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35 Yaşında 13 yıllık evli 1 çocuk babasıyım. Benim hikayem karımla evlendiğim günlerde tanıdığım kadınla başladı. O kadın kaynanamdı.şimdi 55 yaşında olan kayınvalidem o zamanda şimdiki gibi muhteşem kalçalara ve göğüslere sahipti. Evliliğimizin 2 senesinde ayağı kırıldı ve bizde kalmaya başladı. karım da babası ve kardeşine bakmak için memleketlerine gitti. . Kayınvalidem …bizde kalıyordu. Salonda hazırlanan yatakta üstünde devamlı gecelik ve alçılı ayağıyla yatıyordu. Bir akşam işten eve erken geldiğimde usulca içeri girdim. Uyuyacağını düşünmüştüm. Salonun kapısı aralıktı o anda gördüğüm şeyden aptallaşmıştım.Kayınvalidem geceliği göbeğine kadar sıyrılmış ve karımın ikili fantazisi için almış olduğum vibratörün ucu amında mastürbasyon yapıyordu. Benim daha geç geldiğimi bildiğinden rahattı sanırım. Yüz hatları kasılmış bir eliyle hafif sarkmış ama karpuz gibi memelerini sıkıyordu. Korkunç tahrik olmuştum. penisim taş gibi olmuştu. Inliyordu vibratörü amına hızla sokarken. Birden kasılarak boşaldı. Tirtir titriyordu. Kıvrılarak vibratörü dibine kadar içine aldı ve öylece kalakaldı. Soluk soluğa kalmıştım. O zamanlar 44 yaşındaki bir kadının bu muhteşem mastürbasyonu beni inanılmaz tahrik etmişti. Usulca evden çıkıp kapıyı gürültüyle açarak yeni gelmiş gibi içeri girdm.-Merhaba anne nasılsın-İyiyim oğlum senin günün nasıl geçti açmısın sana yemek hazırlayayımmı-hayır ben yaparım sen otur. Çok yoruldum biraz bişiler içeceğim sende içermisin-ay bilmemki gençliğimde içerdik babanla ama şimdi doğrumu . olur ne içeceksin-ben rakı içeceğim sanada bira vereyimmi.-Olur ben bira içeyimbirasının içine 3 adet diazem koydum salonda yatağının yanında otururken ikinci şişeyi içiyordu hafif kafayı bulmuştum bende.Birasını tazelerken 1 diazem daha koydum daha üçüncü yudumda gözleri kapanmaya başlamıştı. Bardağı zorlukla sehpaya bıraktı.-Anne uykun geldi herhalde ışıkları kapatayımmı-ay oğlum ne bilim içki çarptı herhalde-hadi sen uyu ben de yatarım birazdan.Son söylediklerimi duymamıştı bile başı yastığa düşmüş derin derin soluk almaya başlamıştı.Kalkıp ortalığı topladım iyice dalmasını istiyordum. Yaklaşık yarım saat sonra yanına gittim. Sikim taş gibiydi heyecandan boğazım kurumuştu.-Anne iyimisin diye seslendim. Cevap vermemişti.Usulca sarstım hiçbir tepki yoktu. Uyku ilaçları etkisini göstermişti.ağzı . aralık olarak uyuyordu ayağımdan pijamamı çıkarttım ve karanlıkta parlayan sikimi ağzına ufak ufak sokup çıkartmaya başladım.Üstündeki pikeyi kaldırırken. Üzerinde pazen gecelik beline kadar sıyrılmıştı. Birden amında hala vibratörün durduğunu görünce heyecandan ağzına boşalmaya başladım. Yüzüne boynuna saçlarına dölerim dolmuştu.ama isteğimden hiçbirşey kaybetmemiştim. Eğilip alçılı bacağını sehpaya kaldırarak koydum tüm amı önümdeydi artık kısa kıllarıyla ve içindeki vibratörle muhteşem duruyordu. Eğilip yalamaya başladım. Inliyordu sanki soluk alışları hızlanmıştı. Önüne diz çökerek vibratörü çıkarıp içine girdim. Sırılsıklamdı. Gidip geldikçe inliyor kalçaları bilinsizce çalkalanıyordu. Artık dayanamıyordum.İçine ılık ılık akıtmaya başladım. Kalkıp bir sigara yaktım. Bir bira içtikten sonra tekrar hazırdım bu . gecenin keyfini çıkartmak istiyordum. Üstünü tamamen soyduktan sonra memelerinin arasında penisimi sıvazlayarak bacaklarını omuzuma aldım ve usul usul götüne dayadığım sikimi iteliyordum yüzü gerilmişti.Kalkıp bolca kremledim sikimi ve göt deliğini yeniden denemeye başladım. Başı girdiğinde -ıııh diye bir ses çıktı ağzından. Sonra birden tamamını eldiven gibi sardı. Gidip geliyordum götünde.kasıklarımız çarpıştıkça terden ve zevk sularından şap diye sesler çıkıyordu. Içine boşaltmaya başlamıştım döllerimi. Neredeyse sabah oluyordu. Kalkıp üstünü giydirmeden önce defalarca çıplak ve döllü amının götünün yüzünün ve yarrağım içindeyken suratının ve amının fotoğraflarını çektim. Sonra elimden geldiğince üstünü başını temizleyerek odama gittim. Ertesi gün o uyanmadan önce ben işe . gittiğim için akşam eve dönerken açıkçası biraz huzursuzdum. Eğer ters birşey olursa diyerek çekmiştim o fotoğrafları. Kapıyı açtım.-Anne ben geldim.-Hoşgeldin oğlum tuvaletteyim geliyorum.Ses ifadesinden rahatlamıştım. Acaba bu akşamda içermiydi onu müthiş istiyordum.Yatak odama girdim üstümü çıkartırken banyonun kapısının açıldığını duydum.-Geliyorum anne üstümü çıkartıyorum.-Tamam oğlum ben yemek yaptım sofrayı kurayım.-Olur geliyorumAyağıma . pijamamı giyerek banyoda ellerimi yıkadım. Mutfakta koltuk değneğine dayanarak masanın başında salatayı koyuyordu. Yemek süresince hiç konuşmadık rakımı buzlu olarak servis yaptı hatta birde bira bitirdi bu arada. Acaba anlamışmıydı geceki olanları. Salona girdiğimde yatağına uzanmış elinde birasıyla ışıklar kapalı halde tv serediyordu. Alçılı bacağı sehpanın üstünde idi. Bir anda . uyarıldığmı hissettim. Akşamki manzara gözümün önüne gelmişti. Hiçbirşey demeden yanındaki koltuğa oturdum. Suskunduk ikimizde. penisim ereksiyon durumundaydı. Karanlıkta aklından neler geçiyor diye düşünmeye çalışırken onun sesiyle irkildim.-Bana bir bira verirmisin.Mutfağa gidip birasını açtım.içine 3 adet uyku ilacını ezerek karıştırdım. Onu istiyordum.salona döndüm. Hala yatıyordu.-Al anne biran dedim.Birayı koltuğun kenarına koydu. Tv de oynayan filme kaptırmış gibiydi kendini.Televizyonun ışığında pikenin altından vücut kıvrımları belli oluyordu.acaip uyarılmıştım kalkıp tuvalete yöneldim. 31 Çekerek boşaldım. Biraz rahatlamalıydım. Döndüğümde uyuyordu.Birası boşalmıştı. Ortalığı topladım az sonra gene yanındaydım. Üstünden pikeyi kaldırdım.Aralık duran bacaklarından külotunu sıyırdım. Traş etmişti amcığını mis gibi kokuyordu. Uzanıp yalamaya başladım. Dilimi sokuyordum amına bızırını ısırmaya başladığımda inlemeye ve kalçalarını çalkalamaya başlamıştı. Hafif hafif inliyordu.Diz çöküp amına girdiğimde derin bir ooohh çıktı ağzından. Dudaklarına yumuldum dilim ağzının içine girdiğinde dilimi vantuzladığnı hisseder gibi oldum bu beni dahada azdırmıştı.amının suları taşıyorduiçine girdikçe geliyordum hızla doğruldum ve az önca dilimle açtığım ağzına sokuverdimyarrağımı boşalmaya başladığım anda onun ellerini kalçalarımda hissettim gırtlağına kadar almıştı beni kalçalarıma geçirmişti tırnaklarını ve emiyordu. Saçlarına yapıştım ağzından sikiyordum şimdi-Aaah anneeee-mmmmggghhh oohhh boşal koçumm ımmmmgghhtamamen uyanıktı. Sikim boğazına kadar girip çıkarken taş gibi olmuştu . Yeniden yerimi aldığımda ayağa kalkarak arkasını döndü ve kucağıma oturdu üstümdeki ağırlığı altında eziliyordum arkadan memelerini mıncıklayarak amına gömdüğüm yarrağımın üstünde oturup kalkıyordu-ooohh sok ahhh dibine kadar aaagghhh- al anam ohhh ufffelleriyle taşaklarımı okşuyordu sonra usulca dibinden tutarak çıkarttı ve götünün deliğinin üzerine getirdi. Yavaş yavaş milim milim alıyordu.Memelerinden tutuyordum zorlanarak giriyordu.-Aagghh yavaş yavaş oğlum ohhh aagghh-ah çok dar anne ahhgDibini bulmuştu sonunda terden sırılsıklamdık.içinde gidip gelirken kasıldığınıhissediyordum.ve ılık ılık göt deliğine boşalmaya başladım-aaahhh geliyorum anne ooohhh- gel gel hayatım fışkırt ohhhusulca içinden kaydım eğildi ve yatağın kenarına oturdu şimdi ağzına almış temizliyordu.Bir daha hiç ayrılmadık. Hala beraberiz kayınvalidemle. karımda annesiyle iyi geçindiğim için çok memnun.

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KOCAM SİKEMİYORDU TESİSATCIYA VERDİM (ALINTI)
Kocam sikmiyordu tesisatcıya verdim (ALINTI)

Sizlere kendi hikayemi anlatmak istiyorum. Sürekli olarak yaşadığım bu kaçak ilişki benim için sıkıntı olmaya başladı. Çünkü ben her canım istediği zaman sikişmek istiyorum. Ama evde bir kocam olduğu için ve onun da artık bana karşı siki kalkmadığından sıkıntılarım burada başladı. Ben ailemin isteği sonucunda teyzemin oğluyla evlendim. İlk yıllarımız çok iyi giderken daha sonraki yıllarımızda tamamen kocamın değişmesine ve benimle hatta çocuklarıyla hiç ilgilenmemesine neden olunca işte sorun burada başladı. Ben genç ve güzel bir kadın olduğum için kadınlığımı yaşamak ve kadınlığımı da bir erkek tarafından bana yaşatılmasını istiyordum. Kocamda tam olarak ir odun olduğundan hiçbir şekilde bana yanaşmıyordu. Bende bu durumdan rahatsız olduğumu belirttiğim halde bir türlü bana yanaşmıyor ve bir türlü bana yaklaşmıyordu. Kendime bakıyor ve hatta kocamın ilgisini de çekmek için süper seksi gecelikler aldım. Bu gecelikler bile onun ilgisini çekmeme neden olmuyordu. Evde herhangi bir eşya bozulsa ya da bir şey tamir edilmesi gerektiği zaman kocam tarafından hiçbir şekilde ilgimi çekmiyor tüm şikayetlerime rağmen umursamıyordu. Mesela fırın bozuldu. Ama kocama dediğim halde 3 ay boyunca o fırını tamir ettirmediğinden dolayı da evde yemek yapamıyordum ve bu da kocamın sinirlerinin bozulmasına neden oluyordu. Uzun zamandır evin musluğu damlatıyordu ve değiştirilmesi gerekiyordu. Ama ize yakın yerlerde bir sucu olmadığından dolayı kesinlikle de ilgilenmiyordu. En sonunda ben dayanamadım artık ve üzerimi giyip çocuğu da komşuya bırakıp gidip bir sucu alıp getirdim. Çünkü artık bu sucunun gelmesi ve damlayan muslukları da tamir ettirmem gerekiyordu ki bu su damlayan sesinden kurtulmak istiyordum gerçekten de sinir bozucu bir durumdu. Bu yüzden sucuyu alıp getirmek için gittiğim zaman adamı gördüğüm zaman resmen yakışıklı olması ve gücünün kuvvetinin yerinde olmasından dolayı aşırı etkilenmiştim ve yaklaşık olarak 2 yıldır kocam tarafından sikilmediğim için bu yüzden kocamdan umudumu kesmiştim. Bende sucuyu yol boyunca düşünmeye başladım. Acaba sikinin boyu ne kadar ilk aklıma gelen soru buydu. Onun siki büyük ya da küçük olması umurumda olmazdı sadece beni sikmesini istiyordum. Çünkü amımdan içeriye bir sik girmeyeli uzun zaman olmuştu. Eve geldiğimiz zaman vanayı kapatıp musluğu tamir etmeye başladı. Ben biraz konuştuğum zaman adamın da çok çapkın biri olduğunu tahmin etmiştim. İşini bitirdiği zaman gitmesini istemiyordum. Hazır çocuk evde yokken adamı baştan çıkarmak istiyordum. İşim bitti deyince bir çay koydum içelim mi dedim. Tamam dedi. Ben mutfağa çay koymaya gittiğim zaman, adam da elini yıkayıp salona geçti. Çok yakışıklıydı ve mutfağa geçtiğim zaman hayal kurmaya başladım. Ama tek başına oturmasını da istemediğimden hemen çayı aldığım gibi yanına gittim. Evliymiş ama karısından memnun değildi. Bende durumumu pat diye anlattım. Kocamın 2 yıldır beni sikmediğini söylediğim zaman şaşırdı. Ben yanında oturuyordum. Elimi tuttu. O an ben iyice azmıştım. Elimi alarak öpmeye başladı. Ben inlemeye başladım direk. Bir baktım ki pantolonundan siki kabarmıştı. O siki içimde istiyorum dedim. Hemen ayağa kalkıp beni soymaya başladı soyarken de yalıyor öpüyordu. İlk önce amımı yaladı. Daha sonra sikini çıkardı ve ağzıma soktu Ama ben ağzımda istemiyorum sikini amımda istiyorum dedim. Hemen o ıslanmış amımdan içeriye soktuğu anda ben delirmiştim. Beni kucağına alıp hoplatmaya başladığı an kendimden geçerek boşaldım. Artık kocamın beni sikmesine de ihtiyacım kalmadı. Ne zaman darda kalsam çocuğu komşuya bırakıp sucuyu arıyorum

