his cock was hard and so was mine. Still kneeling between his legs, I pushed slowly all the way into him. I leaned over, put my weight on his chest, and he opened his legs further. A minute or two later, I was on top of him sliding my cock in and out of him slowly but firmly. Neither of us said anything, but I was breathing heavily into his ear. I could feel the tension in his body and his hard cock against me.

I wasn’t in a hurry, so I just slowly slid my cock in and out of him. His asshole was tight around my cock, and from the way he responded, it was clear he was a virgin. His eyes were still closed but his legs were wide open.

After a few more strokes, we made eye contact briefly and I kissed him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth. The kiss only lasted a few seconds. I rolled off him, pushed him onto his stomach and got on top of him. I told him to stick his ass up and my cock found its way into him. With my arms over his shoulders I pushed myself into him as hard and deep as I could. After a few more long strokes, his body shuddered and then went limp. I hadn’t cum yet, so I told him to stick his ass up so I could finish. He stuck his ass up but laid there motionless as I fucked him as hard as I could. It didn’t take long, and I pushed as deep into him as I came. A few strokes later, I pulled my spent cock out of him and rolled off of him.

Neither of us said a word. I grabbed a towel and went off to shower. When I got back to the room, he was sleeping. I slept well that night and made it to class on time the next morning. We haven’t said anything about it, but the next time he comes back to the dorm drunk, he’s going to be sucking my cock before I fuck him.

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To say that Kelly had enjoyed the last session would be an understatement. I had expected a week or so to pass before we could set up another meeting, but the very next day after a class at the gym she came up to me with a huge smile on her face.

“Last night was so amazing,” she said, “I get instantly wet just thinking about it. I’ve managed to arrange the kids to be with their dad this weekend, I don’t suppose you and Anji are free on Saturday?”

As it happened, we were, and I knew just what we had in mind, as Anjali and I had discussed this the previous night after Kelly had left. Although Anjali had been very happy to take the lead with Kelly in introducing her to the joys of watersports, her natural inclination and preference was to be a sub, and specifically, a lesbian sub. And the more lesbians — and the more sub — the better!

“We wondered if, given you clearly like taking charge of an exercise class, you’d like to be in charge of Anji for the evening? You’re very good at giving instructions!” I replied, hoping she wouldn’t take offence.

“OMG” she gasped, “I’d been wondering the exact same thing. I like being taught things, but it’s nice to be in charge every now and then”. Clearly great minds were thinking alike, and we arranged for Kelly to come to visit that weekend. Knowing what Anji found particularly arousing, I also arranged for Kelly to meet me first when she arrived so I could dress her appropriately, while Anji would be getting ready in another room.

After that the weekend could not come quick enough. We even abstained from watching any porn in order to build up the desire, so by the time Saturday afternoon came round we were both feeling horny as hell. At last 7pm arrived, and the doorbell sounded. And there should Kelly, looking slightly nervous, but kindly carrying a bottle of bubbly which I have to say did not last long.

After we’d cracked open a second bottle — and making sure neither girl made any trips to the loo — Kelly and I set off downstairs while Anji went upstairs to dress — or undress, depending on your point of view. After descending the stairs to the dungeon, I led Kelly to the rack of clothes we had along one wall. I had already picked out what I knew Anji would like, and I hoped that they would fit Kelly. Luckily — for me! – Kelly had never worn latex before, and was happy to receive my help in getting dressed.

We first stripped her naked, and gave her an all over coating of silicon oil. I have to confess my cock was rigid as I helped with this, and I was half tempted to abandon the session and start playing with Kelly there and then, but I had promised Anji that this would be her evening. I selected a latex garter belt, with four wide suspender straps on each side, and helped slide it up and around Kelly’s waist. I then picked some black, footless stockings, turned them inside out and applied a very thin layer of oil, then reversed them again, and helped Kelly slide them up over her long, tanned legs. Although much more muscular than Anjali because of her job, we managed this without too much effort and the effect was amazing — I almost came on the spot.

Attaching the clips to the top of the stockings, I picked out a butt plug, lubed it and slid it into Kelly’s willing ass. Then we selected a pair of split crotch latex panties and lubed and slid these up over her legs, before choosing some black, shiny platform shoes with 5 inch heels. Although more usually in trainers, I knew Kelly was more than happy in heels as she’d worn them on a previous visit. I tied a black choker around her neck, and finally, a black PVC bustier with 5 buckles on the front was fastened around her body. With a 1/4 cup pushing up her generous boobs, Kelly looked stunning — and she knew it. She could not take her eyes off herself in the mirror, and her fingers kept reaching down to flicker against her hairless pussy. I got some latex shine and applied it to her legs and panties and buffed it until the sleek, skin-tight stockings shone. It was time to call down Anji!

Anji had selected some sheer white stockings which set off her brown legs perfectly, and matched these with a pearl g-string — one of her favourites — and a lacy bra. Although not as generously endowed as Kelly, she was gorgeously shaped, with pert nipples already showing through the fabric. I saw her eyes widen when she saw Kelly, and caught her breath.

“Oh my God” she stammered, unable to take her eyes escort bursa off her. Kelly looked across, but did not smile.

“OK, bitch, you know you’re mine for the evening, don’t you?” she snarled, “You’re mine to do whatever I like with, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes” replied Anjali.

“Yes WHAT?” came the stern response.

“Yes, Mistress” Anji replied.

Kelly picked up a ball gag, choker and lead, walked over to Anjali, and pulled her hair back, forcing her mouth open. Leaning over, she spat into Anji’s mouth and shut it again.

“You’re going to be my bitch and clean my ass, lick my pussy and drink my pee, aren’t you, you worthless slut?” she demanded.

“Yes Mistress, I’m going to be your ass-licking, cunt cleaning and piss drinking slut, Mistress” Anji replied meekly, having swallowed Kelly’s spit in the meantime.

“That’s better” responded Kelly, before she took the ball gag and tied it in Anjali’s mouth, then fastened the choker tightly round her neck and attached a lead.

“On the floor, slut” she said, and forced Anji to her hands and knees, before walking her round the room like a pet. I knew this was something Anji had been fantasising about — in fact I had told Kelly this earlier — and was delighted to see her adopting a suitably submissive attitude. I knew she was up for much more significant domination, but accepted that this would emerge both tonight and in the sessions to come.

After a couple of turns round the room, Kelly led Anji to the gynae chair, removed her panties and helped her climb in. She strapped her legs into the stirrups that held her thighs apart, and her arms were tied so that she lay spreadeagled on her back. The lead she tied to the back of the chair so there was a bit of tension on Anji’s choker, but not too much. Kelly removed the ball gag, then reached behind her, and took the butt plug out of her own ass.

“Lick this, you worthless cunt” she commanded, and forced the bulb into Anji’s mouth. Her eyes wide, Anji did as she was commanded, and enthusiastically sucked and licked the plug, before Kelly returned it to its original home inside her, and replaced the gag. Picking up a set of nipple and clit pumps from the cabinet, she proceeded to apply these to Anji, pushing the bra cups and g-string to one side.

She then picked up a pair of small clamps, each attached to a short length of cord, and each clamp was attached to Anji’s labia. Picking up some packing tape, Kelly pulled each labia back in turn, sticking the cord to Anji’s thigh with the tape, so that Anji’s pussy was spread wide and held wide open. Anji managed a moan as each clamp was applied, as the jaws dug into her soft, moist flesh, and I could see the soft pink folds inside her pussy exposed to the air. Finally, Kelly inserted a butt plug into Anji’s ass, her eyes widening as the bulb pushed inside her ring, but settling down as her sphincter accepted the intrusion.

Having got Anjali how she wanted her, Kelly stood up, and from the cabinet retrieved a small box and a jar of lube. Opening the box, she revealed a set of sounds, each glistening steel, of different diameters.

“We’re going to have some fun with your peehole!” she announced, returning to the chair, and I heard Anji’s breathing get shorter and shorter. Although she loved all forms of urine play, I knew she had never been sounded before, but desperately wanted to try. Kelly selected a narrow sound to start with, and stuck it in her mouth to warm it up. After a few seconds, she withdrew it, coated the end in lube, and knelt between Anji’s legs.

She rubbed the end of the narrow rod up and down the moist pussy, just touching the pink flesh, and Anji writhed in anticipation. She was moaning almost constantly, now, but this stopped as Kelly moved the tip of the rod, and oh-so-gently gently circled her urethra. I could see Anji tense up as she felt it tickle her sensitive flesh, and she gave a short gasp as the end pushed gently inside her. 1mm, then 2mm, then 3, until a centimetre had disappeared inside her. Anji had almost stopped breathing and her eyes were rolled back.

