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How many times when you were younger did you say to your mates “my mom and dad have sex… no way there to OLD.” I did many a time that was until I was 19.

There was as normal sweet FA on the TV, nothing new there, so there was me, early evening, still light and just lying there on my bed board out of my head just staring at the ceiling. Most other nights I’d be out with the lads trying to chat-up one piece of skirt or another. Not tonight the rain had been hammering it down all day and one by one my friends had phoned to say there was no way they were going out in this weather. So there was I just lying there. I must have nodded off the sleep at some stage because I awoke to muffled talking outside my bedroom down. The room was dark now, my eyes trying to adjust to the lack of light I looked over towards the door. “He must be asleep his lights off… I check” it was mom. Slowly the door started to open, I quickly closed my eyes again and pretended to be asleep. I heard the door close and moms voice again “told you… come on.” I then dad’s voice “god you a randy cow sometimes.” Randy… my mother… No way.

My parents room backs onto my room and the headboard of their bed rest against the wall. In all my 19 years I had never heard any of the sound that you would expect from two people fucking, no moans, no heavy breathing, no headboard back up the wall… in fact all I have ever heard was snoring.

Mom and Dad about to have sex… I fluffed up my pillows and got my self-comfy. My only thoughts being, god I’ve got to hear this and where is my tape recorder. A quick dig around the bottom draw of my bedside chest located the tape recorder and a mike, which was quickly pressed into operation against the wall. Lying there I could hear everything, my mother moans and cries, my father heavy breathing not to mention the sex talk… mother calling to be fucked harder… dad shout ‘take this in your mouth you bitch.’ I lay as still as I could not wanting to add any other sounds to the tape other than my parents fucking. This I found to be very hard as all I wanted to do was relief the throbbing in my cock which had grown harder and harder the more they went on. After about half-an-hour or so all went quite and within 10 minutes of that I could hear the usual sound of my dad snoring. I turned off my tape and placed it under the bed. The smile on my face told its own story; I know what I would be dreaming about tonight.

It was a couple of days later before I had chance to play the tape. Mother was in the back garden chatting away to or neighbour over the fence. Grabbing my chance I pulled out the tape recorder and re-wound the tape. Lying down on the bed I hit the play button. Re-playing the sounds of the other night had me hard in seconds; I closed my eyes imagining my mother and father fucking away on their bed.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“Mommm” I chocked out, shit I was in it now. She grabbed the tape recorder off the bed and throw it against the far wall. I throw my hand over my head to protect myself from flying plastic. “Turns you on does it?…”

“Hearing your mother getting fucked,” with the exception of her sex talk the other night I had never hear my mother use bad language like that before. “Turns you on does it? Imaging me naked.” Her voice breaking with anger. “Fancy me do you, like to get your dick up would you?” Looking at my mother standing by the side of my bed, hands on her hips, wearing a old faded t-shirt and jeans, the sort of thing she was always wearing when clearing the house, no not looking like that I definitely didn’t fancy her. I should illegal bahis have said something, lying there with my mouth open, anything, but all I could think off was if she tells dad I’m dead… “I’ll teach you, you little bastard,” she screamed into my face. “Come on then what you got!” the pitch of her voice had changed “what?” was the only thing I could say. Mom’s hands went straight to my flies, unzipping my jeans, pushing her hand into my boxer shorts and popping out my cock.

“Mom…no” I said.

“You shut your mouth…” she snapped back at me. “Lets see how big it get,” a small smile started to appear on mothers face as her hand started to move up and down my length. I closed my eye, the feeling as amazing I could feel my cock hardening and growing under mom’s hand. I’d never had a woman’s hand on my dick before. Sure I’d wanked off loads of time, but when it came down to it the best I’d ever achieved as a quick fuck up the wall of the local night club with some girl I meet inside, that was my first and only sexual encounter. “Nice… as big as your father” I open my eye and looked down. Mother’s eye fixed on my hard cock, rubbing slowly up and down. The smile had changed to one of those wicked grids you get when you know what you are about to do, and you know it’s wrong.

She released her grip on my dick and got up off her knees. Grabbing her t-shirt by the bottom she pulled it over her head, tossing it to one side. The black bra she had on left nothing to the imagination, thin and lacy, I could see her hard nipples through the thin lace. Mother’s hand went round her back and unhooked the catches. Her bra fell away to relive her breasts. God, they were beautiful, large, full, soft pink nipples. I didn’t know what to do, pull mother onto the bed and get my mouth round then or turn away… I shouldn’t be looking at my half naked mother, or what! Mom didn’t give me chance to do anything.

Undoing the button on the top of her jeans, she pulled them down and step out of them. I had no time to notice what pants she had on before she removed them as well. For 43 she looked good, her hips a little wide but what a body. My eyes moved down to the spot between her legs, shaven clear. “Fancy me now?” mother asked. This was too much for my young cock, spunk shoot from my purple head in waves, splashing down onto my jeans, the bed, and my shirt and as far as the floor. “Uh fuck,” I stammered. “I can take that as a big yes” smiled back mother. Bent over my now deflating dick, her tongue licked across its dome taking up every drop of cum that remained. “Look at the stat of you,”

“you’ve got it every were… that lots going to have to come off.”

Piece by piece mother striped me, shirt, socks, jeans and boxers, not as if I tried to stop her. “Come on then, mommies little pervert,”

“let get some life it that cock of yours.” Taking my soft dick into her mouth she started to suck, running her tongue around it head. Blood started pumping into my penis swelling inside my mother’s mouth until it was totally hard again. Releasing my cock from her mouth, mom stepped back and looked hard at my dick, “God that’s going to feel so good inside me.”

“You do what to fuck you mother don’t you” she asked, “You bet.” She lay down beside me on the bed, a bit of a tight fit on a single bed. I was like a kid with a new toy I couldn’t wait… I rolled on top of mother and (like a bull at a gate) tried to get my cock straight into her pussy. “Woo, slow down…” mother put her hand down between her legs, stopping me from rushing head long into her cunt. Pulling herself up onto her elbows she looked illegal bahis siteleri at me… “You have got to learn you don’t just push a lady onto her back shove your cock in… fuck away for 30 seconds and the roll off.”

Thinking back to the only time I had fucked a girl it was very much along those lines.

“We like to be played with.” I was a bit red in the face by now I felt I’d just blow a once in a live time chance to fuck my own mother. “Sorry mom,” I started to get off the bed. “No silly… come here,” mom grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Look… try kissing my neck and then slowly work you way down my body.” I did as I was told. I started kissing mothers neck and working my way down, onto her shoulder, down the front of her chest and onto her right breast, working down to her erect nipple. “Take it in your mouth and suck it” she instructed me. I took her nipple, slowly sucking then running my tongue over it before gently placing it between my teeth and softly biting it. “God… yes, that’s it,” mother breathing became quicker as she started to moan. With her nipple still in my mouth, I moved my eyes upward to look at mom; her head was tilted back, her mouth open and her eyes closed. I continued to work away on her nipple, and then I felt mom’s hands on the top of my head pushing me down her body towards her shaven cunt. “Eat me son… eat my pussy make me cum.” I could smell my mother’s sweet cunt juices, her pussy looking so wet and inviting. My tongue now probing around mother’s cunt, “oh! God, yes… lick my clit.” Her back now arching up as I ran my tongue back and forth over her hood and her hard erect clit. Mother’s body started to twist and turn her back arching high… “Ooooh god… oooh god …yes..yes.”

Her orgasm long and violent, her body twisting as each wave ran through her. I lifted my head from her cunt, my face wet with her cunt juice. Mother grabbed each side of my head and pulled me up, her tongue licking around my mouth and lips taking up every drop of her own cum, before pushing her tongue into my mouth and kiss me deep. Our mouths separated, she placed her mouth close to my ear and whispered “Fuck me son… fuck your mother.” This is what I wanted, getting between her legs I place the head of my cock onto the swollen lips of her dripping hole. Mother lifted her knees “push it in son… fuck your mother.” I rammed my cock in hard into her, the cunt walls wet and hot gripped against my dick as I started to pump in and out of her. “That’s it… fuck me… fuck me hard” between the moans mother let forth with her sex talk. “Come on you bastard fuck harder make me cum…”

“Yes, yes, harder you mother fucking cunt.” There was no way I was going to last, feeling the spunk rising up my cock I started to pull out, mother felt my movement, “No… shoot it up me”

“fill your mother with your dirty cum.” God I was cuming, my spunk ejecting from the end of my penis, wave after wave deep into her hole coating the inner walls of her cunt. Mother body convulse as a huge orgasm exploded through her. We lay together my softening cock still inside her cum filled hole, the only sound that of our breathing. I was first to speak, the realisation of what had just happened now totally clear in my mind “God what have we done… oh god I’m sorry mom.”

Not a word passed mothers lips she just looked at me and smiled. I rolled off her onto my back closing my eyes as I tried to come to terms with the situation. I felt mom’s hair bush against my stomach. Opening my eyes and looking down I was shocked to see her taking my cock back into her mouth. Feeling her tongue canlı bahis siteleri licking away the remains of my cum and her pussy cream started the blood flowing back into my member. I reached down and started to rub her cunt lips with my fingers, then pushing first one the two then four fingers into my mother’s very wet cunt. Slowly I finger fucked her as she sucked away on my dick. Having sucked life back into my penis mom straddle me, using her hand to guide my cock she slowly impaled herself on it.

She moaned softly and started to ride me, dropping down onto my dick with speed then slowly lifting until just the head was still inside her hot pussy. Every time mom lifted I could see her cunt lips rapped around my shaft leaving thin lines of spunk and cunt juice along it’s length. Mom continued to ride me for several minutes her breath getting quicker with each downward thrust. I had my hand on her hips steadying her as she fucked away, I could feel her body shifting and as her orgasm built until she let go with a loud cry her head flying back, her eyes closed…

Her body came to a rest as she got her breath back, my hard prick still buried deep inside her. After a minute or so she lifted releasing my cock from it warm wet home. A rye smile came across mothers face as she shuffled forward a few inch’s, collecting my wet cock with her hand she position it between the checks of her ass. Shit No! She was going to impale it in her brown hole. Slowly at first to ease the head in, then dropping with great force. Mom screamed in pain as she took the full length of my cock into her ass.

Take a second or two to get accustomed to the bulk now buried in her anal passage, she started to ride my cock again slowly moving up and down on it’s length. Her ass was so different from her pussy, hotter, gripping my cock with great force. Mom didn’t ride for long; she lifted herself up off my cock and got onto all fours beside me. “Get up behind me” I positioned myself, mom’s hand came between her legs and took hold on my prick placing it between her check. “Go on push it in hard… Fuck my shit.” I shifted my weight slightly and drove home my cock. Again mom cried out as I filled her shit hole with my dick. “Come on son fuck the shit out of my ass… Fuck it hard I what you to spilt me” I rammed in hard time after time almost pushing mom over, each deep push meet with cry’s of pain. Mother sex talk was now working overtime. “Fuck me you fuck bastard,”

“Harder you little cunt… come on split your mothers shit cute… harder you shit fucker.” The adrenalin was pumping my body, with every cry of ‘fuck me… bastard… mother-fucker’ I rammed in harder and harder my bollocks slapping against the wet lips of her cunt. I started to feel the cum rising up my cock. “God I’m cuming” I cried. “Yes… Yes fuck my hole… fill mothers shit hole with cum.” I could hold back no longer, my cum shooting into my mother anal passage in waves. I knelt there between her legs ridged as my twitching cock slowly reduced in size still in place up my mother ass. Mom dropped forward onto her face releasing me from her back opening; very slowly she climbed off the bed evidently still in some pain from the hard fuck her ass had just received.

She bent over to pick her clothes from the floor as she did so I could see my spunk oozing out of her back passage, now looking red and swollen, and a few drips down the inside of her leg. Mom walked to the bedroom door, stopped, and turned, “I’m going in the shower, you can go in after me… and take those sheets off your bed they’ll need washing now.” I had to ask “Mom I love you but why?” she looked at me for a second “It’s just nice when you fantasise come true.” She turned and walked out the door… “But Mom” I called after her, her head popped round the door, “I’ve never had any fantasise about anal sex!”

“No sweet… but I have.”

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Chapter 27: Coshiton

“Mmmm! Mmmmrrrrrmm!” Adam grunted and squirmed as he is pulled into the sea, feeling his whole body being pressed all around by the increased density of the water, just like before with Umiato! Only this time, it’s more… Sudden, almost hostile.

Suddenly, Adam was shoved roughly against the reef. “RRRNNNGGHHH!” He grunted as he felt his neck grabbed. He opened his eyes to see a pearly white mermaid. A young, frilly sea creature with a seaweed band around her head with a spiral shell slice tucked in, and a string of pearls around her neck. She growled and kissed at him as she pinned him down.

“Yooooouuu!!” She said, her voice so lethal and ragged with rage, “You took my Brother away from me!!”

‘Brother’? A young, white mermaid, and this one is too small to be Umiato. ‘Oh snap!’ Adam thought, ‘This is his SISTER?!’ Adam then flinched when he saw her other arm lift up a spear that has been broken in half, and bound together with fishing line. He looked as a stingray barb as also been tied at the end of it. It shimmered with a light along the shaft, before migrating to the end of it.

“You took him from me, Human!” She said to him. She glared fiery daggers at him as she bared her teeth. She looks so full of hatred, and what does she mean?? He TOOK Merrick away from her??? His eyes looked along the shaft of the weapon, and spotted a barnacle with a metal tab on it.

That’s MERRICK’S trident! What’s SHE doing with it?!

“If I kill you…” Adam’s eyes widened at what she said, “He can come back! You will die! I will have my Brother BACK!”

The mermaid drew the spear back, and sunk her spear into his Adam’s right pec!

“RAAGGGHHH!” Adam clenched his eyes shut as that stinger stabbed into him! The mermaid yanked it out, yielding a cloud of blood from his chest.

“Where is your heart?! I will rip it out of you!” The vicious mermaid savagely said. She carved into Adam again, before the spear was removed promptly. The mermaid growled as a webbed hand grabbed her by the arm, and attempted to pull her back. She struggled and growled as she writhed from the unseen force pulling her away.

In a fit of anger, the mermaid brandished the shimmering spear, whirled around, and slashed the stranger across the torso!

Merrick yelped a shaky cry as his webbed hands clutched at himself. The mermaid suddenly gasped as the merman faltered to the reef, clutching at the gash across his chest and midsection as blood drew out of his wound.

“Brossannn!” The mermaid said as she went to him, “Sonaarrus! Heemoorrreen konneerrii” She spoke in a series of strange moans and noises at the blue and silver merman, pulling at his hand and tried to take him from the reef.

“Noorraaan,” Merrick said, as he shook his head, and pulled his arm back, “Koraaatuss sanna.”

“Eegonna doreetta!” The mermaid replied, sounding upset. She shook her head slowly and spoke more, “Brossan… Dorakiinnaa!! Kensooorrraaata! Konnerrii!” Adam has no idea what they could be saying, only adding more confusion to the situation, along with the growing sting in his body.

“Seetoorruuun!” Merrick said, grunting in pain as his wound sparked with red static, as with Adam’s injury. Adam grunted as his right arm started to feel a very vicious sting, along with going numb, “… Meforruunn taeekeen…” Merrick grunted as he tried to speak through the pain, “Mefoorii, Sissan… Kesshhhiiinn…” He said as he put his hand onto his sister’s shoulder. The mermaid backed away from him.

“Secoootana!” She said angrily, “Mefforruunn haaseennaata seroooum!” She then slashed at Merrick’s tail, making him yelp in pain before she turned around, grabbed Adam, and swam off with him.

“MERRICK!!!” Adam called as he reached his left arm out as the mermaid forcefully carried him away.

