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I watch Slade staring blankly out the window. We’ve been sitting in my truck in complete silence for a couple of minutes, and it concerns me to see him so distracted and unaware.

I wish I knew what was going on in his head. Is he thinking about his parents? Is he thinking about his outburst? His assertion that I should hate him still upsets me. He’s not to blame for last night, I am. I didn’t try hard enough to talk him out of telling his parents. He’s hurting because of me.

Reaching for his hand causes him to jump. Confusion spreads across his face as he looks around. “We’re still here?”

Clearing my throat to loosen my nerves, I say, “Yeah, ’cause I wanted to talk to you first.”

Shaking his head, he says, “Aar, I don’t want to talk about last night.”

“I want to talk about us, Jones,” I tell him.

Slade grips my hand tight. “Baby, we’re fine. Just drop it.”

“I can’t do that. Last night, you blew up at me for saying, ‘I’m sorry’. What if I say or do something else to upset you?”

He closes his eyes. “That was one time. It won’t happen again. We’re good, okay?”

“The way you reacted last night was scary. Jones, I need to know you’re okay.”

With nervous laughter, Slade rolls his eyes. I reach out, grasp his thigh, and give it a firm squeeze. His laughter subsides replaced by a melancholy smile, and he asks, “Why’re you pushing this so hard?”

“I won’t stand by and watch you twist in the wind. I love you too much to let that happen. If it means hounding you until you talk to me. I’m gonna do it,” I say worriedly. “Please?”

Slade clears his throat, exhaling a heavy sigh; he chews on his bottom lip as it quivers. He holds my hand tighter. I entwine our fingers. A look of resolve sets across his face, and shifts to face me. “Let’s talk, but after this, no more, ‘kay?”

Nodding, I reply, “You have my word.”

“I’ve been thinking about how my parents will never accept me or us, and they’re gonna kick me out,” Slade says quietly.

My brows knit together. “He said they weren’t kicking you out.”

Skepticism sets in his eyes. “Mama may not want me gone but Pa does. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if he talks her into it.”

His sad eyes pierce deep into my soul. Sliding closer to him, I run my free hand across Slade’s cheek to his neck. His head falls to my shoulder. I press several light kiss to his ear. “Don’t think that way.”

“I can’t help it. Everything’s broken ’cause of me,” he whispers.

“It’s my fault, not yours,” I state somberly.

His head snaps up. “No, it’s not.”

I reply, “Yeah, it is.”

Slade cups my cheeks, and says emphatically, “Aar, it’s not your fault.”

I brush my shaggy, blond locks from my eyes, and focus on him. “If we’d just stayed friends, if we hadn’t fallen in love, and if we hadn’t gone to the cabin, you wouldn’t have decided to tell your parents. So, yeah, all of this is my fault.”

His nose sweeps across mine, and he kisses me gently. “Aaron, you’re so smart, but that has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say. Baby, I’m glad we didn’t stay friends. I don’t regret falling in love. And for as long as I live, I will never, ever regret going to the cabin with you… never.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t try hard enough to convince you to lie. If we did, things would be different.” Slade shrugs bobbing his head from side to side. Confused by the gesture, I ask, “Care to elaborate?”

“I didn’t listen to you when you tried to be the voice of reason. I never thought about the consequences. I was thinking with my heart instead of my head. I was too far gone for you to talk sense into me,” he continues; his face masked in seriousness. “I wronged you by forcing you into coming out.”

“No, you didn’t…,” I begin, but Slade cuts me off.

“Aar, you said last night I didn’t, but we both know I did. I threatened to breakup with you. It was emotional blackmail. I knew it was wrong, but I said it anyway. Having to deal with all of my crazy while you were thinking about your dad was unfair. You should’ve told him when you were ready. I can’t apologize enough to you for that.” Slade leans in looking me deep in the eyes; he cups my face in his hands. His voice cracks when he says, “Baby, can you ever forgive me?”

I cover his hands, holding on tight. “There’s nothing to forgive. Jones, I’d made the decision to tell him right before you said you’d breakup with me.”

Dejection flashes in his eyes, he wipes his tears away. “You still wouldn’t have come out last night if I hadn’t suggested it.” He shakes his head slightly. “When I think back to the way Pa looked at you it sends a chill down my spine. I would’ve killed him with my bare hands if he’d hurt you.”

Chuckling quietly, I lean my forehead against his. “I would’ve done the same thing.”

We hold each other, whispering back and forth, when Slade makes a surprising announcement. “I’m jealous of you,” he says gently.

“You’re jealous of me?” I ask dumbfounded.

“Your family illegal bahis told you they still love you, mine refuse to talk to me. I’ve tried calling everyone but no one answers,” he says pained. “I need Mama more than I’ve ever had, and she couldn’t care less.”

“Slade…,” I start but I have no idea what to say.

“I’m done talkin’,” he says definitively.

.

“Jones, I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, Aar. I’m sorry, too.” We sit in silence while Slade plays with our hands. Calmly, he says, “Let’s go. We’ve killed enough time. Besides, you have some serious ass-kissing to do for making me talk about my feelings.”

I laugh hard. He looks confused, which only makes me laugh harder. Through gasping breaths, I tell him, “Jones, the ass-kissing is a given. Anything else you want me to do?”

Slade joins in, when he realizes what he’d said. He slides closer to me and asks, “Anything?”

I gulp feeling his hand stroke my inner thigh and whisper, “Yup, just name it.”

He kisses my neck, nibbles my earlobe, and states breathlessly, “I want you, baby.”

I choke out a gasp, and sputter, “What?”

He moans softly, grasps my cock, and licks my ear. “You heard me. I want you to take me… right now… to Charlie’s.” He slides back to his side as his laughter reverberates through the truck.

I sneer openly at him while adjusting myself. “That’s not funny, Jones.”

“Yeah, it is. You should’ve seen your face. It was priceless.”

Sarcastically, I say, “You think you’re so freaking hilarious, don’t you?”

“Oh, I know I am,” Slade oozes. When he sees my not too pleased face, he pinches my cheek. “Oh, don’t be such a Gloomy Gus. It was a joke.”

“I’m gonna get you back. Just you wait,” I growl.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he says shaking his hands in mock terror.

I smile and wink overtly at him, scanning him lustfully from head to toe. “And you should be.”

His hands move down his chest and stomach. “You’ve gotta work hard to get with this.”

With my arrogance proudly on display, I scoff, “Nah, you’ll give it to me.”

“What makes you think I’ll just give it to you?” Slade counters.

“Because you want me just as much as I want you,” I state boldly.

“Eh, maybe, but your odds are better, if we go to Charlie’s,” he says, licking and kissing my neck.

“You’re such a tease. If I knew all it took to get you into bed was to feed you, I would’ve done it a long time ago,” I say, grinning obnoxiously, and he rolls his eyes. “So, Charlie’s, really?”

Slade nods. “Yeah, they’re not busy on Sundays. We can be in and out in no time.”

I clutch my stomach. “Remember what happened the last time we ate there? I think I went through a whole bottle of the pink stuff.”

“That only happened once. C’mon. I’m in the mood for the slaw bomb burger,” Slade whines jokingly.

His giddiness is catchy, and I cave. “Fine, lunch is on me. I’ll even spring for extra fries and onion rings.”

Slade’s eyes widen in mock surprise. “Wait, extra fries and onion rings? Does this mean I have to put out now?”

“I think it does,” I say laughing.

“Okay,” Slade sighs before smiling mischievously.

While parked in front of Charlie’s, I manage to secure a room from a motel that allows 18 year olds to reserve rooms. “We’re all set but check-in’s not for a couple hours.”

“Good. Let’s get in there and get our grub on,” he says hopping out the truck.

Walking inside, the place is virtually empty. We grab a booth in the back sitting across from each other. Our server introduces herself as “Debbie”. She takes our drink order and disappears.

Slade grins and he says, “I should get extra garlic on my burger.”

I lean forward and whisper, “If you want my lips anywhere near yours, nix the extra garlic, but then again that’s entirely up to you.”

He laughs. “You’re such a buzzkill.”

Debbie returns with our drinks. “Okay, boys, what’re you having?”

I point to Slade. He recites his order. “I’ll have the slaw bomb burger with fries: medium, 86 the cheese, with everything, jalapenos, and extra tomatoes, mayo on the side, onion rings, and another order of fries.”

Debbie turns to me. “And what about you, honey?”

Giving her a half-smile, I shake my head. “Nothing for me thanks.” After she leaves, I turn to him, “It’s still weird to me how you’ll eat cheese on everything else but your burger.”

He shrugs. “I can’t help it. It’s been that way since I was a kid. Cheese ruins it.”

“It’s the best part of the burger, you weirdo,” I tease.

He responds with a relaxed tone, “I like what like. And, baby, you should happy you’re on the list of things I like.”

Pouting, I ask, “Just like?”

Slade moves his head side to side. “It could be more than like, but you’re starting to bug me.”

With a wide smile, I reply, “I like you, too.”

A couple arrives sitting at the booth across from us. Out of the whole restaurant, why sit there? We shake illegal bahis siteleri our heads and change the conversation to the upcoming NFL season. We get into our usual debate over the teams who will make the playoffs, and who deserves to win the Superbowl.

Debbie appears with his food. He smiles when she places the plates in front of him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, honey. Let me know if y’all need something else,” Debbie says and walks away.

“That was super quick. Are you sure you wanna chance eating that?” I ask, looking at the greasy mess.

“Um, yeah,” he answers, stacking onion rings on top of his burger. He opens the ketchup, places a large pool on the side of the plate, and dips multiple fries before cramming them in his mouth. I sneak a few for myself. We have idle chitchat as he eats. It’s not long before he takes his last bite, downs his drink, and follows it up with a deep, loud belch. I can’t help laughing. The couple beside us looks over in disgust.

He rubs his belly and smacks his lips. “Damn! That was freaking good.”

“You have absolutely no manners, Jones,” I tell him, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Whatever. I’m going to the john,” Slade says. He quietly calls out over my shoulder. “Debbie, we’ll take the check.”

“Sure thing,” Debbie says. She jots something down and places the check on the table. “Pay up front with the cashier. Thank you for coming to Charlie’s; we hope to see you again.”

“Thanks,” he says standing and heads to the bathroom.

After paying the check, I walk in the bathroom where Slade’s washing his hands. “Are you ready?” He asks looking at me in the mirror.

I nod walking to the urinal. “Just gotta hit the head first.”

He groans loudly, stands behind me, and wraps his arms around me. “I’m about to go into a food coma. Thanks for lunch, baby. I hardly touched breakfast.”

Looking awkwardly towards the door, I say, “I noticed. You should step back before someone walks in.”

I grunt when he tweaks my nipples. “Then hurry up so we can get the hell outta here.”

Peeing quickly, I wash my hands and announce, “Done. I’m right behind ya.”

“Not yet, but you will be,” Slade throws over his shoulder walking out the bathroom.

We sing along badly to Thomas Rhett blaring through the speakers. Out of nowhere, Slade exclaims, “Shit! I left my backpack.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe this,” he says with a loud, exasperated groan.

Reaching out, I run my hand through his hair. “Jones, it’s not that big a deal. We can buy what we need.”

“It’s a waste of money buying stuff we already have.”

“At least, we know we’ll use it,” I say encouragingly, and he just shakes his head.

Ten minutes later, I pull into a packed parking lot of the store closest to the motel. We walk in, and make a beeline to the health aisle. He places everything in our basket.

“We should grab other things while we’re here,” I say, looking towards the food section.

“Okay,” he answers.

As we’re walking, Slade’s sexual teasing is overt and unexpected. Normally, he wouldn’t act this way, but it’s as though he doesn’t care. I push him into an empty aisle. “What’s up with you?”

He looks innocently up at me. “Why?”

“Jones, we still need to be careful. So can you dial it back just a little?”

He sighs and whispers, “I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop. Just don’t be so obvious about it,” I say, heaving a hefty swat to his ass and walking away.

In the refrigerator section, I grab a can of whipped cream, and he arches an eyebrow. “I like the direction you’re going.”

I graze my hand over his when I know no one is looking. “Strawberries or peaches.”

“Peaches. We did strawberries last time,” he replies huskily. I reflect back on that night fondly and smile.

We select some snacks and drinks. As we’re walking to the front, he grabs my hand; pulls me into an isolated corner hidden by a clothes rack, and kisses me. The basket slips from my hand with a thud. My arms wrap tight around his waist with his around my neck.

I manage to say with a strangled whisper, “Do you’ve any idea how bad I want you?”

He grabs hold of my crotch and tugs gently. “Oh, yeah, I think I do.” With a couple quick kisses, he pulls away. “You go first, but leave the basket; I’ll pay for everything.”

I fix my appearance. “How do I look?”

He smiles and says, “Like you’re gonna get laid. Meet me up front.”

I make sure the coast is clear; I kiss him, and scurry away with an awkward gait. Each step has me wishing I could walk through the store naked. I think of anything to relieve the pressure in my shorts to no avail. Standing in the front covering my now semi-bulge with a large cup of soda is no easy feat.

Slade’s in line awaiting his turn. Our eyes lock. I bite my bottom lip seductively. He licks his and scans me over lustfully. Sadly, he breaks the gaze when he steps up to the cashier. Minutes later, we’re canlı bahis siteleri walking hastily out the store and to the truck. He pounces the second we’re inside pulling me down on top of him.

I loosen his grip and say, “Someone can walk by and see us.”

“I don’t care,” he replies, kissing my chin, jaw, and then up to my ear.

“The motel is ten minutes away.”

“Yeah, but thirty minutes before we can check-in, let me give you some incentive for later,” he says, kissing me hard and deep.

Fighting off Slade’s amorous advances is not easy to do especially with his tongue in my ear. He moves his focus to my neck. I can’t curb my moans. The motel’s exit is next, I breathe a sigh of relief and mutter, “Oh, thank God.”

He chuckles in my ear and asks, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You’re nothing but trouble, Jones!” I whine playfully, “Nothing but trouble.”

I pull into the spot closest to the lobby door, and jump out before he can accost me further. I’m here before our official 2pm check-in time, maybe they’ll allow me to since I’m already here.

Much to my chagrin, a system malfunction makes my check-in an aggravating one. I know it’s not the fault of the front desk, so I keep my irritations to myself. Slade and I text throughout the ordeal with us both feeling cheated. Nearly an hour after arriving, my check-in is finally complete.

The clerk smiles warmly and says, “Again, I apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Brooks. Sometimes situations like this are unforeseen, so as a courtesy, I’m charging you for a double bed instead of the king. In addition, here is a voucher for a complimentary two-night stay for two, which never expires.”