“You love it, don’t you, bitch?” whispered Kelly, and and Anji moaned in affirmation. “Let’s see what you can take” Kelly continued, then proceeded to slowly slide the metal probe in and out of the pink hole, each time going in and out a little further, in and out. Anji was by now quivering. The gag prevented her from making any eskort bursa coherent sound, but the constant groan certainly indicated she was enjoying it.

The tight straps on her arms and legs, and the choker around her neck prevented her from moving much at all, so all she could do was engage with the extraordinary and hitherto unexperienced feeling of a smooth rod sliding in and out of a part of her body that had never before been penetrated. The sound was now sliding in and out up to 10cm deep, and Kelly looked impressed.

“You’re a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?” she asked, “I bet there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for me is I asked you to, is there?” Anji managed a grunt and a quick shake of her head indicated that she would indeed be willing to be Kelly’s total fuck-toy, should she so desire it.

“Let’s try something a little larger” said Kelly, as she took a wider sound from the box and prepared it as before. The new rod was maybe 8-9mm in diameter, almost twice as wide as the previous one. She positioned her head just above the glistening pussy, and as she withdrew the first sound, she clamped her mouth over the urethra, which gave out a short jet of urine as Anji’s groin muscles contracted with the sensation.

“Mmmmmm” she groaned as she tipped her head back, gargled with the hot piss, then swallowed it. I almost came on the spot. It had taken only a couple of weeks for Kelly to transform from the demure gym teacher into a pee drinking Domme, and clad in the shiny black latex, she looked every bit a goddess.

“Let’s try this one” she murmered, and tickled the smooth, rounded end of the sound around the twitching urethra. “Just relax” she said to Anji, as she probed gently, and then, with a short intake of breath by the helpless sub, the end disappeared inside her.

The increase in size was significant, and Rchel took her time getting the narrow passageway used to the intruder, but it wasn’t long before she was able to slide the larger model in and out with just as much ease as the previous one. It was hard for me to tell, but it even appeared that Anji was taking even more than the 10cm she had managed on the previous occasion. After a couple of minutes playing, Kelly removed the clit pump from Anji’s engorged mound, and indicated to me to pass her a vibrator.

I selected an Hitachi wand from the cabinet and passed it to her. With her left arm looked around Anji’s thigh, Kelly teased the buzzing toy on her pulsing clit, while with her right hand she continued to fuck her urethra with the sound. The effect on Anjali was overwhelming. Although unable to move, her body tensed and contorted and it was obvious that an overwhelming orgasm was about to erupt.

“Mmmmnnnggggg” was about the only sound she could manage, before a final spasm ripped through her body. Just as it did so, Kelly withdrew the sound and a huge jet of piss burst forth from Anji’s pussy. Kelly let the stream flow for a couple of seconds, before clamping her mouth over the gaping cunt again. Her eyes widened as she took the full force of the stream directly into her mouth, but this time rather than swallow it she filled her mouth and stood up. Leaning over Anjali’s flushed and sweating face, she pulled the gag aside, and dribbled the amber nectar back into Anji’s thirsty mouth.

“What do you say, slut?” she asked.

Anji could only stammer “Thank you, Mistress” as she gratefully swallowed her own hot, salty piss.

“I guess you’ve earned some reward now” said Kelly as she released the choker lead so Anji could move her head and see her more clearly. Walking over to the toilet in the corner of the room, she removed her latex panties and the butt plug, and proceeded to pee not just into the toilet, but on the toilet, and all over the surrounding floor.

“Oh dear, I seem to have had an accident” she smiled, “I wonder how I can clean that all up?” She looked at her sub still strapped to the gynae chair. “It’s lucky I have a worthless cunt who likes cleaning up pee available to help” she said as she walked back to the chair, and proceeded to untie the straps and remove the nipple pumps.

Anji stretched her aching limbs and tried to stand up.

“On your knees, you useless bitch” snarled Kelly, “Now clean me!” She thrust her groin forward and pulled back her pussy lips, and Anji willingly complied — this was a task she was very happy to complete! Licking all over the wet cunt, she cleaned it of pee, pushing her tongue into the moist slit to ensure she took in every drop. She even ran her tongue down and round towards Kelly’s ass to clean up every drop.

“That’s enough!” said Kelly, who then took the lead in her hand, and led a submissive Anji on her hands and knees towards the toilet. “Let’s get the floor cleaned first” she commanded, as she pushed Anji flat on the floor. With Anji face down in a pool of piss, she rested one shoe on the side of her face. In her latex outfit, with a willing sub at her feet, Kelly looked the epitome of a professional domme.

She leant over, and used Anji’s long, dark hair to mop up some of the lake of pee. Pushing her head back, she forced Anji to open her mouth, and squeezed the still warm piss out of Anji’s hair into her gaping mouth.

“Swallow that” she commanded, and then helped Anji squirm and writhe on the floor as she soaked the rest of the hot urine into her bra, panties and stockings, covering her body in the process.

Anji did an excellent job, sucking up pools of piss and swallowing them, although at one stage Kelly commanded her to dribble a mouthful of pee into her own mouth, which she mixed with her own saliva and than proceeded to spray back all over Anji’s face, soaking her further. Anji was by this stage a complete mess, her mascara and lipstick were smeared all over her wet face, her hair soaked and tangled, and her clothes sodden and dishevelled. But I knew she was loving it!

“Come on, let’s get this toilet clean as well” instructed Kelly, leading Anji on her hands and knees towards the porcelain bowl. I knew full well that this was one of Anji’s most arousing tasks, but Kelly watched in amazement as Anji proceeded to enthusiastically lick all round the outside of the bowl, then the top and bottom of the seat, and then the rim of the bowl itself. It had been in a pristine state at the start of the evening, and before long it returned to that start, as Anji’s eager pink tongue made short work of cleaning up all the glistening drops and pools of piss.

She hungrily swallowed down each mouthful, glancing across to Kelly for approval from time to time. Kelly was clearly turned on watching her sub demean herself so totally and was feverishly rubbing her own clit, legs spread to expose herself as fully as she could.

“Shall I clean the inside, Mistress?” quietly asked Anji. Kelly glanced at me as this was not something we’d discussed before, but I gave a slight nod.

“Of course you have to clean the inside, you stupid bitch” she replied, “You don’t think I’m going to do that myself, do you?”

“Of course, Mistress” came the obedient reply, and the willing sub bent over the bowl and proceeded to lick round the inside as well, starting at the top and working her way down. Kelly looked at me again, and made a slight pushing down movement of her hand with a quizzical look on her face. I nodded again — I knew Anji only too well! – and Kelly, still fingering her clit, walked over to her kneeling servant.

“I think you need a drink, don’t you?” she whispered, and, holding Anji’s by her hair, pushed her face down into the mixture of water and piss at the bottom of the bowl. A sucking and swallowing noise followed as Kelly kept her face submerged for several seconds, before yanking her head back. Anji was gasping for breath but looking very pleased with herself, urine and water running down her front and dripping from her chin.

“More please Mistress” she managed to stammer, before Kelly, with a look of amazement, forced her head down again, all the while fingering her own pussy with her spare hand. This time, she kept pressing down until Anji could take it no more and forced her head back, swallowing and spluttering. Her eyes were now bloodshot and she was utterly drenched. Kelly, who had been making growingly more intense groans, was clearly on the point of orgasm herself.

Holding Anji’s face directly in front of her own dripping cunt she screamed as wave after wave of contraction ripped through her body, and she even managed a further short burst of hot urine directly into Anji’s face.

But eventually the spasms died down, and both girls collapsed in each others’ arms on the floor. Kelly was kissing and licking Anji’s face, and gently caressing her sodden hair.

“Oh my fucking god” she whispered, “I’ve never come so fucking hard in all my life. I had no idea what I was capable of”. Anji’s face, though wrecked, was a picture of perfect bliss.

“I’m your toilet” she whispered back, “I’m your fucking toilet. I’ll do whatever you command me to, Mistress”. And at that moment, I had no reason to disbelieve her!

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My name is Steve Victor. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, muscular and dare I say extremely good-looking young Black man currently living in Virginia. This year has been the year of changes for me. I graduated from Castor Academy, an all-male private boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts, and got accepted into Saint Theresa College. It’s a private, deeply religious school located in rural Virginia. Originally, it was a women’s institution for well over two hundred years, but three years ago they voted to admit men. The college is now home to ten thousand students, and half of them are men. Unfortunately, there are only eighteen hundred Black students, and I’m one of them.