“Aaaddaaaaa!” Merrick called back, reaching out for him, but his mystic injuries sparking and paralyzing him from swimming any further.

~~~

Adam struggled against the mermaid’s hold. She must have some binding spell on him, because he can barely writhe in her grip. “I will take to the depths!” She hissed, “When you are gone, he will see he can come back!” She growled at him. Adam tried more and more to squirm his way out of her grip.

This mermaid… Merrick’s sister, she’s supposed to be the Adra Noita, the child mystic of the pod… But she’s so young! Then again, whatever magic she put in those strikes, the pain his driving Adam crazy! And being in the seawater isn’t helping — the salinity is intensifying the stinging bite of the injuries.

“Please…” Adam said, his voice low and distorted as the mermaid rushed them deeper and deeper. He can feel his ears start to ring and ache as the water’s pressure increased. He can’t even move, from the harsh, freezing depth, and from the pain sparking inside his body, “I love him…” He managed to say, “Let me go…”

Just then, there came a drawling, raspy screech. Adam and looked to see a scary image; illegal bahis a white snake humanoid jetting through the water, a black, swirling tattoo on her shoulder, bait tackle around her neck, fish hooks attached to her two gills, her long, serpentine tail whipping back and forth, her razor sharp teeth baring as she zoomed towards them.

Merrick’s sister looked, and hissed viciously at the incoming Holsien. Adam grunted as he felt the mermaid’s arm wrap around his neck and push the stingray barb at his stomach. Adam clenched his eyes as he could feel the biting energy graze at his skin, besides the agonizing fire already electrifying his wounds. The Piscien mermaid called out an anger-filled screech at the other mermaid, as if threatening to kill Adam if she came any closer.

The snake-like mermaid opened her jaws, and let out an echoing cry as she clapped her peach, clawed hands together. Adam felt a very narrow current push between him and Merrick’s sister. The young mermaid growled as her arm tightened around Adam’s neck, before the water seemed to yank them two of them apart.

The younger mermaid held the half-broken staff and pointed it at the Holsien mermaid. Belinda shot right at the young mermaid, and tangled with her. The Piscien shrieked with ravenous wrath as the snake whipped her tail at her. Belinda hissed as she chomped down onto the fishing line-tethered part of the spear, and broke it in half. White wisps seeped from the Piscien’s eyes as she cried out as she jabbed an icy spike at the Holsien. The snake mermaid whirled around, grabbing her wrist, and pointing her hand at another direction, forcing the stream of cold energy to freeze ice blocks into the sea.

A white light came from the Piscien’s palm, and slashed at the snake’s tail. Belinda screamed in pain as the light crackled into her scales. She sharpened her fingernails on both hands with long, red energy as she circled around the younger mermaid. The small Piscien writhed and struggled to get away, but Belinda’s snake-like body is too long, and thus formed a sort of cage around her. She cried and grunted in pain as Belinda’s claws scratched in several places around the white mermaid’s body.

Try as she would, the young mermaid would not struggle her way out of the forensic spiraling of the sea snake mermaid, until Belinda coiled herself tightly around the white mermaid’s body.

Adam gasped as he watched Belinda’s shadowy outline constrict the Adra tightly, with her neck exposed, like a serpentine vampire about to sink its teeth into its prey.

“Beeelliinnda!” Adam called out, his voice strained by the chill of the ocean, “Nooooo!” He said. The Holsien didn’t seem to hear him at all. The Piscien grunted and whimpered in painful discomfort, rendered helpless in the snake’s squeeze.

The young Piscien started to show discoloration from the tight wringing, until the reptilian mermaid unfurled herself from the frilly mermaid, and whipped over to the human, circled her elongated body around him, hissing threateningly at the Piscien. Without even looking at them, Merrick’s sister quickly swam away, kicking her tail as hard as she could from the human and Holsien.

Belinda then turned around to Adam, and made her pointy, fingertips illuminate, and press over Adam’s wounds. Adam yelped in pain as a red spark crackled and bit at her fingers.

“Ahhhsss!” She hissed. Belinda looked with concern at her friend, “No heal! Isss no heal!” Her voice, like the young mermaid, is distorted and watery, barely even comprehendable.

“Ah…” Adam struggled to say, completely stunned in this state, “Ahh… Ahhtaahh…”

“You arr too deep! You need out of deep!” Belinda then put her sharp, scaled hand to the back of Adam’s head, and the other on his abdomen, and swam forth. Adam’s eyes closed, unable to process any thinking. He merely submits himself to the mercy of his Holsien companion, unable to move from the pain and cold, not to mention getting the bends from going in that deep and having Belinda escorting him quickly from the icy depths.

As they swam, however, Belinda channeled her own, long-stolen magic into Adam’s body through his head, and into his stomach. She knows full well what happens to humans when they dive deep into the ocean, and ascend too quickly to the surface. The shallow energy flows in his blood stream, disabling any and all sudden gaseous bubbles forming in his veins, and regulating a steady moderation for his body fluids as they continue to rise.

Through the dark haze of his vision, Adam can feel the water’s temperature improve as the Holsien mermaid carried him towards the beach at his place.

“Hnnngghhh…” He can feel the motion of himself and Belinda slow down, and he could sense a familiar surrounding of the warmed water. Soon, he felt Belinda let go of his body, and swam around to look at him.

“Adaahhmm? Is you ok?” She asked. Adam grunted as he struggled to move. He is in total agony; whatever magic the mermaid put into that weapon, it’s messing illegal bahis siteleri with the venom from the stingray barb. His muscles are locked and straining right now, severely restricting his movements. He can barely shake his head at this point, “I take you to home, I seek you halp!” She said as she put her scaly arms around him, and carried him further through the water.

Adam grunted as the horrible pain surged inside his body. He looked up, as he sensed his merman coming closer to him. He gasped as he saw Merrick, clutching onto reef, hissing and grunting in pain as he struggled to move along the rock.

And there, right behind the merman, is a strange creature, hovering behind him, nuzzling the back of his neck. It appears to be a blue and purple fish with a long, spiral-built tail, a goat-like upper body with curled up horns and glowing eyes, and two front flippers at its front. It’s gleaming, golden eyes shone through the water as it pushed its maw on the back of his neck.

“Meerrriiick!” Adam said in his haze. Belinda looked at the human, then at Merrick, and gasped. The Holsien then whipped her powerful tail around and screeched a cry at the weird animal. The strange goat-fish jerked its head at the incoming snake, baring her fangs as she undulated quickly and violently at it. It bleated suddenly, whipped around, and swam as fast it can from them, soon disappearing into the deep blue.

Having sufficiently scared the creature away, Belinda turned back and swiftly returned to Adam, and carried him forth once more.

~~~

“Where IS everybody?” Yuri asked as she walked around, petting Roxas in her arms. Jamal’s at work, and Adam and Merrick are off walking together on the beach…

She looked out the back front door, and gasped as she spotted a grotesque white humanoid snake, dragging Adam from the water, “Oh my God!” She said as she put Roxas down, threw back the glass door, and sprinted out to the beach, just as the white and peach monster crawled into the ocean, “ADAM!” She called out as she ran to the beach.

Yuri stopped and slid onto her knees next to Adam, looking in shock at the deep gashes and stab wounds on his torso, “Oh my God, what happened?!” She said as Adam grunted deeply, wincing and gritting his teeth on the sand.

“Yu-Yuri!” Came another voice. Yuri turned and gasped again, as she saw the same white creature, helping a blue and silver fish person from the shore, “Yu-Yuri, it’s me!” The merman said, “It’s Merrick! Adam’s hurt!”

“Me-Merrick?!” Yuri said as she got up on her feet, and saw the cuts on Merrick’s chest and tail “You’re hurt too!”

“They’re just scratches!” Merrick said, “They hurt bad, but it’s not in my blood!” He said as he pulled himself on the sand towards his human.

Belinda then hissed as she traced her hand over herself. The peak of her head dried up, following her face and her shoulders. The water on her body is literally hovering off of her body, and dripping into the sand. Her white and peach scales peeled off into water droplets, and soon is in her human form — light pink hair, tan skin, and wearing nothing but half a string of random pearls around her neck.

She performed the same trick onto Merrick, transmuting the sharp fins on his head into blonde hair, melting his long tail into a pair of legs, “Adam!” Merrick grunted as he could barely move his legs at all as he came to his human, “Adam! Say something!” Merrick put his hands onto Adam’s shoulders, and shook him, “Please, Adam, wake up!”

“He need to go to Atarah!” Belinda said as she stood up, and quickly went to Yuri. The Japanese girl gasped as the naked woman came up to her, “No fears, girl!” She said, “I shows you teh way!” Without much word from Yuri, Belinda put her hands onto Yuri’s head, and pressed her thumbs over her temples. Yuri felt herself stunned as new images suddenly poured into her head.

~~~

“Nnngh… Ahh! … Sssss, damn…” Adam hissed and grunted as Yuri tightened the sutures on his wound, before a darkened finger came in and tenderly rubbed a very weird ointment on him, “I REALLY hope Merrick doesn’t have to be stitched up like this…”

“No, his were only scratches,” Yuri said as she set down the needle and line, and put a gauze onto Adam’s wounds, “You got yourself half-butchered.”

“Mereek got off eesy,” Atarah said as Yuri took a spool of white bandage. Adam grunted in pain as he sat up, and let Yuri start wrapping the bandage around his chest, “You ahh fortunate dat yorr friend ees a heala.” Atarah said. Yuri smiled sheepishly.

“I’m still just an intern right now. I’m only patching him up here…” Atarah then tilted Yuri’s chin up.

“Do not doubt yorrsalf down,” She said, “You ah morr capabull dan most of people.” Yuri smiled as she as she bound up the bandage.

“Still hurts though,” Adam said, “You sure you don’t have any pain killers or something? Nothing to numb it at least?” He asked.

“I have put all dat I have to yorr wounds, Adahm,” Atarah canlı bahis siteleri said, “Stingray poison — eesy to cure. But deh powa put into deh wound still rings in deh blood. Eet well vaneesh in time, but I canno interfere wit deh enagy.” She said as she klinked the jars she had out away.

“I’m gonna go check on Merrick, Adam,” Yuri said before she got up, and walked out of the shack. Adam started to get up, but then winced as his injuries stung underneath the bandages.

“Seet,” Atarah said as she smirked at the human, “Deh pain will be dere for a while yet.” Adam sighed as he sat back down.

~~~

Merrick smiles as he looked at the bunyip floating in the crystal clear water, “Hm?” He turned his head, and saw Yuri come out of the old hut, and sit right next to him, “How is he?” He asked.

“He’ll be fine. Whatever happened, she said Adam is going to be fine eventually.” She said. Merrick sighed as he looked down at the river.

“I know it’s not true, but I feel like this is my fault…” He said. Yuri looked at him with a quizzical.

“What? How would it be YOUR fault?”

“… It was my Sister…” Merrick said lowly.

“Your sister? You mean SHE did this?” She asked as she pointed to the scratch on Merrick’s chest and abdomen.

“Yes. She’s the Adra Noita of the pod… She’s young, but still more powerful than all the other mermaids of the pod. Adam didn’t stand a chance… These scratches, here,” Merrick said as he pointed at the discontinued scratch on his two legs — those scratches are almost already gone, “When she accidentally got me on the chest, she scratched my tail so I couldn’t go after her… Stingray venom mixed with magic makes for a paralyzing substance…”

“Why would she even be here in the first place? I thought your pod was supposed to be long gone by now, and isn’t association with humans against the rules?” Merrick sighed as he nodded.

“Yes… She… She was trying to get me to come back to the pod… She’s young; she doesn’t understand that I CAN’T go back… But I never thought she would try something so drastic… To confront and attack a human…” He shook his head, “She must’ve been on her own; I didn’t sense any other merfolk in the pod nearby…”

“… I’m sorry…” Yuri said, “She must really love you to go to such lengths…” Merrick felt a tear roll down his cheek as he nodded.