Touched by her generosity, I smile appreciatively. “Thank you, ma’am, that’s very kind of you. But it’s not necessary.”

“It’s not a problem, Mr. Brooks,” she says smiling brightly, looking past me out the door at Slade. “I remember what it’s like to be young and in love. We’ve delayed you long enough. Okay. Your room is on the top floor. Go up and turn left, you’ll be five doors down in room 19. The ice machine is a little further down on the right. If you’ve any further questions, call using the phone on the nightstand by pressing the front desk button. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you.” I depart with a respectful nod. Slade’s standing by the truck, drinking a bottle of water, which he hands to me. “We have room 19,” I say, taking a sip.

“I can’t wait to get the hell outta this heat,” Slade proclaims, his irritation evident as he grabs the bags, and leads the way. Reaching the room, he steps aside. I fumble with the keycard but manage to get the door open on the second try.

A blast of cool air greets us when I throw the door open.

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” Slade whoops, dropping the bags on the table. He takes off his shirt, and stands in front of the AC. “That feels so much better.”

I survey the room. The king-size bed looks comfortable; there’s an HDTV mounted on the wall in front of it. There’s a medium-sized table along the wall with the couch lined in front of the window. The smell of disinfectant hangs in the air though it’s not nauseating.

Slade moves away from the AC with a satisfied sigh. I wrap my arms around his waist, and place several kisses to the back of his neck. He leans his head back against my shoulder, kisses my cheek and chin. We rock gently side to side.

A weird feeling fills my head, and even with my eyes closed, it’s intense. I falter but cover by abruptly stepping away from him, and blurt out, “I’m gonna get some ice. I’ll be right back.”

“Hey!” Slade exclaims. “What’s more important, getting ice or me?”

I kiss his forehead, and say, “You, always you, but we need to put the whipped cream on ice. It’s probably on its last leg.”

“Way to ruin the mood, babe,” he says pouting pitifully.

I counter with an annoying whine, “But I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Slade laughs softly. “Ok. Let me borrow your jack knife. I gotta cut these,” he says, holding up the peaches. He places a soft peck to my cheek when I hand it to him, and he walks into the bathroom.

I grab our ice bucket, and step outside. After closing the door behind me, I lean against it. That feeling has to be stress related from last night. There’s no other explanation for it. I push away from the door and head to the ice chest.

As I fill the bucket, I notice another sitting on the side, and I fill that one, too. I walk back to the room and hear Slade’s rich laughter wafting through the air from four doors down. Stepping in the room, I hang the “Do Not Disturb” sign, and shut the door behind me. I see him lying across the bed watching TV.

Placing the buckets on the table, I say, “I can hear you outside. What’re you watching?”

He turns to me. “Some show about stupid criminals. This guy got caught on the fence after he robbed the place, and called 911 to help get him free.” He cackles, and goes back to watching the program.

Rolling my eyes, I grab the cut peaches and whipped cream, and stuff them in one bucket. I move the drinks to the bathroom. Plugging the sink, I place the bottles inside, and dump the ice on top. Voila, we have an instant cooler.

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Adrianne was a quiet girl, you know, that girl in the corner of the library at school with her nose in a book? Or the girl who sat in the back of the cafeteria by herself at lunch. Yea, that was Adrianne. But she was pretty, average I guess. Not hot, or sexy.. cute? Maybe. Adrianne was short, no more than 5’5″; she had bright red hair, simple blue eyes. Her boobs weren’t even that spectacular, 32B, and she had no ass either.

To me though, she was a Goddess, so exquisite, and so clueless. She was my next door new next door neighbour, and I’d seen her for the first time moments ago as we shared the small space in the lobby. My goodness, she was amazing.

I raced back up to my apartment, and locked the door behind me. I couldn’t wait any longer. My shirt came off with ease, as did my shorts. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and a almost ripped off my thong as I threw myself onto my bed. Instantly, my hand was on my pussy and it was dripping wet. Fuck it felt so good, rubbing my clit. I thought about her tongue licking up my pussy juices, and I almost came right there. I shoved two fingers in my pussy and screamed as the feeling felt so amazing. Pumping my fingers in and out of my wet pussy, the orgasm grew more intense.

“FUUUCK!” I screamed as my pussy came, juices every where. I laid there, on my bed, in my pussy juice, deep breathing, envisioning fucking Adrianne. And then I heard a knock which pulled me back to reality. I sighed, got up and put my clothes on as I walked to the door, considering they were strewn everywhere. I didn’t even bother to look through the peephole, unlocked my door and opened it, expecting to see the guy from above me who I’m pretty sure has a crush on me. To my surprise, it was Adrianne, and instantly, my pussy was wet again.

“Is everything okay? I heard you scream as I was going into my apartment,” Adrianne said.

“Oh yea, I’m fine, I just.. uh.. stubbed my toe, hurt like a son of a bitch,” I said, “you’re new here, huh?”

“Yea, I’m Adrianne,” she said, as she extended her hand. I already knew her name from the guy upstairs; they had already gotten acquainted.

“I’m Kelly,” I said as I returned the gesture with a smile, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. So you’re sure everything is fine?”

“Yes, absolutely. I’m just a little clumsy. No worries,” I laughed.

“Okay, well I’m right across the hall if you need anything,” she said, giving me the most adorable smile.

“Thanks,” I replied. I figured now was my chance, so I took it. “Oh hey!” I said, just as she was closing her door. Adrianne turned around, “how would you like to maybe grab lunch tomorrow? I know I really good place around the corner, and seens how you’re new here, I’ll give you a tour or something?” I said.

“Sure, sounds great!” she said, smiling again. ‘Ugh, I want make this girl scream in ecstasy’ I thought, ‘soon enough.’ I returned the smile, “Around 1? I’ll come and get you then?” She nodded in approval and closed her door, as did I. I made my way back to my bed, and off came my clothes again. Adrianne just made me so wet and horny, I needed to get a release. I felt my body, my lovely 36D boobs, my nipples hard and peaked. My hands moved their way across my flat tummy, and found my dripping wet pussy once again. I touched myself, and shuttered with pleasure. Rubbing myself, I began to squirm. ‘I can’t wait to fuck that girl,’ I thought, and the more I thought of Adrianne, the wetter I became and the closer I got to an orgasm. I shoved two fingers inside of me, and finger fucked myself, moaning with pleasure. Then I decided I wanted more; I reached over in my nightstand and grabbed my dildo. It wasn’t anything special, about 7 inches long, it did the trick. I rubbed it up and down my pussy to get it nice and wet. Bringing güvenilir bahis it up to my mouth I licked every drip off of it, loving the taste of my own pussy. Now that it was nice and wet from my saliva, I shoved it inside me, and came instantly. I moaned and squirmed as my pussy juices flowed. “OH MY GOODNESS,” I yelled in ecstasy.

I took it out, and got on my knees. Reaching around me with the dildo, I rubbed it up and down my asshole, and then brought it back to my mouth. ‘My pussy tastes so good, but I bet Adrianne’s tastes better,” I thought about fucking Adrianne with this dildo, making her cum again and again. The dildo was back at my ass, and I shoved it deep into my asshole. “FUCK!” I screamed, “feels so fucking good!” I pumped it in and out of my asshole, faster, deeper. The orgasm grew bigger. “OH MY! I’m cumming!” I yelled out as my pussy squirted everywhere, dildo still being pumped in and out of my ass. I fell forward, breathing heavily.

—

I walked out of my apartment, locking the door behind me, and took the two steps across the hall to Adrianne’s door. Knocking, I waited very impatiently. I could hear as she unlocked her door, “Hey! I’m almost ready, let me grab my purse!” she said excitedly. I waited in the doorway for her, watching her as she walked into the apartment. She was wearing a cute sundress, that came up to just above her knees. It didn’t look like she was wearing a bra, and I hoped she wasn’t wearing panties either. I figured a nice skirt with a lace blouse, and a camisole underneath was fitting, especially since the skirt was a little shorter than it should be for lunch. I was wearing my usual push up bra and thong. Watching as she walked almost made me want to start playing with pussy right there, but I used every ounce of self control I had not too. “Ready!” she said as she came closer. We stepped out, and she locked the door to her apartment.

The entire afternoon was quite pleasant; they ate lunch and then did some shopping. We talked, and got to know one another, and I learned that Adrianne was single, however whether she was straight, gay or even bisexual remained a mystery. Arriving back at the apartment, they said the farewells for the day, and I raced into my apartment locked the door behind me and couldn’t contain it any longer. My skirt was lifted, thong pulled to the side, and my fingers were deep inside my pussy, which had been wet all day. “Oh my, I have got to fuck that girl,” I said as I moaned, “I don’t know how much longer I can take.” I pounded my pussy standing up against the door, and before I knew it, I was cumming, my pussy spraying juices everywhere. “FUUCK!” I screamed, unable to contain myself. I took my fingers from my pussy and licked them clean, as I slouched up against the door. And then, the knock.

I froze, not knowing what to do. Whoever it was heard me as I orgasmed. If it was the guy upstairs, TIm, Tom, I didn’t really care who he was, but I would invite him in, and I could use a good quick fuck. I looked through the peephole. ‘FUCK!’ I thought to myself. It was Adrianne. ‘Had she heard everything?’ I thought to myself.

“Kelly, I know your home. Open up,” she called from outside there door. I quickly fixed my clothes, and did a quick shake-off. Hopefully I could brush it off to something else. I opened the door.

“Hey,” Adrianne said.

“Hi, what’s up?” I asked. Adrianne had a confused but curious look on her face.

“Um, I was coming over to ask if you wanted to come over for girls night on Saturday, I have on once a month, but I heard.. Were you just masturbating at your door?” Adrianne asked. She looked somewhat shocked, but aroused.

I laughed nervously, “Uhm, yea. I won’t deny it. I’m sorry. I’m a very horny person, and well, you make me türkçe bahis very, very horny,” I confessed.

Adrianne took a small step back, and I studied her face. She didn’t look horrified, or repulsed. In fact, she looked somewhat fascinated, and interested. “I make you horny? I’m not even cute,” she said softly.

“But you are!” I said, pulling her into my apartment, “I find you incredibly sexy, Adrianne, you are ravishing! I’d love to do so many things to you!”

Adrianne blushed, “Can I tell you something? I’ve only had sex like three times in my life. With the same guy, but I think I was just his hook up. And I’ve never even considered sex with a woman.”

I smiled, “Well, I’m not going to push you into anything, but I can help with that. I find sex with women is so much more satisfying than sex with men.” I went to the kitchen and pulled down some wine glasses from the cupboard, and a bottle of wine out of the rack. “Lets have a glass of wine and talk it over.”

“It’s only 4:30 in the afternoon, a little early isn’t it?” Adrianne said.

“Not at all, it’s only a glass, and besides, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere, soon to be here,” I said pouring the wine, “Sit on the couch.” I said. I watched her move carefully over to the couch and sit down. She was nervous, but definitely curious. I finished pouring the wine, put the bottle away, and took the two glasses over to couch and put them down on the coffee table. Sitting down, a little too close to Adrianne, I crossed my legs. “So, you’ve had sex 3 times in your life, with the same guy? Was it not pleasurable?”

“Well, losing my virginity to him wasn’t, but the other times were okay I guess. I don’t really know what sex is supposed to be like,” Adrianne said nervously, sipping at her wine.

“Well, sex is amazing, especially with a woman. I’ve had sex with a few different men, with dicks of all sizes, and as good as it is, there is nothing quite like a woman. A woman just knows how to caress you, to touch you, and kisses are so soft and sensual, lips so gentle, and you can’t deny the delicacy of a woman’s body, so beautiful.” I said, looking at her. ‘My goodness she is beautiful.’ I thought.

“Well, I.. I don’t know Kelly. As nice as that sounds, I don’t know if I could ever. I mean, I don’t think I’m that type of girl,” Adrianne said.

“It’s perfectly natural to explore your sexuality. Completely normal. All part of being in your twenties too. And you can trust me, and be safe with me, I’m not going to hurt you, and if you want to stop, that’s all you have to say.” I said. By now, her wine was gone. I could tell she had loosened up a little bit, so maybe this was going to happen.

“I don’t even know you, this is crazy.” She said, looking at me, I could see the interest, even the desire in her eyes.

I made my move. I kissed her, a deep, soft, sensual kiss. And she didn’t resist. I opened my mouth slightly, and invited her tongue to mine. I pulled her in closer, wrapping my hand around her head, and feeling her body with my other. I began to unbutton her sweater as I moved my kisses down her neck. I heard her moan ever so slightly.

“You’re right, this is nice,” Adrianne whispered. She began to feel for the bottom of my shirt, to pull it off, just as I had gotten her sweater off. My shirts came off, as did her dress. She didn’t have much, but what she did have was gorgeous. I looked at her in admiration.

“You’re beautiful, Adrianne.” I said as I began to kiss her some more. Pushing her back on to the couch, I got on top of her, kissing down her neck, her chest, as I reached behind to undo her bra. As her breasts came free, I gently kissed them, Adrianne moaning softly. I began to suck on them, and bite them ever so carefully, as her moans got louder. I güvenilir bahis siteleri looked at her, in her eyes, and I could see that she wanted more. I worked my way down her flat tummy, kiss after kiss, until I came to her panties. I wrapped my fingers under the hemline and slowly pulled them off, as she lifted her hips to help me. I tossed her panties aside, and kissed up her legs until I came to her pussy. It was dripping wet, and it smelled so extraordinary. I spread apart her pussy lips, and flicked her clit with my tongue. Adrianne shuttered, I did it again; this time a moan came with the shutter. She tasted so wonderful and my mouth opened for her pussy. I licked and sucked on her beautiful clit as she writhed in ecstasy. “You taste so good,” I said.

“Oh my, It feels so good, please don’t stop,” she pleaded, as I licked and sucked at her pussy faster. I used my tongue and tongue fucked her tight pussy. “Holy fuck, please, don’t stop. It feels amazing!” she screamed as an orgasm was upon her. I had no intention of stopping for a while, as I had hoped for this moment for 2 weeks. Adrianne orgasmed in my mouth, and her pussy juices flowed. She wasn’t a squirter like I was, but what she did cum I licked it up. I didn’t miss a beat after her orgasm, and with my fingers, I felt up and down her pussy, playing with her clit, and then finally, slowly shoving my finger into her tight hole. “OH MY!” she yelled, as my finger was deep inside her. I pumped in and out, stretching her tight pussy. She may not be a virgin, but she sure felt like it. I put my mouth back to her pussy and sucked and licked her clit more. The louder she moaned, the more i sucked, the more she squirmed, the faster I pumped my fingers.

