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All people in this story are over 18. This is pure fantasy

Alisha started walking through the halls of her school. The school day was over, and it was the start of Christmas break. She was so happy she was going to spend her entire break with Mike. Mike had called her during 4th period, and told her he would pick her up around 5:45. Alisha decided just to stay at the school, and finish her art project before Mike got there.

When Alisha got in the art room she saw Olivia. Olivia and Alisha were good friends, but they were also reviles in the art show that there school had every year.

“Hey Liv. What ya doin?” ask Lish.

“Just working on this art project that will blow yours out of the water.” Liv laughed.

“Oh is that so?” Lish ask?

“Yeah that’s so,” Liv said.

Rachel pulled her art project out of her cubby, and started to work on it. Alisha sat across the room from Olivia. They both would look up from there projects, and gave each other a look. It was 4:30, and Lish had finished her project. She looked over, and Liv was done with hers also.

“So same bet as the canlı bahis şirketleri past 3 years?” Lish ask.

“Oh yeah. You win I eat you. I win you eat me.” Liv responded.

“Looks like you are going to be eating some white pussy this year baby,” Lish said.

“Oh I think you are mistaking. You are going to be eating some black pussy for the second year in a row.” Liv said back.

They both looked at each other. Lish looked at Liv’s beautiful body. With her curves, her 34dd tits, and her nice round bubble butt. Liv looked back at Lish. She looked at her beautiful curves just right in every spot, her find ass that was just big enough, and her 32d tits.

“Hmmm. How about I get a taste of that white pussy right now.” Liv said.

“As long as I get a taste of your black pussy.” Lish replied.

Liv walked over to Lish and started kissing her, and putting her hands all over her body. Lish started to unbutton Liv’s shirt. Liv let it fall to the floor. She didn’t have a bra on so her huge tits were right there and her ripe nipples where ready to be licked. Liv and Lish started ripping each canlı kaçak iddaa others clothes off. Until they were totally naked. Live then pushed Lish back onto a table, and started kissing and licking her tits. Lish just laid back and enjoyed the pleasure she was feeling.

Liv worked her way down Lish’s body until she was at her pussy. She started licking her clit. Liv slipped a few fingers into Lish’s cunt. She continued to finger fuck Alisha while licking, and biting at her clit. Liv keep this up, but the switched. She removed her fingers from Alisha’s cunt and replaced them with her tongue. She then started playing with Lish’s clit with her right hand, and reached up and pinched Lish’s nipples with her left.

Alisha was soon Cumming after Liv started this. After she had cum. Lish pushed Liv on top of the table behind them. Lish didn’t waste any time. She started plunging her tongue in and out of Liv’s cunt while playing with her clit.

“Oh that’s a good little white slut.” Liv said.

Lish didn’t stop. She just keep going at Liv’s cunt. Within 5 minutes she had Liv screaming, and Cumming canlı kaçak bahis all over her face. Lish moved up Liv’s body kissing and licking as she went. When she got to her face Lish licked all her pussy juices off of Liv’s face, and Liv did the same.

They were done. The bet was set, and it was now 5:30. Mike would be there in 15 minutes. Lish and Liv went to the bathroom and washed up a bit then got dressed. By the time they were done it was 5:45. They both started to walk out the backdoor of the school. Liv took Lish by the arm swung her around, pushed her up against the wall, and started kissing her.

“Just thought I’d leave you wanting more.” Liv said as she walked out the door.

Alisha walked out, and up pulled Mike. She jumped in the car with a smile on her face. She leaned over and kissed Mike. Mike could taste Olivia’s pussy from Lish’s tongue.

“So you two make the same bet again?” Mike ask.

“We sure did.” Lish replied.

“I take it you got an early start.” Mike said.

“Well you do the math: one hot horny black girl + one hot horny white girl = two wet pussy’s that need taking care of.” Lish said. “That girl sure can eat pussy.”

“I bet she could suck a mean cock too.” Mike said.

“Hmmm. You be a good boy to Mommy, and maybe I’ll let my lil Daddy find out.” Lish replied as they drove off.

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Kelley rode his bike down the street of the sleepy University town and whipped around the corner as he sped home from class. It had been an early day which meant that he was going to be home before anyone else for the only day this week! Excited by the prospect of having the house to himself Kelley sped through the quaint downtown and rode up the little hill that led to the homes that lay a little further than the campus housing. Having family in the area did have its perks, and free lodging meant that he was able to at least save some money while paying for University himself. Plus, it wasn’t like his Aunt Cathy and Uncle Don were ever really home that often. Aunt Cathy was a Professor at the University but was spending the year on sabbatical writing up her research. Uncle Don was a high-ranking executive at a manufacturing company that had plants across the country.

Kelley pulled up to the large home and admired the design. The front of the house was nearly one massive window with clear views into the living room and even the bedroom, from the right angle. Yet the location on the lot, as a whole, provided plenty of privacy if one needed it. Kelley slipped off his bike and opened the garage placing his bicycle on the rack, out of the way, before taking off his shoes and entering the laundry room. No one was home as he stripped out of his sweaty shirt and jeans. Placing them into the washer with the load of laundry that he had been planning to do. Kelley strode into the kitchen naked and took out some coffee and a piece of fruit. He put some water on the stove to boil and took a bite out of the apple, its juices running down his hand. He just loved the freedom when his Aunt and Uncle were out of town. He paused in front of the full-length mirror, in the front hallway, and admired his slim form. His hair was curly and medium length, his chest was furry but he did his best to maintain it from getting out of control. The rest of his body was relatively clean-with little to no excessive hair. The hair that came in on his legs was thin and blonde enough that he hardly ever noticed it.

Sighing, Kelley took a glance at his phone as the water came to a boil. He poured the hot water over the coffee grounds and let the coffee brew itself while he finished eating the apple. Being Monday today was the day for cleaning the house and making sure that everything was in its right place. This was part of the deal that he had worked out with Aunt Cathy. She had been hesitant to let him live with her and her husband but had come to accept the arrangement-given that Kelley took on certain responsibilities while they were away. Kelley knew that today would be a day to vacuum the living room, dust the photos and make certain that the fridge was properly stocked and the pool cleaned. His responsibilities extended as far as the hallways though. As Aunt Cathy always locked her bedroom door when she went away for any period of time and would call periodically to check-in.

Kelley poured himself a cup of coffee and moved up-stairs to his bedroom. He started the shower and let it warm for a little while he peed. The shower was a quick one and Kelley stepped out and put on his boxers and nothing else.

He decided to start with the pictures on the wall-his Aunt was very insistent that he keep them all clean and it was quite obvious why. The pictures in the frame were a little more risqué than what Kelley thought he would find but he knew better than to ask where they came from. They were elegant and clearly done by a professional. A number of the images were evocative and caused Kelley’s mind to wander and for him to fantasize about his Aunt, in spite of his reservations. The women in the frames were never identifiable, yet they caused his imagination to go wild.

Kelley finished dusting and went about the remainder of the activities that he needed to do. He had so far found that the house was generally open, outside of his Aunt’s bedroom. Being that his Aunt was never home, the room tended to remain locked and Kelley had gotten used to being unable to perform any of his cleaning responsibilities in her personal space. He had accepted it without question and had always done everything he could to maintain cleanliness throughout the rest of the house. However, today, while vacuuming the upstairs landing Kelley bumped against the doors and made sure to get every corner clean. He noticed that for once his Aunt’s door appeared to be unlocked. He hesitantly pressed the door handle down and stepped into the one room he had been unable to visit in the last six months.

The room that Kelley entered was spacious. Much more spacious than the guest bedroom that he was occupying down the hall. The four-poster bed was draped in purple curtain canopy that was tied perfectly at each corner so that the curtain rose and fell in a very simple design but made the furniture appear as if it were from a movie set. Kelley knew that he wasn’t supposed to be in this canlı bahis şirketleri room but was unable to stop his curiosity. The window opened up to a nice little porch that he knew his Aunt and Uncle enjoyed, on some nights, when it was nice out. Kelley stepped into the bathroom which was much larger than any of the other bathrooms in the house. A hot tub stood in the corner and there was porcelain sink and counter tops. The walls were lined with floor length mirrors and the big window allowed for plenty of natural light. The design was impeccable and he was certain that his Aunt had the vision for this room-it just seemed to speak to a feminine touch.

Kelley pulled down his briefs and sat down on the toilet to pee. The cold of the toilet seat felt good against his skin and he sat back thinking, relaxing. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that there was a purple thong, lying on the floor next to the tub, that matched the color of canopy in the bedroom. It appeared to be out of place-everything in this room, in this house, seemed to have its place. Kelley finished peeing and went to where the panties lay on the floor. He picked them up and held them in front of himself. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he tried to imagine his Aunt wearing such sexy underwear. The more he thought about it the more certain he was that she could pull it off. She wasn’t exactly skinny but she was a woman in her mid-50s who took good care of herself and had curves that must have brought her a lot of attention when she went out with her Husband. And it wasn’t like she dressed like a boring middle-aged woman. She was always wearing skinny jeans and leather jackets with tight shirts. Or when she was home with little to do she was in tight stretched yoga pants. When she went out with his Uncle she often wore short skirts. He knew the woman was trendy for her age, but he still could not picture such skimpy underwear existing beneath her clothing.

Unable to stop himself Kelley lifted the panties to his nose, inhaling his Aunt’s scent as he felt his cock begin to twitch.

**

Cathy sat out by the pool, waiting for her husband to return with their drinks, when she received a notification on her phone and smiled to herself. She opened up her home surveillance app and saw that indeed her plan was starting to unfold. For months, while he was at University, her nephew had been staying with her and her husband. She hadn’t had the nerve to say no to him, nor her sister when she come calling. Now, she had finally decided to embrace the opportunity and take full advantage of the gift that she had been given.

She kept her eyes on the phone as Kelley moved through the room and into the bathroom. Cathy knew exactly where she had left her panties but wasn’t quite certain what was going to happen. She had a theory, but that was all for now. Her husband, Don, returned with their drinks and looked over her shoulder.

“Catching something good on that screen?” He chucked and took a sip of his own drink.

“You know, I’ve been watching all of these men checking you out honey. Have you seen anything that you like?” Cathy hardly looked up from her phone. “Well, I think I’m finding something that I enjoy right now.”

Cathy’s eyes widened as she watched the video on her screen as Kelley lifted her panties to his face and appeared to take a deep smell. Maybe a taste? Her hand moved down between her legs and she sensed Don leaning over from his seat to catch a glimpse. She heard him chuckle.

“Is that who I think it is?”

Cathy bit her lip and turned to face him. “See, I told you those secret cameras were going to be a good investment. Now, why don’t you go see if you can find someone that likes the idea of watching you lick up his orgasm tonight and we’ll have ourselves a little party before we head home tomorrow.”

Cathy turned her attention back to the video just as Kelley stood in front of the mirrors. He must have put the panties on as he was twirling admiring himself in the mirror. She could just make out the shape of what appeared to be a thick cock protruding out of her panties. Cathy’s fingers absentmindedly moved back to her pussy and she felt certain that she was going to orgasm before the party even got started as she sat there thinking about her nephew trying on her panties.

Cathy spread her legs and imagined Kelley swaying his hips, standing in front of her. His hard cock stretching out her panties. She was being naughty for recording her nephew, but he had entered her room without her permission, in her book, they were even. Sighing she squeezed her legs together knowing that her excitement, while thrilling, was even more risqué than what she was used to. Don had messaged her ten minutes ago telling her where to find him in the bar and she knew that he would be waiting eagerly for her arrival. She squeezed her legs together again knowing that her panties were slightly damp and stood up. canlı kaçak iddaa She admired herself in the mirror before heading downstairs to the bar. She had picked out a pink dress that came up to her mid-thigh and had a plunging neckline, knowing that it would make Don excited.

She saw Don sitting at the far end of the bar. He was chatting with the black man seated next to him and they were very concentrated on the basketball game that was on the television. Cathy slid her arm in with Don’s and nodded politely at the man who sat next to him. She kissed Don’s cheek.

“Hi honey, how’s the game going? I hope you haven’t had too many drinks before I got down here…”

She laughed and winked at the man and sat down between the two of them. She motioned to the bartender and ordered a vodka sprite for herself. She looked up at the television and knew that she was going to have to work to distract the two men.

“So, who’s playing tonight? I heard it was a pretty big game and that the winner was going to be getting a trophy tonight.” She said smoothly.

Don glanced away from the television and met his wife’s eye. He nodded and went back to watching the game. “Well, if the Celtics win we’ll have a new champ but if not, there will be another game tomorrow. You know how these things go, honey.”

Cathy’s hands ran down over her husband’s thigh and she felt his cock starting to stiffen the more that she rubbed his thigh. He was not small by any imagination of the word but his cock was not as big as she often desired and he knew it. Don’s smirked and looked over to the man next the them.

“Honey, this is Tucker. Tucker, this is my wife Cathy.”

Don turned back to the television and Cathy turned her attention to Tucker.

“Good evening, Tucker.” She held her hand out to shake his hand and as he took her hand she leaned forward her opposite hand pressing against the man’s chest.

She pulled away turning back to the bar and taking a pull from her drink.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, “this is just what I needed.” Cathy sat back in her chair and let her hand dangle close to Tucker’s lap.

He did not seem to mind the proximity of her hand and she bit her lip as she squeezed Don’s thigh, digging her fingers into his skin. Mmm, Don did well tonight – she thought to herself as she “accidentally” knocked her napkin to the floor. Her hand moved to Tucker’s thigh as she dropped to her knees to pick-up the napkin. From this position she looked up and made direct eye contact with the man that had been chosen for the evening. Tucker had clearly been following her movement and he tried to look away, to the television, as Cathy caught him looking down the front of her dress.