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Fatoş’umun minik götü 2
Biraz dinlenmiştik, yatak da çırılçıplak uzanıyor sigara içip bu durumu konuşuyorduk. Kimseye bir şey çaktırmayacak mümkün mertebe bu işin açığa çıkmaması için uğraş verecektik. Gençliğin etkisiyle kanım taşaklarıma ve sikime doğru akıyor, kolumun altında yatmakta olan fatoş’un sıcak teni beni azdırıyordu. Sikim yeniden sertleşmeye başlamıştı. Fatoş hemen uzanıp ağzına aldı deli gibi somurmaya başlamıştı sikimi bir ağzına sokuyor, bir diline vuruyor bazen şakır kaşır otuzbir çektiriyordu keyfime diyecek yoktu. Sigaramı yakıp anın keyfini çıkarmaya çalıştım. Fatoş sikime asıldıkça deliriyordu delirdikçe daha iştahla yalıyordu.
– Nereden öğrendin lan orospu yalamasını dediysem de ses etmedi. Bir anda sikimin üzerine
Oturup yatağın başlığından tutarap ileri geri yapıyordu. Amını kasıklarıma sertçe vuruyordu bense hala sigaramı içiyor bu yarak düşkünü olmuş kadının ileri geri oynayan memelerine bakıyordum. Memelerin birisini avuçladım, kulağıma eğilim öptü. “Her şeye küfret” dedi..
– Mehmet godoşu demek sen elleyemiyorsun bu memeleri ha dedim sırıtarak, eminim Mehmet abinin içinde bir şeyler kırılmıştı yüzünden belliydi bu hal. Bir erkeğin erkek olamamasının acısını yaşadığına emindim, Fatoş ise bir erkeğin kucağında kadınlığının en verimli anını yaşıyordu, ıslanan amcığı ateş gibi yanan azgınlığı ile dünya umurunda değildi bir şaha kalkan at gibi iri yarağın üzerinde kıvranıyor sikilmemenin acısını çıkarıyordu. Elini göğüslerime atıp oturup kalkmaya başlayınca bende götünden tutup okşuyor ona sert ve tatlı tokatlar atıyordum minik götünün keyfini sürüyordum.

Mehmet abinin durumu içler acısıydı küçük çükü ile oturduğu koltukta bir başına avradının genç bir boğa tarafından sikilişini seyrediyordu. Gözlerinde garip acınası bir hal vardı. Fatoş ona doğru bakınca durumu anladı ve kucağımdan inip elimden tutarak beni oraya sürükledi kendini Mehmet’in kucağına verip domaldı. Ellerin ile mehmetin boynunu tutup göz gözgöze geldiklerinde bana “gir aşkım arkadan” dedi dediğini yapıp güzel götünün yanağına sürttüğüm yarağımı amına gömdüm ve pompaya başladım kah dipliyor içinin en ücra köşelerine mor başlı canavarımla giriyor kah üzerine iyice eğilip köpekleme pozisyonda sikiyordum.
– Ne yapıyor beni Mehmet
– Sikiyor
– Sikiyor mu feci sikiyor lan, amımı dağıtıyor amımı..

Bense iyice hızlanıyordum bu sözleri duyunca. Saçlarını kavradım Fatoş’un dibine dibine vurmaya başladım amı bir duvar olsa yıkılırdı belki açılıp kapanıyor küçük deliği misairini kucaklayıp sıkıştırıyordu. Islaklığı ile yoğrulan zevk çukuru benim deli gibi siktiğim bir delikti sadece memelerini avuçlarıma alıp kanırtıyor çığlık ve inlemeleri eşliğinde keyfini çıkarıyordum daha bir hafta öncesine kadar korktuğum patronum şimdi ikimin ucunda deli gibi kıvranıyordu.

Mehmetin kulaklarını tutup “orospu çocuğu, çüksüz köpek” demeye başladı, ufak tokatlar atıyordu artık ve okkalı bir tükürük attı mehmet’in yüzüne sonra bana göz kırptı kafası ile işaret ettiği yere baktığımda Mehmet abinin küçük siki kalkmıştı.

– Bu orospu çocuğu bundan hoşlanıyor değil mi lan göt dedi.
– Evet
Üzülmüştüm ama aldığım zevk beni de hayvanlaştırıyordu bende iyice bastırdım kendimi Fatoş’un içine bir tokatta ben salladım Mehmet abinin suratına sonra Fatoş doğrulup elimden tuttu mehmetin gözlerinin önünde sikimi gösterip “yarağa bak göt oğlanı yarağa” deyip yatağa geçti.

Bacaklarını omuzlarıma aldığım gibi yüklenmeye başladım Fatoş’umun minik amına ben loçk lock diye sokuyor bir yandan da bu minik kadını anasının amından çıktığına pişman etmek istiyordum. Kollarıma geçirdiği tırnakları ile deli gibi sarsılarak boşaldı bende ardından öküz gibi böğürerek boşaldım. Bir müddet öyle durduk sonra yavaşça devrildiğim de Mehmet abi karşımdaydı..

Minik karsının kilodunu üzerine geçirmiş elinde tepsi bira ve fıstık getirmişti. Yatağa bırakıp oturdu karşıya birer sigara yaktık hatta Fatoş sırıtarak “sağ ol bacım” dedi mehmet’e

Birkaç gün geçmişti iş yerinde düzenli patron işçi ilişkisi devam ediyor Mehmet Abi hala erkekliğine toz kondurmadan hikayelerine devam ediyordu arada göz göze geliyorduk içimden “yalancı çüksüz” diyordum tabi. Fatoş ile ise sms ile görüşüyorduk
– Özledim
– Bende bundan sonra birlikte kalacağız
– Nasıl
– Nasılı var mı karım değil misin o çüksüzle mi yatıyorsun yoksa
– Yok be o benim bacım artık tamam kocacığım öyle yaparız
– Amına koduğumun kaltağı
– Şişşştt azdırma beni bak yoksa ..

Çok geçmedi on beş dakika sonra bana baka baka Mehmet abiye evde işim var yukarı çıkıyorum dedi Fatoş. Mesajı almıştım da nasıl çıkacaktım yukarı biraz sonra Mehmet abi “senin sınavın yok mu git ders çalış lan aylak aylak dolaşacağına” deyince soluğu yukarıda aldım. İçeriye girer girmez sarıldık Fatoş ile “Kocan gönderdi” dedim “hhahaha iyi ya sik karısını” deyip sikimi eline alıp saksoya başladı bende elimi atmış memelerini okşuyordum. Arada ağzından çıkarıp “demek birlikte kalacağız ha” deyip sikimi ağzına sokuyor bazen de ben kafasını tutup ağzını sikiyordum.

Çabuk ol aşkım vaktimiz yok işler var aşağıda deyip iki koltuğun kol kısmının bileştiği yere uzandı bende altımı çıkarıp hemen bacaklarını göğe dikip sikmeye başladım küçük amını öyle güçlü vuruyordum ki “yavaş lan düşeceğim” diyordu diyordu da kim umursuyordu onu “bir daha tek kıl olmayacak bu amcıkta” deyip iyice kökledim

Başörtüsü kaymıştı hırıltılar çıkarıyordu büyük sikim girip çıktıkça memelerini tutup bırakıyordu elbisenin üzerinden amının ıslaklığı artıyordu bütün amlar böyle mi ıslanıyordu acaba giderek daha da hızlanıp aynı anda titreyerek boşaldık…üzerinde bir müddet kaldım öylece tam sikimi çıkarıp dönmüştüm ki Mehmet abi kapıda bizi izliyordu yerdeki kilodu alıp avucunun içine sıkıştırdım
– Al karının kilodu, ben siktim sen giydir

Deyip çıktım.

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Oteldeki dükkanlar, daha yeni yeni açılmaya başlamıştı. Ayla, ne yapacağını tam bilemeden, dolaşıp duruyordu. Murat, yani kocası, yedinci kattaki odalarında hala uyuyordu. Çok uğraşmış, ama onu kalkmaya razı edememişti. Bir bakıma anlıyordu kocasını, Gece binbir türlü macera yaşamış ve oldukça geç yatmışlardı.

Murat’ı uyandıramayınca, kendisi giyinip aşağıya inmişti. Hoş pek giyinmiş de sayılmazdı ya.

Üstüne geçirdikleri, beyaz renkli bir giysiyle, yine beyaz bir çift yüksek topuklu sandaletten ibaretti. Giysisi, aslında biraz uzunca bir atlet fanilasına benziyordu. Kolları, omuzları, göğsü ve sırtı çıplaktı. İncecik ve elastiki kumaş vücudunu hafifçe sarmış, bütün hatlarını meydana çıkarmıştı. Yakasının kesimi epeyce derindi ve küçük ama dimdik ve yusyuvarlak memeleri, hem önden, hem de yanlardan, iyice meydandaydılar. Görünmeyen kısımları da, incecik kumaşın altında, çıplaktan bile beter bir görünüm veriyordu. Uçları, birer düğme gibi kumaşı kabartıyor, yürürken hafif hafif titriyordu.

İncecik belinden sonra birden genişleyen kalçaları ise, kumaşı iyice germişti. İçine külot giymemiş olduğunu anlamak için fazla bir düş gücü gerekmiyordu. Arkadan; yusyuvarlak kalçalarının arasındaki yarık, önden de, göbeğinin çukuru ile kasıklarındaki kılların kabarıklığı, açıkça belli oluyordu. Eteği ise mininin en cüretli örneklerinden biri sayılabilirdi. Kasıklarını ancak örtüyordu.

Uzun ve son derece güzel bacakları, ayakkabılarının yüksek topukları nedeniyle daha da uzamış gibiydiler. Üstelik ayakkabılarının bir özelliği daha vardı. Bacaklarını böyle göze batar hale getirmenin ötesinde, Ayla’nın en güzel yerlerinden biri olan ayaklarını. Akıl almayacak bir seksilikle sergiliyorlardı.