I wasn’t too sure what to make of Saint Theresa College when I got there. I expected a stuffy, elitist, all-white, female-dominated place. It was quite different. Well, it was still mostly white, but that’s what you get for living in the great state of Virginia. The school originally offered Women’s Archery, Basketball, Bowling, Cross Country, Fencing, Field Hockey, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Rifle, Rugby, Softball, Soccer, Swimming, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling. For club sports, they offered Women’s Cycling, Equestrian and Boxing. The Equestrian Club recently became coed, with five male Equestrians among its roster of twelve. With the arrival of the male students, the school added new athletic opportunities for the men. They started Men’s teams in Archery, Basketball, Baseball, Bowling, Cross Country, Fencing, Football, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Rifle, Rugby, Soccer, Swimming, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling. For club sports, they offered Men’s Cycling, Rowing and Boxing.

My first day at Saint Theresa College, I tried out for the Football team. I made it, too. I was selected to be an offensive lineman. That’s cool with me because that’s what I liked doing. I played football for Castor Academy back in high school. I loved it. It’s an experience which I will never forget. The Football coach, Michael Slade was a tall, burly Black man in his early fifties. He was also the Director of Athletics for the college. His daughter Emily Slade was the Captain of the Women’s Rugby team. She was rather famous, having being a high school wrestler and football player before joining the college varsity Women’s Rugby team. His son Arthur Slade, a tall and bulky, bald-headed Black guy was on the college’s Men’s Wrestling team. I guess everyone’s an athlete in this family. I would get to know the Slade family quite intimately. As for their mother, Sarah Jefferson Slade, she was the Director of Admissions for Saint Theresa College, as well as an alumnus of the school.

My roommate was a six-foot-tall, good-looking, red-haired and green-eyed Irishman named Manny Des. He was on the Saint Theresa College Men’s Basketball team. bursa escortlar He was sexy as hell. The first time I laid eyes on him, I saw something familiar. Yep, he was like me. A bisexual stud. I trust we were going to get along wonderfully. Manny Des was going out with a tall, sexy blonde named Ellen Grey, of the Saint Theresa College Women’s Soccer team. They made quite the cute couple. I met Ellen. She was a nice gal. sometimes, I hung out with Manny and his girlfriend. I had a lot of fun with them. I just wished Ellen would stop trying to fix me up with her girlfriends. I liked all kinds of women. However, there’s one type of chick I liked most. A brick house. I’m talking a tall, thick-bodied, big-bottomed and sensuous woman, preferably Black or Hispanic. You know what I’m talking about? Cool. I’ve hooked up with a few white chicks. They were fun. However, I like me a woman with a big ass. White chicks with big asses are rare. They’re out there, though. I just didn’t seem to run into one at Saint Theresa College. There weren’t a lot of Black women around either, so I found myself a somewhat frustrated brother.

Now, I was a young Black man in a rather unfamiliar environment. I had legions of female admirers. Lots of chicks go crazy for a good-looking Black stud in a college football jersey. However, I had read headlines about Black male athletes getting in trouble with the law over females. Yep. I wasn’t oblivious to that, or so overconfident that I thought it couldn’t happen to me. I didn’t want to sex up some chick, especially a white chick, and have her say that I sexually harassed her or worse. Yeah, besides, females can be too much trouble. At that point in my life, I decided to focus on the men. There were tons of good-looking young men at Saint Theresa College. Black men, White men, Asian men and Latino men. Sexy studs. Jocks of all types. Football studs. Hockey gods. Basketball superstars. Burly Wrestlers. Muscular Baseball champs. Lithe Volleyball players. Stocky Rugby men. Lean and nimble Swimmers. Agile Track men. Yeah, all kinds of studs. Yeah, an endless parade of good-looking men of all colors, shapes and sizes. An unlimited supply of fun to be had, if I played my cards right. I lucked out. I didn’t even have to leave my room to find some fun. It found me.

I was returning back to my dorm after a grilling afternoon at football practice. The Saint Theresa College football team was the newest member of the National Collegiate Athletic Association. We were operating at the Division Three level. We had a shot at taking our division title and coach Slade wasn’t letting us forget it. The man was really tough, and didn’t cut us much slack. He was tough on his own kids. I had classes with Arthur and Emily Slade. Apparently, coach was also tough at home. He expected bursa escort Emily to be the best damn Rugby Player on the women’s team. He also expected Arthur to reach the State Wrestling Championships in his weight class. Talk about high expectations!

I sometimes hung out with Arthur and Emily. Lots of the school jocks, both male and female, hung out together. Emily was a tall, thick and bodacious young Black woman with a pretty face, large breasts, wide waist and a plump bubble butt. I could tell that she was sweet on me. Truth be told, I was attracted to her too. But I wasn’t going to make a move on the football coach’s daughter. I was still a freshman and I didn’t want to get cut from the football team. I mean, I came to college to get a degree in engineering, but I also had hopes of being an outstanding football player. Who knows? Maybe if I was good enough, I might get drafted into the National Football League. Wouldn’t that be something? No thank you, Emily. I’m going to have to pass.

So, yeah, where was I? I was returning home from football practice. And to be honest, I was really tired. Yet, when I walked into my dormitory, what I found took my mind off football altogether. Manny Des was standing there, wearing only his blue boxers. I looked him up and down. And smiled. He looked at me, and didn’t smile. I knew that look. I asked him what was wrong. He told me the truth. Point blank. He had just broken up with Ellen, his longtime girlfriend. I looked at him sympathetically and clapped him on the shoulder. There was plenty of fish in the sea, I told him. There were five thousand women at Saint Theresa College. A handsome athlete like Manny could have his pick of them.

Manny looked at me, and told me that he didn’t want a girlfriend. He broke up with Ellen, not the other way around. He had had it with women. It wasn’t Ellen’s fault but she simply could not satisfy his needs. There were things which she simply couldn’t do for him, no matter how hard she tried. He wanted something which she simply didn’t have. I told him that there was no such thing as a perfect woman. Word up. Manny grinned, then told me that he wasn’t looking for a man. I asked him what he was looking for. He smiled and told me he had just found it. Then, he kissed me. I must say that I was surprised. I mean, I knew Manny was bisexual the moment I laid eyes on him. However, I didn’t know he wanted me. Nevertheless, I kissed him back.

When our lips parted, Manny smiled at me. He told me he’d been wanting to kiss me for a long time. I smiled, and kissed him again. Truth be told, I wanted him. I had wanted him for a long time as well. I felt a certain longing when I saw him with Ellen, walking around holding hands on campus. I liked Manny. Why? He was sexy, good-looking, smart, charming and a really nice guy. I liked him a lot. And he liked me too. We kissed again, and tumbled on the bed. I took off my clothes, and he threw his boxers away. We stood naked, facing each other. I admired Manny’s body. Tall, lean, muscular. Pretty face, sexy body and big dick. My man had the total package. He checked me out as well, running his hands all over my six-foot-three, muscular body. He traced his hands over my sex, and liked what he felt in his hands. Laughing, we rolled around and wrestled. It was pretty intense, funny, and kind of erotic. I found myself on top of Manny. He smiled, and put his arms around me. We kissed again. I took my sweet time kissing him. I wasn’t in any rush and neither was he. We were exploring each other’s bodies, and in some way, souls as well.

Manny kissed me, all over. His hands grabbed my sex and stroked it, and caressed my buttocks. I kissed his lips, then licked his chest and cupped his manhood in my hands. He was so long and thick, so wonderfully erect. A sexy Irishman in all of his glory. He smiled, and stroked me as well. We kissed, and continued our sexy games. We masturbated each other to a guilty pleasure. Except we didn’t feel any guilt over it. When I came, he did as well, and we shared the seed of our masculine passions. I climbed on top of him. He entered me, and I rode him. I felt his hardness inside me, and surrendered to it. He thrust into me passionately, and I completely let go. And enjoyed. He came, and I welcomed the onslaught of his masculine essence inside me. He withdrew from me, and kissed me. We held each other tightly, in silence. Then, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was one of the best nights of my life.

The next morning was something I dreaded. How would Manny feel about what we did? I’ve been with a few men and some women whose personalities changed the morning after. Manny didn’t. He was still the same man. He smiled at me, and kissed me. I kissed him back. We didn’t talk about what happened between us, and instead spent the day together. It was a Saturday, so no problem there. We went to the movies and watched the latest action flick, and a science fiction feature. We also ate at Wendy’s and then went to the gym to work out together. Manny told me that he liked me, and wanted us to have lots of good times together. He also told me he cared about me. But he didn’t want the entire campus to find out about us because homophobes really don’t like it when their favorite athletes turn out to be queer. I understood. I mean, I play college football and if any of my teammates found out that I was bisexual, I’d be dead. Manny was in the same situation. The college basketball team wasn’t too keen on gay and bisexual players either. So, for the time being, we would keep our relationship, or whatever it was, a secret. I wasn’t too happy with it, but I understood the necessity. Manny and I had our fun at night, away from prying eyes. We also went out together. Yet no one knew we were an item. We were simply, well, us. For now, it would be enough.

