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Note: This chapter has a lot of less erotic stuff at the beginning. If you want to get straight to the point, start at the line near the middle. This is my first story, so please feel free to reach out to me with comments, critique, or ideas! I would really appreciate the advice.

Dear Olive,

It’s strange to be thinking of you after so long. I forced myself not to this past year. After everything that happened…

You know, you were my sun, and my north star. You were all I saw. Even my own thoughts, if I had any, were barely footnotes (excuse the pun) to what you chose to put inside my head and heart. Again and again, I thought you had broken me into the basest creature I could possibly become; and over and over, you pushed my mind beyond its natural limits, until I was in complete, delicious oblivion. But you know that, don’t you? You’re the one who made me what I am. You worked me like clay, pushing the limits of my material until I melted, in exquisite torture, into the form you forced on me. To this day your scent, so unique, comes to me in dreams, and even now I dissolve, helpless, into a cloud of ecstasy on first wind of it. Your touch is etched so deeply in my body’s memory, it can be triggered in an instant.

Look at me, here I am falling back into the mold you made for me. I don’t really even know why I’m writing. I guess to say a proper goodbye.

Forever, this time.

— Goldmund

***Two Years Ago***

We knocked on the door of the apartment down the street from campus. Finally, I would get to see one of the infamous parties of the Kudzu house. My college was in the middle of a small-ish town, and Kudzu lane was just one of hundreds of identical little residential side streets, two blocks from Farrar College.

Jesse, Kate and I had gotten up the courage to go together. It’s funny, even though we were seniors, four years in, we had never made it into any larger social group. Oh well, it’s never too late I guess. After a minute, the apartment door opened, and in a haze of smoke and electric blue lights stood Janell. She was thin and almost six feet, like me. She had brown hair down to the middle of her back, and big innocent eyes. Everybody in our class knew that, next week at graduation, she would be announced as valedictorian. And, just as expected, in the long fingers of her left hand she held a beer and a few flashcards with what looked like organic chemistry diagrams neatly drawn on them.

“Well? Get in here! We’re trying to hotbox the living room, so we need to keep the room sealed. Besides, we don’t want the neighbors calling the cops again, do we?”

Jesse and Kate almost hid behind me, so I took the initiative: “Good idea.”

We stepped into the party and shut the door. I tried to shout over the music to Janell “I didn’t know you partied!”, but she just smiled at me like I was a cute Golden Retriever, and strode back into the crowd on her long legs, smooth as a ballerina.

At least Kate and Jesse had my back. We had been best friends since first-year, and they knew almost everything there was to know about me. With one big exception, of course: we never talked about sex. They were like sisters to me (I always had a hard time making friends with other guys).

All the main rooms were separated only by walls with big, doorless entrances between them. We edged our way around the crowded room, into the next area. Here, everyone was standing around a stripper pole someone had set up from floor to ceiling. Over the next few minutes we watched a brave soul or two awkwardly try it out, but people were beginning to lose interest. I felt my heartbeat quicken. I turned to Jesse and Kate, and they knew what the look on my face meant: I was about to do something stupid.

Usually I was pretty shy, but sometimes in a rare moment I would be possessed by my darker, more adventurous side. I made my way to the front of the circle of people surrounding the pole, and before my rational side could hold me back, I stepped towards the pole and used my momentum to şişli escort grab it near the top and swing myself up. Before I knew what had happened, I was swirling down the pole with my legs splayed out in a V shape towards the ceiling, and my head tilted back. The roar of the blood rush in my ears merged with the music and the cheer of the crowd, and as I turned all I could see were the hazy lights and the anonymous, upside-down faces all around me.

Soon I reached the floor, stood up, and, dancing, lured another person into the center of attention so I could escape. The party had officially started. Jesse and Kate looked frozen in disbelief, then instantly burst into laughter. I left them to find some beers for us all in the kitchen, closed off to the side of the main area. As I grabbed three beers from the fridge, I felt someone’s eyes on me. Leaning on the kitchen sink was a girl I hadn’t seen at first. She was probably 5’6”, but she had this powerful, dark presence that made me feel like I might lose myself forever in her dark brown eyes. Her hair was chin-length, pinned into a spiky little bun on top of her head with two pieces hanging down either side of her slender face. She was tan, and wore a strapless dress that was a raven-purple, fitting her little waist like a glove. She had calf-length boots and black socks just peeking out above them. One foot was propped against the cabinet under the sink, the other jutted out.

“I saw you out there”, she said, taking one of the beers from my hand.

“Oh yeah?” I said, trying to sound indifferent. She gave me a look, like she knew I was full of shit. “What did you think?” I asked, trying to keep up the performance.

“Hmm…” She looked to the ceiling and put her hand on her chin, pretending to think. The two pieces of hair framing her face swayed when she turned her face up. My heart fluttered a bit. “You know, I think I could put you to better use.”

I must have looked confused, because she laughed at my reaction. It was like witchcraft, that laugh. So irresistible, like the glint of a creek in the sun… and yet, so much darker, too. Seductive, entrancing. “What, you’re wondering what that’s supposed to mean?” She asked.

“Well… yeah, I guess.” So much for staying cool.

Just then, the kitchen door opened, and Kate timidly popped her head in to check on me.

“Oh, shit! My bad.” I said, handing the two beers I was holding to Kate, who playfully stuck her tongue out at me and closed the door. I grabbed another from the fridge and leaned on the counter, facing the girl.

She stared silently, holding her beer against her bare knee.

After a pause, I said “Anyways, my name’s Goldmund.”

“Olive” she said, and somehow the name made her seem even more like a stranger. Fuck, where had I seen her before? She made me feel like I was in one of those vivid dreams I get on sleepless summer nights. Like I was approaching some odd and intense recognition. A kind of deja vu, but much stronger. I tried to shrug off the feeling.

“Nice to meet you. I guess I’ll see you around?” I said, as I opened the door to the kitchen. She just said “mhmm”, and put her beer to her lips.

I moved through the crowd until I found Kate and Jesse. Jesse was on her phone. Kate leaned in and yelled over the music “Who was that?”

“No idea!” I yelled back.

“Cute though, right?” She said, smiling mischievously.

“Actually, yeah” I said, looking back at the kitchen door. Suddenly, the door opened a crack, and Olive slipped out, sneaking around the crowd. Everyone was distracted by three or four field hockey girls skipping around the stripper pole like they were performing a fertility rite.

Only Kate, Jesse and I saw her open a door in the corner of the room. It looked like it went into a bedroom or bathroom. Before she shut it, she looked right at me and motioned for me to follow. Kate gave me a confused look. Jesse just shouted “Who was that?” I shrugged and moved towards the door.

When tuzla escort I opened the door, it was pitch black inside. I turned, and Kate looked at me with wide, worried eyes. The last thing I saw before I closed myself inside was Kate, looking almost afraid for me, mouth the word “don’t”.

I couldn’t see a thing, and when I tried to take a step, my foot never hit the floor. For a split second, terror shot through me. But Olive pushed me back before I fell. After my vertigo subsided, I exhaled loudly. “Holy fuck,” I whispered, “thanks.”

“It’s a staircase, dumbass” Olive said sweetly. We made our way down in total darkness, feeling our way along the walls. We walked for maybe twenty steps before I started getting confused. Wasn’t this just some little apartment? Why does the basement go so deep?

“Hey, do you live here?” I asked. “Where are we going?”

“Down,” she said. “And yes. Me, Janell, and a couple other girls. Don’t worry, though. They don’t come down here without my permission.”

Each answer only filled my head with more questions. Still going down, at some point the wooden stairs changed to stone, and the walls became smooth, cold marble. A damp mineral smell drifted up from the darkness below, and I felt my throat catch in a surge of unexpected anxiety. Olive must have sensed it, because she grabbed my hand and began leading me. Her hand was soft and warm, and her grip was oddly strong.

“We’re almost there,” Olive whispered.

“What is this place?” I breathed as we crept further and further down. The music from the party thumped softly, far above our heads now.

Olive laughed. “You sound a little scared. It’s just a house, it’s been in my family for generations.” She got quiet, as if she were choosing her words carefully. “I’m the last of my family, besides my sister, and I lease this place out to other students.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be. Everybody dies eventually.”

I got quiet after that. After a couple more minutes the echo of Olive’s boots got more spacious, and she stopped. “We’re here,” she said.

The room was warm, and had a faint smell of flowers. Olive flipped a switch on the wall, and I was blinded by the light for a second.

It was… just a bedroom. A persian carpet in the middle of the floor, a large bed in the corner, and a couch on the side. The walls were bare, a side from a couple candelabras that looked antique.

* * * * *

She fixed me with that gaze of hers and led me into the room. She pushed me onto the couch, raised her leg, and put her boot up beside me. She looked down with a domineering glare, but my eyes were drawn to her thigh, following it up her dress to a pair of sheer, black panties.

“Olive… I don’t…” I said, looking back up at her.

“That’s right.” She said it in such a sweet voice, I felt myself relax a little. “You don’t. Don’t decide anything. I’ll do that for you.” She pulled a couple pins out of her bun and let her hair fall.

“Unzip my boot,” she said, her dark eyes glittering.

How did she know? I decided it wasn’t important. I pulled the zipper down, and tugged her boot off. She didn’t put her socked foot back down, but balanced perfectly on her other foot, pushed my chest back into the couch with her black sock, and slowly, slowly planted it sideways across my mouth…

It was damp with her sweat and my dick swelled in my pants. Her smell… It was clean, but musky. I looked up to her slender face as she stood over me. Her hair brushed her cheek, and fluttered a bit with each breath she took. Somehow, the smell of her sock just fit her perfectly — so unique, beautiful, with the hint of a darkness buried deep inside her.

It felt like breathing oxygen for the first time. She gently rubbed her socked foot back and forth across my mouth, while I took sharp breaths that filled my lungs with her animal essence. She took her sock away, and put her other boot on the couch.

“Do I need to say it?” asked Olive, pendik escort her voice coming out slow and thick. I unzipped it, pulled it off, and let it fall to the floor. Again, she perched on her leg and swung the other in front of me. Despite her average height, she seemed to tower over me as she spread her toes and lowered them towards my nose. I was wide-eyed, moving my face forward to meet her sock like a dying man craning his neck for water.

“Ohh. Poor baby is hooked” she teased, and pushed my head back into the cushion with her foot. The pressure made sure every particle of air I breathed had to flow through the thin, moist fabric of her sock and between her warm toes. The smell was more intense, and I shuddered in an overflow of desire. It was like a dark nebula in space, that was shocked through with vast, distant pulses of primordial life. The seeds of whole galaxies seemed to flit through my nearly delirious mind every time she shifted her toes even slightly. I looked up Olive’s dress at her sheer panties, and noticed a dampness seeping out from her veiled little slit. I looked up at her, my eyes overflowing with emotions I had never felt before. She was breathing heavier too, and a seductive haze had clouded her usually sharp eye. Only one thing came to mind: we were intoxicated, fully and totally.

“Close your eyes,” Olive whispered between breaths. I did. I felt her take her sock off of my face. A little whimper escaped me involuntarily as I waited for her to do something to me. She tied a piece of fabric around my eyes and pulled my pants and underwear down. I heard her slip out of her dress and pad back to me. She sat on my lap facing me, and I felt her soft silk panties push down my straining cock. They were soaked and hot. She pushed me down so we were lying on the couch.

“Open.” She said, rubbing up on my dick.

“Wha–?” I started to ask, when she stuffed her sock into my mouth.

Oh, god, the taste of her delicate, elegant filth flooded my mouth. I pushed my tongue back and forth across the toe of her sock, milking her sweat out from between every last stitch. I felt it drip down my throat, mixed with my saliva. After tasting her nectar, I knew no other drink would ever satisfy me again. Olive, I thought, as she wet my dick with her juices, I will never stop being thirsty for your musk.

Olive pulled her panties off quickly and pinned herself onto my dick. With one hand, she held her other sock to my mouth, and with the other she clutched my hand. She pumped herself over me, and we panted in the same rhythm. I let out muffled moans from behind her socks, and took in her scent with every gasp of air.

I felt her lower her face to mine, and moan just above me. She arched her back, and her belly and small breasts pressed against me. I felt her labia tremble around my cock, and her body began to shake. I felt myself rise close to climax with her, and at the height of it she pulled her sock from my nose, put her warm lips to mine, and stuck her tongue into the crumpled sock lodged in my mouth. She licked my tongue through the sweaty mesh of her own sock, thrust her pussy straight down to the base of my cock in two or three powerful jerks, then held me deep inside her as she yelped and trembled in ecstasy. I unspooled my load in coils up into her hot little chamber, wrapped my arms around her little waist and dug my fingers into the dimples in her lower back.

She collapsed onto me, both hands on my shoulders. Her hair smelled sweet, and tickled my face. She let my dick go soft before she pulled me out of her. She pulled her sock out of my mouth, undid my blindfold, and laid back onto my chest.

I looked up to the ceiling while Olive’s chest rose and fell on top of mine. Once we were back in our right minds, she said, “Now you know what higher purpose I had in store for you.” She was sly as a fox and nimble as a cat. I felt my chest swell with feeling towards her, and it made me close my arms tighter around her. “Fuck.” I said, still trying to catch my breath. “Olive…”

But Olive squirmed out of my arms and sat up, putting her socks back on. “We better get back to the party. They’ll be missing us, I’m sure. By the way,” she said, side-eyeing me, “Do you know how my sock got so wet? It’ll take the rest of the night for it to dry, stuck in my boot like this.” She smiled and laughed as she stepped back into her dress.

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It was a rainy fall night. The water wasn’t coming down to hard but it was freezing at night compared to the warm days of the month. The rain slacker he had worn was hardly keeping the cutting cold air off his skin while he rode through the night. The windows on his truck were permanently open, that tends to happen when someone steals them out of your dorms to use with an art project. Then again, his sister was a crazy person. The wind rushed in pulling the rain with it. He had to find a place to stay warm. A grown in his stomach helped guide him to his destination.

A cute little dive called “The East Corner” shown on the dark highway ahead. Even from here it looked like a cozy all night dinner although there wasn’t a single car in the customer parking lot and only one sticking out from employee section. Still, a warm place with nice food was an attractive proposition. He turned the truck off the highway and into a parking space just by the front door. He pulled his color up over his neck and rushed from his truck as soon and he could lock and slam the door shut behind him. As he ran to the front door he came to a sudden surprise as he tried to pull the door open and it held shut. He pulled again and all he found was that he wasn’t getting in and was getting more and more soaked.

He panicked for a second not sure if he should knock or if he should just return to the truck and maybe find another place to settle down for an hour or two before he spotted someone inside. Through the rain soaked door he couldn’t see her all too well; a large figure wearing a blue uniform, but that was all. He knocked a few times before she turned toward the door and started walking toward it. A click later and the door was being pushed outward towards him. He took a step back before he turned and took a good look at the woman who answered the door.

She was a beautiful full formed gal, with lush tanned skin and long hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her figure was large, quite round under her blue uniform shirt and down to lower calf skirt. Her smile was nice and wide, although her eyes had a sense of being apologetic in them. For a big girl out in the middle of nowhere, she was quite gorgeous.

“Oh my, sorry dreary! Debora must have locked it on her way out and you’re the first customer since she went off shift,” She said in a slightly deep female voice as she lead me inside. The place inside was just as nice outside. Lots of booths lined the side wall and a few round tables sat just off the bar. I took a seat at the counter however. No one else here so might as well sit near the T.V.

“That’s alright,” I said, sliding onto the stool as the waitress went behind the counter. “I’m no witch so I won’t melt with the water.”

She giggled for a bit before handing me a menu.

“So dear, what can I get you to drink?”

I glanced on the back of the quickly photocopied menu and picked a hot fresh tea. She quickly brought me a steaming cup of water and a tea bag.

“I’ll be right back Hun. Gotta go see if George got the stove on. See if he can get your grub fast. Meanwhile, you take the time to spot what you’d like alright?”

“Sure thing, I will be hear.” She winked and then headed to the back of the building. While she was off I did as she suggested, looking through some appealing food items such as a fresh omelets or hamburger while ignoring some fresh things that made me grown such as cold foods such as sandwiches. By the time she came back I voted on a fresh double chicken burger with some fresh fries, a meal affectionately called the “Big Bird”.

“Alrighty there sweetie, George is all ah ready to get’cha what you need. So, what’ll you have?” She had a big sweet grin on as she came out. She looked very beautiful on this cold night and her smile looked very inviting. “Honey? You alright? Have I got something on my face?”

I caught myself then, guess I must have been staring for a moment.

“Oh yeah, I’ll have the big bird, no tomatoes though thanks.”

“Sure thing,” she said, “Fries or chips? I’d recommend the fries myself, but I’m biased as I cut the current batch myself.”

“Fries then.”

She jotted down my request then huge it on the dial behind the counter and it was pulled back to the kitchen.

“Alright sweet. So what are you doing on our lonely stretch of road at this time of night? That pick-up doesn’t look like a trucker hauler so I’m guessing you’re not one of them.”

“Nah, just traveling the highways before heading off to a new job out in Maine.”

“Oh really? Maine? That’s a bit far away. Why by truck?”

“Ah that’s just the truck I need for the job. Don’t want to buy a brand new one. Can’t afford that.”

She smiled at that, “Yeah, I hear you on that. This business isn’t well paying either. So what are you heading out there to do?”

The night worked on as the half hour of waiting for my food ticked by. I found her name was Susie, and she was a local girl who had worked here at “The East Corner” for about five years since she was 25. She’d had two kids too, but lost gümüşhane escort one at birth and the other lived with her ex way out in Florida. In all she was a sweet gal. I told her a bit about myself as well. As I was heading from Arizona to Maine to start new work in construction for my brother out there, and about how driving so far has been a lot of fun, save of course the recent stormy night.

By the time my food came, the place had filled a bit more, and Susie had to take care of a few more customers but eventually things settled down and Susie returned to me. Guess I was more interesting than her regulars.

“So what are you doing later?”

“Pardon?” I asked.

“You know, what are you doing after you head out of here? You’ve been driving all night and that windowless truck isn’t going to let you drive much more today. The Television just said that the storm was gonna get worse.”

I thought for a few. “Well, damn. That’s going to put me back a day. Well, any good motels or hotels around here?”

She nodded.

“Sure thing Hun. Heck I’ll even point it out to you if you’d like. Gonna get off my shift in about five and if you don’t mind could use a ride.”

“Nah nah, I don’t mind. Although you’ll have to deal with a wet seat.”

“Heh, that’s okay Hun. Your truck seat will just have to deal with a greasy butt. After all, this is a diner.” She turned her waist slightly pulling her rear end a bit forward and giving it a good slap. It was a nice large booty and jiggled a bit under the skirt. It did have some nasty grease over the skirt but it was nothing worse than what had been placed on the seat before.