Standing back up Cathy returned to her seat between the two men. She took a deep pull from her drink and waved to the bartender for another. Her hand now openly fondled her husband as she reached over to Tucker. She caught his eye and winked at him as she could clearly see his cock pressed against his thigh and was more than evident underneath his jeans. She squeezed his thigh and her fingers deftly rubbed against his thickening member. Both men continued to watch the television though Cathy could tell that Don was getting close to reaching his own orgasm from the thrill of it all. When the bartender returned with another drink for her she put a nice tip on the table.

“Sir, can you tell me where the toilets are. This old lady must relieve herself before she starts in on this second drink!” She squeezed both of the men’s thighs as she said this and felt her husband’s opposite thigh squeeze back against her.

Cathy leaned into Don, pressing her lips to his neck, as her fingers squeezed the head of his cock, signaling to him that he now had permission to cum in his pants. She kissed his cheek when she felt his cum leaking from his cock. She knew that it would soon be dripping down the back of his thigh and she sat back contendly before standing up to follow the bartender’s directions.

Don looked over to Tucker and shrugged his shoulders, embarrasedly.

“Well, I think that was your invitation to join her in the bathroom. I’ll hold down our spots here at the bar and make sure that you two aren’t disturbed…” Don waved the bartender for another drink and looked down at his pants knowing that the cum-stain was definitely going to be noticeable when he stood up. He watched Tucker walk back to the bathrooms and turned to the bartender. “How about a couple of shots, too?”

Cathy didn’t waste any time. As soon as she was in the restroom she dropped to her knees and waited for Tucker. Cathy expected her husband to be encouraging Tucker to come back to the bathroom and would then wait for Tucker to return to the bar once she was done with him. This was risky but if another woman decided to come in that would only be a part of the thrill. Tucker didn’t wait very long to follow Cathy into the bathroom and canlı kaçak bahis was greeted with her on her knees, her dress pulled down and her breasts exposed. She wasted very little time, reaching up to Tucker’s waistline unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She leaned into his firm body, her lips wrapping around his balls as she tasted him with her tongue.

“Mmm, honey. My husband did such a good job tonight.” She kissed Tucker’s balls and playfully licked up his shaft, making direct eye contact with the man that stood above her. She moaned softly as her lips wrapped around the mushroom head of his cock, which pulsated in response to the sensation. She loved how the veins that popped out, clearly throbbing and begging for her attention. She let out a deep guttarl sound from the back of her throat as she took him down her throat.

Tucker couldn’t believe where he found himself-in a public restroom with a married white woman. He let out a moan and started to thrust his hips forward-his cock bulging down Cathy’s throat. She nearly started to choke as he went deeper and deeper down her throat but she managed to take it all, her drool dripping down her chin as she tried to keep up with Tucker’s pace. After what felt like an hour – but had only been 20 minutes – there was a soft knock on the door and Don entered. He eyed Tucker-his cock buried deep down his wife’s throat and grinned.

“Fuck, isn’t she amazing?” Don chuckled to himself and nodded to his wife, letting her know that the bartender was starting to ask questions.

Tucker only managed to nod. His head was swimming with the sensation of Cathy’s attention and the fact that he stood in the woman’s bathroom while another man watched his wife suck Tucker’s thick cock. Tucker grunted and his hand roughly grabbed Cathy’s hair as he forced her to take his cock deeper. The thought of speaking to either of them hardly crossed his mind as he let his body do the talking.

Cathy reached up to Tucker, her hands on the back of his ass. Her fingers nails digging into his skin as she encouraged him to cum, with a long deep moan. She slipped a finger between his ass cheeks and felt him clench and then he was groaning shooting his cum down her throat. Cathy looked up at Tucker from her knees and opened her mouth showing him his cum on her tongue and in her mouth. Some dripped down her face. She swallowed his seed and motioned to her husband to come over. Don helped his wife up and lowered his lips to her, kissing her deep, tasting Tucker’s cum.

“Mmm, you are so sexy honey.” Don turned to Tucker. “If you want us to we can reach out to you the next time we’re around this area. Just let me know; I know Cathy here enjoyed having you around.” Don held out his hand while Tucker stood there, his pants around his ankles. “Don’t worry about the bar tab, I’ve got an extra drink for you at the bar and we’ll take care of the tab before we leave for the night.”

***

Kelley couldn’t help but slip on his Aunt’s panties. Naive to the fact that Cathy had set up cameras in her bedroom, and must have purposefully left the door unlocked, before she and Don left that morning. Kelley spun in front of the mirror. He had to admit to himself that his ass looked really good in panties. He marveled at how the material felt wrapped around his thick cock as it was clearly straining against the material. The panties were a lot sexier than what Kelley had ever thought his Aunt would wear. He snapped a selfie in the mirror and shook his ass playfully. Fuck. Kelley knew what he was doing was inappropriate but he couldn’t stop himself. He felt incredibly excited and turned on to be wearing his Aunt’s panties. He bent forward in front of the mirror, playfully smacking his ass and looking over his shoulder to see the red print from where the blow had landed. He grinned and reached down, squeezing his balls, stretching them until they turned a bright shade of red. He let out a moan and sighed.

Kelley knew that it was time to call it quits as it was time to switch his laundry over and finish cleaning the home. He slipped out of the panties and walked over to where he had found them, to put them back where they had been tucked away in the corner. He placed them there and turned around walking back out of the bathroom into the bedroom. He didn’t bother putting clothes back on and when his Aunt decided to watch the video she would clearly be able to see his thick cock bouncing around with each step.

The laundry had just finished the last cycle and he took it out to hang dry in the washroom before deciding to settle in for the night. Kelley loved Cathy & Don’s back-patio. It was private enough that he was able to spend time out there naked. If he hadn’t been a guest in their house he probably would always spend time naked but with having the house to himself was certainly a perk. Kelley lit up the grill and sat back letting the burgers he had brought out cook. His fingers absentmindedly played with his balls and he let out a soft groan as his fingers wrapped around them. It had been months since he’d been with a woman – and it was not willingly. He’d just had little luck and had decided to take a break and just keep his head down and work.

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Chapter 2: Gang Bang

“Get on your fucking knees pig,” the powerful Dom demanded.

I was naked in Master Steven’s basement dungeon. My wife Julie was fully dressed and sitting in a chair in the corner of the room watching me submit to a man. I was not gay, but I have always been very submissive and I had recently accepted my bisexuality.

My eyes flashed at Julie and she smiled as I slowly sank to my knees in front of his bronze muscular body and awaited his next command. His hard 7″ cock jutted out from his taught firm body and pointed toward my face.

I kept my head bowed in submission but my eyes were fixed intently on his hard circumcised dick. Copious amounts of precum drooled from the thick bulbous head and I wondered how his cum would taste. I had only tasted cum from two sources at that point in my life but that was about to change in a big way. The first source was my own cum, which I regularly licked and swallowed from my sexy wife’s body. The second source was a guy that Julie had brought home to fulfill our mutual fantasy of a bi MMF threesome. The threesome was incredible and it led Julie to arrange the session with the Master Steven.

“Open wide pig, it’s time for your first cock of the day,” he said firmly as he moved forward. The spongy purple head of his impressive thick cock slipped into my mouth. His precum was surprisingly sweet with a slight cinnamon taste and it combined with his fresh musky scent to make my mouth water.

I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of sucking his long thick cock as my beautiful wife watched. My head bobbed over his turgid rod as his precum tickled my taste buds. Saliva spilled from the corners of my mouth and covered his shaft. I wrapped my right hand around his shaft and I rhythmically pumped his cock as I sucked and slurped on his thick bulbous head. I sucked hard on his cock as my hand furiously pumped his shaft and my other hand caressed his body.

I knew he was close when he grabbed my head in his hands and forced the entire 7″ of hard throbbing flesh down my throat. He pumped his rod down my throat hard four or five times. His big shaved balls slapped against my chin and tears streamed down my cheeks as I gagged on his big cock. He buried his cock down my throat as it started to spit.

I felt wanton and alive as I swallowed his delicious thick cream. His load was enormous and it spilled from my mouth and ran down my chin like a scene from a porno.

“You’re a good cock sucked for a newbie,” the Dom said as he pushed me off his sensitive cock.

“Thank you sir,” I beamed as I glanced around the room. Three athletic men peeled their clothes off to my left as another well built man and a tall pretty woman did the same on my right.

“Pick your sorry ass off the floor pig and go lay down on your back on the cot,” the Dom ordered as he gestured to a small bed in the center of the room.

I stood quietly and glanced at my beautiful wife as I walked slowly to the cot. My hard cock swayed from side to side with each step. I lay down on my back and waited for the next command from my new master.

The four men circled the bed with their hard dicks in their hands. The cot was high enough that their cocks were inches from my body. I looked at their tight muscular bodies as my wife moved behind a tripod. She pressed record and a camcorder began to save my humiliation to a disk.

I quickly forgot about the video recorder and traced my hands up the thighs of two men by my waist as the man by my head rubbed his hard 6″ dick above my face. He squeezed the shaft of his illegal bahis cock and milked precum until it drooled from his cock head to my face and mouth. His clear slick precum was slightly sweet yet salty as it dripped onto my tongue.

The man at the foot of the bed pulled me toward him until my ass was at the foot of the bed. The other three guys shifted down so my hands could still touch their hard cocks and the guy with the drooling six inch dick rubbed his meat across my waiting lips.

I was the center of attention but my satisfaction was not what mattered. I was a vehicle for them to climax. I was a fuck toy, a cum receptacle and I loved it.

The guy at the foot of the bed lifted my legs and placed them against his chest. I knew what was coming and I was ready. Julie had fucked my ass with her strap on before but this was different. This was a warm hard throbbing cock and I wanted it inside me.

He rubbed the slick lubricated against my puckered asshole and I moaned like a wanton slut.

“You love that cock against your asshole don’t you Pig?” the Dom chided.

“Yes master,” I panted like a whore.

“You want it inside you don’t you Pig?”

“Yes master, I want it bad,” I groaned as the guy continued to tease me by rubbing the slick head of his cock against my waiting asshole.

“Beg for it bitch,” the Dom said sternly.

“Please sir,” I panted. “Please fuck my asshole. I need your big hard cock inside me. I need you to fuck me hard and use me like a slut. I need you to cum inside me. Please, please, I am begging you to fuck me and make me your bitch.” I was hot and hard. All that mattered at that moment was getting his warm cock inside me. My cock twitched as he continued to tease my sensitive asshole.

“Fuck him hard,” the Dom commanded.

I groaned with the incredible combination of pleasure and pain as 6 inches of warm hard cock filled my asshole.

He buried his cock in my ass and then relentlessly fucked me as I grabbed the cocks of the men beside the cot. The guy beside my face rubbed the precum coated head of his cock across my lips and I instinctively parted my lips. His dick entered my mouth and I moaned as his precum tickled my taste buds.

Julie continued to tape the gangbang as I lay on my back in the well lit dungeon of my new master with a cock in my ass, one in each hand and another in my mouth. It was a depraved deviant scene and I loved it.

Three of the cocks were similar cut six inchers but the one in my right hand was something special. It was a full eight inches long and proportionately thick. I couldn’t wait to feel it in my mouth and I shuddered at the thought of taking it in my ass.

I moaned around six inches of hot throbbing cock as another beautiful dick relentlessly fucked my ass.

They fucked my mouth and ass until I thought I would explode. My jaw ached and my ass was numb. I knew they were both close as they fucked my ass and mouth in perfect syncopation.

The guy fucking my ass groaned loudly as he sank his dick deep inside me and came inside my ass. I could feel his cock spasm and I moaned as he filled me with his seed. His partner soon followed suit and spilled his delicious cream into my mouth. I let it fill my mouth and savored the taste of his man juice. I swished it around my mouth and then gulped his seed like a common whore.

“Master may I please suck this big beautiful cock,” I asked as I pointed to the big eight inch monster in my right hand.

“Yes you may slave,” he answered.

I rolled onto my stomach and slid up so my head hung off the end illegal bahis siteleri of the cot. My stiff cock rubbed against the soft sheets.

The guy with the big beautiful dick moved in front of my face and I looked at the prettiest cock I had ever seen in my life. It was long and thick with a gorgeous spongy head. Thick veins ran down the iron shaft begging me to wrap my lips around it. A huge dollop of prcum oozed from the tip. I held it in my hands and rubbed it over my lips and face tasting its essence before I parted my lips wide and started to suck it lovingly. I stroked its magnificent shaft with my hands and reveled in the eroticism of sucking his incredible cock.

The remaining guy climbed on top of my back and pushed his greased up cock into my well fucked asshole. For the second time I was filled with cock and I loved it. I was fucked hard as I sucked a beautiful eight inch dick.

The cock in my ass rhythmically stroked my prostate each time he thrust his talented cock into me.

My head bobbed over eight delicious inches of hard throbbing meat as my ass was artfully fucked from behind. Saliva spilled from my mouth and ran down the granite shaft as I stroked and sucked on the perfect cock. I was a submissive cock loving whore and I knew my life would never be the same.

The man fucking my ass grabbed my hips and thrust hard into my molten core several times before burying his shaft deep inside me and depositing a tremendous load of man juice in my ass. He stayed on top of me with his cock still inside me and the weight of his chiseled warm body on top of me was oddly comforting. I concentrated on fellating the beautiful eight inch cock. I luxuriated in the feel of his spongy head in my mouth. The thick veins slid along my lips and tickled my tongue. The flavor of his precum was divine and my mouth watered in anticipation of a mouthful of his cream.

My hands ran over his tight athletic body as I forced his incredible dick down my throat. My cock throbbed as I massaged his rippled abs. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his thick muscular thighs and squeezed his firm ass. I squeezed my arms tight, drawing him closer and I could smell his fresh clean musky scent. I deep throated his cock over and over as I massaged his balls and tickled his taint as he got closer and closer to climax.