Dükkanların bulunduğu koridorda yürürken, “bu güzel tatili biran önce değerlendirmeye başlaması gerektiğini” düşünüyordu. Önünde yalnızca iki hafta vardı. Amacı ise yalnızca güneşlenip denize girmek değildi tabii ki. Bu sıcak iklimin ateşli, güçlü ve cazip erkeklerine de, aylardan beri hasret kalmıştı açığını kapatmak istiyordu. Sabahın bu erken saatinde kendini odadan dışarı atmasının baş nedeni de buydu. Ama ne yapacağını bilemiyordu işte. Bildiği tek şey, fazla vaktinin olmadığıydı. Kısa bir süre sonra odaya, kocasının yanına geri dönmek zorundaydı. Ama, hiçbir şey yapmadan, boş dönmeyi de istemiyordu doğrusu.

Böyle amaçsız dolaşırken, koridorun sonuna gelmişti. En dipteki ayakkabıcı dükkanı ilgisini çekti. Vitrininde, birbirinden güzel ayakkabılar vardı. Durup, bakmaya koyuldu.

Kısa bir süre sonra da, gözü içerdeki tezgahtara takıldı. En çok 25 yaşlarında olmalıydı. Siyah ve kıvır kıvır saçlı, sırım gibi bir oğlandı tezgahtar. Ayla, “yakışıklı çocuk” diye düşündü.

Oğlan ise Ayla’nın çoktan farkına varmıştı. Kapıya gelip, klasik bir güneyli tezgahtarlığıyla, onunla ilgilenmeye başlaması da, çok zaman almamıştı zaten. Ayla, oğlanın kapkara gözlerinin vücudunda dolaştığını farkediyordu. Siker gibi bakıyordu. Birden huylanıverdiğini hissetti.

Çevresine bakındı. Kimseler yoktu. Birden kararını verdi ve oğlanın yanından geçerek, dükkana girdi.

Tezgahtara, “birkaç çift ayakkabıya bakmak istediğini, ama vitrindekilerden hiçbirini sevmediğini” söyledi. Acaba başka modelleri yok muydu? Bunları söyledikten sonra da, yanıt bile beklemeden yürüyüp, dükkanın en dip tarafındaki koltuklardan birine oturdu. Yüzü, vitrine dönüktü.

Tezgahtar, az sonra elinde birkaç kutuyla yanına geldi. Sonra elindekileri yere koyup, kendisi de diz çöktü ve Ayla’nın sağ ayakkabısını çıkarmak üzere uzandı. Aynı anda Ayla onun elektrik çarpış gibi irkildiğini farketti. Hafifçe aralık duran bacakları, ayağını tezgahtara uzattığı zaman biraz daha aralanmıştı. Tezgahtarın, bir anda bal rengi kılların ardına saklanmaya çalışan pembe dudaklı amıyla karşı karşıya kaldığını biliyordu.

Oğlan yine de gözlerini kasıklarından zorla kopararak dikkatini ona giydirmeye çalıştığı ayakkabıda toplamaya çalışıyordu. Teninin esmerliğine rağmen, yüzünün kızardığı belli oluyordu. Ne kadar tahrik olduğunu anlamak için falcı olmak gerekmiyordu yani. Ayla da, fena halde tahrik olmuştu bu arada. Tezgahtar ikinci ayakkabısını da çıkarırken, bacakları biraz daha aralandılar. Artık tümüyle oğlanın gözleri önündeydi. Amı alabildiğine sulanmıştı.

Tezgahtar, her şeye rağmen, getirdiği kutulardaki ayakkabıları giydirmeye çalışıyordu. Ayla’nın tek yapacağı, buna izin verip beklemekti. Böylece, oğlanın ellerinin çıplak ayaklarıyla bacaklarında dolaşmasına ve her an biraz daha meydana çıkan amının içine düşmesine de fırsat vermiş oluyordu. Oğlanın hali bitikti. Ayla da pek farklı sayılmazdı. Göstermek, onun için her zaman ciddi bir tahrik nedeni olmuştu. Üstelik, karşısındaki erkeği tahrik ettiğini farkettiğinde, daha da heyecanlanıyordu. Şimdi ise heyecanı dalga dalga çoğalmaya başlamıştı.

Bu arada oğlanın getirdiği kutular boşalmış ve içlerindeki tüm ayakkabılar Ayla’nın ayaklarına giydirilip çıkarılmıştı. Onun kapkara ve alev alev yanan gözlerle yüzüne baktığını görmek, Ayla’nın kanının biraz daha kaynamasına neden oldu. Şehvetten kısılıp kalınlaşmış bir sesle “Başka modeller yok mu?” diye sordu.

Boğazı kurumuştu oğlanın. Ayla’nın sorusunu, yalnızca başını sallayarak cevaplamasından da belliydi bu. Sonra ayağa kalktı. İlk göze çarpan, pantolonunun önündeki muhteşem kabarıklıktı. Ama Ayla’nın bu manzarayı fazla seyretmesine olanak vermedi tezgahtar. Yürüyüp gitti ve neredeyse akıl almayacak kadar kısa bir sürede, kollarında yeni kutularla geri döndü.

Bu sefer biraz daha cüretlenmişe de benziyordu doğrusu. Her yeni ayakkabıyı Ayla’ya giydirirken, elleri onun ayak bileklerinde, hatta zaman zaman bacaklarının alt kısımlarında dolaşmaya başlamıştı. Bu da, Ayla’nın daha çok tahrik olmasına neden oluyordu tabii. Ama aklı, az önce oğlanın önünde gördüğü o muhteşem kabarıklıkta kalmıştı. Merakını gidermenin tek yolunun, onu biran önce görmek olduğunu da biliyordu. Çıplak sol ayağını yerden kaldırıp, hedefini açıkça belli eden bir kararlılıkla, oğlanın kasıklarını doğru uzatmaya başladı. Hareketleri yavaştı. Tezgahtarın gözlerinin, büyülenmiş gibi ayağına kitlenip kaldığının farkındaydı.

Sonra bir anda ayağını, o aklını başından alan muhteşem kabarıklığın üstüne indiriverdi. İkisi de titrediler. Ayla, aradaki pantolon kumaşına rağmen, ayak parmaklarının dokunduğu sikin alev alev yanmakta olduğunu hissediyor ve sanki mümkünmüş gibi, daha da tahrik oluyordu. Ayağı, sanki kendi başına davranıyormuşcasına hareketlenip o kocaman olduğu belli siki okşamaya başladığında ise artık dönülemeyecek noktayı geçtiğinin bilincine vardı.

Oğlan, büyülenmişcesine donup kalmıştı. Ateş saçan gözleri, Ayla’nın yarı kapalı gözlerine kilitlenmiş gibiydi.

Ayla, şehvetten kudurduğunu hissediyordu. Burun delikleri açılıp kapanıyor, hızlı hızlı nefes alıyordu. Kısık bir sesle, “Dışarı çıkarsana…” dedi, “görmek istiyorum onu…”

Tezgahtarın titreyen parmakları, büyülenmişcesine Ayla’nın buyruğuna itaat ettiler. Fermuarını adeta parçalar gibi indirdi ve elin pantolonunun içine dalıp, sikini dışarı çıkardı.

Aslında ancak yarısı dışardaydı oğlanın sikinin ama, bu kadarı bile Ayla’nın ne kadar haklı olduğunu anlamasına yetmişti. Kocaman, upuzun, bilek kadar kalın, kapkara ve kıllarla kaplı bir allame vardı karşısında. Kafası kocaman bir mantara benziyordu ve şişip mosmor olmuştu. Manzara, amının biraz daha sulanmasına ve şişmiş dudaklarının iyice açılmasına neden olmuştu şimdi. Güzelim ayağının biçimli ve yumuşak parmakları yeniden uzanıp, sikin nazik derisine dokundular. İkisi de, tekrar titrediler.

Sonra öbür ayağını da tezgahtarın kucağına getirdi Ayla. İki ayağıyla iki yandan kavrayıp, o aklını başından alan kocaman siki sıvazlamaya, okşamaya başladı. Oğlanın gözleri iyice kaymıştı artık.

Ayla konuşmaya başladığında, sesi iyice boğuklaşmıştı. “Bırak kendini yakışıklı çocuk…” diyordu, “Bırak kendini kendini ayaklarıma… Ohhhhh seni sağmak istiyorum… Belini sağmak istiyorum…”

Tezgahtarın artık hiç sesi çıkmıyordu. Dengesini bulmak için iki elini yere dayamıştı. Gözleri, Ayla’nın yüzüyle, artık tabak gibi meyanda olan, vıcık vıcık sulanmış ve dudaklarını bir ağız gibi açmış amının arasında gidip geliyordu. Fazla dayanamayacağı belliydi. Ayla da pek farklı durumda değildi zaten. Kendini zorlayarak, önce oğlanın belini getirmesini bekliyordu. Tüm vücudu gerilmiş, iki eli koltuğun kenarlarını sıkıca kavramıştı.

Birden patlayıverdi oğlan. İlk salvo, havada geniş bir kavis çizip, Ayla’nın sağ dizene isabet etti. Alev gibi bir temastı bu. Ayla sağ ayağını sikin o mosmor başına götürüp, parmaklarını peşpeşe beller fışkırtan küçük deliğin üstüne kapadı. O sıcak, kalın ve beyaz sıvı, şimdi parmaklarının arasına fışkırıyordu. Elleri koltuğun kenarlarını daha da sıkı kavramıştı artık. Sonra tüm vücudu sarsılmaya başladı. Beli geliyordu onun da. Hem de sanki şimdiye kadar hiç gelmemiş gibi.

Bir süre öylece kaldılar. Ayla’nın parmakları, vıcık vıcık, yapış yapış olmuştu. Sonra ayağını yavaşça oğlanın kucağından çekti. Yerinden doğrulup, hemen önündeki ayakkabı kalabalığı arasında kendininkileri aramaya başladı.

Tezgahtar ise hala donmuş gibi duruyor, ayağa kalkmayı bile akledemiyordu. Önce sol ayakkabısını giydi Ayla. Sonra da sağını, her tarafı bellere bulanmış ayağına geçirip kalktı.

Oğlan, diz çöktüğü yerden onu şaşkın bakışlarla seyrediyordu. Hiçbir şey söylemesine izin vermeden yürüyüp, dükkandan çıktı Ayla. Hızlı adımlarla asansöre doğru yürümeye başladı. Yukarıya, odada uyumakta olan kocasının yanına gidiyordu. Ona anlatacağı o kadar çok şey vardı ki…

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I often wondered what went on at the men-only baths/saunas, and now I know. My curiosity got the better of me, thankfully!

I knew there was one not far from me, having seen it advertised in the local fringe paper. So I called for the address and off I went.

It was a nondescript building with 3 floors but no identification outside except for the number on the door. I walked through the front door to see a glass partition on top of the counter, with a small opening through which I could talk to the guy on the other side. He said it was 10 bucks for a locker for 4 hours, or 15 for a room for the same time.

I paid for the locker and was let through the door to the side of the counter. I was then handed 2 towels and a lock and told the lockers were just down the hall. I found an unused locker, stripped down, then wrapped a towel around my waist. It was about the size of a small bath towel, just large enough to go around and tuck back in. Then I set off to explore.

I saw several other guys wandering about, all similarly clad. To the side of the lockers was a shower room, so I went in for a quick rinse. I could feel eyes following me as I entered the large, open room and turned on one of the showers. casino şirketleri Another guy came in then, and started lathering/stroking himself, with predictable results. He was looking at me, but I wanted to get the feel for the place, so I said “not now, but maybe later.” He seemed to take this in stride, and away I went, even though it was tempting to get down on my knees and fill my mouth with his lengthening tool.

On the same floor was a sauna. Entering that I could just see 3 rows of benches around 3 sides of the room, and a few guys here and there. I sat down on a middle bench and let the heat sink in as I got used to the very dim light from the single low wattage bulb. In one corner I saw 2 guys with their hands up each other’s towels, enjoying the feeling of having their cocks stroked. Then the guy closest to me got down on a lower bench in front of his buddy, opened the towel and buried his head in the inviting, wide-open crotch.

I could see his head moving about, then up and down, obviously swallowing a face-full of stiff dick. The other guy just leaned back and moaned with satisfaction as he enjoyed the blowjob. He had a short fuse, and was soon grunting loudly as he emptied his casino firmaları load into the eager mouth of his partner. When he stopped shooting they paused briefly, then the sucker got up, wiped his mouth, and left.

This was all pretty exciting for me, and I now had a half-hard prick of my own, which I was stroking slowly. Another guy had obviously noticed this, and slid over next to me. He moved his leg over to touch mine, and started rubbing my leg with his, sending a clear message. I put my hand on his knee, and moved it slowly upward until I reached the edge of the towel. There was no turning back now. I continued my upward trek, and my hand was greeted by 2 nice balls, then a steel-like cock, begging for attention. He reached under my towel, and found much the same. As we mutually stroked each other, I made the decision to be the aggressor and suck this guy off. I did not want to blow my own load so soon in my visit. I asked him if he wanted to get sucked, and his expression spoke volumes.

