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“Cross!” yelled Michael.

Kieran booted the soccer ball from the right line of the field to Michael who was on far post of the goal. Michael headed the ball and it swished into the net before the goalie had a chance to react. They all heard the three long blasts of the whistle that signaled the end of the game. Michael’s goal, with Kieran’s assist, had pulled their team ahead. With a whoop of joy Kieran charged Michael, grabbed him around the legs and spun him around until they collapsed in a dizzy, slightly woozy heap. Their other teammates jumped in on the celebratory, game-ending dog pile.

In the months that Michael had been home he and Kieran had renewed their friendship and found themselves spending most of their time together. Michael had joined Kieran’s weekend soccer league and Kieran found himself heading across the bridge to Michael’s house instead of through the tunnel once or twice a week, with Michael spending most weekends hanging out at Kieran’s with Petunia. They barbequed most weekends and gathered a crowd of friends around them.

* * * *

“So where are we hitting up tonight?” Kieran was kicked back on Michael’s couch. His therapy groups had only run until three today so he had headed over to Michael’s before the traffic hit too bad on the Bay Bridge. Michael had come in the door not too long ago and gone for a quick shower and to change clothes.

“I thought maybe we’d try Suppenkuche. It’s in the Hayes Valley. Have you been?”

“No, but I think I saw it on ‘Check, Please!’ once,” said Kieran, referring to the local t.v. show that would have three diners each go to each others’ favorite restaurants and then come back and review them. “You know that show actually won a James Beard award? Cool, right? But, yeah, restaurant, German food, right? Lots of beers?”

“Yup. Can even get it in a glass boot.”

Kieran raised an eyebrow. “And get so plastered in the process that we can’t even stand up enough to call a cab?”

“Pssht… You’re no fun.”

“Right, I’m no fun because I think standing up is a good thing. Aren’t you supposed to be the stodgy accountant?”

“You didn’t tell me the seating was communal!” Kieran had to practically yell in Michael’s ear to be heard.

“Forgot!” Michael yelled back.

“If you’ll follow me a couple of seats have opened up over here,” the hostess said. At least that’s what Kieran thought she said. It was more of a reading of lips and gesturing kind of thing.

They were led to a long table; most of it was taken up by a group of tourists. At the opposite end sat one man. It was to that end of the table that the hostess led them to. The man seemed to be engrossed in his menu, but when the Kieran and Michael approached, he glanced up at them and gave them a friendly smile.

“Here, I’ll move over so you can sit next to your partner,” he said to Kieran who happened to be closest to him.

“Thanks for letting us sit together, but we’re not partners; just friends,” Kieran said laughing. Now that they were away from the door it was a bit quieter & they didn’t quite bergama escort have to yell to be able to hear each other.

“Great,” the man said. “Now I get to hit on both of you. Ethan,” he said, extending his hand.

“Kieran,” Kieran returned. “Well, at least you get to hit on him.” Michael slid into his seat, then extended his hand to Ethan, “Michael.”

“Now,” Michael turned to Kieran, “about Das Boot.”

“Michael, we are not drinking two liters of beer between the just the two of us. That’s like a bottle of soda, complete with uncomfortable carbonation.”

Ethan had been listening in. It was hard not to in the close, cramped quarters. “What about between three people?”

“Yeah, what about three people?” Michael said, eagerly willing to side with any ally.

“I’m on the end of a loosing battle aren’t I?” Kieran said.

“Do your BALLS hang low, do they wobble to and fro! Can you tie ‘EM in a knot, can you tie ‘EM in a bow! Can you throw ‘EM o’r your shoulder like a Continental soldier! Do your BALLS hang low!

Kieran had been wrong about the effects of drinking beer out of a boot in relation to being able to stand and call for a cab.

Instead Michael, standing up—listing—but standing, was singing a variation of “Do Your Ears Hang Low” at the top of his lungs as they waited for the taxi. Inexplicably Michael actually knew several verses of the song. Trust it to an Irishman. Or son, or grandson, or whatever of an Irishman. Michael’s family were San Francisco Irish and most of them lived out in the Avenues. And like all good Irishmen they had the gift for stories, poetry, songs, and if they were dirty, well, so much the better. This wasn’t Irish but… Kieran didn’t even know that there were more verses than the original one. The extra verses did not improve as Michael sang them.

Do your BALLS flip-flop?

Can you ?use them as a mop??
Are they ?stringy at the bottom??
Are they ?curly at the top??
Can you ?use them for a swatter??
Can you ?use them for a blotter??
Do your ?BALLS flip-flop??

The had had a great time at Suppenkuche, eating brats, sauerkraut, spatzle, and God knows what else as they got further and further down the boot. With Ethan joining in, their inebriated brains had reasoned them into a second boot. Possibly a third. It had seem like a good idea at the time.

Do your ?BALLS stick out??
Can you ?waggle them about??
Can you ?flap them up and down?
As you ?fly around the town??
Can you ?shut them up for sure?
When you ?hear an awful bore??
Do your ?BALLS stick out??”

Michael was into his third verse; Kieran decided that it had probably been three boots.

And they had had a great time with Ethan, their twosome becoming an easy threesome. Ethan had flirted so shamelessly with both Michael and Kieran and both had flirted back so furiously, until it got more and more ridiculous, more camp, more queen, and made all three of them burst into riotous laughter.

The taxi finally pulled up. Michael had switched songs. biga escort “Seventh verse, same as the first,” he told the cab driver seriously as he stumbled across the seats across the back of the cab. Luckily, he’d lowered the volume: “I’m Henry the VII I am….” Kieran quietly gave the cabbie Michael’s address. Thankful that it at least wasn’t “Ninety-nine bottles of beer,” Kieran decided he needed to learn something obnoxious that he could use to embarrass Michael at some point in the future.

* * * *

Ethan climbed up the stairs that partitioned the old Victorian into apartments. His was the upstairs apartment, where he had a small bedroom, even smaller sitting room, and a kitchenette. It was quite a feat to get to the top after all Das Boots.

He grinned. He had gone out just to enjoy some good beer and some fun people watching and had unexpectedly ended up finding two friends instead. Two very hot friends. Kieran and Michael were great: funny, smart, intelligent. He couldn’t help the sniggers that were actually suppressed laughter, every time he thought of Michael’s song.

Tired, and not a little bit still drunk, he let himself just fall into bed as he was. Soon he was fast asleep and dreaming….

~ ~ ~ ~

He felt a hand sliding up his leg, slowly over the outside of the pants that he hadn’t bothered to take off before falling into bed. He looked down and saw Michael’s blue eyes capturing his. His cock hardened down the leg of his pants. Michael’s hand continued up his leg and when he reached his length he lightly drew his nails over it, the teasing making him harder and causing him to arch his back and moan.

As Ethan arched his back he realized there was someone behind him. Someone whose hard, naked chest was burning through his shirt. Someone who was biting a trail of kisses from his back, up his neck to that sensitive spot under his ear. Ethan looked back to find Kieran’s dark eyes almost black with passion. He watched him as he dragged his teeth down his neck to that sweet spot between Ethan’s shoulder and his neck, then Kieran bit down hard, leaving a perfect oval of the imprint of his teeth.

Fuck! Ethan swore. His back arched and hips and ass bucked against Kieran’s naked thighs, as his body rode the sweet edge of pleasure and pain.

From below, Michael growled, leather in his teeth. He had decided to undo Ethan’s belt and pants without using his hands, and Ethan’s movements were interrupting his progress.

Ethan focussed all his attentions on watching Michael and his mouth. Well, as much attention as he could with Kieran’s hot, hard body curled around him. Kieran ran his fingers over the flat ridges of Ethan’s stomach up to his lightly defined pecs until he found Ethan’s nipples. His nimble fingers ran circles over and around them, pinching them into hardness. He jerked Ethan’s shirt over his head roughly, and Kieran wrapped himself back against Ethan, flesh to flesh. Kieran ran his fingers up through the light covering of chest hair back up to continue playing with Ethan’s nipple, pinching, teasing, bornova escort making Ethan groan. Kieran’s mouth had continued to be busy. He licked and sucked and bit along Ethan’s neck and shoulder’s, making his way up to his ear. There he traced his tongue along the shell of his ear, following the contours around this sensual spot. Kieran slowly bit down on Ethan’s earlobe until he cried out. Satisfied at the noises and involuntary movements he had wrested from the smaller man, he kept his body against him as he looked down over his shoulder and the show Michael was putting on.

Michael had made quick work of Ethan’s belt, but waited until he had Ethan’s attention to continue further.

Ethan moaned, and was surprised when Kieran grabbed Ethan’s jaw, his hand controlling Ethan’s face, and wrested it back to Kieran’s mouth, eating down the helpless noises Ethan was making. Taking control of his mouth, Kieran worked his lips and tongue and teeth over Ethan’s mouth, claiming him, dominating him. Ethan could only let him, making noises he didn’t know he had in him. Suddenly, Kieran jerked Ethan’s mouth from his, his hand still gripping Ethan’s jaw. Ethan made small noises of desire, trying to reach back to Kieran’s mouth.

Kieran forced Ethan’s head to look down his body, where Michael was watching them from between Ethan’s legs. Michael’s blue eyes had turned midnight with passion and Ethan could feel his hot breath through his pants. teasing his hard cock. Kieran pressed his face against Ethan’s, still holding his head in place, and whispered, “Watch.”

Looking up at both of them, Michael slowly drew his tongue up over Ethan’s cock still trapped beneath his pants. Hearing Ethan moan, he did the same thing again, this time using his teeth to scrape across him with gentle pressure. With the extra stimulation, Ethan moaned, and might have tried to throw his head back, but Kieran’s firm hand forced him to continue watching. Moving up, Michael’s talented tongue had made short work of the button on Ethan’s pants and was slowly drawing the zipper down with his teeth. He worked the elastic of his boxers down over Ethan’s solid erection. Michael locked eyes with Ethan and ran his tongue around the swollen head of his cock, tasting and smearing the dripping pre-come around it.

Smirking, Michael took his time licking & nibbling Ethan’s cock as Ethan squirmed and made desperate noises. With an evil smile Michael took him into his mouth and began to slide Ethan’s not inconsiderable length into his mouth. Ethan felt the head of his cock hit the back of Michael’s throat. Ethan groaned as Michael used this stopping point to run over the head of Ethan’s cock again & again. When Michael finally, slowly, pulled his mouth off of him, he let spit trails connect him to Ethan’s cock. Again it was only Kieran’s fingers that kept Ethan from throwing his head back in ecstasy.

Using the thick spit he had gained as lube, Michael encircled his thumb and fingers around Ethan’s cock. Michael worked Ethan’s cock in and out of his mouth. He wasn’t taking him as deep anymore but the suction was incredible. As Michael moved up and down, his fingers followed, using a twisting motion that reached the entire length of Ethan’s cock. He had never felt anything like it. Mesmerized Ethan watched Michael, hands clenched in his hair, trying to hold back. He cried out – And sat straight up in bed.

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For two weeks Nile had been a madman. The normally stubborn yet peaceful lawyer was now a short-tempered pain in the ass. His secretary and even the Agents generally tried to avoid him. They did not know nor care what had brought on the change. They just wanted to stay the hell out of his way.

Nile sat alone in his office taking deep breaths as he found himself doing often lately. Struggling to clear his mind. There were moments when the deepest and most profound loneliness he could ever imagine threatened to swallow him whole and tears came to his eyes. That just pissed him off. Why should it be this important to him? The whole thing was ludicrous.

The more he thought about it the more it seemed like a dream. Like it was something made up that had never happened. But at the same time it was the only real thing that had ever happened to him. And that cold lonely realization threatened to tear his heart out by the roots.

“Will I see you again?” Nile asked, his heart stopping.

Arden gazed into Nile’s eyes. “As soon as possible.”

And he had been fool enough to believe it. Why? He had spent years building a wall around his heart. Entombing it away from the cruelties of love. He had perfected the art of the one night stand. No names. No questions. Just an orgasm, a thank you, and a goodbye. Things were simpler that way.

He had been unprepared for the vampire. The vampire had escaped from prison, appeared in his bedroom, and seduced him. In the madness of the moment he had made himself believe this was just another one night stand. And maybe that was what it was supposed to be. He barely knew this vampire at all. He only knew they had an intense physical desire for one another. But this was far different from the usual one night stand. Because this had been the most mind-blowing experience of Nile’s life. He had never known an orgasm so powerful and he had never felt so completely satisfied. Yet, the vampire left him wanting more. It was like he had tasted a powerful drug and was left struggling with an addiction. Craving his next fix. More.

But the vampire had disappeared. Nile had kept an eye on the Agency’s progress. There was no official record of Arden having been seen anywhere much less recaptured. This was a relief. But at the same time it reminded Nile of how well Arden would have to continue hiding. Perhaps Arden did want to see him but just couldn’t risk it yet. Or perhaps the vampire had never intended to come back. Maybe it had just been a one night stand.

But why go through the trouble? Why had the vampire come at all? Wasn’t the whole thing risky to begin with? Arden claimed to have wanted him after getting a taste of his blood. The vampire had drank a little from him after sex. But why go through so much trouble just for a snack and a lay? Why wouldn’t he have just escaped and gotten as far away from the Agency as possible?

This was ridiculous. It was interfering with his work, his life. He had to stop obsessing over Arden. He had to accept that it was a one time deal. Just an impulse. Just another one night stand.

Every day he had tried to convince himself of that. And sometimes, in the daylight, he could almost believe it. But it was when he was awakened at night by a slight noise that made his body tense, his heart pound, and his cock start swell with anticipation that he knew he couldn’t just forget it all. He had thought about finding someone to hook up with, but it was no use. He wanted no one else. Arden was the only man who had ever truly satisfied him and it seemed the only man he would ever desire again.

The sad reality was that the vampire had probably forgotten all about him. Maybe he was with another lover right now somewhere far away from here. Away from the searching eyes of the Agency. Maybe hidden deep in the bowels of the Community. Maybe he had been with several lovers. The thought stung his heart.

Why did he care so much about this vampire? And how long would it take for him to get back to normal?

The thoughts were constantly with him. If he was seeing a client or doing some other work the thoughts were still there churning away in the back of his mind.

He was glad when the end of the second week came. His dream job with its grand visions of social justice was a great disappointment. He remembered something Arden had said during his consultation.

“You don’t get it do you? You can’t help me. Do you think the Agents or any judge will take you seriously? You’re just a fucking token liberal. Someone to hire in order to make them look tolerant. But to keep on a tight leash,” Arden said.

It was becoming more and more obvious that this was true. And it sickened him. He had spent much money and several years of his life getting the education he needed for this job. His expectations had been way off. The world was a much crueler place than he realized. And his goal to change it just seemed silly. He felt like a child trying to build something from sand only to have the steady tide wash it back out to sea.

It was Friday night and he was damn bucak escort sick of being angry and alone. He made his way to a bar. He had come here a few times to meet one night stands, but not tonight. Tonight he was coming for the liquor. And the forced social interaction. Maybe he could find sanity at the bottom of a glass.

Hallie’s Comet was a classy gay bar that towered over the city on a penthouse floor. It was made of glass and bright colors. Sleek and stylish with a breath taking view. The music was nice, the drinks were nice, and it would soon be filled with plenty of eye candy. Nile got there early and sat at a small table by the window. He ordered the night’s drink special which was called a Super Nova. It came in a tall glass. It released a foggy smoke, had bubbles, and turned various colors. He had no idea what it was made of but it was strong and it was delicious and that was all that mattered. He was on his second one when the crowd began to trickle in.

He was feeling refreshed. It was doing him good to be in a relaxing public environment. The liquor was a big help too. He felt a smile come to his lips. Maybe this was all just temporary insanity. Maybe he could get past this. Maybe life wasn’t as fucked up as it seemed.

Then there was recognition. He wished there had been a moment of ignorance. Maybe it could have lasted long enough so that he simply would not have noticed. He then wished that the tall blond man across the room had not seen him. And while he was busy making wishes, he might as well wish that the man beside him didn’t look so fucking beautiful. It was too late. The gray eyes had met his, for the first time in a long time, and it was too late to avoid confrontation. The only polite thing to do was to pretend this wasn’t a heart-shattering insult added to injury. That this wasn’t a death blow to whatever brief moment of sanity he had found. Nile forced a smile and thought of all his wishes. Well, shit in one hand and wish in the other, he thought. See which one fills up.

The blond man was tall, broad shouldered, and had not changed at all. Except of course, for having the beautiful new prize at his side. Those familiar lips curled into a polite smile and the gray eyes failed at concealing their awkward surprise. The man beside him looked like an underwear model. They were both dressed in beautiful sleek suits. Then Nile noticed the rings and he struggled to keep his smile as his heart shattered inside.

“Nile,” Everett said, holding out his hand. “I don’t believe it!”

Nile shook his hand, thinking about how odd it was that two people who had once been so intimate were now greeting each other in an awkward handshake. “Good to see you too,” Nile lied. He wished he could disappear. He had a wild fleeting fantasy of diving through the glass wall beside him and just falling away into the city lights.

“How are you?” Everett asked, his gray eyes showing a genuine sweet concern.

“I’m great,” Nile said, lying with all his might and hoping it was believable.

The beautiful man shifted his weight and looked from Everett to Nile in an awkward glance.

“Nile, this is my husband Renaldo,” Everett said. Renaldo. A face to put to the name at last. This was the same man Everett had left Nile for. And why not? Renaldo was fucking breath taking. Even in his spite Nile could find nothing wrong with the man.

“Nice to meet you,” Renaldo said with a smile, trying to make it friendly. Nile commended his effort and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you as well,” Nile lied. “So…what brings you two here?”

“Just on a night out,” Everett said with a shrug. He absentmindedly brushed his hair back from his face in a gesture that was painfully familiar to Nile. Amazing the little things you could forget. Things that when confronted with brought back a flood of memories. Flowers on the balcony. Rose petals on white sheets. An open bottle of champagne. Secret smiles and stolen kisses.

“Care to join us? We’re supposed to meet some friends,” Everett said.

“I’d love to, but I’ve got to get going. I just came by here to kill some time. I have to go meet my fiance at St. Francis. About time for his shift to be ending. We’re going to dinner and a movie,” Nile said, making the story up in an instant. He must have told it well because Everett looked impressed.

“Oh…wow…so you’re getting married?” Everett said. “Congratulations, Nile.”

“Yeah,” Nile said, resurrecting all he had learned back in his days in the college drama club.