“Do you like that? Like my finger inside of you, and my tongue on your clit?” I said, as I slowly inserted a second finger.

“OOHH!” she screamed, “Fuck me Kelly, fuck me!”

Adrianna came another 2 times as I finger fucked her, and I licked up every last drop of her pussy juice. She lay there on the couch, breathing heavily as I got up. “Want to taste pussy now?” I asked her. She smiled, and got up. I undid my skirt and let it fall to flow, and sat down. Spreading my legs, I watched her as she took in the sent of my pussy. I was only wearing my thong, and she could see that it was drenched with my pussy juice. I pulled it off and spread my legs wide for her, and watched as she carefully flicked my clit with her cautious tongue. I shuttered with pleasure, “Mmm, just like that,” I said, as she did it again and again. “You’re a natural I said,” as I moaned in ecstasy. She sucked and licked my clit like she had been doing it for years, and it felt so fucking good. “Suck that pussy, baby, fucking suck it. Suck all my pussy juice,” I sad, moaning and squirming as she ate my pussy. “Holy fuck, Adrianne, feels so good!”

She brought her had up, and began to feel my breasts, and felt down my tummy. Her fingers reached my pussy, as she began to play with my clit. “Mmmm, yea” I moaned. Soon, her fingers were inside me while she sucked my clit, 3 fingers pumping in and out of me. “Holy fuck, I’m going to cum,” I yelled. I didn’t tell her I squirted, hopefully she will enjoy the stream of pussy juice going into her mouth. She continued to lick my pussy as she finger fucked me, and I squeeze and played with my nipples. “Holy fuck, don’t stop, DON’T STOP!” I yelled, “Fuck, I’m cumming!” as I squirted all over her face and in her mouth, She opened her mouth willingly as my pussy squirted pussy juice. And when I was done, she licked every drop from my pussy, kissing up my tummy and finally reaching my mouth. Our tongues connected, and I could taste my pussy in her mouth.

“Mmmm, for your first time with a girl,” I said, “You were amazing.” I said.

“i should be thanking you, that was incredible. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out for so long,” Adrianne exclaimed.

“Well, being you’re first time, I wanted to take it easy. Next time, will be even better.” I said, with a huge smile.

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In the weeks following Jennifer’s move, there were periods of adjustment to compensate for changes in schedules, therapy appointments, school and work.

The days were the worst for me. Jennifer and Mom would be at work, and I’d start dinner about four so it would be ready when they got home. A quick meal and Jennifer and I would have to leave for school. When we got home, we were so tired, the sex was less than spectacular. Actually, it almost got non-existent at times. It finally got to Jennifer. We were on our way home from school when she fell asleep at the wheel.

Fortunately, we missed a power pole and wound up in some thick bushes.

“That’s it,” she said. “We have to do something or we’ll be killed.”

We sat down and discussed it with Mom later and Mom told her she had to make a choice. Either cut back on her hours at the hospital or reduce her school work load.

“I can’t do anything about school,” she said, “If I do, Danni won’t have a way to get back and forth. I’ve only got eight more blocks to go and I don’t want to lose out on any opportunities. The sooner I get my degree, the sooner I can make some decent money, and the sooner I can take care of Danni.”

“Take a look at your finances,” Mom said. “If you can make it on less hours at the hospital, talk to your human resources department. I’m sure they’ll work with you. Don’t worry about taking care of Danni until you get squared away. I’m not hurting for money and I’m sure Danni won’t kick you out.”

“I might,” I said. “It depends on whether she tries to kill me again or not.”

“I was so afraid,” Jennifer admitted. “I thought I’d hurt you and just the thought of you not being here made me shake.”

“I’m not hurt, you’re not hurt, the car’s not damaged so stop worrying about it.”

“One thing you girls may have forgotten,” Mom said. “Danni only has four more weeks of therapy so that will be one less thing we have to schedule. She’s getting around without her wheelchair most of the time now so I don’t think they’ll extend the treatments.”

“That would help,” Jennifer said, “although I kind of like the way they torture her down there.”

“The way she was howling the other night, I thought you were torturing her yourself,” Mom said.

I could feel my face turning red. Jennifer had taken me over the top so hard with a new toy that I was crying by the time it was done. As we lay in bed that night, I reached over to smack her on the arm. “I told you Mom would bring that up,” I said.

“You could have asked me to stop,” she said.

“Would you if I asked?”

“Probably not,” she said, “but you can always ask.”

“God, I was so embarrassed,” I said. “I need to start wearing a gag or something.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” she said. “Maybe we should order one.”

“Maybe,” I said, “or maybe you just need to stop torturing me like that.”

“No way,” she said. “I love it when you come that hard.”

“That’s because it isn’t your gut that’s being ripped out. I don’t think my anus will ever be right side out again. I had cramps twice that night in my legs and when I tried to wake you up, you just shoved me away. Next time, I’ll give you charley horses in both legs and we’ll see how much you love it.”

“Wah, wah, wah,”, she said. “You loved it and you know it.”

“I won’t be an invalid forever you know,” I said. “One of these days I’ll be the one on top and we’ll see how hard you can come after I hold you down and toy with that pretty pussy without letting you come for a couple of hours.”

“I can’t wait,” she said.

I got up and went to the bathroom but while I was in there, I put on my new strap-on. The vibe I selected was a wicked looking nine inch cock with long slender clit fingers at the top. They weren’t as firm as some we have but they looked like they’d drive her insane, and since that was my goal, it should be fun. I layered on a good coating of lube and walked back into the bedroom. She was on her back, looking at a magazine when I went in. I don’t think she even saw what was coming because I kind of slid onto the bed and between her legs like I was going to eat her out. She put the magazine down and spread her legs real wide so I started licking into her while I rubbed into her clit with three fingers.

‘Oh baby, I love you,” she said, as she started pushing her pussy into my face.

I slid a finger into her, and added another without letting up on my tongue work until she was whimpering in need and then I stopped.

“What are you doing?” she whined. “Don’t stop now. Oh god, honey, don’t stop now.”

I looked down at her as I put the head to her lips.

“What the hell?” she asked, just as I pushed it into her.

“OH FUCK” she yelled.

“Do you still think you can torture me like that?” I asked as I started a steady stroke, going about half way in before pulling it back for illegal bahis the next stroke.

When I pushed it in and held it against her, she squirmed like she was trying to get away from the clit tickler, and every time she showed signs of being ready, I pulled it completely out and held it away from her for a few seconds before I buried it in her again.

“All right, all right,” she said. “I surrender. Oh god honey, don’t do this to me. Please baby, I’m begging you. Let me come.”

I pushed it back in again, but this time, I drilled her with rabbit like thrusts as fast as I could. She started beating her hands on the bed, and her hips came off the bed so I pushed it in deep, held it, pulled back, and buried it again. She absolutely fell apart. Her hands fisted into the bedding and her face got red as she tried to fight it. When the veins in her neck swelled, she buried her face in the pillow and screamed. When her orgasm hit, her body went wild, taking me all over the bed and nearly onto the floor as she literally gushed, almost squirting her come onto the bed. The spasms in her thigh muscles didn’t want to let up and when they did, her stomach muscles took over. Wave after wave swept over her as she grunted and groaned with her eyes tightly closed. Sweat beaded on her face and chest and I started to worry about her but she inhaled loudly and slumped back onto the pillow.

I got hot cloths to apply to her thighs to calm the stress and slowly massaged them until I felt them relax. Then I lay down next to her and kissed her everywhere I could reach.

By that time, the cloths had cooled so I wiped her face and chest, kissing each nipple as I did.

For the longest time, she didn’t speak to me, but I saw her watching me so I knew she was faking it.

“Girl, you are one vindictive bitch,” she finally said.

“You know what the say about paybacks, honey,” I said.

“Are you sure my pussy’s still there?” she asked.

“I thought it would still be shaking,” I said.

“Oh, is that what’s going on down there? I thought we were having an earthquake.”

“Do you want me to get the shower going?” I asked.

“I’m not moving from here,” she said. “I have to wait for all the pieces of my body to come back.”

“Let me see if you’re clit’s all right,” I offered.

“Oh my god, don’t touch me down there,” she cried.

I smiled as I lowered my head to kiss her there tenderly. She wasn’t kidding. It was so sensitive I think I could have brought her off with a single lick.

Eventually, we showered and changed the bedding before dropping to the bed to fall asleep with our bodies intertwined.

The next morning, there was a note on the table from, Mom. “Thanks for the entertainment last night. I think I’d better get some new toys soon. I’ll be home late so don’t wait dinner for me.”

“Guess what she’s getting for her birthday,” Jennifer said.

“You’re going to be late for work,” I reminded her.

“I have an appointment with human resources at nine,” she said.

She wanted to know how I’d managed to hide the strap-on from her and I told her it had just arrived that day. I didn’t tell her about the other things in the box.

“Did you hear your mom come in last night?” she asked.

“Now that you mention it, no, I didn’t. I wonder if she even came in at all.”

She went to look in Mom’s room and came back with a huge smile on her face.

“The bed wasn’t slept in and her clothes from yesterday are all over the bed except for one thing.”

“What’s that….oh wait, let me guess. No panties, right?”

“She must have donated them,” she said.

“Looks like Mom got her hair curled last night and it wasn’t the hair on her head.” I said.

“Good for her,” she said.

“No kidding,” I said. “Way to go, Mom.”

When she came home from work, I was ready for school so we grabbed a burger on the way to school. As we drove, she told me that the hospital was cutting hours anyway so they were more than willing to work with her. She still went in at eight but now she would leave at one and on therapy days, she didn’t have to go in at all. Now I could stop worrying that she’d fall asleep at the wheel again.

When we got home, Mom was on the phone and as we walked in, she turned away from us and whispered something and quickly put the phone down.

“Young lady,” I said, “do we need to have the talk about curfew again?”

She flushed and walked into the kitchen. “I’m sorry,” she said.” I guess time got away from me.”

“Time and a certain item of clothing,” I said. Jennifer gave me a sharp warning look but I ignored her.

“Why didn’t you clean my room while you were in there snooping around?” she asked.

“We weren’t snooping,” I said. “Jennifer just went up to be sure you were all right. I guess it’s a good thing you had somewhere to stay.”

“Danni!” Jennifer illegal bahis siteleri said.

“It’s all right, Jennifer,” Mom said. “She’s sounding just like I used to.”

“No, really,” I said. “I’m happy for you, I truly am, but don’t come crying to me when you come home pregnant.”

“Oh shut up,” she said.

Lying in bed later, Jennifer gave me hell.

“You heard her,” I said. “It didn’t bother her. I just hope the guy is good to her and isn’t just using her.”

“Or woman,” she said.

“Get out,” I said. “My mom? You have got to be kidding.”

“Why?” she asked. “It could happen.”

“Yeah, sure, and so could world peace.” I replied, but she’d planted the seed of curiosity in my mind and whenever I woke up during the night, I wondered about it.

Thursday, she was home at noon. I thought maybe she got laid off or maybe just laid, but I didn’t know.

As soon as Jennifer got home, she wanted us to go shopping with her. Hey, I’m always up for shopping so we got ready and left before she could change her mind. She left us to shop while she headed down the mall. About a half hour later, Jennifer nudged me as we sat in the center, sucking on a slurpee. She pointed toward one of the shops and I saw Mom just going in. A quick glance confirmed my initial thought. She was going in to one of the hottest erotic wear sights in the state. My mom. Who’d have thought I’d ever see that. The temptation was strong to slip over there to see what she was buying but I wouldn’t want her to do it to me so I stayed put.

When we got ready to leave for school, she was on the phone but she covered the mouthpiece and told us she probably wouldn’t be home that night. Wow, she was really into this guy or woman, whatever. I told her no problem and we left.

“Ten buck says it’s a woman,” Jenn said on the way.

“Sorry,” I said. “I don’t like the odds.”

“I know how we can find out,” she said.

“Does it really make a difference?” I asked. “Isn’t it enough to know she’s happy, at least for a while?”

“I suppose,” she said. “After all, look at what she’s done for us.”

“Actually,” I said, “I’m pretty sure it’s a woman and I think it’s our fault.”

“What are you talking about,” she asked.

“The way we get so loud, honey,” I said. “I think she’s missing that in her life and the fact that its two women getting it on might have gotten her thinking about it.”

“Maybe, or maybe not,” she said. “It makes sense. Who would she turn to? Someone from work?”

“Not someone that works directly with her.” I said. “That would be too risky, but someone associated with her job either way. She doesn’t date and very seldom goes out. When she does, it’s a show or dinner and she’s always home by ten or eleven.”

“Danni. Hello in there. She didn’t stay out later because you would have been home alone. Along comes Jennifer and she starts dating. Simple as 1-2-3.”

“I know,” I said. “She gave up so much for me after the accident. Sometimes I feel so guilty, even though I know none of it was my fault. I feel like I’ve cheated her out of almost a year of her life.”

“No, honey,” she said. “You most certainly did not. That stupid reckless inconsiderate ass hole of a car thief cheated both of you out of a year of your life, and in your case, he cheated you out of more than you’ll ever know.”

“I know but I wish I could make it up to her some way.”

“Honey, listen to me, that day will come, I promise you. From the bottom of my heart, we will find a way to let her know how much we both appreciate her.”

When we got home from school, we went through the mail to find a letter to Jennifer from her mother. I watched as she read it, looking for some clue as to the tone of the letter but other than a pause a couple of times, as though she were trying to fight off a tear, she was pretty hard to read.

She folded the letter and sat with her eyes closed for a while. I decided that the best thing I could do was to leave her alone so I went to the kitchen for iced tea. With two tall glasses, I went back into the living room and handed her one.

“You don’t look happy,” I finally said.

She shook her head and took a sip of tea. “She wants me to come home for a few days to talk things over,” she said.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.

“Danni, my mom and I haven’t been what you’d call close for a long time. A lot of it was my fault, I know. I just sort of drifted for a long time and she never approved of my friends, my dates, my way of dressing, or anything else.”

“Did you get along with your dad?” I asked.

“They got divorced when I was thirteen,” she said. “I haven’t spoken to him ten times since then and it’s usually just hi, how are you, etc. etc. He doesn’t know how to be my dad. He married another woman less than a year later and it’s working fine because she can’t have canlı bahis siteleri any kids. I guess they’re happy together and I’m happy for him.”

“Are you going home then?” I asked.

“You know I can’t, Danni. I can’t just take off from school and work to spend time with her.”

“Are you going to call her?” I asked.

“Not now,” she said. “I have to think about what to do.”