Down I went, parting his towel and gently spreading his knees apart to allow better access. I licked his hot, musty balls, and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. I played with the ample balls as I licked güvenilir casino his cock-head and stuck my tongue into the hole at the tip. As he squirmed on the bench, I opened wide and dove down on the shaft. I buried his meat deep in my throat, and started pumping up and down. I stroked his dick in time with one hand, and massaged his balls with the other. He now had his hands behind my head and was pulling my head down on him, keeping the rhythm going.

I tasted the first salty drop of pre cum, and knew climax was not far away. He was now also thrusting his hips into my face, increasing the pace of his jabs into my mouth. I could smell his sweat and felt his pubes against my face. With no further warning, I felt him stiffen, then tasted the torrents of hot, sticky juices spurting against the back of my mouth as he held my face buried deep in his crotch. The taste was heavenly, and the volume substantial. I tried to suck every last drop of fluid from his cock, until he was dry.

“That was great,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ll be here for a while today, so look for me. I’m going to cool down in the hot tub for a while.”

With that he got up and re-wrapped himself and left. I waited for a while, savouring the feeling and the taste in my mouth. Then I too left the sauna, seeking other encounters. I had only been there for half an hour or so, and had not even left the first floor. This was going to be a great afternoon!

To Be Continued…

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Sue and mom saw through the video monitor I had rigged up that Aunt Veronica and I sat down on the bed and relaxed, recouping our energy for round two. They moved to mom’s bed and lay down. Facing towards each other, they admired the differences in each other’s bodies.

Mom was taller than Sue, about 5’8″, so you always knew when she entered the room. Heads would often turn. She carried herself with a certain elegance, an air of feminine confidence. A woman who knows she’s glamorous and accepts the fact graciously.

Physically, her diet and exercise discipline has paid great dividends. Plus, obviously – considering her stunning sister – good genes play a roll. Mom was tight and defined, with strong shoulders and arms that were not large, but appeared powerful. Her breasts were medium sized, perhaps a C cup, which meant they appeared smaller than they actually were as a result of her overall size. But uncovered, they stuck out proudly, with quarter size nipples dead center and a lovely rounded swell at the bottom.

Mom’s stomach was flat and taught. Not defined, but drum flat, no FUPA (Fat Above Pussy Area) on her. Her pussy was shaved around the lips, with soft, sexy dirty blonde hair above. Sue knew that she would soon be smelling and tasting mom’s fragrance with her tongue, and the thought gave her a slight shiver.

Mom’s legs were her best attribute. Very long and shapely, from the outside sweep of her thighs to the bow of her hamstrings. Her calves – ah her calves – thin at the ankle with prominent size and perfect shape. The kind of calves that displayed wonderfully with high heels. No veins, no skin discoloration. You’d never know she had bore children.

Mom’s facial structure and complexion were flawless, save for a few freckles here and there, souvenirs of unwise teenage sunbathing that she was always warning us about. Now she was meticulous in preserving her skin from the sun. Her skin was quite light, almost powdery, with large green eyes that could flash anger or instantly seduce even an innocent pedestrian. Her lips, though not as full as Sue’s, were faultlessly shaped and when curled into a smile revealed a mouth of perfectly straight bright white teeth.

Susan had seen many girls naked, from the school locker room to her friend’s pool. But only a choice few had a body to match mom’s. Sue found herself forgetting that this was her mother, and marveling at her splendor. It made her heart beat faster and her pussy tingle.

When mom looked at Sue, she saw a body that made boys swallow hard and girls wish they had been born to different parents.

Her skin was at least three shades darker than mom’s was. Part of it was from inheriting my father’s darker coloring, and part was her summer tan from outdoor soccer and swimming. Her eyes were sparkling blue and shined like gemstones from her tan face. Her lips were fuller than mom’s, the sort of soft, pouty lips that begged to be kissed.

Moving down, mom’s eyes had to stop and stare in wonder at Susan’s magnificent breasts. Large – at least a D cup – and with gravity defying firmness. They were so big; you couldn’t cover one using both hands. Big enough to lift up and feast on. Big enough to stick your head in between. Even on her side, her daughter’s breasts didn’t sag a drop. Bikini wearing had made sensuous triangular designs on her breasts, making them appear even more alluring. Her dark aureoles were half-dollar sized, with thick nipples that could stick out nearly an inch when erect, which they soon would be.

Moving her eyes down her daughter’s stomach, mom marveled at the deep line of separation that ran down her torso, and the less prominent though still quite visible horizontal lines of her abdominal muscles. She knew that she could work out all day, every day, and not have Susan’s natural physique.

Her legs were so strong, with clear muscular separation of the quadriceps muscles – the teardrop effect. Incredible. Her marvelous calves, too, displayed striking definition, leading down to her delicate feet and polished toenails. Sue was a knockout, and looking at her naked body was making mom woozy with lust.

Susan rolled over and what mom saw dragged her over the edge. Susan’s back was broad and tan, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and falling down to one side. Mom goggled at the strength displayed in the upper back and lat muscles that ran down Sue’s sides. The sharp, thick line that ran the length of her torso, ending at her ass.

That ass – my God, mom thought. She had to feel it, it was so round and perfect. So firm, so silky smooth to the touch. Mom stuck her hands out, tentatively at first, and rubbed her daughter’s gorgeous ass. casino siteleri Susan sighed deeply, moving her ass in small circles in response. Thus encouraged, mom began rubbing Sue’s ass in earnest, shooting small sparks through the girl. Sue’s legs began to move up and down on the bed, as though she was trying to climb to the top of it.

Unable to control her urges any longer, mom moved her face between Sue’s ass and began gently licking inside the crack, just above the anus. She could hear soft “mmmmms” coming from Sue’s mouth, which was face down in a pillow. Mom lightly bit and licked her daughter’s ass, concentrating on the top of the crack where it met her taught lower back. Then she kissed and licked her way down Sue’s ass, trailing her lips and tongue lightly along her thighs and calves. She kissed and sucked Sue’s delicious calves, down to her ankles and feet. Mom’s pussy was beginning to feel damp. So was Sue’s.

Moving back up, mom spread Sue’s ass cheeks wide and began to stroke Sue’s anus with long, flat strokes of her tongue.

“God, mom, ” Sue gushed, “that feels . . . amazing.”

Mom knew just how it felt. Sue pulled her knees in a little, which propped her ass higher in the air. Mom was able to lick down further, lapping first at Sue’s perineum and then her outer pussy lips. She licked in long, flat strokes, covering the area with her dripping saliva. Sue was quivering on the bed.

Then mom began to use her tongue like a wand, a magic wand if you will, inserting it into Susan’s leaking pussy again and again. Then tickling her clit with it.

“Mmmmooommmm . . .” Sue moaned. “You’re making me feel . . . it’s soooo good.”

“I’m glad honey,” she responded in between licks. She was now using one hand to try and quell the fire raging in her own swollen pussy.

Sue guessed correctly how aroused her mother must have felt by now, and decided to share the ecstasy. Plus, she was dying to lick at the lovely pussy she’d just recently seen. In one skillful athletic move, she flipped herself over and around, so that she was staring up into her mother’s delicate pink pussy while hers was hovering over her mom’s willing mouth.

Now in a 69 position, their hot, slightly sweaty bodies in full contact with one another, mother and daughter began to lick each other’s highly charged pussies with true gusto. Each stroke of the tongue brought the recipient unspeakable pleasure. Each finger opening, inserting, wiggling, brought moans of fulfillment and gasps of delight.

From down below, Susan used her thumbs to spread mom’s pussy lips apart. She used her tongue like a basting wand, wetting the entire area from the outer to the inner lips and all the places in between. She licked up and down, then side to side. Sometimes fast and hard, alternating with slow, soft licks. Mom was sweating slightly more, her pussy emitting a lovely, fragrant scent. Her breathing was pronounced, her body rising and falling. Sue reached her hands up along her mother’s sides and slid them in, covering her breasts. She then found the nipples and squeezed them – a little harder – a little harder, until mom was so horny that she was licking Susan’s pussy furiously.

From above, Mom licked the gorgeous pussy that her face was buried in with sheer joy. She held Sue’s legs apart, allowing her to stick her entire face in Sue’s crotch and lap at her pussy. She rubbed her hands over Susan’s smooth, long legs, starting from her groin and reaching down as far as she could. At the same time, the licking she was receiving was causing goose bumps to emerge all over her. She wet Susan’s perineum area again and inserted just the tip of her pinkie finger into Sue’s anus, eliciting squeals of delight from the younger girl, as her hips bucked up and down on the bed.

The room was filled with noise and fury. Two beautiful women, oblivious to their family connection, enjoying each other’s bodies and oral talents fully. Suddenly, Susan stopped herself – so abruptly that her mother was taken by surprise.

“What – what’s wrong honey?” mom asked.

“The screen mom,” she shrieked in an almost half-drunken sexual stupor, her long hair in a pile all over her face, pointing to the monitor with Ronnie and me on it. “Look – look at the screen!”

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Aunt Veronica and I had enjoyed our rest, after some incredible sex. The kind of sex I’d dreamed about having with her since I hit puberty, but never thought I’d ever – ever experience.

We lay on my bed, touching each other lightly, talking about each other’s lives. She had her frustrations, I had mine. She had her hopes and dreams, I had mine. She had her needs, wants and unfulfilled desires – I had a boatload of them. We weren’t so different after all. And she was a babe – a major babe.

After a short while, we began talking about our sexual preferences and fantasies. I knew things were about to get interesting again. I was counting on it.

“Adam,” Veronica asked slot oyna softly, “Can I ask you something, sort of a favor?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll bet that with the other girls you’ve been with, and there have probably been a lot,” she winked, “you just sort of let things happen as they did, let your desire steer the boat, right?”

“Well, sort of,” I replied. “To tell you the truth, I think most girls are hesitant to take control. Maybe afraid of offending the guy. Or they just aren’t accustomed to it, and so they let the guy dictate the action.”

“My point exactly,” she nodded. “And in those cases, most of the time that is, do you think both parties end up satisfied?”

“Probably not to the same degree,” I surmised, thinking about her meaning. “It’s interesting, you’re saying that sex is not as satisfying to both parties as it could be if there were better communication?”

“Precisely!”

“Did . . . did I not do something right, or displease you?”

“No, oh heavens no baby,” she rubbed my face. “I’m not saying that. I don’t mean that at all. You’ve made me feel very good. All I’m saying it this: if there was something you wanted me to do, but were afraid to ask, or if it was reversed and there was something I wanted to do to you, or have you do to me – wouldn’t it be great if we could just say it?”

“Why can’t we?” I asked.

“Because men are funny,” she said. “Women, too. Look, I stuck my finger in your ass before, right?”

“Right.”

“And it felt incredibly good right? It made you cum harder than ever, didn’t it?”

“Yes,” I agreed.

“But would you have ever asked me to do that to you?”

“Well . . .um . . .”

“Have you ever asked any of your girlfriends or lovers to do that to you?”

“No, I haven’t, but . . . ”

“You haven’t for a reason,” she said knowingly. “You were afraid how they might react. Most men would probably feel that if they requested something in their ass, a finger, a vibrator, whatever, that the girl would think they’re gay, or strange or something, right?”

“You may have a point,” I conceded, liking where this was going.

“But it’s all bullshit, Adam! You see? If two people are willing to share each other’s bodies, and want to experience whatever amazing pleasures this may bring, then they should leave their notions of right or wrong at the door. Do whatever feels good. Ask for it – damn it – ask the other person to do what they want or need to feel good. Take the lead, give the lead up – whatever the flow dictates. No egos, no worry about what the other person might think of you – Be free!”

“Wow!” I gushed. She was right, it was all true. Even during sex, when our guards should be down the most, we still worry about our role in the process instead of just enjoying it and being honest about what feels good. This was a sort of mini-revelation to me. What a feeling! If I was ever in love with Aunt Veronica before, now I was totally in awe of her. Not just beauty, but remarkable insight, more than I’d ever had myself. It was, as she said – liberating.

I took her in my arms and held her tight. Kissing her ear and neck, I whispered in her ear, “Anything you want, Ronnie, just ask. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Me too,” she breathed. Then she looked me in the eye and said. “Now let’s get wild.”