“What’s his name?” Everett asked.

“Arden,” Nile said without a second thought.

Everett nodded. “He works at the hospital?”

“Hematologist,” Nile said.

“Wow,” Everett said with an approving nod. “That’s…great. I…really hope he makes you happy, Nile. You deserve that.”

Nile kept up his smile. “He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Well, I wish you the best. It was really good seeing you,” Everett said.

Nile nodded. “You too. And nice meeting you…Renaldo.”

Renaldo bulancak escort gave a nod and tried not to look impatient. Nile privately commended him again for the effort.

“Well, I really need to go,” Nile said. “You two have a good night.”

“You too,” Everett said.

Nile walked out of the bar, went down the hall to the tiny white egg shaped elevator pod and thanked whatever God or gods there might be that no one else was in there with him. He looked out the round glass window and watched the city come up as he descended. Hot tears were streaming down his face.

As he stepped out of the building into the warm summer air he wiped his eyes and held his head down. One moment. One chance meeting and the dam he had spent years carefully constructing was bursting apart with a thousand memories.

The buzz of his liquor had worn off and that was a shame because he did not want to be sober. He was caught up in his thoughts, walking the way home. He had taken a cab to the bar, but he felt like walking now. He did not want the social interaction that was required of getting a cab. If he tried to give directions or small talk he might just vomit. He wanted to be alone.

The walk was just a few blocks, not too far. The streets were somewhat busy with the city’s nightlife, but not too cluttered. Enough for him to fall away unnoticed into the shadows. He rounded a corner to go through the alley that would lead him home. The shadows moved and they grabbed him from behind. His heart raced and adrenaline pumped through his body. He was getting mugged. He instinctively tried to fight off his attacker only to notice that his attacker was incredibly strong. He also noticed that whoever had him was not doing anything but holding him there. He was flailing and trying to fight, but there was no use. He was just wearing himself out. He stopped, breathing heavy, heart still pounding, and he tried to make sense of what the hell was going on.

“Done?” Arden whispered, shoving Nile against the wall.

Nile stared into the vampire’s blue eyes not believing that it was him. His heart felt like it was going to either stop or leap from his chest. He was still recovering from shock and could not speak. He was struggling to catch his breath.

Arden grinned and kissed him hard. He felt the vampire reach down and grope his crotch, caressing what he found. Nile relaxed, pinned between the vampire and the wall.

“Who the fuck was that?” Arden whispered. “Ex boyfriend?”

“You were in the bar?” Nile said.

“I’ve been following you all night,” Arden said, grinning, his fangs glinting even in the soft light. “So who was he?”

“Ex boyfriend,” Nile confirmed. “Used to be one of my professors in college.”

Arden raised a brow. “Ah. Interesting.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nile said.

“You told him you were marrying a hematologist named Arden?” the vampire said with a laugh. “I’m flattered.”

Nile blushed deep. “I…it was…”

“Shhh,” Arden said, putting a finger on Nile’s lips. “I’m flattered by your lie.” He removed his finger and gave Nile a nice long kiss.

“Where have you been?” Nile asked when their lips parted.

“In hiding,” Arden said.

“Isn’t this dangerous? Being out in the city?” Nile asked.

“I hide well,” Arden said. “And the Agency is looking for me in the wrong places. They have false leads. This isn’t my first time running from them.”

“I…thought you wouldn’t come back,” Nile said.

Arden smiled and kissed Nile softly. “I wanted to come sooner. But I needed to lay low. Make sure the Agency was off my back.” He kissed Nile’s neck. “Mmm…the sweet smell of your blood.”

“You…can have a taste…” Nile said.

“Oh?” Arden said, grinning to reveal his fangs. “Would you like me to have a taste of you, Nile?”

“Yes,” Nile said.

Arden leaned in and gave Nile a tiny bite, barely breaking the skin. Just enough for a brief sample. He licked his lips. “Turn around.”

Nile turned around and the vampire held him against the wall, his arms over Nile’s, forcing his palms against the wall as if he were being arrested. “What if someone comes?” Nile whispered.

“It’s a dark deserted alley,” Arden said. “Nobody will come. Nobody can see us from the street. The traffic drowns out our voices. And these buildings are daytime businesses. Nobody at either of them this late.”

Arden reached down and spread Nile’s leg’s apart. He reached around and unbuttoned Nile’s pants, then carefully unzipped them. He slid them down gently along with his underwear. He took both hands, caressing Nile’s exposed cheeks. “Mmmm…you have such a hot ass.”

Nile couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Thanks.”

The vampire leaned against him, kissing his neck from behind, taking another small sip of blood. “You taste so fucking good.” He unzipped his pants and rubbed his hard cock against Nile from behind. Nile slid his hand down the wall. The vampire grabbed it and shoved it back to where it had been. “What bulanık escort do you think you’re doing, Nile?”

“I…just wanted to stroke myself,” Nile said.

“No. You stay like you are,” Arden said. He slid his right hand off of Nile’s and reached around him, grabbing his hard cock for him. “You’re at my mercy. You keep your fucking hands up and your legs spread.”

Nile shuddered at the vampire’s words and his touch. He stayed in place, surrendering himself. “Yes, Sir,” he said.

The vampire stroked Nile’s erect cock with his right hand and held Arden’s hand against the wall with his left. He stroked him in a steady gentle rhythm. “You’ve got such a nice long cock. I don’t think I complimented you on it last time.”

“Mmmm,” Nile said, closing his eyes. “Yours is nice too.”

Arden stroked him a little harder. “Yeah? I’m glad you like it. Because I’m about to shove it in you.”

Nile’s eyes widened and he gasped as the vampire penetrated him. “Fuck!”

“I warned you,” Arden said. “And relax. I rubbed a little lube on before I caught you. If you just relax it’ll go easy.”

Nile took a deep breath and relaxed, leaning into Arden. The vampire was still stroking Arden as he pushed into him and settled into a sweet steady rhythm. Nile moaned, squirming beneath him, sliding his right hand down again only to have Arden let go of his cock and shove his hand back against the wall.

“What’d I fucking tell you?” Arden said. “Stay as you are.”

“It feels so good,” Nile whispered. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Keep your hand up there or I’ll have to stop stroking you,” Arden said, moving his own hand back down to grip Nile’s erection. “Don’t you like what I’m doing? Am I not doing it fast enough? Is that the problem? If you want me to go faster or slower you fucking tell me. You don’t fucking move.” Nile moaned as the vampire thrust hard into him.

“So fucking tell me what you want,” the vampire said.

“Stroke harder,” Nile said.

Arden complied. “Like that?”

“Oh God, exactly like that,” Nile whispered.

“See? Isn’t it nice to relax and let me take care of you?” Arden said.

“Oh yes,” Nile said.

“Any other requests?” Arden asked.

“Bite me again,” Nile said.

Arden kissed Nile’s neck again, pricking the skin and taking very small sips. He played at Nile’s skin with his tongue. As he was doing this he stroked Nile a little harder and thrust into him really deep. Nile gasped and cried out. Arden let go, licking up a few more drops of blood. “How am I doing?”

Nile’s moan and the way his body quivered was answer enough. Arden slowed down to a more gentle rhythm in his strokes and thrusts and then slowly increased intensity again.

“It was torture being away from you,” Arden whispered. “After last time…I’ve wanted this ever since.”

“Oh God, me too,” Nile whispered back.

Arden moved his lips to the back of Nile’s neck, kissing the sensitive place just below the hairline and teasing the skin with his tongue. Nile shuddered and tiny goosebumps appeared, raising the hair on back of his neck. He moved up and kissed the back of his head, enjoying the soft dark hair against his face. He moved back to the side of his neck and teased Nile’s ear with a soft nibble.

“That feels so good,” Nile said through a moan.

Arden smiled, slowing back into a gentle rhythm. “Anything I can do to make it better?”

“Mmm no, this is perfect,” Nile said. “Just don’t stop. Ever.”

Arden thrust into him hard, slow, and deep, stroking Nile’s cock harder as he did. Nile cried out. Arden smiled. “You like it when I do that?”

“Yes,” Nile said, breathless.

Arden gave him a few more slow deep strokes, kissing his neck and nibbling at his ear. Nile quivered. “You’re so fucking delicious,” Arden said. “Your perfect body and your sweet blood. You fucking drive me mad.”

“Oh God, Arden…” Nile whispered, leaning into his lover, losing himself as Arden settled back into a sweet gentle rhythm.

“That’s it,” Arden whispered. “Give in. I’ll give you everything you need.”

“You’re amazing,” Nile said in breathless whisper.

Arden chuckled and kissed Nile’s neck. “You like it when I take control?”

“Yes! Oh, oh, God, yes,” Nile said, closing his eyes as Arden kept thrust into him a little faster.

“You like giving yourself over to a strong, powerful vampire?” Arden said, thrusting harder.

“Fuuuck, yes!” Nile said.

“Naughty boy,” Arden said with a grin.

“Oh please,” Nile begged. “Please..”

“Please what?” Arden asked, kissing the back of Nile’s neck. “What do you want?”

“I need to come,” Nile whispered, his body shaking with desire.

“Relax,” Arden said. “I’m going to make you come very hard, are you ready?”

“Please, God, please,” Nile begged.

Arden increased the intensity of his strokes and thrust deep into him over and over again, simultaneously biting Nile’s neck and taking a slow drink of his blood. Nile was lost in ecstasy. The entire world consisted of him and Arden. Nothing else had ever existed. There was no before this and no after. He surrendered himself to pleasure, letting it build up and throw him over the edge. Nile’s entire body tensed and all at once went limp as he quivered. Hot white pleasure spilled into Arden’s hand. Nile was screaming.

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Ich bin Sabrina, eine 36jährige Lehrerin am Gymnasium, ich habe lange blonde Haare die ich meistens zu einem Pferdeschwanz zusammen binde, blaue Augen und bin wie man mir sagt bildhübsch, bei 1,65 wiege ich 52 kg, habe einen festen nicht zu großen Busen, eine Wespentaille, schlanke, wohlgeformte Beine und einen knackigen Po. Meine beiden 18jährigen Zwillingstöchter kommen im Aussehen sehr auf mich, sind jedoch 1,62 groß und wiegen 50kg. Vor 8 Jahren hatte ich meinen Mann durch einen Unfall verloren und seitdem wuchsen die beiden süßen Girls, Monika und Nicola, mit mir, ihrer allein erziehenden Mutter auf.

Es war Sommer und sehr heiß als die 18jährige Nicola durch die Fußgängerzone ging. Sie spürte die Sonne auf ihrer Haut wie sie auf den freien Stellen ihres Körpers, da wo die Haut nicht von ihren weißen Sporttop oder ihren langen blonden welligen Haaren geschützt wurde, wärmend manchmal fast brennend auf sie schien. Ihr kurzen schwarzer Mini ließ sehr viel ihrer äußerst wohlgeformten Beine sehen. Um diese Zeit waren immer sehr viele Leute unterwegs, dass war ihr in den Jahren in denen sie hier in dieser Kleinstadt zur Schule schnell aufgefallen. Hier war sie oft in Freistunden durch die Gassen der Innenstadt gegangen. Die vielen Leute waren ein Problem, denn sie war nur gut 1,60 groß, das machte es viel schwerer in die Schaufenster und Auslagen zu gucken. Da die Zeit aber sehr schnell verging machte sie sich auf den Rückweg.

„Ich muss ja noch zum Sportunterricht” dachte Sie als sie aufbrach.

Beim Weg zurück zur Schule ging sie direkt auf die Sonne zu. „ Gut das mir Jan die Pradersonnenbrille zum letzten Geburtstag geschenkt hat, das erspart mir in dieser Jahreszeit auch das tragen meiner Normalen “Sekretärinnenbrille”, die Brille muss Sau teuer gewesen sein aber Geld hat er ja dachte sie als sie die lange Strasse hinauf der Schule entgegen ging.

„Überhaupt Jan, wenn ich noch daran denke wie ich mich wegen dem berühmten „Ersten Mals” verrückt gemacht habe, es tat noch nicht einmal wirklich weh.” Liess sie ihre Gedanken schweifen. „Jan ist ungeheuer lieb und zärtlich aber wenn ich ganz ehrlich zu mir bin ist sein Ständer mir viel zu klein” Dachte sie weiter und musste über ihre Verwendung des Wortes Ständer zugleich erschreckken und schmunzeln.

Ihre Gedanken wurden abrupt unterbrochen als etwas entfernt auf der Strasse ein 3er BMW mit heulendem Motor nach Ende einer Rotphase hinter einer Ampel beschleunigte und dann mit quietschenden Reifen in einer Parkbucht neben dem Bürgersteig anhielt.

„Das können nur die Islis sein” Schoss es ihr durch den Kopf. ” Die waren Stadtbekannt.

Der älteste Bruder Hakan war bereits einmal im Jugendknast wegen Drogenhandels, Mohamet hatte auch bereits Probleme mit der Polizei und bei Kenan dem „Nesthäkchen” munkelte man das er auf der Hauptschule gegenüber prügelt und Schutzgeld erpresst.” Ihre Gedanken wurden bestätigt als die drei aus dem Auto ausstiegen. Sie trugen weite Hosen und bunte Fubu-Oberteile, dazu trug jeder eine monströse Goldkette. Aus der wahrscheinlich „Gott weis wie viel” Watt Anlage in dem BMW ertönte laute HipHop Musik.

„Gott wie Primitiv und Proletenhaft” dachte sie als sie langsam näher kam. Nach einer kurzen Zeit bemerkte sie aus den Augenwinkeln heraus, dass sie Türken aufmerksam auf sie wurden. Sie fingen an sie anzustarren und auf türkisch über sie zu reden. Das war nichts besonderes für sie Männer redeten öfter über sie und sahen ihr nach wenn sie vorbeiging. Manchmal störte es sie, wenn zum Beispiel ein fetter alter Kerl sie anstarrte, doch manchmal genoss sie es auch wenn Männer ihre Blicke über sie streifen ließen. Hier war es jedoch eine merkwürdige Situation die drei Türken waren sicherlich nicht ihr Niveau und wahrscheinlich auch gefährlich. Dennoch war es, vielleicht gerade deswegen, in Kombination damit das ihr durchaus auffiel, als sie einen Blick riskierte, das diese Kerle bei ihren Muskeln sicher oft ins Fitnessstudio gingen ebenso hat dieser dunkle Hautton seinen Reitz. Aus dem deutsch-türkischen Mischmasch in den die Brüder redeten erreichte nur ein „Würd gern mal ficken das blonde Bunny” von einem der Brüder ihre Ohren.

Als sie gerade an den drei vorbeigehen wollte sprach der älteste Hakan sie an. „Eh Schnecke, du bleib mal stehen” sagte er mit seinem starken türkischen Akzent. „Das musste ja passieren” dachte Nicola. Als Hakan dann fragte sach ma wie heißt du eigentlich ich hab dich hier schon oft gesehen” antwortete sie „ich bin Nicola, Wieso?” Da fing der Türke an zu grinsen und sagte „ich will eben so die konkret krassen Muschis in meinem Revier kennen”

Bei diesen Worten fingen seine zwei Brüder an laut zu lachen. Als er ihren verwirten Gesichtsausdruck bemerkte fuhr er fort „Ehhh mein ich voll ernst bist ne fett krasse Bombe” griff sich dabei in die Tasche und holte eine kegelförmige selbstgedrehte Zigarette heraus. Nicola antwortete immer noch verwirrt und schüchtern „Danke”. Hakan hatte sich währenddessen die Zigarette angezündet. casibom Der Geruch eine Mischung aus Süße und Katzenurin verriet das sich mehr als nur Tabak in ihr befand. Mit den Worten „Willst ma ziehen?„

Hielt er ihr den Joint hin. Sie wusste nicht wie sie reagieren sollte. „Ich hab das noch nie…” wollte sie zuerst sagen aber es keimte Neugier in ihr auf und kurz entschlossen nahm sie einen kräftigen Zug. Sie befiel sofort Schwindel und ein wenig Übelkeit. Im ersten Moment hustete Sie, genau als Hakan sie mit einem kräftigen Ruck Richtung Auto zerrte.

„Eh lass uns mal woanders Kiffen is hier gefährlich viel Bullen und so” sagte er als sie auf die Rücksitzbank des Dreiers schob. Hakan sagte etwas auf türkisch zu seinen Brüdern als er einem die Autoschlüssel zuwarf und sich neben sie auf die Hinterbank setzte. Er machte rasch die Tür zu und sagte „jetzt kriegst du mal nen echt krassen Headshoot verpasst”. Kurz darauf sog er wie verrückt an dem Joint. Während dessen setzten sich seine zwei jüngeren Brüder vorn ins Auto und führen los. Als Nicola sich so weit berappelt hatte und halt rufen wollte drückte Hakan ihr sein Mund auf den Ihren, öffnete ihre Lippen mit seiner Zunge wobei er seine Hand auf Nicolas Oberschenkel legte und blies den Rauch in sie hinein.

Im ersten Moment wollte sie schreien aber der Schrei erstickte unter Haschischqualm und Hakans Zunge die er jetzt tief in Ihren Halts schob. Es war ihr nicht klar ob es an dem Joint lag, aber bereits in der zweiten Sekunde danach fing sie an sich zu entspannen.

„Diese blöden scheiß Türken” Dachte sie, aber im selben Moment musste sie sich eingestehen dass, das Ganze ihr anfing zu Gefallen.

Zuerst langsam als ein leicht zu übersehendes Gefühl dann immer stärker bis es schließlich klar als Wolllust zu erkennen war. Die Hand Hakans bewegte sich jetzt höher öffnete den Knopf ihrer Jeans und bewegte sich sogleich abwärts um auch unter ihren Slip zu fahren und sich auf ihre Muschi zu zubewegen.

Da dachte sie es endlich in Worten „das macht mich ….Geil” schoss es ihr durch den Kopf und sie erschreckte sich einwenig selbst darüber.

Als ihr nun ihr eigenes empfinden klar wurde entspannte sie sich, ihr war ein bisschen schwindelig. Sie erwiderte den Kuss und griff Hakan ihrerseits in den Schritt und fing an sein Glied steif zu massieren.

„Eh die alte ist geknackt” „Die will jetzt gefickt werden, fahr uns irgendwo hin wo wir das blonde Bunny bearbeiten können” sagte Hakan zu seinen Brüdern. Die grinsten und gaben ihrem typischen Fahrstiel nach sofort kräftig Gas. Es dauerte nur ein paar Augenblicke bis das Auto wieder hielt.