“I guess she doesn’t know about us then.”

She shook her head. “What would I tell her, Danni? Guess what Mom, you were right. There is something wrong with me. I’m in love with another woman and we’re living together.”

“It doesn’t have to sound that way, Jenn. You don’t have to tell her everything. You don’t have to tell her anything at all. You should at least call her and acknowledge that you got the letter and explain why you can’t do what she’s asking of you.”

“I know, honey, and I will. Just not right now.”

“You know I’m going to nag you till you do, don’t you?”

“I know,” she said. “Don’t say anything to your mother about it though, please.”

“I’ll give you a week to tell her yourself.”

Nothing else was said about the contents of the letter and we just went on about our usual thing, speculating about Mom’s love life.

That night, we lay together, just touching and stroking over arms and faces, kissing and holding our bodies together. I was spooned into her at one time when she got up to go to the bathroom. I heard her opening and closing drawers and smiled. I knew what she was looking for and it wasn’t in there. It was in my closet in a shoe box, under some other shoes.

“I’ll tell you where it is,” I said, “if you ask nice and convince me you love me enough.”

“Never mind,” she said. “I’ll just have to forget about making love to you tonight. That’s all right because I was getting a bit sleepy anyway.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” I said. “It’s in the brown shoe box in my closet, but you can’t use the toy I used on you. It’s a special Jennifer only toy.”

“I’m sure I can find something in my collection that will do just fine,” she said.

She fumbled around in both closets and came back wearing the harness but there was no dildo or vibe attached to it. That part, she hid from me.

“No way, baby,” I said, sitting up quickly. “Anything you plan on doing to me has to be something I’ve seen or used. After what I did to you, I don’t want to take any chances.”

“It’s nothing special, sweetie,” she said, pulling a blue dildo from behind her back.

It was one we’d used before, about eight inches in length and about one and a half inches around. I watched as she snapped it on, and when she took hold of my feet and slid me down, I didn’t resist. For several minutes, she licked and sucked on me, chewing on my clit enough to get me close without giving me any satisfaction. When she slid it into me, I was so wet it slid all the way in without stopping and it felt so good as she moved it in and out in slow strokes. Once again, I got close and she stopped before starting again. She lifted my knees high to get deeper penetration, something I love, and the strokes got a little faster and a little more forceful until I told her I was close. She pulled it out and held my hips off the bed. I was begging her to let me come and then I felt the head brush over my anus.

“No, you don’t,” I said, trying to get away from her. With my hips high off the bed,though, she had me pinned to the bed with just my shoulders and upper back making contact with the bed. The next thing I knew, the head slipped into my ass.

“Easy, baby,” I said, knowing she wasn’t going to stop. “Take it easy. That hurt.”

“Just relax, sweet cheeks,” she said. “You’re going to love it, I promise.”

With a smooth, even pressure I felt it move into me, deeper and deeper. She paused several times to let my body accept it but she didn’t stop until she was all the way in and her thighs were against my ass cheeks. I won’t lie to you, it hurt several times and I almost made her stop, but once it was in, she just held it in there and moved her hips enough to cause some movement in my bowels.

“Take it easy, honey,” I warned.

She began long, slow strokes, as she brought me to not only accept it, but start to enjoy it some.

“You can go a little faster now,” I said.

She gradually picked up speed while I rubbed over my clit with my fingers. I was getting close again and the moans and groans I was making let her know so she went faster and more forceful until I was grunting with every thrust. When I came, she rammed it deep and held it there, grinding her body into my ass.

I don’t know how to describe that orgasm. It hurt, it felt beautiful, it nearly killed me, and when it was over, I was sure I’d be shitting in a bag for the rest of my life.

She took it off and went into the bathroom to clean it up. When she came back, she had wet cloths and towels which she used to clean me up.

I had the strangest yearning as we went off to sleep, spooned together. I could feel it in me and I almost went to get it to put it back in there but I fell asleep instead.

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Well, about 2 weeks later, we got in contact with Richard, and asked him for a convenient time for us all to meet again. Richard was very anxious to meet us again. So, we agreed to meet this time atop a parking deck in our town.

This parking deck is 10 floors tall, and is open 24 hours a day. Only the lower floors are occupied during the day. At night, the entire parking deck is very sparce with cars. If someone was to drive to the top floor, and you were on the top floor, you could hear them coming for at least a few minutes, as the curves around the pillars coming up the deck would slow you down quite a bit. The sound of a car engine would echo up through the deck to the top floors. Well, you get the idea. It is a safe place to play around, and if the sound of a car is heard, you would have plenty of time to get dressed before they could reach the top floor. I had, in the past, had a couple experiences there. they were very memorable! So, Richard agreed to meet us at the entrance, and we would take one car to the top. Late at night, there is no attendant at the booth at the entrance to the deck.

The night came, and we drove to the deck and saw Richard already waiting in his car near the entrance. He parked his car close, and got in our SUV. I could tell that he was very anxious to get things under way. I was a little nervous, as I hadn’t sucked another guy’s cock for at least 12 years! Louise seemed very anxious herself to see this happen.

After a few minutes, we got to the top. It was a perfect night, as it was about 75 degrees, and clear skies. My cock was already hard just thinking about what was about to happen. It was my turn to suck his cock. We stopped near a concrete wall that was about 2.5″ tall with a guard rail on the top of it. We all got out of the SUV. I kind of took over, and told Richard to go over next to the wall with his back against it. I looked over at Louise, she smiled and told me to proceed.

I told Richard to take his shirt off. I wanted him TOTALLY NUDE in front of me. After he got his shirt off, I moved güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri over in front of him, and started to take his belt loose. After I got his belt loose, I unsnapped his pants, unzipped them, and slid them, along with his underwear, down, until they were completely off. There Richard was, in front of me, totally nude. His cock was rock hard. I told him I wanted his cock to get soft before I do a thing with it. So we talked for a few minutes, and pretty soon, it softened up. His cock was probably 6″ long, soft, and he had a nice pair a saggy balls, that I couldn’t wait to lower into my mouth! At this time, I put Richard’s clothes in front of me, on the ground, to pad my knees, as I lowered myself down on them. I took his soft cock in my hands, and just enjoyed the feel of its weight. His cock was average thickness. He had shaved the shaft, and it felt very smooth. Louise’s eyes were glued on us, as she got up in the back of the SUV, with the hatch opened, and got comfortable. I could see that she was starting to get naked herself as she watched, very excited, at the two of us.

Louise had remembered to bring some flavored lubricant, and asked me if I wanted some. I said yes, and she threw it over to me. The back of the SUV was only about 8-10 feet from Richard and I. Louise wanted to be able to watch us closely and be comfortable herself laying out in the back of the SUV.

I opened up the lotion, and squirted out a liberal amount in my hand. I then smeared it on the other hand, and grabbed Richard’s cock. As I rubbed the lotion onto his cock, I looked up and saw Richard tilting his head back and moaning with pleasure. I coated his cock generously with the lotion, and squeezed his balls with some of it. As I stroked his cock more, and more, it grew to it’s full length. I am 6.5″ long, and I know that Richard’s cock was at least 2″ longer fully erect.

Man, his cock was sooooo long! I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have that enormous cock in my mouth! I brought my head down to his cock and took my güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri tongue and swirled it around his beautiful head. Then I took the head of his cock and closed my mouth around it. I put some suction on his head and just enjoyed the feeling of it in my mouth. Then, I lowered my mouth further, and further down the shaft, until I felt it press against the back of my throat. There was still about 1.5-2″ of his cock left to go before all of him was in my mouth. At this time, I knew that I was going to have to open my throat as much as possible to take all of him in. I backed off of it a little, and took his saggy balls in my left hand, and grabbed them. Then I grabbed the shaft with my right, and thrust his cock deep in my mouth again.

This time, when it tried to stop at the back of my throat, I wedged it down my throat, moved my right hand off of it, and touched my lips to his hairy skin at the base and kept it there for a few seconds. Success, I thought to myself. Louise had sat up and was staring with amazement, as I had this long cock ALL in my mouth. She then laid back and started rubbing her pussy fiercely, still watching us very intently. She was getting close to cumming, as I could see her body bucking all over. Seeing her this close to cumming just made me want to suck Richard’s cock that much more.

Richard was telling me how good it felt as I slid his long cock in and out of my mouth. I came back off his cock after a few minutes, and lowered my head to his balls. I first took one in my mouth, sucked on it, and then took the other in my mouth. What a mouthful! Richard’s balls sagged down at least 4″ from the base of his cock, and were about as big around as walnuts. As I drenched his balls with my saliva, I stroked his cock, and ran my other hand over the back of his thighs, and his ass cheeks. I looked up at his cock and saw some pre-cum try to drip out. I stuck my tongue out and caught some on the end of my tongue. I took it in my mouth , and enjoyed the sweetness of it. I looked up at Richard, güvenilir bahis şirketleri and told him it tasted so good in my mouth. I looked over at Louise, and told her to look closely, as I was going to milk Richard’s cock until I get some more to taste.

She raised up quickly, and seemed very eager to see this. I grabbed his cock at the base, and squeezed it firmly, as I brought my hand closer, and closer toward the end of it. As my hand was almost at the end, I saw another drip form. I stuck my tongue out, putting it about an inch below his cock, and took my other hand, and closed it around his cock also, at the base, and squeezed as I brought it to the end of his cock also, and this made a lot more come out. By now, there was a thick stream coming out, and it touched my tongue. I pulled both my hands over the end of his cock, and broke off the stream of it so it would all drop on my tongue.

As it all dropped on my tongue, I left my tongue stuck out and let Louise see it first, then I took it in my mouth, and savored the sweetness of it before I swallowed it. Right at that moment, Louise let out a loud moan, and came violently. I took Richard’s cock back in my mouth, and started working on it, and his balls, with greater intensity. I wanted to have his cum in my mouth now! After a few minutes, I could tell that Richard was getting close. I was so eager to swallow him. I pulled his cock out of my mouth just long enough to tell him to give me his cum. This must have done it for him, because when I took it back in my mouth, and went all the way down on it, he told me he was going to cum.

Right then, I felt his cock thicken in my mouth. I quickly backed off of it, just far enough to leave about a 1″ gap between it and my mouth, stuck my tongue out, looked up at him, as he exploded across my tongue. I slightly gagged as a large amount of his cum hit the back of my throat. Regardless, I swallowed all of it. As I squeezed every drop of it I could from his cock, I moaned with pleasure. Richard moved to the side, and made a couple steps over to the tailgate of the SUV, as it seemed that his knees where a little weak. I must have done a good job, I thought. Louise smiled from ear to ear, as she praised us on a job well done.

Next time, I wanted to have Richard on a bed, in a 69, with us both savoring each other’s cocks for hours!!

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When I told you about my slave shopping Saturday (see Alex Goes Slave Shopping), I mentioned a little about Abigail and Tommie’s wedding. I thought you might lie to know a little bit more about our customs and traditions here on the Lemon planet.

Well, like everywhere, people get married when they love each other, want to be together, and want the world to know. Unlike other planets, there are no rules and regulations about who can marry whom, no minimum period of notice, no designated people who can perform the ceremony, and no recriminations if the couple decide to part. The only rule is that the union must be based on sexual attraction, and that a sexual Witnessing must take place. Depending on the number of friends and family a couple has, there is a threshold number of orgasms that must be achieved at the wedding-orgy before the union is considered made.

In Abigail and Tommie’s case, the orgasm threshold was 30. Of course that includes guests! Abigail and Tommie weren’t expected to reach that on their own. Not the first day, anyway!. Oh, boy, I hope you didn’t think that. You’d have to laugh wouldn’t you!

Abigail was my sex slave when she met Tommie. Abigail was a junior college student when she came to serve me, sexually experienced but hungry to capture every moment her studies allowed. In fact it was part of her study. She was majoring in physiology, with special focus on the clitoris and she wanted to allow her own clit to experience as much sexual stimulation as possible by way of grounding her studies. I had promised to ensure she orgasmed at least twice a day, and to introduce her to as many sexual practices as I could, and in return, she was happy to take prime responsibility for sating my sexual appetite. Actually, Abigail was more than a slave. She was like a sexual butler, organising the fuckfun in my life. If Abigail wasn’t servicing me herself, she was making sure I got my fuck-quotient somehow.

Some nights Abigail and I would go down to our favourite waterfront bar and she would lapdance with the dykes. I loved it when she excited those stitched up business girls who hadn’t had a good shag for months, or even years. Some were so busy climbing the corporate ladder they had forgotten their birthright – the right to freedom of sexual expression. Other times she played the whore, the vamp, the dock-side slut and required me to “rescue” her from the hands of those who might take advantage. Of course, we always ended our nights at the bar with a floorshow for the punters. Abigail would start to nibble my tits, and before you knew it, I was sitting on the pool table with her face between my legs! Pretty tame, you might think, but I can assure you there were times canlı bahis when we prompted a full scale orgy worthy of the most popular nightclubs.

Then came the time Abigail decided to take up mud-wrestling. Obviously she was in the femme division, but while down at the pits she met a Bull Dyke champ called Tommie.

Tommie is tall and well-built, all muscle. She has thighs that would crack nuts (if she so desired) and upper arms that can support her above a lover while thrusting her dildo for 45 minutes at a time! She was soon wrapping those arms and thighs around Abigail whenever she could, and Abigail was well and truly enraptured. She told me she had always wanted a lover who was prepared to lead by her cock. Tommie never went anywhere she wasn’t packing that enormous piece of silicon. My friend KaneAnn, the tattoist-piercer said she saw Tommie ravishing Abigail amongst the radishes at the market on more than one occasion. Of course, this wasn’t anything anyone hadn’t seen before, but for Abigail it meant she was in a constant state of cum. She never totally neglected her slave duties, but it became obvious she needed her sleep! Sometimes she begged me to prevent her cumming so she would be frustrated and needy for Tommie!

And so it came to pass that Abigail and Tommie decided to get married. This meant they would commit themselves to each other at a wedding orgy. Don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t have to mean you stop fucking anyone else, but it becomes something you discuss with your commitment fuckpartner as well.

KaneAnn is such a romantic. She loves wedding orgies. She gave the happy couple their favourite wedding presents – new tatts and jewelry. As I think you know, when Tommie fastened the gleaming new diamond and platinum clit ring through Abigail’s hood, KaneAnn’s pride knew no bounds. She beamed and masturbated in her leather chair, situated, as the ring-bearer traditionally is, at the left hand side of the matrimonial fuck-lounge. She orgasmed at least three times as Tommie offered her recently tattooed mound to Abigail – contributing 10% of the required orgasms just during the ring ceremony!