“She does… We were so close… By the depths, this is so unlike her… “

“When we lose something we hold dear,” Yuri said as she put her hand on Merrick’s shoulder, “We do crazy things if it meant we could get them back…” Merrick turned his head to her, “Even if it’s unlikely, we do whatever it takes…” Merrick leaned towards Yuri as she put her arm around him, and hugged him.

~~~

Atarah grinds a couple of leaves with a few freshwater pearls on an old pestle. Adam shifted in his spot, and looked over to the ancient, “Say Atarah, how well do you know about ocean?” He asked.

“I know eet boundless, and eempossibill to understahnd,” Atarah replied as she sprinkled a bit of powder into the paste, “What do you wan to know?”

“I saw something before we came here. And I want to make sure it doesn’t get to Merrick.”

“Mereek?” Atarah looked up, “He ees a strong one. He can protect heemsalf.”

“I know, but he wasn’t able to move this time. And something almost got to him before I could do anything.” Atarah paused as she reached up for a jar. After hesitating, she moved her hand to the side, and plucked up another jar.

“Go’on.” She said.

“It looked like… A half-goat, half-fish.”

Atarah stopped in her meshing. She looked up, with a look of utmost shock on her face, “… The Capricorn…” She said in a hushed tone.

“Oh yeah, I guess it was a Capricorn,” Adam said, “I just need to know, are they dangerous?”

“… Does he carry a mahk?” Atarah asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Mereek. Does he have a mahk on hees skin?” Atarah asked.

“… Yeah,” Adam said, “On the back of his neck, he has a tattoo.”

“Show me. Deh mahk…” Atarah then got up, and picked up a piece of bark, a jar of octopus ink, and a handmade brush of a stick and a bushel of her own hair. She gave the brush to Adam, and set down the ink and bark, “Draw et!” She said, almost demanding him.

“Ok, um…” Adam dipped the brush into the ink, and then drew the heart symbol as best as he can, “It looked sort of like this…” He moved the brush in similar strokes as he remembers from Merrick’s tattoo. Atarah snatched the bark, and examined it. She stared at the symbol for a few seconds, before sighing, and putting it down.

“… Fobbiden Loove…”

“What?”

“Teh seembol. Tat is what is mean. Mereek ees Coshiton…”

“He’s a what?”

“Coshiton,” Atarah repeated, “In teh worlt oof merfolk, dere ah many rules calt Sacret Laws,” Atarah picked up a small flower, and the brush, “Dose who break a law, become Coshiton.

“Teh necklace,” Atarah said as she traced a finger onto her chest, “Does he wear it?” Adam blinked, and then recalled that this past week, Merrick hasn’t been wearing his shell slice.

“… No… It’s gone…” Adam said, secretly scolding himself for missing such an obvious detail.

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Once again, Julia was up with worry. It was 2AM, and her 18 year old son Trevor hadn’t come home from his night out with his friends. Since he had turned 18 the previous month, he had started staying out later, and later. This has resulted in Julia, staying up many nights until he got home. Her husband Hank, didn’t worry so much about their son, trusting Trevor could handle himself. Julia did have to admit, her son was very impressive physically. At 6’1, with a chiseled body, and large biceps, he was quite a sight. Still, this was her baby boy, and she worried about him regardless of what he looked like. Thankfully for her, his twin sister Amy was a book worm, and a home-body. She was asleep in her room, as was her husband, snoring away in their bedroom.

Finally Julia saw headlights coming up the street. “About time Trevor!” she whispered angrily. The car parked in front of their house, but it wasn’t her son’s car. Out of the driver’s side, Trevor’s buddy Lenny got out, and made his way to the passenger side. He opened the door, and out poured Trevor, passed out drunk. Julia ran out to the front porch, as Lenny put Trevor’s arm around his neck, and dragged him to the front door.

“What the hell happened?!” Julia barked at Lenny, trying not to be too loud, and wake her family, and neighbors.

“Well, he had a bit to much to drink,” Lenny nervously responded.

“A bit too much?! He’s passed out! Help me bring him inside, to his room.”

Lenny followed Julia in, and dragged Trevor to his bedroom, plopping him onto his bed.

“Sorry Mrs.B. I told him to stop after a few drinks, but he didn’t listen.”

“It’s OK Lenny. I appreciate you bringing him home. You sure you’re OK to drive home? I can take you if you would like.”

“No I’m good Mrs.B. I was the designated driver tonight.”

“Good. Now get yourself home safely.”

“I will. Try to go easy on him. He is having a hard time since Sandra dumped him.”

Sandra was Trevor’s ex-girlfriend. She had broken up with him a couple weeks ago, and Trevor was having a hard time getting over it. Julia never thought Sandra was good enough for her son anyways.

Lenny made his way out, and Julia stared down at her passed out son, and the smell of booze hit her. It was all over his clothes. His shirt and pants were filthy, like he had been crawling across a dirty floor. He probably used a fake ID to get into a bar, and passed out there.

Julia was furious, but all she could do now was take off the filthy clothes off of her passed out son. This wasn’t going to be easy, but she had to try. She started pulling his shirt up slightly, and that made Trevor stir. She continued pulling it up his body, but his weight made it very hard.

“Whaa. Huh?” Trevor mumbled, startling Julia.

“Trevor, it’s mom. We need to get your shirt off, it’s filthy.”

Trevor didn’t open his eyes, but even though he kept mumbling, he must have understood, because he sat up slightly, and took his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. With that, he passed out again.

Julia was still determined to finish the job, and get his jeans off. She unbuttoned the top, and lowered his zipper. She grabbed both sides of his pants, and started tugging down as hard as she could, but with her son’s dead weight, she couldn’t budge it past his butt. Julia had to try a new tactic. She put her mouth up to her son’s ear and whispered.

“We need to get your pants of too.”

She got no response. She tried a couple more times then went bag to tugging. Right as she was about to quit, Trevor stirred again, and mumbled some more. He then lifted up his but, and pulled his pants down passed his knees, then fell back asleep again. Julia breathed a sigh of relief. She grabbed his Jeans and pulled them the rest of the way güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri off, first taking off his shoes, then tossing them, and his pants, on the floor next to his shirt.

Julia started to turn around to go to her room, but she stopped and slowly turned around. She stared down at her passed out son, now only wearing his boxer shorts, and socks. Her eyes fixed on her handsome son’s face. She thought he was gorgeous. The type of guy that would have made her swoon, when she was in high school. Her eyes worked their way down to his muscular chest. She was ashamed at how many times she had stared at her son’s chest, when he would be out by their pool, and thought to herself how much she wanted to run her hands all over his pecs. But it’s not like she could ask her son to let her do it. “What would he think?!” she often pondered.

A thought entered Julia’s mind, but she put it out of her head. She started to walk out, but she stopped once again. The urge was too strong. She couldn’t let this opportunity pass. She slowly walked over to the side of her son’s bed, and reached her hand out over his chest. She lowered her right hand until it touched the top of his left pectoral. He was warm to the touch, and instantly, she began to feel a warmth in her pussy. Her left hand joined her right, as she glided them around her son’s muscular chest. Her fantasy had come true, and she didn’t want to stop, but she couldn’t very well stay there all night, rubbing her sleeping son.

Julia reluctantly lifted her hands off his chest, and as she started to walk away, something caught her eye. It was hard for her to see because she had not turned on the bedroom light, so her only source of illumination, was from the street light, outside Trevor’s bedroom window. As she got closer, she saw what it was. Her son’s cock had worked his way out of the slit of his boxer shorts, and was laying to the left. Julia’s face was flush with heat, part embarrassment, and part excitement. She got closer and saw he was flaccid, but even so was of impressive size.

“If he’s this big when he’s soft, how big must he be when he’s hard?!” Julia excitedly thought to herself.

Julia hadn’t seen her son’s penis since he was little, and now that little boy had grown up, in more ways than one. Julia put her right hand into her robe, and down to her panties. She started to rub her pussy lips through her panties, as she gazed at her son’s cock. She imagined rubbing it, and getting it hard so she could suck his horse cock. She kept telling herself how wrong it was that she was having these thoughts about her own son, but she knew it was futile to resist.

Julia had been having sexual feelings about her son for a while, and she was going to take every opportunity she could with him. It was now or never. Julia reached out with her right hand, and touched the side of her son’s cock with the tips of her fingers. It radiated heat, and she was more turned on than ever. She moved her thumb underneath it, and wrapped her other fingers around it, lifting it vertical.

“I can’t believe I have my son’s cock in my hand,” Julia thought to herself. She held it, without moving for a solid minute, and then started moving her hand up and down his still soft shaft. With every downward stroke, his fat cock head made the top half of his flaccid penis droop to the side of her hand. She needed to get some blood into this beautiful cock before her, but she knew that wasn’t in the cards.

“Sandra?” Trevor suddenly whispered.

Julia froze in terror. She was too afraid to take her hand off his cock, or move at all. How could she possibly explain to her son, why she had her hand on his cock. Trevor still had his eyes closed, and was clearly still out of it, but his drunk had worn off enough, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri he wasn’t completely passed out anymore.

“Sandra, why did you stop baby?”

In his stupor, Trevor was fantasizing about being back with his girlfriend Sandra. Julia wanted to keep going, but what if her son woke up, and realized it wasn’t Sandra, but was actually his own mother. She didn’t know if she could take that risk, but her lust was much stronger than her reason, and she resumed stroking her son’s cock. Very quickly, blood filled her son’s cock, and her suspicious were true. She let out a gasp as her son’s flaccid penis, grew to a hard, massive cock. She had never seen a cock that size in person. She guessed it had to be 10 inches, and it was very thick. Her first thought was how much bigger he was than his father.

Trevor stirred a bit more. “Fuck, that feels so good Sandra. Please don’t stop.”

Even though he wasn’t actually talking to her, Julia got even more turned on hearing her son’s request, and moans of pleasure. She increased her stroking speed, adding her second hand, as her son was long enough to accommodate two hands. Trevor’s moans got louder, and his breathing heavier.

“Sandra…..Sandra….please baby….ugggh…suck my cock. Please baby suck it!”

Julia’s pussy was dripping now. Hearing her son begging for a blowjob, was almost more than she could handle. Julia had an important decision to make here. Her son was still out of it, and she could probably get away with it, but going from a hand-job, to a blow-job, was a huge risk, beyond the one she was already taking.

Trevor begged again a couple more times, and Julia wanted to taste her son’s magnificent cock so badly. She decided to forgo all feelings of dread, and she moved her face in close above her son’s massive cock. She stuck her tongue out and gave a light lick to the tip of her son’s cock head. This made Trevor moan loudly, which made Julia worry about the possibility of her husband or daughter hearing him. It didn’t stop her though, and she lowered her head again, taking his crown into her mouth. Again Trevor moaned. Julia began bobbing her head slowly up and down her son’s cock. She could never take in all of his monstrous cock, but she would take as much as possible. Up and down she moved her head, thinking how good he tasted. She loved the salty taste of it, and from the beginning, wondered how good his cum would taste.

“Fuck baby, you are so fucking good!” Trevor exclaimed, as he reached down grabbing his other’s hair, and gripping it. This turned on Julia even more. She increased her speed, not wanting the experience to end, but incredibly anxious to taste her son’s load. She could feel his penis pulsing, and knew he was getting close. He gripped her hair harder, and began thrusting upwards nearly choking her. Julia did her best to accommodate as much of his cock in her throat. She knew it was about to happen, and she started to moan herself. Her sons body convulsed, and his cock erupted, with shot after shot of warm cum hit the back of her throat.

Julia pulled back a little, and sucked on his cock head, as he continued cumming, trying extract as much of it onto her tongue. After a few more seconds, Trevor finally stopped cumming, and seemed to pass out again. Julia, still with one knee on the bed, lifted her head, and began swishing her son’s cum around her mouth, savoring it. She wanted her whole mouth filled with his delicious goo. After about a minute of thoroughly enjoying his taste, she swallowed it down. She had never tasted anything more wonderful. She thought to herself that she wanted to taste his cum everyday from then on.

Her thoughts were interrupted, by a twitching in her hand. She looked down, and saw her son’s cock güvenilir bahis şirketleri was getting hard again.

“He just came a couple minutes go! How is he hard again?!”

Trevor began to stir again, but this time he opened his eyes slightly. Again Julia froze in terror. She was caught. There was no explaining this. Her son had caught her, and he would tell everyone his mother was a sick pervert.

“Sandra, I need to fuck you baby. I need it so fucking bad.”

Julia couldn’t believe it. Her son must still be bleary eyed from the alcohol, and he couldn’t tell it was her. Trevor pulled on his mother’s right arm, dragging her onto the bed. Julia didn’t know what was going to happen, or what she should do, but she was too afraid to do anything.

Trevor sat up, and then rolled over onto his knees. He moved himself to the front of his mother’s leg’s, her feet planted on the bed, and her knees up. He reached behind her knees on both sides and opened her legs. Julia’s robe had fallen open, and she had only been wearing a lacy tank underneath, and panties. Trevor reached up to the sides of her panties and pulled them up and off, only momentarily bringing her legs together, before spreading them again. Julia was still frozen with fear, but still incredibly turned on.

“Sorry baby. You know I love eating you out so much, but I need to feel your pussy so bad!”

Without further warning, Trevor held his cock, parted Julia’s pussy lips, and moved it around his mother’s wet pussy until he found her opening. He paused only for a minute, and then thrust-ed half his monster cock in her. Julia quickly put her right hand on her mouth to muzzle her scream of pain. She would have preferred to have been eased into handling such a massive, and thick cock, but she wasn’t about to complain, or stop him. Trevor was drunk and horny and couldn’t control himself, and she didn’t care that he thought he was with his ex-girl-friend.

With each thrust, Trevor worked his cock deeper into her. Julia had never felt anything so intense, or felt more pleasure. She was finally able to suppress her moans, and put her hands on her stud son’s magnificent chest. She looked down, along his body, down his six-pack, to his beautiful, thick, giant cock, thrusting into her. She wanted it to last forever. Just her and her son, fucking endlessly.

Trevor increased his pace, and was now pounding her. It took all Julia had to not scream at the top of her lungs, both from pleasure and pain. Tears came down the sides of her cheeks as the pleasure was almost too much to handle. She felt her orgasm building, and knew she was powerless to try to delay it. Her legs began to shake, and her body quivered, as she exploded with orgasm, again covering her mouth as she screamed into it. The intensity of her orgasm, was more than she had ever experienced, more than she thought was possible.

Julia couldn’t stop shaking, and wanted to cum on her son’s cock a thousand times. Within a minute, she knew Trevor was ready to cum. His breathing got louder, and his thrusts more deliberate.

Julia looked up at her son’s beautiful face. She wanted to stare into it, as he shot is incestuous cum, into his mother’s hungry pussy. She reached up and put her hands on his cheeks, as he grunted and grimaced, the veins in his neck bulging. With once more gasp, Trevor exploded just as much cum as he had in his mother’s mouth, into her pussy. He kept thrusting until every last drop was inside her.

After a few seconds, Trevor collapsed next to his mother, and started snoring. Julia couldn’t believed all that had happened. She had crossed a line she should never have crossed, but she felt no regret. She looked over to her sleeping son, and thought about how much she wanted him to fuck her again, but then quickly got sad knowing it would never happen again.

She slowly got up from her son’s bed, closed her robe, and walked to his bedroom door. She took one last look back at her sexy son. She bit her lip, and walked out. She spent that night in bed next to her snoring husband, her son’s warm cum still inside her.

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The final chapter is here.

Originally, this was going to be one big chapter, but it’s been taking me too long and the chapter itself is also very long, so I’m splitting it in half.

I hope my friends and readers enjoy this and the last installment of Aquata Cove.

*****

Chapter 100: Together Forever

As far as history can remember…

The old king breathes weakly in his bed. The inside of his body feels so ragged and withered, all of the healers and medicine people have done all that they can, but his time is up.

“Hhhgghhh… My son…” King Mithras wheezes as he turns to his kneeling son, fully clad in his armor as he bows his head by his father’s regal bedside.

“I am here, Father.” Prince Nalcious answers.

“I am not long for this world… I can feel myself being called to the realm unseen…” He says with a very feeble voice, “Time has not been kind to our land and to our people…”

“We endure, Father.” Nalcious says in a reassuring tone, “Our empire will survive these dark times.”

“Hhhh… It does not take a soothsayer to know that our empire, like me, is slowly toiling away… We have stood on our own for as long as we have been able… Son… I know we have discussed this in the past, but you must listen… The time has come for new bonds to be forged…”

“Father, I disagree-“

“My son… Hn-unnH! Uh-ghh…” He coughs, “I have foolishly ruled our lands with the pride of a stubborn child, and our prosperity has always had a predestined fall… Our forefathers squandered the goodness of our land, and spoilt their natures… Hghghgh… I wanted to believe I alone could redeem our people… But all I did was become a hero in my own mind… We are almost out of our borrowed time… And I was always too blind to acknowledge the future…”

“I will fix our country, Father. I will heal us all. You must rest in the knowledge that you leave this world in worthy hands.”

“Son… You must continue my plans with my Counsel…” King Mithras whispers, “The Kingdoms of the Sea… Atlantis, Lyoness, Kandam… We must give ourselves to them, and themselves to us… We need their ways and their guidance…”

“Father, no!” The prince says, “We do not need to stand on their shoulders! If we plead to them, we will needlessly be putting ourselves in their debts. Our armies alone will sustain us-“

“Nnno…! I will not have my legacy darkened… My son…” He gives ravaged inhale and exhale, “I have already written our proclamations…” The king tells him drearily, “If we are to survive our struggles, we must reach to the waters…” The king coughs several times. He has only one moment left, “I have met only the high priestess of one such of the kingdoms… Hmhmhm, she is a worthy and gentle spirit… We must reach out to them… From them, we will slowly rebuild the losses and wilted ways of our people’s living…”

“Father… If you just… Allow me to amend the drought in our lands. I can do it without-“

“Carry my last wish, my son…” King Mithras asks, “Carry on my final act as a monarch… Connect our people to a brighter future…” He slowly closes his eyes as the light started to fade, “Herd our flocks… To the salvation of the beyond…”

“Father…” The prince grimaced stubbornly as he listens to the king’s last breath. One by one, the huffs become softer, quieter. The priests stand by the door as Prince Nalcious stands up from kneeling, looking over his passed father…

The two priests come in with their ministrations, already beginning the primary prayer for their fallen king. Turning, Prince Nalcious walks out of the royal chambers, frowning as he goes.

‘Father… Once again, you have proven so weak… So like a child…’ He thinks angrily as dark intent seeps into his heart.

~~~Several Weeks Later~~~

“No…” Leander says as he looks over the Kingdom of Atlantis. The soldiers, wearing red leather and iron armor, from his own clan fight with clashing swords against the Atlantean warriors. Blood flies and paints much of the iridescent architecture, “What… What is the meaning of this??…” His olive-skinned face looks over the warring people, his thin-bearded mouth ajar from the ongoing carnage before his deep brown eyes, as the blood-scented winds rush through his semi-short brunette hair.

Robed in a traveling cloak, clad in basic iron chainmail, arm and shin guards, the nomadic man watches in horror in the ruins of the once beautiful city of the sea. He removes his hood, his stomach churning from the rising smoke and the rising of the war cries of the soldiers, the dying roars of the warriors, and screams of the civilians.

“Take to the gates, men!” Shouts the general of Leander’s company. He looks as his own comrades charge in squads from the warships from his homeland, “The city is ours! Their castle waits!”

“General Teranton!” Leander calls out. He drops his pack and leaves his cloak behind as he runs to the leader, “General Teranton, what has happened?! What are illegal bahis we doing in battle?!”

“Leander! You have come! Good, I have sent word for you. King Nalcious has proclaimed the water kingdoms as threats to our lands!” He answered, “Waste no time! MOVE! Arm yourself quickly!”

“Answer me! What are we-” He stops, having to run off as the ramparts are pulled forth. In the craze of the battle, Leander runs about, looking around at all the carnage. His very soul cringes and falls at the very sight of his fellow soldiers – men he grew up with…

“YOU MONSTERS!!”

“Hhh?!” Leander gasps as he draws his sword as a woman in gleaming golden armor with shimmering blue alloy charges at him, “No! Please!”

“Our home! Our kingdom! For what reason do you harvest us like vile pestilence?!” She swings her spear savagely at him, her eyes glaring at him with sheer rage through her helmet.

“I do not wish to fight, please! I-I-I do not kno- Ah!” Leander clangs her weapon with his shield, only able to turn in circles to keep away from her.

“You have ruined EVERYTHING! My family lies in- GLLLKK!”

“Hhh?!” Leander’s eyes go wide as an arrow is suddenly shot through her neck. She gags and chokes as she drops her spear, blood pouring onto her breastplate. She staggers until another arrow pierces her head, and knocks her into a ditch, “NOOO!” Leander grabs for her but misses. He falls to his knees at the edge, staring as the female warrior rolls and slides down, dead. He shakes as the woman who just tried to kill him… Was slain by one of his own comrades…

“Get up!”

“Ghhh!” Leander grunts as he feels his armor yanked up, finding himself back on his feet, and seeing a thick-framed archer move Leander’s shield up.

“Keep going, or you will die!”

“W-Wait!” Leander called out, but he had already left. Leander groans as he tries to run, but his legs are suddenly a lot heavier than they should be. His mind remains on that woman, that brave lady of the sea… And her eyes becoming wide with agony, her voice distorted as she tried to walk… The very sound of her gagging…

“What… What are we doing…” Leander says as he shakes where he stands. He had been in many battles, but this? “This… This is wrong… What is happening??” He gets a little dizzy, almost topping over before his shield hits a wall, using it to keep his balance. “… Pelagios. Pelagios!” He forces his legs to move, sheathing his sword, but keeping his shield at hand, “I need to find him!”

“AHHH!” Someone screams. Leander turns to see a collapsing house as a man and child struggle to get free. Leander immediately dashes over to them, and brandishes his sword. He slashed the door down with several swings and swooped in to force the two locals out of the hut, seconds before it fell.

“The royal family!” Leander says after to two he just rescued, “Please, I-“

“Stay away! Leave us be!!” The man demanded at Leander as he picked up his child, and ran away. Leander stares with hurt as the two of them make a run for their lives.

Casting this moment aside, Leander turns and continues to sprint.

~~~

“So… It has come to this…” Says a beautiful woman from the window of the highest balcony of the palace. A mid-aged woman, she is draped in blue and white silks, with a Atlantean platinum mantle around her chest and shoulders, and river-like circlet around her head that brings the shine of her long light hair.

“Our forces could not stop them… The Gods could not help us… Fate has declared our fall… So much will be lost…” She bows her head as she listens to the sounds of destruction and cries within the city. “Our kingdom bleeds unending… I truly believed our destiny was so bright and welcoming…”

The door opens behind her and in comes a priest in a white and silver toga inscribed with Atlantean symbols on the trim.

“Your Majesty, it is time…” He reported after he kneeled down. “High Priestess Atargatis… We must begin with your blessing.”

“Yes.” The graceful and sorrowful woman turns to the humble servant, and stepped from her window, “I pray that we will find refuge in the next plane of our survival…”

~~~

An Atlantean warrior swings his blade across a soldier, gritting his teeth as holds his ornate shield. He fights fiercely as he is outnumbered 4 to 1. He slings his body try to out-maneuver the nearest soldier but ultimately falls to another assault from behind.