Aus den Augenwinkeln erkannte sie dass sie auf irgendeinem Hinterhof waren. Die beiden die eben noch vorne im Auto saßen stiegen jetzt aus und öffneten die Hintertüren des BMWs. Hakan hatte sie die ganze Zeit mit seinem Körper auf der Rücksitzbank des Wagens gehalten und ihr heftige verlangende Zungenküsse gegeben dabei hatte er Sie die ganze Zeit mit der rechten Hand durch ihren Slip hindurch zwischen den Beinen gestreichelt. Als die beiden die Türen öffneten beendete Hakan den Zungenkuss und erhob seinen Oberkörper. Hinter sich wo einer der Brüder stehen muss hörte sie nur ein ratschendes Geräusch das wohl anzeigen muss das er sich die Hose öffnete. Hakan sagte „jetzt machen ich die kleine Schlampe mal fickfertig” griff sich in die Hosentasche und holte ein Springmesser heraus.

Nicole wollte aufschreien aber Mohamet der hinter ihr stand stopfte sein schon stark erigiertes Glied in ihren noch von Hakans Zunge nach Luft schnappenden Mund. Ein schnappendes Geräusch zeige an das Hakan sein Messer geöffnet hatte. Sie spürte sogleich dass er begann ihren Mini zu zerschneiden. Es dauerte eine Weile bis sie sich von dem ersten Schock erholt hatte doch als es sobald war bemerkte sie sogleich die Größe des türkischen Gliedes der da in regelmäßigen Schüben in ihren Mund gestoßen wurde. Er war bedeutend größer als der von Jan und auch dicker. Es fühlte sich gut an ihn zu lutschen. Er war von außen weich aber auch Hart wie eine Faust es fühlte sich geil an mit der Zunge an ihm entlang zu fahren. Sie bemühte sich ihm möglichst tief zu schlucken. Hakan hatte mittlerweile seine „Arbeit” beendet und versuchte seinen Bruder mit den Worten „Eh jetzt lass mich, Alter ich hab die ja auch zuerst gesehen”. Daraufhin lies sein Bruder von ihr ab. So konnte sich Nicola wieder zu Hakan umdrehen. Sie sah jetzt wie er seine Hose auf den Vordersitz warf und seinen Slip nach unten zog. Bei dem was sie nun zusehen bekam stockte ihr der Atem, sie hatte noch nie einen Kerl mit einem solchen Glied gesehen. Unmöglich zu sagen wie groß er genau war aber sicher mehr als 20cm vielleicht auch 25cm.

Er war bereits voll erigiert als Hakan nun ihre Beine auseinander schob und seine großen türkischen Schwanz in Richtung ihrer Muschi schob. Sie hatte sich ihre Muschi fast vollständig rasiert, nur einen kleinen Rest ihres auch im Casibom slot oyunları Intimbereich Blonden Haares hatte sie über dem Kitzler Stehen lassen.

Einer der anderen positionierte sich direkt hinter ihr und ergriff ihre mit beiden Händen ihre Brüste wobei er mit dem Kleinen- bis Zeigefinger unterhalb ihrer Hartgewordenen Brustwarzen zupackte so das er mit dem Daumen ihre Brustwarze massieren konnte. Sein steifer Schwans schob sich dabei an ihrem Gesicht vorbei so dass es ihr gelang mit ihrer Zunge seine Eichel zu lecken.

So sah sie wie der Türke sein Glied mit dem bräunlichen Hautton unter ihrem blonden Schamhaar und dem Kitzler langsam zwischen ihren Schamlippen hindurch in ihre deutsche Muschi schob. So ein Gefühl hatte Nicola bis jetzt noch nie erlebt, zuerst war es einfach nur erregend, dann als Hakan seine Eichel vollständig in ihr hatte und noch tiefer in Nicola eindrang dehnte er ihre kleine und eng gebaute Vagina. Nicola war wie von Sinnen, es war eine Mischung aus Geilheit und Schmerz als er immer tiefer in sie eindrang. „Wie ein zweites mal entjungfert werden nur viel geiler” schoss es ihr durch den Kopf. Als Hakan seinen Ständer etwa zur Hälfte langsam in sie eingeführt hatte stoppte er kurz, aber nur um mit einem heftigen Ruck seinen Penis ganz in sie hineinzustoßen. Nicola schrie. Wurde aber wieder dadurch zur Ruhe gebracht, dass Mohamet seinen Schwanz wieder tief in ihren Mund drückte.

Es war getan. Hakan hatte sein enormes Glied ganz in sie hineingestoßen. Hakan grinste, drehte sein Kopf zu dem hinter ihm stehende Bruder Kenan um und sagte mit seim türkischen Akzent „Alter was hab ich dir gesagt deutsche Gymnasiasten Schlampen sind die besten die sind auch dehnbar.” Er ergriff nun sehr fest ihre Oberschenkel und fing sogleich an seinen Prügel vor und zurück zu Bewegen. Manchmal zog er ihn auch ganz heraus um ihn dann wieder komplett in ihr zu versenken. Nicola begann währenddessen mit einer Hand Mohamets große Eier sanft zu streicheln, wobei sie gleichzeitig den Schwanz des Türken tief in ihrem Rachen spürte. Hakan fing nun an Nicola immer schneller zu ficken, Mohamet tat es ihm gleich und stieß tief und hart bis in ihre Speiseröhre. Die kleine Blondine lag zwischen den beiden Türken die ihre großen Schwänze in ihre Muschi und ihren Mund stießen. Nicola war im totalen Sinnesrausch, etwas so geiles hatte sie noch nie erlebt, kein vergleich mit Jan, der hatte sie zwar zum Orgasmus gebracht aber die Riesenschwänze der beiden Türken machten sie so richtig geil. Als Hakan sein großes pochendes Glied immer stärker in sie hineinhämmerte fragte er sie mit seinem türkischen Akzent: Na du kleine Gymnasiastenschlampe du willst es doch oder, ehhh alte Türken ficken besser. Durch den Ansturm der Geilheit in ihr und durch Mohamets Ständer in ihrem Mund brachte Nicola nur ein schwerverständliches Jaaahhhhr heraus.

Genau in diesem Moment kam Hakan mit einem lauten stöhnen. Sie spürte wie der heiße Saft des Türken, der seinen Ständer so weit es ging in Sie stieß, tief in sie hineingelangte. Es war viel mehr als sie je bei Jan erlebt hatte. Mit einem lauten Schmatzen zog Hakan sein Glied wieder aus Nicola heraus. Ahhr deutsche Schlampe sind geil eng die könnte ich den ganzen Tag ficken, sagte er nach dem er wieder zu Atem gekommen war. Dabei lief ein wenig seines Spermas wieder aus ihr heraus und benetzte ihre blonden Schamhaare. Dann sagte er im Befehlston zu Nicola: jetzt dreh dich um, mein kleiner Bruder hat noch was mit dir vor. Nicola folgte dem „Befehl” ohne jeden Widerstand und drehte sich auf den Bauch. Mohamet griff nun mit seinen Händen ihren Kopf, wobei sein Goldring ihr in die Wangen drückten, und schob seinen pochenden Prügel wieder in ihren Mund. Mit dem Nachdruck seiner beiden Hände musste sie nun Mohamets Glied noch tiefer Schlucken. Das war zwar ungewohnt für sie aber fühlte sich geil an. Dann fühlte sie zwei Hände die zuerst ihren Arsch streichelten und dann ihre Hüften packten. Zuerst dachte sie das Hakan sie jetzt von Hinten ficken wollte. Jedoch bemerkte sie aus dem Augenwinkel wie Hakan neben der Szenerie stand und mit seinem Photohandy das ganze photographierte.

Das hinter ihr musste Kenan sein, reifte in ihr die Erkenntnis. Sie erschrak als der jedoch die Spitze seines wohl in Größe dem Hakans kaum nachstehenden Gliedes nicht an ihrer Pussy ansetzte sondern anfing in ihr Arschloch einzudringen. Es war ein seltsames Gefühl als Kenan seinen Prügel in ihren After einführte. Sie spürte einen leichten Schmerz der aber durch die in ihr brodelnde Geilheit in ihr zur Bedeutungslosigkeit verkam, auch wenn die Lusttropfen des Türken kaum den Weg seines Schwanzes in die Blondine hinein vereinfachten.

Nicole schrie erneut gurgelnd, durch Mohamets Schwanz geknebelt, als Kenan seine großen dunklen Ständer am Schluss schnell und heftig in sie hineinstieß. Das war eine völlig neue Erfahrung führ sie. Bis jetzt hatte sie gedacht, dass Analsex nur etwas führ Casibom hakkında Schwule ist aber der dicke Prügel des Türken in ihrem Arsch machte sie richtig geil und das auf eine Art die ihr vorher unbekannt war. Kenan fickte sie nun immer stärker. Nicola spürte die Bewegungen noch heftiger als in ihrer Pussy, bockte ihm vor lauter Geilheit entgegen und bereits nach dem Kenan ein Paar mal seinen Schwanz heftig in sie hineingestoßen hatte spürte Nicola die Wogen eines heftigen Orgasmus in ihr herannahen. Unmöglich zu sagen wo in ihr, ob in ihrer Pussy oder in ihrem Arsch, ergriff die heiße Welle der Geilheit total Besitz von ihr, und sie kreischte ihre Geilheit laut hinaus. Von den heftigen Kontraktionen, die ihre Körper durchliefen, angespornt kam Kenan bereits kurz nach ihr und lud seine Ladung heißen Spermas in den Arsch der Blondine ab. Nach dem er vollständig abgespritzt hatte zog Kenan sein Glied aus Nicola heraus. Ein Teil seines Samens lief wieder aus ihr heraus und vereinigte sich beim runterlaufen mit dem Sperma Hakans der bereits in ihre Muschi entladen hatte. Nun konnte sich Nicola voll auf Mohamet konzentrieren und ergriff mit einer Hand den Schaft von Mohamets Schwanz, mit der anderen begann sie seinen Hodensack zu streicheln. Dieser Stimulation konnte auch er nicht lange standhalten und Nicola gab das zucken seines Gliedes zu verstehen das er bald kommen würde. Entgegen ihrer Gewohnheit nahm sie den Penis nicht aus dem Mund sondern schluckte ihn besonders tief.

Dem kräftigen saugen Nicolas widerstand auch Mohamet nicht lange und spitzte sein Sperma in ihren Mund. Nicola geil wie noch nie schluckte den herben Saft des Türken zur Gänze.

Nun blieb Nicola liegen. Entkräftet und ermattet lag sie zwischen den Türken, die ihrerseits geschafft schwer atmend zusammensanken.

Nach einer Weile sagte Hakan: „Seht ihr Deutsche seid die besten Schlampen, wenn man die rum hat. Die is auch viel enger als meine Nazan.”

Nicola brachte daraufhin, immer noch unter stöhnen, heraus: „ das war der geilste Fick meines Lebens”

Sie unterhielten sich noch eine Weile. Hakan gab ihr den schwarzen Leder-Mini seiner Freundin als Ersatz für ihre zerschnittene.

Als Nicola zurück zur Schule ging sah sie auf ihre Uhr, der Sportunterricht war bereits vorbei.

Sie fühlte immer noch den heißen Saft der Türken in ihrem Arsch und in ihrer Muschi.

Aber am geilsten war der Geschmack des Spermas der immer noch in ihrem Mund vorherrschte. Merkwürdiger weise hatte sie immer den Geschmack von Jans kleinem Schwanz verabscheut.

Nicola bog nun um die Ecke vor der Sporthalle wo der Parkplatz war und sah Jan der nun schon auf sie wartete. Bei seinem Anblick versuchte Nicola ihr Grinsen zu unterdrücken.

Jan bemerkte sie sofort und Sagte: „Na mein liebes du hat dir aber einen sexy Minirock geholt” Sie küssten sich und Nicola benetzte Jans Lippen mit dem Sperma des Türken, der noch vor wenigen Minuten in ihren Mund entladen hatte. Nicola war überrascht wie dass die gerade in ihr erloschen Geilheit wieder entfachte. Sie berührte den Zettel mit Hakans Handynummer in ihrer Tasche und war sich sicher dass sie ihr Anrufen wird.

Nicolas Zwillingsschwester Monika überraschte Nicola als die mit Hakan telefonierte und ein Treffen mit ihm abmachte. Und Monika konnte penetrant sein und wollte unbedingt dabei sein, ohne zu wissen um was es ging. Im Stillen lachte Nicola, denn Monika war viel prüder als sie selber. Und so stimmte sie nach einer kleinen Streiterei schließlich großherzig zu dass Monika mitkommen dürfe. Sie konnte ihrer „kleinen” Schwester eben doch nichts abschlagen. Sie hänselte Monika immer als kleine Schwester weil sie 15 Minuten später auf die Welt gekommen war.

Mit dem Taxi fuhren dann die beiden kleinen Schönheiten an diesem Freitagabend zu der von Hakan angegebenen Adresse; sie hatten beide kurze schwarze Faltenminis an, bauchfreie weiße T-Shirts und darunter weiße Strings und sie trugen weiße Pumps. Monika wurde immer stiller, je näher sie ihrem Ziel kamen, wurde die Gegend ihr doch immer unheimlicher. Auch Nicola war es nicht ganz geheuer, doch wollte sie es sich ihrer kleinen Schwester gegenüber nicht anmerken lassen.

Als das Taxi hielt standen sie vor einem Haus dass eher aussah wie eine Fabrikhalle. Doch ein Schild über der Türe wies die Adresse als eindeutig richtig aus, es war die von Hakan genannte Bar. Die Schwestern sahen sich an und waren sich einig, bloß schnell rein in die Bar. Doch dort prallten sie wie gegen eine Wand. Vor lauter Rauch sahen sie erst mal nichts, dann wurde es etwas klarer und Nicola sah die Islibrüder an der Bar, als sie dann darauf zusteuerte sah Monika sie irritiert an und dachte das erste Mal daran dass sie dieses Mal wohl doch besser nicht so hartnäckig gewesen wäre um mit zu kommen, doch nun war es zu spät.

Die Türken glaubten auch ihren Augen kaum, sahen sie doch da plötzlich Nicola doppelt auf sie zukommen, sie sahen erst zu ihren Haschzigaretten, dann zu ihren Drinks, doch dann wurde ihnen plötzlich klar dass es tatsächlich zwei süße Blondinen waren, die da auf sie zukamen. Monika blitzte Nicola wütend an. Nicola lächelte hintergründig. Sie fiel Hakan um den Hals, der sie direkt küsste, seine Zunge in ihren Mund schob und die Hände unter Nicolas Röckchen geschoben hatte und ihren Arsch knetete.

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On becoming sexually active at the late age of eighteen peeing became a great pleasure. Even when it was not directly linked to sex I loved to fill my bladder and keep it full for as long as long as possible. The release of pressure was often done gradually as I teased myself. Over time a full bladder did start to arouse me sexually.

Inevitably my first orgasm was reached with a full bladder and my hand between my legs. I don’t know whether all females, or males for that matter, remember their first orgasm as clearly as I do. I had been asked out on my first date with the boy I had fancied for months. It wasn’t my first date with any boy but it was the first with Brad. I was excited about him, excited by the date and excited when he slipped his cold hand into my bra. My nipple was rock-hard instantly and I held my breath as he tortured it beautifully. Nobody other than me had touched my nipples and it felt frighteningly exciting.

I had been a late developer with my boobs not growing until years after some of my lucky friends. Lack of boobs meant very little interest from the boys, well at least the boys I fancied. My nipples had always been very large with almost no areola. They looked huge on my flat chest a combination that upset me. Boarding at an exclusive all girls school in the middle of nowhere we rarely met boys and those we did seemed attracted to one thing, huge tits as they called them.

When my boobs suddenly grew to an almost acceptable size my confidence grew along with the boys’ interest. It was the summer before going to University – Brad was lovely and I thought I was in love. My girlfriends bragged about what they had done with their boyfriends but I was skeptical about most of their stories. Skeptical or not I felt I was missing out. Was it possible that my friends were being fucked to orgasms that were so wonderful they nearly passed out due to the pleasure, I thought not! Other girls said they thought that they had had orgasms but were not sure. Looking back now aged 25 they had clearly not had one but I didn’t suspect that then.

Back to Brad I had no idea how to ensure that my first date with him would turn physical, sexual, but I was determined to try. I knew he had gone out with a couple of my friends but he did not seem to be pushy or brag about what he had done with them. This was reasonably unusual in my limited experience of the local boys. We were both 18 but were naïve in the extreme. Looking back now it seems like a wonderful naivety but at the time it was scary but in an excited kind of way.

Our date was a trip to see a film, a movie. We caught a bus to get there but his older brother agreed to pick us up and bring me home after it. Yes my mum had even insisted that I was brought back to the door and this was the only way it could be arranged. During the film Brad was far too much of a gentleman to do what I was hoping he would. I was very close to making a move to either put his hand on my body or find his with mine. I am not sure whether I was too scared to make a move or whether I was afraid to appear too forward. We got no further than holding hands until we were waiting outside for his brother. We were in a darkish area and I knew I wanted something to happen. I looked him in the eye and gave him a gentle but passionate kiss on the lips. When I pulled away he gave me a lovely smile, took hold of my head in both his hands and returned the favor beautifully. We were still fully engrossed in kissing each other when his brother coughed politely before laughing at us. He asked us about the film before saying that he hoped we had not really taken much notice of it.

When we got to the car his brother opened the back door for me. Brad went to get in the passengers door before his brother told him to “get a grip” and get in the back with me. We were soon kissing again as his brother drove off. As he did so he looked in the mirror smiled and turned the mirror so he could not see the back seats or anything on the road behind us. Somehow it seemed very natural when between us we managed to maneuver so that his cold hand was not only under my tee shirt but also under my bra. It felt a little like his hands were connected to mains electrics. It also felt like my nipples were connected to my pussy. I thought for a split second that I was going to pee. The fizzy drinks I had drunk during the film suddenly sat very heavy in my bladder (why do cinemas always serve huge drinks?). I wanted to say something but carrying on kissing seemed far more important at the time.