Abigail was radiant in a sheer slip dress – well, a sort of chemise, really. It was cut under her tits, so her nipple rings glinted throughout, and came to a half inch above her ass and cunt. When she turned, the bare flesh of her delicious asscrack was just visible – leading your eye, and Tommie’s hands, upwards. Her pussy bush was groomed and woven with gold thread, so glinted and flashed seductively. Her long glossy black hair was swept up in a French roll and held in place with a gold clasp. By the end of the ceremony, her hair was swinging loose, brushing her tits and bahis siteleri sweeping over Tommie.

Tommie wore a brand new leather cummerbund with her black satin trousers. The cummerbund doubled as a restraint when taken off and tied around Abigail’s wrists to hold them together. Tommie was naked on top, the tattoos adorning her rippling muscles and firm breasts proudly exposed. During the climax of the ceremony, she stepped out of her trousers so she could offer her shaved but tattooed mound to Abigail. When KaneAnn offered to do that tatt, Tommie hesitated at first, having never shaved her pubes before. But she realised she regularly shaved her head to its fine dark stubble, so she went to the barber and had an “all over”.

My role was to give Abigail away to Tommie. I was proud that she acknowledged in the speeches that in the past 4 years I had been responsible for adding essential practical experience to her mainly theoretical clitoral knowledge, and that as a result she was awarded a masters degree summa cum laude. With Tommie’s support she was headed towards a doctorate in orgasmology. Soon she would be a full professor of fucking – the most lauded of honours on our planet.

The wedding itself was a joyous event. Tommie and Abigail were both “orphans” in the sense that their mothers had all chosen to go into closed orders of contemplative fucking nuns. That meant that they could only witness and experience sex within their communities, thus excluding them from the festivities. All four mothers sent their love and assured their daughters they were happy and fulfilled, the numbers in their orders were growing and so there was always a renewal of fucking partners. So apart from KaneAnn the ring bearer, the celebrant and me, they invited 11 of their closest friends each to the orgy. Beyond that an orgy can become a bit big, unless you have a large enough space to accommodate them all. I had offered my mansion, but Abigail preferred an intimate occasion in her college orgy-chapel. Tommie of course acceded to Abigail’s every desire.

Tommie was already reclining on the huge fuck-lounge in the centre of the chapel when Abigail arrived. Tommie was idly tracing the dragon’s tail that coiled across her tits, and chatting with the guests. Abigail appeared like a radiant vision in the doorway, and was led towards the couch by me by a leather lead attached to her collar. I was wearing my leather trousers and jerkin with the cut outs for tits, ass and cunt. As we approached the fuck-lounge, she dipped her head and in a last act of possession I pulled her mouth onto my nipples which I pushed together and rammed into her red-lipsticked mouth, at the same time frigging my clit and pumping my bahis şirketleri fingers in and out my own cunt. She sucked and kissed and nibbled my nips, leaving red marks all around. I threw back my head and experienced my last cum with her in this relationship of Mistress and Slave. Next time, if there was one, she would be a Partner. I then reapplied her lipstick and finally unfastened the collar, thus symbolically releasing her from her servitude towards me.

Abigail was then helped onto the fuck-lounge by Tommie. They were asked by the celebrant if they were sure they wanted to become partners and enter the state of unholy matrimony. They moaned their assent, and promised that before fucking anyone else they would consult their partner. They promised to bring up any children they might have within the ethical framework of our society.

Now was the time for the ring ceremony. Abigail’s chemise was pushed up to her belly, and she spread her legs. Her whole sex-rose was fully displayed, the delicate layers of labia lips unfolding like a spring rose. KaneAnn handed the clit ring to Tommie, who had practiced on lifelike models for this occasion. She gently removed the temporary ring that had been inserted some weeks before and replaced it with the magnificent diamond and platinum hood ring symbolising their union. KaneAnn checked it was fastened properly, and Tommie knelt before Abigail and lick-flicked her clit. She rolled it in her mouth, tonguing the ring, placing the tip of her tongue through it and pulling gently. Abigail moaned and fondled Tommie’s crewcut head, pushing her mouth more urgently onto her sex. Tommie’s tongue explored Abigail’s tunnel while she sucked her clit. I noticed that several other witnessing couples had their tops undone or off and were playing tit hockey. At this time convention precludes guests from any cunt contact.

Before too long Abigail came in a shudder and a low moan. Now it was Tommie’s turn. Tommie is a Bull but not a Stone. She loves to come with Abigail. She unzipped her trousers and abandoned them, and presented her shaven tattooed mound to Abigail. Abigail was delighted with the tatt and started eating Tommie like she was deprived of munchies for months, well, hours anyway! Tommie spanked Abigail’s ass as she came, which was a signal to the congregation that they could cum as they chose from then on. The fuck-fest had begun! And so it continued for several hours, with waiters circulating with sex-toys, food and drink.

That night Tommie and Abigail left for their tropical island and mud-wrestling honeymoon. I didn’t cum again after giving Abigail away, but I did manage to serially fuck the couple who had been suffering Lesbian Bed Death problems, and, seeing each other orgasm again led them to tentatively restore their interest in each other’s cunnies. They had their hands on each others’ clits when I left for home, there to contemplate the need for a fresh slave.

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*This is a continuation of a fictional epic fantasy series. Contains sexual violence and other forms of violence occur. All content is completely fictional and not endorsed in real life. Please read at your own discretion.*

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Every day was the same. By smashing lids together from the kitchens, the guards would come clanging down the hall waking everyone in the dungeons. Adrenaline kicked in and every prisoner would be ready to head off to the terminal. Every prisoner except Dany.

Dany was paralyzed from the waist down. He had been ever since that night he was foolish enough to fall in love with a dirty rebel who snapped his neck like a twig. The Kings Judges had mercy on him for being a crippled traitor and had sent him to the dungeons for the rest of his life. At first Dany prayed to the Land Gods for a miracle, a redemption for his part in the kidnapping of the princess. But that hope had long gone. He would never walk again nor would he ever see the light of day again. Instead, he was destined to be the sex slave of anyone who wanted.

Every day was the same. After Dany’s cellmate, Seven, a young street thief doing time for stealing two apples from the market, would lovingly empty their waste bucket before leaving and the guards had their fun kicking the slower and older prisoners to their day job, they would come to Dany. Usually it was just Aeron and Riz, a tall golden haired muscled young man and a dark, brown skinned older man. Dany lived in darkness, but he had seen their faces once near a flame in the hallway. Or perhaps he just wished it was them because they looked quite handsome. Seasoned prison guards who would never climb the ladder to the renowned Guard of Queens and found their virtue in training their bodies.

Aeron would go first, turning Dany on his stomach, before undoing him of his cloths, spitting in his hand and massaging his fingers on Dany’s anal ring until it relaxed. Aerons shaft was soft and long and always slipped in with relative ease, as if its shape was meant to fit a man’s back passage. Aeron would split him for only six strokes or less, at a rapid, burning speed, before unloading in Dany’s bowels, smacking his butt and walking away laughing. Then it was Riz’ turn. Riz had a shorter dick, but thick, which is why he needed Aerons liquid to enter the exit. Though Aerons weapon felt soft and nice, and Riz’ definitely hurt more, Dany preferred Riz. He teared through the ring and made Dany feel full, in a satisfying way. More so, Riz could go on for a long time. So long Dany came to enjoy it, regardless of how he sometimes dreaded it.

Riz would start out rough and uncontrolled, pressing the fat short phallus through the tight ring and stretching the insides to his shape. He, too, would move his hips as if he were a dog, slapping his muscled thighs against Dany’s tight buttocks, filling the air with sound like the lids from the kitchens. But after a while, Riz would turn Dany over. His paralyzed legs would be raised in the air, which always freaked Dany out, since he had no control over them. But as soon as Riz re-entered him, Dany would feel a brief happiness in the darkness. It was the only feeling he had down there. Riz would push inside of him causing Dany’s lower stomach to tingle. Ultimately, if Riz would continue long enough, Dany flaccid meat spurted out liquid himself, often accompanied by a high-pitched moaning. Dany didn’t necessarily want to moan, but he often had no choice. His body was shot to heaven and all he could do was enjoy. And enjoy he did. For as long as Riz was drilling him, he thought of Bo, and the huge, muscular body on top of him, ripping him open for the first time. After Riz had emptied himself inside of Dany, the dream evaporated and Dany was left in the cold darkness again.

On some days, other Guards would come too, but Dany didn’t know their names or faces. illegal bahis He did start to recognize some shapes of their organs. There was a long, curved one that always forced himself in his mouth and emptied in there too. There was a thick, crooked one that pounded so hard, Dany often thought he could feel his legs again. There was a really big one, thick and long, that loved to bend Dany double and stroke all the way inside, as if it reached for Dany’s stomach. And there was a tiny one with a lot of skin that sometimes entered his mouth and asshole before leaving without ever letting liquid go.

Dany was used to his mourning routines and as time passed, which it seemed to do in spite of the dark, he came to like them. They were all he had to feel useful in the world. But it too became repetitive. None of the bodies that entered, enjoyed and finished inside of him, nurtured and kissed him the way Bo had. Dany was saddened that release for the men in the dungeon meant little passion and mostly the act of release itself. He often wondered if he had been assigned this duty if his legs were still working, but he tried not to think about that. He tried not to think at all. For if he did, he would miss Bo and then regret missing the man who ruined his life, and then remain angry until the prisoners returned from their shift.

But every day was the same, also in the evenings. And in the evenings, he would come. The prisoner whom got a free pass from the other guards simply to make Dany his every night. His body was huge, and rock hard. Strong, broad breast plates, rippled abs and huge arms to drown in. His dick was impressive, warm and thick too. He would open Dany with his pole for all the other prisoners to hear, until moans from all the rooms would signify the collective enjoyment with men satisfying themselves over Dany being taken. It took several times before Dany could place the scent. It was a slightly gross, musky smell. He smelled it when the liquid dropped on his face and lips the very first night he stayed in the dungeon and recognized its odor. But he couldn’t remember where he recognized it from. The next day the liquid shot over his back and ass, dripping down the crack it was conjured in. And the day after that it shot over his stomach. Still, Dany couldn’t place it. By the fourth night it was pushed down Dany’s throat and he swallowed it all, smelling the drips that his lips left on the shaft and in the hairs around it. It was the smell of seed he had smelled that night in the Princess’ room. The smell of the liquid that shot on the floor after he had conquered the hole behind it. The man who had taken him every day since he was here, was The Captain.

Dany had come to terms with the nightly visits. He had taken The Captain in the Princess chambers, and thus The Captain was allowed to take him now, he reasoned. The Judges obviously hadn’t sentenced him to Death, and thus justice relegated them to this same place. Except The Captain was strong and fierce as ever, whereas Dany had lost everything he had. So every night, Dany would relax and suffer through the burning pain the morning’s acts had left on his worn out hole. He took The Captains shaft and let it spear through his lower body, relentlessly and indifferent to whatever was in the way. Dany screamed, often, but despite himself. It wasn’t the pain that made him burden his vocal chords, but the relentless pleasure that took everything he knew about himself. Serving the Guard of Queens, training all his life, even living a quiet youth with his father in Kundor, nothing felt as close to his true self as feeling the Captains cock ravishing his lower body. It was the best combinations of all the other guards; the full feeling of Riz and the long, softness of Aeron. Nothing indicated that The Captain wanted him to enjoy his visits, it was revenge surely, but he did anyway. It helped that illegal bahis siteleri such a respected, powerful man as The Captain was perhaps unconsciously also finding pleasure in taking a nobody like him. After all, that bungling piece of meat wouldn’t stiffen everyday out of pure hatred, Dany was sure.

But today, was not like the others. Yes, today too Aeron and Riz and all the others had their fun in the morning, leaving Dany sore and his behind filled with man made milk. Fueled with anger and hurt and sadness over Bo, and the loss of love with him, Dany hadn’t thought about relaxing for The Captain that night. So when the workers returned and the Guards cut out the flames in the hall and darkness was all there was left for The Captain to sneak in their room and crawl on top of Dany, Dany couldn’t relax. No matter how hard he tried. No matter how wide open the morning activities had left him. The Captain couldn’t enter. For the only man in the world Dany truly wanted, wasn’t anywhere near. A good while, the angry, brutish man tried everything he could. Forcing a finger to a hilt and shoving it in and out. That worked. But two didn’t. Spitting on it made it feel better for Dany, but hardly opened him op. The Captain even put his mouth in between Dany’s cheeks, letting the warm tongue slide up and down the ring. But Dany couldn’t get Bo out of his mind, and with it the anger. He couldn’t relax or enjoy, or even think about anything other than Bo. And so the Captain turned violent.

After trying to force two fingers, a big strong hand slapped across Dany’s face. This didn’t help, obviously, as Dany only cringed in fear. He knew what was about to happen. He knew what this hungry beast, in the depth of darkness with no limitations on his instincts and revenge, was going to do. One way or the other, The Captain would have his release inside of a young man’s lower waist. Another slap. Dany whimpered in fear. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t run. He suddenly felt the big hand at his throat, squeezing the air out of it. Dany let out a high pitched sound as he felt the warm, leaking rod of The Captain against his stressed, closed passage. For some reason, this did turn him on. As best as he could he moved his lower body upwards. It pressed against it, the thick round head of it feeling enormous compared to the crammed down muscled star. But push with all his strength the man did, but entrance was not granted. The Captain started to growl like an animal and Dany was sure this was the end for him.

“Stop!” a soft voice spoke. Dany looked to his side, the silhouette of Seven moving beside him. Every night, for as long as Dany had been there, Seven had not made a sound during The Captains visits. Dany never blamed him, after all, if the reverse happened, Dany couldn’t have stopped it either. In fact, Dany doubted if he ever had heard Seven speak.

“Take me instead,” the voice spoke again. Dany was taken aback by Seven’s sound. It was kind and beautiful, like a song. Dany’s hairs on his arms sprouted up as a skinny, but soft body pushed him to the side of the cloth on which he slept and received his visitors. A warm breath blew in his face. Dany couldn’t see Seven, but he knew he was smiling at him, laying merely inches away, faced down.

Dany’s legs fell to the ground as the muscled body of his assailant stood op and scooted over the body next to him. He heard the ripping of cloth and the spitting that revealed his friendly neighbor had just saved him a lot of pain. Only now Dany realized what The Captain was about to do to Seven. Dany felt the warm breath again at the same time The Captain let out a loud moan. He had entered Seven. Seven clamped down Dany’s arm and whimpered. As the slapping of balls against a man’s buttocks increased, Seven squeeled more, and his grip on Dany’s arm continued. Dany petted Sevens hand in comfort and moved canlı bahis siteleri on his side with as much strength as he could muster. He edged his face closer to that of his friend and pressed his lips on where the breath came from.