His breathing became erratic and I knew my reward was not far off.

“Let’s see the money shot this time Pig,” the Dom ordered. I was disappointed because I wanted to swallow another load but I did not dare disobey my powerful master. I reluctantly pulled my lips off his warm throbbing cock and stroked it fast as he approached the abyss.

I could feel his cock begin to spasm and I opened my mouth wide hoping some of his cream would make its way into my mouth. The first blast hit my top lip and slid into my mouth. Another shot hit my right eye. Several dollops hit my wide stretched mouth and I held the thick goo in my mouth and savored the briny flavor as cum covered my face like a porn starlet.

I took his spent rod into my mouth and sucked the remaining cream filling from inside it. I swirled the delicious juice around my mouth savoring every drop and then swallowed it all. I collapsed on the cot with cum covering my face and gobs in my hair. I felt completely satisfied despite the fact that I still had not cum.

Julie continued to record the scene as the tall pretty woman, who I had forgotten all about, climbed on top of me on the cot. Her body was soft and supple with big firm tits, a narrow waist and full wide hips. She pressed her soft lips canlı bahis siteleri to my cum coated mouth. My lips parted of their own volition and our tongues entwined in a deep sensuous kiss.

I knew she was a pre-op transsexual when I felt her hard cock pressed against my own. The idea that I was kissing a very feminine and sexy shemale was mind-blowing and I couldn’t wait for what was next.

“You’re a good kisser,” she said with a slight Hispanic accent as she broke off the kiss and spun around into a 69 position.

Her cock was a small 4 inches and I easily took it down my throat. I moaned around her small cock as she took my hard 6 inch dick into her very talented mouth. Her tongue swirled around my cock and I feared I would cum quickly but she was incredibly adept at bringing me to the brink and then backing off. She teased me over and over, keeping me on the precipice of a powerful climax as I slurped and sucked on her little cock until she rewarded me with a thick load of creamy goo. I swallowed her seed and she climbed off me and turned around. She got on all fours on the cot and waited for me to take instruction.

“Lick her cum filled asshole pig, ” my master commanded as my wife continued to tape my depravity.

“Yes master,” I said as I climbed behind her sexy round ass and buried my face between the soft globes of her ass cheeks. I flicked my tongue over her tight puckered asshole and tasted cum as copious amounts saliva spilled onto the crack of her ass. I thrust my tongue into the tight hole and tongue fucked her as she moaned loudly with pleasure.

“Well done slave. Now fuck her Pig,” Master Steve demanded.

I knelt behind her and pressed the head of my cock against her saliva slickened asshole. My cock slid inside her with surprising ease, no doubt helped by the lubrication from the cum that oozed from her hole. I grabbed her full hips and fucked her with slow languid strokes as she panted and moaned.

“Fuck me harder mijo,” she begged and I acquiesced. I thrust my cock into her ass hard and fast as sweat poured from my body. I felt my climax approaching like a freight train.

“My I cum master,” I pleaded.

“Yes you may pig,” he replied.

“Thank you sir,” I moaned as I buried my cock balls deep in the sexy shemale’s ass and released the biggest loan of cum in my entire life.

I was exhausted and I collapsed onto the cot beside the transsexual.

“Take him over to the tub and clean the pig up,” Master Steven ordered Julie.

Julie took my hand and led me to a Jacuzzi tub in the corner of the room as the transsexual brought the camera over to continue filming my adventure.

I lay in the tub as Julie straddled my head. I instinctively buried my face in her soaking wet pussy and started to lick it. I sucked her thick meaty pussy lips into my mouth and swirled my tongue around them as she held my head in her hands. I knew what she needed and I flicked my tongue over her clit until she exploded in a tremendous orgasm.

“Finish cleaning the pig off Julie,” my master instructed my wife.

Julie grabbed my hair and held my face tightly to her pussy. I felt a flood of warm liquid as she opened her bladder and pissed on my cum covered face.

“Drink your wife’s piss pig,” Master Steven commanded.

I opened my mouth and quickly swallowed her pee. It was salty and not unpleasant as I gulped down as much as I could.

“Did you enjoy your gangbang piggy,” Julie asked softly.

“Yes baby, I loved it and I love you. Did you enjoy the show?” I replied.

“God yes, it was ubber hot. Especially when you were fucking Dani’s ass. I want you and me to share her. What do you think?”

“Hell yes,” I replied. I couldn’t wait until that adventure. “Who keeps the video?” I asked.

“That’s Steven’s, but we get a copy.”

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She awoke with a start. Still half in her dreams, being chased by the handsome film star, riding fast, feeling the heat and the vibration from the pony’s back between her legs, moving beneath the sunlit trees… she blinked her eyes. Moonlight cascaded across the bed and she was breathing heavily. Her nipples ached and her fingers quickly told her she was wet… wow! what a horny dream!

She turned slightly. The sound of snores came to her ears.

“Oh, he’s back, then,” she thought, as she became aware of the drunken, snorting mound of flesh beside her. This husband was an unnecessary addition to her life now.

She moved her legs under the hot sheets. She felt so turned on, so full of her dream. She rolled a finger around her nipple and felt an explosion of feeling course through her body.

Without being able to stop it, she let out a long frustrated groan.

She had to do something about this… reveling in all these sexy dream feelings. She slid quietly out of bed, and pulled her silk dressing gown around her nakedness. She moved across the moonlit bedroom, opened the door quietly and slipped into the bathroom.

It was quick and ultimately unsatisfying… her initial lust was satisfied, but a deep hollow feeling consumed her. She sat there, legs outstretched, her fingers wet but stationary between her legs, listening to her heart pounding. Suddenly, she heard a noise through the wall, and she froze in fright… ah!

Then, of course! Her dreams had so overwhelmed her, she’d forgotten. Forgotten that Brad was back in his old bedroom, her eighteen year old stepson back after his near-fatal motorbike crash.

Opening the door without a sound, her heart still pounding, she became aware of Brad’s slightly open door. She moved quietly in the semi-darkness.

He had been allowed back from the hospital, but the bed and the machinery had canlı bahis şirketleri had to come with him. Brad had broken both arms, and was trussed up with weights and cranes. Poor boy! He was unable to do anything for himself.

As she peered in through the door, her heart took a shuddering leap. Brad had somehow kicked the bed covers off, and was sporting a huge erection. No doubt he, too, had awoken from an erotic dream and he was desperately trying to reach himself to give himself some relief. His engorged penis stretched erect and high, but even so, the wires and the pulleys would not let his hands low enough to reach it. She watched for a few moments while he held himself with finger and thumb, trying to make some little movement. Then he fell back against the pillow, tears of frustration his eyes.

She decided to help.

She opened the door and he looked up with an expression of shock and embarrassment. He tried to cover himself back over, but with no success.

“Sssh!” She held a finger to her lips.

She moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. She tried not to look down at the proud, throbbing thing in front of her, but looked straight into his eyes.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking away.

“It’s OK, “she whispered, reassuringly. “I know what a man wants… a real man, that is… you need to release it just as much as a woman. And I know what you need now… you look like you need some help…

She smiled.

“Don’t be sorry,” she said. “This happens to us all you know. Would you like me to do it for you?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, but closed her hand around his erection.

“You would like me too, wouldn’t you? You would love me to masturbate you?”

He was still looking to one side, but he swallowed hard and his cock throbbed. She moved her hand downwards, feeling the full length of it.

“It’s canlı kaçak iddaa so big, Brad. So big and fat. Mmmmmmm, I love running my fingers across it. Do you want me to wank you, Brad. Shall I wank you until you cum?”

Brad couldn’t look at her, but he nodded. Struck dumb.

“Let me wank you slowly,” she continued, taking her time to slide from the bottom of his shaft to the top and down to the bottom again. “Does that feel good now?”

She was certain it felt good for him, but for her it was like a trigger. Her semi-satisfied lust broke out like a sweat all over her body, and she found herself breathing deeply.

“Hell, this is horny,” she said, trying to laugh. But something caught in her throat. The throbbing was become evident between her legs again. His cock felt so big and fat between her fingers, and her pussy was so hungry.

But, no! No sex at all because that would be wrong… Just a hand job while maybe playing with myself a little… the thoughts flashed around her head, telling herself, just make him cum, just make him cum — that’s all you need to do, she told herself.

But she was becoming so turned on.

“It’s awfully dry,” she croaked, finding it hard to talk. “Perhaps a little saliva might help…”

And while he closed his eyes, she bent forward and took the smooth tip between her lips, moving over it and feeling the hot skin slip into her mouth. She closed her eyes, and gave herself over to the sensation. My god, it was big… and it was all male. My! She felt so dirty, so horny, so sexy.

She pulled apart her gown and let it fall from her shoulders. She ran her fingers over her breasts. Her nipples were engorged. She ran her tongue over the top of his cock and tasted the precum. She thought she would explode.

Her mouth dripping with saliva she pulled off him.

“Is that good?” she mouthed. “Would you canlı kaçak bahis like me to rub my tits over your cock now?”

This talking-dirty was making her shake. She wanted to masturbate him and feel the cum running down her breasts. She wanted to stand over him, offer her pussy to his mouth and watch him struggle and buck as he tried to suck her off.

Then she wanted to fuck him.

All these thoughts ran through her head as she stroked her breasts across his cock. Topless and talking very sexy… “I’m wanking you now…” she whispered, as she held his cock tight within her fist. “I’m going to wank you until you cum all over my tits. “

His cock was slippery with her saliva now, hot and hard and very slippery. She pumped her fist up and down the rigid length and whispered as she did so… “I’m wanking you now, Brad. I’m wanking you so hard I want you to cum. Cum over my breasts, and think of my pussy while you do so. Think of my hot, wet pussy…”

She pumped him harder. His head fell sideways as he gave himself up to the sensations, but his eyes were fixed on hers. As her hand slid faster and faster, she looked at him with hungry eyes. She licked her lips. She opened her legs and with her free hand she slipped into her pussy.

“I’m wanking myself now, Brad. I’m wanking myself while I wank you…”

Yes! That felt good, now. Watching him watching her, her body shaking with the effort of masturbation.

“Yes!” she hissed. “Cum now… cum while I cum..”

Suddenly he let out a stifled groan, and an eruption of sticky liquid pumped from the tip of his cock, hitting her breast, running down her hand, months of pent-up lust bursting out of him.

Then she too, the thrill of all this hitting her like a punch bag and she near-doubled up as her orgasm shook her.

“Yesssss, yesssss!” she spat. “Cum for me!”

And she bent forward, fitting her mouth over his cock and tasting the seed that still trickled from him. She felt dirty. She felt bad. She felt wonderful.

And she knew this would not be the last small orgy she would have with her imprisoned lover…

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The doorbell rang out loudly into the empty house as it always does when a girl is in the shower. I rinsed the soap off as quickly as I could, turned off the water, and moved a towel around my dripping body. I was the only one in the house, my parents having gone out of town for the weekend. I wrapped the towel around my head, grabbed my pink silk bathrobe and headed down the stairs to the door. With my luck it would be some fat salesman who just dreams of the door opening to a hot 20 yr old in a sexy robe fresh out of the shower.

I turned the lock, opened the door to a crack, and was amazed to see a girl holding a package. She was wearing a tight brown top that barely held back her breasts, and short brown shorts that clung tightly to what looked to be the nicest ass I had ever seen. She was so hot I felt a shiver rush down my spine and a burst of heat building in my moistening pussy.

I had experimented with girls over the past year in college, but had never even seen a beauty such as this. Her lips, soft and juicy, just begging to be kissed, her tight ass just waiting to be spanked.

“This box is for you”, she said, “can I come in so that you can take a look at it?”

Opening the door, she walked past me, brushing my arm as she went. I turned and followed her into the kitchen, not able to take my eyes off of her perfect ass as her cheeks moved left and right under the thin brown fabric.

“Can I put this anywhere babe?”, she said softly with one eyebrow slightly raised. She bit her lip seductively, looking at me with come-fuck-me eyes.

I moved slowly towards her, opened my robe and allowed it to fall off of my shoulders and onto the floor. I kissed her softly and held her close.

“Lemme show you where to put it hunni”, I cooed.

Ripping off her top, and pulling her close to me, I kissed her deeply. Our tongues güvenilir bahis danced as my wetness pressed against her belly. Licking and sucking on her neck, I trailed my tongue slowly down to her breasts. Her nipples were small and hard in my mouth as I licked and sucked around them.

My hands at her waist, her zipper moves down smoothly like her shorts were only there to be removed. I help her shimmy out of them as my mouth continues its playful trip around her tits. As my hands reach her inner thighs, a familiar wetness tells me that she is not wearing any underwear.

Moving down, my tongue makes its way to her tummy. I kiss her bellybutton and lick her hips as my hands feel their way around to her perfect ass. I stand, kissing her deeply again as I grab around to her waist and lift her up onto the kitchen counter. Her legs part, I am now eye level with her cleanly shaven little pussy.

“Your box looks yummy from down here babe,” I whisper “but I need to take a closer look, a sample might help me decide.”

I lick on each side of her wetness, teasing her as I hear her moan with pleasure. Slowly I lick from her ass up to her hardening clit. Opening her up with my fingers, I lick and suck on each of her lips as her breathing increases. Opening her up further, my tongue dances on her clit as I press two fingers deep inside of her.

She cries out. She begs me not to stop. Fingers pumping in and out, I suck deeply on her bud, flicking my tongue back and forth as I fuck her. Three fingers now, pounding into her, reaching for her g-spot. She moans louder, her breasts rise and fall as her lust increases.

