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Vielen Dank an Tom fürs Korrekturlesen und für seine Hilfe bei den Formulierungen. Und nun viel Spaß beim Lesen 🙂

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Nachdem wir eine Runde im Wasser geplanscht hatten, bekamen wir Durst. Es musste schon Mittag sein, so wie mein Magen inzwischen knurrte. Zusammen liefen wir zum Wohnmobil meiner Eltern. Unsere Väter saßen vor dem Wohnmobil und unterhielten sich rege. Doch als sie uns bemerkten, begrüßten sie uns freudig. Unsere Mütter waren wohl noch unterwegs. Ich schaute meinem Vater in die Augen und mir war, als ob ich wilde Lust darin sehen könnte. Aber was sollten wir tun? Wir konnten die drei ja schlecht wegschicken.

Ich stieg ins Wohnmobil. Im Kühlschrank hatten wir noch Mineralwasser. Ich nahm eine Flasche und drei Becher und wir tranken erstmal etwas. Dann schnappte ich uns noch ein paar Kekse und lief mit Marie und Tom wieder zum See zurück. Die Väter begleiteten uns, um auch eine Runde schwimmen zu gehen. Wir alberten dabei herum, und spritzten die alten Männer übermütig voll, was sie quittierten, indem sie versuchten, uns unter Wasser zu drücken. Nach einer Weile spürte ich Maries Vater hinter mir, wie er mich unter Wasser drückte. Ein Kribbeln durchzog meinen Körper. Als ich wieder auftauchte, sah ich, wie mein Vater sich inzwischen an Marie drückte. Ich spritze Maries Vater wieder Wasser ins Gesicht und er griff mich an den Armen. Plötzlich spürte ich etwas an meinem Po. Ich erschrak — war dass eine Erektion? Der Gedanke gefiel mir und ich ließ mich willig unter Wasser drücken. Kurz dachte ich darüber nach, mich zu ihm umzudrehen und einfach seinen Schwanz in die Hand zu nehmen. Aber was würde mein Vater davon halten? Oder Marie und Tom? Ich verwarf den Gedanken. Wir tobten noch ein wenig weiter, ohne das noch etwas aufregendes passierte. Nach einer Weile ließen unsere Väter von uns ab, verließen langsam das Wasser und legten sich auf ihre Decken. Die Geschwister und ich schwammen noch ein wenig und genossen das Wasser.

Wenig später kamen unsere Mütter zurück. Noch angezogen und mit Plastiktaschen in der Hand winkten sie uns zu. Unsere Väter standen auf und liefen ihnen entgegen. So blieben wir drei alleine am See. Naja, alleine stimmte ja nicht: es waren noch andere Gäste da. Ich blickte meinem Vater hinterher — unsere Chance war vertan, das wurde ihm spätestens jetzt auch bewusst. Marie bemerkte wohl meinen Blick. „Da ist aber jemand traurig” zog sie mich auf. Tom schaute verwundert, vermutlich verstand er nicht sofort, worüber Marie sprach.

Zu Abend aßen wir dann bei uns am Wohnmobil zusammen, wie alte Bekannte. Mein Vater sprach davon, dass wir am nächsten Tag weiterziehen würden… wir hatten noch ein Reiseziel, und auch die Rückfahrt nach Hause kam immer näher. Und auch wenn ich am Anfang eigentlich hoffte, dass der Urlaub schnell vorüber sein sollte, so war ich nun doch traurig.

Unsere neuen Freunde verabschiedeten sich, als die Sonne schon lange untergegangen war, und liefen zu ihrem Zelt zurück. Meine Eltern kümmerten sich noch um den Abwasch und räumten auf, während ich mich fürs Bett fertig machte, und in meine Koje hoch kletterte. Recht schnell war ich eingeschlafen.

Später in der Nacht wurde ich wach, als ich meine Eltern wieder hörte. Zum wiederholten Mal vernahm ich das nun schon bekannte, klatschende Geräusch von Haut auf Haut und mir war klar, dass sie miteinander schliefen. Kein Wunder, mein Vater musste ja immer noch aufgegeilt vom Morgen gewesen sein… und ich merkte, wie ich mich nach seinem Schwanz sehnte. Das Zwischenspiel mit Tom war zwar nett, aber eben kein Ersatz für ihn. Ich fühlte, wie ich eifersüchtig auf meine Mutter war. Die beiden nun zu beobachten, war für mich gerade nicht reizvoll, aber vor den Geräuschen konnte ich mich nicht wirklich verstecken. Ich hörte das Seufzen meiner Mutter und wünschte mir dass ich es wäre. Das Klatschen wurde härter und Schneller. Dann fingen beide an lauter zu stöhnen, und ich konnte mir vorstellen wie der Schwanz meines Vaters gerade seinen Samen in die Höhle meiner Mutter ergoss. Dann wurde es ruhiger, und ich schlief wieder ein.

Als ich wieder erwachte, war die Sonne gerade erst dabei, aufzugehen. Ich kletterte aus meiner Koje und verließ das Wohnmobil — meine Eltern schliefen noch. Eine Runde zu schwimmen — das war jetzt genau das richtige. Ich wanderte Ankara escort zum See — auf dem Zeltplatz war noch alles ruhig. Dort angekommen, sprang ich direkt ins Wasser. Das tat gut. Vom Wasser aus konnte ich die ersten anderen Camper sehen, die über den Platz schlenderten. Nach einer Weile verließ ich das Wasser wieder und schlenderte zu unserem Wohnmobil zurück. Meine Eltern waren inzwischen wach und beim Frühstücken. Ich setzte mich dazu und aß ein wenig.

Danach bauten wir das Vorzelt ab, und begannen, alles einzupacken. Als wir damit fertig waren, kamen unsere Freunde noch einmal vorbei, zum Abschied. Marie hatte mir auf einem Zettel ihre eMail-Adresse mitgebracht. Bei der Gelegenheit stellten wir fest, das wir uns nie gefragt hatten wo wir denn wohnten. Knapp 100 Kilometer trennten uns, was Besuche zumindest möglich machte, wenn auch nicht einfach, da wir beide kein Auto hatten. Zum Abschied umarmten wir uns alle noch einmal, dann fuhren wir los. Wieder komplett gekleidet zu sein, war schon ein komisches Gefühl nach den Tagen der Nacktheit. Ich wäre gerne noch ein wenig auf diesem besonderen Zeltplatz geblieben, aber mein Vater wollte unbedingt noch eine Stadt sehen und in zwei Tagen mussten wir auch den Heimweg antreten.

Einen richtigen Zeltplatz fanden wir für unsere letzte Station leider nicht, aber das war nicht schlimm. Die nächsten zwei Tage wanderten wir ausgiebig durch die Stadt und schauten uns eine Menge an. Nach den Tagen auf dem Zeltplatz war das sogar eine recht angenehme Abwechslung. Mein Vater nutze jede Gelegenheit, mich zu umarmen oder einen Klaps auf meinen straffen Po zu geben. Wenn er mich ansah, konnte ich seine Lust auf mich in seinen Augen erkennen und es ging mir genauso. Aber im Moment gab es keine Möglichkeit, ihr nachzugeben.

Dann kam die Rückfahrt zwei Tage später. Wir starteten recht spät, die Sonne ging schon unter. Vier Stunden Fahrt lagen vor uns, extrem langweilig. Meine Eltern teilten sich üblicherweise die langen Fahrten auf. Die ersten zwei Stunden fuhr deshalb mein Vater, dann machten wir an einer Raststätte eine Pause und meine Eltern wechselten. Ich setzte mich wieder nach hinten und wollte mir in meinem Laptop ein paar Filme anschauen. Vater war recht müde, und da Mama sich auskannte, schlug sie vor, dass er sich zu mir nach hinten setzen sollte, um sich auszuruhen. Gesagt, getan. Vater setzte sich zu mir nach hinten und Mutter nach vorne ans Steuer. Inzwischen war es stockdunkel, daher zogen wir den Vorhang zum Fahrerraum zu. Auch wenn wir nur ein schwaches Licht angemacht haben, so störte es meine Mutter doch beim Fahren, da es draußen ja schon stockdunkel war. Sie hatte das Radio eingeschaltet, das entspannte sie immer beim Fahren, wie sie meinte.

Nachdem wir wieder auf der Autobahn unterwegs waren, lehnte mein Vater sich entspannt zurück und schloss die Augen. Mit der Radiomusik um die Ohren war es auch schwierig, dem Film auf meinem Laptop zu folgen. Und ich hatte nur einen Kopfhöreranschluss. Ich lehnte mich an meinen Vater an. Als er meinen Kopf an seiner Schulter spürte, legte er seinen Arm um mich. Ich schaute zu ihm auf, sah in seine Augen. Unsere Lippen näherten sich, wir küssten uns. Ich fühlte seine Hand, die unter meinem T-Shirt über meinen Bauch wanderte.

Mein Körper begann, zu kribbeln. Gut, dass Mama den Vorhang zugezogen hatte. Ich setzte mich auf Papas Beine, ihm zugewandt. Er nahm meinen Kopf in seine Hände und wir küssten uns weiter. Oh, wie sehr ich es genoss! Seine Hände strichen über meine Schultern und über meinen Rücken. Das Kribbeln wurde immer stärker. Er wanderte mit seinen Händen unter mein T-Shirt, und bevor ich etwas sagen konnte, zog er es mir über den Kopf. Ich trug keinen BH an dem Abend, und sofort begann er, leidenschaftlich meine Brüste zu küssen. Oh wie wundervoll! Ich spüre seine Lippen an meinen Knospen, genoss das Gefühl. Meine Mutter am Steuer des Wohnmobils, keine zwei Meter entfernt, hatte ich längst ausgeblendet. Gut dass das Radio so laut war, dachte ich mir. Vaters Hände wanderten über meinen Rücken, eine Hand verschwand in meiner knappen Hose und ich spürte sie an meinem Po. Jede Berührung zog Schauer durch meinen ganzen Körper. Ich spürte die Lust in mir. Die Lust, ihn ganz zu spüren. Alles andere war mir nun egal.

Ich löste mich von ihm, stellte mich vor ihn auf und schaute in seine Escort Ankara Augen. Mit einer kurzen Handbewegung hatte ich auch schon meine Hose geöffnet und mitsamt meinem Slip nach unten gezogen. Völlig nackt setzte ich mich mit gespreizten Beinen wieder auf Vaters Beine. Wir küssten uns wieder, während Papas Hand direkt zwischen meine Pobacken fuhr. Gar nicht zögerlich, sondern sehr zielsicher. Ich spürte seine Finger an meiner zarten Spalte und zitterte. Fühlte, wie ein Finger von ihm langsam in meinen Schlitz eindrang. Oh ja — ich krallte mich an meinem Vater fest. Sein Finger war inzwischen vollständig in mich eingedrungen. Ich lehnte mich ein wenig zurück, und er glitt feucht heraus. Papa war immer noch vollständig angezogen, das musste sich jetzt ändern! Ich öffnete den Kopf an seiner Hose. Langsam zog ich den Reißverschluss auf. Die große Beule ließ mich seinen großen Schwanz schon erwarten. Papa stemmte sich auf der Sitzbank mit seinen Händen ab und ich zog seine Hosen ein Stück herunter. Sein steifer Schwanz sprang mir erwartungsvoll entgegen. Den wollte ich spüren! Jetzt!

„Alles klar bei euch?” MAMA! Ich erschrak. „Ja, alles klar. Brauchst du was?” fragte ich geistesgegenwärtig. Das Herz schlug mir bis zum Hals! Oh mein Gott, wenn sie mich jetzt so sehen würde, wie ich nackt auf Papas Schoß sitze, seinen pochenden Schwanz direkt vor mir — ging es mir durch den Kopf. Papa schaute mich an, fasste mich an meinem Po und zog mich zu seinem Schwanz hin. Ich verging fast vor Erregung, fühlte seine dicke Eichel an meiner Spalte. „Nein, alles gut. Schläft Papa?” „Ja” antwortete ich mit letzter Kraft, und direkt danach fühlte ich meinen Vater in mich eindringen. Oh ja — er schläft mit mir — fuhr es mir durch den Kopf. Ich fühlte, wie sein harter Schwanz mich ganz ausfüllte. Langsam bewegte ich mich auf und ab und begann, meinen Vater zu reiten. Dabei küsste er weiter meine straffen Brüste. Es dauerte gar nicht lange, und mein Körper spannte sich immer mehr an. Ich biss meinen Vater in die Schulter, als mich ein wundervoller Orgasmus erlöste, während sich im selben Moment mein Vater mich an sich presste. Und noch während sich meine triefende Höhle zuckend um seinen Schwanz verkrampfte, fühlte ich, wie er seinen Samen in mich hineinspritzte. Ein vollkommener Moment….

Wir blieben noch eine Weile so eng umschlungen sitzen. Schließlich richtete ich mich auf. Sein schlaffer, nasser Schwanz glitt aus meiner Spalte. Weißer Samen tropfte aus meiner Höhle. Verhütung — Fehlanzeige. Wieder einmal.

Ich zog mich leise wieder an, mein Vater folgte meinem Beispiel. Wir setzten uns neben einander – beide immer noch schwer atmend. In seinem Armen schlief ich ein, mit dem Gedanken, wieder den Samen meines Vaters in mir zu haben. Ich wurde erst wieder wach, als wir zuhause angekommen waren, und mein Vater mich sanft weckte. Wir beschlossen, nicht erst noch auszupacken, sondern gleich nach oben in unsere Betten hinaufzugehen und uns auszuschlafen.

Endlich wieder eine Nacht in meinem eigenen Bett! Ich schlief tief und fest und wachte ausgeruht am nächsten Tag auf. Abends hatte ich mich nur schnell ausgezogen und nackt ins Bett geworfen, also zog ich ein Nachthemd darüber und verließ mein Zimmer. Meine Eltern waren schon wach, als ich in die Küche kam. Nach einem gemütlichen Frühstück, fingen wir an das Wohnmobil auszuräumen. Da es immer noch hochsommerlich warm war, hatte ich mir nur ein T-Shirt und Leggins angezogen.

Meine Mutter hatte schon die ganzen Hand- und Badetücher am Morgen herausgeholt und eine Waschmaschine angeworfen. Aber es war ja doch eine Menge anderer Kram für den Urlaub zusammen gekommen. Nach einer Stunde hatten wir aber wieder alle Sachen in der Wohnung. Ein Riesenberg Schmutzwäsche lag im Keller im Waschraum und meine Mutter holte sich erstmal ihr Putzzeug — schließlich wollten wir das Wohnmobil noch am Abend unserem Onkel zurück geben. Sie bat mich, mich um die Wäsche zu kümmern, da die erste Ladung fast fertig sein müsste.

Ich ging in den Waschkeller hinunter. Die Restzeitanzeige stand auf 15 Minuten, die Maschine war gerade am spülen. Also begann ich schon mal, die Wäsche zu sortieren. Nach ein paar Minuten kam mein Vater herein. Ich bemerkte ihn erst gar nicht und erschrak, als ich ihn dann im Augenwinkel in der Tür stehen sah. Wie lange hatte er mich wohl schon Escort Bayan beobachtet?