For a moment, as a large male body was pounding against the young man behind, the two men kissed. Their tongues, slipping through their dry lips, massaging each other into relative kinship and support. Sevens grip loosened, and instead his fingers slid into Dany’s, holding each other through the pain. Dany could feel his own member grow for the first time he lost the use of his legs. In excitement and relief, he couldn’t help but press his skin down the shaft as he heard Sevens behind being drilled. He kissed Seven again through his whimpers and started moaned in ecstasy as his own breath and that of Sevens clashed and merged like thunder storms. Between all the hard male organs and warm milk and moaning, breathing into each other was the thing that pushed Dany over the edge. Together with half of the prison, Dany shot a massive load of liquid onto his stomach. And for a second he thought he could be happy again without Bo and with Seven.

He kissed his rescuer and new lover on the lips and he was sure he felt a smile. But The Captain wasn’t finished. Somehow he only got wilder. He pulled Seven up and Dany could see in the darkness how the contours of a young man on his hands and knees as the larger man had pressed his stomach against his back and embraced his arms around him. From the choking sounds Seven made, Dany guessed The Captains hands were around his neck. Though the smothered moaning suggested that at the very least Seven enjoyed the destruction of his manhood and submission to cock. He soon was completely entangled with The Captain, having turned his head as to make out with the rough brute on top of him. The slapping of balls against a male’s ass continued.

The drilling went on for quite a while with Sevens moans growing louder in exctasy. Dany couldn’t help but grow a bit jealous over being left out, as Seven seemed to be consumed by his assailant. With a whimper, Seven lost the strength in his arms. The Captain, meanwhile, started screaming freely, seemingly uncaring that everyone could hear. In pure beastly enjoyment, he screamed louder as his pace kept going faster. Dany couldn’t fathom how a man’s pole could have that much friction and not unload. Nor how any part of the body could take such a drill and not tear. Yet, the Captain continued screaming for quite some time until his voice reached a peak and loud moans and uncontrolled movements filled the room. The two male bodies crashed onto the floor and the older man sighed deeply with a laugh of enjoyment. Dany felt a shocking amount of fluids dripping over Sevens thighs and onto his blanket.

Dany listened how bare feet walked over the floor and out the room. Worried, he reached over Sevens body and embraced it with love.

“Are you ok? I’m so sorry. Thank you so much for this. I’m so sorry,” is all Dany knew how to say, as he gave the naked man next to him a thousand short kisses on his head and thankful tears rolled down his cheeks. He was sure he couldn’t have taken the beatings that man had given Seven just now. “I’m fine,” Seven answered in a soft breath, every life force fucked out of him. The two fell asleep like that, faces close and bodies exhausted by a man.

The next day, when Aeron and Riz entered the dark cell, was different than any other day. Indeed, Aeron lay on top of Dany once more, his long shaft buried deep in the man’s bowels. But he did not see Seven and The Captain hadn’t left for work with the other prisoners. Without a sound, Riz’ lifeless body dropped to the floor. By the time Aeron pulled out of Dany, Seven jumped at his throat and held it as The Captain beat it to pulp. Seven took the keys from the two guards as The Captain lifted Dany up in his broad arms. Dany held on to his bare neck and rested his head on his chest as he was carried outside.

Three men escaped the prison and with an intimate bond few men enjoyed, ventured into the night.

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I love my cousin Kelly for introducing me to my first lesbian experience as an inexperienced eighteen year old girl.

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Funny how some memories still manage to make an impact on a person and even cause a physical reaction just thinking and writing about them. I remember the first time I was with another female and I guess that was the point at which I discovered I was bi-sexual. I guess some things you never forget and neither does your body.

It happened many years ago and none of it was planned or even talked about before or after. But after the first time, it was simply just a given that we would wind up naked and pretending who would be the guy and who would be the girl. We switched because it was more fun that way and we both enjoyed being the “guy” and being “on top”.

I remember staying at my cousin’s house during summer vacations just to get away from the rural farming area where we lived and where friends were miles apart instead of just next door at the neighbor’s house. So I was invited to spend a couple of weeks after school let out with my cousin’s who lived about an hour away and because we were the same age I jumped at the chance.

I got all packed and got ready to go. I didn’t have a car and couldn’t take our family station wagon so as my father drove I asked, “Are we there yet?” and was happy when I finally heard, “yes we’re there!” I ran to the front door of my aunt’s house yelling for my cousins and giggled when my cousin Kelly came running out giggling just as much. We were only a month apart in age and liked all the same music and television shows and she was happy not to have to only spend her summer with little sisters and baby brother. I knew this would be the best two weeks ever, although at that moment I didn’t exactly know JUST HOW GOOD they would turn out to be and how much it made me look forward to summer and Easter vacation time!!

I said my goodbyes to my parents and Kelly and I asked to go to the nearby school and off we went. We talked about boys, school, music, movie star crushes, everything and walked to the little strip mall down the road from her house even though we knew we weren’t supposed to, and bought sodas and looked through the latest canlı bahis şirketleri teen magazines. Back when we were young, spending time at the magazine rack wasn’t an issue with the store clerk; he wasn’t much more than a kid himself and was too busy flirting with some girls anyway.

So after we finished our soda and we walked home in time for dinner and everybody, all 5 kids and 1 baby made such a racket at the dinner table but it was fun feeling like I was a part of a big “family” since it was just the four of us at home. Kelly and I had to clean up; being the two oldest, no big deal we laughed and threw water and the dishcloth at each other and my aunt scolded us, but not too harshly.

The younger kids had to take their bath and go to bed earlier than Kelly and I so we watched television in the family room while the little kids all went to bed and my aunt and uncle went to their room. I learned later it so they could fool around, but did not think anything about it until I heard some noise coming from behind their closed door. I knew from movies and Sex Ed what was going on but living in such a rural/farm area I could only imagine and relate it to the animals on the neighbor’s farm during mating season. But that’s a topic for another story. Yummy

Anyway, it was late, my aunt and uncle had quieted down for a while and Kelly and I climbed the stairs to the attic room she shared with two of her younger sisters. They were asleep and it was pretty cool up there, dark and the window fan was just loud enough to be soothing and we got changed into our pajamas and climbed under the sheets. I fell asleep pretty quickly but I remember dreaming about my aunt and uncle and remember waking up to hear soft moans from next to me and the bed shaking slightly and I asked Kelly if she was okay? The moans stopped and so did the bed movement and she shushed me and turned over and whispered, “I was touching myself and did not mean to wake you up.” Now I could understand touching myself, I started masturbating at a very early age with just about anything that I could think of to put between my legs. Just about that time I felt that familiar twinge start and put my fingers in between the folds of my hairless canlı kaçak iddaa pussy and Kelly felt my arm move and asked if I was touching myself and I said I was. I was not expecting her next move and was in for quite a treat!!

Kelly reached over and kissed me right on the lips as if it was the most natural thing in the world and stuck out her tongue which sent a shock through my entire body at the touch! Without thinking, I touched her tongue with mine and felt all warm and wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. She stopped long enough to whisper, “let’s take our pajamas off but be real quiet.” What I wanted was more of her kisses and to play with my pussy until I got that familiar wonderful feeling of release. So we stripped, got back into bed and put our naked skin together and it was incredible! I didn’t know how soft it would be and then I felt the most exciting thing happen. Kelly put her hands on my pussy bump and whispered, “open your legs sweetie and let me touch you.”

I couldn’t believe the sensations I was feeling and I will never forget that first time.

Kelly kissed my mouth with her soft lips and warm tongue and slowly rubbed me between the legs which had opened all by them selves. I could feel her fingers massage the lips and then I felt the wetness start and she slid her fingers between the lips to a spot that sent waves of pleasure through my whole body. I did not know it at the time but that was my first orgasm and I wanted more!! I remember taking my hand and sliding it down her body so I could touch her too. She was just as wet down there as I was and moaned when my fingers hit her clit. We touched and kissed for what seemed like hours. When she moved away from my mouth I did not know what she was doing but I wasn’t going to stop her when she kept kissing lower on my tummy and then my thighs. Without thinking I spread my legs and she kissed me down there!! It was the best feeling, or so I thought and then she did something that brings me to an orgasm whenever I close my eyes and think about it. She stuck out her tongue and licked me. OMG, what a feeling. I couldn’t help myself and I pushed her face into the wetness and moved my hips to the same rhythm her canlı kaçak bahis tongue was making until I felt the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt in my life!!

She kept licking my swollen pussy lips again and again and each time the wave of pleasure would wash over me and I would push my pussy as close as I could into her face and she just kept licking me! I didn’t want her to stop but she did and told me it was my turn to lick her and boy was I anxious to find out how it tasted. Pussy juice is the sweetest tasting thing there is and oh I was determined to make her feel as good as she made me so I lapped at her like a hungry dog for as long as she let me!! She pushed my face away but quickly climbed on top of me with her face between my legs and her pussy on my face and just when I thought the feelings couldn’t possibly get any better, I found out I was so wrong!!! She sucked my pussy while I smothered my mouth in her swollen lips, covered with sweet pussy nectar and we hungrily licked each other over and over and we fell into an instinctual rhythm humping each other mouths until we both had “orgasms.” I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her scent, the feel of her lips in my mouth and then Kelly showed me something totally new and fantastic!! She laid with her head at the foot of the bed and I laid with mine at the head of the bed and we slid our excited pussies together, wrapped our legs around the other and rubbed them together back and forth, over and over, one little orgasm after another until I felt I couldn’t breathe any more!

We laid there not knowing how late, or early it was and Kelly said we would have to get back in to our pajamas before we fell asleep because we didn’t need to get caught undressed and she could tell I was disappointed but just said, “you’re here for two whole weeks and we can do this every night” at which point I kissed her and said, “I love you Kelly” and she told me she loved me too and this was our little secret. Needless to say every chance I had to spend at her house was met with claps and giggles and even a little wetness between my legs at the thought of what would happen every night.

That was my first experience and each one after was even more wonderful. I just love masturbating to the memory of a woman I met out in the Midwest who was this woman’s walking talking bisexual fantasy!

Whenever I think about this and even now as I write, the juices are flowing..mmmm Maddie where are you now??

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What I used to believe was a vulgar and depraved lifestyle ended up changing my life completely around. I’m 31 years old, and have been straight as an arrow since adolescence. I’m your average looking white man, nothing to really brag about, yet never had any complaints from the few women I’ve shared a bed with. I have a slightly big build, and a gut on me that I was now determined to get rid of. So, like every other guy, I raced off to join the gym, and set out to change my overall appearance.

I began a daily workout, and was faithful in going everyday. But it was there that I began to feel the long forgotten feelings of my past. Pumping the weight and feeling the pounds shed from me made me feel rehabilitated, and attractive once more. But it was during my daily showers after my workouts that my eyes would wander and see the healthy, attractive men about the club. Since I had no girlfriend at the time, my mind was drifting through many of my primitive fantasies. The sight of nude male flesh and tone muscles sent me back to my teenage years, when I used to stare openly at the other guys in my gym class. I then recalled a sizable, yet unspoken crush I had on one of the guys, Jeremy. He was the most handsome guy I had ever seen, and every day I looked so forward to seeing his tone and chestnut hued skin naked every day.

As the days progressed, I found myself more and more drawn into my insatiable curiosities about a man’s body. My inquisitiveness led to searching the internet, only to discover just how much I appreciated looking at a healthy man’s body. It was becoming my foremost thoughts at work, and at the gym. I then began joining the hardcore gay porn sites– opening my eyes up to a whole new realm of forbidden love. My first live cam to cam chat with another man produced one of my most powerful orgasms I could recall in recent memory. I truly felt as if I were a teenage virgin once more– bent on finding the right match.

I decided to visit one of the local gay bathhouses in the city where I lived. Since it was a rather large city, I knew that a lot of choice men would be there seeking the same as I. The mere possibility that my inner most desires could be fulfilled left me shivering that entire day. After a long shower, and primping myself like a first date, I made my way to the bathhouse. Once there, I was greeted with a warm smile by the receptionist. I knew he could tell this was my first time, so he took an extra interest in making sure I was well received. Walking in to the main floor, my eyes soon saw a multitude of male couples together. I saw my first man to man kiss, one that was lengthy and obviously very tender. I stopped to watch the coupling before realizing how much of an idiot I must have looked like. I nervously made my way to the bar, and got myself a beer. Casting me a sly smile, the charming bartender asked me what I was looking for tonight, and I simply replied; “A nice hunk.” The bartender swiftly got a business card, and wrote something on it, and handed it to me.

“Take this to the massage suite, and tell them you want the works.” Said the well-mannered bartender.

“The works?” I naively asked.

“Yea. All of our first timers get a full body massage by Gregory. I think you’ll like him.” He said.

Nodding, I quickly made my way to where he instructed me. It was like going down a darkened tunnel. I could tell I was getting further into the seedier element of the club as I began hearing the mellow cries and moans of various men. Several men stood outside various doorways, watching (what I thought was) a video room. Turned out to be all different couples making love to each other. My first room I passed by had a gorgeous black man mounted upon a shuddering white man. As if they had a will of their own, my feet stopped. It was amazing… there, in the confines of the adjoining room were two men engaged in pure, lust filled sex. The strapping black man hurled himself repeatedly into his lover’s ass, clutching round ass cheeks in desperation. His body, glazed in a fine sheet of perspiration. His luscious flesh glowed in the candlelight that softly illuminated their bedroom.

I had to move on, otherwise my pent up energy would be purged quicker than I hoped. I tried to keep my eyes to the floor, but couldn’t help hearing yet another couple crying out in ecstasy as orgasm declared it’s lust filled victory.

I reached the main massage suite as the attendant took my card, showing me into the main parlor. Inside, I was amazed by the lavishness of the setting. Warm steam bellowing throughout the wooden chamber as mirrors decorated the walls. To the right, I saw a vast massage table and several oil chalices that were kept warm by simmering water. The chalices contained a wide assortment of body oils; scented and ready for the men.

“Why don’t you undress, and lay on the table? Gregory will be in any time.” Said the courteous attendant.

The attendant walked out, and I finally realized what was about to happen. I nervously swallowed güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri my fear as the steam began filling my nostrils. It was soothing to feel… that plus the soft, erotic music that resonated in the room. The perfect setting for seduction and beauty.