She cums with a loud squeal, her juices flood my mouth and cover my cheeks. I stand and pull her close, our breasts press together, my nipples on fire. I kiss her deeply as her tongue moves over my lips, my tongue and my face. She looks türkçe bahis up at me and then says with a devilish grin:

“So what do you think baby, is my box what you were lookin for?”

Suddenly she moves off of the counter top and stands before me. She reaches for the package that she had come with and rips the tape off of the top. Inside she reaches past the packaging foam until her hand comes to rest on the object inside. My mouth opens in shock as she pulls out the biggest pink strap-on that I have ever seen.

“Time for me to take a look at your box sweety.” It is not a question, but a demand.

She kisses me and then smiles. Grabbing my hips, she turns me around so that I am facing the counter top and pushes my shoulders forward until my head rests on the cool marble. I feel her hands on my ass and then my inner thighs as my legs are pushed open, my wetness exposed to the cool breezes from an open window.

She spreads my ass cheeks, and I shiver as her tongue gently licks up and down my wanting slit. She spreads me even wider, her tongue circles my ass as her thumb begins to rub up and down on my clit. I hear the sound of the strap-on being pulled up over her hips, the fire in my wet pussy increases as her tongue continues to move with passion around my opened flower.

I feel her hands on my hips as the plastic-cock is pressed into me. She thrusts it deeply, my juices coating it fully as it moves in and then back out again. With one hand on my hip, she reaches under and cups my breast, pinching my nipples as she continues to fuck me deeper, harder.

I hear a moan escape my lips, I grab the counter top for balance as her belly slaps my ass again and again. The hand moves from my breasts, down my tummy and then further down as it circles my clit. I turn to look at her, my eyes glazing over from the heat, the pleasure, the pain.

I güvenilir bahis siteleri feel a harsh smack on my right ass cheek. The sound echoes through the house as I feel first shock, and then lust. She smacks it again, this time on the side. My juices run down my thighs as I cry out YES! YES! FUCK ME!!! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!!!

I am so close, she smacks my reddening ass once more before grabbing both of my hips and driving the strap-on deeper and harder into me than ever before. I squeal as I feel my muscles tighten, my pussy grips the dildo as the spasms of the oncoming orgasm roll through me.

She thrusts one last time the deepest yet, and pauses so that I can feel the entire length fill me completely. I reach back and grab her wrist, my head pressed hard against the counter as I cum longer and harder than I ever have before.

She slowly pulls it out of me, gently grabs me by the shoulder and pulls me to her waiting mouth. It is my turn to taste myself off of her lips, tongue and cheeks. She holds me for a moment, rubbing my back and squeezing my ass. I pull away, looking at her and smile.

“Lemme go to the bathroom real quick hun,” I say to her as I try and catch my breath, “I came so hard I need to clean up k?”

She nods, kisses me again and begins to pull the strap-on off of her hips and down her thighs. I move to the bathroom on weakened legs, splashing cold water over my face in the sink when I arrive. After toweling dry, I open the door, and walk back towards the kitchen. To my shock, there is no sexy delivery girl waiting for me when I get there.

On the counter top is the strap-on, still coated with my sex and a small business card. I reach down, pick up the card and hold it up so that I can read the small print. There is a phone number on top and a short tag-line underneath which reads:

ALI’s BOX DELIVERIES. I GUARENTY SATISFACTION.

I smiled to myself and grabbed my robe off of the kitchen floor, wrapping it around me again. Looks like I need another shower, I thought to myself. I wonder if Ali will deliver in there?

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It was the strangest thing to try to resume where I had left off in my work the previous day. Since about 6 pm the day before my whole life had changed and here I was at 9 am the following morning trying to organise my mind around work!

It wasn’t as if it was first thing in the morning and I could think of yesterday as just some fantastic dream. Barry and I had just fucked each other’s asses in the shower less than an hour ago!

When I settled my account with the B&B lady she had casually remarked that we seemed to have had a `good time’ last night. What a total understatement that was!!

Try as I did, doing the interviews was difficult. The previous evening was not just a psychological outing into gay sex. My ass had been fucked by almost a complete rugby team and this now made me feel self conscious in a certain way which was quite physical. There I was interviewing middle aged business men about their working practices when even the deep sound of their voices seemed to be affecting my anus! My mind kept drifting to the absurd idea that the guy was about to proposition me. I am sure it was making me react in a feminine way in conversation and I now felt even more conscious of my bum as I walked around.

Rescheduling a couple of interviews in the afternoon had gone well so I knew I could get to watch the match. This was the one thing on which I could focus my mind and I longed for the prospect of meeting up with the guys later on.

I know it sounds silly but I was in love with the whole team and very excited about seeing them on the pitch. My only worry was that they might feel that things had gone a bit too far last night and wouldn’t want to see me again.

There was no large grandstand as you might imagine of a cash flush football team. Mostly spectators stood along the touch line but there was a small wooden structure with a stepped standing area. I was a bit early for the start but noticed half a dozen or so guys in there. At first they seemed to ignore me as I stood alone in front on the bottom terrace.

“On your own then? Not seen you before but welcome anyway! It’s great to see new faces! Are you a Red Hunters supporter?” This guy had leapt down from the top in about one second. So here was another well built guy as sexy as any I had met the previous night. “Why not come and join us, my name’s Max by the way”

He had not waited for me to confirm my loyalty to the team. The embarrassing thing was that after all that had happened I was not aware of the team name except that of their opponents.

“So er we’re playing the Mariners then?” I wanted to impart what little knowledge I had!

“Right first time!” came a brief reply from one of the others while looking straight ahead at the empty pitch. I got a feeling they were trying to work out who I was but were a little reluctant to ask leading questions.

“Hey help yourself to a beer we’ve got a few cans round the back here. What’s your name, by the way?” Max continued in his welcoming tone.

“Oh my name’s Carl. Good to meet you all!” I said shaking their hands rather formally.

“So how long have you been a supporter then? I go to most matches and events and I’m sure I would have noticed you”

“Yea, sorry I should have explained. I only met up with the team yesterday evening when they had a bit of a pre-match party and got talked into coming along. I really like the game although I was never any good at it at school” I thought that would probably be all they would expect by way of explanation. But the fact that no one said anything immediately in reply gave me the feeling that it had perhaps only deepened the mystery!

Soon the game got under way and I was struck by the quality of play. It was far higher than anything I had seen before in school or college matches. Throughout the game the score line reflected how evenly matched they were. But despite all the bravado last night this was no push over. All these muscular players who I knew so intimately had collected great mud patches over their legs as they wrestled with each other. I watched their flexing thighs in the set piece scrums as they each tried to push the other side in order to gain possession of the ball. Several times I nearly came to orgasm in my pants as I thought of how I might take the place of the ball afterwards in the showers. Then when Barry had made a dash for the try line and Gus was heading straight for him, he passed the ball to Danny who had powered past several Mariners to score right under the posts. His huge muscular frame and broad shoulders had simply pushed his opponents to one side. Suddenly I got this feeling as if he was inside me again like when his huge thrusts into my bum had forced me forward over the toilet cistern. Unknowingly Max saved me embarrassment with an untimely question.

“Tell me I’m intrigued by this; how come you were at a pre-match party with the team? I mean I was in the team for six years before I retired last summer and to my knowledge these pre-match dinners are pretty much exclusive güvenilir bahis to players only.”

It was an odd moment for Max to raise this question considering there was plenty of time to ask before the match began and this an exciting moment when you would have thought his attention was on the game. “I know it probably was all a bit exceptional, well I mean what happened was they had some kind of problem with accommodation as their hotel had cancelled their reservation at the last minute so they all came to this B&B where I was the only other guest.”

“So they invited you to the dinner then? But how did you get to know them? Did this place have a bar or something?” He made these questions sound almost joking as if my story didn’t really make a lot of sense and I also got the impression he had sensed some spicy explanation. “I know one thing; rugby nights out can be a little wild” he added with measured understatement.

“Er yes well it was actually I think er, well you see I had helped them out a bit. Um well what I mean is that there was a shortage as it were of one place as I was occupying a double room, no actually it was a twin” Max was smiling at me as he stared into my face while I stumbled for words.

“And??” he asked but then with a measure insincerity added quickly “So that explains it; you offered to share” This left me wondering just what it explained to him especially when he resumed excitement with the game and proffered no further questions.

The match ended with the score 36 / 33 to the Mariners after a final drop goal tipped the balance just before the referees final whistle. It had been a good game but a hard one.

As we all began to leave the little stand I was beginning to wonder how I might meet up with the players. I didn’t need to wonder for long!

“You’re coming with me to the shower block right now this very minute Sunshine!” It was Gus who had come to claim me as a victor claims his spoil.

“What the hell do you think you’re on about? Carl’s one of our supporters, you’re not dragging him off to be abused amongst your thugs. Forget it man! leave him alone he’s ours! and Fuck off!!” I was surprised at how protective Max had become towards me, seeing as I hardly knew him.

Gus retreated with his `tale between his legs’ towards the players pavilion and we sauntered over the pitch towards an exit on the far side. Max was asking if I would be going to the party afterwards and looking me up and down suggested I might need an escort.

The next thing was Ian came up to us, hailed Max as an old friend and explained that I was needed to help in the showers. Max had replied something on the lines that he `got the picture’. Anyway if anyone thought they could keep secrets in the rugby community they were obviously wrong!

It was Ian of course who had propelled me into a toilet cubicle and fucked me the evening before. There were few words as he hustled me into the showers where all eyes were on me at once.

“Off! Off!! Off!!!” they shouted as Ian and Danny stripped me naked in front of a huge number of big men some covered in mud and others with soap but all totally nude and with adorable physiques. Both teams were sharing this primitive shower block and that meant 36 guys (including reserves)

They were all round me now and in a couple of seconds every cock in the place had swollen and tightened into the most fabulous array of phallic weaponry you can imagine. Every penis in the block seemed to be pointing my way and advancing rapidly. Gus and Colin were competing to be first at me. It was chaotic everyone wanted to fuck me at once. Gus made a desperate lunge at me as Danny tried to help Colin get in first. “Winner takes all!!” shouted Gus triumphantly as I felt his cock jabbing at my ass crack.. “Get some soap into him you Dick Head” he shouted at the guy next to him. “I’m gonna fuck you’re dandy little ass you Sissy boy. You’re gonna get a real man now. Oh Fuck! Ahh!” Gus had gained entry and I felt his hot cock overcome my sphincter as he drove it deep inside my rectum. I was bending over and holding a nearby rail as Gus was getting really brutal inside me. I heard him say to Colin, “I’ll see you next mate, right?” His dick was not exceptional for a man of his size but it was quite long and very hard indeed. He seemed particularly good at directing it to where he wanted inside my bottom even though he was doing me from behind. As he rammed me harder and harder it felt like I was being fucked by a wild animal but then, as in all men, it all changed as he started to orgasm. I sensed immediately what was happening as I felt the warm flush of his semen inside my bum. Gus was panting for breath now and his manly expletives were reduced almost to childish whimpers. All his remaining energy was focused on his prick as he pumped his spunk right up my rectum. Then I felt the power of this huge man ebbing inside me as his lovely cock softened as he withdrew only to allow Colin to ram in his superbly beautiful fuck pole. Oh if I could only paint! türkçe bahis my first work of art would be Colin’s cock, but now to feel him coming right up inside was just driving me crazy. I had wanted these guys all day and now this was it, better than ever. More of them than ever. And I wanted them all so much.

Colin was blasting into me within seconds and I was reduced to my plaintive `Oh thank you Colin!’ which caused so much amusement. He dosed me with his dick so much I thought he would never stop. In reality it was just seconds. Everyone was in a state of huge excitement as they watched each other drive their hot shafts between my smooth sexy buns and deep into my slit as they glided up my hole. I got more slimy and sticky after each fucking so they found it easier and easier to get up me. Each guy was taking less than thirty seconds from penetration to blast off and as each slimy dick withdrew it was replaced by another raging hot fuck pole ready to spurt me with another dose of rugby virilty. All the time I could feel my bum filling up with their rich semen fluids.

But this was not all. Despite the rapid rate at which I was taking them many of the guys just couldn’t wait. There was hardly a moment when I didn’t have at least one cock in my mouth as well as one up my ass. Guys were offering my the most wonderful selection of stiffies you could imagine. I was licking, sucking and swallowing cum for a lot of the time. I only had time to identify a few of the guys with whom I was in sexual contact. It all happened so quickly and I can only guess that I took about ten loads of spunk down my throat and the remainder up my bottom. And even in this short space of time some guys managed to do me twice. You would have thought that after a hard game they would not have had the energy but these are powerful and virile men and that is why I love them all!

Colin came over when the last guy had finished fucking me and he had a tape measure in his hand. I jokingly said it was a bit late to start measuring their cocks. He said he wanted to measure me up for a dress for the evening.

“A dress? you don’t mean that literally do you?” I said feeling a bit alarmed.

“Everyone wants to see you being as feminine as possible because, well, Carl you are quite girlie aren’t you? You see you’ve got to remember hardly any of us are really gay in the normal sense, we wouldn’t want to fuck a real guy. Well! not normally!!” he added with some amusement almost as if to contradict what he had just said. “I hope you won’t object too much if we put a nice little dress on you for tonight. It will look nice I promise, and you will feel ever so sexy in it!” Colin was already noting down my vital statistics as he spoke and I knew it was hopeless to resist. It is a thing you just don’t contemplate when in the hands of rugby men.