We began by kissing violently, rubbing our hands all over each other’s bodies. My cock was as hard as stone as it rubbed against her phenomenal thighs. I kissed my way down her neck to her stomach, my hands reaching up to caress and squeeze her incredible tits. Ronnie was writhing on the bed. Then I moved my hands around to her back and down to her lower back, right to the crack of her ass. I was elated to hear her soft moans of approval. But all I could think about was her blonde pussy.

I lifted her legs off the bed and she crossed them in the air at her ankles. From this perspective, I was looking at her amazing thighs and then, further down, her outer pussy lips and long slit. They had a rosy pink cast to them. Just a finger’s width away was her anus. My friends, it was quite a view, believe me. I stuck my nose in her pussy and just smelled. That’s all – just took in the beautiful fragrance of her womanhood. It was wonderful, really. I began licking that moist pussy from top to bottom, wanting to make sure I hit every inch, every centimeter of it. Ronnie was grinding her pussy in my face, pushing her pubic bone into my nose, making sure I licked as hard as I could. I bathed her slit with my warm saliva.

“Lick down to my ass, baby.” she whined.

I moved my tongue down to the bottom of her pussy, bathing the perineum with saliva, then licked a circle around the lovely rosebud anus presented before me like a gift from God. I licked in tighter and tighter circles until I was just revolving around the crinkled entrance to her rectum. At the same time, my thumb tickled her exposed clit, which was sticking out like a hard canlı casino siteleri candy drop. Ronnie loved it.

“Oooh yeah, baby,” she moaned. “You’re doing great . . . it feels wonderful . . . ”

I moved my thumb down and inserted it into her soaking vagina, moving it around in there. At the same time, I kept up the anal assault with the tip of my tongue, even sliding it in and out of her anus a bit. Pulling my thumb out of her, I replaced it with two fingers, curling one up to detect and hit her G-spot. Now, not every women responds to this, while others go nuts. Ronnie was in-between. She clearly felt good, but didn’t practically fly off the bed in orgasm either. Not yet, anyway.

“Get your cock over here, Adam,” she demanded. I turned around her so that my cock was dangling in her face, while I was looking right inside of her open pussy.

In this exquisite 69 position, we lapped at each other like cats with warm milk.

“Lick my asshole, baby,” she murmured, “lick it good and hard.”

“Lick mine,” I requested.

We both complied, licking each other’s anuses until they were soaking wet and loosened up completely.

Aunt Veronica, then worked her small index finger into my relaxed anus a little bit at a time, while at the same time sucking my balls into her warm mouth. She would lick from my anus to my balls, lick and suck each tenderly, then begin the journey again. Sometimes, she would just rub my balls lightly while circling the huge head of my cock with her tongue. I don’t have to tell you how good this felt.

While she was working her wizardry on me, I was reciprocating on her genitals. I had my thick thumb fully implanted in her lax anus, while my tongue did a tango all around the inside of her vagina. When it made its way to her clit, I lingered there, sucking it into my lips and giving it a direct assault. Veronica’s hips were pulsating, moving up and down in quick motions – I was doing my job well.

I was the one to break the momentum, but I had something else in mind. As much as I enjoyed what we were doing, I didn’t want to just cum in her mouth again. There were new mountains to climb.

I got off and rolled Ronnie on her side. She was looking up at me, with her knees pressed together. I kneeled next to her, then inserted my cock into her glistening slit. As wet as she was, it still took me about a dozen strokes to easily slide my pulsating rod in and out of her.

“How’s that, Ronnie? How’s that feel?” I asked.

“You have no idea how good, Adam,” she looked at me and replied, her blue eyes clouded with desire and satisfaction as I slowly filled her pussy up with 100% made in America grade A hard cock. “Let me have your thumb.”

I reached up, and Veronica took my thumb in her hand and led it to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and licked around it like it was a cock, squinting up at me seductively. Then she put my thumb in her mouth and sucked on it, swirling her tongue around it as well. It was so damn hot.

“You know what to do,” she said, pulling it out of her mouth. Indeed I did. I took my thumb, wet with her saliva, and inserted it into her ass, while I continued to fuck her tight pussy. Ronnie sighed deeply as her rectum accommodated my thumb and I began to slide it in and out. Little noises of satisfaction escaped her lips.

In the other room, mom and Sue could clearly see what was happening, and it was driving them crazy.

“If only we had a cock in here, too,” Susan said, half unconsciously.

Mom knew she had the next best thing, a lock box full of the finest erotic toys money could buy. She hadn’t satisfied years of frustration with nothing but her hand. While Susan lay on the bed, immersed in the action between her brother and aunt, mom pulled out some of her choice toys to please her daughter. The first one was a toy she had kept for many, many years, a strap harness on with a huge, realistic cock. It must have been 10 inches long and as thick around as a deli sausage. She fastened its familiar clasps and strapped the harness on.

Moving up behind her daughter, who was watching the screen with her head propped on her elbows, laying prostrate on the bed, mom spread Susan’s ass cheeks again and softly licked from her asshole to her pussy, again and again. Susan moaned softly at this wonderful sensation.

“Mmmm yes mom,” she cood. “That’s so nice . . . mmmm.”

With Susan’s pussy wet from saliva and her own juices, mom slowly inserted her thumb into the lovely pussy before her. Sue wiggled a bit to allow mom’s thumb to fully enter her hole, and breathed contentedly as mom slid her thumb in and out. Then my mother shocked Sue.

Pulling my sisters hips up off the bed, mom position Sue on all fours. Sue looked back to get her first glimpse of what was in store for her. Her eyes opened wide. Not in fear, but in surprise. Mom was wearing some type of . . . apparatus, with a huge realistic cock attached to it. It was so big, with a lifelike penis head and even prominent veins on the side. Somehow, for some reason, Sue felt herself begin to salivate.

“Mom, what is that . . . thing?” she said, puzzled at the strange looking contraption around mom’s waist.

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Ava groaned when she heard the alarm clock erupt in its obnoxious announcement that another day was yet upon her. Reaching over to silence it, if only for a few precious moments, she pondered the monotony of her everyday life. Each day, she made her way to the CIA headquarters in Langley…only to occupy the same desk and perform the same mundane tasks. She reflected on her wide-eyed dreams of becoming a full fledged field agent and longed for that first big assignment. The alarm sounded again, jogging her mind from her thoughts, and urging her to get out of bed and repeat the all too familiar routine of readying herself for work.

On the drive in, she remembered with great trepidation the training she’d received, and how intense it had been. She laughed a bit when she thought of the movie, ‘The Recruit,’ knowing how much of the actual training was left out. Sure, she’d learned to deceive others in order to gain the information she needed, and she had mastered an unequaled ability to gain the trust of any ‘mark.’ But the mental and physical training she endured had tested her resolve…almost to the point of making her forget her life-long dream of being a bona fide, lethal weapon for her country.

She had a few ‘flings,’ but they didn’t satisfy the deep seeded need for a relationship…a true relationship, one of love, respect and trust. Of course, the secretive nature of her job didn’t allow for much social interaction outside of her fellow agents, and that left her with an emptiness in her heart that desperately wanted a companion…someone she could share her life with. She knew her affinity for women wasn’t looked upon kindly…even in this ‘enlightened’ age, and that only served to amplify that longing within her. She was attractive, standing 5-6 with an athletic figure…although she knew how to dress and behave like a lady. Her eyes were nothing less than stunning, leaving anyone…both male and female…to look upon her with desire. Alas, her job kept coming in the way of her love life.

As she approached the outer security check point, her mind immediately returned to business as usual. She plodded through another day of gathering general intelligence and meetings, and another tedious day finally came to an end. She gathered her belongings and went through the exit security checks before heading to her car. Before she could even open her door, her cell phone rang loudly. “Hello?” she answered.

“Agent Sinclair,” the voice on the other end began, “I have an assignment for you. Please report to the second level intel office immediately.

“Yes sir, I’ll be there shortly,” she replied and heard an abrupt ‘click’ from the other end of the line.

While excited about potentially receiving her first ‘real’ assignment, Ava found herself slightly aggravated at being pulled back into the building when she thought her day was done. Nonetheless, she did exactly as she had been instructed and made her way back through security to her destination.

She was greeted by several agents with ranks far above that of her own, and for a moment felt somewhat intimidated…surprising, given her usual confidence and assertiveness. She was offered coffee and a seat at the large, brown conference table where several grey, unmarked folders lay awaiting inspection. No one in the room had to wait long before a senior agent entered the room and called the meeting to order.

“We have a top-level, priority situation that needs immediate attention,” he said gesturing to a large projection screen hanging from a central wall. Ava couldn’t help but be more than awed by the enormity of the situation. Fear and anticipation fought their battles within her, and she found herself feeling again unsure of her abilities.

“It seems that some North Korean militants have set up shop in New York. We don’t know what their plans are, but since our relations with them haven’t been cordial as of late, we need to find out all we can.”

A surge of excitement coursed through Ava’s body in anticipation at the whole scenario. While she didn’t like the fact that our government needed to keep such close tabs on the activities of others, she knew that what she had trained for was of utmost importance to the safety of our country. She anxiously awaited instructions to dive into the ominous folder before her, and she wasn’t disappointed.

“If you will all please open your assignment folders,” he began, “You’ll find the details for your individual part in this operation.”

Ava tore through hers with an urgency that caused some of her more seasoned colleagues to snicker a bit. Inside her folder was a picture of a North Korean woman known only by the name of Cho Min…which she found out meant beautiful and clever. Ava’s task was pretty straightforward…she was to set up surveillance on her first ‘mark’ and wait for further instructions, while reporting daily as to the routine of Cho Min.

The meeting concluded, and Ava was immediately put casino oyna on a plane for New York. She had a small team of assistants, but the operation was pretty much hers. She now had the task of delegating the various aspects of the operation to her team. Holding a bulky folder in her hands, she began to look over the different jobs that needed attention. Sitting in her private quarters, she sorted through the information that Langley had been able to gather. Her perusal came to an abrupt stop when she came across the picture of Cho Min. Her eyes found not the portrait of an enemy, but, rather, an angelic face…surrounded by dark hair serving to highlight the piercing eyes that Ava found herself engulfed in.

Knowing that it was her job…no, her duty to look upon this situation with complete objectivity, she struggled to not let her body and its needs take over the situation. She saw something delightful in the face of her enemy, but knew that she’d have to put her feelings aside.

Deciding that she’d pondered the task at hand long enough, she put the folder aside for the night…knowing it would be waiting for her in the morning.

Cloak and Dagger Pt. 2

Morning came too soon for Ava, as her sleep had been consumed with dreams further illuminating the exquisite qualities of Cho Min. She knew that objectivity was the key, but be it a deep-seeded need for female contact or a simple fascination, Ava found it more and more difficult to maintain any kind of impartiality. Everything about this woman…even though Ava knew nothing of her personality or even her real intentions, militantly speaking…left her with an almost undeniable urge to pursue this ‘enemy.’

After showering and getting dressed, Ava got to the business of assigning jobs to her team. She sent one team to set up surveillance at a restaurant that was a well-known gathering place for Cho Min and her accomplices. Another team was to shadow Cho Min’s vehicle…noting every stopping point and looking for any sort of pattern in movement. The only job left was to send an agent to infiltrate Cho Min’s faction. Ava saved that job for herself, even though she knew it was not only risky, but probably against her better professional judgment.

The other team members went about their assignments, while Ava contemplated her strategy in gaining access to Cho Min’s group. Since not all the members were Asian, Ava had a good shot at getting in. Obviously, she had no idea what Cho Min’s sexual preference was, so choosing an outfit, approach…everything was complicated. After much deliberation, Ava came to the conclusion that gaining Cho Min’s confidence was the most crucial thing, and her appearance didn’t necessarily have anything to do with that. Her job, as she reminded herself, was to get inside and figure out what Cho Min and her militants had in mind.

Ava had to admit that her training never prepared her for such a situation. Although, in retrospect, she wasn’t surprised. The CIA was and always has been somewhat of a ‘boy’s club.’ Still, a certain amount of uneasiness crept within her…she was beginning to doubt whether she was really ready for this, especially given the circumstances. She waved off those fears, knowing that there was indeed a job to do and that she must not disappoint her superiors.

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While the other members of her team were on their assignments, Ava prepared herself for her encounter with Cho Min and her entourage. She decided that the best approach would be for her to represent herself as someone who could provide extra security, using her obvious athletic and fit figure as an advantage.