My body was fighting so many different sensations. I was delighted that Brad seemed every bit as much into me as I was into him. I was, for the first time, delighted to have a huge nipple that could be so easily excited so perfectly. I was delighted, but also very scared, that my full bladder seemed ready to burst. When we pulled into the drive of my house I was gutted. I straightened myself up and gave Brad a last kiss before thanking his brother. He gorukle escort didn’t need to move the mirror that was now perfectly positioned for us to make eye contact. Brad and I had already arranged to meet the following week. As I climbed out of the car I noticed the curtains in the lounge twitch. Standing up was a little uncomfortable as my bladder was now threatening to fail me. This was not a completely new experience but I had not been this uncomfortable in public before.

When I managed to stagger into the house my mum greeted me as if I was returning from a six-month world tour. She enquired why I was looking so flushed and whether Brad had behaved himself. I wanted to explode at her but was afraid that this would slow down me getting to relieve the acute pressure in my bladder. I said he had been the perfect gentleman and my flushed state was because the car had been very warm. She clearly wanted to grill me about the evening but did allow me to go up to my bathroom upstairs without further questions. As I started to drop my panties I was sure that I would lose control but when my bottom hit the seat things eased just a little. The extreme pressure in my bladder was just as strong but I now I could welcome it, as the worse that could happen would be I peed. I had been in this position many times in the past. I would play with my pussy until the need to pee became too strong and the pee would explode with a force that was both exhausting but also stimulating. On these occasions I would feel elated but tired after emptying my bladder, which could take minutes before every last drop was gone.

On this occasion there was something a little extra. I could still feel Brad’s fingers on my nipple. When my fingers found my pussy it was not moist as usual but dripping. It was dripping, but I knew it was not pee. My clit was feeling more bloated than usual and extremely sensitive. With one hand refusing to leave my clit my other hand struggled to uncover the nipple that had been so excited earlier. I did not undo or remove any item of clothing as I was in far too much of a rush. My tee shirt was soon around my neck on one side and my bra was partly removed to allow me to get hold of my huge excited rubbery nipple. Brad had not been particularly gentle with it earlier but now I was positively demented as I rolled and squeezed it between a thumb and finger. The image in my head was Brad doing this to me. I had to work much harder to create the image that it was Brad’s fingers playing with my clit. Once the image was set in my mind everything changed. In the past when I got to the point where I knew I was going to pee I would stop rubbing my clit and sit back push the pee out with great force. Now it was not me rubbing my clit, not me refusing to stop the rubbing, when my body finally capitulated it was Brad. He told me I could pee if I needed to but he was going to masturbate me while I did so.

The next five minutes plus were some of the most memorable of my 25-year life to date. My bladder refused to relax enough to pee. I pushed hard to force the pee out but this only hurt more. My fingers, or in my head Brad’s, took control: my clit went into spasm, my bladder went into spasm and my whole body went into spasm. Colors flashed in front of my eyes. Red, orange and yellow stars appeared but I was not sure whether my eyes were open or closed. Still no pee. The orgasmic spasms got stronger and I believed the friends I had doubted about cumming until they thought they would die. Finally I pushed again and I peed so hard it sprayed everywhere. It lasted a few seconds before my bladder closed again and spasms took control. Again I managed to force a long squirt of pee from my aching bladder before the spasms resumed. Fewer spasms this time before I was able to pee again. This cycle was repeated at least half a dozen times. The spasms of pure sexual energy were fewer each time and the peeing was longer and less powerful. It lasted at least five minutes but it might have been closer to ten. I was so exhausted I slid off the toilet and curled up on the bathmat my clothes still in total disarray. I must have dozed off as about half an hour later I woke up cold and stiff. I managed to make it to bed but slept until morning without removing any of my clothing. That orgasm changed my life. Peeing had always been a great joy to me, now peeing and orgasms were linked in a way I was desperate to explore further.

After our first date it seemed a very long wait until our second. I was desperate to turn my fantasy of him bringing me to orgasm using his fingers into reality. That summer mum met a new man who whisked her away on a world cruise. It was fantastic suddenly I was completely freed up. I still fancied Brad but decided that this summer was going to be too good to waste if we couldn’t move things forward quickly. I decided to take the bull by the horns during our second date. We met in a pub for a drink, which gave me a chance to try bursa görükle escort and explain myself a little. I told him that I had enjoyed the kissing and that what had happened in the car had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. I asked him if he wanted to enjoy so much more with me.

Brad and I never lost our virginity together but I taught him to masturbate me while I had a full bladder. He brought me to beautiful orgasms even before I eventually broke down and let him not only give me orgasms but experience me peeing as I did so. I regret parting company with Brad as after that summer we went to Universities that were at different ends of the country. Don’t feel too sorry for Brad I developed a love of giving him head. He even developed a love of peeing while I played with his near erect cock. Looking back my obsession with peeing, as part of sexual activity was probably the main reason why we never actually fucked each other. I had developed a very strong pee fetish.

My virginity did not survive long at Uni. I wish I could record that my deflowering was the most wonderful experience of my life. It wasn’t. The new students were all very excited and nervous to be living away from home at Uni and particularly the boys were keen to get laid. I didn’t try and act as if I knew everything about sex as some of the girls did (possibly justifiably). My nervous naïve excitement did attract a couple of the second year boys who were delighted to suss out the often innocent naïve talent of the new girls. It was Andy who spent just enough time trying to get into my pants. I am sure that he was close to cutting his losses and looking for lowering hanging fruit when I decided that he was sufficiently hot to help me rid myself of my unwanted virginity. I am sure this was not how I saw it back then but that is how I see it on reflection.

Andy was considered amongst my growing group of female friends as a bit of a stud, a bit of a catch. Even if he was never going to promise me everlasting love sleeping with him was going to do my social status no harm at all. I will not take many lines to describe our three “dates” or more accurately the three times we had sex together. He was far from an unskilled lover and he did try at least to make things good for me. Looking back the foreplay clearly didn’t really float his boat but he performed it with some care. Fortunately he didn’t have a large cock and when he did take my cherry he did know enough to add plenty of lube from a tube to add to my considerable natural lubrication. He was delighted to confirm that he was my first but did give me time to recover from the considerable discomfort before fucking me firmly. I did get very sexually aroused by the experience but was never in danger of having an orgasm. He seemed happy after exploding after a few minutes that we enjoyed in two different positions. He was keen to hear that I had enjoyed it and that I was interested in a repeat performance. I confirmed what I knew he wanted to hear. The other two sessions were not too different but without the initial pain. My only regret was that I did not tell him how he could have made it so much better for me. It was a lesson well learned by me and not often repeated.

Fortunately we were able to split reasonably amicably as we both agreed things had run their course. I knew I had to find someone who I could share at least some of my fetish with. I did have a very lucky break on this front. A large group of us were drinking heavily in the bar late one evening. The conversation turned to things that people found a sexual turn on. It was one of the boys/men that said that if his bladder became too full he would get a very stiff erection and be unable to pee. This would lead to his bladder going into spasm. I was desperate to jump into the conversation but just managed to hold my tongue before one of the girls said.

“Oh you are just the man that I am looking for. One with an erection that will just not go down.”

This caused much laughter but I was keen to ensure the conversation stayed on this topic as long as possible. I asked the boy how he resolved the problem and his obvious answer was that he masturbates to orgasm and then the bladder relaxes more easily. I wanted to admit my own interest in full bladders and peeing but threw out a question instead,

“Do any of you girls get aroused when your bladder is full?”

There was a few seconds silence before one of the quieter girls said,

“Yes I do. I thought I was kind of a bit weird but maybe not.”

There were a couple of the other girls who comforted her saying that there was nothing weird about it. They didn’t actually go as far as admitting that they found it arousing but it was clear they did. I don’t have many regrets in life but one is that I never shared my fetish with another female (actively that is). I don’t have any bi-tendencies but I have often wondered whether I would have enjoyed sharing my fetish with another female. I have no regrets that I have shared my fetish with many males on many occasions.

The discussion rumbled on for some minutes. Finally I expressed my interest in both experiencing a male who enjoyed a full bladder and having a male enjoy me while I had a full bladder. I did not reveal how deep my interest was however. This certainly caught the attention of the boys who suddenly seemed to be desperate to offer their services in either of my expressed interests. I made a mental note of two who seemed to have some actual interest in the matter rather than the simple interest of getting into my pants. I would have loved to simply drink up until my bladder was full and taken one of the two of them to bed to explore my fetish. It was not to happen.

One of the two boys I had observed as clearly aroused by the idea of full bladders and peeing was Hans. He was strongly built, good looking but very quiet. I could not imagine him plucking up the courage to chat up a girl but that was no worry to me. He was in a small group that met once a week with one of our tutors. It was easy to pull him to one side.

“You seemed very interested, even aroused, by the conversation in the bar the other night. Am I mistaken? If I am I apologize, if I am not then I plan to have a full bladder tonight at about nine o’clock. My room is B156 I would like it if you joined me, with a full bladder of course.”

I could see he was just a little worried I was in some way setting him up. I tried to allay his concern by confirming my interest was longstanding and profound. He clearly believed me. The rest of my day was worrying exciting and frustrating. Had I misread Hans or my ability to share my fetish with anyone else, particularly a near stranger. I turned down offers to join friends for the evening and my nervousness grew, as did my bladder. On the dot of nine there was a quiet knock on the door and Hans took a nervous look round the room before accepting my offer to enter. He had four beers in his hand and a large bottle of water. His first words did establish what we both knew and that was this was not going to be conventional sex.

“I find I can enjoy a bladder full of water far more than one full of beer. I brought the beers just in case you find the opposite.”

We had absolutely agreed to explore our jointly held interest in full bladder peeing. I agreed the beers could be put to the side. I invited him to feel my already large but not yet uncomfortable bladder by placing his hand over it through my clothes. He reciprocated and I guessed his was already getting towards the uncomfortable point. I suggested that I would find it better if we were lying down and that I would be more comfortable naked. I have never undressed in front of a man in a less erotic way. I had unnecessarily dressed as sexily as I could but this was irrelevant as all our clothes were soon discarded.

We did briefly stand and admire each other’s bodies. His was strong and well toned with a cock that to my inexperience eye was slightly on the small size. It was however already rock-hard. He appeared very appreciative of my body that showed its own excitement in the form of erect nipples and a very wet pussy.

Before we moved to lie down on the bed he offered me his bottle of water in such a way as he might have offered me a dildo. I kept eye contact with him as I downed at least half a pint. As I offered it back to him I tried to challenge him to drink even more. I couldn’t resist covering his cock with my hand and gently pushing it against his bladder as he slowly drunk at least a pint of water. His eyes expressed the excitement and delight that he had found a kindred spirit. We agreed that in a prone position we could comfortably enjoy a much fuller bladder than when standing. When we were lying down he offered me the replenished bottle having positioned his hand so that his palm covered my expanded bladder while his fingers reached my clit. I didn’t drink until his fingers spread my juices around my swollen clit. He smiled at this little game. I knew I could not drink too much more but made a show of what I did drink before offering him back the bottle. He held my gaze without drinking anything until I flattened my hand against his cock with my fingers reaching down to his almost hairless balls. These I tickled as he drunk slowly but surely. His erection had been rock hard throughout but now the head was turning a lovely shade of purple.

My bladder was now screaming at me. I told Hans that I didn’t want to drink any more but wanted to enjoy the fullness of my bladder while being played with. I asked him whether he would prefer to watch me play with myself or whether he wanted to play with me. His answer was to settle down next to me with his left hand covering my bladder and his fingers just a little lower than previously. The tips of his fingers now played between the wet swollen lips, my clit was in contact with his fingers and his hand applied gentle circles to my rock hard bladder. I was in heaven. I was able to copy many aspects of what he was doing using my finger tips under his balls, my fingers on his balls and my hand rolling his erection across his bladder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Oral Friends Four – The Surprise

The week after the big fishing trip was moving slowly for me. I found myself missing the companionship that the three of us had shared at the cabin. To be honest I was also missing the sexual excitement I had enjoyed too. I suppose it was the ability to do anything I wanted, within reason, and have it accepted enthusiastically that I really missed. The cabin was almost a fantasyland in itself and real life didn’t quite compare.

Thursday night I was just sitting down to watch the news, dinner having just been eaten, when my cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Phil!”

“Rich, it’s good to hear from you! You haven’t been by lately, what’s up?”

“I’ve been really busy at work, some late nights that finally ended today. I’m glad things have settled down. Hey, can you talk or is Marilyn around?”

“No, she’s in the kitchen, I can talk.”

“Rod called tonight, I just got off with him. He wanted me to tell you again how much he enjoyed the weekend.”

“I did too, tell him I said so.” I paused before I asked the question that I’d been wondering about all week. “Hey, how did his wife react to his ‘new look’?”

“That’s mainly what he called about. He said that he got home before Diane, as he expected. He stripped off his clothes and threw everything in to wash before he hit the shower. He shaved himself again so he’d be smooth and to support his story.”

“His story?” I interrupted.

“Yeah, I’m getting to that. Anyway, Diane and the kids got home about an hour later. He said that after a weekend with the boys she looked really good to him. He suggested that they put the kids down and hit their bed early. She agreed and after giving the kids their baths she put them to bed and joined him in their room.

“She told him she wanted to wash up then she picked up her sexiest nightie and closed the bathroom door. Rod stripped naked, pulled the sheets down and waited. Diane came out a few minutes later and she looked good, according to Rod. As she approached the bed she finally noticed that his pubic hair was gone.

“She asked him why he had done it after all these years of her asking and he told her that he had seen us when we were on the boat and he’d asked why we shaved our balls. Diane interrupted him saying that she didn’t know her brother shaved his balls. He told her that we had extolled the virtues of shaven balls and he’d decided to surprise her. As he was shaving himself he said he got the idea to remove it all, hoping she’d like it but it was no big deal as it would grow back if she didn’t.”

“What did she say, did she like it?” I asked.

“According to Rod she loved it. She’d been after him to trim himself for years so this was a dream come true for her. She made him promise that he’d keep himself shaved like that from now on. The sonofabitch actually had the gall to fake thinking about it before he agreed! He said she attacked his cock like she hadn’t in years. He said it had to be one of the best blowjobs she’d ever given him. Then she got him hard again and rode him through two orgasms for herself. He said she yelled so loud she woke the kids!” Rich laughed heartily at that.

I laughed with him, thinking about what he’d said. “He didn’t say if it was a better blowjob than mine, did he?” I asked curiously.

“I didn’t want to ask if my friend gave better blowjobs than my sister, if you know what I mean. What he did tell me was really too much information, but it was hot hearing about it anyway. I don’t know how I’m going to look my sister in the eye and not be embarrassed!”

“I guess that could make you uncomfortable. Don’t worry about it,” I said, “Rod was just excited and he had to tell someone. I’m glad the shaving thing worked out though. I was a little worried what she might think. It looks like everything worked out for the best.”

“Yeah, well, that’s all I had to talk about. I’ll let you go, now. Bye, Phil.”

“Bye, Rich.” I ended that call and sat back in my chair, once again thinking about our activities of the weekend.

*****

Marilyn and I had just finished the dinner dishes and were discussing what we were going to watch on TV. We were interrupted by the doorbell. I opened it and there was Rich and the look on his face told me this was a ‘social’ visit. He stepped in as I closed the door.

“I stopped by for a quickie,” he said quietly. “I told Joan I needed to borrow your drill but I can’t be gone long.”

“Come on then, let’s go to the garage and get it.” We made our way through the house to the back door. Rich said hi to Marilyn on our way through the kitchen. Once we were out the door we sped up, almost running to the garage. God, we looked like a couple of fools. I opened the side door, headed to the work bench and turned on the light while Rich closed and locked the door.

He turned around and saw me standing there. “Why the hell are you still dressed? I told you I was in a hurry! Drop you pants so I can suck you off!”

As I was undoing my belt and stripping off my pants and akçay escort underwear Rich continued to talk. “I don’t know what’s come over me this week. I’ve done nothing but think about what happened this weekend and I’ve had a craving for your cock and cum that won’t go away.” He shook his head before he dropped to his knees. He grasped my cock and slid it into his mouth, moaning in ecstasy as it sank between his lips.

“I know what you mean. It’s been the same for me. I’ve thought about nothing else all week. I wanted cum so bad I had to jerk off at work and eat it since you weren’t around.”

He pulled back and said “Sorry,” before he went back to sucking, his head moving as fast as he could. This time he also stroked my shaft with his right hand while he massaged my nuts with his left. He really wanted me to get off quick so I tried to help by thinking about this past weekend and getting fucked in the throat.

Between my thoughts and Rich’s actions my balls were boiling much sooner than usual. “Here it comes Rich! Uh! Uh! Uh!” I yelled as shot after shot filled my best friend’s mouth.

He kept moving his head and sucking for a bit more to make sure he got it all before he pulled away. He stood up before he swallowed and I saw his throat working. He opened his mouth, licked his lips and sighed. “Ah, that was good! God I needed that.” He saw the drill sitting on my workbench, picked it up and headed for the door.

I stood there in shock. He was leaving? “Hey, what about my turn?”

He stopped at the door. “Tomorrow, I’ll call you. I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave right now. Bye!”

Well, here I was, half naked in my garage with a freshly sucked cock and no one to blow. I guess I’d have to wait until tomorrow. Boy when I suggested we could have quickies I didn’t think they would be this rushed! On second thought though it was a hot situation. I mean think about it; my friend wanted my cock so bad he rushed over, sucked me off and rushed home just so he could get some of my come with no thought of reciprocation. I knew I’d have to do the same with Rich some time soon to see how it was from the other side.

I pulled up my pants and made my way back to the house. I walked in the kitchen and Marilyn looked at me funny.

“What?” I asked.

“Where’s Rich, wasn’t he with you?”

“He was in a hurry. He got the drill and left by the side yard. I think Joan had a hot project for him. He told me he’d call me tomorrow and we’d get together.”

“Oh, good, I was hoping you’d have something to do tomorrow as Joan and I are going shopping.”

We finished our evening early and went to bed where I honed my oral talents on my wife.

*****

I’d got all my chores for the weekend done early and was relaxing on the patio when my wife came out, kissed me goodbye and left for shopping. Since she was going with Joan I expected to hear from Rich soon. It wasn’t until an hour and a half later that I got the call I’d been expecting.

“Hello?” I said.

“Phil, it’s me. Could you come over now, I have a surprise for you.” Rich said.

His voice sounded funny, like he was having trouble breathing. “Are you okay, Rich?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m great, believe me. Come in the back door and take off all your clothes. I’m in the living room. Hurry up!”

“Be right there!” I said as I ended the call. Now this was interesting. Rich sounded odd, he said he had a surprise for me and he wanted me to come in the back door and strip naked when I got there. Well, whatever was up I’d find out soon. I closed and locked the door behind me and walked over to Rich’s.