“So I am taking you over to the hotel where Danny and Ian will look after you until this evening. The party starts as 8 pm and I’ll be round to fit you up just before. Oh… and by the way, the rumour is that Sarah, a friend of Suzy, you remember I told you last night, she had called in sick; well Sarah has decided, as only Sarah does, to come along anyway! to `help out’ judging our asses.” Colin hesitated a moment then continued. “Sarah a bit of a law unto herself to put it mildly. Um, she is I suppose the perfect guest on a rugby night out. Believe me nothing on this earth gets near to shocking Sarah! But when all is said and done she does make herself available to all in whatever capacity!! If you don’t know what I mean you’ll soon find out!” Colin concluded unhelpfully. I felt completely passive about it all. I just wanted to lie back and let it all happen!

The hour or so I spent at the hotel was really nice because it was a time when we actually talked to each other rather than having sex and I really got to know them much better as friends. We talked about how they saw me sexually and they confirmed what Colin had said about preferring to see me as female. I said I quite liked the idea but didn’t really know if I wanted to go in for a sex change. We all agreed there was actually a lot manliness left in me and they were very impressed by the way I had fucked Gus the previous evening.

It was at about 7.30 that Colin arrived with this large plastic bag and accompanied by a petit redheaded girl. “May I introduce Sarah, well we all know Sarah so I suppose it is you Carl who needs to be introduced.” he said rather unnecessarily. I felt Colin was a bit uneasy in Sarah’s presence.

“Well Wow!! I say! you really do look like a Dandy Boy don’t you Carl. Bit a change from this lot aye??! Here come on let’s have a good look at you!” Sarah took my shirt off me as if she was my sister.

“Oh what a smoothy! Wow look at him!! all he needs is to fill those titties out a bit and he’d be a Gal! wouldn’t you pretty! Oh yes! I’m gonna have some fun with you!!”

“Right Colin let’s have that dress then and we’ll get him ready for the party” she giggled a lot and added. “Oh boy this is going güvenilir bahis siteleri to be something aye?! Right Carly darling get you’re pants off or do you want me to do it for you. You see you can’t wear panties under this dress, it is against club rules isn’t it guys?!” Everyone cheered obediently. Sarah grabbed my pants before I could do anything and pulled them right down to my knees at which point she got so interested in my genitals and bottom that she forgot to pull them down any further.

“Well what do you say?! Puny yes but not non-existent!” she said examining my cock and groping my balls in front of everyone. “I can see why you like his ass though. If I had a cock I’d be up there in a flash!! Now lets get this dress on you Darling it’s got something in front so you won’t look too flat chested!”

She slipped it on over my head and it seemed to fit very well. I asked how they had managed to buy something like this off the shelf so easily.

“Don’t ask questions when you don’t need to know the answers Sweetie. Just mark my words, Sarah is a girl of many talents!”

It was pink and frilly around the sleeves which were short but not as short as the dress itself which barely covered my bottom and genitals. If this was all I would be wearing in the Rugby club that evening I would certainly feel extremely vulnerable.

“There we are, you look smashing!” she said kissing me on the cheek. “Now come on someone do the honours! You know what I mean. I made it and know I want to see some action.”

It was Brian who stepped forward completely unintimidated by Sarah he took down his pants to reveal a massive cock, lifted up my dress and very deliberately worked his finger in my asshole allowing some of the semen in my very full bottom to ooze out into my cleft. When I say he had really big dick and I mean really BIG!! Just as well I was prepared but it felt massive as he drove it very deliberately into my asshole.

“Save some of that spunk for me darling!” Sarah liked to tease guys to try to put them off.

“No way!! he’s have having the fucking lot aren’t you Carl, you girlie pansy I don’t care who says what; you’re about to get such a … AHHH!!! AHHHH!!!!” I felt several strong squirts of hot stuff somewhere really deep inside me. Brian’s cock was long as well as thick. I felt I was being utterly and completely fucked and overwhelmed by him. I know he wanted to make an example of his manliness in front of Sarah.

Sarah decided I would go to the club that evening with her as one the girls. There was no arguing as she took me by the arm, lead me into main bar and started introducing me to everyone. I noticed Max and the other guys who had been watching the match.

It was a matter of less than seconds before my frilly skirt was raised and I felt hands fondling my bare buttocks. Soon fingers were investigating my crack. Ever since I had left the shower block I felt aware of having a very full bum. Now the excitement of being felt was making my anus relax and I was having difficulty holding up the huge amount of spunk inside me. So I felt sticky cum starting to run down the inside of my thighs.

Colin was back on form as host and team captain. “May I have your attention please! In view of the highly provocative state of some of our guests tonight I suggest we get on with the main event of the evening before we become distracted! So I call on all team players to get up on stage after first taking our kit off for the start of the Ass Judging Competition. The judges are Carl and Sarah here who will award first second and third prizes for the most manly and muscular asses displayed. Thank you!!”

Sarah insisted that we went on stage with them as she said we had to feel their asses thoroughly to make a proper judgement.

“Right before we start we get our kit off too because it’s not fare on them having to bare up if we’re fully clothed”. Sarah stripped almost in one second without any attempts at tease then she stripped me again before I had time to do it myself. She had a really good figure and big firm breasts.

“We’ll go over them all briefly and pick out the best then we’ll judge them in more detail” Sarah was like a different person now. She had gone all business like all of a sudden. But we both took our time as we felt each guys ass by grabbing his buttocks and feeling how muscular they were.

“Hey why are you pulling their cheeks apart and peering at their assholes? That’s not in our remit you know!” Sarah whispered to me.

“Well I think it is because a good manly bum must have a good hole, it’s the most important part surely. Or I think so anyway”

“What do you say Colin? Sarah asked as she started examining his bum.”

“If Carl wants to judge us on our assholes then that’s OK by me” Colin replied.

When we got to the end of the line Sarah had short listed five guys one of whom was Barry! But I remembered saying to Barry in the shower that morning that I would not pick him although he would be my first choice as I might be accused of being biased. The trouble was that he really was one of the very best. He had beautifully big rounded and muscular buttocks some hairiness in his dark slit and a most luscious asshole which I had licked before fucking him.

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It was another time for sex and the internet. Cams weren’t on every computer yet, and it wasn’t necessarily a thing in chatrooms. It took a long time for even a picture to load, so imagination was key. People talked in sexually charged chatrooms, some using present-tense narrative structures to play-act sex (it was called “cybering”), and some just talked to each other, whether to arrange to meet or to just excite each other with each other’s fantasies or sexual history. We’d ask all about one another’s bodies and fetishes so we could indulge ourselves in a momentary daydream of having sex together. For the first time for many of us, our diverse bodies found people who actually sought those out. There were entire spaces for people who loved chubby bellies, or older men. I was still technically the most popular demographic: an inexperienced young man with a regular looking body.

I don’t think I’d meet a stranger to fuck — while I could be turned on watching porn, to me the act of getting excited by someone and pleasuring another person’s body (and letting them pleasure mine) was all about knowing that person and caring whether they were having fun. Watching arousal and pleasure on another’s face is the most exciting thing for me, and it’s the reason I often cum right before or at the same time as my lover.

I didn’t have a cam, and wasn’t sure I’d be one of the people who used them even if I did. But I carefully took a face-blurred angle-posing photograph of myself in the nude and erect, to showcase that I was anonymous, young, reasonably well-endowed, and interested in discussing sex in particular.

I had been frequenting gay chatrooms for a while now, to flirt with my irrepressible itch to try sex with a man. Although I was a romantic in relationships with women, here there was something more direct and visceral. I started as a late teenager, and now I was the sort of age where I should be gearing up to move out of my parents’ home. I never needed as much sleep as other people, and I exploited this by stealthily immersing myself in pictures of (and the company of) horny men late in the evening. Sometimes it was a far older horn-dog of a man, sometimes it was a player who enjoyed one-night stands, every now and then it was a curious or excited teenager, and sometimes it was another closeted fellow releasing his need however he could.

I had just a string of characters allowed for a profile. I had to get to get to the point:

[[21M, 8.5uc, horny gay-curious. Here to chat/experiment/masturbate, any age very welcome!]]

There were themed chat rooms to choose from (all gay of course). I tended to select the Main one, as it was the fullest, and the Mature Men one, as they tended to appreciate the company of a horny and willing young fellow.

Chats happened not by request but by popup, and in quick succession:

“HI”

“WISH I COULD FUCK YOU”

“NICK COCK LET’S CHAT”

“HEY”

“DO YOU LIKE ASSPLAY?”

“HI”

“HEY”

“ME TOO”

“CAN I PHONE YOU? I WANT TO HEAR YOUR HOT VOICE”

“HEY”

I had little time for those who didn’t share the initiative in a chat, or those who just had truly creepy things to say, though sometimes something I said impressed someone who talked about their needs and fantasies.

This was my own little world, completely separate, like a secret identity, and so I normally shied away from speaking directly to people in my city, as it made it feel a little more real… But every now and then, I’d be speaking to a local, and especially early on, their encouragements about how within the hour I could hypothetically be having real sex with him made my knees shake as I massaged my penis and balls at the thought of someone else touching me, considering the raw possibility of it, that it didn’t have to be hypothetical, that it was potentially within my grasp to touch a man’s penis and have him touch mine that very day. This relaxed a little after I was no longer a virgin, after my first sexual relationship with a woman, but the need to trade orgasms with a man in particular, to DRINK an orgasm, was one of the most wonderful things I could imagine when I entered that “mode”. It was a little meme in my head that consumed me when I was aroused.

I came to revere the idea of the “regular guy”, a guy who didn’t brag about any particular muscle mass or hyper-masculine lifestyle, just a horny guy who wanted to reach out to another horny guy. Maybe that was my low self esteem or my threat/risk estimate of a big muscular man, or my expression of masculinity projected out to who I wanted to be intimate with. Someone with a soft body, or unassuming like me, sounded really arousing to me. Am I just the only guy like that? Or is that a thing?

[HI NICE PIC.] A new one had popped up. This one’s description was young.

[Thanks!]

[I LIKED WHAT YOU SAID IN YOUR PROFILE. ME TOO.]

[Yeah? Cool, what part?]

[I ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK AROUND WITH A GUY.]

[Yeah, every now and then I just have this amazing big desire to be with a man. I’m straight except during illegal bahis those nights, and then I just get drop-dead horny for sex with men. It’s weird.]

[HAVE YOU EVER HAD SEX WITH A MAN?]

[Once. A while back. I didn’t really know how to choose someone who cared about making me feel good, so it wasn’t great, but I’ve been longing again. Have you? Ever been with a man?]

[NO NEVER. I’M GAY BUT NO ONE CAN KNOW. MY DAD ESPECIALLY.]

[Well you’re 19, you’re allowed to be sexual.]

[HE WOULD CUT ME OFF FROM MY UNIVERSITY FUND AND KICK ME OUT.]

Holy shit. When I thought of that garbage I thought of Tennessee, Texas, not here.

[That Sounds scary. But he’s not watching you all the time is he?]

[YES HE IS. HE TELLS ME TO STUDY AND TO NOT HAVE FRIENDS.]

[Why does he care?]

[IN MY FAMILY, FAMILY IS EVERYTHING. I EVEN HAVE TO MARRY WHO THEY SAY.]

I was completely naïve about other parts of the world, I wasn’t sure whether this actually happened or whether this was a prank, but he sounded serious.

[That really sucks. Well you’re here now, you have this chat room! And porn. I hope you get to have the sex you want, or boyfriend, or whatever! I have high hopes, you’ll cum in a beautiful man’s mouth one day!]

[THANKS. YOU SOUND COOL.]

[You too! I won’t lie, I’m here because I need to cum, but it’s good talking to you right now.]

[COOL]

Awkward pause.

[SO WHAT KIND OF PORN DO YOU WATCH?]

I had never shared porn with anyone, it was just something done as a secret. It was strange, the idea of showing another person what sex videos I watched. I thought “fuck it” and browsed online and showed him my currently favourite treasure-trove, featuring first-time men on men. That was my favourite genre: somehow, when porn was about introducing someone to a sexual act they had never explored, there was tenderness there, a slow and beautiful eroticism that I found overwhelmingly arousing. This was at its most intense when the two people were of the same gender, if it was an introduction into queer sex. It may have been the coding endemic of the genre or something I felt excited about, or likely what algorithms correlated (do people who like queer sex want to see more altruistic and pleasurable sex? There’s a study in there somewhere waiting to be written…) but anyhow, that’s what truly turned me on. They were themed galleries, pictures in series each depicting a scene between two or three men, of various body types and ages, slowly shifting shyness into arousal, tentative touch into elaborate acts. Usually they ended in anal, a blowjob merely as a momentary teaser, but my favourites were ones just of blowjobs — they just looked more sensual, more about giving someone pleasure with your movements, not just taking pleasure from someone. But hell, maybe the ass feels good, I didn’t know (back then).

[WOW THANKS! HERE’S SOMETHING BACK.] What this mysterious peer sent me was a 5-second video of two toned young men in a 69, from a perspective that showed one of their faces, and above him the ass of the man at the top of their formation, as well as his long thick penis sliding rapidly in and out of the bottom’s delighted and delirious face. It was high res, not blurry at all, so it took a whole minute to load, but it was worth it.

[Jeez, nice. I love oral. I mean I think I would. Need more experience to know whether I like giving it too, but when I think about it I get very, very horny.]

As a fast typist I can write in full grammar in real-time, mid-handjob or not. This guy was briefer, but he sounded genuine. And said the same stuff I felt.

[MAYBE ONE DAY I CAN DO THAT FOR REAL. BUT THERE’S CREEPS HERE.]

[Totally. Totally about the creeps, and totally about the want to make it really happen. But I chicken out. I live with my parents still, and what if some creep outed me, right? I just want to know how it feels and whether I just want to experiment so I know I’ve done it or whether… y’know, whether I need to do this again and again, a lot. I don’t think I want a boyfriend, I don’t see guys that way, but I have this feeling I’d love to make a man cum.]