Leander gasps as he runs as fast as he can, his eyes looking everywhere for Pelagios. He could be anywhere! There’s no telling just how far the forces have already reached within Atlantis.

Soon, Leander sees the majestic gates of the royal ring. A pair of golden statues of a female holding a silver urn, and a male holding a silver trident, both sculptures half human from the waist-up, and fishtails from the waist-down.

“STOP! Let us leave, I beg you!” Comes a plea from an older woman. Leander turns and sees three of his brothers in arms corner illegal bahis siteleri a few Atlanteans.

“We are unarmed! We are not warriors!”

“Make this swift…” One of the soldiers tells the others. They raise their weapons to eliminate that terrified civilians.

“NO!” Leander spins a sling around and lets it fly at the heads of one of the soldiers. The targeted one falls to Leander’s quick tool, before he runs in, and uses his sword to cut down one of the soldier’s spears, “Stop this! They are not even armored!”

“You betray us?!”

“The orders were to spare no one!”

“What are you doing?!”

“This is wrong! Why are our forces assaulting Atlantis?!”

“This is the will of King Nalcious! Now resume your post, soldier!”

“I will bear no such mark!” Leander says as he removes his helmet, and throws it to the ground. “I will not stand idle!”

“You dare betray your kingdom?!”

“Deserter!”

“Do not do this, Leander…”

As the four soldiers confront each other, a gold sandal steps onto the ledge of the gates, looking down upon them, and the Atlanteans sneaking away from behind Leander.

“Then you will die with them!” A soldier says as he turns his blade, and charges for one of the people. Leander dashes to the side and clashes his sword with the other. Leander throws it off and kicks into the hard abdominal plate of his comrade.

“You TRAITOR!!” Another soldier rushes in and charges at Leander. He stops him with his shield. Leander swerves and knocks down the ankles of another soldier, slashing his sword into his leg and making him fall. “AHHH!”

Two more soldiers see one of their own fighting against them, and they come to investigate. Leander winces as his left arm is already feeling sore and tired from all of the defensive bashing. He grunts and dances with his weapon around in circles as his fellow soldiers start to become more interested in him than raiding the city.

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“AHH!” Leander suddenly feels an arrow pierce into his right shoulder, making him drop his sword, and backing into a corner, where the civilians were before. He pants as blood dribbles down his face from a cut, as well as the wound on his shoulder. He can see his general staring down at him, readying another arrow from his quiver, and taking aim at Leander, not to mention the others brandishing their swords, and started to run towards their traitor.

Then, the general squints his eyes, seeing a bright light being reflected from the sun. After a moment of trying to understand, the general then feels something swift and heavy hit his helmet! “Gaahh!” He falls from his post onto the ground, “GHHHHH!” His back feels intense pain from the impact… “I… I can’t move…” He realizes, “I cannot move! I-I-I cannot-“

“General!” One of the soldiers says.

Just then, all of them hear a clear voice ring out around them. They look up to see an Atlantean flip and turn in the air before he lands on his feet and one hand crouching down, between Leander and the numerous soldiers in red and silver. His free hand grasps his gracefully designed silver trident as the air suddenly felt a lot cooler. He looks through his own gold and blue-pearl helmet, adorned with a straight blade on the front of the face between the eyes, and one on either side of his head for a crown-like appearance.

“An Atlantean!”

“Caution! This one is a Triton!”

“A son of their king?!”

The Triton then springs forward, leaping even, and rotates a 180 swing of his trident. A shield blocks his attack, but he continues in the rotation of his motion, using his left hand to knock the shield just to the side before he pounded the pummel into the soldier’s neck.

He lashes another half-circle move, brandishing his royal spear, and stabbing the soldier in the back, easily ripping into the armor on the back! “AHHHH!” The Triton turns, and backs away, flipping his trident and sprinting forward. He catches the next soldier off-guard as he comes from below. The armor on this Atlantean’s forearm and hand is shaped much like a spade, using it to knock up onto the soldier. He is blocked, his shield bashes him away, and he strikes the man with his sword!

“No!” Leander races to him. The Triton rolls with tumble, clicking on something in his handguard, and letting it sling around his limb, and lock onto the side of his arm. Flipping his trident backward, the Triton shoots forward.

“AhHHhAHhaahh!” The soldier backs away in rabid steps, as the Atlantean enacts a melee of swings, with his left arm humming an eerie, mystical sound as the wind races through the tuned weapon, turning around and thrusting the trident up, and then around and around again, wasting nothing in his movements.

A soldier knocks the Triton onto the ground, and then clashes his sword into the singing arm-weapon, shattering it, and then stomping his foot onto his arm. The soldier raises his sword to slay this man. “You are- GAAHHHH!!”

Leander stands there, panting canlı bahis siteleri with eyes filled with rage as his sword is deep within his comrade. The Triton’s right hand shoots a hidden blade from his metal wrist-cuff, and then stabs into the soldier’s leg! He grabs his trident again, and whirls the wind around him, and gashes the soldier torso with the three blades.

Standing together, Leander and the Triton attack the remaining guards. Leander takes the Triton’s arm, and swings him around before the trident knocks the sword away, and Leander comes full-circle to block another blade with his shield. The Triton takes his trident, and reverses to the other way, and goes into another tornado of two-handed assaults, easily cutting down the soldier.

“You will die with the rest of them!” Yells a soldier as he crosses blades with Leander. He grunts as he’s pushed backward, before the soldier takes his dagger, and stabs Leander’s side between the lines of his chainmail!

“AHHHHH!” Leander relents from the pain, and the soldier kicks him into the ground. Whipping his sword around, the soldier goes to make the killing blow to his wounded comrade.

HnnnNNnggghhh

A silvery sound rings through the air before the soldier is struck down in mid-run! “ACCKKHHH!” He falls to the ground as the trident impales his chest. The Triton walks to the dying soldier, taking his weapon, and then giving it a harsh crank with both hands. The soldier suddenly stopped moving, his hands going limb.

They are relatively alone now, he and Leander. The Triton turns to him as Leander gingerly takes the dagger out his body, dribbling with more blood than there should be. He pants and grunts as he stands on his shaking legs, putting his hand onto the wall of the gate, and looking at the Atlantean before him with just one as, as the other one is closed to prevent the blood from his head from getting in.

“Pelagios…” Leander groans. Pelagios takes his helmet off, revealing his short and bright yellow hair, his piercing eyes of deep and vivid blue from his fair skin. Those eyes rim with water as he looks at the wounded soldier.

“Tell me this isn’t true…” His shaky voice requests.

“Pelagios…”

“Tell me this is all a heartbreaking nightmare. A dark joke of the Gods to teach me allegory. Tell me, Leander.”

“Pelagios… I do not understand…” Leander shakes his head, “I-I…”

“Then what is the meaning of this?!” Pelagios stomped forward, “Tell me!”

“Hhh… Hhh…” Leander covers his eyes as he wipes the blood from the right one.

“Hgeh…” Pelagios scoffs as he walks away a few steps, “So I suppose this is King Mithras’s great bridge of unity to our kingdom, yes? Is that not what he discussed with my Mother all those years ago?!”

“No… I cannot, I do not know what any of this means.” Leander says as he shakes his head, “I-I… I just arrived…”

“Hence why you are not in full armor. I had the slight delusion that you were somehow PART OF THIS!” Pelagios shouts, his eyes searing at him, “Leander, you are telling me that you do not know of your country’s own warfare?! They did not even send a bird?!”

“I have known nothing!” Leander defends, still panting as his wound still bleeds.

“Then explain the reasoning. My Mother spoke of how King Mithras sought to bring his kingdom to others, or else stand strong alone. How is THIS,” He waves his hand to the crumbling city, “How is this building the bridge to us?! Why has King Mithras invaded us?!”

“Kih… King Mithras?” Leander groans as he pushes up, “Pelagios, has the king and queen not heard? Have you not been told?”

“What are you talking about??”

“King Mithras has passed.”

“… What?” Pelagios blinks slowly with confusion.

“A fortnight, King Mithras fell to illness. The heir King Nalcious now rules.” Leander huffs with a hint of disbelief, “I have heard tell that he had conflicted with the former king’s council, but… Pelagios, I…” Leander shakes his head, “I do not know what this is.”

“Fine… Your King Nalcious then… Has declared war upon the three Kingdoms of the Sea – Atlantis, Lyoness, and Kandam.” Pelagios explained hollowly, “He demanded we surrendered ourselves to his hand, or we will fall.”

“By the Gods…”

“Leander, the city has fallen as of 7 days before now. Yours is a small country, how can we even have fallen so soon, so easily??”

“King Mithras… Has established many small bonds with training camps across the land… After he died, King Nalcious decided to conscript every soldier within the boundary.”

“What… But… That is outlandish, barbaric!” Pelagios covers his mouth, “What does he hope to gain by this?!”

“I do not know… I do not know…” Leander says as he takes out the paper letter he received from the general, “All I was told was that we were at war, and to report to Atlantis immediately.”

“No… No, no…” Pelagios shakes his head as he turns away from him, planting his trident on the ground, still holding it with both hands, and putting his forehead into it.

“Pelagios… Will you l-“

“You have to get out of here, Leander.” Pelagios says, before taking his trident, and turning back to him, “You have to leave Atlantis as fast as you can.”

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I felt all the blood drain out of my face and I couldn’t seem to look away from the man’s coal black eyes. His voice was accented slightly and my addled brain seemed to be trying to sort out what the accent was. I was afraid to move, and was vaguely aware of Darcy’s breathing increasing, probably in fear. He kept his eyes locked on mine and without hesitation continued pulling the t-shirt upward. I could feel Darcy trembling on my lap, but couldn’t seem to break his hold over me, to even reassure her. Before I knew it, her t-shirt lay crumpled on the porch at his feet. He gave me a grim smile, and continuing to hold my gaze, he reached up and caressed lovely Darcy’s firm breasts. I heard her whimper again as he touched her. He reached out one hand and caught mine, pulling it to her breast as well, and urged me to caress her. Unthinkingly, I did so, a part of my mind trying to understand why I was doing this and the rest of my mind focused on just how damned erotic the situation was, with Darcy there at our mercy and Justin still asleep upstairs, completely unaware of the circumstances.

“Please, dear lady, don’t stop on my account. I was so enjoying the show you were putting on, I had to come and join.”

British, my mind rambled. That’s a British accent.

“You are quite lovely, my dear,” he said to Darcy. “So fresh and beautiful. I’m not surprised that your mum couldn’t resist your sweetness.”

At last, I found my voice. “She’s not. . .that is, well, she’s not my daughter.” What a stupid thing to say, I thought. Why am I not telling him to remove his hands from her and getting her in the house. If I was honest with myself, it was because I was becoming aroused by the situation more and more by the moment. Darcy really wasn’t protesting, as apparently the touching felt too good.

“Ah, I see. Well, no matter. I find that I must taste this lovely morsel.” He pulled Darcy backwards a bit, exposing her chest and then leaned in, brushing her nipple with a feather light touch. I felt her pussy explode against me, and she writhed, crying out in her orgasm. At that, he began to suckle her in earnest and wickedly, I found myself joining in, sucking her other nipple. The stranger and I supped on Darcy for quite some time, the cool fresh morning air kissing our faces, and we brought her to climax several times. I was so horny, I scarcely knew what to do. I wanted to be taken. I found myself wondering how this man would compare to Justin. When he lifted his head from Darcy’s breast, I lifted mine at the same time. He gave me the same grim smile, and I got a good look at him.

The stranger was handsome in a rugged sort of way, a slight scar running through his right eyebrow. As I looked downward, I noticed two things. One, that the tent at his crotch looked fairly impressive and two, that he was dressed as a park ranger. My blood froze in my veins, and his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners.

“Ladies, I believe we need to step inside.” He was courteous, but firm. Darcy scrambled off my lap and grabbed her t-shirt, scooting through the door. He gave her bottom a quick pat as she passed by. I followed, feeling ill. He closed the door gently behind him, and gestured toward the sofa. Once we were seated, he stood there before us, his fingertips caressing his hard cock through his tan pants.

“Well, this is quite the interesting situation we have here. I find it difficult to believe this isn’t your daughter, and that makes what you were just doing a crime, you know.”

“Please, officer, she truly isn’t my daughter. I love her as if she were, but. . .” He held up a hand to stop me.

“I’m afraid that I can’t take your word for it, dear lady. We have a situation that needs fixing internet casino here. Do either of you have any idea how we might fix this terrible problem?” His face was expressionless as he glanced from one to the other of us, waiting. As bad as this could turn out to be, I found myself becoming aroused again. This stranger had total power over both of us at the moment, and he could choose to make our lives miserable or to let us go. I knew what he wanted and so did Darcy. I also knew what I needed.

“Officer, I’m certain we can work something out. . .” I made my voice cajoling, glancing at his crotch and licking my lips.

“Oh, you think we can, do you? Just what are you proposing, woman?”

Without a word I stood up and stripped off my gown, exposing my nude body to the man’s cold ebon gaze. He met my eyes, and then let his wander up and down my body, and then he nodded. He moved over to me and pulled me to him, taking my mouth in a passionate breath stealing kiss. I literally felt my knees buckle. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me tight against his body. I felt his erection pressing into me, and a part of my mind noted that it felt impressive indeed. His tongue plundered my willing mouth, and I met each thrust with my own. He growled low in his throat then broke the kiss. I was trembling with need and my pussy was dripping, aching to be filled. I heard his voice again.

“Sweet girl, come and taste of this lovely lady’s offering, won’t you?”

His mouth covered mine again, and then soft hands touched my inner thighs as Darcy moved between them from behind me. As he kissed me, I felt her mouth against my nether lips and her tongue parting my slippery folds, tasting and drinking from my wellspring. It was heaven, to feel the stranger’s touch and Darcy’s familiar one all at once. The man’s hands began to caress my breasts, teasing my nipples, and I found myself reaching out and unzipping his fly. My hand slipped inside his khaki trousers and found the flap to his boxers, sliding inside with ease. I gripped him, and was gratified to feel his size, which was very close to Justin’s. He was slightly thinner in girth and a tiny bit shorter in length, but I could tell by the way he manipulated my body so far that he would be talented and well versed in the ways of a woman’s body. I felt Darcy’s eager mouth working harder and faster on my pussy, and my orgasm burst forth, coating her face with juices.

The man broke our kiss again, and reached down, pulling Darcy to her feet, and to him, where he began kissing her, tasting me on her sweet mouth. She moaned with pleasure as he traced her lips with his tongue. I knelt before him, beside her, and pulled his hard cock out of his trousers, taking him in my mouth hungrily, and beginning to slide my lips over him. One of my hands gripped him, while the other moved to Darcy’s ass and caressed it. I sucked him deep, almost all the way to his balls, and I could feel our girl trembling beside me as I worked his body, knowing he was driving her crazy with his wonderful passionate kisses. None of us was aware that Justin had entered the room, until he spoke.

“Well. . .this looks interesting. May I join in?” Darcy and I froze for a moment, then realized what he had said. He didn’t sound angry in the least, just eager to join. The stranger spoke.

“Only if you come and help this lovely lady at my feet suck my cock.” His tone left no room for argument, and I held my breath, a bit scared of what Justin would say to him. If he spoke out against this man, there was no telling what would happen. I could feel the tension in Darcy’s body as well. Justin seemed to ponder the idea for a moment, then he answered.

“Tell you what. I’ll suck canlı poker oyna yours if you’ll suck mine next.”

“Deal.” Part of me was shocked at this exchange, but another somehow wasn’t. I had no idea that my son would be willing to do such a thing, and apparently neither did Darcy, as I felt her relax. Suddenly, I heard Justin laugh warmly.

“David, old bean, how’ve you been?” It took a moment for this to register, and then we both looked first at Justin, then at the stranger, now known as David, then at each other. The two of them burst out laughing at our faces. Darcy’s looked astounded and I was sure my expression matched hers.

“You. . .you two know each other, I take it?” My voice shook just a bit, with surprise and relief.

“Yeah, Mom, sorry about that. I thought it would be a fun surprise for you and Darcy. David and I have been friends for awhile, and he really is a park ranger here, but he knows everything and he’s had the hots for you ever since he saw your picture.” Justin paused a moment, then said, “Look, I know that you two girls both enjoy an adrenaline rush, and I wanted to give you one. Are you guys okay?”

Darcy and I exchanged another glance and then looked at him. Suddenly we leapt to our feet and pounced toward him, bringing him down in a heap, and tickling whatever we could reach. I could hear David laughing heartily in the background, as my son shouted for mercy.

“I warned you, mate. Ladies sometimes don’t take kindly to surprises under these circumstances.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Justin gasped, trying to fight us both off gently. “Would you just come and give me a hand here?”

“Hmmmm. . .I’m not certain. It’s rather interesting seeing you in a pile with these two. Rather arousing, to tell the truth. They are just as beautiful as you said. In fact, I’d venture to say, even more so, especially your mum.”

We finally relented and let Justin up, but I gave him a smack on his ass and Darcy punched him in the arm. We couldn’t help but laugh at the joke on us in the end. Now when I looked at David, the ebon eyes were rich and warm, and his smile was engaging and friendly. He had truly played his role to the hilt. Justin hugged us both. “David is actually on vacation for a few days, and I thought if you girls were interested, he could join us for a bit.”