„Kann ich dir helfen?” fragt er. „Nee, die Maschine ist noch nicht durch und ich sortiere schon mal”. Mein Vater kam auf mich zu und nahm mich in den Arm. „Gestern das war wunderschön” fing er an. Ich schaute in seine Augen. „Ja. Aber Papa du weißt…” „Ja, du verhütest nicht. Tut mir leid mein Schatz. Ich werde später Kondome besorgen, natürlich nur wenn du das willst.” Es schaute mich fragend an. „Und Mama?” stellte ich die Frage der Fragen. Papa wurde nachdenklich. „Sie darf es nie erfahren. Das ist nur etwas zwischen uns. Ich weiß, dass es falsch ist.” Ich nickte. Ich dachte darüber nach, es hier und jetzt zu beenden. Aber in seinen Armen? Das konnte ich nicht. Zu sehr sehnte ich mich schon wieder nach seiner warmen Haut. Nach seinen lustvollen Blicken und seinen Schwanz in meiner Höhle. Ich schloss die Augen und legte meinen Kopf auf seine Brust. Er streichelte sanft meinen Rücken.

Ich drückte mich fest an ihn, und konnte schon wieder eine Beule in seiner Hose spüren. Er war offensichtlich schnell erregt. Aber wir konnten doch unmöglich hier… obwohl? Mama war ja oben im Wohnmobil beschäftigt. Ich fasste meinen Vater an seinen Hintern und drückte ihn sanft. Offensichtlich gefiel ihm das, ich fühlte seine Hände meinen Rücken hinunterlaufen und ohne zu zögern verschwanden sie in meiner Leggins. Seine Hände packten meinen nackten Po. „Hier?” fragte ich unsicher. „Hier!” antwortet mein Vater ohne Spuren von Zweifel. „Dreh dich um”. Mir kam gar nicht in den Sinn, ihm zu widersprechen und ich drehte mich um. Vor mir stand die Waschmaschine, die offensichtlich gerade am abpumpen war. Ich fühlte eine Hand in meinen Rücken, die mich ein Stück nach vorne schob und herunter drückte. Die harte Waschmaschine drückte an meinem Bauch. Papa zog meine Hose mit einem Rutsch bis zu meinen Knien herunter. Ich spürte meine Erregung wachsen. Würde er mich hart von hinten nehmen?

Ich spürte seinen Schwanz an meinem Steißbein. Offensichtlich stand ich etwas zu tief für ihn. Aber dann spürte ich auch schon seine Hände an meiner Hüfte, wie sie mich anhoben und noch ein wenig nach vorn dirigierten. Ich lag mit dem Oberkörper flach auf der Waschmaschine und fühlte deutlich die Vibrationen der Pumpe. Aber dieses Gefühl wurde von einem viel stärkeren Gefühl überdeckt: von Papas Schwanz, der langsam aber fordernd in mich eindrang. Das Gefühl war wunderbar. Papa ließ meine Hüfte aber nicht los, sondern hielt mich weiter fest, während er seinen Schwanz wieder heraus zog und erneut zustieß. Oh ja, ich spürte seine Kraft! Die Maschine unter mir begann zu vibrieren. Der Schleudergang — schoss es mir durch den Kopf. Meinen Vater schien es nicht zu stören, er stieß immer wieder und immer härter in meine nun völlig nasse Höhle. An meinen Brüsten konnte ich durch den dünnen T-Shirt-Stoff die Vibration der Waschmaschine spüren. Oh jaaa! Weiter! Das Becken meines Vaters stieß gegen meinen Po stoßen. Weiter! Meine Erregung wuchs ins Unermessliche. Die Waschmaschine schleuderte inzwischen auf voller Stufe und mein ganzer Körper wurde von den kleinen aber feinen Vibrationen erfasst. Papas Griff wurde fester. Offensichtlich würde es nicht mehr lange dauern. Es stieß immer fester zu und ich spürte, wie sich mein Unterkörper langsam versteifte, wie sich wieder ein wundervoller Orgasmus in mir anbahnte. Ich fühlte die Welle schon kommen, und hielt den Atem an. Papa stöhnte hinter mir auf. „Papa” keuchte ich. „Nicht spritzen” Aber es war wohl schon zu spät. Er stieß noch einmal zu, stöhnte ein letztes Mal laut auf und hielt mich fest. Oh nein, er würde doch nicht wieder in mich…? Da erreichte mich die Welle meines Orgasmus und riss meine Gedanken hinfort. Ich konnte auch nur noch stöhnen, als sich mein Körper verkrampfte. Das Bild vor Augen, wie mein Papa mich besamte, gab mir den Rest. Wie in Trance fühlte ich, dass mein Vater mich langsam los ließ. Sein Schwanz aus meiner Muschi flutschte.

Ich glitt von der Waschmaschine herunter und drehte mich auf wackeligen Beinen zu meinem Vater um. Er stand mit heruntergelassener Hose da. Sein Schwanz hing erschlafft an ihm herunter. Voll mit seinem Samen und meinem Lustsaft. „Tut mir leid, mein Schatz” antwortete er traurig. Ich schaute an mir herunter und sah seinen Samen aus mir heraus laufen. Schnell nahm ich eins der ohnehin dreckigen Handtücher, um mich trocken zu wischen. „Einmal mehr oder weniger…” antwortete ich gedankenverloren. Vater zog sich wieder an. „Ich schau mal, was Mama macht”. Dann verließ er die Waschküche. Die Waschmaschine war inzwischen fertig. Ich zog mich wieder an und kümmerte mich um die Wäsche.

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The sea was flat the suns reflection bouncing of its calmness the heat penetrating onto my back, time to turn I shuffled my body so my naked skin would not touch the scorching sand, I looked over at Linda and Julie they had both fallen asleep, ” hey guy’s wake up you’ll burn,” I nudged Julie with my elbow, she sat up, “ouch, oh that’s interesting,” Julie whispered, part of her buttock had touched the sand. Julie turned to Linda and spoke “hey I bet you I can sit on the hot sand longer than you can?” ” your on replied” Linda. Both women placed their naked arses gently on the sand, I laughed as they both wiggled their cheeks side-to-side trying to avoid the heat from the sand. ” That’s cheating, sit down properly the both of you,” I chortled, both women pushed their arses firmly into the sand, Julie held her breath and Linda bit her lip, they couldn’t take it much longer I thought.

Linda jumped up and ran down to the water, the echoes of bitch leaving her mouth Julie quickly followed, they sat in the shallows whooshing their bums in the water, cooling them down. Julie and Linda played in the water for hours petting each other, splashing and laughing, diving in between each other’s legs and hoisting each other into the air. The sun was setting and I called out that I would venture back to the house and organise dinner. I pulled the cork out of the wine, the sun had almost gone Julie and Linda were still on the beach deep in conversation, their hands gesturing that the subject was an interesting one, I rang the bell they both looked up gathered their gear and headed back towards the house still continuing the conversation.

The mood for dinner seemed solemn, Julie and Linda were very quiet, the sun and sea must have taking out the sting I thought. After dinner Julie said she was taking a shower and asked if I wanted to join her. The cool water cascading over our bodies felt great, it was nice to escape the heat. ” I need to ask you something Peter,” Julie said. “Sure, what is it?” Julie explained to me that Linda was intrigued about how turned on Julie became having her arsed pained, and that Linda had admitted that the hot sand stinging her own arse had made her wet, I listened closely,

“She escort bursa wants to experience the feeling of the pain and pleasure,” Julie explained. “No problem, Ill sleep in one of the others rooms for the night,” I replied. ” Peter you don’t understand, I told her you had to do it that way she would feel what I felt, will you do it?” My eyes widened and I kissed Julie my hands wandering down to her pussy, “that’s a yes then I take it, I am glad I told Linda you would.” Julie pulled my hand from her shaved love mound, “now stop that you need to conserve you energy for later tonight.”

Julie was in the bedroom setting things up, Linda and I sat at the dinner table not speaking, the atmosphere was a little awkward, we had shared great sexual pleasures, however it had been the three of us, now Linda and I would be alone together sharing in an intimate journey, one which she would lay her trust in me. “Ready,” Julie called out, Linda looked at me her pupils wide her eyes searching into me, I felt they were touching my soul, it was the first time I had seen Linda timid, almost nervous, I held out my hand and led Linda up the stairs into the bedroom.

Julie had laid out an arrangement of whips across the bed along with two silk scarves, we walked into the room, the door closing behind us, and I could hear Julie walking back down the stairs. Linda pulled the clip from her head releasing her long red hair, ” if you don’t want to do this,” I started to say, Linda placed a finger over her lips “sshh, I want to,” Linda responded, she removed her clothes and climbed onto the bed on all fours. I tied her hands with the silk scarfs and attached the other ends to the bed posts pulling her arms tight, this forced Linda’s head down and her arse to push up, my eyes looked over the assortment of whips, I picked up the riding crop, this will do it I thought.

Thwack.

“Oh fuck that hurt,” Linda shouted.

I whacked the crop across her arse again and again, Linda lifted her head with each stroke gritting her teeth, holding her cries from coming out. My strokes had been short and swift, I wanted to ease Linda into it slowly, and now I pulled my arm back and drew the eskort bursa crop harder and longer against her silky arse, once, twice, three times, tears started to run down Linda’s face, ” are you okay? Ill stop.” I implied, Linda lifted her head and looked at me staring deep into my eyes, her mascara trickling down her face, her red lipstick smudged, “no I want you to do me like you do Julie,” she whimpered.

I knew Julie had explained what Linda would experience and how the mind would give in and let the pleasure take over; I hoped this would happen soon.

I started again this time cropping Linda’s thighs, moving the pain across her body would help her deal with it better, I thought. I then went back to her red arse, hitting the crop against it with more force on every stroke, Linda moaned, she had moved into the pleasure zone. I could see her pouting lips moisten and she pushed her arse out towards the heavens, I ran the crop along Linda’s ever dampening pussy, she clenched her cheeks trying desperately to clamp hold of the end of crop with her lips, she spread her knees out further wanting the crop to touch as much of her swollen cunt as possible, all this did was expose her more to me. I flicked the crop against her protruding clit she wallowed we ecstasy. Linda pulled against her restraints and lifted her head, ” whip me, whip my clit harder,” she pleaded, I took the crop and spanked Linda’s pearl harder with each whack, the noise of the leather against her sopping wetness overcame Linda and she buried her face deep into the pillows screaming for more as her pussy convulsed from the rushing orgasm that had crept upon her.

I positioned myself behind her and parted her lips with my cock running it along the entire length of her slippery pussy, I touched her sensitive clit with the top of my manhood, Linda quivered at its contact, I entered her hot, tight, contracting love hole, her wetness causing slushing sounds to occur as I slowly moved back and forth inside her. Linda’s hands, arms and legs were trembling, I did not know how much more she could take of this, I grabbed her long straight red hair and pulled at it hard, wrenching her head upwards bringing her concentration back to the lust, I increased my deepness into her, and pounded her now welted arse cheeks, she moved her hips in time with my thrusts, she had recovered, I fucked her harder and harder, her cunt tightening with each stroke, she begged me to release her hand so she could satisfy her want, I ignored her pleas and kept drilling my hard cock deeper into her . Linda’s hips involuntary bucked as I drained my last drop of jism into her.

” Untie me,” she shouted, I released Linda’s hands from the silk scarfs she unceremoniously pulled my dick out from her and plunged her hand down to her pussy she frantically rubbed at her clit, ” oh this is fucking intense” she screamed, her arse humping fresh air as her body writhed on the bed, her fingers plucking at her erect clit, her other hand pulling at her mangled red hair, “fuck, fuck, fuck, oh Jesus,” Linda collapsed onto the bed, she suckled her fingers, her hips slowly pushing her groin into the bed.

Moments had passed and Linda seemed to have grasped control of her body again.

There was a knock on the door, Julie entered, she had brought some ice and moisturiser with her, Julie looked at Linda who was sitting on the edge of the bed Linda’s face was flushed from all the love making. “Lay on your tummy,” Julie said to Linda, “you will need this.” Linda obeyed Julie and laid on the bed, Julie ran an ice cube over Linda’s reddened arse cheeks, “oh that feels so good,” Linda announced, I watched Julie sooth Linda’s soreness, running ice over Linda’s flesh cupping the cubes over Linda’s still swollen red pussy, the relief could be seen in Linda’s face, once Julie had finished with the ice she dried Linda off and tenderly and rubbed the moisturiser into the welts on Linda’s buttocks.

I was spent and very tired, I wanted to rest, but I couldn’t leave, I was enjoying Julie’s tenderness and caring. Linda’s eyes were closed and I could sense it wouldn’t be long before she was asleep, Julie placed the top on the cream and then with one almighty smack draw her hand across Linda’s arse, it was hard forcing Linda’s cheeks to clap together, Linda jumped out of her skin ” there you go honey, all done.” Julie laughed. ” Ill get you for that bitch,” Linda shouted as she leapt up and chased Julie out of the bedroom down the hallway, I climbed onto the bed and could hear the girls laughing and chatting as I drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued…

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Mein Vater Stefan ist 49 Jahre alt. Er ist Vorstandsmitglied bei einer mittelständischen Biomarktkette, weswegen wir uns hauptsächlich von Bioprodukten ernähren. Mein Vater ist Veganer, er hat aber kein Problem ataşehir escort damit wenn wir Fleisch essen obwohl es früher anders war. Seit 20 Jahren ist er mit meiner Mutter Daniela verheiratet. Manchmal kommt es einem zwar vor als wären sie frisch verliebt, aber irgendwie wirken sie doch wie typische Eheleute mit zwei Kindern. Ihm ist unsere Bildung sehr wichtig. Auch, dass wir nach unserer Schulzeit studieren ist für ihn sehr wichtig. Insgesamt ist er ein toller Vater mit viel Verständnis für mich und Cassandra.

Meine Mutter Daniela ist 46 Jahre alt. Sie ist Lehrerin in einer Berufsschule für kaufmännische Berufe. Bevor sie meinen Vater kennenlernte lebte sie auf dem Land. Oft arbeitete sie während ihrer Kindheit und auch während ihres Studiums auf dem Hof ihrer Eltern. Sie ist der Meinung, dass wir es als Kinder viel zu gut haben. Irgendwie verständlich wenn man es kennt, immer wieder den Eltern auf dem Hof helfen zu müssen. Wo wir noch Kinder waren litt sie an Krebs und niemand glaubte so recht daran, dass sie den Krebs besiegt. Jedoch schaffte sie es und hat mittlerweile neue Lebensenergie getankt und lässt uns daran teilhaben, weswegen wir einen tollen Familienzusammenhalt haben.

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Wie erwähnt wohnen wir in einer Maisonette Wohnung in einer Großstadt. Unten ist der allgemeine Lebensbereich für alle sowie das Schlafzimmer unserer Eltern. Oben ist der Bereich für mich und Cassandra, wir haben eine gemeinsame Sitzecke sowie eigene Zimmer und ein extra Badezimmer, welches nur wir benutzen. Der Alltag ist bei uns zwar geregelt, ataşehir escort bayan dennoch sehr locker. Ich bin Frühaufsteher, während meine Schwester gerne etwas länger schläft. Deswegen bin ich morgens immer der Erste im Bad, ehe ich dann frühstücke während meine Schwester um 07:15 aufsteht und ins Bad geht. Um 07:45 gehen wir gemeinsam zur Schule, welche knapp zehn Minuten entfernt ist. Meistens haben wir nicht gemeinsam Schulschluss, weswegen wir meistens nicht zusammen nach Hause gehen. Weil unsere Eltern beide arbeiten, verpflegen wir uns nach der Schule selber mit Essen. Weil ich gerne koche, hat meine Schwester einen Luxus nichts selber machen zu müssen. Wenn meine Freundin im Land ist, dann bin ich die längeren Nachmittage meistens bei ihr, aktuell verbringe ich die Zeit zuhause mit zocken oder lernen oder treffe mich mit Freunden. Cassandra ist manchmal mit ihren Freundinnen unterwegs oder malt und liest den ganzen Tag. Abends essen wir meistens zusammen mit unseren Eltern, danach verbringen alle den Abend für sich. An Wochenenden haben wir samstags Zeit für verschiedenes, sonntags ist bei uns Familientag, wo wir Ausflüge etc. machen.