[I’D LOVE TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND. BUT THAT WOULD JUST NEVER HAPPEN. I’M JUST STUCK HERE.]

[I wish I could give you some sex, I might not be talented yet but I’d give you my best just to spite your household! That’s the least you deserve.”

[I WISH WE COULD TOO. WHAT WOULD YOU WANT TO DO?]

[Suck each other, definitely. You?]

[SUCKING IS GOOD. AND I’D LIKE TO FUCK A GUY IN THE ASS. AND I’M DYING TO MAKE OUT. YOU LIKE KISSING?]

[I don’t know if I’d like kissing a guy, but I’d try!]

[I’M HARD JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.]

[Same. I’ve been saving this cum up for a while, so finally touching myself right now feels amazing. I really, really wish I was inside your mouth.] I indicated his mouth in particular to bring it into a full in daydream.

[I’D LOVE NO5HING MORE.] I took it as a compliment that typos were manifesting.

I had considered many times in the past illegal bahis siteleri two years crossing that chat room line and revealing my neighbourhood… ascertaining the feasibility with a stranger of turning cyber-sex into full-on fluid-bonding sex. Obviously that wasn’t the safest concept. Anything from STIs to fundamentalist Trojan horses was possible here. Was this the time?

[Just out of curiosity, and maybe I’m being crazy here… I’m beside Federation park…… you?] That description still cast a wide net, so I wasn’t quite outing myself to this stranger.

[I LIVE ON BOUNDARY AND WILLIAMS STREET]

That…. represented a 10-minute walk. I thought for a full 60 seconds about whether to make this real. I’m sure I risked him leaving, by going radio silent, but this was huge. This horny man is in my neighbourhood. He’s very real. (Okay back then, that felt more weird… Before more people were out, to many neighbourhoods some would theoretically be okay with “gay people” in theory but not know they knew them. That change was very sudden and very recent. In the white-liberal neighbourhood I was living in, anyways.) But I wasn’t a kid anymore, and inhaling deeply, I told myself I had the right to act like a sexual being, it didn’t have to be a secret. I’m not going to blab about it, but maybe — maybe — it’s okay that I want to have sex.

[Holy cow. Juan? You’re like six blocks from me. Like the short end of the blocks. Okay, question time. Do you live on the ground floor?]

[YES?]

[Okay. Do you have a window you think you can crawl out of?]

[UM YES]

[Okay. Juan, here’s a what-if, because I’m horny and everything but even more than that I want to give you the sex that you deserve. Okay, I still live with my parents, my brothers have moved out, which means my basement is empty and my parents are two floors up. I can hear everything that happens over me but hearing what’s downstairs is harder to hear from upstairs. Juan, what if, like past midnight some night, you crept out of your window, walked up to my block, I snuck you in, and we were all alone with a floor to ourselves?]

[OMG THAT WOULD BE AWESOME BUT WHAT IF I’M CAUGHT]

[Totally. You have to take the steps you think you need to take to be safe. If you’d like, I could meet you at the bottom of my block. I’d take you into the house from the front yard, where my parents’ windows don’t face, and sneak around the back to the basement entrance. This is still just an idea, would you really like this?]

[YES. YOU SHOULD KNOW I WON’T KNOW A LOT, I DON’T KNOW HOW KISSING WORKS. HOW DO THE LIPS GO TOGETHER?]

Holy cow. For one moment I found myself waffling on whether this person really was this innocent or whether this was some sort of catfish. I’d stay in hiding on the street until I saw him, I decided.

[Well you can find out. It’s not about instructions, it’s about doing what your body tells you and listening to the person you’re touching. You’ll know what to do. Hey, I’m not that experienced either, so let’s be clumsy together!]

[THIS SOUNDS COOL. DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS WILL WORK?]

[I know this feels like a fantasy, like one of the videos you watch, but this can be real, and you deserve it to be if you want it. [When would you like this to happen?]

[I DON’T KNOW. MY DAD GOES TO BED EARLY ON WEEKNIGHTS, AND HE’S A HEAVY SLEEPER. IT’S REALLY LATE, LET’S TALK MORE TOMORROW. WANT TO CUM TOGETHER BEFORE I GO TO SLEEP?]

Cybering doesn’t have the best dialogue, the hands are busy and the minds are low-maintenance, but suffice it to say we talked about specific ways of touching each other in worse and worse grammar, checked periodically on each other’s building orgasms, and once we were both at 95% we went silent, making ourselves cum in the comforting feeling that six blocks away the other was cumming too, thinking of our sex.

We were both nervous, though I was a little lower-key as a person. We took things slow, and we talked again and again, having added each other to ICQ. (It was sort of the first or second modern chat platform.) We learned more about each other, though only the very impersonal and the deeply personal, nothing in between: I knew he had an undisclosed start-up job and that he wanted to have sex with men so much he’d risk his livelihood. He knew I lived with my parents and that I liked my orgasms to come very slowly. Every now and then, we’d see each other online and talk for a while, sometimes to laugh at some funny joke online, or sometimes to daydream about gay sex (or plan our little plot in unnecessarily complicated detail) while we idly touched ourselves. It was a strange feeling for me: I’d had friends and I’d cybered, but it was strange to have a buddy that sometimes masturbated with you. But I had to admit: Juan was my friend. We hadn’t even met yet, but for the first time, my secret life remotely getting naked with other men had overlapped with regular daily life.

I only remember extreme moments from our later online conversations:

[So I have a car, maybe we could hide in canlı bahis siteleri my car during lunch some day?]

[No that actually sounds riskier. And more hurried. And technically illegal so we could get in actual trouble.]

[So do you really have to do what they want even after you move out? Maybe get your education and then come out?]

[Theres a girl, our families are close, and they expect me to marry her.]

[That’s insane. How does she feel about this?]

[I don’t know. Maybe I’ll be lucky and she doesn’t want this either and we can have an arrangement.]

[So that’s what you’re hoping for? An unhappy fake marriage with stealthy one night stands?]

[If my Dad cuts me off my family won’t talk to me anymore.]

[I’m so sorry. I don’t have an answer about this, but I’m really glad we’re nearby each other. I think some things will feel clearer once you’ve actually had sex with a man..]

[So maybe if I blow you I could fuck you after? Would you be into that?]

[I don’t know if I’m ready for that, and I think oral is way sexier as an act. Is that okay?]

[Hell yea.]

I don’t know how we both managed to have a brave night on the same day, but neither of us could say “some day” anymore. Our respective 11pm elections were begging us, and when we saw each other online in “Free to Chat” mode on ICQ (our code to one another), our resolve to actually met each other and have actual sex would last until our next ejaculations. And our orgasms wouldn’t be wasted alone and embarrassed this time. We had caught each other in time and resolved to halt our masturbation right away, that we would save our cocks for each other. Holy shit is this happening?

It was a hot summer night. It may have been 12:45 a.m., but I felt too warm even in my T-shirt and shorts. Shorts always made me feel shabby, and I thought I’d mind looking like crap, as though I was on a date, but it felt kind of right this time. I wasn’t meeting someone to romance; the message I was giving to this guy was more, “We’re just a couple of guys, right? We can relax around each other.” I was a normal guy inviting a normal guy in. He must feel like he was doing something wrong now, and he needs to feel normal. I can’t look like I’m selling something to him, or influencing him, because I’m not. I’m a guy and I’m nervous too but we both want sex and we want it from each other.

As I crept down the gravelly lane of my block I began shuddering at the thought. Like the last / first time I took this illicit-feeling walk, I was again walking towards someone I had never spoken to in person, someone who would soon see me naked and touch me there. I was in my 20s now but it still felt weird. I didn’t know whether this was solace for something that was denied of me, I didn’t know what my real bliss was, what the idealized version of this was, what I really wanted… I just knew that I was lost in my sexual desires, that I found someone who felt like me, and we both deserved to choose our orgasms that night.

Unless he’s some sort of creep. I peered stealthily from my lane around the corner. And I kept peering. There were even sounds of crickets from beyond the road to complete the cliché. Beyond that, the sound of 10,000 cars alive in the city that night, like the sound of a wind tunnel; but none of those cars were here. The street was still except for holy shit that’s a skunk. It’s fine, it’s far away, and in the other direction than my friend.

And, 9 minutes late, there came a slender man in a T-shirt and shorts. He was a bit shorter than me, a little young-looking, nervous-looking. He looked bashful, and because he wore shiny electric blue shorts, as he passed a street light two houses down the contours of an erection were already pretty apparent. This was my guy and he looks like the real deal!

Just as I was nervous about what I’d meet at the bottom of my block, I was sure he was nervous too. He was shifty-eyed. He wasn’t as good at sneaking as me, his shoes made scuffing sounds on the sidewalk. He would probably feel suspicious about any one-liner I came up with, any air I tried to depict, and I realized that he hoped for what I hoped for: a regular but scared guy. He probably wanted the real me.

“Pst hi. I’m Kevin.”

He had a practiced hand-in-pocket casual “Hey Man.”

“Would you like to go for this? You can still back out, no big deal.”

“Uh, no sure man, let’s go.” I asked him to follow me, exactly step for step. We kept to the left side of the lane, where there was less gravel.

As we walked on I heard plodding footsteps from my sneaking partner and knew from many nights up how audible street sounds were from inside houses. I courteously shushed him with a friendly smile, and coached him in how to sneak and how to truly whisper. I showed him the carefully learned sneak of a boy who had always woken up early to watch Saturday Morning cartoons, avoiding every memorized creek on the floor and turning the TV to the blue screen of home video mode as soon as it was on so I could turn the volume down when it was already silent; of a teenage boy who once crept out of the house to gleefully streak in the park at night and who snuck back in to silently but vigorously masturbate; of a boy who learned silent orgasms because he shared his room. I knew what I was doing.

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“I think I’ll go for a hike up the mountain a little farther while you boys get the fire going. Carly, want to come with me?”

The question was directed at my younger brother Josh’s girlfriend, who was three years his junior having just turned 18 the week before. Carly and Josh had decided to join me and my boyfriend Brett on our yearly camping trip, and tonight was the first night we’d be spending out in the wilderness. Our tents had already been set up and the guys were getting ready to build the fire we’d be cooking dinner over tonight. After a long day of hiking up the mountain, I needed to take off for a while and relax. I figured Carly needed to do the same, and I was correct when she accepted my invitation.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Carly replied. We both grabbed our backpacks and took off on the little-used trail that wound its way upward.

“Be back in an hour or so,” I called over my shoulder and winked at Brett as he looked up and waved to the two of us.

It was strange how well Carly and I had gotten along on this trip so far. We were as different as night and day, with the only thing the two of us having in common being my brother. Carly was seven inches shorter than my 5’9″, and she was dark and petite while I was blonde and all legs. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown and mine a sparkling emerald green. The one thing I envied most about Carly was that she was all curves. My high, firm 34B breasts paled in comparison to her full 36D chest. My job as a personal trainer kept my body lean and muscular, while she was all soft woman. I could definitely see why my brother was so head-over-heels for her.

Carly and I made small talk as we casually followed the trail higher up the mountain. The trees did little to block out the sun, and between the hike and the afternoon sunshine I was getting pretty warm. I made short work of removing my t-shirt as we continued to walk and talk, until I was wearing only a pair of cut-off jean shorts and my bikini top. Carly quickly followed suit until she was dressed in the same.

As we rounded a corner in the trail I spotted a clearing of sorts in the distance that looked like a good place to rest for a little bit.

“Hey Carly, why don’t we stop and rest for a little bit, and then we can head back,” I suggested.

“Okay, Kate. Sounds good to me,” Carly replied.

I lead the way off the trail to the clearing I had spotted. It was more like a little hideaway than a clearing really. The trees formed an almost perfect circle around a bed of lush grass and the sun shone down and bathed everything in warm light. It seemed as if we had entered another world as we stepped into the clearing.

There was no way I was going to let sunshine like this pass me by, so I quickly took off my shorts and lay down on my back in my bikini to soak up the rays. I looked up to find Carly standing at the edge of the clearing just staring at me.

“Come on, lay down next to me and take advantage of this sun! It’s wonderful. We’ll head back in illegal bahis a little while. I’m sure the boys won’t miss us if we’re gone a little longer,” I said to her.

“Um, okay.” Carly said and removed her shorts as well. She was wearing a much more conservative bikini than I was, and she laid down next to me on the grass. I closed my eyes again but couldn’t fight the feeling that I was being watched. I opened them to find Carly staring at me once again.

“Are you all right?” I asked. “You’re just staring at me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, it’s just…” she trailed off.

“It’s just what? Tell me, Carly. You can be honest with me. What’s bothering you?” I said.

“Nothing’s bothering me. I was just, um…this is kind of embarrassing for me to say, but I was just admiring you. You’ve got a great body. I only wish mine was as perfect as yours.”

I kind of chuckled when she said this. If only she knew that it was her body that I envied.

“That’s all that’s bothering you? I’m flattered Carly.”

“Well, um, that’s not all,” she said and cleared her throat. “It’s just that, well, seeing you laying there in the sun, I, well….I was kind of attracted to you. You’re so pretty.”

I chuckled again and rolled over to face her. “That’s certainly nothing to be embarrassed about, Carly. To tell the truth, I think you have a fabulous body. I’d kill for curves like yours. And to be completely honest with you, I’ve admired your body secretly a time or two,” I confessed. I saw that this brought a sudden flush of color to her face and I knew then that the innocence she exuded was no act.

“Carly, can I ask you something?” I queried.

“Yes, anything!” she said.

“You’ve never been with another woman, have you?” “No, no I never have. I’ve always been curious, but…Have you?” she asked.

“Yes, once when I was in college. But that’s another story. How far have you gone with a man then?” I asked, trying to figure out exactly how innocent she was.