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Thanks for reading my story. It is kind of a continuation of Passenger 213. Perhaps you should read that one first to get the full story.

Like all my stories this one contains graphic descriptions on anal enemas. If that offends you might want to pass this one by. To all the others I hope you enjoy reading it.

CHAPTER 1

It had been almost five months since Dr. Katie Teal had found herself the only living soul on a colony ship moving through deep space. The androids had been learning at a fast pace. Now she moved with caution all the time she moved about during the waking hours. She was most impressed with the punishment droids as they now moved as a team working together to capture and punish her. she could stop the computer program that controlled the androids at any time, but she found the games exciting.

She still did her morning runs naked with her hologram image displayed as she ran. She always looked forward to watching her tits bouncing in rhythm as she ran. She loved watching her strong young legs working as she ran. Although she was over fifty years old the sleep in the cryotube had slowed her aging to just months instead of years. In actuality she was still a young woman.

Katie had just seen one of the black androids searching for her as she pulled back behind the corner. Her heart was starting to race knowing how close they were to her. The black androids were for punishing her as the white androids were for pleasuring her. But she had designed the program to add one android each day until she commanded it to stop. She had stopped it just a month in. Now there were thirty punishment droids roaming the decks of the ship looking for her.

The punishments that the androids delt out ranged from simple spankings to huge retention enemas. The retention enemas had just started in the last month. This was how she knew the androids were learning. She had never adjusted her instructions as far as the enema went. She was still subject to any kind of enema the androids decided on. And lately the enemas had been huge retention enemas.

From the first time the androids had pushed the inflating nozzle up her ass Katie was addicted to it. Her mind was already working while the huge enema was forced into her bowels. She could feel her stomach starting to swell and she could feel the discomfort pushing deeper into her colon. The android had held her hands forcing her to bend forward. She could feel the weight slowly increasing as it hung below her.

“There you can hold that in your ass for a while, bitch,” The android had said. The android had disconnected from the nozzle and the inflator bulbs hit the back of her bare legs. The one-way valve in the delivery tube kept the enema from draining back out through the tube. “Run, Bitch!” the android had ordered her with a sudden electric shock to her ass cheek followed directly by another one.

Katie had squealed when she was shocked, but she started trotting very slowly. She could tell the enema wasn’t a super huge one, but she could tell she carried a respectable load in her bowels. She could feel the cramps rolling through her colon and she started breathing through her mouth. Her body wanted to lean forward, and her legs seemed to want to bow, which made it very difficult to run. The shock on her ass cheek this time was harder and she almost stumbled.

Forcing herself to straighten and forcing her legs straight she started trying to jog faster. She couldn’t believe her cunt was actually wet, but it was. She could feel the wetness slowly creeping down the insides of her bare thighs. The android kept pace with her ready to give her ass cheeks another shock if she stopped jogging. She ran slowly feeling the enema inside her bowels moving seeming to develop a rhythm of its own. Yes, she could feel it moving inside her up and down as she jogged.

The android stayed with her until she had made it all the way around the deck. Grabbing her arms once more forcing her to stop it moved behind her. She could feel the nozzle in her ass move seconds before she felt the balloon inside her rectum start shrinking. She knew there was no way for her to hold the enema inside until she was in one of the bathrooms.

Putting her hands against the wall she moved her feet back and spread them wide. Her mind was wondering where one of the pleasure droids was when she needed one. The thought of one of the firm rubber cocks pushing into her wet cunt made her shudder. She dropped her hand down and found her hard clit. Making soft circles she moaned and could feel her rectum tighten as her body sought its orgasm. She couldn’t control how hard her body was shaking as she climaxed. The wave of cramps seemed to roll through her bowels at just the right time.

Katie couldn’t hold her anus closed any longer. Bracing herself again with her hands she closed her eyes and relaxed her rectum. She could feel her rectum open, and several firm brown nuggets were forced out. She could hear and smell the stinky mixture as it splashed on the shining floor. Her bowels bursa merkez escort seemed to move in waves as more moved down to her rectum. The semi-hard log that her body pushed out seemed to hang from her rectum for several seconds before a small spurt of water forced it out. She could already hear the small floor cleaning robots working on the mess that had exited her body.

That had been a month ago. The punishment enemas she could tell were getting harsher. She had spent several nights thinking to herself. “What does it look like inside me while all the water is being forced up my ass”? She had masturbated every time she started thinking about it and how the droids had made her run while she held it. In the third night she thought she had the answer.

It took her two days to make the wireless transponder that would be equipped onto the androids that seemed to be programed to use the enemas on her. Now the wireless camera would be shoved up her ass before the nozzle was pushed in. It would be able to move freely in her colon and stomach as the enema was forced in. It would also monitor the linings in her bowels and stomach watching for tears or lesions. It could also tell the android to increase the amount she was holding.

CHAPTER 2

“Dr. Teal. The luxury Liner Blue Cloud has been rerouted due to a large meteor storm in its flight path. This has altered your intersection with this craft and has extended it to another thirteen months and eighteen days,” the female computer voice said over the loudspeaker. Katie felt her spirit drop as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Another year alone out here did not seem all that appealing. She skipped her morning run this day and sat nursing a huge cup of coffee.

Katie made her way up to the bridge and sat looking out through the big viewing screen. Though she was several protective layers back into the spaceship she could see everything clearly. She could feel the soft hum of the engines working as they moved the huge ship forward. “You seem to be rather depressed Dr. Teal,” the female voice said. “Is there anything I can do to help?” it asked.

“That’s almost three years,” Katie said. “To be by myself,” she added solemnly. “I don’t know if I can do that,” she said more to herself than out loud.

“May I make a suggestion, doctor?” the computer asked.

“Sure,” Katie replied.

“Why not create a companion?” the voice asked.

“I have androids all around me,” she replied.

“Yes. I understand that doctor. But you are a female and there are several hundred vials of frozen semen on the third deck,” the female voice continued. “Your body is ripe for breeding and in nine months you would have a companion to care for and love,” the female voice said. This news made Katie’s heart jump. She had always hoped she would be a mother one day. Maybe the timeline had been pushed up.

“Computer, can the androids assist me?” Katie asked softly still thinking.

“The androids can do everything but give birth and produce milk for it,” the female voice responded. Katie sat in the huge chair and thought for the next couple of hours. Maybe she was ready to be bred, and it would be nice to have someone to love and care for. She spent the rest of the day planning out her breeding day. The thought of everything started awakening the primal urges inside her and she could feel her arousal starting to rise.

She avoided two of the black droids as she made her way to the lounge. Sitting in one of the modified chairs she locked the buckle and ordered a Brandy Old Fashion. She was about half-way through it when the buckle locked. She waited to see which hole she was going to get the rubber cock in. She only had to wait a few seconds before she felt the head of the rubber cock pushing up into her cunt. The chair seemed to be gentle with her as it slowly fucked her. Yes, she needed to be bred.

The next morning Katie was back to her morning run. She could only imagine how her tits would feel bouncing on her chest full of milk. Would there be streams of milk shooting from her nipples or just drops. Would she still want to feel something inside her once she was pregnant? She could see the white android moving towards her and she could feel her cunt starting to get wet again as she got closer.

The two black androids came from the side hallway and blocked her way. The white android just stopped where it was. The strong rubbery hands gripped her wrists and forced them above her head. Lifting her off her feet the second android gripped her ankles. The first droid lowered her hands as the second one raised her feet. Soon she was hanging upside down with the droids spreading her feet wide. Katie knew what was coming and braced herself for it.

The first swat landed perfectly as they always did. Squarely between her spread twat lips and striking her clit dead center. The pain exploded through her cunt, and she felt her piss start spraying from between her legs. She could feel the warm liquid washing down her front and bursa escort kızlar back. The swats landed perfectly with loud splats. She took ten hard swats squarely on her cunt before the androids changed targets.

The next ten swats landed directly on her tight anus. She could feel her body shaking as she hung upside down. The aim of the droids was perfected with the help of their automation. She was sobbing uncontrollably when they finally released her. She couldn’t close her legs again, but she was glad that they hadn’t started swatting her tits. Slowly she pushed herself to her feet. The white android was still waiting where it stopped, and Katie could see the tube where the rubber cock came out of. But she walked bowlegged the other direction toward her sleeping quarters.

She spent the night with her legs spread apart with her cunt too sore to allow her to close her legs. The next morning, she was still sore as she made her way to the bridge once more. “Computer, could you have one of the androids bring me another cup of coffee,” Katie asked. “Could you show me the list of semen doners?” she asked. A screen in from of her lit up and pictures of very handsome men and a small background.

Katie spent the next two hours looking at pictures and reading backgrounds. These men would almost be senior citizens now and Katie felt a bit of sorrow inside as she had looked at the pictures. Finally, she had settled on a man named Lee. His picture showed him as a strong looking very handsome young man. His background was similar to hers with robotics seeming to be his interest. Katie went down to the cafeteria and had a late breakfast before she set out to her room.