I found the back door unlocked, as I expected, so I entered and stripped as I’d been instructed. I made my way to the living room and as I got closer I heard what could only be a porn video playing on the TV.

I walked in and saw Rich sitting on the couch, naked, with his left hand holding his foreskin and his right slowly stroking himself.

“Well, this is a surprise,” I said, catching his attention.

“This isn’t the surprise, at least not all of it. Get over here between my legs and I’ll tell you what your surprise is.”

I picked up a couple of couch pillows, put them on the floor, and knelt down on them. I looked at Rich and waited.

“Okay, here’s the deal. I know how much you love precum. I’ve been thinking of a way to say thanks for introducing me to this new part of our lives and to take advantage of your taste for precum. I’ve been sitting here stroking my cock for the last hour holding my foreskin closed. Right now it’s full of precum for you. See, it’s even bulging slightly.”

I looked closely at his cock. He was right, the foreskin was bulging away from the head and only his fingers pinching off the end was holding it in.

“Anyway, once you finish this you have another hour to make and suck as much precum as you can. I want you to really tease my cock. I want the worst case of blue balls you can give me. Then at the end of the hour I want you to get me off because akdeniz escort by then I’ll need it!” He laughed and looked at me expectantly.

“Wow, Rich, what can I say? This is the best surprise you could have given me!”

“You’re welcome. After I come I have one more surprise for you but I’ll tell you about that later. Give me your hand. I want you to take over pinching off my foreskin so you can release my stuff when you’re ready.”

He grabbed my hand and we carefully replaced his fingers with mine. Now I could tell the pressure that had built up since I was holding him. I swear I felt another spurt fill the skin when he pulled his hands away. Rich had to be in some discomfort after producing all this precum and he still wanted me to tease him for another hour! Boy what a great friend!

I had to figure out how to do this without losing any of what he’d already made. I settled on bending his cock almost horizontal and put the head into my open mouth. I released my fingers and the sweetest burst of precum I’d ever had hit my tongue! I closed my mouth tight and swirled it around, savoring the taste. I’d never had that much at one time before and I wanted to get the full experience.

I swallowed and then stuck my tongue into the foreskin, cleaning it of the remnants that hadn’t spilled out. It felt good with my tongue stuck in the foreskin washing it and his cock head of all the built up fluids.

I pulled back and sighed. I smiled at Rich and I could see he was pleased. “That was the best, Rich! I’ve never had so much at once before! It tasted so good, really sweet, you know? How can I thank you for doing this?”

“You can thank me by getting another load and showing me how much you enjoy it. I almost came just watching your face! You looked like you were in ecstasy!”

“I was, I am. Okay, here we go!”

I pinched off his foreskin again and started the slow, methodical torture of my best friend’s cock.

We watched the porn movie, making comments where appropriate. I had to back off a few times as Rich was getting too close to coming and I didn’t want that. I could feel the little pulses his cock made as he produced another load of precum for me. I had to massage his nuts a couple of times too as they were starting to get painful by the end of the second hour.

It came time to get my second load of the day and I wasn’t sure but I thought it might be even bigger than the first. I again got in position with Rich’s cock pulled down and my mouth open wide under it. I released my fingers and closed my mouth so as not to lose any.

The feeling of a big blob of precum splattering your tongue like that is indescribable. I swirled it around and then swallowed. Again I cleaned the inside of his foreskin, making sure to get it all. Once I was sure I hadn’t missed any I pulled off.

“Phil, buddy, you gotta get me off! I’m dyin’ here!”

I took pity on my best friend, again thinking about how he must feel about me to put himself through this much pain. I immediately started bobbing my head, taking as much as I could while I massaged his nuts gently, hoping to ease his pain a bit. I knew he wouldn’t last long and he didn’t. It couldn’t have been longer than a minute before he started moaning and groaning.

“Oh God, Phil, my nuts feel like they are going to explode! Geez, that hurts! Ah, fuck, I’m CUMMING!”

Spurt after spurt hit the back of my throat and quickly filled my mouth. Denying himself orgasm for so long caused this load to be bigger and more forceful than any I’d got from him before. I actually had to pull back so only the head remained in my mouth. He finally stopped shooting and I held him in my mouth for a bit longer before I slipped it out.

As I had done with him before I leaned my head back and opened my mouth. I wanted him to see this massive load he had given me before it joined his precum in my belly.

I had to swallow three times before I got it all then I smacked my lips. “Boy that was good. You gypped me last night you know, but I forgive you,” I said smiling.

“You should! I about busted a nut today. The least you could do is forgive me for not letting you blow me last night!” he chuckled.

I stood up and sat on the couch next to him. He looked at my cock and noticed it was fully erect and leaking precum. “Well, are you going to let that go to waste?” he asked.

“I didn’t know if you wanted it.”

“No, it’s all yours, it’s your day.”

I scooped up the precum that had slid down my shaft and onto my balls. There was even some on the pillow which I licked off, but I thought it would still leave a stain.

I sat there quietly while Rich caught his breath. He’d really put himself out for me today and I appreciated it. I got to thinking about something he’d said before we’d got started.

“Hey you mentioned another surprise, what is it? I don’t think you can top what you’ve already done.”

“A little anxious aren’t we?” he chuckled. “I don’t know if my next surprise will top what we did earlier akhisar escort but I want to do this too.”

“Okay, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I’ve been working on this for a while now and I think I’ve got it knocked. I want you to fuck my face and come down my throat.”

“Oh yeah! I’ll do that for sure. I’ve been hoping you’d learn how to do that. When can we get started?’

He stood up and looked at me. “How about right now?”

I stood up and followed him toward the bedrooms. He passed his daughter’s room and entered the master bedroom.

“Your room?” I said curiously.

“The bed is higher. You won’t have to squat down like I did. It should make it easier for you to really pound me!” he said excitedly.

Rich lay down on the bed on his back with his head hanging just off the edge. He wiggled around a little to get comfortable. “Okay, Phil, step over here. I want you to fuck my throat good, like I did to you. I want you to come down my throat too. Don’t pull out until you are completely done, okay?”

“Are you sure you can handle that? You might need some air.”

“I think I can handle it, but just in case be ready for me to push you back in case it gets too intense. Oh, by the way, make sure to let me know whey you’re gonna cum so I can be ready.”

“No problem, Rich,” I said and moved closer sliding my cock in his mouth. I got it all the way in, but not down his throat, and stopped. “Okay, here we go!”

No matter what he said I didn’t want to start out pounding him right away. I started off with some slow strokes, going deeper each time, so he could get used to the feeling. The first time my cock slipped completely into his throat he moaned and gave me a thumbs-up gesture with his hand. I took that as a sign that I could speed things up. I started to move faster, making sure I went as deep as possible before pulling almost all the way out.

Rich was holding my hips but just to guide me, not to control my movements. He tightened his hands on my hips and pulled me in faster. I guess I wasn’t going fast enough yet so I really let it fly. Soon I was slapping his eyes and nose with my balls as my pubic bone bounced off his chin. I looked down and I could see his throat bulge each time my cock entered. He was right; it *was* hot to see your cock outlined in someone’s throat.

I ran my fingers over my cock as Rich had done to me. It felt really good, almost like I was massaging my cock through my pants but a pair of pants never sucked like this. I kept up the pace of my fucking for several minutes until the sweat started to roll down my back. I slowed down slightly, pausing with my cock fully embedded before withdrawing. I wanted him to get used to having my cock in there for longer periods before I shot my load. Speaking of which, Rich had started fondling my balls with a bit more urgency and I knew it wouldn’t be too long now.

I changed my pace again, giving him three hard strokes and then three slower ones that lingered in his throat. He seemed to like the change as he was moaning almost constantly now. I started to feel the familiar tingle in my balls and the urge to come became urgent.

“Get ready, Rich, a little more… a little more… OH GOD… I’m cumming!” I yelled and stuffed my cock as deep in his mouth as I could get it.

It felt as though the head of my cock was being squeezed by a tight tube as I shot squirt after squirt into my friend. “Almost done… oh your throat feels so fucking good! Aw… fuck!” I said as I withdrew my cock and collapsed on the rug.

Rich sat up slowly and turned over so he could look at me. He was smiling and shaking his head. “God I can’t believe I did it. I wasn’t sure I could go through with it but when your cock slipped into my throat that first time it felt weird but good, you know. Then once I got comfortable with it I just wanted it more. I really liked it this way but we’ll have to work out other ways too for when a bed isn’t available.”

“Whew,” I said, “that was hot, Rich. You’ve got a great mouth, buddy and I’m glad you let me fuck you like that. It was really wild slamming my cock in your mouth like that. I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, not at all. It felt really good, especially when you did that move where you stayed in my throat for a beat before pulling back. I don’t know why, but I really liked that.”

I made a mental note to do that more in the future. I stood up and sat on the bed. “You up for another round?” I asked.

“I don’t know, my nuts are still a little sore. Would you mind if I passed on it this time?”

“No, not at all, Rich. I still can’t believe you did that for me. I’ll always remember today,” I said seriously.

“Hey, you’ve given me so many great first experiences and you were so good with Rod last weekend it was the least I could do. Just don’t expect it too often, maybe once or twice a year.”

“Oh man, once or twice a year would be great! You’re sure about that, twice a year?”

“Yeah, you looked so happy today that I can put up with a little discomfort for a true friend.”

It got quiet then, neither of us knowing what to say. Rich climbed off the bed and I stood up too. He started to straighten out the covers and lent him a hand. We headed out to the kitchen for a beer and then back to the living room where he put on the ball game.

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Bruder und Schwester

“Du hast echt keine andere gefunden, die mit dir zum Abiball geht, als deine kleine Schwester?”, fragte Dennis verächtlich.

“Halt die Fresse, Dennis, wen hattest du denn? Ich hab dich den ganzen Abend nur mit Paul gesehen; war das dein Date?”, stichelte Nico zurück.

“Ach, verpisst euch!”, forderte Dennis Nico und seine kleine Schwester Céline Juna auf, bevor er sich in der entgegengesetzten Richtung von ihnen entfernte. Aus der Distanz schob er hinterher:

“Ich hab im Gegensatz zu dir in der Stufe wenigstens ein paar Mädels gefickt!”

“Was für ein Idiot!”, sagte Nico leise zu Céline und legte ihr seinen Arm um die Schultern.

“Komm, wir gehen nach Hause!”

Nico, Céline und Dennis hatten das Hotel, in dem der Abiball von Nicos Stufe stattfand, gerade zufällig gleichzeitig verlassen. Ausgerechnet dieser Penner Dennis würde ihm als Abschluss eines ansonsten gelungenen Abends in Erinnerung bleiben, ärgerte Nico sich. Seine kleine Schwester mitzunehmen, hatte sich nämlich als gute Idee erwiesen: Immer, wenn ihnen Langeweile drohte, holten Céline und er sich da gegenseitig wieder heraus.

“Stimmt es, was Dennis sagt?”, fragte Céline, “hat er wirklich Mädels flachgelegt?”

“Ach, der labert doch nur!”, antwortete Nico gereizt und mit einem Kopfschütteln. “Wieso willst du das wissen?”

“Ich hab nur versucht, mich mit dir zu unterhalten!”

“Ausgerechnet über die Sexabenteuer, die Dennis sich einbildet?”

“Wir können auch über die reden, die du echt erlebt hast”, forderte Céline ihren Bruder heraus.

“Ha-Ha.”

Nico war nicht sicher, ob Céline wusste oder nur vermutete, dass er immer noch Jungfrau war. Ihm war jedoch klar, dass seine Schwester Augen im Kopf hatte und mit diesen hatte sie noch nie beobachten können, dass er ein Mädchen mit nach Hause brachte. Also musste sie zumindest wissen, dass er dort nie gevögelt hatte. Es dürfte nicht schwer gewesen sein, darauf zu kommen, dass außerhalb des Hauses genau so wenig passiert war.

Céline griff nach seiner Hand, die auf ihrer Schulter lag und führte sie nach unten, bis sie durch ihr Kleid hindurch ihre Pobacke berührte.

“Was machst du da?”, fragte Nico irritiert.

“Du hast doch gerade so genervt gelacht, weil es keine echten Sexabenteuer gibt, von denen du erzählen kannst, oder?”

“Ja, und? Was hat das damit zu tun, dass du meine Hand auf deinen Arsch legst?”

“Ich will dein Sexabenteuer sein. Heute Nacht. Lass uns ficken!”

Vollkommen verwundert blieb Nico stehen.

“Wie bitte?!”

Céline ließ sich nicht beirren.

“Ficken! Vögeln! Bumsen! Sex! Du und ich, jetzt gleich, zu Hause! Für dich wird es Zeit und ich brauche es auch dringend mal wieder!”

“Aber – du bist meine Schwester!”

“Ja, aber nicht nur das. Heute Nacht bin ich dein ‘Date’, mit allem, was dazugehört. Nicht nur beim Abiball.”

“Das war aber nicht mein Plan…”

“Aber meiner”, grinste Céline, “jetzt sag mir bitte nicht, dass du mich nicht scharf findest!”

Nico atmete tief durch.

“Darüber habe ich bei meiner Schwester nie nachgedacht…”

Céline seufzte.

“Na, dann wird es ja mal Zeit. Ich habe jedenfalls schon öfter solche Gedanken gehabt, weil ich dich schon lange tierisch geil finde. Jedes Mal, wenn ich dich im Bad nackt sehe, stelle ich mir vor, wie du es mir mit deinem geilen, großen Schwanz mal so richtig besorgst. Es ist echt zu schade, dass du dein Prachtstück noch bei keiner Frau eingesetzt hast, dann gib ihn wenigstens mir mal und lass es uns heute Nacht treiben!”

Es fiel Nico schwer, seiner Schwester auf ihr schmutziges Geständnis zu antworten, doch inzwischen hatte seine Hand sich selbstständig gemacht und knetete durch Célines Kleid hindurch ihre Pobacke. Sie grinste ihn an.

“Ab nach Hause!”, befahl er Céline und sich selbst in freudiger Erwartung.

Kurze Zeit später öffnete Nico in seinem Zimmer den Reißverschluss von Célines schwarzem Kleid auf ihrem Rücken. Es fiel zu Boden und gab den Blick auf ihre jugendliche, schlanke Figur frei, die nun nur noch mit schwarzer Spitzenunterwäsche bedeckt war.

Ihre langen, braunen Haare fielen ihr über die Schultern. Mit ihren süßen, kleinen Füßen stieg sie aus dem Kleid und drehte sich zu Nico.

Als er das hübsche Gesicht mit den braunen Augen, der zierlichen Nase und den roten Lippen sah, konnte er nicht anders, als seine Schwester zu umarmen und sie fest an sich zu drücken. In seiner Hose war sein Schwanz steinhart geworden und drückte sich in Célines Schritt.

Sie flüsterte ihm ins Ohr:

“Am besten bringe ich dich erst mal zum Spritzen, dann kannst du später länger!”

Die Kleine löste sich aus der Umarmung und ging vor ihrem Bruder auf die Knie, um dann den Gürtel seiner Stoffhose zu öffnen und sie und die Boxershorts, die er darunter trug, nach unten zu befördern.

Sein steifer Schwanz sprang heraus und ragte steil nach oben. Bewundernd sah Céline erst sein bestes Stück und dann Nico an und gestand erneut:

“Das Ankara escort ist wirklich einer der schönsten Schwänze, die ich kenne!”

“Und wie viele kennst du?”, wollte Nico wissen.

“Mehr als genug”, wich sie aus.

Doch ihr Bruder ließ nicht locker.

“Komm schon, du weißt doch jetzt auch, dass ich noch nie gefickt habe! Also, wie viele Schwänze waren schon in dir?”

“Ich müsste jetzt noch mal genau nachzählen, aber so um die dreißig, glaube ich”, gab Céline zu.

“Wow”, staunte Nico und spürte, dass es ihn erregte, dass seine kleine Schwester in ihren jungen Jahren sexuell schon so aktiv gewesen war.

Céline ließ sich nicht weiter vom Gespräch mit ihm ablenken und drückte ihre Zungenspitze sanft gegen seine Eier. Während sie von dort über die Unterseite des Schwanzes bis zur Eichelspitze wanderte, legte sie Nico ihre Hände auf die entblößten Pobacken und zog ihn an sich, um mit ihrem kleinen Mund, also ihren roten Lippen und der Zunge, rhythmisch an seiner Eichel zu saugen.

Das Gefühl an der Schwanzspitze war wunderbar warm und feucht, sodass Nico mit geschlossenen Augen in einer anderen Welt versank. Bei dieser völlig neuen Erfahrung hatte er sich jedoch überhaupt nicht mehr unter Kontrolle und so ging Célines Plan bald auf: Mit ein paar ruckartigen Seufzern spritzte Nico seiner Schwester in mehreren Schüben in den Mund und sah für einen Moment vor seinen geschlossenen Augen nur noch Sterne.

Als er die Augen wieder öffnete, hatte Céline gerade mit ihrem Mund von seiner Eichel abgelassen, schloss ihre Lippen und schluckte deutlich sichtbar sein Sperma. Nico war sicher, dass er bei diesem Anblick direkt den nächsten harten Ständer bekommen hätte, wenn er nicht gerade erst einen Orgasmus hinter sich gehabt hätte.

Céline stand auf, lächelte ihn an und schob ihre Arme unter sein Jackett, um es ihm auszuziehen. Auch das Hemd, das er darunter trug, knöpfte sie auf, ließ es über seine Arme gleiten und streifte es ab. Nico stieg aus der Hose und der Boxershorts, die zwar auf dem Boden lagen, in denen er aber die ganze Zeit über gestanden hatte, und entledigte sich seiner Socken, sodass er nun ganz nackt war.

Sanft drehte er Céline herum, um an ihren BH-Verschluss zu kommen. Nervös versuchte er sich daran, ihn zu öffnen; auch das hatte er schließlich noch nie gemacht. Doch die Aufregung war umsonst, denn es klappte ohne die Hilfe seiner Schwester beim ersten Versuch. Er ließ den BH zu Boden fallen und umschloss ihre zarten Brüste von hinten mit seinen Händen, um sie dann zu massieren.

“Warte”, bat Céline ihn, woraufhin er von ihr abließ und sie auch ihren Slip auszog. Dann schmiegte sie sich mit ihrem Rücken wieder an ihn. “So, mach weiter!”