“Not very far. Your brother’s the only boy I’ve ever dated, and we haven’t done hardly anything at all. We’ve kissed, of course, and he’s touched my breasts, but that’s all.”

I smiled at her answer. Carly was a virgin in every sense of the word, and her inexperience was suddenly like a strong aphrodisiac to me. I knew then that I wanted to be the first to introduce Carly to pleasure.

“Come here, Carly,” I said and reached out my hand to help her sit up next to me. “Just trust me, okay?”

She nodded her head and swallowed. I could tell she was nervous about what was going to happen next, and I needed to put her at ease. I reached out and touched my fingertips lightly to her face, brushed her hair back from her neck with my hands, and looked her straight in the eye as my head lowered towards hers and I kissed her softly on the lips. I started slowly at first, just barely brushing my lips with hers until I felt her relax, and then I darted my tongue out to trace the crease of her lips lightly. Without a moment’s illegal bahis siteleri hesitation she opened her mouth to me and my tongue slowly entered her mouth. I explored her mouth in a slow French kiss and it wasn’t long before she was kissing me back completely. My mouth left hers then and I kissed my way across her jaw, around to her ear, down the smooth line of her neck, and then across her collarbone. My arms went around her in an embrace as I did so, and my fingers worked swiftly at the fastening of her bikini top in the back. I caressed her back and shoulders and then slid the straps of the top down and tossed the piece aside. Startled by the air on her skin, Carly made a move to cover herself with her hands but I stopped her.

“No, Carly. Don’t hide yourself. You’re beautiful. I want to look at you, touch you, taste you. If it will make you feel more comfortable I’ll remove my top too.”

“Okay,” she nodded, and lowered her hands tentatively as she watched me take off my own bright red bikini top. Her gaze immediately went to my breasts and I could tell by the look on her face that she wanted to touch me but was afraid. I reached out for her small hand, guided it to my body, and placed her palm fully upon my breast. I then moved my own hand to lightly caress her larger breast and heard her sharp intake of breath when I did so. Her hand on my chest fell away as I pushed her back to lie on the grass and cupped the fullness of her huge tits in both hands. My thumbs brushed across her nipples, instantly bringing them to taut peaks. I squeezed her lightly and continued my slow exploration as my head lowered and I began to kiss all over her luscious ripe breasts. When my tongue reached out to flick one of her nipples she let out a low moan, and when I sucked that same nipple fully into my mouth she cried out and arched her back up off the ground. I then licked my way over to her other nipple while my fingers explored the aching wet one I had just finished with.

A couple minutes later when my mouth ceased its sweet torment on her hard, aching nipples Carly gave a little cry of distress and opened her eyes.

“Shhh, love. Be patient.” I whispered to her. My hands moved to stroke her sides and hips as I eased her bikini bottoms down her legs. When she was lying completely naked I quickly stripped my own bottoms off and moved to lay back down on my side next to her. I began placing wet openmouthed kisses all along her flat stomach as my hands touched every inch of her calves and thighs. I darted my tongue into her navel and was rewarded by another intake of breath. As I kissed the tops of her legs I moved so that I was kneeling between Carly’s thighs.

My hands gently moved her legs a little farther apart and I lowered my head to kiss the dark curls at the top of her mound. I spread the pink lips of her sex with my fingers as I bent to lick the entire length of her slit. When my tongue found her swollen clit she cried out with pleasure and twined her fingers in my hair to hold me more tightly to her. canlı bahis siteleri I licked and nibbled my way down to her wet pussy and lapped up the sweet juices that were dripping from her. My tongue plunged into her cunt over and over as far as it would go. I soon replaced my tongue with one finger and pushed it into her until I felt the thin barrier of her membrane. My God, I thought, she really is a virgin. I withdrew my finger for a brief second and then moved to enter her again, this time with two fingers. I knew what I was about to do would cause her some discomfort, at least at first.

“Carly, this may hurt a little, but it’ll soon be over. Just trust me honey.” Carly just nodded in response and I kissed her mouth soundly. In one swift motion I plunged both of my fingers up into her and felt the resistance of her hymen give way. I kept my fingers completely still inside of Carly for a few moments to allow her body to become accustomed to the invasion. She was so tight my fingers were being squeezed together. As I felt her relax a little, I began to stroke her inner walls with my two fingers. My head lowered once more and I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue.

“Oh, God, this feels so good,” Carly moaned as she writhed in pleasure against my tongue and fingers. Her total abandon turned me on like nothing else and I began to move my fingers in and out of her cunt faster and deeper while still sucking her clit.

“Yes, yes, harder Kate, harder.” Carly begged. I did as she demanded and plunged my fingers into her as deep as they would go. I picked up speed and began to fuck her with both fingers as fast I could go, sensing her climax was near. It took only a couple strokes more until I felt her pussy muscles clench my fingers tighter. I bent my fingers at the knuckles slightly and hit her G-spot perfectly.

“AHHHH!!! I’m coming. God, I’m coming!” Carly screamed as her hips bucked up to meet my fingers.

When the waves of her orgasm had subsided I withdrew my fingers from her and met her gaze as I licked every drop of her sweet cream from my hand. Carly was spent and could only watch in fascination as one of my hands went up to play with my stiff nipples and the other dipped down to tease my own clit. Carly’s total abandon to pleasure had turned me on completely and I now sought my own release. I rubbed my clit in slow circles with one hand as two fingers of the other hand sank into my gaping wet pussy. Carly brought her head up to suck on my nipples as I crammed my fingers in and out of my hot cunt faster and faster. It wasn’t long before I was crying out with my own release and I was laying spent beside Carly, both of us naked and gleaming in the sun.

I sat up suddenly when I remembered how long we’d been gone and that I’d told the guys we’d be back in an hour or so. They’d come looking for us if we didn’t get back soon. When Carly and I were both dressed I leaned over and gave her a long, lingering kiss on the lips.

“Next time we’ll teach you how to bring me to the same pleasure. I’ll have you eating pussy like the pros,” I told her.

“Mmmmmm,” she said with a grin on her face. “I can hardly wait.”

Hand in hand we walked back to camp, both of us dreaming of our next little walk in the woods…

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I was looking forward to going straight home afterwards and having a glass of red wine and catching up on some marking that I’m behind on until the principal came to me on my lunch break, telling me about a situation that happened earlier in the morning before first class.

‘Yeah, bottom line, it was just stupid. But I had to give her detention for it. Would you mind just sticking around for an extra hour after school to be on duty for it? I’d really appreciate it if you could,’ he said, fumbling with his tie. Of course, I really didn’t feel like it, and no one wants to be on detention duty. Working at a public high school can be rather difficult at times since there is so many kids with all very different and strong personalities, but I’m sure that’s the case with every school. Perhaps our school has a bit more of a rough name and title to it, and I can really see why it would at times. Anyway, I was hesitant, but just thought I would say yes in order to help out.

‘Sure- uh, yes, that’s fine,’ I said, slightly disappointed when I found out that my plans of wine drinking and relaxing would now have to be postponed.

‘Thank you, much appreciated. I told her to go to room 137 in the English hallway. She should be there right at 2:30. Thank you again Miranda,’ he said, smiling and leaving out the door into the hallway. I sighed, I wasn’t looking forward to it and already wanted it to over.

The final bell rang and the uproar from the kids sounded as they all left their classrooms, starting for their lockers in a hurry and leaving out the exits. I looked at them in jealously knowing that they were going to be going home or anywhere else but here. But I gathered all my things and put them in my bag, shut off the lights and locked my door, heading to room 137. The attendance list was short for detention as it was only one student, Vanessa Morgan. She sounds familiar, I can’t recall if I’ve taught her or not. I can’t even really seem to make out what she looks like, there’s lots of Vanessa’s and countless students that I encounter everyday. I just hope it goes okay.

When I arrived, the door was wide open and I saw a student sitting in a desk in the middle of the classroom. I walked in and made my way to the front desk, placing my bag down. I pulled out the attendance list and placed it on the desk.

‘Vanessa Morgan?’ I asked, looking at her. She looked up through her eyelashes, slouched over the desk and fidgeting with a pencil between her fingers.

‘That would be me,’ she said rather sarcastically, definitely with some kind of tone in her voice. I have certainly seen her around the school many times, and may have taught her in a split class a few years ago. She had the long black hair, rail thin body, bluish eyes, thick brows, tattoos, a lip and ear piercings. Not to judge, but just looking at her, I thought ‘what a badass’; The type who would be a rule breaker, jumping off a moving train, leaving spray paint and graffiti on the side of old buildings, getting drunk every weekend. Again, not to judge, but she gave me the impression. She had a black leather jacket on with a Blink-182 t-shirt on underneath. Her blue jeans were heavily ripped and she wore black booties.

‘Okay,’ I said, and needlessly checked off her name on the paper. She breathed through her nose harshly and loudly, in a way that came off as annoyed. She tucked in her chair and I realized that she had no papers or binders with her, just a backpack rested against her desk.

‘Well, detention is an hour tonight. So if you have other work or anything, feel free to do so,’ I said before I sat down. I felt so strange being alone with a student who looked total punk when I was the complete opposite. I did have black hair too, but no ink or piercings at all, and just average size. I may be a bit taller than her and if I am, it definitely isn’t by much, and while she had the pitch blue eyes, mine were brown. From the looks of it, her and I wouldn’t be able to connect or talk about a whole lot. She let out a long breath before she spoke.

‘You may not believe me, but I like to be productive during class and get my work done and not do it at home. So I have nothing to do,’ she said, leaning back in her chair, visibly bored. I mentally rolled my eyes, she’s got an attitude and I didn’t want to deal with it. Only I would get stuck with a brat in detention.

‘Okayyy, how about a book?’ I suggested, already fed up and trying not to give back the same tone of voice.

‘Didn’t bring one, and plus I read a lot at home. Guess I’ll just stare into thin air for an hour. Fun,’ she said, again with that sarcastic, ‘get me out of here’ tone. It was very tempting to just send her off and tell the principal that all went well. I tried to ignore her attitude and focus on my tasks.

‘Okay, whatever you like Vanessa,’ I said, looking down to my papers and starting my marking. There were a few moments of silence as I worked through my markings until I heard her push her chair back and rest one of her feet canlı bahis şirketleri on the legs of the desk. Again, she sighed hard, and shifted and turned in her seat.

‘I don’t know why I would get detention for running in the halls. I was promoting physical activity,’ she said aloud. I nearly laughed, and hypothetically speaking, she wasn’t entirely wrong I suppose. But as a teacher, I obviously couldn’t agree with her on that.

‘Why were you running in the first place?’ I asked, looking at her under my reading glasses. She looked up and made brief eye contact with me before she spoke.

‘Well you know, so I could make it to class on time,’ she said smirking, almost shrugging her shoulders, as if I should have already known the answer. She slouched back down over the desk and began playing around with the pencil again, twirling it between her fingers.

‘Well… maybe that’s the issue in the first place, you were running late. My advice, just be more cautious of your time in the future,’ I said, looking back down to my papers and marking in between conversation. She lifted her elbow up and rested it on the desk, placing her chin in her palm. She slightly rolled her eyes and looked towards the window.

‘I don’t know, I’m 18 and in my final year. Shouldn’t I know between right and wrong? I think this was a little over the top,’ she said, still spinning the pencil between her fingers.

‘Sorry Vanessa, it’s a rule that needs to be followed,’ I once again looked down to my papers, finding where I last left off and continued. She was making sounds with her tongue, clicking it against the sides and roof of her mouth, creating loud popping sounds. The noise was rather distracting, and suddenly it stopped before she spoke.

‘So do you think any teachers ever sleep with each other?’ she asked aloud, and I stopped doing my marking, feeling my brows furrow in confusion. I tilted my head to the side before I looked up to her.

‘Um… no, Vanessa. That’s not-‘

‘What about any of the teachers with the students?’ she cut me off, looking at me from across the room. I was speechless and had no idea how to answer these questions. I didn’t think so, but it is true that you really never know what happens. But why would she even think to ask such random, and bizarre things?

‘Again, no, Vanessa. But that’s not an appropriate question,’ I said, rather uncomfortable and very confused. She seemed amused and fascinated by the topic, smirking and having a look of wanting to let out a laugh. She once again tucked in her chair, crossing her legs underneath the desk.

‘My friends and I thought Mr. Roberts and Ms. Thompson were fooling around. I think they’ve made it pretty obvious,’ she blurted with a smirk, completely shameless and speaking without hesitation. I hope I hid my expression because I truly forgot about those two, and they did have an interest for each other. All the staff pretty much knew they were flirty, and possibly doing things after hours and things like that… I wasn’t entirely sure, but it wasn’t completely made up.

‘Vanessa, why don’t you organize your binder and-‘

‘What do you think about it, Miss. Gilmore?,’ she asked. I honestly didn’t think she knew my name, but I was stuck on how to respond and really tried to move beyond it. I shifted in my seat, desperately trying to distract her from this conversation, trying to think of other things to say.

‘It’s not true,’ I said quickly and looked down to my papers to once again hide my reaction. ‘Again, why don’t you organize your binder, look over other notes, something to keep you busy,’ I said, shocked at her talk and behaviour. I may have shook my head in the moment but she stayed still in her chair, still peering over at me from across the room. Her stare was distracting and it made me look up.

‘What is it, Vanessa?’ I asked, fed up and tired of her attitude and outrageous topics of conversation. But she was just sitting and smirking, her blue eyes burning right through me. She opened her jaw to speak.

‘Have you ever done anything with a student, Miss. Gilmore?’ she asked, and I instantly scoffed. Who did she think she was? What kind of kid would behave like this towards one of their teachers?