I tilted my head, taking in the handsome man, and nodded. “It’s perfectly fine with me. He certainly was proving to be an interesting individual.”

“Yes, I have to agree with Casey on that one.” Darcy grinned, stretching up on tiptoe to give Justin a kiss. “I think it could be fun.”

“Wonderful! David, why don’t you go get your stuff and bring it in?”

“Well, mate, I think there’s some unfinished business to take care of first.” He nodded toward me and gestured toward his still hard cock. “I believe I owe your mum a bit of fun first.”

“Fair enough. Let’s go upstairs then.” Justin and Darcy led the way, with David and I following close behind. My fears gone now, I felt my arousal level rising again. The idea of having all three of these very sexual beings paying attention to me at once, or joining two of the others in paying homage to a third made my blood throb in my veins. We all went eagerly into Justin and Darcy’s room, and Darcy slipped out of her t-shirt again, while Justin’s boxers followed. David waited, grinning at me.

“Could I ask you, beautiful Casey, to undress me? It’s been quite some time since I’ve had that pleasure, and I’d love to have the honor of you stripping me down.”

I moved toward this handsome man that I barely knew, but soon would know quite well, eager to comply with his request. My son and Darcy sat on the bed watching poker oyna me, which everything seem all the more erotic. I felt as if I were on stage or in a movie, and it made me rapacious for David’s body. I stood in front of him, looking up into those unfathomable dark eyes, and then I slid my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine again. I started the kiss lightly, but deepened it by the second, until my tongue was plundering his mouth and I heard him groan with pleasure. Releasing his lips, I began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing a dark and curling mass of chest hair. I ran my fingers through it once I had revealed the entire area, and pushing it off his shoulders, I leaned in and circled first one nipple then the other with my tongue. His shirt fell to the floor with a whisper. He stopped me momentarily and removed his boots and socks, then stood upright again, his fingers lightly resting on my bare shoulders.

I licked his nipples again, and then busied myself unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. The zipper was still down from our antics prior, so it was an easy task to slip them from his lean hips, leaving him clad in nothing more than his crisp boxers, his cock still extending from the flap. The rosy mushroom head glistened with pre-cum, just waiting to be tasted again and I wasted no time in doing so. My lips encircled him, sucking gently and then I took him halfway into my throat. His hands tangled in my hair, urging me onward. I slid my mouth up and down on his cock for a few minutes, then released him, pulling his boxers down the rest of the way and letting him step out of them. Now all of us were gloriously nude. I glanced over at the bed, to see my son and Darcy kissing passionately, their hands roaming each other’s bodies lovingly.

All of a sudden, David scooped me up and walked over to the bed with me, depositing me gently on my back, and pushing my thighs apart, he slid into me in one slow movement, burying himself to the hilt in my warm wet slit. At my low moan of approval, Darcy and Justin joined him in worshiping my body. Their mouths fastened on my nipples and they licked and sucked me as David methodically slid his rock hard shaft in and out of my grasping walls. I had never felt such exquisite sensations before. Even in all the times I had made love with Brad, thinking it was the best feeling I would ever have. I know saw that I was very wrong. For the time, I had been right, but I couldn’t imagine anything sexier or more wonderful now, than being adored by three loving people, one of whom was my darling son.

My pussy walls gripped David’s wonderful cock tightly and I climaxed, screaming his name, feeling him fill me with his cum almost immediately afterward. I then had the lovely sensation of both Justin and Darcy crouching over my nether lips and licking David’s seed from me. They cleaned me thoroughly and then Justin shared his mouthful of cum with me, while Darcy shared hers with David. We fucked in every conceivable position and combination the rest of the day, barely stopping to eat. Finally, around dinner time, David dressed long enough to go get his suitcase out of his vehicle and then after we all ate, we were back at it again.

That night, we sat in front of the fireplace, relaxed and content, sipping wine and talking about life in general. I was seated between David and my son, with Darcy on the other side of Justin. All of us agreed how wonderful the day had been and how happy we were to have each other for a few days. I found myself yawning and my eyes growing heavy much earlier than I would have imagined. Finally, I stretched and rose, excusing myself for bed. David rose as I did, and looking at Justin and Darcy, said, “If you’ll excuse me as well, and if Casey doesn’t mind, I’ll join her in her chamber tonight.” They nodded and I took his hand and squeezed it, blowing kisses to the other two.

“See you in the morning,” I said sleepily. “For now, to bed, you handsome Brit!”

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PART 2

About 30 minutes later I was working with Joe, a tall somewhat middle eastern looking man. Very hot, lean but very muscular. Fred and Steve were moving in the family room furniture and we found ourselves alone in my mother’s bedroom. This time I was the one who needed to take a leak, and I didn’t close the door. I was hoping Joe would come take a look, but no such luck. I was a little disappointed but figured what the hell, we had a lot of moving to do yet. So I walked out of the bedroom and found Joe sitting on the couch naked as the day he was born with one of the largest cocks I’ve seen in my life.

He just smirked, “I’ve got something for you here…I’ve been waiting for you…”

He was quoting from a song, I’m just not sure which one.

I moved between his legs and went right to my knees…with the thickness of his cock I wondered if I would be able to deep throat him, but I was damn excited to serve this hot man and huge cock!

I leaned in to take his big cock in my mouth as it was growing to full capacity. As I took it in, he told me, this first load will shoot fast, cause I haven’t unloaded in three days, if you do a good job there will be at least two more loads for you if not three.

Joe said, “Come on cocksucker, I think it will go a lot better if you get this monster in your throat before it gets fully hard!”

I slurped the huge head and as much of the shaft into my mouth as I could, then Joe just put his hand on the back of my head and pushed down until my lips were in his tightly trimmed pubic hair!

Joe stood with his cock buried in my throat mobilbahis güvenilir mi and just started fucking. One of the reasons that I think I’m such a great cocksucker is that besides the fact the I just crave cock, I can take a huge cock into my throat and still breath. Joe was enjoying having his cock buried in my throat, feeling my throat muscles spasm around it when I heard footsteps and then a bit of snickering from the door of my mother’s new bedroom.

Joe kicked his hips into gear and just started fucking! On most strokes, he would pull out until only the head was on my tongue, just tightly held inside by my wet lips, and then thrust in again.

I knew that someone was behind us watching, but didn’t care as it had to be either Fred or Steve, and I was ready to take Fred again, and Steve was a mystery but I figured he was hung too!

Joe started moaning, and fucking my throat faster and I loved his big balls bouncing off my chin! Suddenly he fucked even harder and faster then increased his hold on my head, pushed in deep, and I could feel the thick tube on the underside of his cock pulsing his load deep in my throat.

His length and girth had made my throat juices start running and I was a slick gooey mess. When I started to wipe my chin, he slapped my hand away and said, “Don’t touch that goo, this is what a cocksucker is supposed to look like!”

When Joe’s cock stopped pulsing he slowly withdrew from my throat. I got to taste his thick cum! He pulled out and slapped and rubbed his huge cock on my face and said, “Don’t touch that cocksucker! You’re mobilbahis a cocksucker and need to look like one!”

PART 3

I heard Steve say from the doorway, “Hey Joe, Fred needs your help at the truck, and you cocksucker may as well stay where you are, I’m ready for you now!”

Blondish, hairy, muscular Steve strutted into the room, flicked the button on his cargo shorts and walked out of them, on his way to a chair, then sat and spread his legs wide. My eyes widened at the sight of his thick uncut cock dangling off the edge of the chair and his large ball sack nestled on the edge.

I was between his legs in a flash, and he smiled and laughed at the cum and thick goo smeared all over my face and stands dangling from my chin. “I’m glad Joe didn’t let you wipe that off your face cocksucker, you’re a fucking nasty mess and that makes me even hotter!

I licked and kissed my way up one of his hairy muscular thighs to get to my prize. It was starting to throb into hardness and I took it into my mouth. I tried to use my tongue and lips to work the skin back to taste the fat leaking head but the big cock was becoming engorged and I had to use one hand to do it, and a thick flavor of manscent and taste exploded on my tongue.

Steve leaked tons of precum and I loved the salty sweet flavor coating my tongue. When his cock was hard enough, Steve grabbed my head and just pulled forward until his cock (the thickest yet) slid into my throat.

Steve just slowly worked his cock all the way in and all the way out of my throat and mouth as tons more goo and precum dribble off mobilbahis giriş my lips. Without much warning, he stood with his cock planted in my throat and growled as his cock erupted thick shots of hot man cum into me.

I looked up at him, and he smiled and said, “Yeah cocksucker, I know that was fast, but that is just one of several loads that you will get out of my cock today, it’s been damn near a week since I’ve shot, so there’s plenty more juice, but after another load, you’ll have to work and really show some cocksucker talent to get more. Then I plan to plant a load or two in the sweet butt of yours, now let’s get to work!”

I was embarrassed and at the same time somewhat proud to rejoin Fred and Joe to finish unloading the truck, I kind of snickered to myself, “they’re unloading the truck and I’m unloading their balls!” They all pointed and laughed at the cum and goo drying on my face, chest and even my tight belly. I wondered what kinds of hot scenes would develop before the day was finished!

About the time we joined the other two movers, my cell phone rang. It was my mother telling me that she had ordered pizza for us for lunch and it would arrive soon. Just as I told the guys about the pizza the delivery guy showed up. Now I was embarrassed and made my way to the front door of the house to clean up the mess on my face and chest.

Fred came up behind me and grabbed me, and asked why I was running off. I told him I didn’t want the delivery guy to see me all gooey and cum covered. Steve then joined us and laughed and said, “Don’t worry, that’s Jerry, he’s a buddy of ours, it is a small town you know!”

With that they spun me around and Joe laughed and said, “Hey Jerry, this cocksucker is going to take care of your tip today!” I saw the look on Jerry’s face and Fred said, “Hell he won’t just take care of the tip, he’ll take care of the entire shaft!”

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The embarking passengers were picking up the Novorossiysk in Sochi, and Trent paused at the bottom of the gangplank to run his eyes across the line of ship’s officers standing in a row to welcome those joining the ship in that recent Olympic venue. The Novorossiysk was a supply freighter that constantly circled the Black Sea. Its ongoing sail from here was around the southern end of the sea and then back up to Istanbul before returning to Constanta, in Romania.

Ah, there he was, the first officer, second in the line. Mavis Winslow, posing for this operation as Mrs. Deavers—Juliette Deavers—the companion Trent’s supposed family had shackled him with to ensure he made it to his twenty-first birthday without giving himself away to some gold-digging man, nudged Trent from behind and whispered, “Don’t look at him openly.” But this was in Trent’s area of expertise, not hers, and he thought it important to look at the man directly, to establish connection and understanding.

The ship’s first officer picked Trent out on the dock with his eyes and gave the young man an appraising look. When Trent was sure he was looking at him, Trent gave a little smile and lowered his head. Mavis probably never would understand the signals of both interest and submission men who hooked up with men gave to immediately establish both connection and pecking order.

Mrs. Deavers nudged Trent again, but he stood his ground in that pose for a good five seconds. She didn’t understand the world of animals and of gay men. In that simple gesture, Trent had signaled submission to the man posing as Yuri Kerenskyi and functioning as the first officer on a supply steamer of the Black Sea Shipping company, which delivered goods and a limited number of passengers to ports in Russia, Georgia, Turkey, Bulgaria, Romania, and the Ukraine.

Just as Yuri Kerenskyi was a pose, so was Trent’s cover as Cory Crenshaw, the very public black sheep of an American manufacturing dynasty family, being handled as best as the family could manage and as far out of the reach of the American media as possible.

By that act alone—signaling submission to the man—the young man posing as Cory had saved several days of preparation. It was Cory’s job to have Kerenskyi salivating after him so much that he’d be willing to leave the ship in Istanbul—but not before—to have Cory writhing under him. The whole operation was for the former U.S. Naval man, Gene Chambers, who had defected to the Russians with a boatload of Naval documents and codes and who was currently posing as Yuri Kerenskyi, to leave the Novorossiysk in some country that would be willing to extradite him back to the United States. According to the operation Trent was involved in, that was going to be Turkey.

As the newly embarking passengers passed down the line of officers before being shown to their cabins, Cory made sure to lower his face again when being introduced to Kerenskyi and to include a blush, a noticeable shudder, and rubbing of the forefinger in the hand that he held just a few seconds longer than he did any of the other ship’s officers.

There weren’t many passengers. The main job of the Novorossiysk was to move containers of goods around the Baltic. There were fewer than fifty paying passengers on the ship at any one time, and those were usually off-the-beaten-path trekkers traveling on the cheap.

Cory Crenshaw and Mrs. Deavers weren’t traveling on the cheap, and their cabins were as well appointed as they would be on a major cruise line. The entertainment and activities support sucked—there virtually was none—and the dining arrangements weren’t gourmet, but the food was good enough.

Everyone—including the ship’s officers—ate in one dining room in one seating, though, which was something that Cory had counted on. He also was counting on the mingling of passengers and crew to be more informal and natural than they would be on a cruise ship. This bore out on the first evening out of Sochi, as the ship steamed for its next port, Batumi, in Georgia.

There were fewer than a dozen passengers who had boarded the ship in Sochi, so it was natural for the captain and various other crew members the passengers might be expected to interact with to visit them during their first communal meal to welcome them aboard and to make small talk.

The Russian captain addressed Mrs. Deavers, leaving his first officer, naturally, to talk with Cory. At this point, the assumption was natural that Mrs. Deavers was Cory’s mother. In the operation setup, the two made sure to get across that the family had great wealth and that Mrs. Deavers was an employee, not a family member.

“So, you aren’t mother and son?” Kerenskyi said to Cory, as he stood on the other side of the table from the young passenger, his hands on the shoulders of the passengers across the table from Cory and leaning down—the man was quite tall. Tall and trim, reddish-blond hair, suntanned weathered skin, and a well-muscled thirty-something. He was thirty-five, illegal bahis Cory knew—but not from anything the man had said yet.

“No, I’m on my post-graduation trip after college. Mrs. Deavers is my companion. I’m afraid my father is the doting type.” Cory gave the ship’s officer a shy smile with just a bit of devious hinting at the corner of the mouth and in the eyes that was consistent with the signaling he’d already conveyed earlier. “I’m afraid my family thinks I can get a little wild. Man trouble. But this is my birthday trip. I’ll be twenty-one shortly after we reach Istanbul and then my family will be relieved of legal responsibility for me, no doubt with a great deal of relief, and Mrs. Deavers can move on to chaperoning another problem child.”

“Twenty-one? You look much younger than that.” The look he gave Cory was a bald “and I could just eat you up” look. The two passengers he was leaning over weren’t looking up at his face, and Mrs. Deavers was entirely engaged in speaking with the captain. Cory lowered his face in submission again. The others at the table were oblivious to the deal the two men were striking. The inference was that the moment they could be alone, there wouldn’t need to be any uncertainty—Cory could be flat on his back with the ship’s first officer’s knees between the young man’s thighs and Kerenskyi’s cock thrusting up inside him.

“I get that a lot,” Cory answered. “I don’t mind being rather small, though. It’s an advantage for me.”

“The Black Sea is a bit out of the way for a graduation trip, I would think,” Kerenskyi said. “Most go to London or Paris, don’t they?”

“I wanted to see Moscow and St. Petersburg, and most of all I wanted to see Sochi, where we just were.”

“Why Sochi?”

“Because the Olympics were there. I’m a figure skater and hope to be able to concentrate on that now that my college is over. I dream of going to the next Olympics as a figure skater. I guess it’s why I don’t mind being rather small and young looking—it helps on the ice. But, tell me, you have practically no accent when you speak English. How did you learn to speak it so well? If anything, your accent is French, not Russian.”

“Canada. I originally was from Montreal—French is widely spoken there.”

And in the New Orleans area where the portfolio on you said you were born, Trent, who was posing as Cory, thought.

After spending considerable time in close discussion with Mrs. Deavers, the captain was on the move toward another set of passengers who had just joined the ship, and it was obvious that Kerenskyi needed to move on as well.

“Well, I hope you will enjoy your cruise with us and that we have a chance to chat again.”

“I hope so, as well,” Cory said, giving him a winning smile as if the young man could think of nothing he’d like to do more than enjoy the pseudo Russian’s company again.

“It’s fascinating that you’re a figure skater,” Kerenskyi said as he straightened his stance, ready to move on. “I’ll bet you have to be very flexible for that—be able to put your body into many interesting positions.”

There was little doubt of the interest the man was conveying to Cory—or that he was signaling that he would be a taxing and inventive lover. “Yes, yes you do,” Cory answered, lowering his face shyly and willing his cheeks to blush. “I love the prospect of demanding exercise.”

Kerenskyi gave the young man a tight little smile as he moved off.

* * * *

Cory encountered Kerenskyi on deck the next morning and spoke with him briefly before going into breakfast.