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61

Lydia made a show of welcoming me inside and leading me to her kitchen, as though nothing was out of the ordinary. She pointed out the food that we needed to carry over, as well as some special spice mixes for it, to be brushed on while I grilled.

We got everything arranged on a couple of full trays, but then Lydia paused.

“Today was your appointment, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress, it was,” I answered.

“Charlotta is wonderful, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Mistress. She was quite amazing and intense.”

There was a hum, but this time it was Lydia’s phone. She quickly looked down to check it, then smiled as she read a message.

“I need you to turn, bend over the kitchen island there, and loosen your belt,” she said, without explanation.

One look made it clear she was not kidding. I turned, opened my belt, and started to lean forwards. She came right up behind me and without ceremony or comment, she reached around and tugged my jeans and underwear down to my knees. She used her feet to guide my legs as wide as they would go.

With her cold soft fingers, she reached for the base of the plug inside me. Given its size, it took some tugging and twisting for her to get my body to release it, and I moaned as the widest part of it stretched me. I felt so open and empty and pathetically stretched wide… but only for a moment. The tip of the toy never left me and, after a moment or two, she just thrust the thing back inside.

“You can get dressed again,” she said. “Liam just wanted to be sure how big it was. He said once he’s done fucking Cheryl’s ass, he wanted her plugged just as full as you were.”

She went right back to her preparations. I pulled myself back together and stood up, feeling her words and the whole situation sink over me. The words I’d spoken to Mistress Charlotta were true. It wasn’t just that I would give my marriage to Liam — it seemed that I already had.

Lydia didn’t mention it again, so neither did I. We both just went about our business like we were two good friends and neighbours, preparing a barbeque. We took our time but after a while, everything was ready and there was nothing to do but head back.

When we returned to my back hard, through the fence gate, Liam and Cheryl were gone. We both knew where they were, and neither of us mentioned it, though Lydia was smiling rather widely.

“Do you think you’ll go see Charlotta again,” Lydia asked, once we were settled in our seats again, our drinks back in our hands.

I couldn’t help but look around, to make sure we were truly still alone, even though everyone knew how I’d spent my afternoon. It was becoming more challenging to keep track of who was supposed to know what, and how they knew.

“I’m… I’m not sure. It was intense and powerful, but I think the focus still became on Master, and about what that might mean for the future,” I answered, trying to figure things out for myself at the same time as forming the words to reply.

“Well, you’re fortunate in that sense,” she said.

“Am I?” I asked. “Why is that?”

“Oh Crissy, don’t you understand? I’m sure that Liam has talked about this with you. These choices, these hard decisions about your future and your relationships and what to do… They aren’t yours to make anymore. Liam makes them for you. All you have to do is obey and focus on pleasing him. Pleasure him and, when he chooses, those others he places in your life. That’s all.”

I looked at her, feeling stunned. I felt a tingling heat rising up from my chest slowly until it seemed to consume my whole head.

“Do you… do you really… do you really think that’s true?” I stammered.

“Crissy, answer this one question as fast as you can, without thinking. Ready?”

“Yes,” I said, staring at her.

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.”

My answer came out and sort of surprised even me.

“Are you having amazing sex?”

“Yes.”

“Are you successful?”

“Yes.”

Lydia’s smile covered her entire face.

“And right now, my husband is in your house, railing your pretty bride in the ass. Between my husband and me, we’ve given her more pure pleasure and more orgasms than she’s had in years. She loves you, sweetie, but trust me, she’s happier now too.”

“I… I don’t know… I still don’t know…” I felt so unsure as I tried to speak.

“Tell me, Crissy,” Lydia purred.

“I still don’t know if she’s going to accept me. Like this. As Liam wants me.”

Lydia reached out and held my hand.

“I don’t know either. I think that you’ve been released to change a lot in the last few weeks. I know that Cheryl has too. I can tell you, and I’m not just saying this because I’m fucking him, that I can’t think of anyone better to place this problem with than Liam. You’ve trusted him with everything else. Trust him with this.”

Her hand was warm and her touch was kind.

“If it helps,” she continued, “You don’t have any other choice.”

There was a beat of silence, and then something let go and I just started Ankara escort laughing. Lydia’s eyes lit up and she started giggling right along with me. The release felt incredible and the tension seemed to evaporate from me.

“Did I miss a joke?” Liam asked, appearing within the opening sliding door.

“Not at all, baby,” answered Lydia.

“Excellent,” he said. “You can fire up the grille… Cheryl will be back down in a minute. She’s just… freshening up.”

“Of course, Master,” I said, and jumped to my feet.

I got things fired up and heated, and I was laying the meat on the sizzling grille when Cheryl returned to join the group of us. There was a rosy glow in her cheeks and I couldn’t help but think about the plug that was almost surely stuffed inside her, perhaps sealing Liam’s load of cum inside. We were quite a pair.

She was nervous too, and it took a while before she seemed comfortable looking me in the eye. I was still feeling the release of the laughter and the strange wisdom of Lydia’s advice, so everything seemed okay. I just talked and laughed and joked like I was with my best friends and, in time, Cheryl seemed to become herself again as well.

We ate well and drank generously and laughed joyfully. The night went on long, long after the sun went down and the patio lanterns glowed in their happy colours. The hours were getting small when Cheryl eased over to me and spoke softly into my ear, her words covered by the sounds of the music that we’d started playing.

“I really want to hear about your session,” she said, “but Lydia asked me to spend the night. Is that too much?”

I wanted to talk to her too, even without knowing what to say. Part of me just wanted to hold her in my arms for hours. Surrender, however, was becoming my mantra.

“It’s not too much. Not at all. Go ahead, have fun. I’m beat anyways, and I’ll likely pass out as soon as I stop. You go, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

She kissed me with a lingering kiss and then I saw her disappear with Lydia through the gate in the dim light. They were holding hands.

I stood as Liam did, and he helped me pack things up for a moment.

“You had a good day today, Crissy. You did well. Lydia and I also appreciate that you’re helping to make things easier for Cheryl as she deals with all of these new feelings.”

“Of course, Master,” I said.

Lydia’s words kept resonating, that my only responsibility was to please him.

“You will keep the plug in until morning and, since we know how excited having your ass filled makes you, you will go in and cage yourself before bed too. Sleep in the guest room.”

“Yes, Master,” I answered.

I finished cleaning up, outside and in, and then fetched a chastity cage from my room in the basement. I locked myself up as instructed. The house felt very quiet and empty but I still covered myself up as I moved through the house, rather than just walking to the guest room naked and caged.

As it turned out, I truly was exhausted, mentally and physically. Alone, under the cool, soft sheets, feeling the presence of my Master’s chosen toys on me and in me, I fell quickly into a deep sleep.

I was actually surprised by how late it was when I woke up. It was nearly 10 and I’d slept in for the first time in a long time. I got up quietly, feeling happy and refreshed. I moved quietly as I left the bedroom, but a quick check let me know that Cheryl was not home.

I decided to start my day with a long hot shower, taking time to touch up my grooming as best I could around the cage, and to ease the plug out in the steamy warmth. Even so, tugging the large toy out made me ache and moan out loud. Feeling my body’s warmth lingering in the steel toy always felt so powerful.

After the shower, I dried off and put everything away, including a brief trip downstairs to put away the cleaned plug. I never got used to the wicked brilliance of the little, secret fortress that Liam had created there.

Back upstairs, I made a pot of coffee and ate a light breakfast, cleaning up as I went. There wasn’t always a lot of time to take care of things around the house, and even less lately, as my new schedule was more and more unpredictable. With those thoughts in mind, I set about tidying and cleaning, taking care of both bathrooms and the kitchen before I finally received a message from Liam.

Attached to his message were three images, all of me, taken during the session with Mistress Charlotta. The first was of me when I was standing in a displayed posture in the collar and cuffs. The second was of me kneeling, blindfolded, my hand outstretched and holding Charlotta’s discarded skirt and vest. The third was of me in my full drag outfit, with the dildo in my mouth, servicing it to amuse her.

I wondered why he had sent those to me while at the same time almost terrified to know the answer.

“These are just three of many photographs from your amazing session yesterday. Cheryl is still a little tied up this Escort Ankara morning, but when she arrives home and you two find time to talk about the session, you are going to pick two of these to show her. It is time for her to understand the things that arouse you and why. Do your best to explain your emotions, and trust in her to listen to them.”

I sank into a chair, reading his message over and over, and then looking at the photos, trying to imagine which would be the least terrifying to talk about. The first photo was perhaps the simplest, as it showed just my helpless submission, held by the cuffs and displayed. I could talk for hours about how that kind of objectification turned me on. What was visible in that photo that I couldn’t quite explain was something Charlotta had pointed out — the changes to my body were becoming visible.

That left the other two. Kneeling naked and holding the clothes, that wasn’t that bad… I mean, it was just submission and service. The last photo, however, brought up things like sissification, humiliation, and even bisexuality.

I tried to calm down. Maybe Liam was right, and I could trust her. She had been doing her own explorations lately, and she was the one who had sent me there. She must have read these kinds of things on the list of offered activities. She had even been having some obviously bisexual encounters herself, though I knew it felt different somehow. The stigma that was triggered by those images of the rubber cock in my mouth was perhaps unfair or out of touch with the world now, but it cut both ways for me, likely accentuating the power of that submission.

I felt the resurgence of some of my longest-standing fears with all of this, that I might feel the burning eye of judgement or even disgust from this woman who I loved more and longer than anyone. There was nothing to do for now but make my choice, delete the first image and just try to push the worst thoughts from my mind.

By the time Cheryl did come home, it was nearly 2 in the afternoon. The house was spotless and I had even weeded the gardens in back. I was in the kitchen, refreshing myself with an iced tea and just starting to wonder if I was going to need another shower when she stepped inside.

My fears evaporated from my thoughts, seeing her standing there. She looked a bit tired but with a glow of happiness, but more than anything else I saw all my own fears reflected back to me on her face.

I walked to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. I held her there, holding her tight. I felt her body tremble and I felt the tears of her release of emotion against my cheek. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel. I was sure that the kinds of men who threw around words like “cuck” would want me to feel humiliated that my wife had come home to me after finding pleasure with the man and the woman next door. What I did feel, when I searched my heart, was a kind of peaceful joy that I was able to make her feel okay with her own desires.

“There’s fresh coffee,” I said in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. “Would you like a cup, and I can tell you about yesterday?”

She leaned back, her hands on my shoulders. I really only noted at that moment that she was wearing an obviously borrowed pair of yoga pants and tight t-shirt with no bra.

“Yes,” she said. “I’d like that very much.”

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I was very aware of my chastity cage as I moved to the kitchen and poured us each a mug of coffee. I met her in the living room and set the mugs down. She had curled up on one end of the sofa, so I sat down on the other end, sharing it with her, but with some space between us.

“What would you like to know?” I asked her.

“I guess maybe the same rules apply? I want to know as much as you want to tell me,” she answered.

I was finding it hard to look her in the eye as I talked, but it got a bit easier once I got into it and she didn’t recoil or run away or respond in anger. She seemed genuinely curious.

I explained to her about arriving and about how nervous I had felt, and about how reassuring and welcoming Mistress Charlotta had been.

“Can I ask questions?” Cheryl interjected, “or do you just want me to listen?”

“You can ask me anything you like,” I answered. I almost felt like being interviewed would be easier.

“What was she wearing? Was she like in the movies with all leather and corsets, brandishing a whip?”

I laughed, which felt good. I recounted the details of the outfit she had been wearing when I arrived. I provided perhaps too much detail, since Cheryl smiled wide.

“You found her attractive? She turned you on?” she asked.

“I did, yes,” I answered.

I searched her expression for jealousy or hurt, but didn’t see any so I continued. I didn’t exactly want to recount the whole session moment-by-moment, so I tried to express the major moments and to start the scene for the photo reveals I knew had to come. It was a curious thing, to revisit those memories with Escort Bayan Cheryl. I tried to be emotionally open and honest, while still constantly filtering the details I shared.

She seemed amused by my having been required to kneel during the initial interview, and was genuinely surprised by how quickly I was required to strip for this woman I’d just met. She seemed to like that I had to verbally confirm my consent, and that it was signified by something like the collar.

“Was it difficult to be naked in front of her right away like that?” Cheryl asked.

“It was easier than I thought it would be,” I answered. “There was just something about the way she spoke. She was so firm and yet kind, and so comfortable with herself… She just seemed to exude this aura around her, that made obeying her instructions seem like the most natural thing in the world.”

Cheryl smiled softly, nodding knowingly, and I knew she was thinking of our neighbours.

I described how I had been led into the dungeon proper, and how I had been placed on display by the spreader bars and cuffs, and how she had started teasing me with pain and touch while interrogating me.

“That is so wicked,” Cheryl interjected. “What did she ask you about?”

I was feeling a bit warm, and I noticed that Cheryl’s nipples, not given cover by any bra, were becoming visibly stiff against her top.

“She asked me about what I liked, she talked about my body, and she asked me about you.”

“About me?” Cheryl seemed genuinely surprised.

“Yes, she said she didn’t get too many women sending their husbands to her. She wanted me to talk about why or how it happened.”

“What did you tell her?”

“The truth, I think, mostly. In that situation… it was really intense… it felt like it was impossible to hide things from her. I told her how you had been exploring your desires, and you wanted me to too.”

“My desires?”

“I told her about Lydia. I hope that’s okay.”

Cheryl blushed a deep red.

“Yes, it’s okay. It’s just, well, maybe kind of embarrassing. I don’t know. I mean, I got this woman’s name from Lydia, to be honest, so maybe things are more open than I imagined, but still it’s strange knowing she knows. This woman who had my husband tied up knows about my sex life.”

“Yes… and she was good at teasing me about it without making me feel bad, exactly. She made everything feel so sexy.”

She nodded. It felt unreal, talking to Cheryl about these things — the activities and the feelings. In past years, when I had tried to, I had always felt my own fear, and confusion and judgement from her. I was starting to feel like I owed even more to Liam and Lydia, as they had found a way to make her understand. I guessed that my mistake had been trying to make a Dominatrix out of her, when she maybe needed to be a submissive like me. Of course, I was only just getting started.

I drew in a deep breath and told Cheryl that once Mistress Charlotta had gotten me so physically and emotionally worked up, she had essentially made me beg her to peg me. I looked down at the floor as I recounted a very short version of how she had filled me and fucked me, all while her teasing continued, until I had an orgasm.

I waited through the silence for what felt like a long time, then lifted my eyes to hers. Her expression was inscrutable.

“You came from that?” she finally asked.

“Yes. I don’t know if it was the pressure on my prostate, the situation, her teasing or all of it together, but I did.”

I kept looking at her, waiting for her to recoil in shock or disgust. It felt like a huge weight lifted off my heart when she didn’t.

“Wow. That’s intense. Amazing,” she said. She even started to softly smile.

“Is this too much? I asked her. “I mean, am I telling you too much?”

“No, it’s not too much for me. I want you to share as much as you want to, but I’m already glad that it seems like it was so much, and that you obviously responded to it,” she said.