CHAPTER 3

Katie felt good the next morning as she started running. Her tits were bouncing in a rhythm in just two strides. She loved hearing the slap of her bare feet on the polished floor. She watched the hologram display of her naked body and started wondering how long it would be before her body would start changing. She knew she would be fine for the first few months but when the baby started showing things would change.

Should she know which android would have the semen in it or should she fuck them all? Or just do it in the infirmary so everything was clean and sterile. She knew her body was fertile, and she would probably conceive on the first try. Her period had ended four days ago so she had two weeks to set her breeding date up. She could feel her cunt getting wet as she ran and thought. She wondered if her extreme horniness would subside a bit once she had given her body what it seemed to want. To be bred.

She saw one of the frames moving slowly along the floor and with a smile she stepped up into it. Feeling her body being restrained so she was now helpless only made her cunt wetted. She could feel her clit starting to throb as her legs were pulled open. The collar around her neck forced her head back giving access to her mouth if the probe wanted to go in that hole.

It took less than two minutes before she felt the probe moving up the back of her leg. She could feel it changing shape and position and then the firm pressure on her cunt as it spread her open. It started inspecting slowly as it moved deeper into her womb. She could see the hologram images being displayed. The inside of her cunt had a healthy pink color to it and the steady secretions could clearly be seen. The probe looked closely at her cervix and the small opening that the sperm cells would swim through. It all looked healthy and ripe for the seed to be planted.

She felt the small orgasm as the probe pulled from her wet cunt. She could feel the restrains releasing her and it took her a few seconds before she stepped out of the frame. The secretions flowed steadily down the inside of her bare thighs, and she could smell the deep musky scent coming up from her cunt. She found herself looking for one of the white androids not running anymore but walking instead. “Computer could you send a couple of the white androids to me?” she asked.

“Yes Dr. Teal. There will be two androids at your location in two minutes,” the female voice responded. Katie walked slowly down the huge hallway until she heard the soft steps of the two androids. Turning around she waited for the android to lift her gently. spreading her legs so one was on each side of him she put her arms around the hard white shell that made up the droids. It felt cold to her, but her cunt was spread now.

Gently the droid lowered her until her wet cunt was aligned with the rubber sheath. She could feel the firm rubber cock pushing into her wet pussy making her gasp. The strokes were slow allowing her to feel the pleasure as it moved inside her. The second droid had moved into position behind her, and she felt herself being moved. She could feel her anus being centered on the rubber sheath.

She screamed in pain as the firm rubber cock forced its way through the tight ring of her sphincter. The strong arms held her in position as the phallus was forced deeper. She could feel every inch as it reached the end of its stroke. The dull ache on her colon told her it was indeed deep. The droids held her firmly as the rubber cocks fucked her. The rubber cock in her ass lubricated itself every stroke and she could feel it going deeper.

Her orgasm came from nowhere and she screamed loudly as her body started shaking. She could feel the rubber cock increasing in girth as her orgasm climbed to its peak. Then both cocks bottomed and held as they pumped their fake semen deep into her body. Katie could feel the huge cock in her ass pulse as the fake semen was pumped deep into her colon. The droids held her for close to a minute before she felt the cock being pulled from her.

She couldn’t close her rectum tight, and she could feel the warm fluid oozing from her asshole and then down the back of her bare legs. She knew her shit was mixed in with the fluid, but she didn’t care as she started walking back toward the spa. She needed a massage, and her cunt needed shaving. She could hear the small floor cleaning robots following her leaving the soft coconut scent behind as they moved.

Katie had decided she wanted to be bred in a frame she would design. It would hold her still and helpless until the semen was deposited in her womb. She wasn’t sure if she wanted anything in her ass while it was going on but the fact that she was even thinking about it made her smile. She still had two weeks before she had to make a decision. She thought about how her behavior had changed since she had been alone.

The thought of being helpless excited her and the punishments that the droids delt out to her had been beyond anything she would have imagined. The thought of not knowing which punishment she was going to get until she was helpless to stop it excited her even more. She had come to love the feeling of having her bowels filled and was hoping the droids would get even more extreme with the enemas. She even thought about letting the black droids catch her but decided against it. The cat and mouse games she played with the droids seemed to make her punishments even more deserving.

The fourth evening the black droids caught Katie again just after she came out of the lounge. She had sat in one of the normal bar chairs and had drunk five of the Brandy Old Fashions she had come to love. She was a bit unsteady as she walked along the huge hall towards her sleeping apartment. She lost control of her bladder as her rectum was centered on a slick tube protruding from the droid. She was held firmly as a hard blast of compressed air blasted through her rectum. She knew that one of the transponders had been blown up her ass.

Katie moaned softly knowing what that meant. She felt her body shudder as the droid forced her to her knees. The machines seemed to have no trouble holding her down. Appendages seemed to come from everywhere on the droids as a pair of firm rubber hands gripped her ankles. Where they got the inflatable nozzles was still a mystery to Katie and she thought of that as she felt her rectum close around the balloon.

Katie was surprised when she saw the hologram out in front of her. She saw a wall of brown and knew instantly she was looking at the inside of her asshole. The transponder seemed to not be able to move. She remembered that it was small in size being about the size of a ping pong ball and light in weight so that water would carry it. It could propel itself with a rolling motion but for now it seemed to be mired down.

“Fuck, I need an enema,” was the thought that went through Katie’s cloudy mind. She watched the tip of the nozzle appear and actually bump the small transponder. Watching the balloon swelling caused another warm flush through her cunt. She could feel the strings of secretions starting to hang from her cunt. “Show my cunt,” she commanded. In just a couple of seconds she could see her spread cunt lips and the clear strings hanging from it. “Now, let’s clean this bitch out!’ she said quietly under her breath.

She could see her swollen clit was sticking out of its protective hood and slowly reached back. She could see the balloon in her ass move as she felt her ass cheeks being forced apart. Her fingers were making soft circles on her hard clit when the first water sprayed from the tip of the nozzle. She could feel everything as the pressure started building. The brown mass started breaking apart as she tried to close her rectum tighter.

The jolts of pleasure shot through her cunt, but Katie knew enough not to allow herself to climax. The pressure on her rectum suddenly lessened and she could see the transponder suddenly floating in the stream. Pieces of brown could be seen moving past and around it as it moved deeper into her bowels. The probe seemed to bob in the water as it moved. Slowing to almost a stop then suddenly moving deeper as the enema broke down the shit that was packed in her colon.

She was so mesmerized by what she was seeing that she hadn’t realized how uncomfortable her stomach was. The pressure had stopped increasing, but Katie knew she was a long way from being done. She was being punished, and the droids had chosen this way to do it. “Computer, can the droid tell you how much fluid I have inside me?” Katie asked in a loud voice.

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One day during my junior year in college, I sat down next to a pretty girl in the cafeteria, hoping to get to know her. I had seen her in my physics class and decided to approach her as soon as the opportunity presented itself. She had long beautiful red hair that flowed down past her shoulders and terrific legs.

Her name was Angie, and she had a bubbly personality. I finally got the nerve to ask her out on a date and she agreed to go out with me the next Friday night for dinner. I picked her up at her apartment and over dinner we discovered that we had a few things in common, and she agreed to “date” me for a while.

We subsequently enjoyed going to a concert, to the movies and to dinner several times. It didn’t seem odd to me that she would only go out on a Friday night. After dinner one Friday night, I could not resist it any longer, and when we kissed goodnight on her doorstep, it became very passionate, and she asked me to come inside.

“Let me see if my roommate is here; if not, we can have some fun,” she whispered.

Luckily for me, her roommate was out and had left a note that she was visiting someone but would be home in a couple of hours.

Angie and I soon got into it and to my surprise, she wasn’t interested in much foreplay; she didn’t even let me play with her boobs. After some serious kissing, she practically insisted on sucking me off.

“It’s something that I really like doing the first time I’m alone with a guy, so I hope you don’t mind?” She asked.

“Why would I mind if a beautiful girl wants to suck me off? And I’ll gladly return the favor.”

“That would be great because I really prefer oral sex.”

When we were finished kissing and finally naked on her bed, I laid there and let her have her way with me. She basically worshipped my cock, licking it, stroking it and taking it slowly in and out of her mouth. Just watching her made me harder.

When I started getting tense and it was evident that I was close, she lifted her mouth off me momentarily.

“Just let me know when you’re gonna come,” she said. I noticed that she had a small hand towel next to her on the bed.

When I could hold out no longer, I warned her, and she used her fist to pump my load into her mouth. When I had finished, she took her mouth off of me and spit my cum into the towel. It didn’t retract from the fact that overall she gave me a great blowjob.