“Okay, well let me go take care of the bill and then clear off that seat for you.”

“Sure dear. Let me get that check for you.”

She returned with the check and I dropped a few bills before heading out to the truck. The seats where soaking wet and so were the bag I had placed on the right seat. I grabbed it and tossed it behind the seats and pulled a towel from the floor bed. It was already a bit damp but enough to dry the seat slightly. By the time I was done and had climbed in to key the engine, I heard someone reach into and unlock the right door and as I turned I spotted Susie climbing in. She was a little cramped in the truck but she found some comfort.

“Well, we heading to the motel first or do I drop you off and you’ll give me the directions?”

“Well, the two places are right next to each other, so it’s not a problem. Take a right up here.”

It took us a few minutes to head to the place until we were finally on the road with her place and the motel on it, only I didn’t see a motel.

“So where’s the place? Is it behind those trees there? Oh is that your place there?”

“Yeah that’s my place, pull on in.”

“Okay.”

As I pulled into her drive way and she climbed out the truck, I was getting a bit confused as she hadn’t mentioned where the motel was. Already the skies had turned from a pitch black to a slightly illuminated purple, indicating the sun was coming up. I called to her as she stepped out and she pressed herself against the side of the truck with the pouring rain coming down around her matted her hair to the sides of her head. Her uniform was now a deep purple with being soaked from the rain coming in from the drive and it was a little easier imagining the edges of her hefty breasts as she pressed them against the side of the door.

“Yeah Hun?”

“Uh, where’s the motel?” I asked confused.

She giggled at this and replied, “Don’t be silly sweetie. I’m not gonna let someone as kind as you is pay for a motel room. Come on in.” With that she slide off the side the vehicle and walked toward the door. I was a bit shocked by the turn of events but I thought sleeping on a couch in a stranger’s house might be better than forking over a couple of dollars at a motel for a half rated room. I pulled the key out of the ignition and headed to her front door after her.

Her place was a little small compared to how it looked on the outside. The front door lead straight into the kitchen dining room which was over stuffed with old boxes full of who knows what and afterwards was the living room which was small with the dresser, TV stand, and sofa cramping the space. Afterwards I saw the slightly illuminated tiles of a bathroom afterwards. I noticed however, there was no bedroom, just another door that I could spot a washing machine through.

“You need a towel Eric?” She called from the bathroom.

“Sure,” I said. I guess it would be nice for me to dry off a bit before sitting down. She came back out the bathroom while rubbing her hair dry with one towel and holding another one out for me to take. I followed suit with her in drying my hair blinding myself for a minute. As I pulled the towel away from my eyes I noticed something rather interesting catch my eye. Susie had finished drying her hair and was in the process of pulling off the top of her uniform. As the wet cloth peeled hatay escort off the skin, the shirt pulled the soaked sports bra she wore with it, her two breasts plopped out and jumped up and down before me. She had a nice round belly and her two nice melons fit perfectly over her cute pierced belly button. I stared shocked as she continued to not care at me watching her as she kicked off her work shoes then took hold of her skirt and unzipped the back of it. Her legs were plump and full but I could still make out the green underwear she wore over her nice pale skin. As she turned away from me and walked into the room with the washer, I received a good view of her ass as the panties were pulled into her ass crack. While she walked she pulled the panties out of her soft ass crack.

I kind of shock my head a bit as I heard the water from the washing machine kick on. I started to dry my face again before I heard her come back in.

“So? You gonna rip off those cloths so I can toss them in the wash or you gonna sit around soaking wet?”

I looked up at her. She had pulled on a white cotton robe over herself. She looked nice with her hair matted down and the great cleavage she was showing. I didn’t notice she had the type of breasts that shoved against one another and wearing that robe really exposed that fact.

“Oh uh yeah sure.” I pulled off my shirt. I wasn’t exactly well built myself. I had slight man boobs and large love handles but it didn’t matter much to me. I handed her the shirt in her exposed hand and she waited patiently for me to hand more. “Uh, I kind of don’t have any boxers on.”

“That’s okay Sweet. Just here,” She said as she handed me a large old beach towel. I unbuckled my belt and dropped the pants quickly as I wrapped a towel around my crotch. It wasn’t that I had anything to hide I just didn’t always feel like exposing myself. Not that my 6″ was a problem, although some have said my bag is rather large. I handed her the jeans and the socks that followed. She took them and threw them in the wash and closed the lid behind her. When she came back in, she tossed the pillows off the couch and then pulled out a folding bed from in it. She then climbed onto the bed and pulled the pillows back on then grabbed a set of covers from behind the couch’s bed board.

“So, where do I sleep?” I asked.

She giggled, “Don’t be silly and get in here with me.” She clicked on the TV and I shrugged to myself as I tightened the tuck-in on the towel before climbing in next to her.

We sat and watched some morning kid’s show but it wasn’t before long before I felt a hand slide down the covers next to my side. Soon, I felt a slight weight on my leg over the towel. In a moment the hand slipped into the towel and around my balls which had already swelled slightly from seeing her breasts and ass earlier. Her hand was soft, yet firm as she put a slight pressure in her grip as she massaged my testicles. Eventually her hands slipped away from my enlarged sac and around the base of my shaft. She moved slowly up and down the beam, but avoiding the head. Her hands moved with the sounds from the T.V., dancing with every word and song that came on. It was enough to excite me but not enough to climb to orgasm.

As the minutes passed in silence, I felt the weight of the bed shift as she moved from her resting position and pulled away the towel around my waist. Soon I found both her hands at my crotch; one wrapped around my shaft the other massaging my balls. Then the weight shifted again and I felt hair around the skin of my dick and then the warm breath on my head. The tongue that slipped down my urethral slit knew its work and danced around the head both across and at the base of it. Soon I found myself deep in her mouth, her lips touching the base of my shaft and my cock feeling the pressure of the back of her throat. As her mouth moved up and down my member I hardly noticed the fingernail slide down my chode until it poked my anus. The finger slipped in a little as she played with my prostate with the edge of her fingernails, teasing me enough to bring me to climax. I wasn’t sure how much I produced as I was a chronic masturbator these days, but however amount I did she swallowed as she had swallowed the head of my dick. She sucked for a bit more while massaging my balls working her tongue up repeatly from the base of my cock to the end of my urethra getting as much semen as she could from me. As she pulled herself off me I got a good look at her grinning face as a thread of semen still clinged between her lips and the head of my penis. She dapped it with her finger and slowly licked her finger greedily as she smiled at me.

“Feeling better?” She asked as she shifted her weight back up to lying next to me. As she did so, she untied her robe. Either the robe had shrunk or, more than likely her breasts had become larger because she was aroused because as soon as she had untied it and laid down on her side, the left breast plopped right out. Her nipple was huge, standing an inch and ısparta escort a half off her body with an aurora of about four inches. While she lay down, she leaned her head down and took a bite around her nipple, pulling the enlarged breast along with her. I watched her with excited eyes as she licked her breast before my eyes started down her body a bit. The right side of the robe hide most of her body but her large hips pulled it up a bit at her waist and it was easy to get a good view of her red haired bush. It was a thick mess of hair and I couldn’t see anything beneath it, but I imagined soon I would.

“Much better actually. Enough to share the love.” I slide my left hand over her belly and under her robe to her back as I slipped my right over her exposed breast. I pulled her towards me with my left hand until her belly was pressed against mine and I could feel the edges of her pubs push against my enlarging head. I took hold of her right nipple between my fingers and pinched it between my fingers. I then moved my lips around her neck and bit into it slightly. Her skin tasted of rain water and sweat. As she moaned from the pleasurable pain, I used my left hand to pull her robe back. I couldn’t see what I was doing but I soon found hold of her ass. I rubbed the check gently while continuing to nibble her neck and begun to rub her left breast with my hand. As I did this I then pulled my hand to her bush and begun to rub it around until I found the top of her clitoris bulb. She started to moan as I pressed her button. Stopping my massage for a minute, I took hold of my cock and begun to massage the end of my head onto her clit, using the moisture and pressure from my hardened dick to excite her more. She was becoming more and more excited but somehow I knew her orgasm was far off. I began to nibble on her right nipple while pulling more and more violently on the left. I resumed massaging her clit with just my fingers for a few more minutes and again her excitement rose but not enough.

Soon after I found myself bored of this position and I then moved myself to an upright position. I took hold of her legs and pulled them up to my shoulder, with one knee on either side of my neck resting on the bottom of my shoulder blades. I pushed back the damp bush of hair over her crotch exposing her plump and inflated pussy lips. She had some slight brush burns here but I dared go where other had gone before. She had no smell save the smell of sweat from her legs and layers and when I begun to lick around her pussy lips I found she hate little to no taste. I used my right hand to continue to dance around her clit while using my tongue to slip further and further inside her lower lips. Her pussy tried to grab my slick tongue as hard as it could as I tried to reach deeper and deeper into her. It was a bit too hard with her thigh being so large, so I did the next best thing and slide a finger into the top of her shaft. It took me a minute but I soon found her spot and she started to moan louder and faster and louder and faster until she screamed in orgasm.

Her juices flowed freely as I tried to drink her up with my tongue. She took a minute or two to dry somewhat and before she fully did, she took hold of my hair and pulled me out from under her. Soon I found myself lying on top of her with my arms wrapped around her grabbing hold of two flabs on her back and kissing her neck deeply. She avoided it every time I tried to kiss her lips but she seemed to enjoy kissing each other’s neck and chest. Soon I found myself having my dick jerked off again, allowing it to become nearly completely hard. In exchange I started to massage her pussy again and soon she was comfortable enough to take my dick and slid it inside her. Soon I found myself on my knees with her legs loosely wrapped around my waist. I began to thrust into her as she began to grind my cock inside her. She was easy to stay inside of and the only reason I slipped my hand down was to begin playing with her clit as I fucked her. We begun to move faster and faster until she suddenly slowed down extremely fast.

“Some… thing… wrong?” I asked as I was reaching my halfway point.

“Not inside… there… Let me flip… Over.” She then unlocked her grip on my waist with her legs and slide off my dick. My member felt cold without the warm embrace of her twat. I masturbated for a moment as she flipped herself over, sticking her ass in the air at me. “I don’t want to risk another kid. But you need a hole to plug, so,” she then got up on her knees and pulled her ass checks apart. Her anus looked open and welcoming over her juicy pussy lips below. “Take a shot in there. I don’t mind too…” Before she could finish those words I poked my cock head into her ass. It wasn’t too tight of a fit at first but then she clutched slightly. She eased off a bit as I slipped in more and more, expanding her asshole. When it felt comfortable enough and I was sure she was, I began to push and pull, regaining the momentum I had before she expressed her no pussy cumming wishes. Deep sounds of squishing came from her rear as the juices from her pussy that had enveloped my penis now allowed me to move back and forth in her ass. Obviously Susie loved ass sex because soon before I had even picked up plenty of speed, she orgasmed, dripping a bit down her legs. “Finish… it” She screamed as she orgasmed. I pushed harder and faster until I reached my own orgasm and unloaded inside her.

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Note: this story involves cheating and cuckolding.

Later that week, Chloe was sitting in her biology class, wearing a white blouse with enough buttons undone to show off a hot pink bra and plenty of cleavage and a short skirt that stopped mid-thigh. As she scanned the room, she spotted Steve. He had a hot surfer look, with wavy blond hair and a slim but toned build. She made eye contact with him from across the room. He smiled at her, and she uncrossed her legs, giving him a clear view up her skirt. She saw him staring at her pink panties and grinning, then licking his lips. She smiled back at him mischievously, then made a little kissy face.

After class, she approached Steve and said hi. He eyed her up and down, obviously looking down her shirt, and they made a little small talk. “So what are you up to tonight?” Chloe asked him.

He smiled confidently. “Well, for you, I can clear my schedule.”

She smiled, then started putting into place her plan for how she would not just cheat on Noah, but cheat on him in a way that would out-do Emily. “Oh good,” she said “But here’s the problem. I kind of promised my boyfriend I’d have a movie night with him.”

“Your boyfriend?” Steve asked. He was clearly a little surprised, but then he smirked and said, “I’m guessing he wouldn’t like the little show you gave me earlier?”

“Probably not,” Chloe said with a giggle. “But, well, he’s not exactly giving me what I need, you know? So I don’t really feel bad.”

Steve grinned. “That’s a shame. I would never leave a girl like you unsatisfied.”

“Mmm, that’s what I figured,” Chloe said. “So, um, listen, I can’t cancel on my movie night with him, or he’ll get suspicious. But I really can’t put up with another night of bad sex with him, so, like, maybe you could come over and hang out with us? And we could, like, sneak off to have some fun together?”

Steve laughed. “Isn’t that kind of risky?”

Chloe bit her lower lip sexily. “Well, that’s part of the fun.”

He smirked, eyeing her up and down, clearly interested. “Your boyfriend’s not gonna get suspicious when you invite another guy over?”

“Well,” Chloe said, “he probably would, but I think I’ve got a solution. I can just tell him you’re my gay best friend. Then he’ll assume you’re not a threat, and we can even, like, cuddle and flirt and stuff right in front of him.”

He laughed again. “That’s…creative. But I guess that dumbass can think whatever he wants as long as you end up taking my dick tonight.”

Chloe smiled up at him. “Then it’s a date.”

***

That evening, Noah came over to Chloe’s place for their weekly movie night. Chloe was wearing a tight pair of pajama shorts and a thin white cotton tank top. Her nipples were jutting through the material. Noah smiled and hugged her.

“Hey, babe,” he said. “I brought popcorn!” He came in and walked to the microwave to start popping it.

“Oh, thanks, baby,” Chloe said. “Listen, I forgot to tell you something. I hope it’s okay, but I invited my gay best friend Steve over to watch the movie with us.”

Noah turned to her, surprised. “I’ve never heard about any gay best friend of yours,” he said.

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to tell you about him,” Chloe said. “We met in my bio class and started studying together. He’s so much fun. I, uh, told him a lot about you, and I thought it would be nice to invite him over to finally meet you?”

“Oh…okay, I guess that’s fine,” Noah said. “When’s he coming?”

“Um, like, ten minutes or so,” Chloe said.

“Oh, soon,” Noah said. “So, uh, I guess you should go get changed?”

Chloe looked at him, acting confused. “Honey, he’s, like, totally gay, he doesn’t even notice stuff like this.”

Noah eyed her up and down. “Um, are you sure?”

“Yes, duh,” Chloe said. “Besides, don’t you like it when I dress like this?”

“Uh, well, yeah, of course, you look amazing,” Noah said.

Not that it gets you hard, Chloe thought to herself.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, he must be early,” Chloe said, then pranced over to answer it. She opened the door and saw Steve in a pair of shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt. “Hey, Steve, come on in!” Chloe greeted him. Steve’s jaw dropped open when he saw what she was wearing. He eyed her up and down greedily, then stepped inside and hugged her, lifting her up in the air for a few seconds.

Noah watched awkwardly from the kitchen as they greeted each other, then they walked over to him as he poured popcorn into a bowl. “Hi, cutie, I’m Steve,” Steve said to him with a smile.

Chloe giggled to herself at the way Steve was acting gay, eyeing Noah up and down.

Noah izmir escort was actually smiling and blushing a little. “Uh, um, hi, Steve, I’m Noah. Nice to meet you.”

Steve turned to Chloe. “Wow, I am so jealous, Chloe. You didn’t tell me your boyfriend was such a cute little twink.” He smiled and winked at Noah.

Chloe laughed and gave Steve’s arm a playful slap. “Hands off, he’s mine,” she said.

Noah was still blushing. “Um, thanks, Steve,” he said awkwardly.

They chatted together for a couple minutes while the popcorn was in the microwave, then Chloe led Steve to the couch and they plopped down on it. Steve immediately wrapped his arm around Chloe’s shoulders and she cuddled up against him. When Noah brought the popcorn over and put it on the coffee table, he noticed this and said, “Uh, you two look comfy.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Oh baby, you’re not, like, jealous, right? Steve’s like a girlfriend, we just like to cuddle.”

“Oh…um, okay,” Noah said reluctantly. “So, we’re ready to watch the movie?”

“Would you mind turning the lights off, cutie?” Steve asked. “And, um, I’m kind of cold, do you have a blanket?”

“Good idea,” Chloe said.

“Uh, sure, I guess,” Noah said. He turned the lights off and brought a blanket over to Steve.

“What a gentleman,” Steve said. Noah just blushed and smiled again, then sat down on the other end of the couch. Steve and Chloe wrapped themselves up in the blanket and continued to cuddle. “I’m ready, you can press play, babe,” Steve told Noah with a grin as Chloe rested her head on his chest.

Noah pressed play and they began watching the movie. Chloe and Steve made sure to keep themselves covered in the blanket, so that Chloe could slowly rub her hand up and down Steve’s muscular abs and chest, first over his shirt, and then, when she saw that Noah hadn’t noticed anything, under his shirt. Her fingers slid along his smooth, toned body. Steve’s hands, meanwhile, rubbed Chloe’s smooth thighs, grabbed her ass, then reached up and started playing with her tits.

Their hands were moving around under the blanket quite a bit, so Chloe kept watching Noah out of the corner of her eye, but he seemed completely caught up in the movie. Chloe and Steve looked at each other, suppressing their laughter, as Chloe took Steve’s hand and brought it between her legs. He began rubbing her pussy, first over her shorts, then sliding inside them.

By thirty minutes into the movie, Steve was sliding two fingers in and out of Chloe’s wet pussy. Her breathing was getting heavier, but she just turned the sound up on the TV, and Noah still didn’t seem to notice anything. She turned and looked into Steve’s eyes as he fingered her, and soon she was gripping his knee firmly, leaning her head into his chest and biting her lip. She tried not to make a sound as an orgasm rippled through her body, but couldn’t help but let out a little whimpering squeal.

“Um, you okay, baby?” Noah asked, glancing over at them.

Chloe brought her head up, trying to act casual, her forehead glistening with sweat. “Uh, yeah, sweetie,” she said, breathing heavily. “Steve just gave me a little pinch, he’s always doing that.” She gave Steve a playful nudge.

“Sorry,” Steve said to Noah. “Just playing around. Enjoying the movie, cutie?”

Noah looked at them. Chloe hoped he couldn’t tell that she had just had an orgasm. “Um, yeah, it’s pretty good,” he said softly, then turned back to the TV.

As she caught her breath, Steve and Chloe smiled at each other. Now Steve took her hand and brought it to his crotch, where she could feel his firm bulge. She started slowly, quietly unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts, then reached into his boxers and wrapped her hand around a thick, 7-inch erection. Slowly, she brought her hand out from under the blanket, looked over at Noah to make sure he wasn’t watching, then licked her hand and brought it back under the blanket, wrapping it back around Steve’s dick.