That was comforting but, even so, I decided to hold off on my description of me licking my own spent cum off the floor when it came to recounting what followed. I did, however, describe her negotiating tease about trading the ball-stretcher for a butt plug. Given what I knew of Cheryl’s own recent experiences, I thought she’d be interested in that detail, but she seemed far more amused by my being blindfolded and then having to assist Charlotta in undressing.

“Oh that is so mean!” she laughed.

Her nipples were still hard, and I was feeling the confinement of my cage as well.

“Do you want to see?” I asked, my heart pounding.

“What do you mean?” Cheryl asked.

“She took a photo,” I said, “and she sent it to me.”

“Oh my god, yes I want to see,” she said, nearly jumping out of her seat.

I took out my phone and brought up the saved image, then handed it to her. She stared at the photo and I saw her draw her lower lip in between her teeth.

“What are you holding?” she asked.

“Her clothes,” I answered. “Her top and her skirt.”

“You must have been squirming!” she said.

“Yes, yes I was,” I answered. I remembered the tease of that moment so intently, hearing her taunting words as well as knowing I was so close to the denied view of her body.

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Rabecca’s filth-encrusted panties pulled back and forth along the crack of her bottom as she stepped over the rusted metal threshold and into the dungeon beyond. Jennifer followed, relishing the wave of warm air on her skin as she shuffled across the warm stones.

The medieval room seemed brighter than before, lit by an unseen source of glowing warmth. Could she be entering a dream? Feeling between her legs with her bound hands, she couldn’t be sure that this wasn’t…a dream.

The air was thick with humidity from the combined exhalation of the crowd of women now assembled on the cellar floor – young and old – every shape and size, yet all unnervingly attractive. She looked through the throng of bodies, hoping to catch a glimpse of Natalie or Mistress Olivia with no success. Even Tora, who would have towered over the others and been easily spotted, was nowhere to be seen. She saw Zöe and Clarissa, who she had met only briefly in the elevator as it made its grinding descent into SubSpace but even they were barely recognizable, stripped of their trendy street clothes and kneeling before a stern mistress in a perverse call to attention. She watched as Rabecca twisted and twirled, her mouth slack in giddeus wonder, giggling and smiling back at her.

“Follow me.” Mrs. Devlin spoke in a flat, unreadable tone, as if she was leading them to a meeting at a corporate office, though Jennifer noticed a half-formed grin sneak its way onto her face. Whatever ‘punishment’ lay in store for them couldn’t be too bad right? She came here to eat shit after all. Well, technically, to find her sister…but Lauren could wait. Despite eating from Natalie and Rabecca earlier, Jennifer was eager to become a human toilet once again.

Her heart did a clumsy jump rope in her chest as she followed Mrs. Devlin across the cellar to an iron hatchway labeled ‘six’. She observed that this, unlike the other doors, did not have its own window. Focused as she was on imagining the possible scenarios waiting behind door number six, she failed to see the color draining from Rabecca’s face as her look of feverish anticipation was replaced with one of intense worry.

“In here, my darlings.” Mrs. Devlin effortlessly turned the imposing hatch wheel with a toned arm. The half-formed grin remained as she beckoned them into the hatch. Despite Rabecca’s growing reservations, Jennifer found herself stepping over the rusting threshold into the darkened room. She heard heavy breathing as Rabecca was coaxed into the entrance behind her but her focus remained on the maddening darkness.

Somewhere far above her head, a high-intensity arc lamp cracked on, bathing them in a cylinder of light. Jennifer noticed immediately that this room was far more spacious than the entrance would have her believe, though despite her best efforts, she couldn’t see much of it beyond the shaft of blinding light.

“Tora and I have come to an agreement about you.” Mrs. Devlin finally cracked a smile.

“What do you mean?” Jennifer was confused but the intensifying mask of anguish on Rabecca’s left her with an uneasy tingling sensation at the root of her spine.

“You will speak only when given permission – slave!” A dark and guttural voice resonated throughout the darkness, exciting the fundamental frequency of the chamber and nearly rattling the stone walls at the foundation.

Tora stepped into the beam of light. Her dark skin, freshly oiled, glistened with power. At once, Jennifer felt the familiar fascination and intimidation as Tora emerged from the darkness. She grasped Jennifer’s jaw in a gargantuan hand, caressing her as she pulled her head close, raking Jennifer with hunter’s eyes as one would examine a freshly acquired piece of livestock. “My slave!”

The note of finality in Tora’s voice caught Jennifer off guard, reaching into her chest and momentarily stopping her heart. She looked to Mrs. Devlin whose relaxed facial expression seemed to confirm Tora’s statement. “Mrs. Devlin…I don’t understand.”

“Whump!” One of Tora’s massive palms shot out in an instant, catching Jennifer square in the gut. She doubled over, collapsing to her knees in pain.

“What’s not to understand? I have compensated Rose quite well for you. Her usual commission, and then some. I own you!” Tora shot Mrs. Devlin a sated look. “I could beat you again like this a thousand times and nobody would stop me because you are now MY slave!”

Jennifer fought to remain conscious. An unbearable pain pulsated from her midsection and her eyes watered, not tears of pain, but a direct emotional response as a result of the delicious agony coursing through her. It was as if Tora had forced a red hot poker into her gut and left it there to simmer. As Jennifer processed the complex sensation, she forced herself to raise her head. Her mouth hung agape, but no words would come, even if she had been given permission to use her voice. Returning her focus to the agony in her belly, she noticed an altogether not-unwelcome sensation beginning bursa escortlar to creep in, mixing together with the pulsing pain in her awareness. Could it be – pleasure? She never thought she would have been into pain sexually…but…maybe she was? But at the same time, perhaps the pain coursing through her body was just part of the equation. Maybe it was the simple fact that Mrs. Devlin had made a critical and lasting decision about her future…her LIFE and hadn’t bothered to ask her consent.

After all, there was no longer any consent to give. She had voluntarily become Mrs. Devlin’s slave hadn’t she? What was a slave if not someone who was legally owned by another, forced to work without any compensation, freedom or personal rights. If Mrs. Devlin wanted her to work as a street prostitute, she’d have to do it wouldn’t she? If she wanted her to become a human toilet for anyone – a random stranger – even someone she wasn’t attracted to – she’d have to do it. She was a slave. Her control was gone. Her life was gone. She’d become something less than human. A piece of property, to be bought and sold at her owner’s whim. Sold to Tora, without a second thought.

And…she was beginning to like it. She felt the tiger’s eye stone along with the tiny jeweled heart on her necklace. She felt the warmth growing between her legs and shuddered.

“Now now my darling. It won’t be so bad. Tora will take very good care of you.” Mrs. Devlin looked down at Jennifer with a motherly smile as she ran a hand through her layered blonde hair.

Jennifer closed her eyes and leaned in to Mrs. Devlin’s calming touch. As Mrs. Devlin crouched beside her, Jennifer nestled against her breast and felt her own breathing begin to slow. Soon she was drawing long, stable breaths of warm air into her lungs.

Tora reached down with a titanic arm and rested it on Jennifer’s shoulder. “Now, I’m sure you are wondering what all those girls are doing outside. Let’s just say it’s a little party…to celebrate the opening of our newest room.” Jennifer was nearly hypnotized by Tora’s commanding eyes and Mrs. Devlin’s calming touch but managed to pull away as she looked into the darkness surrounding her to hopefully catch a glimpse of what made this room so special.

“Rabecca, why don’t you show Jennifer around.”

As Tora and Mrs. Devlin helped her to her feet, Jennifer noticed Rabecca had begun to shake like a leaf. She could see her stomach punching and out in a pattern of random excitement. She noticed her skin had become more noticeably flush and pink. Her face was an inscrutable mixture of euphoria and terror.

“Rabecca?” Jennifer asked.

“Crack!” Jennifer saw Mrs. Devlin’s hand as nothing more than a flash in her peripheral vision before her cheek exploded in white hot fire.

“Your Mistress told you not to speak…darling.” She smirked, shaking out her hand.

“I’ll let her speak Rose…” Tora’s eyes glowed with a malevolent quality somewhere between keen interest and derision. “She’s not going to say anything stupid. I’m sure of it.” Tora leaned in and studied Jennifer’s face closely. She turned her head sideways and pressed her nose into Jennifer’s flesh, inhaling deeply as she moved from the base of her neck up to her ear in one elegant, controlled, motion. “If I’m not mistaken, I believe the little bitch is beginning to enjoy herself.”

Jennifer slowly swung her head up, blinking as the last of the white static faded from her vision. “Rabecca…what’s happening?” The throbbing pain in her cheek was having a similar effect as that of Tora’s punch to her gut. As her dripping vulva would attest had it not been concealed beneath her elegant dress, she was beginning to relish her abuse with a growing heat.

As Rabecca struggled to regain her composure her eyes darted to the sliver of light coming from the hatch on the far wall, as if calculating her chances if she tried to make a run for it.

“And don’t act like you don’t like it either. You wouldn’t have soiled yourself if you didn’t want to get punished.” Tora’s eyes narrowed as the sides of her mouth pulled upward.

Rabecca drew a long breath and straightened her back. She looked Tora dead in the eyes. “I didn’t think I’d end up here!” Rabecca looked up into a specific patch of darkness and shuddered. She drew in a long, calculated breath through pursed lips.

“If part of you didn’t want to end up here someday, why did you help me build it?” Tora cocked a brow and began to laugh. The chamber growled to ominous life in sympathetic resonance. Jennifer found herself growing more aroused with each roar of Tora’s lungs. Jennifer eyed Tora’s glistening, muscular ass. Barely covered by a scrap of cloth, the sable muscles of her buttocks dwarfed imagination, yet retained a perfect silhouette of everything a woman should be in the hindquarters. Part of Jennifer wanted Tora to skip all the foreplay…

Goddamnit Tora, Jennifer thought. That’s all this is isn’t it? Foreplay… bursa escort Let’s cut right to it. I’m your slave. You bought me! You own me! This night’s going to end with you shitting down my throat right? Well…what’s the goddamn hold up? Hold me down and make me your toilet! I’m yours. I’m meant to serve… She nearly lost herself as she imagined being pinned beneath that beautiful brown ass as it pumped gallon after gallon of shit down her gullet.

Jennifer shook her head as she tried to force the depraved thoughts from her mind. She tried to concentrate on what Rabecca had said. What was Tora talking about? What did they build?

Tora reached out and began to stroke Rabecca’s chestnut brown hair. “Show Jennifer.”

Tora reached out into the dark and flipped a switch. A second light clicked on, illuminating a large, four foot wide, stainless steel cylinder suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the room.

Rabecca stepped forward. “We call it The Grinder.” Rabecca’s words carried a sickly trail as she looked from the cylinder to Jennifer and back again. “Slaves usually want to eat shit straight from a mistress’s ass. Some don’t even consider it a punishment.” Jennifer blushed slightly as Rabecca met her gaze. “Anyway…Tora said…Tora said.” She fought for her breath and began to shift her weight rapidly from one leg to another.

Tora stepped in. “Some toilet girls need more. They won’t feel complete unless they become something far less than human. A piece of plumbing.”

Rabecca lifted her bound hands to her blushing face and wiped a tendril of hair from her eyes. “And I…I found a way to do it.”

“Show her,” Tora commanded as she undid the ropes binding Rabecca’s hands together.

Shaking the stiffness from her arms, Rabecca reached into the darkness and retrieved a red step ladder, about seven feet tall which she placed below the cylindrical device. Tora coaxed her up the ladder with a gentle pat on her rump, which squished the shit that remained in her soiled white panties further into the crack of her bottom. As she climbed, Jennifer watched the messy material twist back and forth as it was ground between the curves of her ass. Rabecca pressed a large red button on a control box hanging from the ceiling and the silver chassis of the machine rotated to the side, revealing the guts inside.

“The concept is simple. But getting it all to work right…that took me over a year to figure out. Getting it made was another matter entirely.” Rabecca flashed a momentary smile, proud of her work despite her heart beating so powerfully that Jennifer could see her pulse through her neck.

“This is the main feed from, wherever you want. Right now, it is attached to the single toilet in the upstairs of SubSpace. It doesn’t get used a whole lot, which made it great for beta testing. The average flush of a toilet is two and a half gallons of water and just a little bit of waste, which is just way too much water, so this centrifuge removes it all.” She pointed to a large stainless steel drum. “From here, the water moves through a series of filters, essentially separating the piss from the clean water…well, as close as we can get it.” Rabecca sighed. “Anyway, the ‘piss’ is mixed in with the shit we removed earlier in this device here, which is basically a nutribullet with a few modifications.” She tapped a silver football at the other end of the device. “After it reaches the proper consistency, it is released into this tube here, which goes to…the sewer.” She carefully stepped down the ladder. Tora flipped a switch and yet another light clicked on.

Jennifer recognized the ‘sewer’ immediately.

“Lauren!” Jennifer’s eyes popped open. Her mind was flooded with a mix of emotions as she ran to Lauren’s side.

Tora let her run, refraining, for the moment, from sending Jennifer to the floor with another eviscerating punch to the abdomen.

Jennifer looked her sister over with a mixture of relief and terror. Scarcely recognizable, Lauren lay in a messy spread-eagle on the floor, her legs tied securely to two eye hooks set into the stone. Her flowing blonde hair had been pulled into a pair of dirty pigtails and her wrists were bound tightly behind her back. She wore a thin adult diaper that had been filled to capacity some time ago and had since blown out all over the stone floor. Most unnerving was the clear tube fastened to her mouth with thick leather straps that extended up into the machine Rebecca had called The Grinder.

She could see streaks of matted gray across her face where sporadic tears had caused her purple eye shadow to run. Lauren’s eyes opened slowly.

“Are you okay?”

Her jaw stretched to capacity, Lauren’s response was nothing but a series of moans, severely muted by the plastic snake rammed down her throat. Looking into Lauren’s eyes, she couldn’t be sure how aware Lauren was of her surroundings.

“She’s fine.” Tora walked slowly forward as Jennifer knelt beside her sister. “This is what she always wanted. Isn’t it…sewer girl?” Tora scoffed as she looked down at Lauren with pure derision, as if Lauren could asphyxiate herself on a mouthful of human shit and Tora would feel nothing except for mild annoyance at the mess she’d now have to clean. Jennifer felt her body rock with an uninvited wave of pleasure as she thought of her sister being so callously abused.

Lauren’s eyes remained glazed.

Jennifer studied Lauren’s chin and neck. A lurid apron of yellow brown clung to her neck, dripping down from the imperfect seal the tube made with her mouth to partially cover her voluptuous breasts which looked to have been recently bruised.

“Your sister has been the perfect guinea pig. But tonight, we’ve decided it’s time to make our facilities fully operational!” Tora’s teeth glistened like a Cheshire cat in the darkness.

“Fully operational?” Jennifer looked up just in time to see the machinery above Rabecca’s head spring to life. The grinding and whirring, while not deafening, possessed a haunting quality that froze Jennifer’s insides.

With a loud “CLICK,” the machine stopped. Jennifer watched as a yellowish brown liquid flowed down the flexible pipe towards Lauren’s mouth. Lauren’s eyes cleared up in focus on her one true purpose before closing in pleasure as the putrid mess hit the back of her throat. Jennifer watched as her sister’s throat rippled three times. Each time, liquid that had backed up into the tube bubbled up and down, sinking further and further until finally disappearing entirely into Lauren’s throat. She watched Lauren’s hips squirm and writhe, not as if she were trying to escape, but as if she were trying to reach her bound hands into her diaper to touch herself.

“You see. Your sister is finally complete. This is what she always wanted.” Mrs. Devlin stepped into the light.