Layer by layer, I shed my clothes, and made my way to the spongy massage table. I had to keep catching my breath as I sprawled out on my stomach, I was that nervous. Soon, the doorway opened as I finally could see who this Gregory was.

I couldn’t believe it. He was the most handsome, muscular man I had ever seen. I was honestly expecting a more average looking man, but this was well beyond my deepest hopes. He appeared to be Greek, mystifying chiseled features that decorated his colossal, beefy body. His curved pecks glistened in the steam as I watched his loveliness approach me, dressed in a small white towel that carelessly clung to his rigid waist. His skin held the deepest hue of bronzed flesh I had ever seen. His legs, each one a pure work of art that held broad, lean muscle. I truly felt like I was watching a Greek God step off his marble throne.

“Hi, I’m Gregory.” He said in a thick, comforting voice I already loved.

“I’m Brian. Nice to finally meet you.” I replied, staring into his irresistible dark eyes.

It was as if a invisible force kept our eyes welded together. Like the tender spirits of homosexual prowess drew our eyes together, making us realize our potential. But I thought to myself this is all probably a show to welcome their guests. But something was truly different. I could see it in this beautiful man’s eyes.

Gregory reluctantly stepped over to the oil chalices, picking up a large green one.

“I think I’ll start you out with the Ancient Forest aroma first.” Gregory said, looking at me with a thin handsome smile over his vast shoulder.

I returned his smile, sitting up in curiosity. “Ancient Forest?” I naively asked.

Turning around, Gregory filled his palm with a sample for me to smell. “Yea, it has like all the actual scents of life in the wild. Makes a man go back to his primitive state of mating in the wild.” He said, offering his hand to my nose.

I eagerly inhaled, drawing in the thick scents of evergreen and oak. He was indeed right. Just the smell alone relaxed me, making me feel at ease with my strapping Greek God. My eyes lifted to his, catching his gaze through my brow. A seductive, telling smile graced his angular face as he then poured the oil across my shoulders. I melted right there just feeling another man’s powerful touch. My heart fluttered as a low moan came from me.

“You like?” asked Gregory in a more assuring voice.

All I could do was nod yes.

“Then the oil must work. Its always been my favorite.” He added, running his glossy palms down my shoulders, massaging my arms now.

I opened my eyes to appreciate his vigorous chest, drawn in to his round, defined pecks. Tone, well-developed abdomen… all covered with the intoxicating allure of his deep tan. I had to tell him my thoughts.

“God, you are the most beautiful man I think I’ve ever seen, Gregory.” I said, shaking my head in pure awe of his power and grace.

“Thanks, Brian. No one ever really tells me that.” he replied, adding a gentleness to his already loving massage.

“You’re quite a lovely man yourself.” He added as I looked to him in surprise.

“Really? You think so?” I asked, pleased that all of my workouts had begun to show.

“Yea… you have a beautiful body. Nice… full. Not fat, just… just right.” he said as his palms appreciated the texture of my nude flesh.

I whimpered just hearing a man say these things to me. I couldn’t believe it.

“Lay down so I can see just how hot you really are.” He asked, motioning me onto my stomach.

God, I felt like I was a virgin once more. Short, quick breaths as I adjusted myself on the table. Gregory skillfully poured generous amounts of the oil across my back and shoulders.

“Well this definitely has to go.” he said, clutching at my towel.

My eyes closed, knowing I was going to be fully vulnerable to another male. It was painfully erotic to just think about.

Gregory’s hands gently began to slip under my towel. I felt his thumbs at first, rotating over my cheeks in gentle, loving circles. Glancing over my shoulders, he could see the nervous virgin gaze in my eyes. This was the first time any man had touched me in such a way… It was then I saw the most handsome, loving smile grace his chiseled face. Such a smile that took away my fears and doubt… leaving only two men together to pursue their most heartfelt desires.

I casually lifted my groin so that Gregory could slip the fluffy material off my ass. He did so at a slow pace as his eyes fell to the arched globes of my backside. I silently prayed for his approval as a lusty sigh came from his mighty chest. His hands splayed outward, clutching my white cheeks– gripping güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri them as each fingernail dug deep into the flesh of my ass. I whimpered as my head swayed in the euphoria… It felt like his palms couldn’t squeeze enough of my cheeks.

“So beautiful.” Whispered Gregory as he slowly kneaded my fleshy globes.

I caught my breath, relieved and hopeful for what was yet to come.

“I’m glad you like my ass.” I replied, slightly lifting my left thigh to further accent my curvy backside.

“Oh God, Brian… I just… I can’t tell you how gorgeous this is.” he replied, this time strengthening his hold by spreading my cheeks wide apart.

I caught my breath as I suddenly watched his face fall between my cheeks. I yelped, feeling his face burrowing itself into my deep forbidden crevice. All my life, I have half heartedly tried to get my ex girlfriends to touch my ass, lick it, or even probe it with their gentle tongue… but this was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. Now, here he was… a handsome stud gently tasting my most erogenous zone… with his curious, loving tongue.

My entire body shuddered as his tongue glazed a wet path up and down the entire length of my crack. My mouth, wide open in crushing awe… eyes clinched shut and fists tightened. My head fell to the table as I let out a loud cry of ecstasy.

“My my God Gregory– that’s so fucking beautiful… just like that, yea…” I cried out as his gentle tongue savored each side of my ass crack.

Long, lengthy strokes of his tongue moistened my crack as his hands continued molding my chunky globes to his satisfaction. I heard a series of muffled moans escape his stifled face as I felt his mouth try to taste as much ass as possible. I quickly glanced back, and saw his jaw puffed out, inhaling as much ass flesh as he could stuff into his mouth. My left hand reached back, taking his hand in mine. I wanted to assure him that his actions were going to be lovingly welcomed by his male lover.

I just simply couldn’t believe it… His hungry zeal for ass. The dripping passion he exuded in devouring my backside simply amazed me. Is this what I had been missing out for all of my life? Had I truly believed a woman was going to give me this much pleasure? Tiny convulsions began to wash across my body as I felt the warm wet flesh of his tongue gently circle my relaxed asshole. My mouth, now shaped like an “O”, tried to mimic what my anal orifice was now feeling… I smashed my right hand upon the table, gripping the edge for dear life as his tongue French kissed my asshole as he would my own lips. I began to softly chant his name again and again as his mouth now sealed itself around my innocent hole… It was then I felt his sacred tongue “stab” my asshole… one demanding thrust, and then a man’s tongue pierced my ass for the very first time. The mere thought of a man doing this to me sent my flesh quivering with surreal hope.

“God Gregory, don’t you dare stop you… you gorgeous fucking stud.” I said in my lowest primal voice.

“You have my… my ass.” I cried out, clenching the table with every ounce of strength I had.

“He has ass.” I whimpered, still suffering from the adoring assault on my hole.

His only response was clutching my ass for a wider spread… Another moan quivered from within my ass cleavage as I gasped… I knew his loving effort was only in hopes of getting deeper inside me. My eye lids crept open, looking to the magnificent feast in the mirror across from me. There, I saw the feast in all its glory. My ass cheeks, raised high in the air, and Gregory, knelt down with that towel still clinging to his tone abdomen. His arms resting upon my shaking thighs… flesh to flesh… man to man… Now stimulated by sight and feeling, I felt myself become dizzy. This was too much to ingest. If this was as remarkable as it felt now, I would never go back to my unhappy straight lifestyle. How could I? With this much beauty and fervor? How could any man resist such exquisite and bold lovemaking? This one act of unbridled love convinced me that I was now going to be a gay man for the rest of my life. Damn the consequences. This was magnificence in it’s most purest form. “I am gay… I am truly gay.” I said to myself over and over.

Gregory lunged forward with his face again as I felt his tongue swirl inside my bowels. I gently cried out for him as I then clinched my ass muscles… I wanted my ass to “milk” his tongue in a way. Yet my most deepest hope was yet to come. What I really wanted was my ass to milk Gregory’s life giving bouillon from his beautiful, stout cock. If I could feel his seed spill inside me, then I would be complete. I would forever be a true man. Just knowing my body would make a man cumm is a thought that still causes my heart to skip a beat…

Gregory’s moist face slowly lifted from my plundered ass. I flirtatiously drew my leg back so that he could come to me. And he faithfully did. Rolling güvenilir bahis şirketleri over, I offered my hands to his as our eyes locked together in a telling gaze. Our hands intertwined, I lifted myself up for my very first kiss with a man. Gentleness consumed me as I lightly grazed my lips to his, tasting my own salty essence on his lips. The heavenly sound of lip suction echoed throughout the steamy room as he then crushed his mouth to mine. I inhaled, wrapping my arms around his muscular back, basking in the deluge of pure homosexual love. His taste was a sweet, delicious one. Full of promise and hope for what was to come. It was a kiss unlike any other I had ever felt. Light whiskers brushed my jaw as our faces twisted together for a hungrier kiss. His brawny arms bound me, cradling me as if a I were his long lost love. The mere thought of kissing another man entered my mind’s eye…

“I am kissing another man.” I said to myself. “And he will fuck me later.”

His fingers gingerly crisscrossed through my hair, caressing me as our kiss grew. My tongue glided out, only to be taken in, and suckled in his thirsty mouth. I parted my mouth as wide as it could go, as if I were yawning. His mouth held its grip upon my tongue, twisting his head as his palms cupped the sides of my face. Saliva drooled from my lower lip while his fingers lovingly caressed my face. It was as if our kiss was to be the kiss of all kisses… like out of some romance movie. My entire body acted out of impulse– my ankles, pressed against his soft, yet rigid ass, wrapping around his God-like body. His beautiful frame now encased in my hold as my tongue fell from his lips… Exhaling his name in a breathless sigh, Gregory’s mouth secured itself to my bare neck. I could feel the hunger stirring in his veins as his teeth sank into my flesh. He was hungry… eager for a true man.

The kiss abruptly ended as he stood back. Misty eyed and unsure, he motioned me to stay where I was. Now in safe viewing, Gregory brought his right hand to his waist– gripping the towel that concealed the true prize I had been waiting for. My eyes fell down to his groin, now sporting a noticeable ‘tent’… a definite hard penis was waiting underneath. As if time itself had ceased, Gregory easily tucked his fingers in to loosen the knot… then, the flap of the towel crept forward, eventually loosening the rest of the towel… as if a treasure had finally been unearthed… Seductively, and ever so flirtatiously, Gregory lifted the towel to his side… giving my eyes a full spectacle to witness. I caught my breath, now seeing this massive, thick stalk sprouting from his well defined groin. Again, no hair, yet lots of smooth tan flesh to consume. I swear his organ must have been nine inches in length, and at least three inches broad in diameter. My heart sank just seeing another man’s penis in front of me… My eyes were glued to the sight.

With a thin smile, Gregory released that damn towel at long last and stood before me… free and utterly nude. Not one stitch of clothing hung from his Herculean frame.

“Look at me, Brian… look at what you did to me.” Gregory softly whispered. “You made another man hard. I bet you never thought you could do that, did you?”

I shook my head in awareness, taken by hearing him softly speak those words. I sat, open mouthed, staring at his lustrous dark eyes as I then looked again at his amazing cock.

Gregory strode forward.

“Kneel down and look at it… Go on, it’s okay.” he instructed.

I did so without heed.

My face was now precisely in front of another man’s penis. I could see the pulses of excitement swell in his organ as both of my hands lifted to stroke it’s delicate skin. Each fingertip lightly grazed the cock while I admired it’s immense beauty. I’d seen penises before in porns, but never like this. Never this close.

“Its so… beautiful, Gregory.” I whispered, running my forefinger along the bottom of his shaft.

I saw the thick, juicy vein that underscored his shaft. This is what would carry his sweltering seed into the deepest ends of my virgin ass.

“I’ve always wanted to make love to a virgin. You’re my first.” He admitted.

My gaze went up along his sculpted chest, meeting his stunning eyes. Between our gaze stood his huge cock. Silence took its hold as all we could do was stare at one another. I tried to imagine how many other men’s ripe asses Gregory’s cock had invaded, but then I realized it was about us tonight. Just us… two needful men. Falling under the captivating, loving spell of pure homosexuality.

My fingertips traced the thick veins that wrapped around his heavy shaft, adorning it like a cherished ornament. I then looked at the wide bulbous head that topped off his circumcised cock. Bringing my lips forward, I gingerly brushed them across his head, knowing how touchy he hopefully was. My hunch paid off as Gregory violently shuddered.

“Oh Brian… you’re so gentle. Just what I’ve always wanted in a man.” He replied.

“I bet you say that to all the men.” I bashfully retorted.

A serious expression came over his lovely face.

“No, Brian. I mean it. I’ve been wanting to quit this job for a while now… and being here with you proves it.” He said, bringing his hands to my face.

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I have accepted that I am basically two people. If you were to meet me, you would see a 53 year old man who has a well paying job, large home, and wonderful family. Yet under that, there is another me–a primal, haughty man of which I am most proud.

Why? I shall put it plainly: a mere three weeks after my eldest daughter turned 18, my dream was met and I started doing depraved things with her.

Yes, it’s a cold thing to say, and an even colder thing to which to admit. And it might sound questionable, even despicable to add that she all but allowed me; I’ll be the first to admit that I know how to manipulate her. Still, I know deep down she has enjoyed our time together.

I should start at the beginning. Laura has always been a sweet, caring, quiet girl, though recently she’s ended up as a soft, curvy thing–having slowly but noticeably been gaining weight.

Naturally, that weight gain was a sign that her whole body was changing, much to my enjoyment. I noticed these things, despite the fact that she tried to wear loose and bulky clothing to cover it up. When no one was around, I would let my gaze linger, drinking up her wonderfully changing form. I got bolder: I started the habit of walking in on her while she was changing or getting out of the shower. That still wasn’t enough: I wanted more.

Cold, wet, hard, hurting rain came one late October night in her senior year, three weeks after she turned 18, and I knew the time had come for more. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, with my wife out at a graduate class, and my son out with friends. Added to that, Laura was part of the marching band, and I knew they had been out in that awful rain for a few hours. When she came home, she was quite the sight: her hair wet and stringy, her whole body shivering, and her nipples clearly rock hard through her heavy sweatshirt. She told me she needed a hot bubble bath, and I smiled broadly.

The time had come.

From downstairs, I listened to the sound of her filling the bath, then a pause, then her stepping into the tub. I knew that she was now up there, feeling warm and naked and safe. I felt almost out of breath, trying to silently climb the stairs to the second floor. Then I was at the bathroom door; I needed to steady my breath. I closed my eyes, asking myself if this was truly a line I wanted to cross.