Chloe was so turned on as she watched Steve glancing over at Noah and smirking while she stroked him. It was such a thrill to stroke another guy’s dick right next to her completely oblivious boyfriend.

The two of them spent the next half hour or so playing with each other under the blanket. Then Chloe noticed that Noah was starting to nod off. She was surprised that he was falling asleep, since he had chosen the movie and his eyes had been glued to the TV pretty much the whole time. But a few minutes later, his head fell back against the couch, his eyes were firmly shut, and he even began to snore a little.

Chloe and Steve looked at each other. kahramanmaraş escort “Um…Noah?” Chloe said softly. Noah kept snoring. Then, a little louder, she said, “Noah? You awake?”

No response.

Chloe looked back at Steve. Under the blanket, his hand was under her tank top, squeezing one of her tits. She leaned into him and they began making out.

Chloe moaned a little as Steve kissed her, then she glanced back at Noah to make sure he was still sleeping. She turned back to Steve and whispered, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Steve laughed and tossed the blanket off of them, revealing his erection pointing straight in the air. “No way, slut,” he said quietly. “I’m gonna fuck you right here while he’s sleeping. Get your shorts off.”

She stared at his thick tool for a couple of seconds, then obediently began wiggling out of her shorts and panties. “Oh my god, what if he wakes up?” she half-heartedly objected.

“I don’t give a shit,” Steve said. He stood in front of her, dropped his own shorts and boxers to the floor, then pulled his shirt off. She gazed at his naked body in awe. As she glanced over at Noah to make sure he was still asleep, Steve kneeled down between her legs and started eating her out. Chloe bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loud.

After a few minutes of Steve licking her pussy, he looked up at her and said, “Tell me what you want, slut.”

“Oh god, I want you to fuck me, Steve, I need to feel you deep inside me,” Chloe whimpered.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, then stood up, grabbed her by the waist, lined up his cock with her wet pussy, and slid into her.

She couldn’t help but let out a light moan, then bit her lip again to quiet herself down. Noah was still snoring away. Emboldened, she looked over at him and said, “Sorry, baby, but maybe if you kept me satisfied, I wouldn’t be doing this.”

Steve laughed, then wrapped a hand lightly around her throat and began quickly hammering in and out of her. “That little pussy doesn’t fuck you like this, huh?”

“Oh fuck, no,” she gasped, his hand still lightly choking her. “He’s so worthless in bed. Oh yes, oh yes, please fuck me harder,” Chloe whined, trying to stay quiet.

Steve leaned down so that his face was inches from hers, still fucking her hard and fast. “Did you like feeling my fingers inside you while your loser boyfriend just sat there like a fucking idiot?”

“Ohhh, fuck yes, I fucking loved it,” Chloe gasped.

“Yeah, you did,” Steve said with a cocky grin. “You like being a naughty girl, don’t you?”

“Ohhh, yesss.”

“Yeah? You like being a little cheating whore for me?”

“Yessssss!”

“Say it,” he ordered, taking his hand off her throat.

“Yes, yes, I love being a cheating whore for you, keep fucking me like the bad little slut I am!” she squealed.

She was getting louder, and Steve could tell she was about to cum again, so he slapped his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. She moaned into his hand as he fucked her, her body practically convulsing in pleasure. When she came down from her orgasm, he pulled out of her and stood in front of her. “Get on your knees, slut,” he ordered her.

Breathing heavily, her tank top soaked through with sweat and sticking to her body, she slid to the ground and looked up at him submissively. “Oh my god, you’re amazing,” she said, then started sucking his balls.

“Yeah, that’s right, you know exactly what to do, don’t you?” Steve grinned down at her, slapping her face with his cock. “You don’t do that for this fucking sissy, do you?”

She giggled and looked up at him, shaking her head. “No way,” she said. “I only do this for real men like you.”

Steve gripped the top of her head, then slid his cock between her lips and down her throat, making her gag. He looked over at Noah, still sleeping on the couch, then flipped him the middle finger with both hands as Chloe eagerly sucked his dick, laughing as much as she could with a mouth full of cock. “Sorry, dumbass,” he said to Noah, “but this is what happens when you can’t fuck your girlfriend right.” Then he looked back down at Chloe. “Stand up.”

She stood next to him. Steve’s tall, muscular body towered over her small frame. “Let’s get this off of you,” he said, pulling her tank top over her head, revealing her round perky tits. He leaned down and started going back and forth sucking on them, looking over at Noah as he did. “What would you say if he woke up right now and saw this?” Steve asked. One of his hands was lightly squeezing one of her tits as he flicked the nipple with his tongue. The other manavgat escort hand was sliding between her legs, playing with her wet pussy.

Giggling, Chloe said, “I’d say he should sit there and watch so he can learn how a real man treats a girl like me.”

Steve laughed. “Damn, girl, that’s harsh. Here, I feel bad, bend over in front of him and give him a little kiss.”

Chloe stood in front of her sleeping boyfriend, then bent over and gave him a peck on the lips. As she did, Steve grabbed her firmly by the waist and slid into her firmly from behind. She let out a gasp and had to grab onto the back of the couch to keep herself from falling forward. Steve quickly began pounding her. She was inches away from Noah’s face.

“That’s it, look at your clueless boyfriend while I drop my load in you,” Steve said, slamming in and out of her.

“Oh god, oh yes, please cum inside me,” Chloe whispered as her sweat dripped on Noah’s face.

“Nnnnnngggghhhh, here I come, bitch,” Steve groaned, slamming himself into her and keeping his cock deep inside her while it pulsated. Chloe had never felt anything so amazing.

As soon as Steve pulled out of her, she collapsed on the floor to catch her breath and looked up at him, admiring his sweaty, muscular body. “Um, wow,” she said. “That was just what I needed. Thanks.”

“No problem, slut,” Steve said, picking up his clothes. “I’m gonna get outta here, but lemme know when you need some good dick again.”

“I will,” Chloe said with a smile.

***

That Friday, the girls’ jaws were all on the floor after Chloe’s story. “Holy shit,” Madison said. “I dunno about the rest of you, but my panties are soaked right now.”

The other girls laughed and agreed. “That sounds so fucking hot,” Jenny said. “I can’t believe Noah didn’t wake up!”

“What would you have done if he had?” Emily asked.

Chloe giggled. “Um, I’m sure I would have felt bad later, but in the moment I would have just begged Steve not to stop. His dick felt too good!”

The girls laughed.

“What about you, Emily?” Madison asked. “Any more adventures with Brad?”

“Umm, yeah, a couple,” Emily said with a giggle.

“Wow, okay, slut,” Jenny teased.

“I know, but when Brad invites me over, I just cannot say no,” Emily said. “Especially since I only got to suck his dick the first time. The last couple times, we had sex, and wow, it is so incredible.”

The other girls murmured with envy.

“And, um, I guess he really enjoyed our first little adventure, because both of the times I came over, he had me, like, call Ryan on the phone while we did it!”

The girls gasped and laughed. “Wow, that’s so hot. And Ryan still couldn’t hear you?” Chloe asked.

“Honestly, Ryan is, like, so oblivious,” Emily said with a giggle. “But there were a couple close calls. The first time, Brad had me on all fours and was, like, fucking me really hard and fast from behind, and Ryan was talking about his classes or whatever, but then he stopped and asked me, ‘Uh, what’s that slapping sound?'” The girls laughed, including Emily. “I didn’t know what to say! Finally, I said I was working out, like, doing jumping jacks and stuff.”

The girls were now crying with laughter. “Oh, wow, good save,” Jenny said sarcastically. “And Ryan bought that?”

“Yes!” Emily said. “Not only that, but once Ryan started talking again, Brad even took the phone from me and held it up against my butt and started spanking me! I couldn’t believe it, but Ryan didn’t even say anything, he must have just assumed it was more exercise.”

“Oh, wow,” Chloe said.

“Yeah,” Emily continued. “I know it’s terrible, but there’s something so hot about being so naughty. Like, another time, I was riding Brad, and it felt sooo good, and he was making me cum. And the other times he’s made me cum, I just move the phone away and moan into the sheets or something, but I couldn’t do that while I was riding him. So I couldn’t help it, and I just cried out, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ as I came!”

Madison gasped. “With Ryan listening??”

“Yeah,” Emily nodded. “I thought for sure I gave myself away, but I couldn’t even think about it. I just hung up on him and figured I would deal with it later. So Brad and I kept fucking for a while, and he came in me, and then I called Ryan back. He asked what had happened, and I just said I’d gotten an annoying e-mail from a professor, so I was saying ‘fuck’ because I was so pissed off.”

More laughter. “And?” Jenny asked.

“And he believed it!” Emily said. “I had to make up a whole story about what happened, but of course he was just super-sweet and sympathetic about it.”

“Oh my god, that sounds so hot,” Jenny said. “You have to let me go next! It’s so frustrating the way Simon gets me all worked up and then cums in two seconds. I need a real fuck.”

Madison let out a sigh. “Oh, fine, I guess I’ll be putting up with Lucas’s micropenis for another week.”

The girls laughed as Jenny pondered how she would outdo Chloe’s adventure.

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I discovered my sexual fascination for peeing when I was a freshman in college.

A footpath through campus ran past my dorm, with lots of trees and shrubs, and my room’s second-story window looked down into a tangle of bushes all surrounded by branches, a little space hidden from most other windows.

One spring evening around sunset I was sitting at my desk, bored and playing on my computer, and saw someone move below. I looked out.

It was a guy I’d seen around campus, maybe a year older than me. He was a bit emo or punk — longish hair with some dye streaks, pierced ears, usually dark clothes, slim build, with a cute smile and a gentle way about him. I couldn’t remember his name, if I even knew it. People said he was cool, though he seemed to have only a couple of friends he ever hung out with, and he often strolled around alone.

Now he was ducking into the little sheltered area under my window, among the bushes and branches, and he looked around. I kept my face just behind my window curtain so he didn’t see me when he glanced up. What was he up to?

Apparently satisfied no one was looking, he quickly unzipped his skinny jeans and got out his dick and started peeing into a bush. He was peeing really forcefully too, I noticed in spite of my shock. Like he had to go really bad. Obviously he must have needed to, if he couldn’t wait until he got back to his room or wherever he was going, and felt the need to rush aside and pee right here.

It turned me on so much, thinking of how desperate he must be, how he finally knew he couldn’t hold it and had to grab the nearest place to relieve himself. And, lucky me, it was somewhere where I could watch.

I remembered feeling like that one day the week before, during a ninety-minute lecture. I’d had to pee so badly by the end, I thought I was going to flood my jeans and make a lake on the lecture hall floor. I’d made it to the bathroom, though, and peeing then had felt so amazingly good it was almost like an orgasm.

He probably felt like that right now. I could see the deep relief in his face as he kept on peeing. He took probably a whole minute to empty his bladder; I don’t know exactly how long, except that I was marveling at how much he had in him. I was also aching to get a closer look at his dick, which I couldn’t see in much detail, except that it seemed like a nice size. I’d never touched a guy’s cock at that point or seen one in real life very close, and now I was so turned on I was dying to jump down there and take over, hold his dick for him while he pissed, see what it felt like in my grasp.

He finished and shook himself off, and tucked himself back in, then loped off swiftly. My panties were hot and wet with my juices, I realized. I wanted…what did I want? To pee? To masturbate? Well, how about both.

I jumped off my bed and went into the bathroom. In a stall, I pulled down my pants and cupped my hand between my legs as I sat on the toilet. I didn’t know why, except I wanted my hand on my genitals while I peed, like his was. I released my bladder, giving myself a hot handful of pee, and let it run between my fingers into the toilet. It felt so good. My clit was hard and throbbing. When I was done peeing, I rubbed my slick folds fast, up and down and round and round, and came within seconds, so explosively I felt lightheaded afterward.

So that was the kind of thing I liked. But how was I going to find ways to see THAT regularly?

I made do with porn and fantasies for a while. Then about a year later, zonguldak escort I ended up striking incredibly lucky. I walked into the first day of a literature class and there was that same guy. Cute smile, floppy dyed hair, skinny jeans. I took the empty desk beside his, my heart thundering. *I watched you pee one time. I saw your cock. It made me so hot.* Right, couldn’t say that. I settled for “Hi.”

He said, “Hey,” and asked if I’d taken a class with this professor before. I hadn’t, and we talked for a few minutes about the class and what we’d studied. We told each other our names — he was Graham. The prof walked in and we shut up as class started.

But a couple of weeks later, when it came time to pick partners for a project, Graham turned to me and lifted his eyebrows in invitation. Of course I said yes.

We went a few times after class to a café to talk about the paper topic, then went to our separate rooms. We really hit it off, often getting distracted by chatting about random topics instead of the paper. Neither of us were dating anyone — we covered that the first day — and we sometimes had moments of long eye contact that made me feel happy and fluttery.

One day, when the café was getting extra crowded, I asked if he’d rather come back to my room where it was quieter. My roommate was a library research fiend and never came home till dinnertime or later.

He accepted and we started walking. We kept talking as usual, but he was also fidgeting.

Then he said, sort of shy, “I’m going to have to go to the bathroom first thing when we get there. I REALLY have to pee. All that coffee…”

I went completely breathless with arousal, but I just laughed and said, “Oh yeah, same. I’ll let you go first, though!”

“Sweet, thanks.”

Then here’s where I was evil.

When we got to the dorm, I pretended to search in my bag, and gasped. “Oh no. I think I left my keys at the café. Shoot. I know it’s like a fifteen-minute walk back, but do you think…no, never mind, I can’t wait, can you?”

Graham looked kind of panicked. He was shifting from foot to foot. “I mean, I could try, but…”

“No, you know what, um — here.” I beckoned him around the side of the building, into the little hidden sheltered area under the trees and bushes where he had peed last year. Right under my own window.

Before he could get shy, or before I could myself, I dropped my backpack, undid my jeans, and shoved them to my knees and squatted. “Ahhh,” I sighed as I started peeing on the ground. “Just do it like this. I don’t care, do you?”

I knew I was blushing, but my body kept contentedly letting my pee stream out. I really did have a full bladder and it felt like sweet relief, though I could have held it a bit longer; I apparently wasn’t quite as desperate as Graham.

Graham’s eyes were wide and round as he stared at me. I’m sure he could only see a shadow of my privates, and part of my bare butt, but it was still way more than he would have expected to see today. And I KNEW he could hear my pee pouring onto the ground and could see the puddle it was making, which was starting to flow out between my feet.

God, this was turning me on, pissing outdoors in front of my dream guy. At least, I hoped it would turn out a good decision, would inspire him to do the same, and not just make him run away and stop talking to me forever…

He jumped into action after a couple of frozen seconds. “Yeah, sure, totally,” fethiye escort he said, and undid his jeans. Piss shot from his cock the moment he got it out, a yellowish-clear jet hissing into a bush and clattering to the ground to form a growing puddle like the one underneath me. His dick was almost at eye level for me, even if still five feet away, and I could finally see it so much more clearly. The hole at the tip where the pee flowed out, the folds and ridges of skin, the shape of his balls under the shadow of his hand…mm, I wanted to fondle it all.

“Uhh,” he groaned in appreciation. “Yeah, I really had to go. Couldn’t have held it, I don’t think. Glad you thought of this.” He peed even harder, the stream shooting out straighter, like he wasn’t holding back at all now. His shoulders lowered in relief as he let out his breath. His eyes moved to me again, and caught me staring at his cock.

I looked at his face and grinned, guilty. His gaze flickered down between my legs and he grinned too, all awkward and crooked. I wanted him so bad, I had to remind myself to breathe.

“Think I’m done,” I murmured, and rose up a little with my thighs nice and parted so he could see better. “Wait…” I crouched again and peed a tiny bit more, keeping them open wide, then sighed in satisfaction. “Ahh. Now I’m done.” I stood and took my time about pulling up my underwear and jeans, my face hot with excitement, knowing he was checking out my private parts.

I zipped my jeans and looked at his parts too — still pissing, though the volume was dwindling now. He looked at himself and chuckled. “Guess I really had to pee,” he said, in a tone like he was apologizing. “Shouldn’t have waited so long.”

“That’s okay. I’m kind of liking the show.”

“Yeah?” His smile grew. His cock might have a little bit also — it did look thicker and longer than when he’d started, I thought. In fact, yeah, it looked almost hard, the way guys did in porn with their erections. Oh God, I hoped I had made him hard.

His pee trickled to a few drops, and he glanced around and stuffed himself back in his pants. “Going to get arrested if I stay like this out here, though.”

“Ha, yeah. So…want to come in?”

“Got to go back for your keys first, right?”

“Oh, right. Well, actually, let me look…” I pretended to check again, and hit my forehead with my palm, and held up the keys. “I put them in a different place. Duh. Sorry!”

He shrugged, smiling and looking a lot more relaxed now. “No big deal. Problem taken care of.” He sauntered over and stood very near, gazing down at me.

I looked up and smiled back. “Should we try to get some work done?” I said, coyly.

“We should try to get SOMETHING done.”

I had to swallow, my throat had gone so dry with lust. I tilted my head toward the dorm and let him in.

We had my room to ourselves, as I’d hoped. We set our packs down and got out our books and notes, then just sat down, me on the bed and him on the chair, and gave each other speculative smiles.

“I guess it’s kind of like…a voyeurism thing?” he said. “Watching each other?”

“And liking it. I don’t know if it’s voyeurism or just…a kink. I mean, like, I don’t go looking into people’s windows.” (Just out of them, ha.)

“No, me neither. But I guess showing each other, that’s different.”

“Hot, even.”

“Very.” He glanced at his lap and shook his head. “Ugh. I still have a boner.”

I licked my lips, my alanya escort heart pounding. “Show me?”

He locked gazes with me, then slowly stood, undid his jeans, and pushed them down. His dick was definitely hard now, flushed red and angling up a little. He was breathing shallowly.

I was already lifting my hand toward it. “Can I?”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Please.”

I closed my hand around it, fascinated –God, it was everything I’d hoped, silky and stiff and hot to the touch. I smelled guy skin and a faint touch of pee, which to be truthful only made me hornier. When I slid my hand up and down the shaft, he moaned and pushed himself into my grip. “Fuck, I’m so turned on,” he murmured. “This is probably so wrong.”

“I don’t think it’s wrong. You have no idea how wet I am right now.”

He looked at me, eyes intense with interest. “Show me?”

I let go of his dick for the moment, slid back on the bed, and wriggled out of my jeans and underwear. I kicked them off onto the floor, then pulled up one knee as I sat there, to open my crotch to view — my swollen labia, all shiny and slick. He started breathing more heavily as he looked at me.

“Of course, some of it’s pee,” I admitted wryly, and ran my finger from my pussy up the cleft to my clit. Touching myself there made me shudder a little. It was so sensitive, I could come from a few more strokes if I wasn’t careful.