“Really?” Jennifer’s face twisted in confusion. Sure, it seemed like Lauren got excited when the load of shit fell down the tube and into her mouth, but why the tears? Why the red marks and bruises on her breasts?

“If that’s the case, why was she crying? Why did you have to tie her up?”

Mrs. Devlin grinned. “Plumbing must be secured in place darling. That would be a code violation.”

Tora looked Lauren up and down. “Don’t let her fool you. Those tears are because she hasn’t been able to touch herself the whole time she’s been hooked in more or less. We’re not that cruel, but We’ve had a special request not to let her cum…”

“Who requested that?” Jennifer looked into her sister’s rolled eyes. Surely Lauren didn’t ask not to be allowed to climax. If there was one thing she knew about her sister, it was her passion for self love. Even in the short time she had been a human toilet, Jennifer knew there was nothing Lauren loved more than to slip her fingers between the folds of her gushing pussy as she guided a fresh turd into her mouth with her other hand.

“You will find out soon enough.” Tora grinned.

“But you lied to me.” Jennifer swung her head to face Mrs. Devlin. “You both said that Lauren wasn’t here.”

Tora smiled. “I just said that I couldn’t tell you if she was her or not.” She looked at Mrs. Devlin and winked.

“Okay…you got me. I lied. Sorry darling.” Mrs. Devlin shrugged.

Jennifer looked confused as she processed this new information.

Tora moved in beside Jennifer, wrapping a muscular arm around her neck. The real question is…do you want to join your sister?”

Jennifer paused. She looked at Lauren’s naked form, sprawled on the ground before her. She didn’t like the idea of having to wear a messy diaper. Wouldn’t that lead to a UTI? And she’d hate not to be able to touch herself. But as she eyed the thick straps forcing the clear plastic tube down Lauren’s throat she felt a tingle of energy in her core. She imagined herself on her knees wearing a set of iron nipple clamps as the plastic tube strapped to her face forced load after load of liquid waste into her stomach. Of course in her imagination, her hands were free to do as she wished…

No…I can’t be honestly thinking about…

Jennifer forced herself to shake her head. Mrs. Devlin fought back a snort as she saw ever so clearly through Jennifer’s facade. “You’re a terrible liar.”

Tora smirked. “Rabecca, check her!”

“Yes mistress.” Rabecca cautiously walked forward, kneeling down beside Jennifer before slowly reaching underneath her Gucci dress, expertly guiding her hand past the elastic of her panties. “You’re right Mrs. Devlin. She’s soaked!”

Jennifer blushed furiously. “Yeah…Okay. I can’t help it if my fucking pussy likes it!” Jennifer shook her head down at her disobedient vagina.

“Fortunately for you, there’s a way out.”

“A way out?” Jennifer eyed The Grinder and shuddered.

“Yes. But first let me tell you what you’d be missing out on. You see, we want to connect this machinery to the club upstairs so that every bit of piss and shit that is taken in this entire building, will pass through the stomach of one of our slaves.”

“But why?” Jennifer shuddered. She looked at Lauren and wondered if she got the same speech, and eagerly agreed to the terms.

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Nach einer kurzen Erholung duschte Bianca als erste, sie zog sich vorher vor ihrem Bett splitternackt aus und ging barfuß mit dem ihr eigenen eleganten Schritt, der ihren fraulichen Hintern leicht wackeln ließ, quer durch den Raum ins Badezimmer und Sie schloss den Vorhang nicht, ihr Sohn konnte im Spiegel dabei deutlich sehen wie gründlich sie sich wusch, besonders an ihren intimen Stellen.

Tom schaute ihr träumerisch zu, seine Mutter war fertig, wandte sich zu Tom, ” jetzt geh aber schnell duschen und dann kommst zu mir ins Bett”, sagte Sie und huschte durch den Raum, legte sich ohne Nachthemd dann splitternackt ins Bett und schaute zu ihrem Sohn herüber, der kam nicht viel später ebenfalls nackt zu ihr ins Bett, kaum lag er neben ihr, als sie sich zu ihm drehte, ihn umarmte, ganz nah zu sich zog und zärtlich auf den Mund küsste und er erwiderte ihre Umarmung und stellte sich vor, für immer an dieser weichen nackten Brust eingekuschelt bleiben zu dürfen.

Sie fragte, ihren Sohn, „ was möchtest du jetzt am liebsten tun?” und er überlegte nur ganz kurz und fasste sich dann ein Herz, „ Mama, ich möchte dich mit meiner Zunge da unten küssen”.

Bianca holte tief Luft, zog ihren Sohn an sich und küsste ihn innig, dann fing er an sie zu küssen und er wanderte an ihrem Körper erst über ihren Hals, Dekoletee dann ihren wahnsinnigen Brüsten, wo er sich sehr lange aufhielt dann weiter nach unten und Bianca wurde im Bett immer unruhiger, je näher er gen Süden kam.

„Warte mein Schatz, ich zeige dir mal was”, sagte Sie und drückte ihn zärtlich weg und legte sich verkehrt über ihn und öffnete ihre Schenkel und ihre Hand ergriff seinen warmen harten Schwanz direkt vor ihrem Gesicht und hielt ihn umschlossen, „ mein Gott, hast du einen deftige Erektion”, hörte er seine Mutter noch sagen, bevor er sich mit dem beschäftigte, was über seinem Gesicht tropfte und er leckte über ihre Oberschenkel und ließ seine Hand zärtlich über ihre Möse fahren und er bemerkte, wie sich das Fleisch der am Anfang etwas lappig anfühlenden Labien, nun zu verfestigen begann, aber trotzdem geschmeidig blieb, ihre Schenkel öffneten sich immer mehr.

Tom war ein guter Schüler, setzte alles um was Sie ihm erklärt hatte und sein Bewegungsablauf sah elegant wie bei einem erfahrenen Liebhaber aus, er sah nun ihre Liebesmöse über sich, schon im sehr erregtem Zustand, feucht glänzend vor sich und wurde selbst von einer ihm bis jetzt unbekannten Kraft ergriffen und seine Zunge fuhr ihren nassen Schlitz immer wieder zärtlich auf und ab, während er die Stellung ihrer Beine in den Kniekehlen mit seinen Armen steuerte, er bemerkte die sich weiter öffnende und prall werdende Scham, bis sich schließlich die inneren Labien, genau wie er beim Zuschauen mit in einem der Internetvideos sah, gewaltig vergrößert nach außen stülpten, nun konnte er ohne Druck deren Innenseiten mit der Zuge und den Mund liebkosen.

Ihre Hände hatten sich verspielt in seinen Po verfangen und hielt ihn ganz fest und küsste ihn zärtlich da unten auf seine Eichelspitze und sein Herz schlug immer heftiger, er spürte deutlich die Wärme ihrer Möse , „ so mein Schatz jetzt können wir uns beide gleichzeitig mit unseren Mündern verwöhnen”, flüsterte sie und dann wurde es sehr warm um seine Eichel und er spürte wie seine Mutter zärtlich an ihm zu saugen begann und lutschte auch zärtlich an Vorhaut und Eichel, fuhr dann mit dem Mund und ihren Lippen zärtlich aber tief einige Male den Schaft abwärts.

Tom, der mit seiner Zunge ihre Spalte leckte, stöhnte laut auf und beide genossen die Stellung, für ihn war es jetzt, die höchste Lust die ihn erfasste und Tom bemerkte sein aufsteigendes Sperma das nun keine Kraft der Welt mehr zurück halten konnte, er fühlte die fleischige feste Zunge seiner Mutter, die ihn immer noch genüsslich leckte und den Mund der ihn saugte und ihr eigener Sohn unter ihr liegend, er fühlte seinen heißen, mit gewaltigen Schüben in Biancas ebenso heißen Mund spritzenden Samen die Eichelöffnung verlassend und fühlte das ihn Abmelkende pulsierende Saugen ihres engen geilen Schmollmundes und nicht nur er sondern auch Bianca erlebten für Momente eingeschränkte willkürliche Empfindungen und schwebten auf einer Woge der urwüchsigen Kraft des geilen Aktes.

Ihre Körper verharrten noch eine Weile in dieser Phase eng umschlungen, zu einem Ganzen verschmolzen.

Bianca war jetzt richtig heiß auf ihren Sohn , sie wollte trotz allem heute noch von ihm, ihrem eigenen Sohn gefickt werden, aber beide Mägen knurrten lautstark.

Natürlich machte die Liebe zueinander auch Hunger, obwohl die beiden noch nicht miteinander geschlafen hatten, sondern seine Mutter ihn dreimal abgemolken hatte, machte dies Hungrig und sie suchten in der Umgebung der Villa ein nettes Lokal auf und ließen sich das Abendessen schmecken.

Tom begutachtete die ganze Zeit seine Mutter auch er wusste, heute Nacht noch würde es mit den beiden geschehen, das hatte seine Mutter ja schon nach seinem letzten Orgasmus zwischen ihren wahnsinnig ataşehir escort geilen Brüsten versprochen, ja heute Nacht würde genau diese vollbusige Frau, die ihm jetzt gerade hier gegenüber saß…., seine Unschuld nehmen, genau diese Frau, die in seinem wahren Leben seine eigene Mutter war, ihn immer mütterlich beschützt hatte und er freute sich schon auf das was kommen würde.

Beide hielten Händchen wie ein verliebtes Pärchen und sie besprachen das weitere vorgehen für die Nacht und er wusste dass er heute Nacht zu seiner Mutter ins Bett kommen sollte und erst mit ihr kuscheln sollte, genau so wie er es früher gemacht hatte, ihr Sohn hatte beim Abendessen wirklich Schwierigkeiten ihr auch nur annähernd in die Augen zu sehen, denn unter ihrem Kleid mit dem tollen Ausschnitt, da waren auch noch wirklich zwei tolle Argumente zu sehen und sie sah wirklich geil aus in dem schicken gut ausgefüllten Neckholderkleid.

Nach dem Essen liefen Sie zurück und unterhielten sich über dies und jenes, aber nicht um das was gleich passieren sollte und sie zog sich in ihr Schlafzimmer zurück und bat ihren Sohn, er sollte ihr in zehn Minuten folgen.

Bianca zog sich aus und stand vor dem Spiegel und begutachtete sich, ja sie war wirklich ein heißer Feger mit ihren 38 Jahren und staunte über ihre weiblichen Formen, die immer noch sehr gut in Schuss waren, ja gleich sollte eines ihrer Rollenspiele Wirklichkeit werden, gleich würde Sie sich ihrem eigen Fleisch und Blut hingeben und es wäre kein Spiel sondern Ernst.

Während Sie das dachte, zog Sie ihren Slip und ihren Büstenhalter aus und tauschte diese beiden Wäschestücke gegen einen neuen Slip und einen verruchten Büstenhalter, der einen Push Up Effekt hatte und ihre Brüste wirklich toll präsentierte und darüber zog Sie sich ein Babydoll über und legte sich ins Bett und tat so als würde sie schlafen, nach einer weile spürte Sie wie ihr Sohn zu ihr ins Bett stieg und sich ganz vorsichtig von hinten an seine Mutter presste.

Ihr Sohn trug anscheinend nur einen kurzen Boxershorts, als er in ihr Bett kam, schmiegte er sich vorsichtig an seine Mutter, dabei geschah es, dass Bianca seinen harten, steifen Schwanz an ihren

nackten Schenkel spürte und es durchfuhr sie wie einen Blitz in Sekundenschnelle versteiften sich

ihre Brustwarzen und ein Kribbeln zwischen ihren Beinen begann, es war so Geil und so Real, das brauchte man nicht in einem Rollenspiel zu spielen und es war noch schöner, als bei einem Spiel mit einem Kunden.

Ganz leicht drückte Bianca sich enger an seinen Schwanz, ihr Sohn hinter ihr erwiderte diesen Druck und Bianca empfand geile, sexuelle Gefühle und Bianca drehte sich zu Tom um, Sie wollte ihm in die Augen sehen und während sich die beiden umarmten, schmiegte Sie sich mit ihrem Gesicht an das Seine und kitzelte ihren Sohn mit ihren Lippen an der Wange, ihre Lippen streiften die Seinen und Bianca leckte mit ihrer Zunge an seinen Lippen und erregte sich selbst und ihn.

Dies spürte Bianca ganz deutlich an ihren Oberschenkeln, denn sein Schwanz war noch stärker und dicker geworden.

Ihr Sohn war dermaßen erregt und zitterte schon vor Lust und Geilheit und Bianca spürte, wie sein harter Schwanz aus seiner Short herausrutschte und er seinen Schwanz an ihren Schenkel presste und als Sie spürte, wie nass und glitschig seine Eichel war, drückte Sie ihre nackten Schenkel dagegen und rieb den Schwanz an ihren Schenkel, zum Glück hatte er heute schon mehrmals abgespritzt, sonst würde spätestens jetzt ihr Bett besudelt sein.

Dann küsste sie ihn auf die Lippen und betrachtete ihren Sohn als ihr geiles Lustobjekt.

Bianca sah ihn als Mann, der einen Schwanz hat, der ihre mittlerweile triefende Fotze ausfüllen konnte und Sie geil machte, seine Mutter ficken konnte.

Tom erwiderte die geilen und innigen Küsse seiner Mutter und dazwischen flüsterte Sie ihrem Sohn zu, „ es ist so warm mein Schatz, zieh doch ruhig alle Sachen aus, Mama möchte dich nackt spüren” und er zog sich vollkommen nackt aus.

Bianca langte zur Nachttischlampe und machte Sie an, denn sie wollte, dass sich ihr Sohn an ihren geilen Anblick ergötzen sollte, dann nahm Sie ihren Sohn in die Arme, ihr Sohn lag auf seiner geilen Mutter, sein Oberkörper berührten ihre beiden gefährlichen Lustgranaten und er ging mit seiner Hand auf Wanderschaft und berührte ihre Brüste und ihre steinhart gewordenen Brustwarzen.

Bianca konnte nur noch stöhnen, als ihr Sohn nun anfing ihre Brüste zu streicheln und zu massieren.

“Aaaah!……… Ach…..Tom, dass machst du schön!, ja komm mit deinem Kopf herunter und saug an meinen Brustwarzen!, ach, mein Junge ich habe schon lange Zeit solche zärtlichen Berührungen vermisst!!, komm mein lieber Junge, leck mir schön die Titten!”, stöhnte Sie und streichelte ihrem Sohn wohlwollend über seinen Hinterkopf, während er sich an ihren Brüsten regelrecht verging.

Tom beugte sich hinunter, öffnete seinen Mund und nahm eine ihrer purpurroten escort ataşehir Brustwarzen in seinen Mund und man fühlte das es ihm reichlich Spaß machte, besonders der Harte an ihren Schenkel.

Er saugte sie so, als ob er wieder ein Baby wäre und versuchte, Milch aus ihren Brüsten zu bekommen und ihr Sohn brauchte wirklich zwei Hände um die Größe ihrer Brüste zu bändigen.

“Ooooh……..Aaaaah!……Schatz!, sauge jetzt an der anderen Brustwarze, mein Liebling!”, stöhnte Sie und er wechselte zu ihrer anderen Brust und sog noch härter daran als an der ersten.

Bianca breitete ihre Schenkel aus, schauderte und stöhnte und begann, aufgeregt ihren Po vom Bett zu heben und gegen ihn zu stoßen, denn ihre Lustgrotte klopfte nun rhythmisch, als wäre ihr Herz zwischen ihren Schenkel gerutscht.