I had promised reciprocation and I was ready to comply. Not only was she pretty, but even as a girl of 21, she had the body of a cheerleader, and I was in love with her legs.

“I like to watch when a guy goes down on me,” she said. “Would it be okay if I sit on your face?”

“Are you kidding? Every guy loves to have a girl sit on his face.”

I laid back on her bed and she got comfortable, holding the headboard and looking down as my mouth disappeared under her. I nuzzled my face in her red pubic hair and slowly licked her outer lips. Her smell was intoxicating and my cock was at attention right away.

I wanted to make her feel good so I teased her with my tongue, probing her, then licking and sucking her entrance and occasionally licking her clit. When escort bursa she started moving, gyrating her pussy on my mouth, I locked my lips over her clit and sucked gently.

“Oh, baby, don’t stop, don’t move, right there…right there!” she moaned.

I let her ride my face for her orgasm, and when she finally calmed down, I locked my arms around her thighs, held her tightly against my face, and licked her clit until she came again. When she finally climbed off of me, I was hard and ready to fuck her, but I was disappointed to discover that fucking was not on her mind.

“That was awesome, but my roommate should be back pretty soon, so you’d better go,” she said.

I got dressed to leave with my erection painfully tucked into my pants.

“When can I see you again?” I asked, expecting it to be a Friday night.

“Why don’t you come over Sunday afternoon? We can stay in and…you know.”

“Sunday would be great and I can hardly wait.”

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When she answered the door Sunday afternoon, her beautiful red hair was swept up on top of her head. I could see the outline of her nipples under her blouse and her skirt was short and tight. As soon as we sat down on her sofa, she started kissing me. She was as enthusiastic as ever and soon I had an erection.

She sat up and took off her blouse and told me to lie down with my head in her lap. When I did, she leaned over and fed me her nipples, one at a time. I licked and sucked her breasts while she squeezed my cock through my pants.

When I stood up to take off my clothes, she took off her skirt and laid back on the sofa, spreading her legs for me. She obviously didn’t want to waste time because she had not worn panties. As I knelt between her legs, I noticed that she had shaved her pussy; the majority of that sexy red pubic hair was gone.

I went for her pussy anyway, and she was wet and ready in no time. She pulled me up to kiss her as I felt her hand on my cock.

She quickly grabbed my cock and eased the tip inside her, and she hooked her legs behind me. I laid on top of her, licking and sucking her nipples while I slid my cock deep inside her. She lifted her hips up, taking me deeply with every stroke.

I felt her heels digging into the back of my legs and she had closed her eyes. She moaned, “Oh, shit, I can’t believe I’m coming already!”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, stupidly.

“No, but tell me and then pull out before you come, okay?”

I had no objection and I continued fucking and soon felt the feeling rushing through my body. Seconds before I knew I would shoot, I warned her.

“I’m gonna cum in a couple seconds.”

As I lifted off of her and my cock popped out of her, she wriggled out from under me, slid down on the floor and put her mouth over my cock. She slid her mouth down over it just as I shot my load and she continued to suck until I was spent. I watched as she swallowed my cum and licked her lips.

“Damn, you’re really hot,” I panted.

“You’re a good fuck and I promise we’ll do it longer than that next time.”

“Terrific! When?”

“Next görükle escort Sunday afternoon, right here?”

“That works for me.”

We both had a drink and got dressed and she kissed me passionately when I left.

But on Monday, I received a phone call.

“Hi, Ben, it’s Angie. Can you come over tomorrow night? I’m really horny and I’ll make it worth your while?”

Surprised but pleased that she wanted to see me, I readily agreed.

Tuesday night, when I arrived at her apartment, Angie was wearing a robe and slippers. Confused, I asked, “Aren’t we going out?”

“No, I really need to get off; is that okay?”

“Sure, as long as you take care of me; I’ll do whatever you want.”

She led me to her bedroom and stood by the edge of her bed. I noticed that her hair was down again, hanging down over her shoulders.

“I love seeing a guy’s head between my legs. Will you kneel down in front of me and let me watch you eat me?”

“Of course; I’m just excited to be here,” I said.

I knelt down in front of her as she took off the robe and I wasn’t surprised to see her naked. She leaned back against the edge of the bed and spread her legs for me. I reached up behind her, holding her firm buttocks in my hands and prepared to drive her crazy with my tongue.

When I pressed my face into her pussy, I noticed that her red pubic hair had grown back and she had a full bush. I hesitated and sat back on my haunches for a second.

“What’s the matter?” She asked.

“The day before yesterday your pussy was shaved smooth and somehow you have grown back a full bush in less than 48 hours.”

She studied the confused look on my face for a minute and then put her robe back on. She dug her phone out of her purse and started dialing.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Just a second,” she replied, and then she started talking into her phone.

“He figured it out,” she said to someone, “We didn’t think about the pubic hair thing.”

“Who is that? And what’s going on?” I asked as I stood up, ready to leave.

Just then I heard a girl’s voice from the doorway of Angie’s bedroom.

“Hi, I’m Annie,” she said.

But it was Angie, except she was fully clothed. I looked at the girl in the doorway, then at Angie on the bed, naked, and then back at the girl in the doorway.

“Identical twins, Ben,” Angie said. “When one of us finds a guy whom we think can take care of both of us, we both check the guy out and if he can satisfy both of us, we offer to date him.”

“Both of you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Annie answered as she came in and sat by me on the bed. “Here’s the way it works; you have sex with Angie and me at least once a week, or more if we really need you.”

“Both at the same time?” I asked, still a little confused but getting horny.

“Not exactly,” explained Angie. “When we are having our period…”

“And yes, we have them at the same time,” added Annie.

“As I was saying, “Angie continued, “when we are having our period, you can count on unlimited blowjobs from me.”

“Or hand jobs from me. By the way, I swallow, but Angie won’t, so even though she loves sucking dick you might consider using me for a good blowjob.”

I sat there a little befuddled but obviously intrigued with the idea of having sex with both these beautiful girls.

“Oh, one more thing;” added Angie, “after our period, we’re pretty horny so THAT’S when you can count on a threesome with us.”

Annie giggled. “And it won’t be a quickie, babe; we stretch our orgasms out over the weekend, so you’ll need help getting back to your car.”

“AND,” Angie said, “we keep the relationship going as long as we want or unless we find another guy we want to date.”

“So,” Annie asked, “What do you think?”

“I think I’m gonna have to get some Viagra, but I’m in if you’ll have me.”

“Oh, we’re gonna have you all right,” said Annie, taking off her clothes. “Today is your lucky day; it’s threesome Tuesday, baby!”

Suddenly I was pushed onto my back again and Angie was settling her already wet pussy down on my face as Annie started sucking my cock. I had no idea how I could possibly satisfy both these girls, but I knew I would die trying.

Once my erection was at full staff, Annie slid her tight pussy down over it and I was in heaven; a perfect threesome. Annie was kind and took her time, slowly working my cock but not to the point of orgasm. Angie seemed particularly horny and rubbed one out on my face. I only got to taste and suck her juices after she had already come.

The girls silently switched places and we were off to the races. Who would come first, me or one of them or both of them? The stubble around Annie’s pussy scraped my lips and chin as she ground herself down onto my face. She finally settled down and let me use my tongue. She tasted differently from Angie, but it was really exciting to have both of them using me.

“Tell me when you’re gonna come,” panted Annie.

I had been trying to ignore Angie as she rode my cock, bouncing up and down on it with a vengeance. I took Annie’s request as a sign that they wanted me to come soon. It didn’t take much effort, because when Annie squeezed her legs on my face, I started feeling the rush.

“Mmmm,” I moaned into her pussy.

Angie lifted off of my cock just as Annie got off of my face and switched around to a sixty-nine position. Angie played with my balls and pumped my cock with her fist as Annie sucked my cock. Annie’s sitting on my face turned me on and the whole “two-on-one” thing was more than I could handle.

I came, shooting a very respectable load into Annie’s mouth as Angie milked my cock with her hand. I moaned into Annie’s pussy, completely drained. Annie moaned as she came but didn’t take her mouth off my cock. When she finally did, they took turns licking and sucking my cock and, as exhausted as I felt, my cock stayed hard.

“You know,” I signed loudly, “I might have to rethink this agreement; you two are very capable of killing me with pleasure.”

They both laughed.

“Well, as we warned you, our version of a threesome involves both of us getting off orally and by fucking,” advised Angie.

“And probably more than once,” Annie added.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, we’ll feed you and let you rest a little,” said Angie.

“Yeah” Annie added, “you can rest while we feed you.”

“But your cock is gonna be hard for a long time,” said Angie with a smile.

But my smile was bigger than theirs.

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NOTE: This story involves elements of cheating, submission, cuckolding, and even homosexual moments. If you don’t enjoy these things, you should not read any further.