Nico legte seine Hände wieder auf ihre Brüste, deren Nippel er hart abstehen fühlen konnte. Langsam richtete sich sein Schwanz wieder auf und schob sich zwischen Célines Beine. Er genoss die Nähe seiner kleinen Schwester, küsste ihren Hals und massierte wieder ihren Busen.

Dann löste sich das Mädchen von ihm, ging hinüber zu seinem Bett und stieg hinein. Céline positionierte sich auf allen Vieren und streckte Nico ihren Po entgegen. Der Abiturient folgte ihr und wollte seinen Schwanz an ihrer blitzblank rasierten Muschi ansetzen, doch seine Schwester hielt ihn auf.

“Stopp, stopp… leck mich bitte zuerst ein bisschen!”

Nico nahm seinen Schwanz wieder weg.

“Natürlich. Entschuldigung.”

Céline lachte verständnisvoll.

“Schon in Ordnung.”

Vor seinem Bett ging Nico auf die Knie, sodass er auf Augenhöhe mit der Spalte seiner Schwester war, und fuhr mit seiner Zungenspitze vorsichtig über ihre Schamlippen.

Céline seufzte leise.

“Ruhig ein wenig fester”, gab sie ihm einen Hinweis, “und du darfst auch in den Schlitz!”

“Ich weiß”, erklärte Nico, “lass mich mal ein bisschen ausprobieren!”

“Klar. Sorry.”

Er tastete sich weiter vor, erfüllte Céline ihren Wunsch und übte mit seiner Zunge mehr Druck aus, bis er damit schließlich tief durch ihre Spalte leckte. Seine Schwester war inzwischen mehr als feucht geworden, sodass er den Geschmack ihrer Lust gierig mit seinem Mund aufnahm. Während er mit der Zunge bei ihrem Kitzler angelangt war, drückte seine Nase sich gegen die Haut seiner Schwester, von der ein betörender Duft ausging.

Céline atmete schwer und stöhnte immer wieder leise auf, bis sie ihn ungeduldig aufforderte:

“Jetzt, Nico! Fick mich!”

Das ließ er sich nicht zweimal sagen, stand wieder auf und setzte seine Schwanzspitze erneut an Célines engem Schlitz an. Die Schülerin griff mit einem Arm zwischen ihren Beinen hindurch, um den Schwanz ihres Bruders genau an die richtige Stelle zu bringen. Er drang in sie ein und griff nach ihren Schenkeln, zog sie an sich und stieß hinein, immer wieder von Neuem.

Nico war von überwältigenden Sinneseindrücken übermannt: Dem Bewusstsein, seine kleine Schwester gerade von hinten zu nehmen. Dem Anblick ihres süßen, kleinen Hinterns Escort Ankara und seines Schwanzes in ihrer Muschi. Dem Gefühl in ihrer engen, nassen Spalte. Dem Verschmelzen mit dem vor Lust bebenden Körper Célines und der Spürbarkeit, dass es ihr mindestens so gut gefiel wie ihm selbst. Und diesmal wollte er nicht in einer anderen Welt versinken und die Kontrolle verlieren wie zu dem Zeitpunkt, an dem sie ihm den Schwanz geblasen hatte. Diesmal wollte er sie bei vollem Bewusstsein ficken, dass es klatschte!

Er stieß fester, härter und schneller zu und stellte bald fest, dass seiner Schwester das auch gefiel. Ihre Idee, ihn vor seinem ersten Fick schon mal abspritzen zu lassen, stellte sich als goldrichtig heraus, denn sie konnten ihre Doggystyle-Nummer jetzt erstaunlich lange genießen. Beide stöhnten voller Genuss, bis Céline es war, die als erste mit immer heftigeren Seufzern Vorboten ihres Orgasmus genoss. Nico fühlte sich herausgefordert und erhöhte noch einmal das Tempo und die Intensität, was schließlich dazu führte, dass er seine kleine Schwester zum Höhepunkt stieß.

Als Céline mit einem lauten “Jaaaaaaaaaaa!” kam, wurden seine Stöße anschließend langsamer und er hielt kurz inne. Er ließ mit seinen Händen von ihren Schenkeln ab, beugte sich von hinten über die Kleine und griff nach ihren Brüsten. Sanft knetete er sie, küsste sie am Hals und bewegte sich nun wieder langsam mit seinem Schwanz in ihrer Muschi.

Bald spürte er, dass es nun auch ihm noch mal kommen würde und er verlangte von Céline:

“Dreh dich um, ich will dir auf die Brüste spritzen!”

Er befürchtete, dass seine Schwester das nicht machen würde; schließlich hatte er sie ja gar nicht nach ihrem Einverständnis gefragt. Doch die Kleine hatte anscheinend nichts dagegen, denn nachdem er seinen Schwanz aus ihrer Muschi herausgezogen hatte, drehte sie sich bereitwillig auf den Rücken und sah ihn in freudiger Erwartung an.

Nico stieg über sie, ging in ihrer Körpermitte erst in die Hocke und legte seine Knie dann links und rechts neben ihren Hüften ab, womit er sich auf sie setzte und ihren Körper zwischen seinen Beinen festhielt.

Für ihn war es die erste Gelegenheit während des Sex, ihr schönes Gesicht, ihre jungen, kleinen Brüste und ihren flachen Bauch für längere Zeit von vorn zu sehen. Weil Nico bei diesem heißen Anblick nicht anders konnte, als seinen Schwanz zu wichsen, konnte er ihn jedoch auch jetzt nicht allzu lange genießen, bevor sein Orgasmus in ihm aufstieg.

Alles fiel von ihm ab, als in gefühlt unzählbar vielen Schüben eine Fontäne Sperma aus seinem Schwanz schoss und nicht nur wie geplant auf den Brüsten seiner Schwester landete, sondern von ihrem Kinn bis zu ihrem Bauchnabel auch ihren gesamten restlichen Oberkörper bedeckte.

Anschließend war er erst mal damit beschäftigt, wieder zu einem ruhigeren Atem zu kommen, während Céline das Sperma von ihrem Körper mit der Hand aufsammelte und es sich in den Mund schob. Bei diesem Anblick dachte Nico wieder, dass ihm das mit Sicherheit den nächsten Steifen beschert hätte, wenn er nicht gerade erst das Abspritzen hinter sich gehabt hätte.

Er legte sich neben seine kleine Schwester und zog seine Decke über sie beide. Glücklich und befriedigt sahen sie sich an.

“Mama und Papa sagen wir aber nichts”, schlug Céline vor.

“Auf keinen Fall!”, stimmte Nico zu, immer noch leicht außer Atem.

Die Geschwister küssten sich mit Zunge. Das Bild blendete ins Schwarze über.

Vater und Tochter

“Wow”, urteilte Célines Vater Simon, “einfach nur wow!”

Die 18-Jährige hatte ihm gerade zu Hause im Wohnzimmer “Céline Juna – Mein Bruder, der Abiturient” vorgeführt, den inzwischen elften Porno, den sie als “Céline Juna” gedreht hatte. Nachdem “Céline Juna als Babysitter” für den großen Durchbruch gesorgt hatte, erfreuten sich inzwischen alle Filme des Teenagers großer Beliebtheit.

An dem neuesten Projekt hatte Céline dennoch Zweifel.

“Meinst du nicht, es ist vielleicht ein bisschen zu viel? Die Entjungferung nach dem Abiball hätte als Geschichte ja auch schon gereicht, ist es wirklich klug, dass Céline Juna es mit ihrem Bruder treibt? Es gibt bestimmt Fans, die das eklig finden!”

“Das fällt dir jetzt erst ein? Das war doch deine Idee. Wie alles in deinen Pornos. Wenn du dir so unsicher bist, hättest du es ja auch rauslassen können.”

“Ich selbst finde die Idee halt so geil, dass ich da bis jetzt nicht drüber nachgedacht habe. Nur hab ich eben auch keine Geschwister und weiß nicht, wie das ist…”

Simon nahm Céline in den Arm.

“Ich glaube nicht, dass du dir deswegen Sorgen machen musst. Wenn es wirklich Fans gibt, die damit nicht klar kommen, werden das nur sehr wenige sein und auf die kannst du auch verzichten. Der Markt für Inzestpornos ist riesig, also gewinnst du auch wieder neue Fans hinzu. Und andere, die die Geschwistergeschichte jetzt mal nicht so prickelnd finden, werden dir das verzeihen. Den Film müssen sie sich ja nicht ansehen, es gibt ja auch Escort Bayan immer noch die anderen.”

Céline lehnte ihren Kopf an die Schulter ihres Vaters.

“Okay, wenn du meinst.”

Er gab ihr ein Küsschen auf den Kopf.

“Ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, dass deine Fanpost wirklich weniger wird, nur weil du eine Schwester spielst, die es mit ihrem Bruder treibt.”

Die 18-Jährige seufzte.

“Apropos Fanpost… Da denke ich noch mehr drüber nach als über die Frage, ob ich meinen Fans einen Inzestporno zumuten kann!”, erwiderte Céline mit einer Geste in Richtung Fernseher.

Durch den großen Erfolg ihrer Pornos schrieben ihr die verschiedensten Männer. Einige dieser Fans bekundeten lediglich ihre Begeisterung für die Art Pornos, die sie drehte, andere schrieben so unverschämtes Zeug, dass die Briefe sofort in den Papierkorb wanderten. Das war aber nicht die Fanpost, über die sie so viel nachdachte. Es gab eine ganz spezielle weitere Gruppe von Verehrern, attraktive und relativ vernünftig wirkende Männer, die ihr unmoralische Angebote machten und ihr irrsinnig hohe Geldsummen für gemeinsame Zeit, Nächte sowie Sex boten.

Es hatte eine Zeit gegeben, in der das für sie nicht in Frage gekommen war und ihr Problem war auch jetzt noch, dass sie sich trotz Pornokarriere nicht als Prostituierte sah. Natürlich zeigte sie in ihren Filmen ihren Körper und ließ sich auf Sex mit mehr oder weniger fremden Männern ein, doch dabei war ihr Hauptanliegen, Geschichten zu verkaufen und nicht sich selbst. Außerdem war sie Autorin und Regisseurin und alles lief nach ihren Bestimmungen ab. Wer konnte ihr garantieren, dass das bei jemandem, der für Zeit mit ihr bezahlte, auch so blieb?

Auf der anderen Seite hatte sie durch die Pornodrehs die Erfahrung gemacht, dass es ihr tatsächlich nicht gerade schwer fiel, Sex mit attraktiven, fremden Männern zu haben. Und mit dem Geld, das ihr von einigen geboten wurde, konnte sie innerhalb kurzer Zeit ausgesorgt haben. Das machte ihr eine Entscheidung dagegen sehr schwer.

“Ich werde dir zu nichts raten und dich zu nichts drängen”, erklärte Vater Simon, der über Célines Problem Bescheid wusste, “du bist erwachsen und es ist deine Entscheidung, wie alles bis hierhin. Bisher hast du auch immer richtig gelegen.”

“Habe ich das…”, grinste Céline und musste schadenfroh daran denken, dass ihr Vater sich vor Kurzem von seiner Freundin Sandra getrennt hatte, mit der sie nie klargekommen war.

“Hm-hm”, brummte Simon zustimmend, sodass Céline es auf ihrem Kopf spürte.

“Ich bin wahnsinnig stolz auf dich”, fuhr er fort, “deine Filme sind einfach der Hammer. Und das sage ich nicht nur, weil du damit meine Firma gerettet hast und deine Pornos mit die einzigen sind, für die die Leute noch freiwillig Geld ausgeben. Sondern auch, weil ich selbst die Filme nach wie vor super finde!”

Céline warf ihm einen Blick zu.

“Hast du dir schon mal einen auf mich runtergeholt? Ich meine jetzt nicht auf Céline Juna und die Filme. Ich meine, auf mich?”

“Auf meine eigene Tochter, meinst du?”

“Ja…”

“Das ist aber schwer zu sagen, wo ist da die Grenze?”

Sie dachte kurz nach.

“Okay, anders: Hast du dir zum Beispiel schon mal vorgestellt, mich als deine Tochter, hier, zu Hause, in meinem Bett, zu ficken?”

“Nein. Hast du dir das mit mir vorgestellt?”

Céline zögerte, bevor auch sie “Nein” sagte.

Es entstand ein Moment unangenehmer Stille, bevor Simon seine Hände zu ihren Wangen führte und ihren Kopf hineinlegte. Die 18-Jährige drehte sich zu ihm und sah ihm direkt in die Augen, die eine Liebe ausstrahlten, die sie so zuvor noch nie gesehen hatte. Langsam bewegten sich ihre Lippen aufeinander zu.

“Das war gelogen, oder?”, hakte er nach. “Du hast dir vorgestellt, mit mir zu ficken.”

“Ja”, gestand Céline kleinlaut.

“Ich auch”, erwiderte Simon.

Vater und Tochter setzten ihre leicht geöffneten Lippen aufeinander.

Ein lautes Klopfen an der Haustür ließ sie jedoch eine Sekunde danach wieder auseinanderschrecken.

“Aufmachen, Polizei!”, schallte es durch die Tür.

Irritiert sahen Céline und ihr Vater sich an.

“Was ist denn jetzt los?!”, fragte die 18-Jährige.

Simon atmete tief durch.

“Finden wir es heraus!”, schlug er vor und machte sich auf den Weg zur Tür. Sie folgte ihm.

Simon öffnete die Tür, vor der zwei Beamte in Zivil standen und ihnen ihre Ausweise entgegenstreckten.

“Lammert, Kriminalpolizei, das ist mein Kollege Rietmann. Wir wollen zu Simon Jung, Inhaber von Hot Babe Productions, und Céline Jung, Head of Production bei Naughty Girl Productions?”

“Ja, das sind wir”, bestätigte Simon.

Céline stellte trotz ihrer Aufregung in Gedanken fest, dass sie ihre offizielle Berufsbezeichnung schon lange nicht mehr gehört hatte.

“Gibt es ein Problem?”, wollte ihr Vater wissen.

“Sie stehen im Verdacht der Herstellung und Verbreitung jugendpornographischer Schriften, strafbar nach Paragraph 184c des Strafgesetzbuches”, erklärte der Beamte Rietmann, der bisher nicht gesprochen hatte, und streckte Céline und Simon einen Durchsuchungsbefehl entgegen.

“Jetzt lassen Sie uns bitte rein und danach nehmen wir sie mit aufs Präsidium!”

Die Beamten drängelten sich an Vater und Tochter vorbei.

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Als ich anfing, mich für Mädchen und Frauen zu interessieren, war sie mein erstes Lustobjekt. Sie war so nah und doch so fern. Ich konnte sie sehen, aber nicht einfach so anfassen.

Ich träumte nachts von ihr.

Danach interessierte ich mich für andere Frauen, Mädchen meines Alters waren mir zu oberflächlich. Auch kicherten sie unvermittelt und auf eine Art, die mich grauste. Wie kleine Kinder.

Meine Entdeckungen des anderen Geschlechts brachte mich zum Beispiel dazu, die eine Lehrerin in der Schule anzuhimmeln. Doch die hatte einen Mann, so dass sie mich wohl nicht erhören würde. Außerdem, würde sie etwas mit einem Schüler anfangen?

Das ich damals erst sechzehn war, war für mich unwichtig.

Immer wieder fiel mein Auge auf die Frau, die ich zuerst ‘entdeckt’ hatte. Ich fing an, ihr hinterher zu spionieren. Vorsichtig, denn ich hätte von den Erwachsenen der Familie eine richtige Abreibung bekommen, wenn sie entdeckt hätten, dass ich einer Frau nachspionierte.

Gelegendlich, besonders im Sommer, konnte ich sie sogar nackt, oder fast nackt beobachten. Bei einem dieser Ereignisse stellte ich fest, dass sie ein Verhältnis hatte. Nicht mit einem Mann, ihren hatte sie schon vor vielen Jahren verjagt, sondern mit einer anderen Frau.

Das interessierte mich noch mehr, und wenn ich die beiden Frauen nebeneinander sah, konnte ich beide vergleichen. Ich war der festen Meinung, dass beide begehrenswert waren. Aber ich wollte nur die eine.

Ich wurde siebzehn, als die Frau, meine Frau, beim Radio eine neue Sendung bekam. Sie arbeitete dort schon mein ganzes Leben lang. Jetzt bekam sie eine Sendung im Nachtprogramm, ‘Doros Nacht’. Sie moderierte von Mitternacht bis drei Uhr, später bis vier Uhr, eine Sendung, in der die Leute aus den verschiedensten Gründen anrufen konnten. Manchmal redete sie eine ganze Nacht mit einem einzigen Menschen über all das, was dieser Mensch über sich, und sein Leben, preisgeben wollte. Bei anderen Terminen riefen die unterschiedlichsten Leute an, weil sie ihren Kummer und ihre Freude mit anderen teilen wollten.

‘Doros Nacht’ war mein Einschlafprogramm. Wenn sie redete, war ich geborgen. Egal, um was es ging.

Die Sendung machte sie nicht alleine, ihre Geliebte (konnte man das so nennen?) war ihre Kollegin, die den ganzen weiteren Kram, auch von der Verwaltung her, erledigte. Diese zweite Frau nahm auch die Anrufe entgegen und entschied, ob die anrufende Person mit Doro reden konnte. Ich hatte mal gehört, wie Doro diese Frau ‘Babs’ genannt hatte.

Babs war also die Bastion, die ich überrennen musste, wenn ich Doro haben wollte.

Ich beobachte die beiden Frauen weiter, um eine Lücke zu finden, in die mein ‘Angriff’ vorstoßen konnte. Doro hatte, neben ihrer geliebten Babs, noch einen Sohn, so wie Babs eine Tochter hatte. Der Sohn war unwichtig, die Tochter störte bei meinen Bemühungen, weiter voran zu kommen, doch ich konnte deren Aufmerksamkeit auf mein Vorhaben gut abwenden.

Doro hatte ihre Nachsendung nun schon mehrere Jahre, sie war so beliebt, dass alte Sendungen wiederholt wurden, wenn Doro nicht auf Sendung war. Also zum Beispiel im Urlaub und so.

Einmal fiel Doro fast einen Monat aus, doch sie hatte sich einfach nur das Bein gebrochen. In ihrer ersten Sendung nach ihrer Auszeit sagte sie zur Begrüßung “Ich fluche zwar nicht im Radio, und über Familienmitglieder erst Recht nicht, doch was mein dämlicher Sohn sich geleistet hatte, war wirklich Unmöglich. Der Pisser hat das aber auch im letzten Monat jeden Tag von mir gespürt.