Sein Schwanz lag nun zwischen ihren Beinen und seine Eichel berührte ihre, inzwischen sehr nass gewordene Möse und die beiden küssten sich zärtlich, bissen sich sachte in die Lippen, ja Mutter und Sohn erforschten ihre Münder.

Ihr Sohn richtete sich auf und kniete jetzt zwischen ihren Schenkeln und saugte die letzten Spuren seines Speichels von ihren Brüsten und Bianca keuchte und fühlte ihre Scheide noch heftiger klopfen, als Sie sich vorstellte, gleich ihr eigen Fleisch und Blut zu spüren.

Sie sah ihren Sohn an, blickte in seine Augen und flüsterte, „ du weißt mein Sohn, was gleich passieren wird, bist du wirklich bereit, möchtest du diesen Schritt wirklich wagen, denn du weißt, wenn wir es mal machen, kann es schön sein oder auch unsere Zukunft zerstören”, ermahnte sie ihn und ah ihn an.

Tom nickte, „ Ja Mama ich bin bereit, dich jetzt zu lieben, spürst du das an meinem Harten”, sagte er und grinste seine Mutter unter sich an.

„Tooooommmmmm, das du bereit bist das spüre ich schon da unten, ich meine bist du bereit da oben in deinem Kopf, dieses Tabu zu überschreiten” sagte Sie noch einmal und ermahnte ihn.

Tom sah seine Mutter an und nickte und sagte ernst, „ ja Mama”.

„Okay dann wollen wir mal, letzte Möglichkeit, alles zu beenden,, möchtest du mich jetzt wirklich ficken?” fragte Sie ihn gierig und griff zwischen ihren Beinen nach seinem Harten und bekam große Augen, als Sie seine Härte spürte, „waaauuuu, ich spüre es eindeutig in meiner Hand, du möchtest das wirklich , mein Sohn, du möchtest deinen tollen fantastischen großen, harten Schwanz tief in Mamis geile Fotze schieben und deinen Samen in mich hineinspritzen?, dann komm und tu es”, stöhnte Sie unter ihm und er sah seine Mutter an und war kurz vor dem Sabbern, als er eifrig nickte.

Es hatte ja auch etwas Verruchtes an sich, wenn eine ältere reife Frau einen Jüngling bat, sie jetzt zu ficken.

Bianca hob ihre Beine hoch in die Luft, bis ihre Knie über seinen Schultern schwebten und ihr geiler Fickschlitz öffnete sich weit und tropfte, in Bereitschaft den geilen Penis ihres Sohnes zu empfangen.

“Jaaaa…… Schatz!” stöhnte Bianca, „ komm näher mein Sohn, Mami wird dir helfen und deinen prächtigen großen Schwanz nehmen und ihn in die Fotze einführen, damit du mich so fest wie du willst ficken kannst!”, stöhnte auch Sie schon vor lauter Gier und halb im Delirium.

Tom rutschte nach vorn, bis seine Mutter unter ihm in der Lage war, seinen riesigen Penis mit ihrer Hand zu ergreifen und an ihren Spalt zu führen und mit lauter Gier zerrte sie ihn vorwärts und sah nach unten, sah wie seine Eichel zwischen ihren geschwollenen Schamlippen verschwand.

„Wow Mama….., endlich, ich bin in dir, ich bin das erste Mail in einer Frau”, sagte er stolz über ihr und drückte sein Becken fester und spürte, wie er tiefer in die Grotte seiner Mutter glitt und Bianca stöhnte voller Geilheit auf und bat ihn mit zitternder Stimme, „ ist es wenigstens schön für dich mein Schatz, das du dein erste Mal mit mir erlebst”, stöhnte Sie unter ihm in der Missionarsstellung, „bitte……bitte, mein lieber Sohn, mach Mamie noch geiler, fick…..fick…,Mami möchte nach so langer Zeit wieder einen Schwanz in ihrer Fotze spüren, stecke deinen Schwanz rein……., Mami braucht es so sehr!”, schrie Sie inzwischen dabei lauter, „ stoooooooß zu! , tue es Liebster……. stoooooooß deinen geilen Fickschwanz tief in Mamies Fickloch!”, setzte Sie schreiend nach und an seinen Bewegungen merkte Bianca, dass ihr eigener Sohn über ihr wohl noch nie eine Frau gefickt hatte und instinktiv begann er über ihr eie ein irrer zu stoßen, ungeschickt zuerst, dann schob er seinen Penis gleichmäßiger in die einladende Enge seiner heißen, nassen Mutter.

Bianca konnte nur noch schreien, „ aaaaaaaach….. Tooommm! …., uuungghh!, du bist so groß!, du hast einen so wahnsinnig großen Penis, mein Junge!, Mamie kann es gar nicht glauben!”, was für ein geiles, erregendes, aber schönes Gefühl, der Schwanz ihres Sohnes dehnte ihre enge Grotte bis zum Platzen auf und sie begann gegen ihn zu stoßen, in der Hoffnung noch mehr von seinem tollen Penis in ihrem vernachlässigten Fickloch ataşehir escort bayan zu bringen, „ jaaa…..,mein Sohn…. das …..machst….. du gut!, ach.-….fick…. mich, dein Schwanz fühlt sich in mir so gut an!”

Biancas Sohn über ihr stieß seinen Schwanz fest und tief in ihre Fotze und fickte seine Mutter so,

wie sie es noch nie erlebt hatte und sie schob ihre Füße auf seine Schultern, bat und bettelte ihn um mehr, „ ja…..Tom…… fick mich….., hart mit ……deinem Schwanz….ich….bin….. so geil!”

Jetzt begann ihr Sohn den geilen Fickakt erst richtig und Bianca wollte nur noch eins, auch wenn er um einiges jünger war als sie, denn Sie wollte nur noch den absoluten sexuellen Genuss!

Ihr Sohn schob jetzt seinen Schwanz in schnellen Stößen in ihre Grotte, da er unten wirklich sehr gut ausgestattet war, stieß er bei jedem Fickstoß gegen ihre Gebärmutter und Bianca stöhnte jedes Mal laut und geil auf und feuerte ihn noch mehr an, „ ja……. fiiiiiiiick mich….. weite Mamis Grotte auf….stoße fester!” und immer wieder stieß Bianca, mit ihrem Becken ihrem Sohn entgegen wie eine geile Hündin, gegen ihren jungen Hengst.

Mit Vergnügen bemerkte Bianca, dass ihr Sohn begann, seiner Mutter den Fick zu geben, den Sie Jahrelang schon vermisst hatte, seit ihr Mann Sie vor fast 15 Jahren verließ, nicht mal ihre geilen speziellen Tabuabenteuer widerspiegelten sich, mit dem hier, was Sie Jahrelang machte, gegen ihr eigen Fleisch und Blut kam kein Mann der Welt an.

“Stoß ihn ganz tief rein, mein Liebster!” keuchte Bianca, und hob ihre Beine, so hoch sie konnte.

“Fick meine Fotze, tiefer, mein Sohn stoße deinen großen dicken Penis so tief wie du nur kannst in mich rein!, ich möchte Deine geile Fickhure sein!”, stöhnte und wand Sie sich unter ihrem Sohn.

Tom rammte nun seinen Schwanz bis zur Wurzel in seine Mutter und er lag nun mit seinem ganzen Gewicht auf ihr und seine Mutter presste ihm ihre Brüste nach oben gegen seine Brust.

Mehrere ekstatische Sekunden lag ihr Sohn unbeweglich auf ihr und genoss es, wie ihre inneren

Scheidenmuskeln seinen Schwanz massierten und ein saugten.

“Hör nicht auf, Tom!”, bettelte seine Mutter unter ihm, „ bitte komm und beweg deinen Po, mein lieber Junge, ramme deinen Schwanz in mich, bitte!! Oooooh, Tom fick mich…. bitte!!!”, es war so geil von ihrem Sohn gefickt zu werden, sein Schwanz reichte bis zu ihrer Gebärmutter, ihre Füße trommelten auf seinen Rücken, als sie ihren Po, in wilder Erregung und Begierde gegen seine Schwanzwurzel stieß, „ fick……………fick…………..!” bettelte Bianca unter ihm, die Wörter wie einen obszöner Gesang ausstoßend, „ fester, Tom, ooohhh, ja!,fick Mamie tief mit deinem großen, harten Penis! … Härter!”, schrie Bianca und stieß sich ihrem Sohn krampfhaft, so fest wie Sie nur konnte, gegen diesen Jungen, „ oooohh, Toooommmmm, ich hatte ja keine Ahnung! Unh… unh, du fühlst dich so gut an in meiner Fotze! Fester!, hab keine Angst, du wirst mir nicht wehtun, mein Sohn und Fick Mamie so fest wie du kannst!”, schrie Bianca unter ihrem Sohn.

Tom fickte seine Mutter so hart wie er nur konnte und er keuchte und stöhnte wild über ihr, als er

seinen Fickpfahl in seine eigene Mutter wie ein irrer hämmerte und er wunderte sich das er schon so lange durchgehalten hatte, aber wusste auch, dass seine Mutter ihn heute schon dreimal zum spritzen gebracht hatte, selbst so oft in der kurzen Zeit hatte er sich noch nie selbst gewichst und er war sehr stolz auf sich, stolz seine vollbusige Mutter unter ihm so in den Wahnsinn zu treiben.

Mutter und Sohn fickten nun in rhythmischem Einklang, ihre Leiber schlugen nass gegen einander und Toms Schwanz stieß ohne Gnade in die Tiefen ihrer Grotte.

Schließlich spürte Bianca, dass ihre Fotze anfing, unkontrollierbar zu verkrampfen und sie wusste, dass sie nahe dabei war zu kommen, „ fick…………….fick………..uunggghhh………….., ja spritz alles in mich Tooooommmmm……….ach, ich komme jetzt………….., fick mich, fick mich hart! Ich kooommeee!”.

Ihre Grotte krampfte so heftig, dass Bianca unter ihrem Sohn fast in Ohnmacht gefallen wäre, so intensiv war ihr Orgasmus.

Jetzt fing auch ihr Sohn über ihr an zu stöhnen und zu schreien, „ ooohh, jaaaa, Maaamaaah,

ich Kooooooommeee……………..auch!!!!”

Bianca unter ihm, winselte vor Vergnügen, als sein Schwanz Ströme von heißer Samenflüssigkeit tief in ihre Grotte bis hinauf zu ihrer Gebärmutter schoss und seine Ladung war so riesig, dass seine Mutter nicht alles in sich aufnehmen konnte und ein Gefühl äußerster Zufriedenheit floss durch ihre Lenden als ihr eigener Sohn seinen Samen in ihrer Fotze ablud.

Während Sie ihren Sohn anlächelte molk Bianca seinen Penis mit ihren Scheidenmuskeln und half ihrem Sohn damit, all seinen Liebessaft tief in ihre Vagina zu bringen und die beiden brachen anschließend absolut erschöpft auf dem Bett zusammen und Bianca umarmte und küsste ihn liebevoll und dankte ihm für den wunderbaren Fick, den er seiner Mutter gegeben hatte.

Nach einer Weile, nahm sie ihren Sohn in die Arme, streichelte ihn, küsste ihn geil auf den Mund, er erwiderte ihre Küsse heftig, dabei spürte Bianca, dass sein Schwanz schon wieder zur vollen Stärke

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Continuation of the pregnancy theme, nearly done if it’s not your thing.

Heather’s pregnancy was progressing well, and the baby girl was extremely healthy. The young couple was over a couple times every week to chat with Heather, feel the baby move, and continuing to offer any support they could. Heather had found as the third trimester progressed that holding her bladder for any period of time was impossible, so she’d only hold as long as it took to get to a toilet. Sometimes, however, even that was too long, and she often had little wetting accidents in her panties and maternity pants, or under a dress. On the flip side, her constipation was a frequent issue, and she’d often go at least 3-4 days before she’d even feel her bowels wake up, and that was easier to hold in. She had found that she couldn’t really last more than 5 days before she absolutely had to get her poop out, as she had found out by pooping herself several times in the last couple months, both at work and at home, often in front of Lauren and Kelsie, and once in front of the young couple. Thankfully they had not thought any less of her.

Heather was now at 36 weeks, her belly was huge, every sleeping and sitting position was uncomfortable, and her body just generally hurt. She was ready to have this baby, but she still had at least three weeks left.

She found herself at work on a Thursday with 4 days of poop in her bowels, but unable to go. The urges were not strong enough to overcome the blockage in her bowels, at least not yet. As she started her day, she was peeing about every hour, once or twice needing to wait and squirm as she helped a customer, and once before lunch she actually leaked a little in her panties and maternity pants. She finally broke for lunch, where she sat down to eat a salad she’d made at home.

As she ate, her stomach started gurgling, which was usually a precursor to her bowels awakening, though it often meant she’d still have some time before she would be desperate to poop. The next warning sign would be increasingly frequent farting as her bowels cleared out room to push the poop out. After eating she went back to work, feeling the heaviness in her loaded bowels slowly getting worse. Just after lunch, at a quiet time in the early Ankara escort bayan afternoon, Heather started farting. That didn’t usually happen until much later in the day, so Heather was surprised by how rapidly it came on.

As she was about two hours from the end of her day, her fullness went from a dull heaviness to a pronounced pressure in her rectum, and she suddenly needed to poop quite noticeably. Still, she wanted to wait a little longer, at least until she got home. Heather squeezed her anus shut, and continued to hold her load in, still peeing every hour as her baby bump compressed her bladder. She finally reached the end of her day feeling a significant urge to poop, but continued to shift around and hold her load in her ass.

When she finally made it home, she had to pee desperately again. She went to the bathroom, fidgeting and crossing her legs as she got to the toilet feeling her pee right on the edge of coming out, and she had to quickly ease her large ass onto the seat before finally exploding in the bowl. She sighed as she peed, finally relieved. Her poop tried to open her anus, but she squeezed it closed and kept holding.

Sometime shortly thereafter, Lauren and Kelsie arrived home, and noticed Heather shifting around on the couch, and Lauren asked her, “Do you need to go badly?”

“Yes,” Heather said, caressing her belly, “I need to poop pretty badly.”

Kelsie chimed in with, “Well, it wouldn’t be any fun to let you poop now, you should hold it.”

“But I really have to go badly,” Heather said, “it doesn’t usually get this desperate this quickly.”

“Still,” Lauren said, “Kelsie is right, you really need to wait a bit longer.”

Heather smiled with arousal at being denied her needs, “Okay, I guess I don’t have much choice.”

For the next couple of hours, Heather’s need to take a shit only increased in intensity, all while still peeing every hour. Just before 8, as Heather was shifting on the couch uncomfortably, holding in both needs and about to get up to pee again, Kelsie said, “Would you be willing to try something?”

“Maybe,” Heather said with a grunt, “what do you have in mind?”

“I think it’s better if I surprise you,” Kelsie said, “it’s Escort Bayan Ankara more fun that way.”

Heather was nervous, and needed to get on the toilet badly, as her bladder was getting quite full, and her poop had been threatening to come out. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait, as she usually wasn’t this desperate on day 4 without pooping. Suddenly Kelsie put a headband over Heather’s eyes, and guided her tenderly and slowly to the bedroom, Heather keeping her legs tightly together. She didn’t see Kelsie signal to Lauren to get other items and meet her in their bedroom.