“Please, have a seat and get comfortable.” Serena told her new clients.

Ben, 28, entered the office with his wife Summer, 24. Ben was wearing jeans and a shirt while Summer had on purple leggings and a white crop top, showing off her feminine curves and 34D breasts.

Serena crossed her legs, notebook and pen ready, and smiled at them.

“I’d like to welcome you both.” Serena said. “As a therapist, my specialty is in relationships, specifically areas that pertain to sex. I know we had a brief discussion when you made the appointment, but why don’t you tell me a bit about yourselves and why you’re here today?”

Ben and Summer looked at each other and took a deep breath. They then turned back to Serena.

“I’m Ben and this is my wife Summer.”

Serena smiled and made a quick note.

“We’ve been married just over two years.” Ben continued. “We love each other and I truly believe we’re soulmates, but there was an… incident… that happened a few days ago that we’d like some help navigating.”

Serena continued making notes. “Please continue.”

Ben looked at his wife again before continuing.

“Well, I came home from work early.” Ben explained. “I heard moaning coming from the bedroom and I assumed Summer was just playing with herself.”

“Do you masturbate often, Summer?” Serena interjected.

Summer nodded her head. “Yes.”

“Fantastic!” Serena said, turning back to Ben. “So you heard moaning…”

“Right.” Ben confirmed. “I approached the bedroom and saw her discarded panties in the hallway. I was expecting to see her enjoying her fingers or one of her many toys. Instead… I noticed she wasn’t alone. As I peeked into the room, I saw her on top of another man. Her back was to me and I saw a very thick and impressive penis thrusting into her incredible ass.”

“Oh my!” Serena exclaimed as she made a note. “Summer… is your husband’s story accurate?”

Summer nodded again. “Yes, he’s correct.”

“Interesting. Thank you for being honest.” Serena added before turning back to Ben. “And how did that make you feel? Seeing your wife engaged in anal sex with another man?”

“That’s the weird part. It was shocking and surreal… but I didn’t feel angry at all. Watching that big cock slide up her ass turned me on.” Ben admitted. “Before I could fully process what I was witnessing, I was rock hard.”

Serena smirked. “I see. And did you confront your wife and her lover?”

“No, I didn’t. I could tell how much she was enjoying herself and I didn’t want to take that pleasure away from her.”

“So you continued watching them have sex together?”

“Only for a few more seconds. Like I said, I was rock hard and I knew I needed to jerk off.” Ben explained. “I grabbed Summer’s discarded panties and snuck into the closet of the guest bedroom. Her underwear was really damp, which means she was really horny for whoever was fucking her. I took my penis out and started to jerk off while sniffing her dirty panties.”

“And did you achieve orgasm?” Serena asked.

“Oh yeah.” Ben answered. “It didn’t take long at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about that huge, veiny shaft pumping balls deep into her tight ass. After a few pumps, I knew I was close, so I wrapped her soaking wet panties around the head of my cock and unloaded. It felt like the biggest cumshot I’ve ever experienced.”

Serena nodded her as she made more notes.

“This is fascinating.” She told the married couple. “And what did you do after ejaculating into your wife’s underwear?”

“I stayed in the closet and waited for them to finish.”

“That was very considerate of you.” Serena said with a smile. “And at what point did you feel comfortable coming out of the closet?”

Ben cleared his throat, caught off guard by her choice of words.

“I heard them walking down the hall and then a few minutes later I heard Summer turn on the shower.” Ben answered. “That’s when I zipped up my pants and finally came out of the closet.”

“Perfect.” Serena added, making another note. “It seems we have quite a bit to unpack here. But I’d still like to hear more from you, Ben. Once you came out, did you finally confront Summer?”

“I sat on the edge of the bed with her panties next to me while she finished showering.” Ben continued. “When Summer came back into the bedroom, she saw me. And then she saw her underwear and I guess she realized I knew about her riding that big dick.”

“And how did your wife react at that point?”

“She started to apologize and tell me she loved me but I put my hand up to stop her. I told her I wasn’t mad. I still don’t know what I was feeling, but it wasn’t anger.”

“I see.” Serena said as she made another note. “Was it jealousy? Humiliation?”

“Maybe a little bit. But there was something else… I don’t know… desire? As I sat there, I already knew that I wanted her to bursa escort bayan do it again.”

“Very interesting. Why do you think you wanted your wife to cheat on you again?”

“Honestly… I’ve been asking her for anal sex for years. Summer always told me anal wasn’t her thing.” Ben answered. “But seeing how easily that massive penis slid up her butthole, it’s obvious that she’s no stranger to having a cock in her ass.”

“Got it.” Serena said. “So in a way, you were able to live vicariously through the man who was making love to your wife’s rear end?”

“I guess?”

“Fantastic!” Serena added. She then turned her attention to Summer. “Is your husband’s assumption accurate? Would you consider yourself to be seasoned and experienced in regards to anal sex?”

Summer grinned and nodded. “Yes, I’ve had a lot of experience with it.”

“And was it only with the gentleman your husband saw you with?”

“His name is Greg.” Summer told her. “And no, I’ve enjoyed anal sex with lots of different guys.”

“Greg.” Serena repeated, writing down the name of Summer’s lover. “So… you say that multiple men have engaged in anal sex with you, Summer. May I ask why you’re hesitant to allow your own husband penetrate your anus?”

Summer took a deep breath and grabbed Ben’s hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Like Ben said, we love each other. And he is my soulmate.” Summer began. “I have no problem having sex with my husband. But for me, if I’m going to allow a man to use my ass… I want it to be memorable. Powerful. I need him to have… a certain length… you know?”

“Ah, I see.” Serena said. “And I’m guessing that you feel your husband doesn’t meet this length requirement?”

“Exactly. But we’ve talked about it before and Ben is aware of my feelings on the matter.”

Serena smiled and turned back to Ben. “Would you feel comfortable discussing the topic of penis size with us today, Ben?”

“That’s fine. We’re here to be open and honest, right?”

“That’s right.” Serena confirmed with an excited giggle. “So Ben… can you tell me how you measure up when you’re fully aroused?”

Ben cleared his throat again as he prepared to answer.

“I’m right around four and a quarter inches.”

“Great!” Serena said, making a note of his answer. “It’s not the smallest in the world. Studies indicate that the average male penis is between five and five and a half inches when erect. So you’re just a little below average.”

Summer gave Ben’s hand another squeeze.

“And Summer…” Serena continued. “…tell me more about your threshold for anal sex. How big does a man need to be to gain access?”

“I prefer at least seven inches if I’m going to let a guy fuck me in the butt.” Summer answered. “But I can make an exception down to six inches if he’s really cute.”

Serena nodded in understanding.

“It’s clear that Ben does not meet your self-imposed requirements. Do you foresee a possibility where that might change?”

“I don’t think so.” Summer told the therapist. “I know Ben is obsessed with my ass, but if I make a compromise there, what good are any of my other personal standards?”

“That’s a valid point.” Serena agreed. “You say Ben is obsessed with your rear. Have you allowed him to explore that area by any other means, such as with his hands or mouth?”

“Absolutely!” Summer confirmed. “He’s surprisingly talented with his tongue, whether he’s eating my pussy or my asshole.”

“Wonderful.” Serena said. “So then the restriction on anal sex is strictly due to his penis size?”

“Correct.”

Serena smiled as she made more notes. “Have you and your wife ever discussed your penis size, Ben?”

“Yeah.” Ben answered with a shy grin. “She likes to tease me about it sometimes.”

“And how does that make you feel?”

“Oddly enough… it kind of turns me on.” Ben continued as his face turned red. “Sometimes during sex, she’ll whisper into my ear and ask if I’m still inside her. As if she can’t feel my dick.”

“And it excites you when she says that?”

“Yeah, I usually cum pretty quick when she teases me during sex.”

“That’s very interesting.” Serena noted. “It sounds like you might have a little bit of a humiliation fetish.”

“That’s definitely possible.”

“Perhaps that’s why you got so turned on when you saw your wife with Greg.” Serena told him. “Seeing your wife with another man. Seeing him penetrate her, particularly in the one specific hole that she doesn’t allow you to enter.”

Ben took a moment to consider Serena’s suggestion, feeling aroused at the realization.

“You could be onto something.”

“I think so too.” Serena said with a smile. “How big do you think he is, Ben? If you had to guess?”

“Gosh, I don’t know.” Ben answered with a nervous chuckle. “Massive? Can I just use massive as a size guess?”

“Eight and a half.” Summer happily chimed in. “Greg’s cock is eight and a half inches when he’s hard.”

“Oh my!” Serena exclaimed. “That means that Greg’s bursa escort sitesi penis is literally twice the size of your husband’s. Do you think that size was a factor in deciding to have sex with Greg?”