Graham sort of whimpered, then climbed onto the bed, a knee on either side of me, and spread his hand on my bare hip. “Can I?” he said. “Just to touch?”

I nodded, and opened my legs further. “Mm, please.”

His fingers were bigger, longer than mine, and I twitched and moaned at how divine they felt, stroking my inner folds, so lightly at first, then firmer and harder. I was already panting by the time he brought his middle finger to my dripping pussy, and when he slid it in, I cried out at how wonderful it felt.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “You’re going to make me come on you.”

“Then come on me.” I shoved up my shirt and bra and spread my fingers on my breasts. “Right here.”

He scooted up on his knees to position his cock over my boobs, still keeping one hand deep inside me and caressing me. Then he started jacking himself with the other hand — and to see that was as intimate and sexy as seeing him pee. I felt my orgasm start building already.

Whimpering and writhing against his plunging hand, I reached up to cup his balls and squeeze the base of his shaft, feeling the damp heat there.

“Oh oh oh god ohhhh,” he moaned, and jerked his head back suddenly as he jolted. Come spurted out of his cock and dripped hot onto my breasts. It felt so erotic, and I imagined his desperate jet of piss landing on me like this some day, and…

I couldn’t hold back. I shattered into climax too, my hips pumping, my pussy wet and clenching around his fingers. He caressed himself and me until we both were spent, then he toppled down and lay panting beside me, our shoulders and sides touching.

“We’re getting so much work done on this paper,” he finally mumbled.

I reached out for the tissue box to wipe my boobs off. “So much.” I handed him some tissues too, to clean his hands.

While he was doing that, I rolled onto my side and made a sorrowful face at him. “Hey. Sorry I was all weird and kinky and cornered you into having to pee outside.”

He snorted a laugh. “Umm, I think it worked out fine. No apologies needed.”

“Good, because, like, I think I might have to forget where I put my keys every day. An hour after giving you a twenty-four ounce latte.”

He bent down and kissed me — and it occurred to me with chagrin that we hadn’t even kissed until now. “I just think it’s really cool you don’t mind stuff like that.”

“I really truly don’t mind,” I promised, and kissed him lots more times for good measure.

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When the first pair of panties arrived in the mail, suffice to say I was perplexed. My first thought was that they must have come to me by mistake. But when I looked at the address label, I saw they were addressed to me by name.

I held them up and admired the fine lacework; navy blue which contrasted nicely with the light blue body of the garment. A nice brief panty from La Perla. “Expensive,” I said out loud to no one there.

A tag fell out. I picked it up and read it: “johnnie, these should fit you nicely”.

“What the fuck,?” I thought. “Fit me?”

I was surprised because I’d never given panties a thought other than to pull them off my ex-wife.

I dropped them on the kitchen table and went out to run my Saturday errands. Still, all the stops and shopping I did, what I got in the mail stayed with me.

Once back home I placed those panties in the top-drawer of my china cupboard.

I called out for a pizza and went to get it. “Extra cheese and pepperoni, just what I needed after a long several weeks.

I ate my pizza with a glass of red wine. I had the next two weeks off and besides the strange mail I received, nothing was bothering me.

I’d recently filed for divorce after my wife left me for some guy she’d been fucking behind my back for what she said was only a month. I suspected it was longer but why quibble.

Her parting words still stung. “He’s got a cock johnnie. A nice big cock. Your little pink thing belongs in panties not pussies.”

“Panties,” she said. Maybe she sent them out of spite. I called her cell. She answered after 4 rings, “What do you want cuckold?”

“I got your present Cindy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about you tiny dicked fuck?”

“Remember what you said as you left? Remember saying my dick belonged in panties, not pussies? Well slut, I got the panties you sent.”

“What the fuck are you talking about,?” she asked again.

“You mean they didn’t come from you?”

“After 5 years of your excuses for your poor performance in bed and that bitchy little hissy fit you threw when you walked in on Jason and me, you think I’d spend money or take the time? You had the perfect opportunity to join us, to be a willing cuckold little dicked husband. But not you. You acted like a little bitch, crying and stomping off. Now you think I’m sending you panties. What the fuck is wrong with you johnnie?”

“Nothing Cin but I did get…”

“Shut the fuck up and leave me alone.”

“click”

“Okay, so maybe it wasn’t her. But who else then?”

I watched TV for a couple hours before going online. Checking my personal email, I saw I had one from an unknown person. “secret Admirer@gmail.

“Hmm. Should I open this,” I wondered.

I toyed with the idea of deleting it without opening it. Maybe though there might be a clue as to who sent those panties. Still, I was hesitant. I have dealt with virus’ before.

I opened and read or simply deleted the many messages I expected to find and came back to the one I was unsure of.

“Fuck it. What the worst that could happen?”

When I opened the email it began:

“johnnie. I have long admired you from afar. I just found out that the slut you were married to walked out on you. Good for you. She doesn’t deserve a sweet caring person like you. I sent you the panties today. I hope you like them. I know they’ll fit just right. Your tiny package and cute round bottom belong in something soft and feminine.

Hugs and kisses sweet boi.”

I read and re-read that email searching for a word, expression, something that might give me a clue to who sent it. The grammar was too correct for my ex to have written it. Who then?

I showered but my mind was working overtime trying to figure out who my secret admirer might be.

I dried off in front of the full-length mirror. Yes, my penis was little. I admit that and Cindy knew it before she said yes and we got hitched. My waist was only a 29 but my hips and butt were full, “too full for a guy’s,” I thought to myself. Although I was only 5’7″ and my weight proportionate, I had trouble dating before I met Cindy.

I wasn’t a bad looking man. A full head of hair but hardly any peach fuzz on my lithe body. I had bright blue eyes, dimples when I smiled with my full lips. I wasn’t what some would call ruggedly handsome but all the girls in my family used to tell me I was cute. So I had that going for me, I guess.

I slept soundly that night and the next morning I pulled on my tight black bike pants and blue T-shirt and left the house to go roller blading in the park.

I tightened my helmet and when satisfied, off I went. A concrete path surrounded the small lake and I sped around it in the early morning when there was little pedestrian traffic to slow me down.

After working up a sweat I decided I had enough for now and took my blades off and walked home.

It was a beautiful morning; the kind of morning when one felt anything was possible.

Back home giresun escort I showered off the sweat from the workout and changed into some gym shorts.

I went to my PC with no other thought than to check my email and read the news.

There was again. An email addressed to me from my secret admirer. This time I opened it figuring the first one wasn’t infected; this one will probably be safe as well.

It read:

“johnnie:

Baby, it’s time you understand that all who know you do not now, nor have ever considered you a man. Not a real man, johnnie. Your little flap of a penis is well known among your friends, family, and co-workers. I can’t think of a person who doesn’t know the reason Cindy left you and succumbed so easily to Jason’s charm and big black cock.”

“Man, fuck this,” I thought. “I don’t need this crap.” But the start of the next paragraph caught my eye and I continued reading:

“johnnie, dear sweet johnnie, please baby, for your sake consider giving up your pretense of being a man. It does not suit you and serves you no good purpose except to postpone the inevitable. I have attached a few photos of what you would look like should you have the courage to face your future. You need only to surrender to those latent desires that you have so neatly tucked away in your subconscious.

I implore you johnnie, look at the photos, research transvestism, and give yourself, body and soul, mind and spirit to serving cocks. Believe me baby, you’ll make a better girly boi than you ever made trying in vain to prove to the world that you’re a man.”

That was it, the end of the vile message. Me? Serve cocks? Humph.

But I did look at the pics attached but only out of curiosity mind you. Pictures of guys built like me in pretty panties, some also wearing hose and garters posing. Their sexy bottoms prominent, tiny penis’ visible through the sheer material.

I looked at those photos for a good half hour before realizing I myself was erect. I quickly closed the attachments though not deleting them. I figured I might need them for evidence later.

The next day there were no obscene emails and nothing in the mail for which I was relieved.

But on Tuesday I received another thick envelope in the mail. “I already know what’s in here,” I thought in disgust.

I was right. A pretty pair of boy cut panties. Black mesh designed to give whomever may be looking a peek-a-boo of my penis.

“Wait a damned minute John. My penis? Dude. What the fuck are you thinking? And who the hell is sending me these?”

But there was one thought that disturbed me more than getting panties in the mail. The email said that everyone, family, friends, co-workers knew I had a tiny dick and that they all thought I’d make a better faggot than I ever had being a man.

But I was a man, wasn’t I? I mean, Wasn’t I? This has to be someone’s idea of a joke, a prank. “Some asshole is getting a good laugh,” I decided.

I opened my email figuring to see yet another bogus message. There was none. I found that I was disappointed. It was kind of fun seeing that “secret admirer’s” feeble attempts to convince me I would make a better cock sucker than what I actually am.

“Ding”, my computer alerted me that I had a new message.

My heart raced as I opened it:

“johnnie darling:

by now you have been going crazy by what you’ve been experiencing. Poor baby. Transitioning is difficult but once you’ve accepted your true destiny and learn to be what nature intended you to be, you’ll be so much happier, so free. Please baby girl, before you lose your mind, watch the short videos attached. See yourself johnnie girl. Be yourself sweet baby. I want you to imagine yourself on your knees sucking the cocks like those bois in the clips. I want you to see how happy they appear to be. I want you to see the look in their eyes as they look up at the man johnnie, the real man whose cock they are worshipping. Those are not the looks of shame johnnie. In their eyes they show desire to please, hope for considerations, and most of all, the look of promise to faithfully give themselves to his cock. See how pretty they are in their panties. That can be you johnnie. That should be you.

Trust me baby girl. I want you to do something for me, and for you. I want you to go to where ever you’ve stashed your panties, that’s right johnnie. Your panties baby. Put a pair on. Look at yourself in the mirror. I want you to see your full and luscious lips, those cock welcoming lips of your johnnie. Smile at yourself baby girl. Smile and say hello to the sweet sissy you see peering back at you with those soft come-hither eyes. See the beautiful cock slurping faggot reflected in your mirror johnnie. Turn to the side. See how sexy, how enticing your fat bottom will be to men johnnie. Real men who desire to stuff those puffy lips, that sexy boi pussy with big succulent cocks. Lastly johnnie, I want you to look down at your pathetic excuse yalova escort for manhood between your sexy legs. Tell me you aren’t hard. Harder than you’ve ever been. Don’t lie and say something stupid like, it’s only morning wood. I know the truth and deep within, you also know the truth. The next step will be for you to accept that truth as yours.

Hug and kisses

secret admirer.”

Jesus Christ. I was hard now just reading that shit. I stood and walked away from my PC not wanting to open the video clips for fear of how I might react. I was starting to get confused.

I paced. I swore. I cried. I swore some more. Although it was not yet noon, I went to my liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Vodka. A wee bit of ice and a full 8 ounces of my clear, soothing liquid friend.

Then another. By 1 PM that afternoon I was buzzing. Drinking like I did was probably not the smartest thing I’d ever done. It lowered my inhibitions. Made me think foolish thoughts. “Perhaps they know of what they speak,” I laughed.

The videos were eye opening. Indeed, those sissies sucked with loving care. The look in their eyes spoke of gratitude and more. I saw the look of acceptance, peace, and fulfilment.

Another video clip showed a sissy being double teamed. A large black cock parted his smiling lips as another fucked his boi pussy. The look of lust shone in the sissy’s eyes. Little high-pitched squeals of delight emanated from around that beautiful cock as those men, “Real men,” my admirer called them, took their pleasure from the kneeling pretty boi.

The last video showed a beautiful woman lying on the stomach of a black man, his cock firmly lodged in her pussy. A sissy was furiously licking both the exposed cock, the big balls, and her cunt as she watched him.

I saw her bouncing breasts, her quivering thighs, the wanton look of pure lust on her face. But I also saw a young man, he couldn’t be older than me, lovingly attending to the pair of lovers.

I watched that clip over and over, my dick throbbing with the need for relief. I was fascinated by the trio and in particular the happy sissy. There was a contented look on her face. A look I’d never had on my face.

An old famous saying sprang to mind, “If no one knows whether or not you’re a fool, why open your mouth and remove all doubt?”

And yes, doubt was in me, growing, clouding my judgement. Maybe they’re right. Maybe.

I was pacing again when I heard the ding of a new email.

“johnnie girl,

I bet you’re all sweaty, pacing, maybe even drinking this early in the day. Doubt has crept into your thoughts that I might just know what I’m telling you. Put them on johnnie. Put your panties on and do as I asked. What do you have to lose baby girl? Nothing. You have nothing at all to lose. Now be a good girl and do as momma says.

SA”

What did I have to lose? Whomever that is emailing was right about that. I had nothing to lose.

I went to the panty drawer and brought out both pair. I held them behind my back, switching them from one hand to the other until I didn’t know which pair was in which hand. “The right hand,” I decided.

I looked down at the sheer mesh boi-shorts.

Excitement was building in me as I stripped and pulled them up my legs and over my hips and buns.

Whoever sent these knows my size. They felt perfect. I rubbed my bottom and liked the way my bottom felt through the soft mesh.

I went to the mirror and looked at myself. Those boi-shorts looked perfect on me. The felt very nice too. I turned sideways and admired my soft fat bottom. Exercise had not tightened my buns one iota. They were as always, soft to the touch.

I liked the way those panties rode low on my wide hips. My little dick looked sexy. Hard, it was pressed against the front panel. I knew if I attended to my need at that moment my sexy mood would dissipate.

Maybe it was the Vodka, perhaps it was all those sex filled emails and videos. Who knew? I denied myself the pleasure of masturbating and paraded around the house in my panties. I had to be honest with myself. I’d never felt so aroused, so excited, so sexy before. I almost wished that whoever it was that sent me these could see me in them. Almost wished.

I went back to my favorite video and watched that pretty girly-boi make love to the crotches of both man and woman. That big black cock, shining with the moisture of a hungry pussy, the sissy’s lips glossed, her face smeared with the results of their fuck.

I rubbed myself through my panties and imagined that it was me, me johnnie girl, lavishing both that cock and pussy. I pursed my lips and made sucking motions as I watched that clip over and over while playing with my little erection through the soft material.

Needless to say, I did masturbate that night. For the first time in my life I thought a bubble bath would feel nice. I lay in the warm water, my eyes closed, my fist around my yozgat escort dick and gave myself the pleasure I deserved.

My orgasm was most satisfying. I fixed a TV dinner and tried to focus on the late news.

My mind wandered back to the videos and I found myself once again immersed in arousing spectacle of sissies and cocks.

I explore the internet and found that there are many such girly-boys out there and that it was widely accepted by society.

I read many articles which discussed the roles that bois play. I learned that sissies received pleasure from giving. Pleasing real man was their reward. Sissies, I read have an unquenchable thirst for sperm. One article postulated that the sissy ingested the sperm from real men in the false theory that by drinking the sperm of real men they may become real men themselves.

Another article argued against that saying that sissies have a natural craving for men to fill them with sperm; the same craving women have to have intercourse with men with cocks. “Sissies have been known to recycle their own weak seed when alone or under the strict supervision of whomever might have claimed them.

Claimed them? The thought was provoking. I searched for claiming sissies and found a plethora of information on that subject.

Most authors agreed that a sissy, alone in the world simply cannot fulfill their primary function. That function is pleasing real men. A real man can claim a sissy should he so desire. That sissy, in turn, will live only to please that claimant. The sissy needs and seeks approval, praise, and what little undeserved considerations his master may wish to bestow upon his sissy.

There were many pictures of sissies either claimed by some real men or those married to women who have devoted their bodies to the pleasure of men to whom they are not wedded. In some instances, it was the wife who helped her husband realize his true purpose and although they remain married, it is only in name. She sees a man or men, depending her sexual appetite with whom she permits her sissy to serve and service. The symbiotic relationship satisfies the needs of both the wife and her sissy husband. The real winner, the article said, was the man with the big cock receiving the pleasure from both wife and husband.

I saw photos of actual sissies dressed to the nines. There were pics of sissies with budding little titties. Sissies in chastity, and many, oh so many of pretty sissies in their sexy lingerie.

To say I was mesmerized would be an understatement. I was more than fascinated and wondered if I really had those qualities, the skills and talents required of sissies.

I learned that fortunate sissies lead a life devoted to the pleasure of others. Lives filled with discipline, spankings, humiliations. Lives in which the sissy must be content to seek permission to pleasure herself, to be told what to wear, where to be, who to service.

All of these things, the article continued, would be considered cruel by normal people in normal relationships. The sissy understands she is not normal. She is special and as such, she requires and deserves special care and handling. A good and proper sissy know she is to be punished for any and all missteps,, real or perceived by whomever it is that controls her.

I shivered at those words but in the back of my mind, I knew I my shivering wasn’t out of fear but arousal. That I could become so attuned to what I was reading made me rethink those emails. My antagonist might know me better than I know myself. That, I’d read, was a trait of many a potential sissy.

My head was spinning when it hit the pillow. I dreamt that I had been claimed by a beautiful woman who in turn had been black owned. I had a wet dream, serving both he and she while they enjoyed each other’s bodies.

I awoke in a sweat with my new panties wet from my dreaming.

I showered and without hesitation went to get my other panties.

My God but they looked great on me. My body, my frame was made for them. I decided then and there that I would remain at home in only my pretty panties that day.

I turned on my PC with the thought of reading more on my research but saw I had a couple emails.

I read those from family who asked how I was. I wrote a perfunctory reply that I was fine and opened the email I’d been hoping to see from my “secret admirer”.

“Dear sweet johnnie:

If I am any judge of character, by now you’ve done as momma instructed and tried on your new panties, inspected yourself in the mirror and gave yourself little sissy orgasms. Good girl. Today I have another assignment for my pretty girl. I want her, you, to take a selfie in your panties and send it to me in reply to this email. I want that photo pronto missy. Failure will result in my discarding you and you will never hear from me again. I have every confidence that I will receive that selfie in the next ten minutes johnnie.

You may expect another package today sweet girl. I have decided I want my sissy to have a whole new ensemble. An outfit worthy of my pretty little faggot sissy. I have included a prop with which I expect, no, make that I demand you become familiar with, so much so that you practice for two hours each and every day until you have mastered your calling. I needn’t say what it is baby girl. You’ll know it when you unwrap it.

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My girlfriend Rachel is a very sexy woman. Blond, blue eyes, incredible tight ass, nice full breasts, she is definitely the most gorgeous girl I have ever dated. We’ve been together for over a year and have been friends for a long time before that. One of the things that I love about her is that she loves sex, not only doing it but talking about it. She’s a kinky side and is always open to new experiences, sometimes it’s difficult to keep up with her.

Now, I know that most people don’t understand, but I have a very peculiar fetish. You see, my penis is a bit on the small side, 5 inches long with good girth, and I like to be teased about it. Everything started with an ex girlfriend named Sarah. We didn’t go out for a long time but I remember that when we were going to have sex for the first time, I was a little bit nervous, rubbing my cock on her clit to make sure she was ready, and she said “Don’t worry, you wont hurt me. My ex is much bigger than you.”