As they got into the bedroom, Kelsie guided Heather to the bed and helped her sit down, then lay down. Heather wasn’t quite sure what to expect at this point, but she could feel her asshole opening, and her shit crowning, and she hoped she’d be allowed to use the toilet soon, as this poop was now likely to come out within an hour, or even a few minutes, but was getting urgent regardless. Her bladder was getting fuller by the minute too, and she was worried she’d wet herself if she had to wait much longer. As she was lost in her thoughts of her urgent bathroom needs, she suddenly felt something solid against both wrists but lined with soft… something… handcuffs? Suddenly she was mildly alarmed, and the makeshift blindfold was suddenly pulled off her eyes, and she was able to see and confirm that, yes, Lauren and Kelsie had handcuffed her to the headboard of their bed while she was desperately in need of relief of her bladder and bowels.

Mild alarm in her voice, Heather asked, “What… why would you do this?? You know I have to use the bathroom badly, this is the last thing I need!”

“Well,” Kelsie said, “we thought you’d enjoy it, but only if we surprised you.”

Heather thought briefly before answering, then said, “Okay, I can see your logic, and yes, I will admit I’m kind of turned on at being kept from the bathroom. But being tied up? That’s certainly different.” As she said this, she grunted and groaned apparently in a major battle to contain her desperate piss and shit in her poor pregnant body. Lauren and Kelsie watched with arousal as Heather crossed her legs, shifting around on the bed, Bayan Escort Ankara looking more and more like she needed to grab herself to contain her needs but unable to do so due to the restraints.

Over the next several minutes, Heather’s needs only became more pressing, and her squirming more pronounced. She found her shit was prairie dogging too badly to suck back in, and her bladder was much too full to contain much longer. After all she had been holding it in nearly an hour and a half, and she was peeing hourly.

Heather then begged Lauren and Kelsie, “Can you please let me go? I have to go so badly, I’m going to piss and shit the bed if I have to wait much longer!”

“Not just yet,” Kelsie said, “you’ll need to wait a little longer.”

“PLEASE! I’m starting to have an accident already! Can you at least take off my pants so I don’t ruin them??”

“That’s fair,” Lauren replied, “just a second.” She moved to the side of the bed then, and reached to slide Heather’s pants down, but pushed a hand against her bladder instead. Heather moaned in desperation as she felt her full bladder nearly let go in her pants, but Lauren released her hand, then grabbed the waistband of Heather’s pants and started wiggling them off her hips. The problem was that Heather’s legs were now tightly crossed, and Lauren said, “You’ll need to uncross your legs if you want your pants off.”

“I’m going to piss right now if I do that.”

“Then I guess I’ll leave them on?”

“Please don’t!”

With a whimper of intense desperation, Heather uncrossed her legs feeling her bladder pulsating with fury, and as Lauren pulled her pants down her legs she squealed, and her bladder started flooding her panties and the bed. After nearly a minute she was done pissing herself, but moaned and said, “I need to shit so badly, it’s coming out! Please let me get to the toilet!”

“No,” Kelsie said, “you can hold it.”

Heather winked at her, aroused at the denial of her needs yet again. She squirmed uncomfortably in her restraints then, and moaned with the desperation from her bowels, trying her hardest to keep from filling her panties, but she quickly realized it wasn’t working anymore. After 4 days of buildup, her shit simply refused to be contained anymore and filled her soaking wet panties over the course of a couple relieving minutes. After that, Lauren released the handcuffs as she and Kelsie helped Heather to the bathroom, helped her clean up, then changed their sheets, and all three got themselves off to thoughts of Heather restrained and bursting.

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Her name was Dominique–Sudanese, with dark brown skin and a tight-cut hairstyle that aroused him. They worked together at a juice bar in the new outdoor mall on the border of Belmont Shore and Seal Beach. She had a boyfriend: An older man, over-stuffed with testosterone, not to mention, that he considered himself far out of Dominique’s league.

Still, they were friends. And when they worked together–which he tried to make happen as often as possible–it was fun, and flirty, and the hours seemed to fly by.

He also worked the third shift at UPS loading trucks. He had a decent studio in the center of Long Beach. It was the 90s, Sublime and Snoop both in their primes, the tail-end of Grunge because it was Southern California, Ska and Offspring were big. He was 27, freshly dumped by the then-love of his life. A Jewish woman. He had no idea what Jewish meant. He was from Ohio, and grew up on a farm. Not an agricultural farm, just a home farm. A garden, some animals, a pony, an orchard, and even a vineyard. He was not cultured in Judaism, or Islam, or black, or sexual orientation. He had no idea those things even existed, and if you’d told him that it was possible for a man to put his penis into another man’s butthole and they would both like it, he would have laughed you out of the county. He knew work, family and friends, and baseball. He had a culture, but it was singularly built and derived from his family.

This is the kind of culture that is privileged–ignorant, yet blissful in its ignorance. He was blissfully unaware that life could be lived any other way. So, when he met Jacqueline and she told him she was Jewish, it meant absolutely nothing to him. She may as well have said she was an Israelite; he would have understood both with equal ignorance.

They were both 25 when they met in a poetry class at Cypress Community College. They would fall in love, but Jackie was never satisfied with his ignorance regarding her lifestyle. It was a religious lifestyle more than a religion. But it was his ignorance about its history and weight, and how he seemed to be sympathetic, yet say antisemitic things and see nothing wrong with it. She couldn’t allow herself to stay with such a fool. Her intellectual friends would mock him in front of her.

Of course, he was blissfully unaware. He always felt and believed he was open-minded and eager to learn. It probably sounded so astoundingly implausible that a grown man could be so ignorant of Judaism. In reality, he didn’t care. He only loved her ravenously. She seemed to love his stories. She was also the most adventurous lover he’d ever had. And she loved that he loved that about her.

When she finally ended it–after several “last-time-I-swear” one-night stands that only fueled his fruitless hope–it was truly over. That’s when he got the job at the juice bar. He was definitely the oldest person working there. He didn’t care. He didn’t think it mattered. He knew it mattered to some of them. The girls and boys, as many were just 18 and 19-year-old kids. A 28-year-old man looks like an old man to a kid like that. He knew it, did his best to assuage their fears, and once they all smoked and had a few drinks on the beach at night, he fit in well enough.

Dominique started working at the juice bar, and at about the same time he went full-time at the juice bar and quit the UPS job. But he couldn’t get full-time hours, so he got a part-time job at Tower Records, next to the juice bar. It was the ’90s, he would blade down the beach to the basketball court. Play pick-up all morning, go for a swim before going to work with a bunch of young gorgeous people. He was pinching himself with bliss.

Dominique seemed to glow. From bursa eskortlar her eyes, and cheeks. He could make her laugh. She was the kind of woman one could not befoul with pedestrian courtesies, it demanded something valorous. He didn’t have that to offer.

The “crew” at the juice bar became his social life. They were much younger and he was trying to live his youth. He’d never really had this many cool and fun friends since high school. Most of his friends went off to university and grew their networks. He worked. So this group of young cool kids was new and exciting to him.

They would smoke, blade, ball, beach, beach-party, house party, music party, any party. Dominique and the assistant manager used to club. Dominique used to tease him, and try to get him to come. But he always had something to do. He said yes one Friday. And, at closing Dominique picked him up at his studio in her boyfriend’s sportscar dressed like she was going to shoot a music video, so goddamn hot. She laughed and hugged him and made him feel like he was about to have the time of his life.

That night changed something in him. Dominique wore no panties and she danced with him almost exclusively. She let him touch her however and wherever he wanted. She wore a tight, dark, but sparkling dress that cut a V across the front and grabbed the curve of her ass around the back. Her legs were like giant snakes. Her pussy was warm and wet and silky smooth and she smiled down at him somehow, because he is half a foot taller than she is.

She dropped him off that night, and just like she did when she picked him up, she laughed and hugged him, this time with the assurance that he was a valorous accompaniment to her evening.

He got home and stripped down. He lay down on his queen-sized mattress, that took up half his flat. It was Jackie’s idea, and he’d gleefully agreed to it. He looked up and saw himself reflected. That was another of Jackie’s contributions and one he had wholeheartedly approved. His reflection was that of a young woman, not yet 30. Sexy, long, shaved legs encased in a pair of thigh-highs, a black silk garter belt, and a pair of Vanity Fair bikini-cut, nylon black panties. He stared at himself thinking all the many times Dominique had reached into his pants to caress him. The look of shock and then joyful curiosity she had on her face the first time she grazed her fingertips across the waistband of his panties as it snuck above his slacks as she’d unbuckled him along with the top button. That made them both laugh and from that moment Dominique and he were joined and inseparable. Dominique knew his secret, and she seemed to like it, at least she didn’t seem to mind it.

Dominique, he’d learned, was here as part of some diplomatic exchange her father had arranged. She was free for two years and the big guy was just her security. He couldn’t believe his luck. He thought he must do this right.

The next day at work a woman engaged him in conversation as he was cleaning and straightening the patio. She was in her early 40s, fit, with short hair, short but slender body. Nice strong legs, a big ass, but her smile and her eyes made him like her immediately. Her name was Maria, from the Valley originally, but just in for business from Boston. She invited him to her hotel and he accepted. To him, it was nothing special. He’d experienced this before. He had the scent of attraction on him from the night before with Dominique. He’d been in these “zones” and recognized the signs, so this older woman, and not much older, he was almost 30, invited him to her hotel, why wouldn’t he?

He went home, and performed his ablutions. His ablutions consisted bursa bayan escort of cleaning up any stray hairs, gave his pubis, balls, and ass a quick depilation, dressed up in his thigh-highs and panties, this time pink full-cut, had a drink, smoked a joint and then headed over to the downtown hotel, which was only a 15-minute stroll.

Maria answered the door in her robe, barefoot in heels, very high and satin-white, they were the most expensive shoes he’d ever personally seen. She led him through the suite, panties, Vanity Fair panties were strewn across the furniture. Panties of every color and fabric. She led him to the balcony overlooking the harbor, there’s a boutique table and chairs set up with candles, a white tablecloth, and a bottle of bourbon.

Maria looked at the young man. She remembered him then, but as an older woman, she has a newfound appreciation for him. She can see his pantyline and garter straps through his slacks when he moves in a specific way. Knowing what she knows now, as an experienced lover of almost 20 years, all of it the prime of her prowess, she was ready to seize control of him immediately.

“Let me make us a drink, you go on in and pick yourself out a pair of panties,” she smiled when she said it, warmly, motherly. He just looked from her to the suite and back.

Finally he said, “How–what–why do you think I would want to do that?”

“Oh my sweet panty boy,” she said.

“Ok,” he genuinely laughed from total shock. “How do you know?”

Maria laughed and told him to go on and she made him his favorite drink. Bourbon, a splash of real ginger, ginger ale, one hefty zest of an orange, and a couple cubes of ice.

Inside the suite, Miles Davis clicked on. He stood looking at the panties, then back at the woman. She looked so feminine to him. Her smooth calves extend down to her high-heeled feet. Her body and curves were all womanly, her look, her hairstyle, her swagger were masculine. He immediately targeted the most gossamer pair of pale pink panties he’d ever seen. They were big and swishy, and when he grabbed them they nearly slipped from his grasp, like soft, warm, feminine ice. He held them and turned to look at the woman and she was watching him. Oh he felt it rise up from deep down inside him. He was so excited the feeling seemed to want to blow the top of his head off with arousal. The woman stood watching him and she held his gaze, no matter where his own imagination might have taken him, every time he returned his attention to her gaze. She seemed to enjoy his awakening. She feigned bashfulness but never broke her connection.

Maria knew how far along he was in his “fetish”. He called it that. And if you asked Jackie if she thought it was a fetish, she might have agreed it was still in the fetish stages. Maria knows that he will go much further. He had only just discovered depilatory cream. And in Southern California, a fit young man, during the 90s aimed at being metrosexual. It wasn’t until she started dating him that she discovered his secret pretty easily and early in their relationship. As soon as she found out, she convinced him to brazilianize. And he was so attracted to her that he started doing it. That wasn’t all, he started painting his nails, and toes.

He was at the end of the “fetish” period and moving into the “panty boy” period. Maria remembered encouraging him, pushing him. They pushed each other. She wanted him to urinate on her one time. He always regretted not doing it. That tells you how far along really because he was a bit shocked by her request. It’s because of this one request, which, regrettably he refused, that he would later, much later, 15 years later, develop a short stint of an infatuation for golden showers on xhamster. Thankfully for him, it was a short-lived infatuation. She knew how much he loved when she pegged him, or they did the Amazon position. He loved that one. She loved giving it to him, made her feel like a man. And she knew he loved feeling like a woman.

All of these thoughts were going through Maria’s mind as she looked at this young man staring timidly into her eyes. She could see him as a young woman.

“C’mon silly,” Maria teased. “Come sit with me, bring your panties.

He handed her the gossamer wings and they clinked glasses and sipped. He sat and she stood, slipped her panties off from beneath her robe, slipped on the panties he’d given her, and then said, “I’ll get them wet and warm for you,” and she handed him the pair she’d just been wearing. It was a string bikini.

He took them with both hands. He gathered the satin material across as much of the surface of his skin as he could fathom without looking utterly perverted and removed them to one hand to hold as casually as he could muster.

Maria remembered his fascination with panties. One time she took off her panties after he’d cum inside them, and she’d held it up to his mouth until he opened and then she made him suckle her panties until he’d removed all of his sperm. She walked up to him sitting in his slacks, sport coat, and black t-shirt, leather shoes, and socks to cover his stockings at the ankle. She took her bikini panties from him and softly brought them to his face, his cheek and along his jawline, down his neck and back up to his mouth and nose. She held it there, in mock domination, and let him breath her inside him.

“I know panty boy,” she said. “I know the feeling that overwhelms you when you wear panties. Are you shaving yet?” she asks knowing the answer. She wants to see if he’ll tell the truth.

“I do,” he said. She released her panties and returned to her seat and her drink. “I just discovered depilatory cream.” His excitement made her laugh. “Do you use depilatory cream? Why have I never heard of any woman using it?” He had many questions.

Maria laughed. She had already answered all these questions when they were together. She crossed her legs exposing her knee to upper thigh. Toned, firm, tanned, feminine. Like his he thought. He wanted to rub his face on her thigh, feel her fingers in his hair.

“Are you wearing panties every day yet?” she asked.

“Yet?!” he said. “Why…who are you?”

“I’m an old friend sweety. You and I have had some of the best sex of our lives together. I know all about you and your secrets panty boy. And I want you to start wearing panties every day from now on. You can pick out as many as you like. I recommend 10. That one per day, plus 3 to play with. And hand wash only panty boi.”

“Every day??” he said. “Not possible, work, basketball, not to mention, it’s a part-time thing for me.”

“Yes, yes, I understand. You need someone to tell you it’s ok. It’s ok. I’m telling you. Wearing panties 24/7 will boost your confidence. I love you in panties. I don’t like all men in panties, but you, with that body and figure, your feminine features, are very desirable in panties. Moreso than in boxers. Your body screams panties, and if I’m honest, stockings and hosiery too. I would kill for your legs and hips. Trust me, panties will breathe new life into your lungs.”

“Oh god,” he exclaimed. “I will want to masturbate all the time.”

“No you won’t,” she said. “You’re still you, the great, blissfully ignorant loveable fool everyone loves. Wearing panties will only enhance that. You need to train yourself to focus during the day, then when you get home, you can masturbate into your panties. Do you think you can do that?”

“What about weekends?” he asked.

“I’ll keep you busy on weekends.”

“Really?” he said. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

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A sequel to Creamy Cove. Enjoy.

The sun glowed through the opened window curtains, and Dion rolled over in his bed to escape the brightness in his room. After struggling to get back to sleep, he released a defeated sigh and sat up, yawning.