“Without a doubt.” Summer confirmed. “I always thought Greg was an attractive man, but once I found out how big his dick was I knew I wanted it inside me. So his size was definitely a big factor, no pun intended.”

“Any thoughts on that, Ben?”

“It was a magnificent penis.” Ben admitted. “I was happy to see Summer getting to experience it. I was happy to finally see a dick in her ass, even though it wasn’t mine.”

“That’s a very mature mindset, Ben.” Serena stated. “Placing your wife’s pleasure and satisfaction above your own wants and desires. Do you think that’s why you said you wanted Summer to have intercourse with Greg again? So that she could experience that intense pleasure again?”

“I think that’s part of it. Another part is that… I’d like to at least watch. If Summer isn’t going to let me fuck her in the ass, I feel like the next best thing would be watching someone else fuck her in the ass. Especially someone with a big, beautiful cock like Greg’s. I know that probably sounds weird.”

“I don’t think that sounds weird at all.” Serena replied. “It sounds like a husband who cares about his wife’s happiness and well-being. Are you familiar with the term ‘cuckold’?”

“Yes. I’ve come across that term several times when watching porn.”

“Excellent!” Serena added. “Because based on what I’m hearing, it sounds like you enjoy the idea of Summer cuckolding you.”

“I’m not sure I’d go that far.”

“Why not?” Serena asked. “You already admitted that seeing her with Greg turned you on. So much so that you masturbated after you saw them having sex together. And you’ve also expressed a desire for your wife to have sex with Greg again, even going so far as to say you’d like to be a spectator while he penetrates her anally.”

Ben cleared his throat as he tried to formulate an argument.

“But if I were a cuckold, that would mean that I wouldn’t get to have sex with her.”

“Not necessarily.” Serena said. “There are varying degrees of cuckolding and the exact situation is determined by the couple. Summer seems to not mind having standard vaginal intercourse with you. Her only hard no is in regard to you breaching her anus with your penis. Right?”

“I suppose so, yes.” Ben stammered. “But I don’t want her to fall in love with someone else.”

“Honey, you’re my soulmate. I love you!” Summer interjected with a giggle. “Just because I like having Greg stuff my ass with his cock doesn’t mean that I’m in love with him. That’s just sex… at the end of the day, you’re my husband.”

“See? Your wife gets it!” Serena added. “Being a cuckold isn’t about losing access to your wife’s body, it’s about expanding her access to more lovers. It’s a celebration of her vitality and sexuality. You stated earlier that you enjoy it when Summer teases you about your size, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“That’s perfect. Imagine…” Serena continued. “…imagine Summer on top of you, grinding her body on yours. As you make love to your wife, she tells you about a recent lover. Perhaps Greg. Perhaps another man. Perhaps multiple men. As you make love to your wife, she describes every inch of their body. Telling you how big their manhood is. Telling you how many orgasms they gave her. Telling you where they chose to ejaculate, whether in her or on her. And then she thanks you for being man enough to allow her that pleasure. Wouldn’t that be exciting?”

Ben tried to ignore the throbbing in his pants as he imagined the scenario.

“Yes, that would turn me on and probably make me cum fairly quickly.” He finally admitted.

Serena clasped her hands together with a beaming smile. “Excellent! Admitting that is a big step, Ben. You should be proud.”

Ben blushed as he felt Summer pat and squeeze his thigh affectionately.

“Summer… you seem excited.”

“Oh yeah!” She confirmed as she moved her hand to Ben’s lap. “I enjoy having sex with well-hung men. Knowing I’ll be able to do that more often without feeling guilty is exhilarating.”

“That certainly makes sense.” Serena said, grinning as she noticed Summer’s hand on Ben’s crotch. “Having a partner who understands and supports your needs can be quite liberating. And Ben, your support of Summer might open the door for her to support some of your kinks.”

“You mean like letting me fuck her in the ass?”

“Well no, it sounds like anal sex is off the table.” Serena clarified with a giggle. “But you said you wanted to watch your wife while she was with another man. Perhaps Summer will let you explore that. Maybe she’ll let you help her bring pleasure to her lovers.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You could use your mouth to get them revved up before they make love to her.” Serena added. “Or maybe you could lick them clean after they’re done exploring the depths of your wife’s bowels.”

“No offense, but that sounds gay.” Ben protested. “I’m not gay.”

Serena giggled again.

“I’m not implying that you’re homosexual, Ben.” Serena told him. “You’re married to a beautiful woman! But I do sense some… perhaps… bisexuality? Or at the very least, some bi-curiosity.”

Ben shifted uncomfortably as Summer’s hand remained on his crotch.

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Serena said. “It’s natural for a cuckold to be enamored with the men his wife sleeps with. Specifically their sexual equipment. The size, the shape.”

“Well… I would expect that they should be bigger than me.”

“That can be one of the rules… Summer can only sleep with men who have a penis longer than four inches.”

“Four and a quarter.” Ben corrected.

“Right! Sorry, we can’t forget that extra quarter inch.” Serena giggled. “In addition to focusing on the penis size of Summer’s current and future lovers, you’ve been very complimentary of Greg’s manhood during our session.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Oh Ben…” Serena continued. “… I’ve been keeping track. Based on my notes, you’ve complimented Greg’s penis eight times. Ranging from things like huge or massive to other descriptions like veiny… and even beautiful.”

“Plus your cock is hard, sweetie!” Summer noted, gripping Ben’s crotch even harder through his jeans. “Don’t be embarassed. I think it’s kind of cute that you like Greg’s dick so much. You saw firsthand how much I like it.”

“Yeah, but…” Ben panted as Summer rubbed between his legs. “…I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, Ben. Don’t be ashamed of your feelings.” Serena encouraged. “Seeing Greg’s well-endowed penis in your wife’s rear end made a very big impression on you. Embrace it!”

Summer started to rub him harder.

“Admit to yourself and to your wife that you feel an attraction to Greg’s manhood.” Serena added as she watched Summer’s hand. “Wouldn’t you like to wrap your hand around it? Experience what it’s like to hold a big, above average penis in your palm for once?”

Ben closed his eyes, overwhelmed by their teasing.

“Fine! I think Greg’s cock is sexy!” Ben yelled out. “I want to see it rammed into my wife’s ass again. And yes, I’d love to hold it. Maybe even kiss it. Or run my tongue up the shaft!”

With a loud moan, Ben accepted his orgasm, ejaculating into his pants. It didn’t take long for a prominent wet spot to form in his jeans.

Summer finally pulled her hand away, giggling with glee as she saw the wet spot.

“I’m so proud of you, honey!” She said. “Proud of us.”

“What a beautiful display, Ben.” Serena added, staring at his cum stain. “I think you and Summer have a very bright future ahead.”

“I promise I’m going to fuck so many guys, sweetie!” Summer told him before kissing him on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Ben replied.

Serena smiled and made more notes.

“Today was a great start for you both.” Serena told them. “I’d like you to come back for another session next week… and I’d like you to ask Greg to join us.”

Ben and Summer exchanged surprised glances.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ben asked.

“I’m positive.” Serena confirmed. “In the meantime, carry on with your normal routine. Have sex together if you want to. Ben, keep watching porn and masturbating regularly. But I want you to try challenging yourself… try not to touch yourself unless there’s a naked man on the screen. This will help you associate the male body with your own pleasure.”

“Umm… okay.” Ben said. “I’ll do my best.”

“Great!” Serena added. “And if you two have time, do some research together on cuckolding. It might give you some fun ideas to try.”

Ben and Summer both shook their head in agreement.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you next week!”

***

A week later, Ben and Summer returned amd took a seat on the couch. Greg, 30, was also present and he sat down on the other side of Summer.

Serena smiled at them as she reasoed her notebook.

“Welcome back!” She said before turning to the new guest. “And Greg, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard lots of good things about you.”

“Thanks.” Greg replied.

“Did Ben and Summer mention why I asked you to join us?”

“Summer said it had something to do with us fucking.” Greg answered.

“That’s correct.” Serena said. “I met with them last week and Ben opened up about how much he enjoyed seeing you make love to his wife.”

“Yeah, Summer told me he jerked off into her panties or something.”

“He sure did.”

“And he came in his pants during our last session, too.” Summer added.

Ben felt his face turn red as the details were shared.

“So, Ben… Summer…” Serena continued. “… how have things been this past week? Have you been exploring your new lifestyle?”

“Yes. We have.” Ben answered.

“That’s fantastic!” Serena exclaimed. “Please, feel free to share any details you’d like.”

Ben cleared his throat nervously. “I’m a little shy mentioning certain things in front of Greg.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Greg said with a laugh. “You’re letting me fuck your wife! And I’m not one to shame anyone for their kinks, no matter how wild.”

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