She knew that the group would be at the restaurant they seemed to call home and decided it was the best venue for her ‘proposal,’ since it was public and offered her a good sense of security. She dressed herself as if she were ready for a workout…perpetuating the idea that she’d make a good security assistant. Entering the restaurant, she took a seat at a table for one, allowing her to observe and draw attention to herself at the same time. She made sure that her table was close to that of Cho Min, so as to be able to overhear any conversation.

As she nibbled on her lunch, Ava was able to hear that Cho Min did indeed need extra security. She played the usual CIA nonchalant role…waiting for the perfect moment to offer her services.

Finally, a lull in the conversation came about and Ava wasted no time seizing the opportunity. She walked casually over to Cho Min’s table and said, ‘I couldn’t help but overhear your discussion of your security predicament, and I would be interested in helping you out…that is, if you’ll have me.’

Cho Min looked over Ava with those intense eyes, almost causing Ava to become weak in the knees. Noting that Ava appeared to be American, Cho Min asked if she had any problems being associated with an anti-American group. Ava quickly answered, saying that America hadn’t done much for her slot oyna throughout her life.

Cho Min grinned, and commented that Ava appeared to have what it would take to protect her. With that, Ava was ‘inside.’ Now she would be able to get a better idea of what exactly Cho Min had planned. The question remained, however….could she maintain her cover given her attraction to her new ‘mark.’ Ava resolved that she would have to or risk her life in the process.

Cloak and Dagger Pt. 3

Cho Min wasted no time in utilizing Ava’s services. Her group had some errands to run, so to speak, and Ava was immediately put to work providing her security assistance. Knowing that a team of hers was going to be shadowing Cho Min’s every move made Ava feel more comfortable with the whole situation…even though she still felt an uneasiness that exasperated her.

The entourage made its first stop at an army surplus store, furthering Ava’s suspicions that Cho Min had more than diplomacy on her mind. They purchased some camouflage clothing, and made their way to the second stop…a secluded hut where they discussed some of the details of their plan. It was here that Ava discovered that Cho Min was in fact planning an attack on New York’s subway system.

Unfortunately, no specific information was divulged at this meeting, so all Ava knew was that something was in the works. Cho Min had exhaustive maps of the subway system, and gestured to several points on them…points that Ava tried to make note of. While her job was to provide extra security, Ava intended to gather as much information as she could.

The group left after a rather lengthy meeting and headed back to Cho Min’s ‘headquarters.’ She instructed one of her assistants to prepare quarters for Ava…nothing spectacular, just a bed and the expected amenities. As Ava got ready to retire for the day, she heard a disturbing noise from the main room. She immediately ran to see what was going on…after all; it was her ‘job’ to provide security. Upon entering the room, Ava saw that a rival group was in the process of attempting an attack.

Ava and the other security officials moved Cho Min to safe quarters before taking on the attackers. Amongst gunfire, Ava rolled across the floor avoiding bullets before grabbing one of the shooters by the throat from behind. She caused him to drop his weapon, and then snapped his neck…removing him as a threat. The other security agents were acting in similar fashion, and the attack was soon over.

Cho Min was brought back into the room and she surveyed the carnage before instructing her subordinates to incinerate the bodies so as to leave no trace of what had transpired. Ava found herself in an awkward position, knowing that destroying evidence of a crime was illegal. Thinking quickly, she managed to make sure that the others did the ‘dirty work,’ thus removing that burden.

Once the job was done, Ava returned to her quarters. She wanted to rest, but she was still preoccupied with torrid thoughts of Cho Min. She told herself that she shouldn’t feel the way she did, given Cho Min’s obvious destructive plans, but she couldn’t help reflecting on her desires. Cho Min appealed to everything that Ava looked for in a woman, and she wanted so much to pursue some kind of a relationship with her…any relationship.

Ava finally relaxed enough to sleep, although…once again…her dreams were completely consumed with various scenarios involving her and Cho Min. Ava had no real idea what she was going to do, but knew that she would have to fulfill her assignment in spite of her feelings. She began to wish she hadn’t given herself this assignment…she’d had no idea how difficult it was going to be.

Cloak and Dagger Pt. 4

Ava was awakened suddenly before dawn, being told that Cho Min needed to meet someone. Disoriented, Ava gathered herself and accompanied the group to the same secluded hut they’d visited the day before. This time, an unknown individual was there waiting for Cho Min’s arrival. He was very tall, maybe 6-8, and weighing at least 275…enough to inspire trepidation in even the most seasoned security aide.

Ava and the other security people stood back while Cho Min and her accomplices talked with the mysterious stranger. Again, they were examining maps of the New York subway system, but they seemed more certain of their plans this time. Still, Ava had no clue what those plans were…she was trying to ascertain what exactly Cho Min had in mind.

They went from the hut to an obscure warehouse, where Cho Min and the others had what seemed to be yet another planning meeting. All of a sudden, a pair of federal agents burst in, stating they had a warrant for Cho Min’s arrest. Again, Ava found herself in an awkward position. She opted to allow the other security officials to handle the assassination of the feds and deal with the disposal of their bodies. The bunch then returned to their headquarters for the day.

Cho Min canlı casino siteleri began to take note of Ava’s reluctance, and summoned her to her private quarters. Ava thought that she had certainly bought herself a death warrant…that Cho Min had pinned her as some kind of outside agent. When she arrived, Ava found out that Cho Min just wanted to question her reluctance to ‘jump in,’ on the two perilous incidents.

Scrambling for some rational explanation, Ava told Cho Min that she thought the others had the situations under control without her. Cho Min seemed to accept that reason, and went on to comment that she thought Ava was an extremely attractive woman. Ava had no real idea where Cho Min’s sexual preference lied, but she suddenly had that uneasy feeling again. If Cho Min knew what had been going through Ava’s mind…well, who knows what would happen.

Ava thanked Cho Min for her compliment and went to her own domicile. She found it more than difficult to focus on her assignment, but she was able to make a covert report to her superiors…noting the maps of the subway system, and Cho Min’s obvious plans to carry out something insidious.

Her report having been made, Ava lie back on her bed and contemplated her situation. She was a federal agent who not only had a job to do, but also had witnessed the assassination of some fellow agents. Then, there was her attraction to Cho Min…an attraction that now seemed to be mutual. An overwhelming sense of inadequacy began to creep in, and tears started to flow from Ava’s eyes. She began to believe that she was indeed in over her head, but didn’t know how to rectify the situation.

Ava’s tears were forced to be short-lived, because she heard a knock at her door. She went to answer it, only to find Cho Min on the other side. Without a word, Cho Min leaned in and planted a kiss on Ava’s lips that could only be described as mind-blowing. Ava’s questions about Cho Min and her intentions toward her were now put to rest, as Ava gave into the kiss…choosing to hold Cho Min’s face as they kissed.

Cho Min broke their kiss, only to say good night. With that…she left, leaving Ava to wonder what was happening She already had more than an affection for her enemy, and this incident only made her confusion that much stronger. She closed the door to her room…letting herself linger on the passionate kiss she and Cho Min had just exchanged. Whatever was happening between the two of them remained to be seen, and Ava knew that she would be forced to make some decision regarding her relationship with Cho Min.

Cloak and Dagger Pt. 5

Although she had been lost in a confusing barrage of thoughts, Ava’s Blackberry communication device caught the corner of her eye and she remembered that she would need to make another report. The Agency fitted all their field agents with these wireless, handheld gizmos, but Ava’s had a few extra ‘bells and whistles.’ Along with its compact design and wireless capabilities, hers was equipped with an almost undetectable earpiece which allowed her to receive alerts without notice. She also had an optional mouthpiece that enabled her to verbally connect with the Agency if needed.

It was a very subtle blinking light that drew her eye to the device and pulled her out of the haze of thought in which she’d been absorbed. When her earpiece wasn’t in place, the blinking light was used to make her aware of the Agency’s communications. She picked up the device and quickly accessed the message awaiting her. An indescribable feeling of complete panic began to rise within her as she took in the meaning behind the simple black characters before her, and Ava knew without even looking that her face was most likely ashen. The message read, ‘Be advised…Key nuclear components found missing at nearby military facility. Cho Min’s involvement not confirmed, but highly suspected. Confirm if possible.’

Suddenly, Ava’s mental focus had found a new target…and those mysterious maps of the New York subway system took on new meaning. She fought to put aside the panic she felt and gathered herself to formulate some plan. Her mind went over the layout of the building she was in and she opted to somehow sneak out of her room and try to gather some intelligence…without being seen. She picked up the Blackberry device and sent a message to Langley, explaining what her next move would be.

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In a secluded room within the CIA headquarters in Langley, three men sat discussing the entire situation with Cho Min. Any observer would have easily picked up on the tenseness of their body language without hearing the heated conversation that was occurring.

“Henderson, you said this wasn’t going to be a problem. You said you had the situation under control!” shouted one of the agents.

“That’s right, Henderson. We both had your word that you had the perfect agent to assign to this thing…” shouted the other agent before being interrupted.

“Simmons, shut-up, and Cooper sit down!” Henderson insisted. “I told you both that Agent Sinclair was the perfect choice because she’s ‘green’ and, well, I think we all know where her ‘preferences’ lie.”

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Bobby was beginning to get scared. Things were happening too quickly. He was doing things he never should have done. Never wanted to do. 18 year old Bobby never imagined he would go farther with a man than he ever had been with a woman. But oh he felt so good and his friends were doing it too.

“You have great tits,” said Paul.

Bobby was confused. “But I’m a boy.”

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Suddenly the nipple play stopped and before Bobby realized what was happening his panties had been torn off and thrown across the room.

“Paul!” squeaked Bobby nervously. He was naked in a bed with another man. What was happening?

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Once again Paul slipped a finger inside Bobby. “You’re so tight and moist.” Bobby blushed; he wished Paul wouldn’t say those kinds of things to him but, oh, oh Paul’s finger felt so good as it pushed deep inside him. Suddenly Bobby felt a small pang and a stretch as Paul slipped another finger in beside the first. Bobby let out a little moan of pain.

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Paul chuckled. “I’m sorry I called you a faggot baby.” Bobby relaxed again. He might as well enjoy the sensations that were now once again becoming pleasurable since it seemed like he wasn’t going anywhere.

Paul continued to plunge his fingers into Bobby as Bobby panted in pleasure. “You like that sweetie?” Bobby blushed but had to admit he did indeed like it.

“You’ll like this even better than.” Paul began scissoring his fingers before slipping in a third.

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“Ready for what?”

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“No…please no. I don’t want to be fucked.”

Paul laughed. “Yeah right. You let a man buy you drinks all night long, flirt with him, go up with him to his room, let him lubricate and stretch you, but no you don’t want him to fuck you.”

“I don’t. I’m sorry if I led you on. Please I’m not gay.”

“You were in a gay bar.”

“I just wanted to drink. I’m not gay. Please.”

Paul stopped his fingering but only to take out his large erection. Bobby looked down at it; it was long, thick, and black with a large head shinny from pre-cum. Paul rubbed his cockhead along Bobby’s small erection. Bobby couldn’t prevent his penis jerking in excitement from the sensation. “See Bobby this is a man’s dick. You only have a little faggot’s dick, you will never pleasure someone with your little cock, but you are lucky you have a sweet ass that can pleasure a cock and I have a big fuckstick that can pleasure you.” Paul began to gently rub his penis on Bobby’s hole.

Bobby began to cry. “Please. Please no. I’m a virgin. I’m only 18.”

“You don’t think I know that sweetheart. Of course I do. I wouldn’t spend so much time or money on all casino firmaları those drinks if you weren’t something special, a young sexy little virgin for me to fuck. Now stop those tears it’s going to happen. You’re about to lose you’re little cherry to me. You should be excited you will no longer be a virgin.”

“Please no. I don’t want to lose my virginity to you. I want to lose it to a girl.” Bobby could feel Paul’s cock rubbing at his hole it was so big, so thick.

“Well baby that’s not going to happen. You’re going to be fucked; I’m going to take your virginity, your ass, and you’re manhood. Make you a faggot. You can never be a real man once you know what it feels like to take a cock in your ass. Now just relax it’s going to happen. It will hurt; it always hurts when a cherry’s busted but don’t you worry you are going to love it too.”

Bobby screamed as Paul plowed his cock into his ass. With one good shove it slipped past his sphincter.