I know that most men would probably be pissed of by hearing this, specially in that situation, but, somehow, I was kind of turn on by it. Even before we break up I would jerk off imagining her being fucked by ex big dick. She never told me the size but I imagined something very big. After that I didn’t have any other experience with that. Sometimes I overheard some classmates talking about penis size or some friends would make comments about the guys they slept with, but nothing more than that. And I have always kept this fetish a secret, to me and my self, until that day.

One night I was at her apartment, lying naked with her on her bed, after having sex. She had her computer on her side and was checking her emails and I was thinking about how would I approach the subject. It had been over a month since I decided to tell her about my fetish but I was always very embarrassed and always gave up. Even though she is very open, it’s not easy to admit to your girlfriend that you like to be teased for having a small penis. I didn’t even knew what she think of my penis. Slowly I built up some courage and started the subject:

“Rach, what do you think of my penis?”

“You know I love it babe” she answer without looking at me.

“I mean…” I breathed lowly “Is it big? Small? What do you think?”

She closed her computer and turned herself to me.

“Why do you want to know? Is something bothering you?” she asked gently.

I started to get curious. It was not her type to avoid answering questions like this. I could also see that she was a bit confused, she couldn’t understand why I was asking this questions.

“I just want to know babe. What do you think? You know you can always be honest with me” I said caressing her hair.

“Well, you know I like it. You make me cum so good. Just today you made me cum 3 times!”

“I know babe, I do love having sex with you too. But I want to know what do you think of my dick” I said pressing her.

“Well…” she was unable to produce a full sentence. I could see in her face that she was searching for the right words, but I didn’t want to give her time to do that.

“Am I the biggest you ever had?” I asked.

I saw in her face blushing a little. It was not common to see her uncomfortable with a subject and I thought it was cute the way she was shy to talk about it.

“No…” she said shyly “I have seen bigger.”

“And how big was it?” I asked curious

“C’mon babe, do you really want to talk about this?” She said trying to avoid the subject

“I do babe. You know you can be honest with me, don’t worry. Was he that much bigger than me?” I said jokingly

“Well, he was almost 9 inches long.” she said looking away.

I got stunned. That guy cock was almost twice the size of mine. I couldn’t help but to start imagining Rachel having sex with a guy with such a massive cock. I was imagining his cock stretching her pussy wide open and her moaning very loud.

“Are you okay?” She asked worried.

“I’m fine babe. And how small was the smallest one you had?”

“Babe…” she whimpered

“C’mon, you can tell me. Am I the smallest one you had?”

She looked at me, and then to my dick, searching someway out, but giving up and answering shyly.

“Yes, you are the smallest.”

I was in shock. Ok, I know my dick is small but I was not expecting to be the smallest one. Now I was imagining all her previous boyfriends fucking her with erzurum escort cocks bigger than mine. It was a mix of humiliation and excitement.

“Are you mad?” She said worried.

“Of course not babe, you were just being honest.” I said calming her down. “So, what is it like? You know, to have sex with a 9 inch dick. Is it better?”

“No!” she added quickly. “It’s not that it’s better, it’s just different. Do you really wanna talk about this?”

I could see that this conversation was making her uncomfortable. She was being very cautious with her choice of words, trying not to talk much about this. In the other hand, I was very excited to know about her past experiences with bigger cocks. Just the thought of her sweet lips wrapped around another man big and thick cock was enough to make me hard again, but I was controlling my self to hide all the excitement.

“Yes.” I answered her. “You don’t need to be so defensive, I won’t get mad or anything like it. I’m just curious.” I added.

“Are you sure about this? Are you really asking me to tell you about how was sex with one of my ex boyfriend?” She asked staring at me.

“Yes babe, and I wont get jealous or mad, I promise.”

I could see on her face that this was a conversation that she did not want to have, but as she always says that we should be able to talk about anything, there wasn’t much that she could do to get away of this.

“Well…” she sighed. “The owner of the 9 inch cock is Eric. You do remember him, right? You met him a couple of times already.”

“Really? I would never guess it. He doesn’t look like he’s packing that much.”

“Believe me, he is.” she added firmly.

“Now, you said that sex wasn’t better, just different. Care to explain?” I asked.

“It’s just that he hit different spots. You know, he can reach deeper and, as he is thicker, it put more pressure. The whole sex ends up being rougher. You, on the other hand, hit the right spot. You hit my g-spot and that’s why you can make me cum so easily.”

“Well, that does make sense.” I answered thoughtfully.

“So, can you tell me why we are talking about this?” she asked firmly.

That was it. The moment of truth. If I wanted to tell her about my secret fantasy, that was the time. I built up some courage and tried to find the right words so it didn’t sound weird, but I couldn’t find any. The only way was to say it straight and simple.

“You know how you are always saying that we should be open with each other, and that if I had any fantasy I could tell you? Well, I kind of like to be teased about the size of my penis.”

Then, I started to explain everything to her. I told her about the incident with Sarah and about the effect that it had on me. I also explained to her that I didn’t like anything cruel , exaggerated, or fake. I didn’t want all that cuckold thing, the woman saying that the man is a wimp, that he can’t satisfy her. I told her that what I like is more like a playful teasing, maybe even a little bit of humiliation, like saying that her ex boyfriends are bigger than me. As I as talking she was watching me in disbelief.

After I finish I gave her a moment to think. She was clearly shocked and didn’t know how to respond to it. I knew it was all of a sudden that it was too much to process.

“I think I need sometime to think about it, ok?” she said.

“Sure babe, you know I don’t mind.” I answered

“Anyway, thanks for telling me. It means a lot to me.”

Then she kissed me and went to sleep;

The following days were a bit odd. She didn’t treat me any different but I was almost dying to know how would she respond to everything. We met a feel times during the week but the subject never came up. Everything was normal, like nothing had happen. I didn’t want to ask, because she asked me for some time, but this waiting was killing me.

It was Friday night, when she invited me to see a movie at her place. First, we had dinner at a restaurant near her place. Dinner went well, nothing unusual. At this point I was already thinking that she decided to ignore that day and pretend that nothing happen. After the dinner we headed to her house. We went to her room and watched the movie on her computer, with a little make out during the film.

After the movie she sat on my lap and started to kiss me passionately. I couldn’t help eskişehir escort to notice that she was specially intense this night. She took off her dress and kissed my neck, caressing my hair. My hands were all over her body. God, I love that girl! She is so hot and made me hard in a second. She started to kiss me more intensively and begun to undress me. First she took my shirt, then my pants and then my underwear. Totally naked, with my massive hard on rubbing her thighs, she continued to kiss me passionately. I tried to take off her bra or her panties, but she wouldn’t let me. She just kept rubbing her body on mine, kissing me, saying that she loves me very much.

After a long make out session, I was very horny and wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out. Noticing my impatience, she get off my lap and try to reach the drawer next to her side of the bed. She gets a measuring tape from the drawer and come closer to me.

“I want to measure you.” She said with a devilish grin.

“You want to measure my dick?” I asked in disbelief.

This was unimaginable. Was she really going to play along? I really didn’t see that coming. I was in shock, I still wasn’t believing that this was happening.

“Yeah, I mean, all that talking about size the other night, I just realize that I don’t know your size. Sure, I can guess it, but I want to know the exact measurement. Can I measure or do you want to do it by yourself?”

“I’d rather have you do it” I answer nervously.

“Ok, hold still.” She held the tape and placed it just over my dick, marking the place with her nail.

Then she got her computer and started looking some thing without saying anything to me.

“Well?” I said.

“Just a moment babe, I’m just double checking one thing.” she answered.

I tried to look at the screen to see what she was doing but I didn’t have time because she finished pretty fast.

“Okay, what’s your guess?” she asked playfully.

I had measured myself several times before, so I knew exactly my measurement, but I wanted to play along.

“I would guess something around 5 inches?”

“Before measuring I guessed 5 inches as well and looks like we’re right. You’re five inches and ¼ “She replies smiling.

“Is that a good thing?” I asked.

“You tell me. I searched on the internet a little about size, and to have a more reliable opinion I talked to Samantha and Chloe about this.”

Holy crap! Samantha and Chloe are her best friends. Samantha is by far her hottest friend but Chloe is also very beautiful. I couldn’t believe that Rachel have told then about this. How would I face then latter?

“Did you tell then?” I asked astonished.

“Calm down, I didn’t tell then anything. Although they did ask me about your size.” She said giggling.

“So, what did they say?” I asked nervously

“Well, most sites are saying that 6 inches is the average, give or take a little. I asked the girls about what did they think it would be the average and they said 6 inches as well.”

“Um, so I guess I’m a bit smaller than the average.” I said sheepish.

“Yes babe, I guess you do have a small dick” she said sharply.

I never thought I would hear does words from her mouth. All those things, the measurement, telling me the size that their friends like, saying that I have a small cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was very aroused and a little humiliated.

Then, she sat on my side and started kissing me again. This time she let me took of her bra, and while I was kissing her marvelous tits, I also removed her underwear. I could feel that her pussy was very hot and wet. She was horny and enjoying this as well.

I felt her rubbing my thighs, and stomach, till she finally reach out for my cock. She started rubbing it with her palm, then holding it between her fingers. She started to stroke my dick with just two fingers and whispered on my ear:

“I love how I can do it to you with just 2 fingers. With Eric, sometimes I had to use both hands.” She said provokingly

Those words made my dick twitch very hard. Did she really just said that? All I could do was groan.

“I felt that twitch. Did you like to hear about how I jerked him off?” she asked

I nodded but remained silent, just enjoying her fingers.

“You are so naughty! I bet right now you are imagine gaziantep escort my hands wrapped about a big cock just like his. Are you?”

“Holy shit! Yes!” I cried as she stroke me faster.

“Can you imagine how much bigger he is than you?”

I couldn’t answer, I didn’t want to answer. She stopped and went to get another thing from her drawer.

“I bought this to show you how big he was.” She said with a devilish grin.

Then, to my surprise, she took from the drawer a huge dildo. It was all black and looked like it was new. She placed it next to my penis and said:

“I went to a sex shop to buy this one. This is more or less the size of Eric, it’s 9 inches long but a little thinner” she explained

“Thinner?” I thought. The dildo was already thicker than me and it was thinner the him?

“Now, do you see how you can’t compare with him?” she said. “He’s so much bigger than you. Yours look like a teenager near his.” she laugh

“Ouch, that hurt!” I thought. I didn’t knew if she was joking or not anymore. But this whole thing of her saying that I have a small penis was really turning me on.

“Do you want to fuck me?” She asked starring at me.

“Yes, I need to be inside of you!” I answered fiercely

“Good, but first, I want you to fuck me with Eric.” she said handling me the dildo

She also gave me some lube to use on it. I started to rub the head of the dildo against her clit. While caressing her tights I kept rubbing our new toy in her pussy entrance. I could see that she was getting wet, she started to moan, her mount was wide open and her eyes were closed.

“Put it in.” She ordered

Slowly I slid the first inches in.

“Shit! So thick!” she yelled.

I let her get used to it for a while and then I started moving it slowly. I could see her lips parted and opened wide taking the girth inside of her. Her lips were fully stretched around that huge toy.

“Ahh…” She moaned, “More, please more!”

I pressed further inside her, letting just enough for me to handle the toy out. I hold still for a while, till she get used to it.

“Fuck me!” She pleaded. I started moving the dildo in and out of her.

“Faster!” She order as I increase the pace.

“Yes! Do me Hard!” She pleaded again.

“God this cock is stretching me so much!” she screeched while she started to shake

“Ah, ah, ah, keep going! Keep fucking me with that big cock!” she yelled.

“Oh God” Her moans started to get more intense, her face started to flush, her body started to shake. I kept pounding her pussy hard and fast till her body relaxed. I took out the toy and she grabbed me, pulling me towards her.

“Thanks babe, now it’s your turn.”

She didn’t need to say it twice. Her pussy was all red and stretched of the toy, and I wondered what would it felt like. She was already wet so I didn’t need to wait any longer. I was so horny after seeing my wife cum so beautifully that I just wanted to fuck the brains out of her. I started to thrust my dick in her pussy as hard as I could. I couldn’t help to notice how loose she was. Maybe this is the feeling I would get if fucked her after she had been with a guy well hung like Eric. Those thoughts made me even more aroused and I thrust harder..

“You can go harder babe.” she said. “I’m so loose that I can barely feel your little guy” she laugh.

That was too much for me. I started to thrust as fast as I could, and feeling the pressure in my balls I came instantly very hard.

“Shit, I love you Rach!” I cried as I filled her pussy with my cum.

Both tired, we lie side by side in the bed.

“Thanks babe, that was awesome.”

“It was good for me as well. Was it like you imagined?” she asked.

“I’m pretty sure I couldn’t imagine it this way.” I answer jokingly. “Was everything true?”

“Well, most of it. You did make me cum again now in the end, the part about not feeling you as just to tease” she replies smirking.

“And the rest?”

“All true.” she gave me a straight answer.

“So, you do think that I have a small dick.”

“Babe…” she sighed. “Yes, let’s be honest. Five inches isn’t much.”

“But that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you or that you can’t satisfy me.” she added quickly. “It’s just that, sometimes, I miss the feeling of being filled up by a big cock.’

“So do you want to keep using the toy?”

“No, I have a better idea.” a devilish grin appeared on her face.

“What?” I asked intrigued.

“Samantha is always bragging about the size of Mark’s dick, say that he is really big. What if I manage to talk her into swapping partners, would you be interested to?”

*************

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“You know what I want?”

It was a question, not a statement.

She was silent. She’d been quiet ever since he got her into position. As if speaking would cause something to happen that she didn’t want.

He spoke again, softly into her ear, “You know what I want?”

She was silent still.

She lay on him facing the ceiling, with her legs outside his and her hands resting on her own thighs. He was holding her by her breasts, balancing her on his chest and abdomen. And he had his erection inside her vagina from behind.

Moving gently and slowly, he explored into her body with his erection and he could tell that she was apprehensive by the tension in her ribs and her upper arms as they crossed over his hands. Her biceps were quivering slightly with nervousness.

He asked her a third time, “You know what I want?” But still she said nothing.

He thought to himself, “Time to get some response.”

He reached down from her breasts to a knot about her waist and undid it quickly. The knot was in the corset lace and the corset was on the girl. He took the laces out to either side of her body, took a loop round each hand and slowly began to push his hands apart. The lace began to tighten, and then it began to run through the eyelets at the back of the corset, next to him. He could feel the two rows of eyelets moving together ever-so slowly. Almost imperceptibly. But not really imperceptibly because she felt it.

She murmured for the first time since he’d got her installed on his penis and lying on top of him. She didn’t speak but he could tell she noticed the tightening of the corset.

“Oh-oh-oh,” she groaned softly as her waist shrank an inch or so; and then he tied off the lace again, round at the front of her torso.

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Earlier that day, he’d made all the preparations for this evening. For himself, he’d laid out the items he needed for his own pleasure. Then he administered himself an enema; lying on the floor of his bathroom, on the special soft matting he had with the waterproof backing. It was only a small enema by his standards; two quarts, four pints, half a gallon. But it had done its job and he was cleansed.

After a shower, he dried himself carefully and went to the bedside, to take up the long-leg, high-waist panty girdle. It was one he’d kept for some years awaiting this day, and was no longer available in stores or on the Net. It was a white Custom Maid Style 299. It had long legs almost to his knees; a very firm set of panels, long bones at the front and back, a hook-and-zip fastener, and came up almost to his nipples. It took him some time to get into it because it was a waist-size 28 inches and he was 34, but the hips were right on him. “That’s what comes of wearing a woman’s girdle,” he said to himself. When he was installed in it, he surveyed himself in the long mirror. Then he reached down and pulled through the “comfort crotch” his starting erection. Of course, this crotch opening was designed to allow women to pee without taking off the girdle but it served his purpose equally well. “How thoughtful of them,” he mused to himself again, and smiled.

She had arrived in the early afternoon. They had known each other for five years, and they both had pleasure from the other. Each time they met in their first few months, he had made a suggestion to her for his pleasure and she’s said, “No, please. I don’t want that.” So he’d stopped asking and started planning.

Today, as usual, he helped her undress and also given her a small enema. This had been part of their routine over the years, and she thought nothing of it any more. Then she showered and he helped her dry with big fluffy towels

But corsetry was new to her and today she’d been intrigued by the garment he wore and also by the one he presented to her. She felt down over his girdled body, and marvelled at the tension and the construction of the garment. Before fitting her corset onto her, he’s asked her to wear a blindfold and she’d agreed. So she couldn’t see the extreme narrowness of the waist nor the yards and yards of lacing which would need to be pulled through the eyelets to make the corset close.

And so they cuddled and she enjoyed his hands on her and the way he massaged her breasts, and played gently with her labia and clitoris. Slowly, with no apparent haste or tension, they arrived at this position; with her lying on him backwards and him deep inside her. She could feel the strength of his erection, and also the taut fabric of his girdle against the back of her thighs and legs. And the tightening waist of her own corset, of course.

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Now, he resumed his hold on her breasts and moved his erection in and out of her a few times. He didn’t want to climax yet; not for a long time, but he wanted to remain stiff and “useful” inside her. He could feel the pressure of his own girdle on his skin, pressing on his diaphragm, and squeezing his own legs; and the tekirdağ escort circle of tense Lycra around his erection.

“You know what I want?” The same question and the same silence.

He massaged her nice breasts and squeezed them, which he knew she liked. She murmured her pleasure this time.

“Aaah,” quite a different sound. Definitely not a groan this time and her arms relaxed onto his hands and her own thighs,

“You know what I want?”

More silence and a return of the tension in her arms.

Reaching down to her waist, he undid the corset lace again, took the loops round each hand and started to tighten the corset. He knew all about this corset. It was made to measure and fitted her ribs perfectly and without pressure. Also, it fitted her hips with only a little pressure; say one inch less that her 38 inches. But the waist was a work of genius. By a clever arrangement of gores and positioning of the eyelets, he could reduce her waist to very small proportions indeed. He had asked the corsetiere to make the waist 16 inches; so that the closed measurements would create a woman’s figure of 36-16-38 inches. But his woman didn’t know that.

So he tightened the laces a little, for the second time and she made the “Oh-oh-oh” sound again. From the feel of her corseted body against his chest, he judged that her waist would be about 24 inches now.

He thought to himself, “A long way to go, lady. You’ll answer me soon.” As he thought it, he marvelled again at the tension and the smoothness of his own girdle; and the way it allowed him to mover her around without her skin sticking to his.