So, genug des Frustabbaus, hier ist wieder Doro, mit einer neuen Ausgabe von ‘Doros Nacht’ und heute möchte ich mit euch und ihnen über nichtbeantwortete Liebe sprechen”

Sie wollte was? Konnte ich anrufen, und versuchen, sie davon zu überzeugen, dass sie das Ziel meiner Träume war?

Ich rief an.

Da ich aber nicht wollte, dass mich jeder erkannte, der zufällig die Sendung eingeschaltet hatte, nutzte ich eine Schaltung, die meine Stimme etwas veränderte. Sie löschte einige Frequenzen und verstärkte andere, weiter entfernt liegende.

Außerdem telefonierte ich über einen Anschluss, dessen Telefonnummer nicht mir direkt zugeordnet werden konnte.

Auch meinen Namen änderte ich, von Karl in Hans.

“Guten Tag, hier ist Doro, was kann ich für sie tun?”

“Hallo, ich bin Hans und habe ein Problem”

“Mit ihrer Liebe?”

“Ja. Ich bin seit Jahren in eine Frau verliebt. Und ich weiß nicht, was ich machen soll.”

“Hans, sie klingen etwas jünger”

“Ja, ich bin achtzehn. Sie können mich duzen”

“Gut Hans, du mich auch. Ich bin Doro

Also Hans, du sagst Frau, es ist also kein Mädchen deines Alters?”

“Nein, es ist eine Frau. Eine, darf ich das hier sagen?, rassige Frau”

“Du kannst hier fast alles sagen. Auch unanständige Wörter. Wir sind unter uns. Die wenigen Zuhörer stören nicht”

Ich musste leise lachen. Doros Sendung war eine der beliebtesten Sendungen der Nacht. Es waren etwas mehr als wenige Zuhörer.

“Hans, wieso beschreibst du sie als ‘rassig'”

“Weil sie das ist. Ich konnte sie mal nackt sehen. casibom giriş Ich bin fast ohnmächtig geworden, so schön ist sie”

“Kannst du sie beschreiben?”

“Sie ist etwas kleiner als ich. So um die 170. Sie hat echte rote Haare. Wirklich, ich habe sie auch von vorne gesehen, und sie hat einen Busch zwischen den Beinen, schon an den Gedanken an dieses Bild muss ich wieder kommen.”

“Hans, Hans, bist du noch da?

Babs, steht die Leitung noch?”

“Ja Doro, aber die Geräusche sind nicht erwachsenenfrei, deshalb habe ich sie weggedreht”

“Gut. Wir warten, bis sich Hans wieder beruhigt haben und spielen in der Zwischenzeit Musik”

Ich war wirklich bei meinem Gespräch mit Doro gekommen. Ich hatte den Telefonhörer fallen lassen und alles vollgespritzt.

Nun griff ich nach dem Hörer und hörte Babs “Hans, sind sie noch da?”

“Ja, Entschuldigung. Ich bin ..”

“gekommen, ich habe es gehört. Hans, ist jetzt alles vollgesaut?”

“Ja, so ähnlich.”

“Doro spielt Musik, du hast noch zwei Minuten, wenn du dich sauber machen willst”

“Nein, ich lasse das trocknen. Dann kann ich beim Gespräch an meine Traumfrau denken”

“Ganz wie du willst. Ich stell dich zu Doro durch, sie sagt, wenn die Musik zu Ende ist”

“Hallo Hans, hier ist wieder Doro, wir haben noch kurz Zeit, persönlich zu sprechen.

Bist du wirklich nur durch den Gedanken an sie gekommen?”

“Ja, Doro. Als ich beschrieb, was ich gesehen hatte, konnte ich nicht mehr anderes.”

“Wow, so einen Mann hätte ich auch gerne. Ups, wir müssen zurück.

So, wir sind wieder auf Sendung, Hans ist wieder bei uns. Hans. Willst du Zuhörern uns erzählen, was dir passiert ist?”

“Ja, ich bin an den Gedanken an meine Traumfrau gekommen. Ich habe alles vollgespritzt. Aber die Frau verdient das auch.

Sie ist einfach zu rassig.”

“Zurück zum Rassig, Hans. Du sagtest, dass sie eine echte rothaarige ist. Gibt es noch mehr, was dich an ihr interessiert?”

“Interessiert? Fasziniert ist das richtige Wort.

Sie hat breite, aber nicht zu breite Hüften. Einen Hintern, der schön gepolstert ist, nicht diese flachen Hintern, bei denen man, oder frau, nichts in der Hand hat, eine schmale Taille, die sichtbar ist aber nicht so schmal ist, dass es unförmig aussieht.

Uf uf”

“Hans, was machst du?

Hahans? Schon wieder?

“Hahallo Doro, Entschuldigung. Der Gedanke, sie zu beschreiben, ist zu erregend. Ich versuche mich zu beherrschen.”

“Wir machen noch einmal Musik, dann kannst du ruhig abspritzen. OK?”

Doch ich wollte noch nicht. Ich rieb mir leicht über meinen Schwanz und hatte den Telefonhörer am Ohr. Da hörte ich, wie sich die beiden Frauen unterhielten “Babs, was hältst du von dem?”

“Hans? So einen möchte ich mal haben.”

“Geil, nicht, spritz live im Radio. Was glaubst du, wie alt ist er?”

“Er sagte doch achtzehn, wie die Kinder”

“Und die Frau, die er anhimmelt?”

“Hmm, frag ihn, bisher wissen wir zu wenig. Das könntest auch du sein.”

“Babs, wie kommst du darauf, wo sollte er denn meinen Busch gesehen haben?”

“Doro, wo hast du den denn schon überall gezeigt? Am Stand, im Garten, im Haus”

“Ja, sicher, er kommt in den Garten oder gar ins Haus”

“Vielleicht ist es ein Freund von Karl oder Steffi”

“Du meinst, wir kennen den? Aber ich war doch nie nackt, wenn deren Freunde da waren.”

Ich klopfte mit dem Hörer gegen den Bettpfosten und nahm ihn dann wieder ans Ohr “Hans, bist du wieder da? War es eine Erleichterung?”

“Doro?”

“Ja, Hans.”

“Nein, ich habe nicht gespritzte. Im Moment denke ich an sie und reibe mir meine Stange.”

“Hans, du bist wieder auf Sendung, da kannst du solches doch nicht sagen.”

“Ich denke, die Sendung läuft im Nachtprogramm. Da sind doch nur noch Erwachsen dabei, oder?”

Doro war sprachlos.

Es gab eine kurze Pause und dann sagte sie “Und, Hans, kannst du sie uns weiter beschreiben?”

“Wo wurden wir unterbrochen?

Ach ja, ich war überwältigt vom Gedanken an ihre Taille und ihren Hintern.

Stört es, wenn ich weiter an mir spiele?”

“Nicht wirklich, Hans, du bringst Erinnerungen in mir zum Klingen, da kann ich auch nicht anders.”

Der Gedanke, dass Doro an sich spielte, ließ meinen Schwanz noch härter werden.

“Also, ihr Oberkörper wird von zwei Brüsten betont, die, so finde ich, die richtige Form haben. Sie sind unten schön fest und ausladend, die Areolen sind dunkelrot und werden von je einer dicken fetten Brustwarze gekrönt.

Einmal konnte ich die erregt sehen, das war unglaublich. Sie hatte nur eine dünne Bluse an, keinen BH, wie sonst immer, und der Wind drückte diese Bluse gegen ihren Oberkörper.

Doro, kennst du diese Kaugummis, die man aus den Automaten ziehen kann?”

“Jjjjja Haaaahans, ddddie kenne ich”

“Na ja, die Brustwarzen sind etwas kleiner, wenn sie fest sind. Damals stand ich gleich in der Nähe und hätte sie fast überfallen, um an denen zu lecken und zu knabbern.”

“JJJJJJJJJJJJaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

Was Casibom Giriş war das? War Doro im Radio gekommen?

Plötzlich spielte Musik im Telefon. Zwar nur leise, aber da hatte Babs wohl Doro das Mikro abgedreht. Dann hörte die Musik auf und ich konnte hören, wie Babs versuchte Doro zu erreichen.

“Doro, Liebling, hallo, Doro, bist du noch da?”

“Ja, Babs. Man, das war ein Orgasmus.”

“Kind, du musst mich warnen”

“Wieso?”

“Ich kam nicht dazu, dein Geschrei ganz wegzudrücken, jetzt haben alle gehört, wie du kommst.”

“Babs, du kannst mich doch sehen”

“Ja, wenn ich mich konzentrieren kann. Ich hatte einen Orgasmus, ein Glück, das der nicht über den Sender ging.”

“Was, du auch?”

“Ja, Doro. Nachher, in der Pause, musst du mich lecken. Unbedingt”

“Und ich? Wer leckt mich? So viel Zeit, dass du es noch schaffst, haben wir nicht. Und wenn wir uns beide lecken weißt du ja, was passiert.”

“Ja, sorry Schätzchen, das wird nie wieder passieren.”

“Du hast Glück, dass du daneben gebissen hast. Ohne Kitzler wäre das Leben nur halb so schön.

“Ja, Doro, ich weiß.

Du, die Musik ist gleich zu Ende.”

“So, hier ist wieder Doro. Liebe Zuhörer, bitte entschuldigen Sie das, was Sie gehört haben, aber Hans beschreibt das etwas zu bildlich.

Hans, bist du noch da?”

“Ja, Doro, ich bin noch da.

Soll ich weitermachen?”

“Na ja, beschrieben hast du die Frau ja gründlich genug.

Seit wann fühlst du so?”

“Seit wann? Ich war vierzehn, als ich merkte, für was das Ding zwischen meinen Beinen gedacht war. Wir hatten in der Schule darüber gesprochen.”

“Wer, Hans?”

“Wir Jungen, einer hatte so ein Heft mit Frauen mitgebracht”

“Nackten Frauen?”

“Eigentlich nicht. Später habe ich mitbekommen, das war Bikini-Mode aus der Zelt meiner Mutter. Aber das hat uns Jungen schon interessiert.”

“Und dann?”

“Na ja, dann wollten wir mehr wissen, und einer klaute ein Aufklärungsbuch aus dem Regal seiner Eltern.

Wir waren fünf, jeder blätterte das Buch mehrfach durch. Als ich dran war, wurde mein Schniedel hart.

Ich las die Beschreibungen, was man als Mann mit der Frau machte, und wollte das Buch behalten. Doch der Junge musste es wieder zurück bringen.

Und dann hatte ich sie das erste Mal wirklich gesehen.”

“Wo Hans?”

“In ihrem Garten, wenn ich aus meinem Fenster sehe, kann ich in ihren Garten sehen”

“Und was hast du gesehen?”

“Sie hat eine Freundin, die ebenso alt wie sie ist. Die beiden lagen im Garten in der Sonne. Jeder hatte einen Bikini an und ich konnte sie heimlich beobachten.”

“Mit einem Fernglas, Hans?”

“Ja, so ähnlich”

“Wie alt warst du damals, Hans?”

“Ich, da war ich wohl sechzehn. Die Mädchen hatten mich dann nicht mehr interessiert. Ich wollte wissen, wie sich eine richtige Frau anfühlte, aber sie mal anzufassen, wenn ich an sie rangekommen wäre, das hatte ich mich getraut”

“Liebe Zuhörer, wir machen mal wieder eine kleine Pause mit Musik”

Ich sah auf den Telefonhörer und fragte mich, ob ich zu viel von mir erzählte. Denn ich wollte zwar die Frau, sie aber nicht verärgern.

Plötzlich hörte ich eine leise Stimme aus dem Hörer “Hans, Hans, bist du noch da?”

“Ja, hier bin ich.”

“Hans, eine Frage, um zu sehen, ob wir weiter machen. Du willst die Frau immer noch?”

“Ja”

“Als was, Hans?”

…

“Hans, bist du noch da?”

“Ja. Als was? Ich weiß nicht. Ich will sie immer noch berühren, ihren ganzen Körper spüren. Sie riechen und nachts, wenn ich einschlafe oder morgens, wenn ich aufwache, spüren. Anfassen. Küssen können.”

“Und, Hans, möchtest du Sex mit ihr?”

“Sex? Ich weiß nicht. Ich möchte sie lieben.

Sex?

Wenn ich sie besser kenne, und sie mich, also als Partner und …”

“Liebhaber, Hans?”

“Ja, auch Liebhaber und Geliebte, dann vielleicht. Oder sicher?

Ich habe doch erzählt, dass sie eine Freundin hat, oder?”

“Halt Hans, wir müssen wieder, die Musik ist gleich zu Ende”

“So, da sind wir wieder, ich habe mich mit Hans unterhalten, was er mit der Frau machen will. Hans, kannst du das wiederholen?”

“Ja, Doro. Ich möchte die Frau spüren, riechen, anfassen können”

“Wann Hans? Auch nachts?”

“Ja, besonders nachts. Ich möchte mit ihr einschlafend und mit ihr aufwachen. Ich möchte nachts, wenn ich mich umdrehen, gegen sie stoßend, und von ihr deshalb angeknurrt werden. Ich möchte ..”

“Hans, was?”

“Sie lieben”

“Hans, eine sehr persönliche Frage. Möchtest du Sex mit ihr?”

“Wir haben ja drüber geredet. Ja, wenn sie mich besser kennen gelernt hat, wenn sie meine Gefühle für sich kennt, dann möchte ich auch Sex mit ihr, aber viel mehr möchte ich sie Lieben”

“Auch Körperlich?

Hans?

…

Hallo Hans?”

“Ich war grade abgelenkt, und mein … “

“Schwanz, Hans?”

“Ja, mein Schwanz, musste gerieben Casibom bonus werden. Der Gedanke an sie und ich in einem Bett ich so schön, ich wäre fast wieder gekommen.”

“Hans, eine letzte Frage”

“Ja, Doro?”

“Wenn du sie so liebst, denkst du an Kinder mit ihr?”

…

“Hans?”

…

“Hahans?”

“Dddoroooooooooooooo, Kinder mit meiner Mammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

…

“Oh, ich glaube, das ist auch besser, wenn wir dieses Thema nicht in aller Öffentlichkeit vertiefen.

Wir haben in einer viertel Stunde Nachrichten. Danach warte ich auf den nächsten Anrufer.

Bis dahin Musik.”

Ich stand am Fenster und sah auf das Studio, das Mama und Tante Babs sich im Garten eingerichtet hatte. Ich hatte, bei dem Gedanken, mit meiner Mutter Kinder zu haben, den Hörer weggeworfen und bin zum Fenster gerannt. Hier sah ich zu, wie sie verdutzt in das Mikrofon sprach, um mich zu erreichen, und spritzte gegen die Scheibe. Immer und immer wieder.

Zum Schluss tat mir der Schwanz weh. Ich sah noch ins Studio, wie Mama aufstand, um zu Babs zu gehen. Diese saß breitbeinig in ihrem Sessel, Mama kniete sich zwischen Babs Beine und leckte ihr die Möse. Ich könnte sehen, wie Babs den Kopf zurück warf, als sie kam.

Mama stand dann auf und küsste Babs, bis sie durch irgendetwas gestört wurde. Die beiden lösten sich und Mama ging langsam zurück ins Studio.

Sie zog sich auf dem Weg ins Studio aus und setzte sich nackt auf ihren Stehstuhl.

Dann dämmte Babs das Licht, so dass ich nur noch einen Schatten von Mama erkennen konnte. Doch es sah so aus, als wenn Mama wieder sprach, und sich dabei die Möse rieb.

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Ich wachte zur normalen Zeit auf, obwohl ich erst kurz nach Zwei eingeschlafen war. Ich musste immer an Mama und Babs denken. Und an das, was Mama mir vorgeschlagen hatte. Ich sollte Kinder mit meiner Mutter haben. Ob sie wusste, dass sie das Ziel meiner Begierde war?

Ich ging zum Frühstücken, in der Küche kramte meine Kusine Steffi, sie hatte das Frühstück gemacht

“Na, du Schlafmütze, wieder zu lange Radio gehört?”

“Lass mich”

“Soll ich Doro erzählen, dass du sie anhimmelst?”

“Ich mag die Gespräche und die Musik. Und die kommt ja von deiner Mutter. Im Übrigen sucht auch diese die Gesprächspartner aus, Also himmele ich deine Mutter an”

“Ja, ja, wer’s glaubt,…

Ach übrigens, die sind wohl im Studio geblieben, du kannst also, wie immer, Krach machen”

Ich holte aus und erwischte sie grade so. Meine Hand auf ihrem Hintern klatschte schön, da sie wieder nur in BH und Unterhose rumlief.

“Lass das. Wenn das rote Flecken gibt, gibt es Ärger”

“Warum, fragt dann ein Stecher, wer ihn ausgestochen hat?”

“Karl, was soll das? Du bist in letzte Zeit wirklich unmöglich. Ich frage dich ja auch nicht, wessen Pussy du vollgespritzt hast”

Sie ging, sich den Hintern reibend, aus der Küche. Ich stellte, nachdem ich alles aufgegessen hatte, alles in die Maschine, griff nach meinen Sachen und ging zur Schule. An der Straßenecke wurde ich zurückgerufen “Karl, nun warte doch mal” Steffi kam mir hinterher gerannt.

“Karl, was ist los? Dich kann man nicht mehr aufziehen, du wirst dann, wenn es um deine Freundin geht, immer gleich so komisch.

Oder hast du keine, und bist frustriert?”

“Ach Steffi, ich weiß nicht mehr weiter.”

“Konnte selbst das Geschwafel, das du dir bei den Sendungen deiner Mutter dir anhörst, dir nicht helfen?”

“Nein, das ist nur Gequatsche”

“Liebeskummer? Ach Karl, willst du mal so richten wilden Sex? Ficken bis zum Abwinken? Ich könnte da ..”

“Steffi, du bist meine Kusine.”

“Und? Ich will mich doch nicht anbieten, sondern eine aus der Klasse. Die will dir schon seit langem an die Wäsche. Doch du ignorierst sie. Das wäre doch eine Gelegenheit, oder?”

Ich legte ihr meinen Arm um die Schultern, sie mir ihren um die Hüfte, und wir gingen langsam weiter. Nach kurzer Strecke waren wir an unserer Schule.

“Guckt mal, die Zwillinge vertragen sich wieder.”