“Oh no, I have cock in me!” Bobby cried out.

“Oh baby, you’re so tight.”

It hurt so much. Paul continued to push into Bobby. In-out in-out a few times and soon Bobby had taken Paul’s cock to the root. Tears poured from Bobby’s eyes.

“Shhh. Shhh. Stop your tears it’s over. You are no longer a virgin. No more fighting, now there’s nothing left to do but to just lay back and love it.”

The only consolidation, which was a small one at best, was Bobby knew he wouldn’t love it. It hurt. Hurt too much to ever feel good. Paul rested his cock inside Bobby for a few moments and then began to slowly pull his cock in and out of Bobby. It started to hurt less and Bobby appreciated the relief from the pain.

Then suddenly a moan erupted from Bobby’s lips; the pleasure was so intense that Bobby couldn’t stop himself. Paul’s cock had hit that thing inside him that felt so good when his finger touched it but it was so much better with a cock.

“I told you you would love it,” Paul said to Bobby. “I’m the cockmaster,” he then yelled over to Jerome.

“Just because yours is a bigger cock slut than mine doesn’t mean your any better of a fucker.”

Jerome’s voice pulled güvenilir casino Bobby out of the bit of stupor he had been in. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jerome fucking Nick. Nick didn’t seem to be enjoying it at all. Bobby felt himself crying again his face turning oh so red. He was being fucked by a man and he liked it. Nick knew he liked it. Jerome said he was a cock slut. What was wrong with him? How could he like being raped by a man?

Bobby couldn’t help it he moaned again. “I told you you would love it baby,” Paul said, “I didn’t take more than 30 seconds of my big dick in your ass to make you a little cock loving faggot.”

“No—oooh, oh god,” moaned Bobby loving the sensations but hating Paul’s words.

“Look down sweetie.” Bobby did. He could see his cock rock hard his hips fucking back on a giant cock that looked so black between his milky white thighs.

Bobby moaned in shame and pleasure. The shame seeming to lead to pleasure and the pleasure seeming to lead to shame all so mixed up in poor Bobby’s head.

“Fuck me. Oh god! Oooh, oh god! I’m a slut! God! Oh!” Bobby realized he was shouting something out aloud but he was too caught up in pleasure to catch his own words.

“Oh baby you feel so good!”

Paul’s cock was so long and thick and hard in Bobby. He was so stretched. He could feel the brush of Jerome’s hair on his sensitive hole, Paul’s big muscular body overlaying his own. All these sensations added to the pleasure of Paul’s cock thrusting in his ass.

“Fuck. Oh fuck. Yes. Just there. Oh!”

“You’re going to come soon, all over yourself little Bobby. It will prove you are a faggot and loved to be fucked.”

“Oh no.”

“If you don’t love being fucked all you have to do is not come.”

“Ohh! Ok.”

Bobby tried he really did but with all the wonderful sensations he couldn’t stop himself. Two more thrusts and Bobby was cumming. Spewing all over his and Paul’s stomach.

“You came! I knew you loved it.”

“Oh, no.” Bobby’s coming had made his ass clench deliciously onto Paul’s cock and soon he was shooting his own release deep into Bobby.

“Don’t come in me!”

“Take it all faggot!”

“Oh you’re coming in me!”

The feel of a man coming in Bobby was so dirty he couldn’t help it he felt his cock start spewing again.

*

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A Chance Encounter

The annual work Christmas party was always an excuse to let one’s hair down and drink to excess without judgement. Of course, many from my workplace were not about to go overboard regardless of the unspoken tradition that ‘what happens at the party, stays at the party,’ but without question, the hardcore and the closeted hardcore were sure to take advantage of this guilt-free night of booze and loose lips.

In getting ready to meet my mostly conservative coworkers I had not decided what level of party objective I wanted to arrive at. My truly crazy partying days had been mostly left behind at university or at least, not long after. These days, my wild nights usually consisted of multiple glasses (bottle), of pinot grigio with the girls of my book club each Tuesday night.

So maybe tonight had all the good excuses to let loose and blow off some steam assuming I could find a wingman or two so that I didn’t stand out too much on my own. I knew there would be a handful of the men that would go all in at the bar but most of them fell into the category of politically dangerous and the rest of them were best to keep at arms-length both literally and figuratively. Considering the cast of characters in my mind I concluded that I would need one of the ladies to be into it if I was intent on really letting loose.

As the night evolved I was well on my way to making it memorable but had still managed to keep it looking mostly respectable. And to be sure, I was pretty confident I would have finished off the night that way but for a chance encounter in the women’s bathroom. I hadn’t seen anyone I knew on the way in but as I checked my look in the mirror I felt a pair of unfamiliar arms around me.

“Sarah, I can’t believe it!”

“I had no idea what happened to you after school.”

“What are you up to?”

A trip to the bar together brought us up to speed on each others’ lives post university. Breanna or Brea as everyone called her had never been a close friend. We weren’t in the same faculty and I couldn’t even remember when we first met. We always seemed to have a few good friends in common which meant that although we’d never really planned outings together, throughout the university years there were many parties and nights at the bars where we would hang together until the end of the night would lead us in opposite directions.

Over the next couple of drinks I learned that Brea had just come out the dark side of the end of a relationship she had mistakenly thought would go the distance. Though Brea was unable to mask a very real sense of emotion about the circumstances that had led to her current single status, on this night it was fully apparent that she was intent on having all the fun that could be found.

Huddled around a standup table for two, Brea and I both fended off the advances of various guys that couldn’t compete with our mutual interest in catching up. The night wore on quicker than I had realized and before long I came to notice that most if not all of my coworkers had called it a night.

When the bartender announced last call, both of us wanted to keep it going. Brea was only in town for the next two days preparing for a job interview casino siteleri and was staying at the Holiday Inn but had no alcohol at her room. I had a couple of bottles of wine at home and so it was that we decided to move the late night party back to my place.

When the taxi dropped us off we had already decided that Brea would spend the night. As we uncorked the bottle of wine I suggested that we get out of our bar clothes and into some pyjamas. I grabbed two pairs of boy shorts and some light tops. As Brea used my room to change I headed to the bathroom to freshen up and put on my comfy jammies.

Half way through a chilled bottle of white and the two of us were well on our way. I can’t recall much detail of the conversation but it seemed to go on forever just effortlessly. When one of us finally happened to notice the time we both agreed it was time to hit the sack if we were going to salvage anything out of the coming day.

Though Brea offered to take the couch I assured her that there was more than enough room for both of us in my king sized bed. As we crawled under my cozy duvet after an unplanned drunken reunion, it seemed natural that our once distant relationship was one that was destined to grow closer.

If I’d stopped to think about my next move all that was about to happen would have been nothing more than another chapter of my most favorite go-to fantasy. Instead, I scooted over to Brea who was laying on her side and draped my arm around her body. Breathlessly, I waited for a reaction from Brea. My body was firmly nestled into her backside and my right arm hugged her breast with guarded anticipation. Though my own heart was racing a mile a minute there did not seem to be any reaction whatsoever from my bedmate.

Thoughts raced through my mind considering the possibilities. The worst case scenario was that she was totally blown away by my bold move and was frozen in place wondering how to respond. Equally possible, she was passively receptive to my advances but not knowing her mind left me with no way of knowing this to be true or for that matter, whether her seeming acquiescence was only to the narrow proposition of an innocent cuddle. Either way, if I was truly ready to finally explore my curiosity and desire to be with another woman it was time for me to leave no doubt as to my intentions.

As gently as I could manage despite the adrenaline coursing through my body I traced my hand over Brea’s frim tummy and allowed my hand to cup her right breast without applying any pressure. In the palm of my hand I could feel the protrusion of her nipple beneath the soft cotton fabric of her pyjamas. Having pushed to this next more obvious step I again paused to sense a reaction of any sort but still nothing. Brea’s breathing as best I could make out over my own excited state seemed calm and measured. Taking this as encouragement I applied the slightest of pressure to the breast that fit nicely in the palm of my hand.

Emboldened, I moved my hand to her other breast and cupped it in the same gentle fashion. The shared heat between our bodies was as obvious to me as the increasing wetness between my legs. This moment held all of the nervousness and excitement of my earliest experiences slot oyna with boys. I wanted so very much to say something to Brea but couldn’t possibly think of the right words for the situation. Despite my cautious assumption that she was as interested as I in exploring the unknown universe of Sapphic love there remained a very real and growing sense that I had totally misread the situation. The night had felt like a wonderful encounter with a distant old friend who seemed equally interested in becoming much closer friends. The risk was that if I was wrong, at a minimum I would greatly embarrass myself and potentially lose any chance of any sort of relationship with my newfound old friend.

Despite these misgivings I did not retreat in any way. If Brea was not agreeable to my advances, surely by now she would have protested in some way but still she did not. My own enthusiasm wanted this conclusion to be the truth but as yet, it was certainly not definitive. Her body shifted back toward me and her left leg stretched out moving it partially between my own. Though no words had been spoken I eagerly accepted this subtle move as an indication of her desire.

As soft as I could manage I began to trace my index finger around her breast in ever tighter circles toward her nipple. Was it my imagination or had her nipples hardened in response to my caress? How quickly do I move? What do I do next? Would she respond to the same caress that stimulated myself? I found myself in a vast exciting land of exploration and could not decide which direction to travel next. All the while, my own body had developed an insatiable need to be touched, to be kissed, to be taken absolutely.

A pinch with what I thought was the perfect pressure around Brea’s hardened nipple brought a reaction that was both sudden and dramatic. At first I felt her entire body tense and then her head turned back in my direction. There was a moment’s pause before Brea rolled over to face me. Our noses were only inches apart. Her breath was now noticeably ragged and what I could make of her expression in the darkness of my room made something obvious that I had failed to consider. Brea had been asleep the entire time! This revelation caused a growing sense of dread deep in my stomach. I began to stutter out some explanation that I had not rehearsed and likely would have made no sense even had I been able to find the right words.

I was all but certain that the worst of possible uncomfortable outcomes was about to play out. Now better adjusted to the light I could make out Brea’s expression but couldn’t decipher what it meant. When her lips met mine gently at first and then more urgently, all doubt was removed. Any sense of insecurity was lost to the realization that I was now in the midst of a moment I had dreamt of so often. Our bodies pressed together with urgency and our limbs became completely intertwined with one another.

Still no words were spoken as our bodies behaved as though they just knew what to do without thought. As Brea’s vulva came into contact with my own I rolled on top of her and started dry humping like a wanton teenager trying to get the most out of the physical sensation while fearful of going any further. But this was not the canlı casino siteleri interaction of two inexperienced teens despite the newness of being with someone of the same sex. Almost simultaneously we began to pull of each other’s bottoms while also removing our tops.

For the very first time I found my own naked flesh pressed up against that of another woman. I curved my back as I thrust my vulva against my friend’s and felt her move in the same way. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies as we continued to mash the wetness of our sex together. When Brea rolled us over so that she was on top I assumed it would be much of the same until she raised her head and peered down at me with a devilish look. When her kisses went from my lips, to my chin, to my neck, I knew what was about to happen. My breathing was now coming in short gasps to the degree that I worried I might hyperventilate.

Brea’s hands and lips moved down my body. In a way that so many men could never possibly intuit she touched, kissed, and caressed my body in a way that was nothing short of perfect. She was teasing with my breasts alternating between soft and more aggressive caresses. Many kisses and just the right pressure as she nibbled on each boob while mercilessly avoiding any direct contact with my overly sensitive nipples. When finally she took one in her mouth while fingering the other one, I couldn’t help but cry out.

My hips rose up to meet hers but she would only pull away. As my desires became more obvious, her seemingly mischievous intention to prolong the experience was clear. Even the suggestive pressure of my hands on her shoulders did not cause her to just get down there where she knew I wanted her. When I thought I could take it no longer Brea quickly rose up and flipped her body around opposite to mine. There was no hesitation or teasing now. As I felt her tongue slide between my folds I instinctively reached up to grab both cheeks of her ass and pull her sex down onto my face.

What an amazing moment of realization it was to feel another woman’s mouth between my legs while at the same time the lips of her sex were pressing down on my lips. It was for a few short moments a mutual sense of new found exploration that quickly moved into a rhythm that belied our mutual inexperience. Very soon I realized that Brea and I had begun to mimic one another’s technique. As her tongue flicked side to side or up and down, I would do the same. As I inserted first one finger and then another into my friend, she did the same to me.