“Yes, I would enjoy that,” Cory answered to Kerenskyi’s offer to show him around the ship later that day.

“There are so many nooks and crannies where one can be tucked away and never found on a ship like this,” Kerenskyi said, his eyes watching Cory closely. He probably would have been more explicit if there weren’t other passengers within hearing distance of them.

“Fascinating,” Cory answered. What Kerenskyi couldn’t convey in voice, he signaled with his hand. He had a hand on the small of Cory’s back as they stood at the rail and looked down at the wake created by the ship slicing through the somewhat choppy water. Anyone who was looking would see it just as a steadying gesture, because the ship was pitching a bit. But Cory knew differently. Kerenskyi managed not only to touch his back but to rub a finger down the base of his backbone. Cory shuddered to convey that he was imagining the finger exploring farther down.

“Just come looking for me when you wish a tour—the crew quarters are on deck two. There isn’t that much for me to do when we’re on the open seas.”

Kerenskyi managed to brush his mouth close to Cory’s ear as he was turning away. “I’ll give you a fuck like you’ve never had before,” he whispered before he moved off.

After lunch, having caught a nod of the head from Kerenskyi toward the decks below, Cory went looking for him, finding a staircase that would illegal bahis siteleri take him down to deck two. Knowing that Cory would seek him out, Kerenskyi had left the door open to his cabin, nearly the last one down a long, dark corridor.

Cory heard them before he saw them. He recognized one of the Filipino mess stewards. He was jackknifed under the bulkier, hunkier Yuri Kerenskyi, his legs plastered against his chest, with Kerenskyi laying on top of him, in the position of doing pushups on the body of the small Filipino. Kerenskyi’s cock was buried in the steward’s ass, deep thrusts being provided by the pushup motion.

The steward was moaning and muttering in some language Cory didn’t understand—probably Tagalog. Cory had no doubt that he was being taken hard and deep.

Cory didn’t retreat. Chances were very good that Kerenskyi had set this up for Cory to see—to understand that Kerenskyi would do this to him as well, given half the chance. If not, it still fulfilled the need to quickly establish Cory’s interests and the depths of his willingness and his availability to the man. If Cory was just a tease, Kerenskyi was giving him his chance to establish that and to back off.

The Filipino was being fucked mercilessly. Cory wasn’t being left any room for misunderstanding how cruelly Kerenskyi would fuck.

Cory stood his ground at the cabin door, watching the Filipino being brutally fucked. It wasn’t long before Kerenskyi looked over and saw Cory standing there. His eyes latched onto Cory’s and there was an expression of arrogance and command in his face. Cory didn’t look away for a minute or more, holding his gaze long enough to convey a deal of mutual interest between the two of them—to Cory’s claimed willingness to submit totally to the man.

Except that Kerenskyi wasn’t going to get all that he wanted—not for some time. That this would drive the man crazy was all part of Cory’s plan.

* * * *

The nook and cranny spot in the bowels of the Novorossiysk was hidden way between two steel ribs supporting something deep inside the belly of the ship. The shelf Cory was sitting on was padded and was deep enough for him to lie down on, if it came to that. Cory was going to see that it didn’t come to that, though.

Kerenskyi obviously meant for it to come to that. He was standing in close between Cory’s spread thighs, holding the young man to him with an arm around his waist. They were kissing. Hearing the zipper to his shorts being lowered, Cory reached down and grabbed Kerenskyi’s hand.

“No, don’t. We mustn’t,” he murmured. “I can’t; not yet. Not before Istanbul.”

“What do you mean you can’t? I didn’t get you wrong, did I? And what about not before Istanbul?”

“You don’t understand,” Cory said. “I want it, I really do. But I’ve never done it before. And I can’t do it before Istanbul.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t do it, that you don’t want it.” He’d fished Cory’s cock out, which, of course, was hard, and he was gripping it with his hand, slow stroking it.

“No, please. I’ve never been fucked before. I can’t do it before I’m twenty-one. It’s part of why there’s a companion with me. I declared to my family, and my father came down hard on me.”

“I don’t understand. You want it. You’re not fighting me jacking you off.”

“Jacking off isn’t an anal fuck,” Cory answered between moans. “You want to do more than just jack me off, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Not before Istanbul,” The young man said, “but there are things we can do short of that.” Cory unzipped Kerenskyi’s fly and pulled his cock out—a nice plump one, in full erection.

“We can do this. This isn’t covered in the trust document wording. My money is tied up in a trust. I can’t have anal sex with a man until I’m twenty-one. Then I get the money and can do whatever I please. So we just have to hold off on that until Istanbul.”

“No one would ever know.”

“I’d know, and I think my father would know somehow. Mrs. Deavers is a bloodhound. There will be medical tests on my birthday and a lie detector test. My father says a doctor can tell. I don’t think so, but I’m not going to chance it. There’s too much money at stake. Just wait until Istanbul . . . and, in the meantime . . .”

They didn’t speak after that, letting their hands and lips speak for them, Kerenskyi held in check by what Cory would do, despite what Kerenskyi had wanted him to do. They both were moaning and groaning, while, nearly fully clothed they concentrated on jacking each other off.

Cory came first, which Kerenskyi took as a signal to twist him around and push the young man’s shorts down and off his hips.

“No, Yuri, not before Istanbul,” Cory growled, as he twisted away from the bigger man and darted past him for the light of the corridor beyond the hiding place, leaving Kerenskyi panting and muttering to himself.

“I can’t get off the ship in Istanbul,” Kerenskyi said. He obviously canlı bahis siteleri knew that Turkey would extradite him if he was caught by the Americans in that country.

“You will if you want to fuck me,” Cory answered before he fled the scene.

* * * *

Yuri had been busy with docking and offloading cargo in Batumi, Georgia, the next two days, so it wasn’t until the third day after his first encounter with Cory that Cory received a note from him to meet him in the space between the ship’s ribs in the bowels of the vessel. Cory sent back a note saying he couldn’t make it at that time and proposing a meeting down there after dinner.

Kerenskyi was in a frenzy when Cory came to him that evening.

“I can’t hold off with you,” he declared through heavy breathing. “I haven’t been able to think of anything but fucking you since we last met.”

“Not before Istanbul,” Cory said as they came out of a kiss. The older man already had pushed the waistband of Cory’s shorts down and was gripping the younger man’s cock.

“I can’t come off the ship in Istanbul. And we have to sail on to Constanta.”

“I’ve already checked,” Cory answered. “My birthday will be two days after we dock in Istanbul. Your ship will be in port there until the fifth day, offloading and onloading cargo. Oh, God, oh fuck, daddy,” he whimpered as he climbed Kerenskyi’s thighs with his legs and the older man laid Cory down on his back on the padded shelf. He pulled Cory’s T-shirt over his head and covered his pecs and nipples with kisses. He licked up into Cory’s armpits, moaning of his need for the young man. Cory knew he was having an overpowering effect on the man he was trying to drive crazy with want. Trent, now as Cory, had been enhanced with arousal pheromones. Kerenskyi’s dick was out and pressing at Cory’s lower belly with rhythmic thrusts. He was already fucking Cory—he just wasn’t inside the younger man’s ass.

The pheromones were working both ways, though. Trent was losing control. It wasn’t his Cory pose that was losing control. Trent wanted to be fucked so bad—and this man was working his body so well. Trent was slipping.

“I can’t leave the ship in Istanbul, and I must have you. I’m going wild for you.”

“I can’t risk it this close to winning,” Cory answered. “But if it’s release you want . . .”

Cory pushed the man off his body, sank to his knees between Kerenskyi and the shelf, took the older man’s cock in his mouth, and sucked him to an ejaculation.

Before Kerenskyi could regain his immediate need and cock strength, Cory slithered away from him. In the door to the passage, he turned and said. “I want you as much as you want me. We can have sex, just not all the way—not unless you come to me in Istanbul.”

Cory rushed back to his cabin and stood under the cold water of the shower for an eternity. This job was getting to him. He was losing his ability to control men like Kerenskyi. He would have to talk to Maurice about having someone along with him on operations like this—someone who could take care of his needs and exhaust him so that he wouldn’t be tempted by the target if he wasn’t supposed to give in to him.

After the stopover in Samsun, Turkey, where Yuri again was completely occupied with the cargo, he followed Cory out onto deck after dinner.

“How far will you go short of me fucking you in the ass?” he asked as they stood at the rail.

“Whatever you want, short of that. And you can have that too in Istanbul. I’ll give it all to you Istanbul. I want it.”

Trent wasn’t lying. He hadn’t answered in the role of Cory. It was all he could do not to let Yuri go all the way. The man had a beautiful body and a fine cock. He was strong, and when he encircled Trent with his arms, Trent wanted to melt into him. Beyond that, Trent’s ass craved frequent servicing. He wasn’t sure that Kerenskyi was as frustrated as he himself was that they couldn’t have anal sex.

“Does your watchdog check to see that you’re in your cabin at night?”

“She hasn’t since the first few nights at sea.”

“Do you know why that is?”

“I presume because she’s in the captain’s cabin most nights.”

“So, you know,” Yuri said, with a laugh. “She’ll be in his cabin tonight. All night,” he said. He looked around to see if they were being observed and then he cupped one of Cory’s butt cheeks and squeezed.

“And you want me to spend the night with you?” Trent was managing to pull himself back into the role of Cory

“Yes, in my cabin. Come to me after you’re sure she’s gone to the captain’s cabin. He’s promised to keep her there all night. He thinks I’ve been fucking you since the first night in Sochi. He’s agreed to give us the night alone in my cabin.”

“I can’t let you fuck me.”

“Not in the ass—not with my dick—but you said anything else goes.”

He stretched out over Cory on his bed, reversed, and they sixy-nined to a mutual ejaculation. As they were cooling down and revving up again, Kerenskyi knelt over Cory and kissed and tongued his body all over, arriving, finally, at his rim, after he had turned Cory onto his belly.

“You said I couldn’t put my dick in you,” Yuri muttered. “You didn’t say anything about my tongue.”

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03 – Training grounds

From the room she was in, the sound of the afternoon highway traffic below almost couldn’t be heard at all. Through the wall- high window she could see into a nice little garden with a freshly mowed lawn, white stones and high palm trees, complete with a distant choir of bird song. The scenery was so perfect that she almost felt the need to complain to someone that there wasn’t a small fountain with a marble Cupid in the middle of it all. But – she straightened up a little – she knew the last thing she wanted to do was complaining. She still felt nervous, and held the key she had used to lock herself in, in a tight fist until she finally remembered to put it back into her purse. There really shouldn’t be any need to be nervous; she felt she could trust Jean entirely. She wasn’t cheated into this. She couldn’t be. There simply was no need to. She knew she had plans to make money on her skills after the completion of the training, so why hide anything? And why not combine business with pleasure?
She realised the reason she was nervous first of all was because of the experience itself, the training about to begin. Would it be as exciting as she hoped it would be? Was it really true? Was there really a world like the one Jean had outlined to her? She was hoping this day would give her the hints of the realities of things. Hoping…

It took another 10 minutes of nervous itches in the stomach until she heard the faint sound of a car coming up the driveway and finding a place in the parking lot at the main entrance. With her heart pounding she listened intensively, and could hear voices and the slamming of doors as someone crossed the yard and entered the building. Then there were some minutes of relaxed activities, lights came on, some low classical music caressed the walls, and the smell of coffee spread throughout the air ducts. Anne got even more nervous, and felt her pulse all the way out to her earlobes.

All of a sudden the door swung open. She nearly jumped in her seat. Jean breezed in along with another lady. They were carrying a tray of service, a folded tablecloth and some other things, obviously for the room she was in. They both stopped when they saw her.

“Anne! Are you here already? We didn’t expect you in half an hour yet!”

“I know”, Anne smiled shyly as she got to her feet, facing the two smiling ladies, “but I was afraid to be late. You know… traffic!”

Jean laughed; “we just came to make the reception room a little less sterile… a little friendlier for your arrival if you like”. She put her things down on the table and turned to the woman standing beside her. “Pam, this is Anne, our new student. Anne this is Pamela Vasquez, my friend and close associate”.

They greeted and hugged and Anne immediately felt calmer again, although she didn’t know if she quite liked Pam’s appearance as much as Jean’s. Pam was a brunette of about 40, not looking much latin at all in spite of the name. To Anne she had a classical cool beauty about her, narrow waist and broad hips, medium sized tits and long, powerful legs. Like Jean herself she was perfectly fit and reflected maturity, but no wear. She was wearing an outfit looking something like a nurse, although the edge of a dark skirt protruding from under the white coat suggested that it was just thrown on as she walked in.

“If you’re ready, Anne dear, we’ll take you into the studio and really show you our facilities”, Jean told her, gently leading her by the hand into the same hallway as last time. From there they went in through the white door saying studio 4.

When they stood inside, Anne couldn’t help but staring at the facilities.

“Obviously”, Jean explained, smiling at Anne’s expression, “during normal days this is an ordinary gym studio where we do lessons of yoga, aerobics and spins. Our special trainings take place in the evenings only, or like now, at the week- ends.

The room was looking quite like a small studio, with deep green carpets, mirror- covered walls with a sky- blue colour. Daylight came down through huge roof windows. A wall curtain split the room so the exercise machines were at the other side. The only tings remaining in their part of the room were a standard coach and table corner section, and some other deep leather chairs.

The soft classical music came from discreet speakers somewhere in the back. A huge flower decoration along with champagne on ice was put at the middle of the table. The whole place smelled of flowers and leather furniture and clean surfaces. Knowing what she was in for, she didn’t feel that the room had a particularly erotic atmosphere, but she was sure she could get used to it.
Pamela came in after them with a new tray of cups and a fresh can of coffee and tea.

“As you can see”, Jean started, looking at the casually scattered furniture, we have tried to produce an atmosphere of relaxed comfort, where we can all fully concentrate on the …… oh! There’s Mary”.

Everybody looked canlı bahis şirketleri up and turned to the newcomer entering the room from the showers at the opposite side. She was a stunning beauty, also about 40; definitely with a nock- out figure underneath the white towel she was wearing to cover her bust- down. Her hair was rolled up in a towel ball as well, but Anne could tell that she was a brunette, actually almost completely black haired. She came towards them with a beaming smile.

“Anne, this is Mary Roberts, Mary, this is Anne, our new pupil starting her training today”.

“I’m soooo pleased to meet you” the newcomer exclaimed, grabbing her hands with her stronger and kissing her on both cheeks.

There were a few remarks back and forth until Mary then turned and left the room the same way she came in, excusing herself that she should finish preparing for the lecture.

Jean motioned towards the couch, and the tree of them sat down with the coffee. For a moment Anne wondered why there wasn’t anything on the table with the coffee, but then she remembered – and knew.

“So, Anne how do you like our facilities?”

“It’s great! If I wasn’t so nervous, I would feel completely perfect here”. She laughed and sighed with a slightly shaking voice.

Jean and Pam smiled. “Look Anne, there’s really nothing to worry about. Remember, you will be doing only what you would like to do yourself. We’ll most certainly urge you, but not press you to deliver your best possible performance from the very start! You will be nervous, and so will Mary. She’s not with the program for more than a few weeks, and you’re her second pupil. We need people like her almost just as much as people like you. Me and Pam will take care of everything though, and make sure that the lessons will be enjoyable, relaxing and educating! Remember, we are not new to this. So, we’re hoping that we’ll all get to relax quite nicely in a short time.

“I’m worried that I will not be good at all…. That you’ll all be terribly disappointed….. You know I’ve got no experience in this.”

“Nonsense dear, you’ll do great. Everybody needs a little guidance in the beginning, and then everything comes naturally. Just let your feelings do the rest. Then I guarantee you Mary’s feelings will do its part.”

The two ladies laughed. “She’s a real firecracker”, Pam added, “you’ll find out”!

They could see that the last remark made Anne nervous again. Jean threw a short, annoyed glimpse at Pam, then put her hand calmly on Anne’s shoulder. “Just relax, Anne. Let’s finish our coffee, and you’ll see…”

The women sat chatting lightly when Mary again entered the room. Anne was a little bit surprised. She was expecting her to be naked. But Mary was wearing a white blouse, a knee- short dark grey business skirt, stockings and high-heeled shoes. She had set her almost black hair up in a nice- styled top, used a very discrete make- up, and a small golden chain around her neck. Anne now could admire her hot figure, and stated that she looked stronger now, her thighs almost muscular, waist not slender but elegant. Her tits were big, but natural looking. They did not arouse any silicone suspicions. Wonderful playthings!

Her first bath towel appearance had been swift and confident. Now she was all different. Although she tried, Anne could sense the tension. She felt shy herself, but still discovered that she had problems catching the woman’s eyes as they faced each other.

Mary sat down and got her cup of coffee. She gulped it down in order to catch up with the others, who were nearly finished. She didn’t take too much part in the conversation, but left most of the talking to Jean and Pam. Anne noticed that she was a little uneasy, rubbing her thighs together slightly, and kind of moving back and forth on the couch.

After the coffee, she lit a cigarette, and sat back with a sigh, crossing her legs, clearly trying to relax. Anne was sure. Mary tried to hide it, but she was as nervous as she was!