This time, he moved his hands to her waist and held her between his fingers and thumbs. As he moved into and out of her more times, he squeezed her waist a little and felt that there was a lot of flexibility. Squeezing as hard as he could, he felt the fabric of the corset bunch a little under hands, and knew that his next tightening could be more than the gently nudge of an inch or so.

He moved his hands up and down her body; holding and massaging her breasts and smoothing down to her pubic area, pressing on her mound and into her labia, and then round her sides to hold her hips and press on her buttocks a little. He pressed her buttocks together and then pulled them apart; and repeated this few times. She tensed as he did it and he knew what was in her mind.

“Time to persuade her more to her liking,” he thought, and moved his hands from her breasts to her mound.

Smoothly pressing his fingers into the crease either side of her clitoris, he set up a rhythm with his penis inside her and his right hand on her clit. Pressing gently with three fingers and moving them from side to side, he knew the rhythm she liked. Three motions on his fingers to every one of his penis.

He felt her relax on him as her pleasure started to rise. He could feel the mew moisture under his fingers and on his erection. She was building towards an orgasm. “And then, she’ll be more amenable,” he thought.

Sure enough, she became tense, arched her back as his rhythm continued. He was careful and restrained in his movement and his pressure. After a few minutes, her breathing became deeper and her legs started to tremble; until with a great gulp of air, she came to a massive orgasm.

“Ah. Ah. Oh. Mmmmmm,” she murmured.

He held her and stopped his stimulation because he knew from the past that she liked to settle quietly and with only her own hands on her body. She settled onto him and she could feel the girdle fabric next to her skin. And he became even more aware of the girdle as she settled with her warmed skin next to him.

She held her own breasts, and then her abdomen, and let her hands come to rest crossed on her mound; as if protecting herself. Her back stopped arching, legs stopped trembling, and breathing became normal. He let her become totally relaxed again and held her breasts. All was quiet.

“You know what I want?” came the question again, and he thrust his erection into her a little further as if to emphasis the urgency of her answer.

She made no reply and he moved his hands to her waist again, undid the laces and tightened the corset by more than last time. There was a response.

“Ugh. That’s tight,” she said

“It isn’t tight,” he corrected her as he tied off the laces into a bow at the front of the corset.

He re-commenced holding her breasts, feeling at her flat abdomen, and squeezing her waist; and all the time moving in and out of her delightful vagina.

And so it went on with the same question and non-response for five more times. And each time, the corset was tightened a little more. After these five intervals, she was beginning to pant for breath and at each tightening made her little murmuring sounds. He knew that her waist was now under 20 inches and he spent most of his time holding tokat escort her waist, while pumping his erection in an out of her vagina. Almost, he could reach round her waist with his fingers and thumbs; but not quite.

She had tried a few times to place her own hands on her waist to feel its smallness and to gain some comfort but he’d pushed her hands away each time. Now, her arms were outstretched either side of them both and resting on the bed.

“You know what I want?”

Silence and the movement of his hands to the knot; but this time was different. As he made a huge effort to shut down the corset onto her body, she spoke.

“No – more. Please. I – can’t — take — any – more. No-o-o-o-o. Pleeease,” she was gasping out the words.

“You know what I want?”

“Yes – I — know,” she said at last.

“What is it I want?” he asked his second question.

Silence and the undoing of the knot, and the final reduction of her waist; to the smallest he could manage from his recumbent position. But it was enough this time.

“No — more. No — more,” she gasped and tried again to hold her own waist, which he prevented until he had retied the knot.

Then she put her hands on her own waist and felt the hardness of the corset over her tiny rigid torso. She felt the bones and wrapped her fingers around her waist to any extent she would never have believed possible until then.

“Oh — my — god — what – have — you — done — to — me?” her voice was rising and she was on the point of a scream; a hysterical scream; as she felt the minute attenuation of her waist.

“What is it I want?” he insisted.

“You — want — me — in — my — bottom,” she said after five years of the knowledge but never having spoken it before.

“Yes. Be still. Tonight I shall take what I want,” he spoke softly into her ear close to his shoulder; not threatening, but the words rang in her head and she knew that resistance would be futile.

“I’m – bursting. You’ll – break — me. Please — let — me — out,” she pleaded through her rigidity.

“Soon. As soon as I have what I want. Then you can be free again,” he whispered.

He took hold of her waist and lifted her a little off his erection. Then he moved his hands so that he was holding her buttocks as they rested on his thighs, on top of his long girdle legs. Holding her buttocks open slightly, he positioned his erection at her anal opening.

She was well oiled, inside and out, and he pressed his stiff penis into the opening. Her body yielded again and he pressed a little more.

Now he took firm hold on her waist and used that to press her down onto his erection in her pulsing rectum.

“Oh – oh,” she groaned, “Oh – no, oh — my — Godddddd.”

Her eyes were closed and her head arched back against his shoulder. This wasn’t the first time she’d had anal experience. She’d worn butt-plugs for her own stimulation. But she’d had bad experience of anal sex many years before and avoided it ever since. And tonight, this man had immobilised her in a corset-prison and had her at his mercy. He was ploughing into her intestines. She had no pain or even discomfort but she had the knowledge of where he was and what he would be feeling, and how high he would reach. She felt used and possessed in a way that hadn’t happened before; and it was that knowledge that impressed itself on her imagination and her sensations. Partly, she felt disgusted but also intrigued by what was happening, and the sense that she was doing something unusual. Without actually forming the thought in her mind, she came close to wondering, “How many women have done this. I’m doing something rare and special.”

He was now plunging and raging in her rectum, and she was in danger of falling off his body. Her rigidity in the corset prevented her from holding herself in place, balanced on top of him. She tried putting her arms out to each side to gain some stability. When he thrust into her, he was pressing her waist down towards his feet. When he was pulling out of her, he was dragging her waist up towards his head. She was being flung around like a corseted rag doll and felt herself slipping to one side, as if to slide off him. His girdle made him more slippery, and she was aware of the tight fabric rubbing against her thighs and her buttocks.

It was then he took another hold on her body. A more rigorous and restraining grip. He placed his left arm across her waist and took hold of her right hip. His right hand moved up to her throat, took a grip under her chin, and forced her head further back over his shoulder. She was being stretched out, almost as if on the rack, and still he was plunging and bucking under her.

His orgasm began to build up, and his movements became more extreme. Within his tight girdle, he could feel the tensions of his climax developing high up in his girdle-contained waist trabzon escort and progressing down his abdomen. He felt the excitement spreading over his groin and adding to the pressure and the pleasure of the girdle. The squeezing pressure of the open crotch around his engorged penis seemed to enlarge him further and he experienced some more resistance to his movements in and out of her slimy anus. He wanted to move more vigorously, to add more sensation in his nervous system. He just wanted to empty himself into the bowels of this lovely woman in her corset with the tiny waist. He wasn’t concerned over her anxiety, or her body discomfort, or the fact that she was being thrown around like a corset-stiffened doll.

For her, these minutes were the worst of her sex-life. She was being squeezed into an impossible shape by the corset, stretched out like a victim of the Inquisition, thrown up and down as if she were on a boat in a storm; and her intestines were under a constant throbbing assault which she could feel high up in her chest. She could only just breathe in time with the movements but she was coming to the end of endurance in these conditions.

“Oh — oh — oh,” she gasped in time with his thrusts, but began to panic as well.

“Aah — aah — eeh — eeh.” She was on the point of screaming again.

And then he came – massively – inside her, with his own exclamation, “Aaaaghh.”

She heard it and her panic receded as his movements relaxed, and so he became still. She could feel just the pumping of his juices into her body; the springing of his erection; the movement of his testicles against her buttocks as he tried to press into her as much of his body as possible.

He relaxed his hold on her throat and placed both of his hands on her waist again. He held and squeezed her waist as he withdrew from her rectum. He wanted to hold that waist for hours, until his erection rebuilt itself and he could take her again. But good sense prevailed, and he moved her to one side, and slipped from under her. She lay on the bed, still trussed up like a full sized Barbie doll, with an impossible figure. Except, of course, that it was possible and she was the living proof. He raised himself on one elbow, removed her blindfold, and leaned over to kiss her face. Which was wet with tears and she still gasped for breath.

Raising himself further he kissed over her breasts and down onto the corset; nuzzling and kissing with his lips all the way down the front busk-fastening to her groin and finally pressed his mouth into her mound. She was still and silent but for a gentle residual sob. She felt down to her waist and pressed her fingers around the tightened figure, and the sobbing stopped. Her eyes opened wide, she marvelled at her own figure, and turned to look straight into his eyes.

“That’s amazing,” she said, “I didn’t know I could do that.”

He kissed her full on the mouth and they exchanged a closeness with their tongues even as she held her waist and he held one breast.

“That’s so exciting. I didn’t know,” she was discovering new sensations and also new expectations from this man.

He knelt up and undid the knot at the waist, at the front of the corset. Immediately, it began to open at the back, out of his sight, and he could see the relaxation of her waist. He rolled her onto her side and worked to open the corset further at the back lacing. Eventually, perhaps after perhaps two minutes, it was sufficiently open at the back and he rolled her back to face upwards. Then he unclipped the six pins of the busk, and the corset fell open either side of her.

Instinctively, she reached to her waist and began to massage the marked and reddened skin. And he joined her in the massage. He leaned down and kissed the marks and the creases, and she placed her hand on his head. It was a precious gentle and sentimental moment. He lay down facing towards her, and spoke softly into her ear; telling of his love and his appreciation of the excitement she had given him. She knew that he was thankful; and admired her for the strength of her body and the pliability of her figure inside the corset. And so they slumbered a few minutes. She with the corset open either side of her, and him still in the now-soiled tight long-leg panty girdle. He felt at himself in the firm boned and zippered fabric; and she reached over and smoothed her hand over his body also.

“That’s nice,” she murmured, “fits you will and holds you well. Hmmm.”

After a few minutes, he rose from the bed and took off the girdle. Then he bathed her; kneeling on the floor outside the bath as she languished and moved around to let him cleanse her totally. As a last movement, he pressed his fingers gently into her anus and allowed some of the warm soapy water to swill around the opening.

After that they dressed, and made another date. He wanted more. She didn’t know what she wanted; except that this man had given her sensations, pleasures and fears that no other had. She wanted more of what he could give her. And if it meant more corseting; well, she was pleased at the knowledge of her tiny waist and the concentration of her erotic sensations.

At least now she could answer “Yes” to his question, “You know what I want?” And next time she could do that with more eagerness.

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I had met Sally in 1992 whilst doing a business college course, she was lovely, good looking, slim and had the most wonderful smile I had ever seen, it was love at first sight.

I had taken the course because of pressure from work, they wanted to promote me and thought that I was too inexperienced and the course would help me understand the finer points of management, they were right but it was a struggle never the less. Sally had a strange career path in the fact that she was a working as an apprentice in a tattoo parlour. She had started the course off her own back because she did not like working for other people and eventually wanted to start her own business. This was good that she had ambition, but I hadn’t ever known anyone who had worked in one of those places, and I felt a little uneasy but also curious at the same time.

I had an invite to the studio one Saturday, it was to see Sally at work, which I readily accepted. The artist would prepare the area, place the stencil and outline and Sally would colour the rest of the tattoo, only the simple easy ones that had one or two colours, but not ones that needed shading. She was good, she had a talent and she knew it, but the owner of the parlour “Kev”, a big man with both arms fully covered and a massive amount of rings through his ears kept holding her back saying that she needed to learn slowly and realise that if she went rushing in then sooner or later she is going to screw up and make a mistake that could and would probable follow her as long as she was an artist. You see Sally was very independent and loved to take control, she could take criticism but only in small doses and only from people she respected, she liked Kev, and realised it was important to try and get on with him but she did not actually class him as a friend. Sally simply wanted her own shop.

Time went on and we started to see more and more of each other and then eventually I tried it on, I did all the usual things, a good night out with lots of alcohol, I got her drunk on Brandy and babycham, she was legless, so I called a taxi and took her home, we kissed, cuddled, kissed some more and before I knew it we were both stark naked on the bed, it was one of the best but surprising night I had ever had, She was a virgin, I knew she never talked about old boyfriends but I just thought it was because she kept things private, I had never broke a virgin in before, it was great, but I don’t know if it was because of her being a Virgin or the fact that I had deliberately got her drunk but I felt unbelievably guilty.

Over the next few weeks we talked about her being a virgin and why she had never had sex before, she explained that there was no one she had ever liked that much before, and so what was the point in having sex with someone you knew you weren’t likely to end up with, “END UP WITH”, did she mean she wanted to end up with me, my mind raced, but I soon came to realise that we were meant to be together and so one Friday night I proposed to her and she said yes. Within a week she had moved in to my flat and we started to settle down.

About two weeks later we were both lying on the couch watching TV, when she quietly said Dave, yes I replied, do you love me, yes I replied, can I give you a ring? What sort of ring I asked, an engagement ring, one to show that we are together and always will be a couple. I thought shit, I hadn’t mentioned rings because of the cost and the fact that we were saving for a house. I said why bother and we needed to save, she got up off the couch stood in front of me and said “I want to give you a ring”, I don’t want one back, will you let me. Yes okay give me a ring I said, she came to me, kissed me and took me to bed where we had the most wonderful sex ever. The next day she phoned me at work and asked me to finish early so that she could give me my surprise, and that I was to meet her at her work.

I reached the parlour at about 5.30pm and was worrying a little because I was about two hours late, I hadn’t taken my mobile with me and thought that she was going to go wild. I got to the parlour and went to open the door but it was wouldn’t open, I pushed the door a couple of times, rattling the steel ironwork behind the door but it was locked, I turned around and straight in front of me was Sally, sorry I’m late but, SSSSSHHHHHH don’t worry about it, I knew you would come, and she gently kissed me and then said come on, and opened the door.

Inside was cold and a little dark, she put the lighting on and I said where are we going for the ring. She looked at me and said “nowhere just here” what do you mean I said?, Dave do you love me, YES, do you trust me, YES, then sit down and Ill give you your ring, what a tattoo, you mean a tattoo, yes she said, a lovely tattoo, one that will join us forever, now if you love me sit down, shut up, and do not speak until I have finished. I was gobsmacked, I looked at her and I don’t know why but I just said okay and sat down. She cleaned my hand and then said “remember, be quiet”, and then produced a cloth scarf and blind folded me. I kept quiet, my mind racing about what was about to happen, and had a massive erection at the same time. The first thing I heard was a loud bussing that lasted for half a second, then again but a little longer, but I felt no pain, what was she doing, why was she teasing me, she must be testing it I thought, but bursa escort then she picked up my left hand and I felt the pain, the sharp intense almost burning pain, it hurt, it really hurt, but after a couple of minutes the pain eased. I was trying to picture in my mind what pattern she was doing, how large and no matter how I tried I could not follow it.

The actual tattoo took longer than what I thought but after turning and twisting my hand and finger countless times and always being in a constant state of arousal with a hard-on she stopped tattooing and said “there, its finished”. She untied the blindfold and I looked at my finger, I sat there looking in silence, my wedding ring finger was tattooed with a most intricate pattern, it looked like a series of intertwining knots which were multi coloured, blue, red, black, green, I lost count, but the tattoo reached completely from the knuckle to the first joint of the finger, it was huge, and it went all the way round my finger, not a gap, not a speck of normal skin colour, my mind was going ten to the dozen, ranging from work, friends, family, Sally, “well, do you like it”, I looked at her still in a state of shock and said, “I love it”, and kissed her and gave her a big hug and we just made love on the tattoo parlour reclining chair, after we had finished making love she looked at me and said “you are mine now”. Over the next few days you will have to keep it clean and don’t pick at the scabs, she said. Over the following week I tried to keep it clean as much as possible but the scabs formed, and fell off, I had a slight infection on the top closest to my knuckle, but I was up until then a tattoo virgin.

We were again watching TV when Sally gently pulled my finger to her eyes and started to inspect it, it needs touching up, you’ve lost some colour and the edges are weak, you didn’t look after it properly. Do you like it and did you like having it done, yes and yes I replied. Good she said, then wait here, she went to the bedroom and came back with a selection of colours and the tattoo gun, what are you doing I said, Just what you want she replied, and remember keep quiet.

As the first needle prick punctured my skin I again got the hugest erection, Sally looked at me and said “this really turns you on doesn’t it”, it must do I replied, and just sat there whilst she started to touch up the coloured parts. She then got changed guns and started to outline the edges once more, but this time instead of stopping at the first joint of my finger she continued the pattern past the knuckle and slowly kept going, I had had my instructions to keep quiet but had to fight to keep my mouth shut. Once she reached the tip I realised there was no point in saying anything because if I did then I would have a finger covered in black lines and no colour. The tattooing continued, twisting and turning my hand as she did so. Eventually she wiped all the excess ink off along with the blood, placed the gun on the living room table, cane towards me and without a word just smiled, kissed me long and sensuous, and then unbuttoned my jeans to let my long lasting erection spring out of my pants, not a word was spoken, she just went down on me, it was the first time she had done this and it was great, she was gentle and firm at the same time, she started off at just the top and slowly worked up and down until all of me was inside her throat. I just lay back and enjoyed the ride, all the time looking and inspecting my one and only coloured finger, it was completely coloured from knuckle to tip in bright colours the knot was the same but below it was a maze of tiny images, I looked closely and they were dragons, bright richly coloured dragons. I just came, and Sally just kept on sucking and swallowing, once she came up she was silent and smiled, she came to me and pushed her tongue straight into my mouth, I thought what about the spunk, but I had just had the best blowjob ever and I thought what the hell, she hadn’t swallowed all of it I soon realised as I had a mouthful of salty slimy sperm. I just thought sod it and carried on kissing her and in seconds had another major erection. We did not make love but we had wild frantic sex, it was great, it was different to our normal love making, it was wild untamed anything goes type sex, and it opened our eyes to what we had been missing.

Monday morning I was sacked from my job. It was inappropriate to have a trainee manager with tattoos that were in open view, I was gutted but had been expecting it or something similar. I sat there in the flat waiting for Sally, it seemed ages but when she came home she already knew, she had tried to phone me at work to see what was happening when my boss told her that she had ruined my career and how would I ever get a decent job again. He was right of course but if I had to choose between my career and upsetting Sally then There would be no contest, Sally would come first every time. And this is what I said to sally, we made love talked and just lay there in each others arms. Three weeks later I was still unemployed, loads of interviews but the moment they see the finger its all over. I did not know what to do, where to go, nothing and I seemed to start slipping in effort, I could not or would not bother to do much, just sit there moping.

Can I pierce your ears Sally said, why not, çanakkale escort it will be different, will it hurt I asked? “Very much” she said, I want to use a dermal punch on them, a what I said? A dermal punch, its like what they use for punching holes in leather, once its done I shall fit a gold spacer tube to help keep it open and help stop infection. You will have tiny see through holes in your ear lobes. You will look great.