“Wie ein Liebespaar”

Wir sahen uns an und trennten uns. Die ‘lieben’ Klassenkameraden waren einfach nur zu nervig.

Ja, wir waren Vetter und Kusine, wir waren am gleichen Tag geboren, unsere Mütter waren Schwestern und wir hatten den gleichen Nachnamen, aber trotzdem. Das musste doch langsam nicht mehr sein.

Unsere Mütter waren zwar Schwestern, aber keine Zwillinge. Meine, Dorothee, war ein Jahr älter. Meine hatte auch schöne rote Haare. Barbara, die Mutter von Steffi hatte blonde Haare, mit so viel braun, dass sie gut aussahen.

Nach der Schule gingen wir wieder nach Hause. Unsere Mütter saßen am Küchentisch und sahen zerknittert aus. “Karl, holst du das Bügeleisen, ich hol schon mal das Brett, Wir müssen wieder mal unsere Mütter bügeln, die haben sich wieder die ganze Nacht geliebt und nicht geschlafen. So kann man sie nicht in die Öffentlichkeit lassen.”

Babs sah zu ihrer Tochter “Bügeln, Kind, wenn du wüstest.” Doro sah zu Steffi und mir “Man, war das gestern wieder eine Geschichte. Babs, der Junge war echt einer. Meinst du wirklich?”

“Was, dass er über seine Mutter gesprochen hatte?”

Steffi hatte zu tun, obwohl sie sicher mehr gehört hätte, auch ich musste mich um meine Aufgabe kümmern. Ich scheuchte Mama und Babs aus der Küche “Raus ihr beiden, sonst gibt es euch zum Mittag”

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This story includes themes of first time sex, consensual cuckolding, bi oral, penis size comparison, interracial sex, and breeding and intentional interracial impregnation. If any of these themes would reduce your enjoyment of the story, please click away now.

Everyone having sex in this story is an adult.

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“Tell me again.”

And Ayesha started the story for beyond the hundredth time. Richard loved hearing it and she enjoyed telling it. She’d enjoyed the experience itself more. But she was happy to share it with Richard. He was her husband after all.

“It was my 18th birthday present to myself and from Oliver…” She started.

She described Oliver in relation to herself. Her head didn’t reach his shoulders, which were huge and muscled. Her skin was a dozen shades lighter than his rich onyx tones. They had the same black hair but hers was long and straight, while his was short and tightly curled.

Of course, what Richard really wanted was her description of his cock. He knew it was long and thick while his own had hardly changed when he reached puberty. Richard took an intense pleasure from knowing that Ayesha’s first sexual experience had been with a large man with a large cock.

“He accompanied me to the clinic, so we could both be tested and I could get my prescription.” She continued. “Of course, we were both clean and I took my pill every day. I didn’t want a baby at just 18, especially from a man who could never be with just one woman.”

Of course, what Richard wanted was a woman who’d willingly be with other men. They’d been talking about if for about a year. Ayesha wasn’t opposed to it but wasn’t really sure what was in it for her.

“That first time was so gentle and special. He spent a lot of time of foreplay and he let me go on top, so I had maximum control. It was amazing and I came twice before he filled me with his cum.”

This was Richard’s favourite part of the story. He liked to imagine Oliver’s semen spurting against Ayesha’s cervix and his sperm swimming through the tiny gap in search of her egg. He loved the thought of licking out the remaining cum. And he dreamed about Ayesha’s Bangladeshi belly swelling with Oliver’s black baby.

Oliver had been her first ‒ and, she confided ‒ her best. But she hadn’t slept with another man since they’d got together in the last term of university. She’d had other lovers at university: a handful of one night stands and several boyfriends who’d each lasted several months. But she’d found a soulmate with Richard. A soulmate with minimal manhood and a desire to be cuckolded.

She’d never indulged the desire in reality but they’d fantasised about it since their first bedtime experience. Like Oliver, Richard excelled in foreplay, especially oral. Unlike Oliver, Richard would never be able to get a job as a porn actor. He didn’t have what the audiences wanted.

When she finished the story, Richard enjoyed hearing again how Oliver’s cum leaked into her knickers as she walked home from a long weekend in his bed.

It was Oliver’s offer to all the girls in the area. If they waited until they were 18 then he’d give them an introduction to sex that they’d love for their whole lives.

Not every girl waited but those who did had a very special experience to treasure forever. Not all of them could find the same satisfaction they achieved with Oliver when they found a partner. Oliver’s combination of masculinity and compassion was exceptional. He strived hard to ensure he gave every 18 year old woman an exceptionally enjoyable sexual initiation.

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The next morning, Ayesha was making her daily call to he mum, Fatima. Ayesha felt that she had to keep in contact because she knew that her parents were disappointed that she’d married an English man. They’d have preferred if she’d married a boy from the same part of Bangladesh they’d come from. Or a Bangladeshi boy. Or at least a Muslim boy.

So, the least she could do was keep in contact and reassure them that her life was going well. So, she’d talk about how she’d converted Richard to a vegan diet and was about to be promoted to the management track at work. And her mum would let her know what was going on at the mosque, which meant in the community she cared about.

Ayesha was about five minutes from the office when she noticed a call from Esther and apologised to her mum, saying she had to take a work call. Esther wasn’t work, though. Esther was the girl who’d told her about Oliver. She’d been with him about three months before her. It was a strange connection but they felt a bond that went beyond anything bar marriage.

“I have to tell you something, Ayesha. It’s good news, so don’t worry. But you’ll want to concentrate on it after you hear it, so send me a message for a good time to speak later. We’ll need at least half an hour. Maybe more. And Richard can be on the call.”

Ayesha liked the idea of good news. And good news from Esther would probably not be about career or finding a new home. So her mind was awash with positive possibilities bursa escort all morning, as she explained risk profiles to her manager’s manager.

“You did really well,” Thekla told her when they left the meeting. Thekla was a supportive manager. Ayesha liked the way Thekla’s bronze olive leaf jewellery rested on her olive toned skin. And, of course, Thekla had a golden wedding ring on her left hand. She’d been married for seven years.

“You can be a bit too intense sometimes, which can trigger a VPs’ antenna. But you pulled back there and let the writing do the talking. Really well done. I don’t know what it was but see if you can do that again at the next quarterly update.”

Wow! Who knew that being distracted could have such a positive impact?

As she came back from M&S with her lunch, she arranged for Richard to stay home instead of going to his darts evening. Then, she confirmed to Esther that they’d both be available. She was really distracted and decided that they’d be eating last night’s leftovers instead of cooking.

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“I’m pregnant.” Was the news from Esther, with Joe holding her hand as she gloated it over the video link.

“And the best bit,” Joe continued. “Is that I’m not the father.”

Richard and Joe had never met in person but they both had a lot in common. Well, two things in common. They both celebrated the sexual success of their wives. So far, Ayesha hadn’t cuckolded Richard but Esther and Joe lived in London, which meant access to so much more choice. Joe was pretty smug about how often he was cuckolded.

Ayesha and Richard both congratulated them and wanted to ask for details. But Ayesha squeezed Richard’s hand below the table and took the lead with a question that would let the couple disclose what they wanted in the way they wanted.

“When did you find out?”

“Oh, we knew about a week afterwards. Everything went like we planned.” Esther explained. “But we wanted to wait the normal three months before telling anyone. And we agreed that with Oliver, too.”

“Oliver!?” Both Ayesha and Richard exclaimed.

“Yes. It turns out that he’s moved on from initiations. I think it might have been that no-one was waiting until 18 but I’m not sure. But he’s moved on to offering to sire a baby for couples, now. And he’s giving a preference to women who gave him their virginity. So I called him after Jocelyn told me. He met Joe and me to make sure that Joe was properly enthusiastic. Then we set a time when I was fertile and… Well you can guess the rest.”

The conversation continued for another 40 minutes before Esther and Joe had to go. There was only one topic of conversation that night. And Ayesha ended up with one to-do on her list for the next day. Contact Oliver.

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“Come on down,” he told her when she called. “I want to meet Richard and assure myself that he’s as enthusiastic as you say.”

“He is, I assure you.”

“Ayesha, I have no doubt that you’re telling the truth. But I have to do my own due diligence, don’t I? Your company wouldn’t let you get away without that, would they?”

And Ayesha had to agree. She was confident that Oliver would agree to breed her for Richard. That wasn’t it. She was just too involved. She remembered the fucking from five years before and wanted another four days and nights of exquisite sex ‒ but with the added frisson of it being repro sex and not just for fun.

So, she made arrangements, knowing that Richard would drop any other plans he hadn’t told her about to accommodate a trip to London. A step towards Richard watching her cuckold him. A step towards Oliver giving her a mixed-race baby that everyone would know couldn’t be Richard’s.

She was right. Richard was delighted to adjust his plans so he could meet Oliver.

⁂

“It was Maria who suggested it. Her husband is infertile, so any baby would need another man’s sperm. And when she told him about her first time, he was enthusiastic because it was simpler than going down the IVF route. He didn’t know that he enjoyed being a cuckold. But when he realised it, we incorporated that.”

Ayesha had never heard of Maria before. She knew that Oliver had done very well. He had a strong positive reputation. But she only knew about herself, Esther, Jocelyn, and Lucy. Ayesha was pretty sure that most of the girls were black because most people in the area were black. She was sure that she was the only Bangladeshi girl Oliver had initiated, and Esther was the only Jewish girl.

“Incorporated?” Richard asked.

“It turns out that Adio wanted to participate and Maria was happy to let him.”

“How did he participate?” Richard could feel his cock moving in his pants, though no-one looking would have known as the fabric didn’t need to move out of the way.

“Oh, you know. Pretty standard stuff. He wore a cock cage. He licked me erect and cleaned me up afterwards. And he spent a lot of time cleaning up Maria, too. But only after cleaning me up because he wanted to give bursa eskort my sperm a good head start.”

Richard was as hard as he could get by the end of that list. Ayesha could feel the change in his heart rate as they were holding hands. She turned her head directly towards Richard and asked.

“Is that what you want, Richard? Do you want to wear a cock cage and serve Oliver before and after he breeds me? Do you want to thank him with your mouth when he gives me his baby?”

“Yes.” The sound was like a frog croaking ‒ guttural and stripped of everything bar base honesty.

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That night they discussed the practicalities. They both wanted the sex. And they both wanted a baby fathered by Oliver. But what would the impact be? How would their parents, friends, and even colleagues react?

Ultimately, they decided that it was no-one else’s business. And lots of couples relied on sperm donors nowadays. The main difference was that Richard wasn’t asking Ayesha to let another man breed her because he was infertile. As far as they knew, his boys could swim. They wanted Ayesha and Oliver to cuckold him because Ayesha loved sex with Oliver and he wanted to be a cuckold. And he was very happy to raise a baby fathered by another man, a black man.

They both knew that when Ayesha delivered Oliver’s baby there would be no doubt that he was a happy cuckold.

⁂

In many ways the process was the same as when she’d been 18. The key difference this time was that there was no prescription for the pill. In fact, they had to wait two months to make sure she was fertile again.

The week before they were due to head down to London, Ayesha got more good news. She was now in middle management. She had a team reporting to her and extra income to reflect her expanded responsibility.

That would make it much easier to buy all the stuff a newborn baby needed. But to be born, the baby must first be formed, so she and Richard headed down to Oliver’s house in London.

They’d be spending five days naked. Richard would be wearing his new cock cage but that hardly counted as clothing. Ayesha had wondered if she could bring lingerie but Oliver had said no clothes and she knew he had good instinct. And she liked the idea of being naked, fertile, and available to Oliver for five full days.

So, they just brought the clothes they’d need to go home and toothbrushes.

Oliver made the disrobing formal as they entered the house. He also undressed and Richard was amazed at the size of Oliver’s cock when limp. It was far bigger than his own, even when erect. Even his foreskin was longer. Richard’s only covered half his helmet but Oliver’s had a nice, tight overhang while he was limp.

Richard licked his lips as he imagined the play he’d have with Oliver’s cock before he saw Ayesha fill herself with it. His mouth watered and he nearly dribbled as he imagined the big black cock filling his wife with volley after volley of babymaking sperm for five days.

“Now, Richard,” Oliver commanded. “You may give Ayesha one final kiss on the lips now. Then, you only get to clean up. Your only contact with Ayesha will be to lick up my leftover semen as it leaves her pussy. The next time to get to give her a proper kiss, she should be pregnant with my baby.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Richard replied. He gave Ayesha a tender kiss and told her how much he loved her.

“Now, Ayesha. Are you ready to be black bred?”

“Yes, Sir!” She confirmed. “I want to go home with your baby growing inside me. And I want my husband to watch me orgasm as you put it there. Please, Sir, will you breed me?”

“Yes, Ayesha. I’ll breed you and send you home with a half-black baby in your womb.”

There were smiles all round.

⁂

“On your knees, young man!” Oliver commanded.

Richard knelt down awkwardly, feeling his cock cage encapsulating his tiny throbbing member. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, enjoying Oliver’s manly scent enormously. Then, he gently lifted Oliver’s cock and licked the very tip of his foreskin. He was satisfied as he felt the enormous flesh pipe tremble in his hands as blood rushed towards it.

The gentle oral ministrations continued. Richard licked and sucked the tip of Oliver’s huge member, seeing and feeling it grow and stiffen as he did so. Within a minute or so he could see that Oliver’s helmet was broader than the shaft of his cock. He could also see a small circle of pink as his foreskin was filled with the swelling cock head.

Slowly, he retracted Oliver’s foreskin and sucked his cock head. Oliver’s whole body trembled at that incredibly intimate contact.

Richard knew that the first part of his job was done. He’d confirmed his willingness to have Oliver breed the love of his life by arousing his giant member. Now, he had to stand back and watch as Ayesha opened her legs and welcomed him inside.

Ayesha was lying down on Oliver’s bed. She’d been rubbing herself even before they’d undressed. She’d continued with enthusiasm as Richard fellated Oliver. Now, she called over to Oliver and gave him her command.

“Come here, Oliver. You can’t put a baby in me until you’ve put your cock inside me. I’m unprotected and I’m fertile. So bring me to orgasm and inject me with sperm for the first time in years.”

Oliver liked that command. He only wanted to breed married women who wanted to be bred. And he found married women so much more attractive as mothers for his babies than single women.

After breeding Maria with Adio’s support he’d bred three other black women, before breeding Esther with Joe’s support. Breeding Esther had been more exciting than even breeding Maria, the first married woman he’d impregnated. Adio didn’t look so different to him. Sure, Adio was shorter and a relatively slight man but he they were both black, with grandparents who’d come from the same Caribbean island.

Esther and Joe were white and giving a white woman a black baby was extra special.

Now, with Ayesha and Richard he was giving a married woman with exclusively Bangladeshi heritage a baby. And blond Richard could never be mistaken for the baby’s father, just like ginger Joe couldn’t.

He was helping these couples achieve their cuckolding and breeding goals. But with Esther and now Ayesha he was being far more active in advertising his masculinity. He was confident that more married couples would come to him, seeking breeding. And who knew what the future could bring? Maybe he’d make babies with Korean or Mexican mothers?

These thoughts flashed through his mind as he enjoyed the sight of the glistening light on Ayesha’s wet pubes. And the hint of pink as her delightfully brown lips opened up and showed him the precious areas they’d been protecting.

Getting his magnificent manhood into Ayesha had been a real challenge when she was a virgin 18 year old. She was almost 23 now and had encouraged Richard to play with her with a wide range of dildos, some of which were quite large. Nonetheless, despite everyone’s eagerness and experience, she found his width a challenge once again.

A slow, gentle entrance wasn’t disappointing. It meant more time spent on the act. More pleasure.

So, it took at least five minutes for Oliver to get even half of his considerable pipe inside her. Ayesha was encouraging throughout, vocally calling out her delight. Richard, meanwhile was excitedly silent. He knew that his role was to observe quietly. He had to use his eyes to record the high definition images he’d be rewatching pretty much every day for the rest of his life. He had to make sure he recorded every movement, every sound, as Oliver brought Ayesha to orgasm after orgasm before inseminating, and hopefully impregnating her.

Oliver moved gently and gracefully while he was on top. He didn’t want to risk hurting Ayesha. Then, when Ayesha went on top she moved with abandon. She knew what she could cope with. And what she wanted was to feel Oliver stretching her and bottoming out at her cervix. Finally, after significant effort using muscles she never needed to use with Richard or dildos, she felt Oliver against her cervix.

She stopped.

“You touched my cervix. Now, I want to lie under you. And I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. Make sure you’re touching my cervix with each spurt, please. I want your sperm to be as close as possible to where it has to go. I want your baby, Oliver.”

That was the message he wanted and needed.

They adjusted once more and this time things moved faster. Ayesha was ready. He was ready. It only took a couple more minutes and then he felt his orgasm arrive. He did his best to stay put and splash his black baby making seed against her cervix.

Richard was looking and saw Oliver staying deep. And he could see muscles throbbing as Oliver flooded Ayesha with semen he’d been saving for days.

Ayesha and Oliver hadn’t been counting but Richard had. Eight solid spurts and then a few followup throbs. He was delighted. Slight as any one chance was, one of Oliver’s sperm could find the egg Ayesha was due to produce that day. With luck, this was the moment that ensured he’d be spending the rest of his life raising and supporting another man’s child. He almost fainted with joy.

But he couldn’t because he had responsibilities. First to clean up Oliver and then to clean up Ayesha.

Oliver’s jet black cock was smeared with the shiny white lube Ayesha produced and the remnants of his own semen. Richard was overjoyed to be allowed to taste them both from such a magnificent male organ. He gently licked from the base towards the helmet. He knew that Oliver’s helmet would be the most sensitive and so needed time to rest. But finally, he was almost there.

“May I put your helmet in my mouth, Sir?” He asked, with revence.

“Yes, but be very gentle.”

Oliver felt Richard’s mouth enclosing his helmet. He felt that questing tongue gently gathering the two kinds of juice. And he heard Richard groan with delight as he enjoyed the mixed flavours. Then, he felt Richard’s tongue seeking entry under his foreskin, so no part of his cock was left unwashed by the small blond man’s mouth. It was almost as intense a feeling as when he was inside Ayesha. Fortunately, it was brief and Richard pulled away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes” replied Anjali.

“Yes WHAT?” came the stern response.

“Yes, Mistress” Anji replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you say, slut?” she asked.

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

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

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

Anji stretched her aching limbs and tried to stand up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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