‘Vanessa, absolutely not. Now enough of these inappropriate ques-‘

‘Have you ever thought about it?’ she asked, again, cutting me off. I never did think of it! Do I just send her back down to the office and have her suspended, expelled? The way Vanessa was looking at me was questionable and made me shift in my seat. She was making me rather nervous as her blue eyes bore into mine from feet and feet away. For an instant her attractive looks came over me, and I instantly shook my head in hopes this would stop. I really didn’t know how to shut her up off this topic. Before I could argue with her once again, she rose from the desk and walked towards the door and closed it tightly. She turned back around with a deep look in her eyes.

My heart started canlı kaçak iddaa to pound as she sat in a desk closer to the front desk now. The door being closed gave the environment around us a too close for comfort kind of feel, and my mind started to race crazily.

‘Can… can you open the door again, please Vanessa?’ I asked, my voice a little shaky from my pounding heart. She looked at me mysteriously, her pitch blue eyes looking straight through me. I looked away, hoping she would stop whatever she was doing, whatever game she was playing.

‘I’ve been told my tongue feels pretty good. Is that something you’d be interested in finding out, Miss. Gilmore?’ she asked, and continued to look right through me. I was shocked, stunned, looking at her in disbelief with wide eyes and a mouth that couldn’t function.

‘Vanessa…’ I said breathlessly. I had to look away each time, because her blue eyes felt like they were starting to create a spell on me. She smiled, running her tongue along her lip piercing. Watching her do so sent shivers down my spine.

‘I’d gladly show you how a tongue should feel like. And you’re pretty hot, so why not?’ she said, raising her shoulders as she once again licked over her mouth piercing.

It felt way too hot in this room. I tugged at my shirt and cleared my throat with force, feeling my face blush by the second. My heart was pounding in my chest and I kept swallowing due to my mouth becoming so dry. I was completely speechless and had no idea how to form sentences anymore as she stood up from the chair, tucking it in the desk. I gripped reality once again as she walked over to me.

‘Enough Vanessa, sit back down before I give you work to do,’ I said with a rather unsteady voice once again, trying to get over the shock from her words. I’ve never been in this situation before, and had no idea how to react or what to do. She stood behind me and comfortably positioned herself behind the chair, holding onto the sides of it. She let out a small breath, and her voice came closer to my ear.

‘I’ll do some work for you,’ she said, placing her hand on my neck and moving all my hair to one shoulder. I was panting heavily as I felt her bend down closer, close enough to feel her breath upon my neck. The feeling gave me goosebumps, and I shivered. I closed my eyes as if this was some crazy dream that I needed to wake up from. But it was as real as it was as Vanessa leaned her head down and pressed her lips against my now open neck.

I gasped at the contact, desperately wanting to move my head away but the feeling of her lips on my neck was almost too nice to turn away. I don’t know how long she was kissing my neck for until I spoke, but when I suddenly realized what was happening, she was still kissing my neck and rubbing my chest gently. I stiffened in my seat, stunned that things had already gotten this far.

‘Vanessa, this is bad- this is crazy,’ I instinctively turned my head away, but she latched her lips to the other side of my neck and continued to caress my chest and sides. I was trying to resist, but her kissing and touching was almost irresistible. I found myself squirming and turning in my seat, becoming more and more aware of my arousal. She was already turning me on, and we haven’t even kissed. The absurdity was almost so much that it brought me to a true state of disbelief.

‘Please – Vanessa, this… this is insane,’ I stood up from my chair, turning to face her. But she was steady with herself and we were face to face. She was smiling gently, and placed a hand to my face, pulling me in. Our lips crashed and I practically melted at the feel of her soft lips on mine. She seemed so experienced for an 18 year old. I quickly and guiltily started to wonder how her tongue would feel like. I pulled back from the kiss, automatically holding her face and looking into her eyes, our foreheads touching.

‘This is dangerous,’ I whispered to her, out of breath and my heart pounding. She kept grinning and her eyes looked fearless.

‘Oh well,’ she whispered back, smiling once again, pulling me back in. I closed my eyes as her kiss took over my entire being. My mind was racing as I quickly realized I was making out with a student, who was also 16 years younger than me. Her touching took over my mind and my knees were growing weak as she started to play with my nipples over my shirt, and it wasn’t long until she pulled my shirt over my head, undid my bra in one quick move and was lapping away at my breasts with her tongue. I bit my mouth hard, squirming my upper body.

‘Oh my God-‘ I gasped, looking down at her lick away at my nipples. I got a good view of her eyes, and they had drops of green in them too. She was smiling cutely at me as she worked her tongue on my chest, and I truly started finding it harder and harder to back away from her. She was making me melt right before her.

‘How am I doing on my work so far?’ she asked, winking at me and licking across my chest. I let out a long breath, shaking my head canlı kaçak bahis in disbelief. All of a sudden she placed her hand inside my pants and started rubbing me through my panties. I couldn’t help but let out a low moan as her fingers worked gently against me. I had no words as she placed me back to my chair, reaching for my pants and pulling them down my legs. I felt guilty as all hell as I was thoroughly starting to enjoy this, and it struck me in this very moment how far it was getting.

‘Vanessa- please- this can’t happen,’ I pleaded, reaching for her. But my pants hit the ground and she reached for my panties next. She placed herself on her knees in between my legs. A look of seriousness came across her face, and she reached up to my face and stroked my cheek gently with her knuckles.

‘I know I’m a bad student, but I wouldn’t do this if I thought we were going to get caught. I wouldn’t do that to you… trust me Miss. Gilmore,’ she spoke gently, and instantly I started to trust those eyes and that voice, when just moments ago I was willing to send her home and get her out of my sight. She kissed my inner thighs sweetly, leaving behind paths of saliva against my skin.

‘Besides, I was just about to get to the good part,’ she said, winking up at me once again. Her previous words ‘I’ve been told my tongue feels pretty good’ kept ringing in my mind and suddenly the curiosity was driving me crazy. I became more curious as the seconds passed, she was so tempting. How on earth did she do this to me?

She inched closer and closer to my slit, making my back arch. I was gripping the handles of the chair as her breath hovered over my pussy now, sending unbelievable sensations throughout my body. Her lips were just about to touch me until I spoke once again, terrified of someone walking in, terrified of getting us both in trouble.

‘Vanessa-‘ I whispered down to her, reaching for her head. The fear in my eyes must have been obvious as she reached back up and touched my neck softly.

‘Trust me,’ she whispered back. I groaned as she took her thumb and licked it until it was glistening with saliva, and she placed it directly over my clit. The contact caused me to jerk and move uncontrollably in my seat, and she began to flick her wet thumb over my clit repeatedly. I was breathless once again and swallowed hard as she slowly removed her thumb, licking her lips and looking at me with intensity.

‘Trust me…’ she repeated, whispering with a raspy voice, and all I could give was a slow and hesitant half nod before she slipped her tongue in between my slit and ran it up and down. I practically cried out; her tongue was smooth as silk and freshly wet with saliva. It was only seconds in and I already agree 100 percent that she is simply amazing with her tongue.

She was moaning gently as she moved her tongue up and swirled her thick tongue over my clit. My legs were already shaking and my vision was starting to blur from the intense feelings she was giving my body. She placed the tip of her tongue to my clit now and traced it so gently. Where did she learn this, I thought to myself over and over. I couldn’t keep my feelings to myself anymore, and started to give out louder moans.

‘Oh- shit- Vanessa, so- so good,’ I mumbled to her, trying my best to make sense as she flattened her tongue over my clit and licked every angle of my clit with her warm and even tongue.

‘Doesn’t that feel good?’ she asked, looking up at me with a smile as she continued with her wet tongue, flicking it gently over my clit. My orgasm was quickly approaching and I had to brace myself, wondering how the hell am I not going to break this chair and keep quiet at the same time. I tried hard not to crumble into thousands of pieces as my orgasm peeked.

‘Yes- like that- Ohhh Goddd!’ I tried to speak in whispers as my orgasm took over and made me jerk and whimper in the chair. A white flash flew over me and it was unknown how many minutes had passed until I saw her face once again, still bent down in between my legs and looking at me with a smile. I caught a breath, speechless, my heart pounding in my ribcage.

‘Your pussy is so pretty, and tastes fucking amazing,’ she said with a sparkle in her eye. I threw my head back, still trying to piece this all together, and still trying to recover from the powerful orgasm she gave me.

‘Vanessa- oh my God- I…’

I was thrown off as she came back up to my face, kissing my cheek then down to my neck. She rose her hand and placed it to my hole, circling it with her middle finger as her index finger held my fold open. I found myself moaning once again as she slowly teased my hole with her finger.

‘I’m going to make you spray everywhere…’ she whispered deep in my ear, and before I could question, she slammed her middle and index finger deep inside of me. I cried out into her neck, holding onto her shoulders tightly as I sunk down in the chair. She pressed her upper body against me for support, thrusting her hand repeatedly towards me.

I was moaning into her skin, kissing and sucking on her neck to keep my moans at a reasonable level. Her fingers felt amazing deep inside of me and she placed her forehead against mine where we looked deep into each other’s eyes.

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Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older. It contains incest and futanaris, without much buildup before the sex scenes start, so if either of those don’t interest you, you would probably be better off reading another story instead. I have some experience in online smut roleplay, but this is my first attempt at writing a story, so please keep that in mind when you post your comments.

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Alice walked in the front door of her home, as she came home from work. She was the definition of what kids today call a “MILF”.

Her long red hair was tied in a ponytail. Her work clothes consisted of a plain white blouse, black skirt that reached her knees, but still showed her long legs, and black heeled sandals. The top few buttons of her blouse were left undone, letting her show off a little of the cleavage between her firm, all-natural DD tits, but not so much that it violates the office dress code.

Alice lives alone, with the exception of her 18-year old daughter, Julie. Julie’s other mom, Lisa, died in a car accident just a few years after Julie was born, so she doesn’t really remember her.

Alice still misses Lisa, but she also often has one-night stands with girls who she picks up at the bar, to satisfy her sexual hunger. Alice is a futa who has always preferred fucking girls rather than guys. Julie, however, is just an ordinary girl, as far as whether güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri or not she has a cock.

Now that she was home, however, she wasn’t going to stay in those clothes for long. She often thinks about what her co-workers might think, if they knew that she’s packing a little something extra under her skirt.

As she walked down the hall to her bedroom, she could hear moaning coming from her daughter’s room. Alice was ready to give her daughter, Julie, a stern lecture about bringing boys home with her and fucking them. However, when Alice peeked into her Julie’s bedroom, she was relieved to see that Julie was alone, but also aroused as she watched her own daughter playing with herself. Alice could feel her cock harden to it’s full length of 10 inches, and push itself against the inside of her skirt. She lifted her skirt, and began stroking her cock, as she watched Julie lay in naked in her bed, pushing a dildo back and forth in her pussy, as she gropes one of her C cup boobs.

“Oh yes, mommy. Fuck my wet pussy.” Julie said, as she continued, which made Alice’s eyes widen like a pair of golf balls. She couldn’t take it anymore. Alice was no longer going to just stand there and watch.

Alice opened the door all the way, and stepped inside the room, which surprised Julie a great deal, so she quickly covered her body with a blanket, not güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri that it did any good. “Mom! W-what are you doing in here?”

Alice smirked as she looked at her daughter, and started taking her clothes off. “You know Julie, if you really want me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.”

“R-really, mommy? You’re not bothered by the idea of doing incest?” Julie moaned softly, as she slowly continued fucking herself with the dildo.

“On the contrary, my dear. The idea that you’re my daughter, rather than just another girl I picked up at the bar, turns me on even more.”

Alice sat on top of her daughter’s face, facing toward Julie’s pussy, and put her cock in Julie’s mouth. Then, she leaned forward, took out the dildo, and licked her daughter’s pussy while she fucked her mouth. They both let out muffled moans,

as they orally pleasure each other. Julie licks her tongue around her mother’s hard cock, as Alice sucks Julie’s clitoris, and fingers her wet pussy.

They’re both so turned on by the experience, that it doesn’t take long for them to cum. Alice forces her cock deep in her daughter’s throat, as she blows her load, and Julie squirts her cum all over her mother’s face just a few seconds later.

Just as Alice pulled out her still hard cock from Julie’s mouth, her daughter was ready to beg for more. “Please fuck güvenilir bahis şirketleri my pussy, mommy. I’ve wanted you for so long, and you obviously want me. Let’s not stop now.”

Alice positioned herself between her daughter’s legs, and rubs her cock against Julie’s pussy lips, teasing her waiting pussy. “Of course I will, baby. From now on, you’re going to be mommy’s little sex slave.” As Alice said that, she thrust her hips forward, ramming her cock into Julie’s tight cunt all the way, then slowly pulling out until only the tip was still inside, repeating that motion over and over.

As Julie felt her mother’s cock inside her, she moaned loudly. “Yes Mommy! I’m your slut! Please fuck me whenever, wherever, and however you want!”

Alice leaned forward, pushing her tits into Julie’s face. “Suck mommy’s big tits, as she fucks you, my daughter-slut!”

Julie happily obeyed. She licked around one of her mom’s nipples, and bit it gently. This turned on Alice even more. “Oh God, Julie! I’m gonna cum again! I’m gonna cum inside you!”

“Yes mommy! Please cum inside my pussy!”

Alice groaned, as she thrust her cock deep in her daughter’s slut hole. The feeling of her mother’s seed filling Julie’s pussy made her cum instantly.

With her cock still inside her daughter, Alice pressed her lips on Julie’s, in a long, deep kiss. As they kissed, they opened their mouths, playing with each other’s tongues. “You’re such a good little girl. We’re going to have so much fun together from now on.”

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Thank you for reading my story. Let me know if you enjoyed it, and if you would like to read more of Alice’s and Julie’s antics.

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