The next thing I knew we were in the tattoo parlour and had ice packs on my ears trying to deaden them so the pain would be less. I was again lying on the reclining chain, but the next thing that happened surprised me, she said I want to handcuff you to stop you jumping out of the chair and hurting yourself, okay feel free I said. I was handcuffed and again blindfolded, I knew I had to be quiet before she even told me. She started to fiddle with my left ear lobe and I felt something being lined up, she seemed to take ages but then there was the worst pain I had ever had and a loud popping noise, I knew she had removed the centre of my lobe and I could feel blood dripping onto my neck, she sprayed something onto it and then quickly started to pull and push at my ear, and after some severe pain and a short amount of time it was done. One down and one to go she said, as she kissed me, The pain was intense and even after it still hurt, but it was what Sally wanted, I loved her and would do anything for her and she knew it. She moved to the right side and again I felt her align something onto my earlobe and again an almighty pain shot through me, this didn’t hurt as much as the left one but after it was done, still blind folded I gently shook my head and my ears felt different, heavier, they touched the side of my head as I shook. She kissed me again and still handcuffed and blindfolded she undid my jeans and gently pulled out me semi-hard dick, the next thing she done puzzled me, she got one of the ice packs and held it on the underside of my dick. It obviously went small and I was wondering what she was going to do when she polled my foreskin back and I felt a sharp short pain, she had pierced my dick, she pulled and tugged a little and then said “there all finished”, no sex for a week for you. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, I had gone in to have my ears pierced and ended up having my dick done.

She undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold and I looked down at my dick, there on the back of my dick coming straight through the hole was a gold ring, “its called a prince Albert” she said, fucking excellent I said, but what do you mean I wont be having sex for a week, you are going to have to keep it clean, your urine will help it heal quickly and you can always service me with your mouth.

She held up a mirror and I saw that she wasn’t kidding about punching holes in my ears, Jesus, what size hole did you put in, there huge. 9mm she said, to start with. I looked at my ears and they looked like they had been stretched and had large gold tubes in them. Well they’re different, I said, they’ll take some getting used to. She just smiled and asked me if I liked them and I said YES.

In a matter of weeks I had had my entire wedding finger tattooed, my ears ringed and my dick pierced, time was flying, and I have to admit to myself I loved all of it and Sally knew it.

The job interviews were a waste of time, I could only get factory jobs doing labouring and there was no way |I was going to do that. Sally and I were laying in bed one morning when she said “why don’t we open our own shop”, how do you mean I said, You know rent a shop and start doing tattooing and piercing. Its very popular and with you helping me I am sure we could make it succeed. Lets go for it I said, but where are we going to start. Don’t worry I have already found a place, it’s a bit dirty and needs decorating, but its cheap and with the savings we have already made we can afford the first twelve months rent easily.

Four weeks later and hands covered with blisters the shop was ready, and to celebrate we placed a half page advert in our local newspaper. The day of the opening was quiet, we had half a dozed men and women come in to look around and a young man came in to have tribal arm work done. We had not made out fortune but we had made a start. Over the following months I would become the apprentice and would start by colouring in single colour parts the same as Sally had done. I helped with and learnt the piercing process’s, we were making money and we were fast becoming comfortable. Occasionally when we had quiet days Sally would practice alternative piercing on me like my scrotum, and the rim that runs around the head of my dick (dydoe), I soon eventually became quite a sight, I had fourteen piercing’s in each ear, my septum done, both eyebrows and my tongue twice. I had never been able to entice Sally to carry on with the tattooing on me, she always said “wait, be patient”, she had not made her mind up on how she wanted to cover me. I once suggested that I could tattoo myself and she had a fit, if you do you’ll regret it, she promised. I didn’t dare continue the questioning.

Days, weeks months had passed and the business was doing okay, when a lady came in and asked if we did permanent makeup. No not yet said Sally, but we will be soon and had the lady’s phone rize escort number and said that she would call her when she was confident and capable. The lady left and I turned to Sally and said “what’s permanent makeup”, she said it was a form of tattooing that mimicked normal cosmetics and she had read that the permanent makeup business was really taking off and we needed to get into the line so as we could get an early start. We spent the next week looking up everything we could find on the internet about tattooed makeup, and soon realised that we needed to try it on someone, I asked Sally if I could de her and she said no way, you are not experienced enough and that it ought to be her that tattoos me, get stuffed I said. There’s no way that I am going to have makeup tattooed on. She didn’t speak to me for the next three days, no sex, no food, nothing. On the fourth day I said that this couldn’t continue and it was ridiculous that she would even contemplate turning me into a woman. She looked at me and said that she was a highly skilled tattoo artist and that she would not do anything to me that would hurt me, she loved me and if and when she did the technique she would only use subtle colours and would make a perfect job of it. And if after completing the process I did not like it she would pay for the laser treatment to have it removed. I said that she wasn’t playing fair and just as usual eventually I just caved in.

The day was a Tuesday it was sunny and well into the seventies, when she said that the shop would not be opening in the morning because she had a little surprise for me. I knew this day would come and I dreaded it, she had me lie back onto the tattooing chair, she than pulled out a digital camera and said that she needed before and after shots to show people what is possible. She then started to apply some sort of topical anaesthetic to my eyes, I froze to the chair the time seemed to pass very slowly and after about two to three minutes she said that she was going to give me eyeliner, upper and lower and again keep quiet and still. The initial thought of someone coming close to my eyes with a needle scared me, but I decided that I trusted her and that if we were to have a future I should show this. The first sting of the needle hurt but not as bad as I was expecting, she slowly worked on my right eye first, she said that she had to complete the upper and lower on each eye first because of the swelling and she worked quickly, I tried to look and see what colour she was using but couldn’t manage to see. She then placed a cold wet cotton pad over my right eye and then started to do my left, carefully repeating the stroking lines left to right each time. Eventually she again wiped my eye and placed another cold wet cotton pad over my left eye and told me to keep still. I sat there thinking what colour has she done, how wide has she gone, I had felt her exceed my eye rim whilst tattooing me but due to the anaesthetic and endorphins kicking in I was unsure. Then I felt her wipe my mouth over with some sort of damp cloth and again told me to keep still, then the buzzing started all over again, she was tattooing around the edge of my mouth. I am sure I started to cry under the cotton pads, but still kept quiet and still. I felt her trace the lower and then the upper rim on my lip with the tattoo ink, I actually started to get hard again below and Sally noticed, she just gently rubbed my jeans and then carried on tattooing me.

She sat back and wiped my lips to get the blood and the excess ink off again, why was she doing this to me, did she love me, if she did then why?

Sally removed the eye pads and again got the digital camera to take more shots of the before and after photos. She held a mirror to my face and I just stared mouth open, my eyes seemed larger because they were surrounded with thick jet black lines and even had little ticks at the ends of the eyes to exaggerate the eye. I looked down and saw my lips, they had been lined with a very dark red ink, and the centre had a high cupids bow again highly exaggerated. I just stood there saying nothing, just realising that there was no turning back now, without Sally I was ruined, no one would want me, I would not be able to work. I looked at Sally and said “thank you”, she kissed me on the lips gently and then on each eye gently and said now lets go home to bed. Before we left Sally phoned the lady who wanted the permanent makeup done and told her that she was happy that she had perfected the technique and had a living subject to show her. An appointment was made for the following Thursday. We went home and made love only this time it was different, Sally got on top and literally fucked me. The following Thursday The lady turned up and was introduced to me, she at first looked puzzled as to why a young man would let this be done to him, she closely inspected my eyeliner and said to Sally “perfect”, and “do you do eye shadow”, Sally looked at me and said within the next seven days I will, I almost came in my pants as she said this. The lady had the eyeliner done and we carried on as usual, I had a few stares at first and these soon subsided, but shortly after the initial tattooed makeup was applied a middle aged woman came into the shop and asked to speak to the owner. She and Sally had a long talk in the other side of the shop and then left, I asked who she was and Sally said that she was a local TV produced who was looking for alternative ideas to do programmes on and that she had heard of the tattooed eyeliner and lip liner off one of her friends and that on Saturday she wanted to come and film me having the next stage of the process done. We would be paid six thousand pounds as long as I was willing to be made over.

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‘This is the day. This is the day’ Andy repeated the mantra all the way to the batter’s box.

“Bottom of the ninth and batting last is every one’s favorite SysAdmin. With runners on second and third and a score of 2 to 4 with two outs — it all comes down to this. So far it’s been an epic battle between sales and IT in this year’s company softball tournaments. Yes sir, it’s all down to this at bat to see if the boys of IT can break the 5 year loosing streak against the folks of the sales department.”

‘Will someone shut that idiot up’ Andy thought bitterly and then quickly cleared the thoughts from his head. There was too much riding on this to get angry… ‘This is the day. This is the day…’

“Swing and a miss. At this point the hairy geek has got to be sweating more than a harlot in church on an Alabama Sunday summer morning.”

‘What the hell? Did Harry Caray have a one night stand with a southern minister?’ Andy shook his head and focused on the pitcher. Just one hit and his plan would come to fruition. Just one hit and he’d take the whole IT team back to the house and share his home, his food, his wife and his wine. This gang bang was the one thing that brought his department together to try one more time to beat those asses from sales. She didn’t know this was coming, but this very scenario has been her most passionate fantasy ever since he’d known her and she loves surprises so this should…

“What is the big man thinking? He didn’t even swing at that one. So this is strike two. Looks like this is going to be a Casey At The Bat story. So folks I’d like to thank you for taking part in this year’s tournament. Seat cushions provided by Parson’s Pest Control. Do you have-“

‘Will that old redneck shut up! God, I hate that poem. This will be the day. This will be the…’

“Holy Mother! The geek’s gotten a hold of that one. Is it… Is it… It is! It’s out of the park ladies and gentleman. The streak is broken. IT five, sales four. The IT department wins. The IT department WINS!”

‘This is the fucking day.’ Andy was all smiles while he jogged around the bases. As he rounded third base he saw his team running to meet him at the home plate.

“Boys”, he shouted, “the party’s at my house!”

2

“So when are we going to get down to this?” Michael asked as he squinted into the late afternoon sun. The nine guys of the IT team lounged around Andy’s back patio. The smell of the last of the barbecue was mingled with the smell of fresh cut grass from a neighbor’s yard. From the look on his teammate’s faces Andy knew he couldn’t make them wait much longer.

“OK. You guys start getting your women out of here and I’ll go get Catherine ready.”

“Get me ready for what?”

Andy’s face sunk as he heard the back door open and the sound of the wives and girlfriends spill out onto the patio. Amidst howls and cheers from the guys Andy met his wife before she made it too far onto the patio.

“Honey, I have a surprise for you” Andy said using his smoothest voice as he led her back into the house.

3

“You set up what?” Catherine asked as her face showed a mask of fear, anger and… interest.

“I checked with every guy, they’re all clean. They are into this and they promised to be discrete.” Andy was starting to feel as if the walls of their bedroom were closing in on him. “This is the perfect opportunity for you to fulfill that fantasy of yours.”

“That’s not the point! You should of talked to me about this.”

“But you said you wanted this to be a surprise?” It was Andy’s turn to show a mix of emotion: fear, confusion and a hint of hope.

Catherine took a steadying breath and tried to calm her voice “But you big dummy, I started my period today.”

Andy now understood her anger, he forgot about biology. With a sheepish, half grin he suggested “We could… uhm… go ahead anyway. I don’t think the guys would mind?”

“But I would!” Catherine’s anger was returning. How dare he surprise her like this?

“OK. OK. We’ll just forget it. I’ll go break it to the guys; they’ll understand. They’re geeks and are used to disappointment. I’ll find another way to make it up to them… somehow.” Shaking his head sadly Andy turned towards the door.

“Oh bullshit. Don’t you try to guilt me like that.” Catherine’s tone froze Andy in his tracks. He realized he’d gone too far. Andy slowly turned back towards his wife. He was bracing for the storm that he’d caused. But what he saw shocked him; his wife was smiling.

“I know you were trying to do something for me and your work friends. You were trying. So give me a few minutes to see if I can figure out something. You run along…” There was a long pause and Andy could almost hear the wheels turning in her head “… and play with the guys.”

Andy opened his mouth to say something but Catherine shushed him. “No questions. Go.” And with that Catherine all but kicked him out of their home.

4

Nathan looked at his boss with concern “What düzce escort do you think she’s planning?”

The question hung in the air for a long time. The crickets were active and the moon was midway up the sky. The guys had been banished to the back yard for several hours now. The only clues about what was awaiting them was the sound of cars coming and going and the stray giggles that could be heard escaping each time the front door was opened and closed. The one time they tried to go inside they were greeted with screams of ‘Get out’, a case of beer, a gallon of tea and a mandate to piss in the tree line if they needed.

Andy shook his head and finally replied “I don’t know man, I really don’t know.”

About 15 minutes before eleven the backdoor opened and Catherine stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, wearing a company league softball uniform.

“OK! Listen up boys. It’s game time.” Catherine’s voice boomed across the patio and echoed into the night. She strode onto the patio, followed by the rest of the women. They all wore company softball uniforms.

Catherine stared at the guys who were all dumbfounded. She cocked her head and took a moment to look each man dead in the eye. A smile started to spread across her face, but she quickly suppressed it.

“Damn it men, go get your asses in uniform. We have a fucking game to play.”

At that last comment the guys looked to Andy for a clue as to what they should do. He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for them to head into the house. With that the guys started to file into the house to get their game bags. As Andy started to follow his teammates, a soft hand pulled him to the side. Thinking Catherine wanted to explain what was going on he waited. After the last of the guys disappeared into the house Catherine, Micheal’s wife Sarah and John’s girlfriend Angie surrounded him as the back door was closed. Angie was almost unable to stop herself from giggling as she put her face near Andy’s and asked, in a tinkling voice, “And where do you think you were going?”

Andy shrugged, hesitated for a moment and said in a confused voice “Umm… with the rest of the team?”

Sarah starred at him, unblinking and cold. She raised one eyebrow and said “But she said for the men to go get dressed.” The stress on ‘men’ wasn’t lost on Andy. It was at that moment that he noticed the telltale bulges in the women’s tight fitting uniform pants.

“Guys let him be. Andi will understand soon enough. Angie would you make sure all the rest of the team gets to the field no sooner than 2:00am. Keep them… entertained until then. Sarah and I have to get our star ready.” The way Catherine said his name, in a girlish, singsong way, did little to calm his growing concern.

As Andy watched Angie bounce into the house a knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Catherine saw him go pale and said, with mock sympathy, “Ah… what’s the matter Honey? Don’t you like surprises?

5

A silent stalemate set in on the patio while the three heard everyone exit the house, vehicles start, and then cars driving off into the night.

“Where’s everyone going?” Andy tried to sound nonchalant but it came out in a pinched, quiet whisper.

Keeping with her cold persona, Sarah replied over her shoulder as she headed into the house. “They are going to a strip club to get ready for the main show later tonight.”

Catherine grabbed Andy’s upper arm and led him into his own house. With a sarcastic voice Catherine added, “Come on sweetie. We have to go get you ready.” Once the trio entered the master bedroom, the women sat Andy on his bed and stood over him. Andy finally found his voice. “What exactly do you have in mind? The guys go to a strip club and I have to sit it out?”

“Not exactly dear” his wife said. Putting her hands on her hips, Catherine took on a slow, friendly voice. It was the type of voice you would use explaining a complicated problem to a child. “Quite to the contrary silly. You will be the center of attention.” For the first time Sarah’s facade broke as a slight giggle escaped her deep red lips. Catherine, ignoring her partner, continued. “I know you are a good man, and that you were trying to bring your team together, so we’re going to help you. If a gangbang is what it is going to take to reward them, then they’re going to get one.”

Andy wasn’t sure where this was going but it didn’t feel like a place he wanted it to. Always hopeful, he suggested “So you’re getting a stripper for this?” His comment elicited a belly laugh from both of the women. Before they had even caught their breath Catherine let out, “No silly gurl, you won’t have to strip.”

Andy’s heart sunk. As the women finished their laughter, Sarah walked over to the bathroom door and grabbed a plastic shopping bag. Catherine resumed her boss posse, hands on her hips with a stern look on her beautiful face. “You promised the guys that they’d get to fuck a hot slut and, since edirne escort I love you, I’m going to help you keep that promise. It’s really the same plan. The only difference is that you are going to be the hot slut.”

Andy’s head was rolling, but he was, by trade, a problem solver. “How about one of the other women? Did you ask them if they wanted to take the role. I mean the fantasy is common enough.” While he started strong, the last sentence came out more like a pleading petition than a strong suggestion.

“Oh, I did! But,” Catherine let a pregnant pause fill the room. She leaned forward and, putting her lips inches from his face, she finished in a soft, sexy tone, “they liked my idea better.” The smile that spread across her face was a mix of triumph, eroticism and just a hint of pure evil. Catherine tweaked his nose, stood up and began to pace in front of him. “You see, you shared one of my deepest, most personal fantasies with everyone in your office. I told you that in confidence, in the throws of passion. Your betrayal of that privacy hurt me, deeply.”

Catherine’s smile slid from her face for the briefest of moments. In that moment, Andy realized the mistake he’d made. He had hurt the person he loved more than anything else in the world. Catherine saw the look of pain on her husband’s face and for a moment considered backing out of her plan, but that moment passed and she rationalized to herself that even if she wanted to back out now she couldn’t. The plan was already set in motion.

“Ah, sweetie. I know you didn’t try to hurt me.” She bent down and lightly touched the side of his face. She looked deep into his big brown eyes and saw that he knew he was in the wrong. He couldn’t hold her glaze and had to look down. Catherine lightly brought his chin up so she once again had his eyes.

“But you did.” her voice matching the sadness in her husband’s eye. “However,” her tone becoming hopeful, “you can fix it and make everything even.” The tears that had started to form at the corner of Andy’s eyes began to dry as he asked “How?”

“Tit for tat dear. You gave away one of my secrets so I get to give away one of yours.” She stood up and pulled over the chair from her makeup table. She sat down and leaned towards her husband like a conspirator in a some great scheme.

“You see, after we exiled you and the guys to the backyard, I talked to the girls. And while a couple of the women even volunteered to help you guys out you had hurt us, all of us. You hurt them by offering their spouses a way to cheat on them, you hurt me by telling everyone my desires and you hurt all of us by not being honest. So I came up with a plan. First I pulled up your computer and showed the girls those sites you like to browse at night?” Andy looked confused, he often caught up on tech news after he got home from work. Catherine saw his confusion and smiled. “Oh, I don’t mean the boring ones. I showed them the fun ones.”

Andy’s mouth went slack as his wife continued.

“I pulled the sites up for all the everyone to see and we went through your history.”