My explorations were designed to learn what she liked but in realizing that Brea was copying my moves, I came to realize that I could prompt her to do what I wanted by first doing it to her. Though my own fingers had entered my vagina more often that I’d ever admit to, the sense of feeling inside another woman was almost other worldly. As I felt her muscles begin to convulse around my fingers I started licking her clitoris faster and with more force. I knew what was coming and so did she. Our bodies thrashed and humped against the pleasure that each other’s fingers and tongues were creating. There was no mistaking the onset of orgasm that had taken over Brea’s body completely and though I had been determined to draw out this first time for as long as possible, my friend’s reaction triggered something in my brain that sent me crashing down the waves right along with her.

TO BE CONTINUED……….

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I woke up this morning fresh and ready to relax poolside, knowing that it had been two weeks since I had been blacked by Ray. Although the experience had scared the hell out of me while he was at my house, it turned me on knowing I had successfully serviced a black stud. The power he seemed to have over me had subsided and I was finally back to my normal thought process.

I spent about an hour poolside, taking in the California sun and reading a Clancy novel while sucking down a triple rum and diet coke. I finally had a weekend to myself with no work to do and no family hanging around. I chatted it up with a woman who lives a few units down from my apartment. She looked great and I was hoping to make a connection with her, if not tonight at least laying some groundwork to meet up with her in the very near future.

I took one last dip in the pool to cool off and headed back to my apartment for a well deserved afternoon nap, my head spinning after my drink.

I unlocked my door and headed to the refrigerator for some water when there was a loud knock at the door. I wondered if my lady friend had followed me home or if I forgot something at the pool.

I opened the door and there stood an older black gentleman wearing a delivery uniform, carrying a note pad and a small box. I automatically assumed it was a delivery for me. The gentleman looked me in the eyes and asked, “Are you the Cocksucker Boy?”

I looked at him completely unable to respond. Then I looked around to make sure none of my neighbors were in earshot of him. He was direct, loud, and I didn’t need trouble.

“I asked you a question boy. I was told there was an outstanding white boy cocksucker who lived here by my friend Roy. He owes me a favor and told me to stop by here today and said you would take great care of my cock. Are you the Cocksucker Boy?”

He was starting to speak louder, so I told him to come in to try to diffuse the situation.

“Listen boy, I’m not in the mood to play games. Ray said you are a great cock sucker and I need my lizard drained now!”

I told him that there must be some mistake. That I didn’t even know a Roy.

He pulled out a photo of me, on my knees, with my mouth filled with a huge black cock, and I remembered Ray had taken some photos.

I don’t know if it was this towering black man in front of me or the rum in my system but I suddenly felt very submissive and still could not answer him.

The man, who introduced himself as Rodney, told me to get on my knees. I did and he told me to unzip his shorts. I pulled his zipper down and his brown uniform shorts fell to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I was shocked that his cock was already getting hard.

“Ray told me you do more than suck cock. He said you worship cock. He promised me you would take better care of my cock than a $200 whore. That’s a lot to live up to boy. Are you that good?”

I looked up at him and said, “Listen, I don’t want any trouble. I just want to get you off and let you leave. Please keep your voice down so my neighbors don’t hear you.”

His body had a strong odor that turned my stomach.

“Well, get started boy,” he said to me.

“Listen, Rodney I would love to suck your wonderful cock but I think I could do a much better job and you could relax more if I gave you a hot shower. It would be my first time ever in the shower with a guy. Are you up for that?”

He thought about it for a minute and said, “Sure. Go get it started, and get me a drink while you do that.”

I started the shower, and asked him what he wanted to drink. “I don’t suppose you have any White Star Champagne here do you? I understand casino oyna it goes well with cum, and we could both have a glass or two.”

I had a few bottles, which Ray must have noticed when he was here. I opened a bottle and poured Rodney a glass and started to pour one for me. “No boy, not yet. A glass of champagne will be your reward after I’ve fed you. Now, let’s get that shower out of the way.”

We walked to my shower and I allowed him to enter first. He asked me to join him and I did. I grabbed the soap and started scrubbing his body, starting at his shoulders and working my way down his back, reaching around to wash his chest. When I reach his cock, I noticed it had deflated but soft it was still over 6 inches long. I made sure I cleaned his cock, balls and ass completely. The warm shower water was helping to clear my head. I wondered if I could get him off in the shower and then have him leave.

“You want it don’t you boy? Go ahead, take a taste of that black cock. Take it in your mouth.”

I got on my knees and started to kiss his cock. I figured if I got him hard and made him cum he would be happy and leave. But his sock wasn’t getting hard. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong until he said, “I’ve always wanted to do this. Enjoy this boy.”

I couldn’t believe he was cumming so quickly, so I opened my mouth and couldn’t believe what happened next. I never saw it coming!

My mouth quickly filled with his golden stream of piss. I was ready to spit it out until he slapped my face and told me to swallow it and to be quick about it. I am so glad I had been drinking earlier, it didn’t help the hot, salty and vile flavor of his piss but it did help get me through it.

He let go another stream, and another and one more. I swallowed three more times, and finally he was finished.

“Wow that was great boy. I’ve always wanted to find a slut who would do that for me.”

I grabbed the soap and cleaned him off one more time and made sure I was clean too, making sure to swallow shower water whenever I could to rid my mouth of the taste of his piss.

“Okay boy, lets dry off and get you worshipping this black cock of mine.”

I gargled first before doing anything else.

Then I dried him off making sure his body was completely dry then dried myself. We headed to my bedroom where he lay down on my white down comforter. His black skin stood out against the white comforter. He let his legs fall over the side of the bed so his ass was at the edge and told me to get on my knees.

“Go on boy. I love it when a white boy sucks my cock. In fact, I only let white guys suck me. Black guys are too smart to suck cock.”

For the second time in my life I was under the power of black cock. As much as I wanted to get up and run, I also wanted to please this guy. I kissed his cock first, then slowly took its head in my mouth. My body took over as my mind went blank. I was sucking black cock and this man was fully in charge of the situation. What was worse was he came to my apartment uninvited, and that bothered me. But not enough to stop.

Remembering my experience two weeks ago, I moved my lips off his cock, now at least 7.5 inches and rock hard and moved down to his huge hairy black balls. I licked them, over and over and then dropped my head lower to lick his ass. He was moaning as I stuck my tongue deep in his ass, then moved my mouth up to his balls again and took one in my mouth as I slowly moved my tongue around it, over and over. I couldn’t fit both of his huge balls in my mouth at one time, so I moved to his other and sucked it softly.

Then I moved back to his cock. I took slot oyna as much of him into my mouth as I could, filling my mouth and causing me to gag. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into his crotch forcing me to open my mouth as far as it would go as his cock entered my throat.

“Ah that’s it cocksucker. Now you’re getting there. Keep sucking me boy.” I did as I was told, suddenly realizing that I loved sucking black cock. I have no idea what power it holds but I knew now I would do anything I was told to do to please a black man.

I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around me until it was too late. I never saw it coming!

There were two other men in the bedroom with us. I had not thought to lock my door. Two more black men, one with a camera capturing on video my second black cock session.

“Don’t worry cock sucker, these are my bros. They’re here to make sure you enjoy yourself, aren’t you bros?”

I started to pull of his cock when he grabbed my head again, and this time he started to fuck my mouth. All I could do was to keep my jaws spread wide open and wait for him to slow down.

“That’s it white boy, worship that black cock. You know you love it. Go on, tell me you love my black cock.”

I looked up at him and tried to speak, but his cock kept ramming in and out of my mouth. But it was clear to him, his friends and the camera that I loved sucking his cock.

Suddenly his cock seemed to grow even larger and his body stiffened. I knew what was next and my mouth filled with his hot, thick cum. He kept blasting and I was forced to swallow. It wasn’t as bad tasting as his piss earlier but it wasn’t something I would normally swallow either.

Four more blasts and he was finished. He slumped back on to my bed and looked me in the eye. “Ray was right. You are better than a $200 whore! You white boys know how to suck black cock and you seem to love it. I can’t believe you let me piss in your mouth earlier!”

“What?” It was one of the other two guys in the room. “You mean this white boy let you give him a shower? Did he swallow your pee man?”

“Swallow it? He gulped it down like it was a cold beer. Come to think of it, I owe him a taste of White Star, grab the bottle in the kitchen and bring it in here guys. Did you like the taste of my piss and cum white boy?”

I looked him square in his eyes and said, “Like it? No. I loved it. I was like drinking pure honey.” I had to say it. I didn’t want him to think he won.

The black man who was watching earlier returned with the bottle of open champagne. “I think I can pour it for him if you don’t mind bro.”

He walked up to me and told me to open his pants. “No, not again,” I said. “You’ve had your fun, now leave.”

He slapped my face, hard. Now I was totally sober and the pain in my cheek burned.

“I said open my pants boy. Ray told us you loved black cock and said we could borrow you tonight. Now get my pants opened up and start sucking me boy!”

I opened his pants and pulled down his underwear without having to be told to. Then I moved my head in to his cock, about 6.5 inches hard, and took it into my mouth. That’s when I tasted the White Star running down his cock into my mouth. I ended drinking nearly half the bottle while sucking his cock and again started loving the position I was in. The champagne helped relax me. I decided that these guys were going to leave here knowing they had been well serviced.

The power these black men had over me is difficult to explain. Knowing I was satisfying my second black stud tonight made me feel proud. He fucked my face and I took every inch of his black canlı casino siteleri cock in until he blasted his cum into my throat. I loved it. This time it tasted wonderful and I drank every single drop.

I looked directly at him and said, “Your cum tastes wonderful sir. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

The guy with the camera came over to me and pulled down his shorts. He turned around and lay down on his stomach while handing the camera off to one of the others. “Boy, I need my ass licked. I’ve never had a whitey do it and I want you to be the first. And I expect you to do a damn fine job there!”

If there is one thing I like it’s being told what to do. If he had asked me to lick his ass I would have balked but he was in control and telling me what to do. I did exactly what he said to do and started licking his ass. I could tell he had showered not long ago and I attacked his ass with my tongue and lips, making sure he knew it didn’t bother me to service him this way.

After a few minutes he turned over and his 7″ cock was at full mast, ready to be serviced.

“Lick my balls boy. You need to please me more before you taste my cock.”

I gently took each of his hairy balls into my mouth, one at a time, and licked ever single inch of them, over and over again. Then I moved up his cock with my lips, kissing the thick head first, then slowly taking it inch by inch into my mouth, moving up and down slowly so he could enjoy himself and so I could taste him.

His friends were watching. They had opened another bottle of champagne and were getting into watching my mouth action. Both were sporting hard ons again.

After about 10 minutes of moving up and down, faster and slower on this black cock he finally stiffened and shot off in my mouth. This load was thicker than the last two, and I had to swallow six times before he finished using my mouth. Once again I looked into a black mans eyes and lied, “Your cum tastes wonderful sir. Thank you so much for sharing it with me.”

He grabbed a glass of champagne from his friends and I tired to also but was told I had to drink a beer instead.

“The champagne is for the black studs boy. But we promise you a taste of it very soon.”

I grabbed a beer and headed back to the bathroom, hoping they would get dressed and leave, knowing my jaw wasn’t going to be able to service any more cock tonight. I discovered the guys had moved into the bathroom so I walked into the room to see what was going to happen next.

“Okay boy,” Rodney said, “get into the tub and on your knees.”

I wasn’t sure how I was going to do this, as each of their cocks were hard and my mouth was killing me.

The three of them stood side by side as I moved to kiss each cock head, one at a time. Three black cocks, and I wanted them all again, no matter how much I hurt.

“Open your mouth boy, here comes the champagne.”

I did as I was told to do and suddenly realized what was going to happen, but too late. Three hot streams of piss shot into my mouth and I tried to swallow as much as possible, but I lost as much as I swallowed. I never thought it would end but finally, after gulping and gulping black mans piss, they finished.

“You are something else boy. I’ve never seen anyone so eager to please our black cocks. Don’t worry, you’ll get to see yourself in action on line later tonight.” They gave me a URL to visit on line, then they quickly dressed and left my apartment, joking and slapping themselves on their backs as they left, knowing they had the power to control me.

I took a very long, hot shower and drank a half a bottle of Listerine to try to rid my mouth of the taste of their piss and cum. I couldn’t believe what I let them do to me, but then again, I was so high on the thought that I had just successfully serviced three black men.

Then I started to wonder what was going to come next from Ray.

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