Finally, Jean put down her empty cup and moved out onto the edge of the couch. “Now ladies! Time to get started!” She looked at Pam sitting beside her; “Pam, be a dear and get the mat, will you?”

Pam nearly jumped to her feet, and crossed to disappear behind the wall curtains.

“Now”, Jean continued, smiling at Anne and Mary, “this is first of all training. So, consequently, the basics first. Eventually we will deal with all sides of mood development and romantic approaches. As I said, you’re going to need a few minutes to learn to relax, and then you’ll be fine.”

Pam returned with a soft, comfortable mat, and placed it on the floor in front of Mary.

“So, Mary dear, get it over with, and show us what you’ve got! Anne, you can find your place here at the mat. Try to get a good position from the very beginning otherwise your knees get sore and uncomfortable in a short while.”

Anne’s heart hammered as she let herself slide down from canlı kaçak iddaa the sofa and onto her knees at the mat. Blood rushed through her body, and the whole thing almost made her dizzy for a moment. There was no way she would be able to meet their eyes now. She hardly dared to lift her eyes enough to see the thighs slowly open and the skirt slip up around Mary’s waist as the lady let herself slide down and forward to find a good position on the couch. Pam was there with a few extra pillows under her spine and a soft towel under her butt.

But then Anne could do nothing but stare! She knew this was the sight of her deepest dreams. The very essence of her fantasies. The heart of her passions. She was stunned! Mary’s pussy was framed by the stockings, ending in a black, lacy ring at the top of the thighs. She was shaved expect for a sweet little bush over her pubic bone. Her pussy lips had already parted slightly, and were glistening from moist and anticipation.

The lips were full and fleshy, protruding quite a bit, as though they were begging for their first kiss from adoring young lips.

“Anne, look at me!” she suddenly heard Jean’s voice. She was torn out of her near hypnotic state, and met her instructress’ smiling eyes. “Anne, you know what to do, but let’s still do this first exercise with careful instruction.” Jean moved over to sit next to Mary.

“Now, whenever you are ready, you may move forward and try your first kiss. I will comment and correct as you proceed.” Anne shuddered almost unnoticeably. Just as simple as that! After all, this was training!

Mary now had overcome her initial shyness from exposing herself like this. Although she still didn’t meet Anne’s eyes, she now carefully observed everything going on between her thighs. When Anne finally started moving slowly forward, the woman’s breathing became irregular, and her thighs started trembling ever so lightly. A small jerk went through her when Anne’s hands touched her thighs.

When Anne was close, she could feel the intoxicating smell of perfume and female heat meet her and totally overwhelm her. This definitely was a lady to her tastes! A real woman; someone worthy of her devoted worship. Her devoted passion!

She closed her eyes as she let herself slowly forward again, until finally – veeery gently – lips met soft lips in the first, blissful kiss. The kiss she had been waiting so long for!

Again a faint convulsion went through Mary’s body. Her and Jean’s eyes carefully observed the girls lips as they homed in on the prime target. Now there was contact, and a long moment of complete silence passed as everybody in the room absorbed the feeling of the new start. Anne most of all. She was thrilled, excited, frightened, happy and in total love! A sudden feeling of total uselessness overwhelmed her; who was she to think that she could be of any pleasure to a lady like this? Then again heat filled her body from the very image of what she was just now doing. It was not a dream! Not this time. It was real. She was here. Here! In the middle of it all. And that was what was important right now! The only thing!

Anne finally lifted her lips slightly and let her eyes blink open. Then she looked up at Jean.

“Excellent”, the response from Jean came. “Now just take your time, and make yourself – should I say – at home. There are lots of things to explore! When you’re ready, we’ll proceed to using the tongue. And – for heavens sake Anne – please breathe!”

Anne suddenly realised that she hadn’t been breathing for an eternity, and suddenly let the air hiss out of her lungs. After a few, deep breaths, she got herself in position again, and let her lips gently press against those wet, wonderful ones in front of her. Although she now could feel Mary’s eyes on her, she still didn’t dare to look up at her face. No… not yet!

After a new, long kiss, she continued by carefully taking each of the lips into her mouth and gently let them slide in and out, tasting the first of the woman’s juices on her own lips in a proper way.

Now she felt more relaxed. She had been a little worried about this, even a bit frightened, but the taste was just wonderful and wild, wonderful and wild wild wild, and she felt a surge of sheer happiness rush through her as she proceeded with renewed confidence.

The stockings- clad thighs surrounding her slipped further out to the sides. Anne let go of them and put her hands gently under the buttocks resting on the edge of the couch. A voice of approval from Jean – suddenly sounding distant – indicated she was doing the right things.

Jean was still not pressing on the use of her tongue, something that made Anne even a little bit more courageous. Her feelings now really got better about the whole thing, and she started not just to relax, but even really feel relaxed.

Hot and cold shivers still rushed through her body, but more and more they were from sheer joy only. She felt that if she would be well trained, canlı kaçak bahis she would be able to be on top of any such situation. Really…. On the top! Who should believe that!

She let the soft, wet lip slip out of her mouth, and carefully slid her tongue out between her own lips. Then gently let it slip in a little bit between the full pussy lips. Just enough to let the full taste of wild female lust hit her with maximum force. And it really hit!! Like a slap in the face! It was like a drug. Really! Like a drug. She felt her heart racing again, her pulse sounding like distant drums in her ears. How could something like this feel just so fuckin’ great?!?

For a short moment she withdrew the tip of her tongue to savour the taste in her mouth. The wild, wonderful and almost animal- like taste. She then hesitated for a moment, withstanding the urge to burrow the full length of her tongue into the moist, pink wetness, and then gently let it slide in between the full lips and twirl for a moment inside the deep folds. She still was too nervous to loose control of her rising passion. All she could still do was letting the tongue slide along the crack…. gently upwards. All the way up to the hood of the pleasure- button at the top. Then down again. And up.

As she settled down to a somewhat steady rhythm with her tongue along the full length of the dripping pussy, Mary started shaking lightly, not at all able to conceal the flush of heat spreading from the sweet mouth and out into every cell of her body. Even though this girl was totally inexperienced, the whole atmosphere and the feelings rushing onto her were so strong that she knew she wouldn’t stand this for a very long time. Not long at all. Now the girls tongue even started moving dangerously close to her now completely oversensitive clit! Well, if that happened… already now, she really didn’t know if she would be able to……

“Ok, Anne, hold it for a moment”, Jean’s voice broke into the feverish minds of the two lovers, shockingly clear and sharp. “Let’s not forget the training we’re here for, guys” she smiled, bending over Mary’s body to face Anne, just as the girl was about to focus her eyes and dig still deeper in between the gaping lips in front of her. She had to put her hand on Anne’s forehead, and gently push her a little back in order to get her full attention.

Mary’s hips jerked involuntarily after the break of contact, and a short gasp escaped her. Now she knew the really torturous part of Jeans training was about to begin.

“You’re doing very well, Anne” Jean continued. “With some instructions on the way to guide and improve the work with your tongue, you’ll make tremendous progress in no time, and then we can allow Mary her first blow out of the day on that particular lesson. Now listen carefully”.

Jean removed her hand as gently as she had placed it there. “You can move forward again, and gently let your tongue slip in between her pussy lips, but do it so I can see it all the time”.

Anne was more than willing to comply, and in a moment she had resumed the slow gliding motion up and down between the soaking lips. She realised that Jean had let her start off on her own, to see how she coped initially. Now, with this settled, she was going to start the instructions on her techniques for real.

It didn’t take long until they had Mary shaking and moaning again, her legs spread wide open and her hands kneading her luscious tits through the fabric of her business- like shirt. With Jean’s close observation and careful instructions, Anne quickly perfected her ways of her pussy worship. Her tongue worked the up- and downward motion in between the pussy lips, initially just bathing the pink inside, then eventually going further and digging in with the tip to reach the deeper sensitive spots around the urethra. Then she practiced circling around the clit, apply tongue tip pressure into the groove at the sides, all the time not touching the critical spot itself. Then doing flat-tongue lapping just below the base of the clit.

This careful instruction lasted the better part of the next half hour, and Mary was at that point almost getting wild with lust, gasping, trembling and pumping her hips up against the hard working mouth, not being the professional lecture participant at all! Pam was sitting at the opposite end of the couch, observing the whole show, and feeling her own libido drastically heating, even though she had seen this so many times before. No doubt about it…. Anne was someone special! This she could definitely tell already by now.

She was watching the lecture with such a focus that Jean had to tap her shoulder to get her attention;

“Pam, some tissues please!” Pam jumped slightly, but immediately leaned back to fetch some from the box on the table. After receiving them, Jean put them down within reach, and again bent over the two bitches in heat at her side, smiling at Anne; “OK, Anne, we’ll have to do something about Mary, right now she doesn’t work very well as an assistant instructor. Now then, carefully move your tongue from the base of her clit and up to the tip, then gently flip it from side to side, in a slow, rhythmic motion. Move your hands to the side of her hips, and hold her!”

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Johnny and Jeff were sitting in the lounge room talking as the topic of their mother came up. Cindy was upstairs swallowing a pill after having fucked her eldest son Adam for the past hour.

“You know what I really want to do her Jeff?” Johnny asked.

Jeff looked over at Johnny and shook his head.

“I want to tag team her. Gang bang. I want the three of us to make her cum and scream the most she has ever done in her life! I think that together the three of us could really do some damage!”

“Well remember how Adam told us about his first time? The thing is she was never fucked by the both of them, just each individually…I don’t know if mom is ready or willing to do something like that.” Jeff stated.

“What we can’t do is do it here and all go in the same room. It has to be somewhere where we can turn her on as much as we want, where she can make as much noise as she wants, and where she’s as far away from dad as possible.” Johnny suggested.

“Well…why don’t we go camping? Just the four of us. Dad will have no idea what’s going on. We can fuck her so hard together she’ll cum through the tent!” Jeff laughed.

“I think…that just might work bro. I think that just might work.” Johnny smiled.

Johnny and Jeff began planning where they would go camping and what they would bring. That night when Adam came home from work he was filled in on the plan and was thrilled about it. They each came to an agreement on the date and place, 3 days from now in Chandler Woodside Park, one of the most desolate parks to go camping which would be perfect for their little tryst.

As soon as Cindy came home that night in a tight-fitting top and skirt, everyone else in the house was sitting around watching the TV, including her husband. All three boys looked over and smiled as she walked in.

“Mom! Come on in, take a seat! We have something to ask you!” Johnny greeted.

Cindy looked puzzled but walked to the chair and sat, wondering what was going on.

“Well mom, me and the guys were thinking…how would you like to come camping with us? I think that we all need a little bit of fresh air and to get back down with nature!”

All three boys nodded with each other and smiled at Cindy.

Cindy looked over at Jim, who was blankly watching the TV, and then looked back.

“You mean a whole family camping trip?” Cindy asked, hoping that they would say Jim wasn’t coming.

“Nah, not dad, well he’s gotta stay home and watch the house and besides I already asked him he can’t take leave off work. It would just be you and your sons.” Johhny suggested.

“Well Johnny I think it’s a wonderful idea…is that okay with you Jim?” Cindy asked.

Jim nodded without looking away from the TV.

Cindy started to beam with excitement.

“Great! When are we going?” Cindy asked.

“Friday! Chandler Woodside Park!” Jeff shouted.

That night as Jim slept and Cindy crept into Jeff’s room, she immediately took off her blouse and locked the door, jumped on the bed and started to suck Jeff’s dick while he was still asleep.

“Jesus mom you scared me! What’s with the excitement?” Jeff asked.

Cindy moved her lips off her son’s penis and held it with her hand.

“I know exactly why you boys have organised this camping trip. I couldn’t be more excited! We are going to have the best night ever!”

Jeff nodded as Cindy moved her mouth back onto his dick. Suddenly Jeff pushed his mother off, flipped her onto the bed, yanked down her panties and shoved his dick right into her and started fucking her.

Cindy gasped as Jeff quickly pounded her in and out and dove into her vaginal walls.

“Is this…how Adam fucked you this morning mum…”

“No…he didn’t fuck me as fast…you’re like a freaking jackhammer fuck it feels so fucking good!”

Jeff continued riding his mother as fast as he could, wanting to cum. He could feel Cindy starting to shiver below him.

“If you’re shaking now…just wait till you have all 3 of us on you on Friday…you might cum through our dicks…”

Cindy groaned and covered her mouth while Jeff positioned Cindy’s legs upwards and above him so he could pound her even harder.

Cindy started to shake her legs in the air as Jeff moved even faster on her and started groaning, feeling himself starting to tighten.

Suddenly Jeff yelled and released his cum right into her, while Cindy froze. Jeff waited until he could feel it was all out and withdrew and flipped to other side of the bed.

“Just wait till Friday mom…”

The day had come, it was 10am on Friday morning and Cindy and her 3 sons had loaded everything into the boot and gotten into the car. Cindy realised that this was the first time all four of them could talk as freely as they wanted to with each other, and she wondered what topics of conversation would come up.

As Jeff pulled onto the freeway, Johnny turned to the backseat to ask his mother a question.

“You know mom, it amazes me that you have such a high sex canlı bahis şirketleri drive, because most girls my age wouldn’t be willing to do half the things you do! Are you horny right now?”

Cindy smiled.

“Johnny honey, your friend I met the other day, the one in your room? Trust me, she’s got just as high a sex drive as I do…”

Jeff and Adam both looked at each other in shock and Johnny’s eyes widened.

“Wait…did you fuck her too mom?”

Cindy reached over and felt Johnny’s shorts, moving down towards his legs and pulling at his hair.

“Let’s just say…she wanted you, but she was ready to go with me and then you walked in”

Johnny watched as his mother felt his legs and stared at her hands, noticing how soft they felt.

He pushed her hand away, got up and climbed into the backseat.

“Mom, I’d really like it if you gave me a handjob right now, and let me cum all over your hands.”

Cindy smiled and pulled down Johnny’s shorts to reveal his swollen member poking through his briefs. She could see a tiny stain on his underwear.

“Do you remember the first time I felt your underwear like this?”

Johnny chuckled.

“Of course mom, that was the day my life truly began.”

Cindy pulled out Johnny’s cock and wrapped her finger around the tip and gently squeezed it.

Adam hadn’t been able to take his eyes off what he was seeing in the backseat, while Jeff kept trying to steal glances in the mirror.

Johnny started to groan as Cindy massaged his dick with her fingers. She then wrapped her hand around it and squeezed it as tightly as she could. Johnny could barely contain himself.

Cindy then motioned her hand up and down Johnny’s cock and watched as it grew fully erect. Cindy looked at her son who was closing his eyes and rocking his head back and forth. She smiled.

Cindy then started to make faster motions and Johnny opened his eyes in shock as he could feel his pre-cum starting to leak out. Johnny had never had his dick been rubbed this fast by anyone, his mother was working like a mad woman.

Johnny could suddenly feel a build and shouted at his mother to stop. Adam and Jeff both watched wondering what was going to happen.

“Put your palm at the top mom, I’m gonna cum!”

Cindy placed her palm just in time for Johnny’s cum to shoot up onto to her palm twice and for some of it to fall down onto his dick.

Cindy closed her palm so that she wouldn’t lose anymore.

Johnny started to pant and sigh but was shocked to see his mother start to spread her legs.

“I’m gonna give you boys a treat…”

Cindy pushed her legs onto the front seats and with her other hand she pulled off her panties. Adam couldn’t take his eyes off his mother’s snatch while Jeff now had to pull over because he wasn’t gonna miss this.

Johnny jumped up in excitement to look over at his mother’s pussy.

“Johnny…I haven’t taken the pill for a couple of days. This is how much you mean to me…”

Cindy then moved her hand to her pussy and slowly pushed her fingers in side. All four of them watched as Johnny’s cum slowly moved down into her pussy. Cindy then shoved the cum as far as she could.

Johnny looked at his mother in surprise and then smiled.

Jeff suddenly noticed that he had pulled over near a gas station, and now there was a man outside the car who had seen the whole incident.

Cindy noticed too and quickly put her legs back down as he tapped on the window. Adam put the window down to see what he wanted.

“Hey er guys, I couldn’t help but notice that and I thought it was amazing. I haven’t had sex for a while, you think I could take her into the toilets for a couple of minutes? I’ll pay you and you of course, lovely lady.”

Cindy looked at the man and laughed.

“I don’t do anything like this for money. I do it because I love it.”

The man smiled and called another man over, a younger one.

“Well then do you think me and my son could have a turn? I’m willing to pay but if you don’t want to then don’t worry about it. We don’t really get much of a chance out here unless we drive into the city…so how about it?”

Cindy suddenly felt excited by the thought of fucking a country man and his son off the highway at some gas station. They didn’t look like your typical country bumpkins, the man was wearing a polo shirt and seemed decent enough and had a thick build and his son looked like he was about 18 and was just wearing a singlet and shorts and smiling.

Cindy thought about what she had just done, how she had tried to impregnate herself with Johnny. She suddenly realised it was a mistake. Now was not the time. Now was the time to fuck as many people as she possibly could.