Andy’s eyes went wide. He enjoyed pornography and had never been shy about sharing it with Catherine. In turn, she shared the porn she liked with him. That’s when he first learned about her group sex fantasies. His taste for porn was wide and varying. He liked women, lesbians, lingerie, group, straight, and even a little bit of gay male stuff. But he knew at once what sites she had shown them. “Crossdressers.” The word escaped his lips against his will. It was the one fetish he had that was the hardest one for him to accept. As such it had taken a long time for him to share it with his wife.

Sarah took that as her cue to pull a pair of white stockings with bright red bows from the bag and drop them on the bed.

Catherine’s voice took on a tone of evil joy. “Here’s the deal honey. Tonight you can make amends to me, the other women and give your guys the reward you promised them. All you have to do is, how should I say, take one for the team.” Andy heard Sarah mutter something under her breath about ‘more than one’ but he ignored it.

“And if I can’t?” Andy really didn’t think he could go through with it. This was too much.

Shrugging her shoulders Catherine added, “Then all of the women have promised to never mention what they know about you to their men. The guys will go to the strip club thinking that a night with the dancers was their reward. And they will go back to work on Monday thinking you had bit off more than you could chew. Life will go on for everyone.”

Catherine let another pause hang before she added in a slightly hurt tone, “Except you will have to live knowing that you have betrayed my trust and didn’t try to make it up to me when you had the chance.” She knew he was just trying to make her fantasy a reality and really couldn’t think badly of her husband. He didn’t mean to hurt her and she felt no great animosity towards elazığ escort him. So as she looked down at her husband’s shocked face she knew she was playing an evil game. But what Andy didn’t know was that she had other group sex fantasies; ones she hadn’t shared with him yet. The one she had in mind put her husband of over a decade in the staring role of just such a situation. When else would she get a chance like this?

Andy just sat on the bed he and his wife shared feeling like a monster. What had been an attempt to make everyone happy had just been turned on its head. For a moment he thought hard about saying no. Fantasy and pornography was one thing but these were his friends, neighbors and co-workers. He knew he couldn’t face them come Monday morning. But as he looked up at his wife he knew he would do anything for her. And, if he was honest with himself, he’d seen a few transvestite gangbang videos that he found incredibly arousing. He took a deep breath, looked at the women, and asked with a great deal of resignation “What do I have to do?”

6

The woman hopped up and down squealing like school girls. The smiles that they shared almost made him change his mind.

“OK, first off you have to be more… feminine. ” Sarah, the icy persona now lost for the moment, said in a surprisingly giddy tone. She waved her hand up and down in his direction. “That means all that hair has got to go.” With that, the women all but drug him to the shower and began to strip him.

While Andy normally wouldn’t have had an issue with two women stripping him down, he suddenly felt very self-conscience. Sure he was going to be dolled up but he still wanted to give a good impression. However, Andy was a grower and not a shower. And with everything that had just went down he didn’t feel much like growing. “Uhm, ladies can I have a moment to myself. I .. err.. need… uhm … yea”.

Reading his mind, Catherine chided him. “Give it up you little slut. For the next few hours you’re our bitch and what you call your ‘cock’ isn’t an issue. You don’t even get to have a cock, you have….” Catherine drew a blank that Sarah was happy to fill in. “You have a clitty.” Catherine and Sarah both shared another giggle at this idea. Andy started to grow bright red. With that Sarah undid his fly and dropped his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. She glanced down at his crotch and giggle “Yep, a little sissy clitty.” The mild humiliation was actually arousing him; he felt more and more like he might be able to make a good impression after all.

The women were giggling at his obvious arousal. They began to alternate between touching him and each other. “Hey Cat, I think she likes it.” Catherine nodded and added. “Oh, you have no idea how much he likes this. I mean he gets off on the most outlandish stuff. I mean we’ve been in bed after she’s spent the evening looking at the ‘gurls’ and you wouldn’t believe some of the fantasies she comes up with. ‘Put me in panties.’ ‘Make be suck cock.’ ‘I want to be your slut.” Catherine stopped to wipe tears that her giggling had caused. “Oh man, his cock… err… her clitty gets so hard she almost shakes.” Both women broke into more laughter at Catherine’s mocking. As Andy continued to remove his clothing, their giggling gave way to a deep tongue kiss.

Andy couldn’t believe it. Here was his wife telling her friend some of his most twisted fantasies. He felt betrayed, shocked and, most surprising of all, unbelievably aroused. He no longer had anything to fear about making a good first impression; his cock was harder than it had been in a long time.

The women broke their embrace and Catherine stopped to look at Sarah. “Wait! Men get to have two hot women playing with them.” She look at Andy with a serious expression. “This is your last chance. We can stop now and go no further. But,” Catherine paused long enough to stroke Sarah’s breasts through the uniform with an opened mouth moan, “you live with your choice.” Catherine’s hand roamed lower on Sarah’s body. “However, if you accept, for tonight only, you quit being a man. You are going to be transformed into a gangbang gurl. Are you sure you want to go on?” Catherine was now masturbating Sarah through her uniform. Sarah’s mouth was forming the classic O shape. Andy didn’t think she was faking it. At this point he was quite enjoying himself and the live show that was happening in front of his eyes. He quickly accepted with a short, croaking “Yes”. Catherine nodded at her partner in crime and the women shared a quick, knowing look. They were sure that their plan would work.

It was now Sarah’s turn to torment Andy. “Although”, she started, “you won’t be a woman either.” She shook her head disapprovingly. “I mean look at those ugly balls.” To drive her point home, she slapped his testicles with the palm of her hand. She was none too gently either. “So you obviously not a woman. You’re going to be a ‘gurl’ and our little bitch.” This was delivered with another slap of his now sore balls. The change in tone, and pain, was quickly deflating his erection. “You’re going to be our bitch, our little slut.” Sarah added three more shots to his balls in quick succession, the whole time giggling at the result the impacts were having. His cock was as flaccid as when he walked into the bathroom. This seem to please both of the women.

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First, let me thank “HeyAll” who functioned as my “volunteer editor” on this story. His assistance was invaluable to the process and to the content itself. I thank you, sir!

BACKGROUND:

Approximately two weeks ago I placed a notice in the Literotica Personals. My “Profile” read as follows:

“Introduction

I am a 65-year-old man and have been straight my entire life except for some minor experimentation in college. I’m just to the point that I would like to know what man/man sex feels like. I’m not looking for a relationship as I am very happily married. In fact, my wife will hopefully decide to watch or even call some of the action between us. Personally, I would prefer that. She is totally aware of this posting.

I’m not sure I can do anal, but maybe that depends on the person and circumstances. I want to give and receive oral at a minimum and see where it naturally goes from there.

I’m not sure of the quality I can give at the start, but I am willing to learn the “art” and be taught.

We thought we might first meet for a drink or dinner, then proceed to our hotel room if we are all in agreement to go forward. This should be fun and hot, and I intend to make sure it is.

My Ideal Person: Experienced bisexual or gay male who is attracted to older professional, retired guys. He is patient, has wit and can enjoy teaching the art of man/man sexual pleasures.”

Well, to our great surprise we got about eight replies over the next two weeks. While some were suspect, most seemed genuine and had good ratings from others. We independently picked out the same man, Steve, who seemed like a nice guy and someone you might enjoy spending time with. He lived just outside of Austin.

We contacted him through the site and told him we would be in Austin for an upcoming weekend and wanted to get together for a couple of drinks and maybe more if we all agreed after having those drinks. So, we decided to meet in the Four Seasons bar on Friday at 6:00 PM. We would have a few drinks and get to know each other.

We checked into the hotel early and went down to the bar early about 5:30 PM and picked out a table in a more dimly lit area where we would have more privacy.

I was nervous as hell and wasn’t sure I even wanted to go through with this. A fantasy is one thing but making it a reality wasn’t something I was so sure about. However, something kept pushing me to the next step. Well, at 6:00 PM on the dot Steve walks in, sees us and recognizes us from the descriptions we had given him earlier.

Steve sits down, orders a drink and we order our second. He compliments us on giving honest descriptions (so far, at least) and we give some sketchy info about ourselves and our backgrounds. He seems very easygoing and likable. After talking for 30 minutes or so, I nod to Carol (our predetermined signal for her to head to the restroom), and she announces that she will be right back.

While she is gone, I explain to Steve that my nod and her “leaving” for the restroom means that we both want to go forward assuming he agrees, of course. While Carol is gone, she is deciding whether she wants to participate sexually tonight or just watch and maybe direct some of the action between the two of us. We will know her wishes by her actions when she gets back. She is taking off her panties, and when she comes back, they will be balled up in her fist.

I explain to Steve that if she gives her panties to him, it means she wants to actively participate sexually in the night’s activities — which may mean that she just wants you to use her vibrator on her, or she may let you pleasure her orally or even want full-blown intercourse. Or, in layman’s terms make her cum, eat her pussy or fuck her! She will let you know step by step how far she wants to take it.

If, on the other hand, she gives her panties to me, it means she wants just to watch and possibly direct some of the action between us. muğla escort Either way, I tell him, I’ll make sure he gets her panties as his souvenir of the night. That generates a big smile from him.

Carol, after what seems a very long time, but probably was only 5 minutes or so, comes back to the table. We can see she does have something in her fist, but no one would guess it’s her panties! She sits down and gives them to ME, then goes on to explain that she would just be more comfortable watching this time, but she warns that she would like to be in control of the action between Steve and me and that she has given some advance thought to this subject! She asks Steve if he is comfortable with her calling the action tonight, and if he will do as she directs and, of course, he says YES! (I have never seen her want to be this in “control” of our sex activity. I’m usually the one making the requests.)

We order one last round before heading up to the room, and we start talking about Austin and how it is changing, etc. etc. trying to deflect our real thoughts! Then, we make a toast to making new friends and to fun things to come that night.

Then out of the blue Carol takes my hand under the table where no one can see and puts it on Steve’s upper thigh. Then, in a low voice, she says “Now, move your hand to Steve’s crotch and tell me if his dick is hard yet!

Then she tells Steve to do the same to me. Surprisingly, we each tell her that they are hard as rocks! She tells us to rub those dicks for a minute through our pants to make sure they are hard, but “DO NOT CUM.”

After a minute or two of rubbing, she announces that we seem ready to go to the room. Carol and I finish our drinks and tell Steve that we’ll go first and get things ready. Carol tells him that he is to give us exactly 10 minutes then come up and knock on our door.

On the way up the elevator, Carol notices my hand is shaking and asks me if I’m sure I want to go through with this. She reminds me I can still say “No” to the whole thing or any part of it even if I decide to go through with it.

“No, we have come this far, ” I said. “And I want to go through with it, even if it is just a one-time event in my life!”

She asks me if I mind if she just watches tonight but directs all the action. I say “no, but it might be nice if you got naked at some point like Steve and me.” She says she’ll think about it!

Once we’re in the room, I make myself a scotch and water, and she tells me to keep my clothes on but to sit on the couch. Then she asks me very firmly, “WILL YOU DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN I DIRECT YOU TO?” If so, repeat this back to me exactly, “YES, I WILL DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN YOU DIRECT ME TOO”!

I repeat this as instructed, and then there is a knock on our door. Carol opens the door and lets Steve in. She then proceeds to offer him a glass of wine or a drink of the bourbon or scotch that we had brought with us. He says yes to the glass of wine, and she pours one and hands it to him.

She tells him that she is going to direct ALL the action between him and her husband and asks if he is agreeable to that. (She is acting like I’m not sitting right there).

He says sure, but he hopes she will get so turned by the action that she will want to join in. She tells Steve that joining in tonight is very unlikely.

She then says, “Steve, are you prepared to do EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN I DIRECT YOU TO?” They discuss that he always has the right to say, “NO” to any act that he doesn’t want to perform, but absent that he says “Yeah, sure I will give you control of the action.” She says, “no, that’s not good enough, I want a firm YES, I WILL DO EVERYTHING EXACTLY AS AND WHEN YOU DIRECT ME TOO”! He repeats it exactly as instructed, and from that moment on, we are both under Carol’s complete control.

And so, the night I have fantasized ordu escort about so many times begins for real! Carol tells Steve to go over to the couch where I am sitting and sit down. I want to see you make out for a while and get your juices flowing. Kiss and fondle each other like a couple of teenagers in heat before we move on.

After a few minutes, she says, “Bill, rub his dick through his pants and make sure he is totally hard.” “Tell Steve what you think of his dick based on what you feel.” I do as told and tell Steve his dick feels nice and thick and long.

I keep rubbing his hard dick until I can feel him throbbing through his underwear and pants.

Carol then says, “Bill, tell him what YOU WANT to do to his dick.”

“Steve, while Bill describes what he would like to do to you, take off your pants, but keep your underwear on. Then I want you to tell him what YOU WANT him to do to your dick!”

For my part, I tell Steve I want to suck that beautiful dick and before the night is over “make you explode in my mouth and give me the biggest load of cum you have ever shot” (figured why hold back now!).

Steve starts to tell me that he wants me to do just that and suck his dick for all it’s worth.

Carol interrupts and says, “No, Steve, I want you to describe specifically what you want, where you want him to lick. Now tell him exactly how you like your dick sucked. Then tell him how you rub your dick when you jack off. You do jack off, don’t you Steve?

Steve says, “Sure I jack off. Everybody does”.

Carol then goes on to say:

?”Tell Bill how often you jack off thinking about someone like him sucking that dick.

?Do you jack off every day?

?Where? In the shower? In bed?”

oSteve tells us he jacks off almost every day, mostly in the shower, and his favorite fantasy is getting his dick sucked by a man, sometimes by both a man and a woman.

?Carol keeps on, “Do you eat that good cum, Steve?”

o”I swallow it about half the time,” he says. I like the taste of my cum.”

?”Do you use toys, Steve?”

oSteve says he uses a fake dick most of the time which always makes him cum hard.

?”Now tell Bill exactly how you like it? What makes you ALMOST cum? BUT DO NOT CUM YET!!” (Steve is getting hotter now that he has been asked all these questions that he has never, ever answered out loud before in his life. He starts telling us the answers while his underwear has a growing wet spot from his excitement and my rubbing.)

?”Bill, suck that wet spot that I see on Steve’s underwear. We mustn’t let any of that wonderful precum go to waste.”

After a couple of minutes, Carol says, “Ok, Bill, your turn to tell Steve a few things about you, but first take Steve’s dick out, bend over at the waist and with the tip of your tongue lick up that precum that is oozing out of his dick. That’s it, stick your tongue in that slit”.

After 10 minutes or so of me just licking the head of Steve’s dick, and swallowing a fair amount of precum in the process, Carol tells us to take our remaining clothes off.

“Bill, while you are taking your clothes off, and leave your underwear on, by the way, I want you to answer each of the questions Steve just did, and I want the absolute TRUTH!

?Tell Steve how often you jack off thinking about someone like him sucking your dick.”

oI tell him it’s been one of my favorite fantasies, especially for the last couple of years.

?Carol then says, “Tell him a little about the kind of porn you watch while jacking off. (She knows I watch gay porn, either masturbation videos or long dick sucking ones.)

?”Do you jack off every day, Bill? Where? In the shower? In bed? In your closet?

?Have you ever jacked off in some other room of our house?”

oI tell Steve it’s more like every other day, usually in the shower, in bed osmaniye escort or while sitting on the toilet watching a hot video.

oI say, “yeah, I have jacked off in other rooms, like the living room and maybe the Media Room on the rare occasion I watch a Porn movie up there.”

?Carol says, “What do you use when you jack off? Have you ever used a dildo like Steve did and fucked your ass with it?

?Do you always eat your cum, too? I know you like it, don’t you, because you always want me to feed it to you. Now, tell him the truth here.”

oI say, “yes, I have used a dildo, but I haven’t found one that really fits or feels great yet. They are either too big or are hard to get in. I haven’t had much luck yet. I want Carol to use a “strap-on” with me, but she is resisting that one. As far as eating my cum goes, I have tried in the last year or two, but when I start to cum, I chicken out, maybe half the time. It has to be the first couple spurts, and then I like it and am glad I did it.

?Carol asks, “What makes you ALMOST cum? BUT DO NOT CUM YET!!”

oI say “a finger in my ass rubbing my prostate will do it for me, but that is very hard to do by yourself.” Steve agrees!

“OK, once your clothes are off, I want you to stand facing each other. Bill, pull Steve’s dick out of his underwear at the bottom and do the same to yours. Now, take his dick and press it against your own and very slowly put them together and jack them off as one. Yes, rub that precum over both dicks. Ooh, that’s hot looking. Steve, gently play with Bill’s nipples while he is rubbing your dick. Remember, DO NOT CUM!”

After about 5 minutes of this, Carol says “OK, let’s get on the bed and lay down on your sides opposite each other in a 69 position. Now you get to do what you have been fantasizing about, Bill. Suck that dick just like you have imagined. Lick it up and down. Take what you can in your mouth. I want to see you taking that precum in and swallowing it. How does Steve taste? Steve, how about Bill?”

I say, “he is delicious, and he can sure produce the pre-cum.”

He says, “You’re not so bad yourself there, buddy. This is super hot! I have never had anybody call the action like this before.”

Carol goes on, “Steve, teach and show Bill how to properly suck a man’s dick. What about his balls? Do all men like them rubbed and sucked? How rough should it be?”

After several minutes, Carol asks, “Shall we take a little break at this point and have another drink or keep on going?”

I say I could use a break as my jaw is starting to hurt a little.

Carol says, “OK, but first I want each of you to grab one of the cock rings on the nightstand and put it on. I want to see those nice hard dicks stay that way. Go ahead and play with yourself for me if you need to to stay hard. Let’s go back to the living room and sit down”.

(After we all move back to the bedroom)

Carol begins, “There is some lube on the bedside table, Steve, why don’t you spread some of that on Bill’s ass when you’re ready?

“Bill, lay on your stomach and give Steve access to your ass.”

“Steve, I want you to massage Bill’s ass now and after a few minutes, put one finger in his ass to start to open him up. After a few minutes of getting some lube up there, move on to two fingers. Then try using that vibrator there on the nightstand but put a condom on it first. Bill can show you how it works. Ok, once Bill gets that in his ass, Steve, then I think he’s ready for you next. Get your dick good and hard, put on one of those condoms and insert it in his ass. Go slow at first until he is used to you. After he is used to you, you can fuck him for all your worth! Just go for it.”

“Bill, are you ready for this? Do you want Steve to fuck you now in your ass?”

I say “Yes, I’m ready.”

Carol says, “Then tell Steve how much you want him to fuck you!”

I say, “Steve, please, man, go slow, but fuck my ass right now.”

“Alright, I’m going to be quiet for a while now and just watch you two enjoy each other.”

Alright, this is where my fantasy ends for now. Based on the reaction I get, and if there are enough others that enjoy this type of story, I may be encouraged to write more on this topic. I hope you enjoy it!

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