As he struggled to wake up, the sweet, musky scent of sex struck Dion’s nostrils. A smile crept on his face as the night before flashed in his mind. The sweet scent of Hali’s pussy riding his face, the feeling of her tongue writhing against his cock, the taste of her milk as he drank from her breasts. The memories were enough to make his groin swell in the open air.

“Hali, you still here?” Dion asked as he began looking around the apartment. He found a note on the front door.

“Hello Dion,

I need to work an early shift. Pick me up, same time as yesterday?

Xoxo, Hali.”

Dion shrugged, then took the note and kept it in his bedroom’s nightstand. She could feel flattered if I keep this around, he thought. He continued with his morning routine: showering, eating breakfast, brushing his teeth, getting dressed.

Afterward, he decided he may as well stop by the Creamy Cove early since he had nothing scheduled for today, anyway.

Getting into his car, he couldn’t help but notice the sealskin in his backseat. He worried about it staining his leather seats, so he decided he may as well give it back. As he began driving, more memories of the night before flashed inside of his mind. Her face was so red while they drove to his house, and she couldn’t stop squirming. She said she felt hot, but instead of rolling down the window, she had unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was the best blowjob of Dion’s life, and he hadn’t come so quickly since his teenage years. The taste of his cum had calmed her down for the rest of the ride, but they didn’t make it two feet inside before going at it again.

Dion grimaced at the sore pain in his balls, and as he began having second thoughts of a morning quickie, he pulled up to the coffee shop’s entrance. Dion climbed the steps of Creamy Cove, sealskin in hand, but stopped once he reached the shop’s doors. Through the window, he watched two other women yell at Hali inside.

One woman was much taller than Hali, and her long, dark blonde hair swayed as much as her large, voluptuous breasts did as she scolded her. The skimpy green apron did nothing to hide her body, and Dion could easily see the dark skin of her nipples peaking from the fabric. She wasn’t old enough to be Hali’s mom, but she looked the part.

The second woman was much smaller than Hali, but her bust size was only slightly smaller. Her tan skin matched the older woman’s, but her hair was a vibrant shade of red instead. Like the older woman, she wore a tight green apron, and he could see both of their bare asses bouncing as they each took turns yelling at Hali for something. The older woman leaned into gripe at Hali for something in particular, and Dion received a healthy view of her plump pussy. The smaller woman wasn’t much different, and as she jumped and screeched at Hali, Dion saw her tight little asshole as her cheeks spread apart during every jump.

Not being able to take any more of the sight, Dion walked into the Creamy Cove to stop the arguing. “Hey Hali!” he said as he waved at her, a smile on his face.

“Dion?!” Hali cried, her face burning a bright red hue. “What are you… now’s not a good time…” she whimpered as the other two women turned to look at the intruder.

The first woman noted Dion first. He felt her eyes scan every surface of him, as if she were judging every aspect of his body. She added a sly smirk at the end of her observations, but before she could say something, the smaller woman interrupted her.

“HEY! HE HAS HALI’S SEA PELT!” she pointed at the pelt, then jumped up and down, sending her tits flopping from beneath her apron. Her nipples jumped out several times. “Hali, I didn’t know you had a ma-“

Before she could continue, the older woman shoved her hand across her face. “Amara! Shut your trap before you give us away!”

“Hrmpfhrmph!” The smaller woman, Amara, opened her mouth wide, then bit the older woman. As she yelped in pain and clutched her hurt hand, Amara continued. “He wouldn’t know I was giving anything away until you screamed about it!”

The two continued to bicker and assault each other, and Dion realized he must have stumbled upon a money-laundering scheme. He began trying to creep away, but Hali came over to him, wrapped her arms around him, then buried her face against his chest. “I’m sorry Bayan Escort Dion, but I haven’t been honest with you…”

The two women stopped their bickering, then looked at the conversation, holding their breath.

“I’m… a selkie.” She sighed, then looked up at Dion. “You took my pelt, so… now I have to be your mate.” She smiled brightly, but the idea made Dion squirm a bit. He sighed.

“Listen, I’m not sure what a selkie is… but I don’t want you to be with me just because you have to.” He offered her the seal pelt. “Here.”

“Is he allowed to do that, Angeline?” Amara asked. The older woman, Angeline, didn’t reply. She only stared at Dion with an oddly loving gaze.

Hali’s eyes watered as she shared a bashful smile, then abruptly pushed her lips against Dion’s. He was shocked at first, but it wasn’t long into their dance of tongues that he decided to just go with it. As he let in, Hali began guiding him to the employee break room. Amara and Angeline watched, awestruck, then poked their heads into the room as the couple disappeared behind its curtains.

Dion clawed at Hali’s bare ass as they made their way to the couch. She rubbed his cock through his jeans, grabbing and massaging his balls with her dainty fingers. The moment the back of her legs hit the couch, she flashed him a smile and turned over. She gripped the couch’s arm tightly with her fingers, then lifted her ass for him.

Dion grinned, and he quickly dove to his knees and pressed his face against her thighs. Her smooth honey was already flowing, and he effortlessly slid his tongue inside of her pussy. She moaned loudly, sliding her hips in rhythm with his lapping. Her sweet juices and heavenly scent filled Dion’s mind, and as he used his fingers to slide into her entrance, he pulled down his pants and released his throbbing cock. As he stroked himself in one hand, he continued to pump his fingers into Hali’s vagina, causing her to squirm and writhe in place.

“M-mate me~” Hali cooed, tightening her walls around his fingers. She brought a hand down to begin gently caressing her clit, rubbing it in small circles, which made her moan quietly. Her pussy’s femcum was already dripping to the floor by the time Dion began pressing his swollen dick against her entrance. Pre-cum was already turning her lips white, and when he entered her, the entire room faded away. “Oh~ just like that,” she said.

“Fuck!” Dion said as he began pounding her pussy without abandon. The meaty, wet sounds of smacking and the loud clap of Dion spanking Hali’s ass filled the room. His cock rubbed her walls faster and faster until he felt her fluids spray onto his crotch. He grew closer to his own orgasm before Hali stood up and pushed him out of her. Before he could question her, she laid down on the couch and spread her legs.

“Thirsty?” She asked, holding up one of her voluptuous breasts. She squeezed her nipple and tugged on it gently, and her creamy milk slowly began leaking out of her tit. With her other hand, she parted her soaked lips and presented her quivering pussy. “Mate me.”

Dion didn’t hesitate, and he pounced on her like a hungry animal. She giggled at his excitement, and after he lay on top of her, she pressed his face into her tit. His lips found her nipple, and he eagerly began drinking her milk.

Dion’s hard member rubbed against Hali’s clit, sending shock waves of pleasure across her body. She couldn’t take it anymore, and as her mate suckled her breast, she used her hand to guide his cock into her.

“Oh, yes!” she cried as he stretched her entrance open, and she carelessly rocked her hips against his cock with joyful glee.

“Oh, my mate~ you make me feel so perfect!” she cried, another shock wave of pleasure ripping through her loins. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking him inside of her.

Dion’s thrust quickened by the second, only slowing down for a moment so he could suckle her other breast. His fingers continued to pinch and pull on her moist tit, and her warm milk began trickling down her body and soaking into the couch. “I-is it safe?” he asked, finding it hard to hold himself any longer.

Hali didn’t hear him, however, and she began bucking her hips wildly against him. Her pussy took his cock to its hilt, and she ground his head against the entrance to her womb. Her cervix tickled his dick just the right way, and he felt his balls beginning hugging against his body.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t!” Dion said as his cock erupted into her pussy, drowning her womb with his fertile seed. She gasped in Escort pleasure, squirting around his cock again.

Before they had any time to properly catch their breath, Amara and Angeline interrupted Dion and Hali by entering the room. Hali didn’t seem surprised at all, even when Amara rushed up to her. “Let me see, let me see!” she said upon reaching the couch. She grabbed Hali by the thighs, then practically pushed Dion’s cock out of her. “He did it!” She practically shoved her face into Hali’s crotch in order to examine her slick, messy vagina. Dion’s cum drooled out of her entrance, and her feminine waters smothered her lips.

“What the hell?” Dion asked, gasping at Amara’s intrusions. He scooted to the back of the couch, then became fixated once he noticed Amara prodding the entrance to her own slick folds.

Angeline wandered up behind Dion, then gently wrapped her arms against his chest. Her hands disappeared under her shirt, where she felt his rock-hard abs and muscled pecs. “Hush. We’re just welcoming you to the clan.”

Amara turned her attention away from Hali’s pussy, locking her eyes onto the erection Dion still had. “You still have some left in you, don’t cha?” She smiled, then grabbed his cock and began stroking it. It was still moist from their cum, and her touch was enough to make him spasm. “Maybe you just need help giving the rest to her.” Amara opened her mouth wide, then engulfed his cock with a single movement. She sucked and licked at Dion’s sensitive glands to coax more of his cum out.

Before Dion could speak, Angeline pressed her large breast against his face, brushing her swollen nipple against his lips. “If you like her milk, you’ll love mine, sweetie.” Milk was already dribbling out of her tit, and he couldn’t help but lose himself again. He sucked at her nipple and drank her milk just as he had done to Hali, and he couldn’t help but taste a subtle, mature flavor to her liquid. Her heavy breasts blocked most of his vision, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hali masturbate.

The ravenous sucking noises Amara was making drowned out Hali’s moans, but they ended when the short woman moved her mouth away from his penis. Angeline began moving now, and she straddled Dion without hesitation. “I want to try him… Just for a little bit.” He could hear her chuckle before she squat down and pushed his cock inside of her tunnel in one motion. She immediately sank as low as she could, moaning loudly and sensually. Her vagina wasn’t as tight as Hali’s, but she made up for it by expertly massaging Dion’s cock with her pussy’s walls. She immediately began rocking back and forth, making it difficult for Dion to hold on to her tit with his mouth. Her other breast was slapping against his head, and the soft slapping only added to his excitement.

Amara moved behind Dion and climbed atop the couch, standing on its arm. Angeline sat up and ripped her nipple out of Dion’s mouth. It made a loud popping sound, and her breast had a hickey mark around the nipple. He didn’t have long to breathe, however, and Amara moved forward and sat directly on his face. Her ass cheeks pressed around his face tight, and her asshole kissed his nose.

Dion promptly began licking the pussy in front of him, causing her feminine drool to run down his chin. Angeline continued riding him, and while Amara watched her, she began mocking her movements. Amara rode Dion’s face, grinding her pussy and ass across his chin and lips.

Each of her holes was slick and begging to be played with, and he took turns sliding his tongue into each orifice. She moaned wildly, nodding her head excitedly as she grew to climax. “He’s so good Hali!” she cried out in joy, “he knows just where to clean!”

Angeline got louder with each time she bounced on his dick, and her movements soon grew clumsy. “Ah~ Ah~ Oh Gods~!” She spasmed, pushing Dion as deeply as he could reach. Her pussy seized around his cock, squeezing his member as if her life depended on it. A gush of fluid flooded out of her cunt, soaking his crotch and thighs with her fem-cum. After she caught her breath, she climbed off of his cock and gasped. “He’s a keeper…” she said with a sly smile.

“Me next!” Amara said excitedly, scampering away from Dion’s chiseled jaw. Her ass facing him, she grabbed his twitching cock from behind her, then guided it against her rear. Slowly, his wet dick pried at her ass before finally popping inside of it. Amara squealed in a mix of pain and pleasure, then continued to guide his thick girth deeper inside of her. Suddenly, she spanked Ankara Eskort herself, then moved her hands down to her crotch. One of her hands began kneading Dion’s balls as her other sank its fingers into her snatch.

Dion could feel her small fingers rubbing against his dick as she played with herself, and the tightness of her asshole began milking him of his pre-cum. Once she had finally reached his lap, she began gently moving back and forth against his cock. She was too short to properly bounce on him as Angeline had, but she used her stature to her own advantage. She hiked her legs up and rested them against Dion’s thighs, then began lifting herself up and down on his cock. Her ass slammed into his crotch every time she crashed back down, and her dark cheeks clapped with every upward movement.

Angeline and Hali moved toward the short-stack, and they each took a breast into their hand and began massaging her. Her moaning grew louder and louder as sweat began glistening on her ass, and soon she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped an arm around them. She desperately began scratching her fingers inside of her pussy, grinding desperately at her g-spot.

“Ah~ Ah~” she cried as her ass tightened enough to strangle the cock inside of it, “Oh yes, Hali yes!” A small amount of squirt leaked from her pussy as she shuddered in orgasm, and Dion was worried she was going to pass out from the pleasure.

Angeline gave a mature giggle at the sight, then sighed. “She gets worked up. Don’t mind her, hon.” She grabbed the short-stack with her arms, then tugged her off of Dion’s cock. Amara could get to her feet once she set her down, but she had a dull, empty expression of pleasure stuck on her face.

Hali crawled on top of Dion next. She grasped his hands with hers, and Angeline grabbed his cock in her hand. “Finish with me,” she whispered. Angeline guided Dion’s cock inside of Hali’s pussy, and she sank down to the hilt just as Angeline had. Once she was sitting on his cock, Angeline pushed her down so her tits were just barely dangling above Dion’s eyes.

“Move,” Angeline said, giving Hali a spank.

“Ah~” Hali shuddered, and she began gently moving against Dion. Her vagina squelched with his earlier fluids, but she felt as tight as ever. His cock pulsed inside of her wet pussy, throbbing until it grew sore.

Dion couldn’t help but gasp in pleasure as he felt Angeline fondle his balls. They felt swollen, having been subjected to so much added pleasure after his previous orgasm. “I-I’m close again!” Dion said, bucking into Hali.

Hali responded by quickening her own movements, trying to bounce on his cock with the same rhythm Angeline had shown her. She couldn’t quite manage it, but Angeline slapped her ass in encouragement. “Good girl. I think he’s ready…” She licked her index finger, continuing to fondle Dion’s balls with the other hand, then pressed it against Hali’s ass.

Hali’s moans climbed, and Angeline pushed her finger deep inside of Hali’s ass. She quickly began pushing it in and out of her ass, grinding the pad of her finger against Dion’s dick from the other side of Hali’s vagina.

The two crescendoed in tone and pleasure, and the two arched their backs at the same time and shared a passionate orgasm. Hali’s moans turned into loud, sharp seal barks as she splattered her juices around the penis inside of her. Again, Dion’s cock filled Hali’s pussy to the brim with his hot spunk, his cock throbbing wildly against the walls of her vagina. Hali gritted her own teeth, and she pushed her ample bosom into Dion’s face. He began suckling her as she finished her orgasm, and she needed Angeline’s help to climb off of his cock.

Once Dion’s penis was free, cum began leaking out of his cock, dripping onto the floor. Amara climbed onto the couch afterward, and she began cleaning him with her tongue. The pleasure continued to rock Dion to his core, but exhaustion was the winner this time. He looked over to see Angeline cleaning Hali’s pussy with her tongue as he fell asleep.

***

Dion climbed out of the warm coastal waters as the sun began setting. Surfboard in hand, he began walking toward his car. Before leaving the beach, however, he turned, looking toward the group of seals playing together. There were four of them, and he called out to them. “Hey, guys! Time to get out!”

The seals honked at each other, and one of them swam deeper into the open ocean. The other three, however, began making their way to the sandy shore. As they climbed out of the water, their bodies shimmered brightly. Once the light died, the seals disappeared, replaced by the naked bodies of three dark-toned women, each carrying a seal pelt. Their ample breasts bounced with every step they made, and the blonde woman, Hali, flashed a bright smile toward Dion. “We’re coming, my mate!”

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