“You know what guys? You’re on. It’s about time I did something as random as this!”

The father and son’s eyes widened with shock as they looked across at Jeff and Adam who were sitting there in shock.

“Are you sure about this mom?” Johnny asked.

“Wa-wa-wa-wa-WAIT. canlı kaçak iddaa Did you see mom dude? You guys are fucking your mom?” The son asked.

Johnny nodded. He then got out of the car and led Cindy out.

“Just make sure you guys are careful. You gotta be safe. I’ll stand right outside, any rough housing and I’ll be right in so you better watch it!”

“Hey man, we just wanna fuck. We’ll be gentle,” the son then winked at Cindy.

Cindy, Johnny, the man and the son all walked over to the gas station toilets which were outide the entrance. The man and son opened the door and led Cindy in while Johnny closed the door and waited outside.

Cindy gulped as she suddenly started to feel a little nervous. The lighting was poor, it smelled kind of off and the floors were not clean.

“Uh…we’re gonna have to fuck standing up,” Cindy stated nervously.

The two men smiled and started removing their clothes until they were in their underwear. Cindy looked over and smiled as she saw both their erections. She wanted to do this, as weird as it sounded she wanted to be fucked by two strangers who she had just met who had no place in her life, unlike Adam’s boss’s son.

Cindy thought about what she did before when she tried to impregnate herself with Johnny’s sperm. She knew these two had to be safe because she didn’t want anything like that with these two.

The son suddenly reached over and pulled Cindy’s dress over her head so that she was standing in her bra and underwear. Both men started to grin.

“You are so hot lady!” The son said as he reached down and felt Cindy’s legs. The man then walked over and kissed Cindy on the cheek a couple of times before both their lips met for the first time. Cindy pushed her tongue in his mouth, much to his enjoyment, and started to feel his body and torso. The son was on the floor kissing Cindy’s legs and feeling her thighs.

Cindy moved her hand down to the man’s crotch while he was still kissing her and felt around his underwear, slowly moving to his cock. The son started pushing his finger through Cindy’s underwear and poking at her snatch, to which Cindy started to yelp.

The man then broke off the kiss, removed his underwear and revealed his cock to Cindy. Cindy realised it was bigger than her husband’s and all of her kids, just by a little bit. Then she got curious for the son’s dick and told him to take it off. The son jumped up and removed his underwear. The son had a similar size to that of Johnny’s.

Cindy knelt down to her knees in front of the man and wrapped her hands around his erection. The son wrapped his own hands around his and started to caress himself. The man smiled as Cindy lowered her mouth onto his dick, and looked over at his son who was smiling back.

Cindy pushed her tongue to the tip and licked his urethra at first, watching as the man closed his eyes. She then moved her mouth over it entirely as the man then pushed it back to her throat. The man and Cindy both started motions; the man pushing his dick up and down and Cindy bobbing her head up and down.

“Oh God baby doll, you don’t know how much I want this!”

Cindy looked up and smiled making gulping noises as she continued to suck him off.

Cindy then reached back and felt around for the son. The son noticed this and quickly positioned his dick so that Cindy would reach for it. The son cried out as Cindy felt it and poked at his urethra and then wrapped her fingers around it.

Cindy then began moving her hand up and down the son’s dick and listened as his breathing started to increase. After a couple of minutes of this as the man’s cock was pushing down her throat, Cindy took her mouth off and quickly rotated 180 degrees. The two men followed along as the son prepared for his cock to be sucked and the man guided Cindy’s hand to his balls.

Cindy could feel the man’s lower part of his dick pulsing as she squeezed his balls. The son pushed his dick straight into Cindy’s mouth all the way to the throat and groaned as he could feel his balls touching Cindy’s lips.

Cindy started to suck on the son’s dick faster than she did with his father’s, and she gave a much faster handjob this time. She could feel her panties starting to soak up and was dying for a dick to be in her pussy.

After another minute Cindy couldn’t take it anymore and removed her mouth off the son.

“All right I can’t take it anymore! I need to be fucked!” Cindy screamed.

The men both smiled deviously and both picked Cindy up. The son sat down onto the toilet and positioned his dick vertically while the man helped guide Cindy onto his son. Cindy slowly eased herself into the son’s arms and let him kiss her on the cheek and move down to her lips. The man then guided Cindy’s crotch onto his son’s dick.

Cindy then made the final move and pushed herself straight down his dick, losing herself in the moment and quickly falling to the bottom.

Cindy screamed out as she could feel his dick pushing to a place she’s never felt before, canlı kaçak bahis further than any of the men in her family.

“Holy crap dad, she’s really wet! Oh fuck this feels amazing!”

The dad helped Cindy to move up so that she could start fucking his son and picked her up by wrapping his arms around her boobs and then letting her fall back down.

“OH FUCK!!!” Cindy shouted.

The son started to push his dick up into her and trying to move up and down while the dad kept on picking her up and letting her fall back down.

Cindy then regained herself and could feel her pussy screaming for more so she started to vibrate and move up and down on the son. The dad reached for her nipples and started to poke at and twist them which caused Cindy to start squealing.

Cindy turned around while she was fucking the son and kissed the dad on the lips and felt his tongue shoving down her throat. The son put his hands behind his head and sat there in awe as this beautiful, willing, older woman was fucking him and letting him giver her his all.

Cindy broke away from the man and went back to the son as she started kissing his nipples and moving to his neck. The son was groaning louder and Cindy’s squeals started to come back as she felt the man pushing Cindy upwards and positioning his dick into her back.

Cindy screamed as she felt the man being to penetrate her from behind as she felt her ass slowly being torn apart by the man as he pushed his way in.

The man then started to fuck Cindy hard and fast in the ass and told his son to pick up the pace, to which the son started pushing himself up and down Cindy’s pussy even faster.

Cindy looked up to the ceiling and closed her eyes and screamed out. She could feel herself close to cumming and tried to cover her mouth because she knew this would be the biggest orgasm she’s ever felt in her life.

The two men continued fucking her hard and fast as Cindy felt herself starting to leak right onto the son.

“HOLY SHIT SHE’S CUMMING! HOLY MOTHER-FUCKEN SHIT!!”

The dad looked over at his son who was watching in shock as Cindy’s juice was starting to drown his balls and move down onto the floor. The man reached over and felt the juice and licked it. Cindy was still looking to the ceiling and had completely blacked out, having stopped screaming and just shouting with no sound.

The son then told his dad he felt close as he hopped up and picked up the pace, drilling the the woman in front of him as fast as he could.

The dad then watched his son as he shut his eyes and screamed out, knowing that balls and balls of his cum were shooting right up into his condom. All Cindy could feel was the best orgasm she had ever felt.

Cindy then came back to reality and could feel the son’s dick being taken out of her. She could feel the man picking her up and turning her around. The man then picked her up and moved her to the wall behind the toilet where he threw her up on his shoulders and quickly positioned his cock into her vagina.

Cindy started to feel numb as the man began fucking her standing up and could feel his long and especially thick instrument pushing her up and down on his body. The man could feel his dick pulsing as he finally got to fuck the hot slut he just met. He could feel Cindy’s breasts rubbing against his chest to his shoulders every time he pushed in, and her nipples were harder than ever.

Cindy could feel her pussy throbbing and started screaming out for the man to go harder. The man didn’t need to be told twice as he pushed her against the wall and manoeuvred his dick so that he was fucking her harder. The man could feel his muscles tightening as he carried her.

Cindy suddenly felt the son feeling at her tits as his father slammed his dick as hard and as fast as he could into her snatch.

The man then groaned as loud as ever as he felt himself close to cumming. Cindy watched the man’s eyes roll back into his head as he screamed out and deposited his cum into the condom as high as he could. Cindy could feel the man shaking and felt his heavy breathing.

The man then lifted Cindy off of his dick and placed her on the ground as he sat down and rubbed his softening dick. The son looked over at his father and smiled and then slapped Cindy on the ass.

“Thanks for that lady. As you can tell we both haven’t done it in a while, not since mom died anyway.”

Cindy looked over in shock and realised that these two had been doing similar things to what she was doing, except with her, her husband wasn’t involved. Cindy looked puzzled.

“How did she die?” Cindy asked.

The man looked over at Cindy and then looked down.

“Cancer. Fucking cancer. That woman was the best part of both our lives and now she’s gone. I can’t ever thank her for what she did for me, for what she did for our son.”

Cindy smiled and looked over at the son who smiled back.

“I can’t thank you enough either. Thanks for letting us fuck you, it seems like you’re on a journey, just like her.”

Cindy then kissed the man on the lips and turned around and kissed the son on the lips too. She picked up her underwear and bra and put them back on, and watched as the men left the toilet to put their clothes back on.

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This short story is an abridged depiction of an experience that still leaves me baffled. My wife and I bought a home from an eighty-something widower four years ago. Victor seemed nice enough in spite of the fact that he was selling the home he and his wife had built in the mid-fifties. All was going well with the inspection and closing until a discrepancy in tax records led us to discover the house was actually smaller than the listing. This effected the amount the lender had agreed to. It was now worth a little less and we needed to renegotiate. The seller was more than eager to be done with the process of selling and was cornered into lowering the price. He dropped it by $5000. Then some other contingencies were presented which put him in an awkward position of compromising once again. In the end, he lost nearly $10000 from the asking price and let our agent know he wasn’t happy. The agent was somewhat unscrupulous as it turned out and we felt bad. We never had the opportunity to apologize one on one. We moved in to his home as he settled into his retirement community.

The following spring weather afforded me the chance to tidy up the garage and add some shelves to the unfinished space. I noticed several two by fours lying across the rafters and pulled the ladder out to investigate. There was some sort of wooden lawn chair up there with torn canvas weave. I reached across and pulled down a dusty box that looked as though it housed a microwave oven or a small fridge. I carefully pulled the box to the edge and began to step down the ladder. Dust began to fall along with some mouse droppings as I held my breath. The box was not empty and I had to grab a box knife in order to remove the duct tape.

I realized after cutting through two or more layers of tape this box was not meant to be opened by a casual interest. My curiosity was given more than I could have imagined. The contents were archaic but clearly identifiable: old bondage and discipline gear. This vintage equipment included lots of hand-sewn leather, whips, cuffs and slightly corroded chrome shackles. That was just the start as I came across more snapped undergarments meant for hasty removal. The leather-bound baton was the topper. There were nicks in the finish that showed some hard miles. To whom did these things belong? I could only guess it was the old man since no one else ever lived in the house. Maybe it was stored there by a niece or nephew without his knowing. I was very curious but decided to keep my discovery under wraps. I was tempted to tell my wife but I thought she might throw it all away. I was way too fascinated with this time capsule and paid a visit to the garage for illegal bahis the next three days. I tried the leather mask on. Next came the leather corset and the hardened rubber briefs that split before they were halfway up. I was completely aroused and could not help but masturbate there in the garage with the door closed and the light off.

I wanted some sort of explanation and decided to call Victor.

–

“Hello, Victor?” I asked.

“Who is this?” He said in a gruff manner.

“This is Carl – the guy that bought your house last winter.”

There was momentary silence.

“Well, what do you want?” he asked.

“I…I found a box and some lawn furniture in the garage you might want.”

“Oh, you can keep that stuff. I’ve got no space for that now.”

I knew the box did not register with him so I pressed the issue.

“Well, sir, there’s a box of yours that’s in the rafters. Shall I open it first before you decide…”

“That would be fine,” he interrupted.

I had to make noise as though I was moving the box for the first time. I was not prepared to itemize each object in the box so I took my time.

“There’s a lot of duct tape on this, sir. I need a knife.”

There was no response.

I waited a few seconds for some sort of comment.

“Sir?”

“Leave the box. I’ll come and get that stuff,” he barked.

At that moment he realized the contents and decided to act.

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll be here all day.”

He hung up with no goodbye or time frame.

–

I was sort of nervous with the idea of seeing him face to face after such a nasty ordeal. It was clear in his voice that there were hard feelings after all and I prepared myself with an apology.

After taping up the box, I went inside to mix a drink to take the edge off. I had three drinks before his Lincoln pulled up my driveway. My heart pounded in spite of the alcohol’s effect.

I opened the door and greeted him.

His response was somber and he stared straight at the garage.

I dropped the niceties and opened it up.

Victor’s eyes honed in on the box and without hesitation commented on the new tape.

“You opened it,” he announced. “I can see by the shiny tape.”

“Yes. Yes, I did sir. I’m sorry about that, sir.”

He pulled out a pocketknife and proceeded to open the box. I didn’t know what to say but remained at his side with arms crossed.

The box was now open and he began to remove the items. An unlikely smile appeared from beneath his scowl. I was relieved. He didn’t seem embarrassed in the least.

“Hey, this would fit you. Try it on,” He said as illegal bahis siteleri he handed me a small leather vest.

I examined the garment for a moment before he asked me again.

I tried to put it on but he reminded me it was to be worn directly against the skin.

I reluctantly removed my shirt and donned the musty item.

“Looks good,” he said.

I feared he would find the leather grommet jock strap that was near the bottom of the box. He must have been looking for it in particular because he spent little time examining the stuff that was on top.

He handed it to me.

“Go on!”

I looked at the skimpy black strap and back at him.

“Try it on, kid!”

I dropped my pants and turned away from him in an attempt to shield both my genitals and buttocks. The spring air wafted through the garage and cooled my testicles as I pulled off my briefs. Victor was sifting through the box as I slipped the strap up my thighs and around my hips. The coolness of the leather and steel grommets gave me a shock and I tried to stifle any feelings I had for the moment.

I was standing there in a tight leather vest and jockstrap when it occurred to me I should shut the garage door. The light from the window changed the ambiance as dust particles settled around us.

Victor had been looking in the box but when I turned to ask him a question his eyes were fixed on my package.

“You look good.”

I gave him a nervous smile and began to reach for my pants.

“Wait. Here’s something to complete the ensemble.”

My heart pounded as he raised a heavy looking set of cuffs toward me. The thing looked slightly medieval in its bulk and sound.

There were four cuffs connected by a couple heavy links.

“Wow. Those are sturdy. Did those belong to Houdini?”

I tried to make light of the situation but he pressed the issue.

“Give me your wrists,” he said in a harmless tone.

“Do you have the key?”

Victor produced the old-fashioned key and turned it around for my satisfaction.

I had no idea what I was doing but my attempt to placate him had put me in a compromising position. I offered him my ankle and then the other as he clicked the cold chrome in place.

I stood with my hands covering my crotch as he raised his hand without looking.

“Give me your wrist!”

“Sir, are you sure?”

“WRISTS!”

I hastily bent forward as his weathered hand forced my arm in place.

Soon both wrists were locked to my ankles with very little give. My calves prevented the cuffs from sliding any farther.

Victor stood up and began to circle me canlı bahis siteleri admiringly.

I hadn’t envisioned this elderly man being a threat until that moment.

“Sir, I meant to apologize for everything that happened during the purchase of your home,” I said in desperation.

“Shut up, you little fucker!” he seethed.

I was stunned to hear his tone go from negative to downright nasty.

“Really, sir…our agent really pushed us into…”

*SMACK*!!

The baton hit my buttocks with a vengeance.

He walloped me four more times before I fell forward. I scrambled across the cold floor and into the corner as he reached for my foot and pulled me back into the light.

He stood over the top of me and beat my legs some more. I wanted to cry out but had this fear of anyone seeing me like that.

I was sobbing as he stopped to grab a sawhorse. He flipped me onto my back and dragged my feet over the horse. I shrieked as he proceeded to beat the bottoms of my feet with no abandon. Mercifully, the baton broke in half and tore through the leather sheath. Through my tears I could see the length of his cock grow down the leg of his slacks. He was getting a major charge out of my agony.

Victor stopped momentarily to unfasten his belt. His slacks dropped to the floor right away thus revealing crisp boxer shorts. He scrambled to turn me on my side as if he knew his erection was short lived. He tried to lie down behind me but was haunted by his lack of flexibility. In frustration, he pulled the sawhorse through my cuffed arms and pulled me up and over the wooden structure. There was nothing I could do but struggle and shout but he stuffed a garden glove in my mouth and silenced me.

His rock hard cock wasted no time in penetrating me. There was no lubrication and no apologies. The pain was intense but I forced myself to relax and submit to my violation. In less than a minute Victor had climaxed and withdrew his semi-erect cock. I looked back to see a slight panic on his face as he looked around the garage. He pulled his pants up and grabbed his box. The light of the garage door opening filled the room before it closed again as I sat in pain and silence. A moment later the door opened and a key slid across the floor.

For some reason I waited for his car to drive away before I decided to move. I unfastened the cuffs and tossed them above the rafters. I carried my clothes against my body as I made a run toward the house then looked out the window to make sure no one had seen me. I was startled by my own reflection as I headed toward the bathroom. The full-length mirror revealed an inviting specimen. I could see the old man’s attraction as my cock grew within the leather pouch. A strange feeling swept over me as I gripped my cock and savored the bruises that covered my battered body. Finally, it was my turn. Some boxes are best kept closed.

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