Eyes still closed, I confidently knocked on the bathroom door and heard my voice call out to Laura using my pet name for her: “Marshmallow?” Then my hand was on the door knob, my eyes alert, and I opened the door.

She was a spectacular, suds-covered sight. I heard a quiet answer, but my eyes were drawn to the floor. Not out of modesty, mind you, but the wonderful sight of her pile of clothes on the floor. My eyes stopped at her bra, drinking up the sight of her delicate, lacy, expensive pink bra. My little girl clearly was growing up.

And my confidence had fully returned. “Sweetie,” I started with a caring and concerned voice, “I was concerned that you were cold. That you might get sick.”

“Well… I’m in the bath, so….” Ah, she was so much like her mother; no real backbone to tell me to get out, but the ability to make a simple statement sound grouchy.

I ignored her hint to leave and kneeled down, getting close enough to her that she clearly felt uncomfortable. I, on the other hand, felt punch-drunk by being so close to this teenaged body, by seeing the soft luminescence in her young skin. I answered her, saying, “I know, Laura. I just don’t want you overdoing your soak.” I saw her turn red, and I knew I could exploit her weakness. I let authority pour into my voice as I added, “I’m going to grab the washcloth, then your bath will be over.”

The washcloth bahis firmaları was floating lazily in the water near her feet. I snatched it, unable to hide the growing smile. I picked it up and stared at Laura’s beautiful face. She stared back, a quizzical look on her face. I saw that she truly thought she had misunderstood the situation, that she thought she was wrong about me wanting to cross some line. Her gaze made me feel guilty and unsure.

“Close your eyes, Marshmallow.” I paused, just a moment. If she resisted in any way, now would be the time. I saw the flicker of indecision in her head… then her eyes closed.

She was mine.

Excitement flooded me, and I had to remind myself to go slow. I could still scare her off. I steadied my hand and softly ran the washcloth over my daughter’s face. My head was still spinning as I watched the water flow down her cheeks, neck, throat, and shoulders, meeting the bathwater again.

“Good girl, good girl,” I said softly, wanting to keep her calm. I put the washcloth back into the water, letting it soak.

Then, a wonderful moment that almost made my heart stop: Laura lifted her hands to wipe the water from her face. This made her chest rise out of the soapy water, and I took in a sharp breath. Her large, growing, teenaged breasts seemed to float without any regard for gravity, and the slightest edges of her dark pink areolas peered out from under the suds. She paused for a moment, realizing what had happened. By the time she had wiped her eyes and opened them, I was staring hard into her face. She shivered from a wisp of fear, and seeing that fear made me only the more determined.

I realized that I was still holding the water-filled washcloth. I brought it to Laura’s chin, rubbing around her neck. It was a visceral feeling, being so close to her neck–I felt something rough and primal coming alive in me. I went around lower, this time from her shoulder, across her collarbone, then her other shoulder. I paused, wanting to race ahead but needing to pace myself.

I put the washcloth into the water for a third time. Softly, caringly, I said, “You know I love you very much… right, Marshmallow?” I was a bit surprised by the regret in my voice, the edge of sadness in my heart. For some reason, my mind flashed back to years earlier, when my wife and I had bought our innocent daughter her first bicycle. I shook my head. No, it was now, I wanted this now. I wanted her adult, growing body.

She nodded, knowing that I loved her. I exhaled and continued. “That I’d never…” I paused, thinking. I’d never hurt her? I couldn’t promise that, for tonight or the future. “My love for you means I’ll always protect you.”

I brought the wet washcloth up from the water, squeezing it. We both glanced at it, knowing more was to come. I looked at Laura, and she nodded slightly. Was she nodded that she knew I’d always protect her? Or for me to continue? Or both?

I decided I simply did not care. I smiled my best fatherly smile. “That’s my good girl.” I brought the washcloth to her collarbone and started to move lower.

I tried to act calm, but I knew that in a few moments, I’d be touching her. I glanced at her face; she was staring straight ahead, almost trance-like. I continued rubbing lower, and then my hand was on the top of her left breast. I simply could not believe that the moment had come, that I was about to grasp the breast of my little girl. I quickly slid the cloth down, and through it I could feel Laura’s entire large, pert breast. I gripped it, feeling its softness and weight, and I let out a deep, slow, satisfied breath.

The animal need to continue flooded me. I moved the cloth and my hand again, sliding to her right breast. kaçak iddaa I held it a bit softer this time, absolutely loving the feeling. I looked at Laura’s face, and caught her closing her eyes. I looked at her for a moment–looked at her like a plaything or an object. Her face turned red. I wondered if it was from excitement or embarrassment. I realized that I enjoyed the idea that it was the second one.

Holding her puffy, wonderful breast, I was struck with an irony. I spoke, using her nickname. “You really are a marshmallow, Marshmallow.” I lightly pulled up her breast, adding, “So sweet, so soft.” I thought she would laugh, or at the very least smile, but she said nothing. I was not happy that she didn’t respond. I added a firmness to my voice. “Right Laura?”

She barely whispered a “Yes.”

I felt a quick flash of anger. How dare she, my daughter, who lived in my house and ate my food, be shy and borderline disrespectful with me? I spoke down to her. “Baby, what do you say to a compliment?” It then occurred to me that as her body had changed and she had gained weight, my wife had told me that our daughter was sensitive about her overall appearance. I added, “What do you say when a man is kind enough to compliment you on your body?”

The comment hung in the air for a moment; I hoped that it stung her and reminded her to be grateful.

Louder, in a voice that was oddly high and soft, she said, “Thank you.”

Unacceptable. She had to say more. “Thank you for what.”

She paused, clearly thinking. I felt an odd flash of anger and arousal, both annoyed that she wasn’t smarter, but glad for it

“Thank you, Daddy, for the compliment.”

I couldn’t help but smile. That was my little Marshmallow: compliant and open for criticism. Fatherly love filled my heart and I leaned forward to kiss her forehead. A truly unplanned coincidence was that the washcloth and my hand slid off her breast and onto her upper stomach. I felt her tense up, and I wasn’t sure why. I kissed her forehead, and she relaxed.

I felt such paternal pride looking at her face that my lust disappeared. This was my darling, beautiful girl. I wondered if I should simply pull back my hand and leave. I glanced at my hand, lying underwater on her stomach, and I realized why she had tensed up. She thought I was going lower, past her stomach, between her legs. Lust flooded me, and my parental concerns disappeared.

My fingers pushed the washcloth aside, and for the first time my hand was on my daughter’s naked flesh. It felt electric to be touching her stomach like this. I smiled, and Laura’s eyes opened and looked up at me. This was finally happening, after all the time I had longingly been looking at her. It was happening and she hadn’t dared to stop me!

I wanted to truly touch her. My hand slid up and I cupped her left breast again. Its softness was even better than before. My fingers lazily brushed her nipple, hardening it. My hand moved to her other breast and I felt its weight. “Ohh, what a beautiful girl you’ve turned into lately.”

With a smile, fake or real I could not say, she said, “Thanks Daddy.”

Still clutching her chest, I moved closer to her. I kissed the side of her head and whispered, “I love you, baby.” I put my other hand around the back of her neck. It was a move of intimacy, and a reminder of my power over her. My hand slid down again to her upper stomach. My wife would be home fairly soon. The time had come to make sure Laura could keep our secret. “This is between you and me, right Laura?”

She nodded her head and said simply, “Yes Daddy.”

My hand was fully on her stomach now. My fingers moved back and forth over the curve of her stomach, a curve that had grown along kaçak bahis with the rest of her. I could feel her shamefulness over her weight gain. I lightly grabbed at her tummy, wordlessly reminding her that when starting to turn into a porker, attention from a man should be respected and thanked. Even if that man was her father. “No need to tell your mother then?”

Laura breathed in unevenly–the breath of someone close to crying. She held her breath for a moment. It was a long moment. A lot–too much–could be lost if she wavered now. But my little Marshmallow came through for me. The moment passed, and she said evenly, “Our secret, Daddy.”

I kissed her head again, loving that she was kind enough to say that, loving that she was not smart enough to say no. It made me love her all the more.

I slid my fingers down her body, past her tummy. A few inches lower, I first felt my daughter’s soft pubic hair. It was enchanting, and she was saying nothing. I moved one finger lower, caressing the crease of her pussy. I desperately wanted to push into her, but there would be time for that later. For now, time was short, and I wanted to leave her with directions.

I kissed her head again, and kindly whispered, “You didn’t have this much hair down there the last time I saw you naked.” Now it was time to see the whole of her. I slid my hand up her thigh and to her knee, both of which were incredibly soft and smooth. My hand left the water, and pulled the bath lever up. The water started to drain away. I stood up and looked down at her.

As the water level lowered, Laura crossed her arms over her chest. I felt sympathy for the poor thing–it was, after all, quite an evening of emotions and feelings. “You’re an amazing girl, my dear Laura.” The water was now below her sides. I frowned, looking at those arms covering her chest. I wanted to see her properly, not covered. “Lower your arms,” I said casually. I simply had to see her limber, growing, teenaged body.

Yet I was still looking at her arms. She hadn’t done as I said. I looked into her face, sternness holding back my anger. “Laura, I don’t want you to cover up in front of me anymore.” Yes, that was right. After tonight, there would be more.

She paused, and then nodded. Her arms fell to her sides, and at last I could see her large, growing, sudsy breasts. It was a spectacular sight. They were large enough as it was, but within the confines of the tub, and with her arms at her sides, her chest was pushed up. It quivered with each nervous breath she took.

Time was short now; my wife would surely be home any minute. I smiled kindly and motioned to the bath shelves that held shampoo, conditioner, razors, and so forth. I said, “Oh, and why don’t you take care of the hair down there.” I started to walk out, adding, “It’s not becoming for a girl your age to have anything but her natural, naked beauty down there.” I glanced back at her; she was looking down, between her legs, her face red. That’s right, I said to myself, feel outright ashamed at the hair down there. No man should have to deal with it, least of all on his daughter.

I was now at the bathroom door. I turned, looking once again at my daughter. I paused, feeling a bit choked up over the intimacy we had just shared. “I love you very, very much, Marshmallow.” I walked out, closing the door behind me.

I then heard two things: first, from the driveway, was the sound of my wife’s car returning. Next, from the bathroom, was the telltale sound of shaving cream being sprayed out of the container.

I had done it. My daughter had become my private, scared, beautiful, wonderful plaything. As I walked downstairs, I smiled. I looked forward to again seeing my daughter’s naked body and sweet smile the next time we had the house to ourselves.

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Stepping through the door of the Sherbrooke Cliffs Restaurant, Daneeta DeLyons looked around her and was greeted by the hostess. She followed behind the older woman, past a series of tables, to a corner booth. Daneeta rarely notices people staring at her as she walks around or even at the office…and this time was no exception. Eyes followed her wherever she went, yet she rarely noticed it…or refused to. Being shy of nature, but outgoing at the same time, it all depended on the vibes she received from others.

Daneeta DeLyons worked in the Interior designs field, having graduated from a prestigious University in Paris, France. She stood at 5’5 140lbs..age 27, her hair was the color of black silk, with…oddly enough blonde tips to them..they were naturally like that. The doctor figuring it was a pigmentation oddity. Daneeta’s eyes were her most striking feature, which had people looking into them more often then not….a silver-violet color, fringed with long black lashes. Silken raven winged brows rose delicately above..giving her a most stunning definition. Her nose was small, slim, a bit upturned at the tip, sprinkled with a few freckles to give her a girlish look. Her mouth was not the classical movie star look, big and wide as most Hollywood actors preferred. Daneeta’s lips were small in width..but soft and curvy..plump bottom lip and a small upper lip…giving a look of soft and pouty. Her face was formed into a soft oval shape, with a tiny cleft at the chin..sloping down to a delicate smooth neck…Her breasts were full and round..a generous 38C..tipped with raspberry pink little nipples. Though, her best feature besides her eyes was her round, firm behind that would fill a big man’s hands to perfection….that might be what men and women stared at as she walked. Her behind would wiggle slightly in rhythm to her rounded hips…causing eyes to follow each sway and bounce…as the oldest dance since time…a woman’s body movements……….

One particular woman noticed all these such delicious traits as Miss DeLyons passed by her table, leaving behind a soft hint of french vanilla perfume in her wake. Tilting her head to the side slightly, the other woman watched as Daneeta’s round ass bounced ever so gently as she walked past her. Her expert eyes took in every detail of this young woman’s attire..hmmm a tailor-made navy blue business suit; fitted jacket, and skirt that softly outlined her hourglass figure. Closing her eyes momentarily, she inhaled the soft scent as she envisioned what this woman must taste like. She must admit that it doesn’t happen to her often…being attracted to another female this way….but every so often, someone different comes along and it hits her unexpectedly.

Looking up at the hostess, Daneeta thanked her.

“Your waiter will be with you in a moment Miss DeLyons to take your order. Would you like something to drink as you wait?” the hostess asked her politely.

“I will have a glass of Chardonnay please. I’ve had such a long day, this will help me unwind” Daneeta told her, chuckling softly..her eyes sparkling with her vibrancy.

The hostess’s eyes widened slightly as she the young woman’s silver-violet eyes caught her off guard with their oddity, but she quickly recovered and smiled at her. “Right away miss”. she quickly walked away, feeling flushed and warm. Adjusting her skirt as she makes herself comfortable in her seat, Daneeta looked around the darkened restaurant, then looked at her watch as she realized how late it has become 8:00pm. As she noticed the waiter coming closer to her table with her glass of chilled Chardonnay, Daneeta caught the eye of a woman two tables down, looking at her. The woman had pretty blonde hair, and a nice smile. Daneeta nodded her head politely to her in an acknowledged hello. She looked up to see the waiter smiling at her….she smiled back, revealing two small dimples in her cheeks.

A few moment later, a family of four came in, looked around for a vacant table with the hostess. Daneeta looked at the blonde woman across from her and smiled, nodding for her to join her at her table, so that the family may have a place to dine.

Walking up to Daneeta, the blonde woman held out her hand to her and introduced herself.

“Hello, I’m Alexa Marshall. Thank you for inviting me over. I was going to give them my table anyway, canlı bahis since I was eating alone.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Daneeta DeLyons.” She shook Alexa’s hand before sitting back down. “That was very nice of you, I guess we both had the same idea. I was just going to order some dessert, will you have some? They make great low-fat chocolate cheesecake here”

“Now..how can I pass that up? What woman would” Alexa and Daneeta both chuckled softly, their eyes sparkling.

Daneeta raised her hand lightly to the waiter, asking him over politely. She then requested two servings of low-fat chocolate cheesecake and two cups of coffee. Smiling at him, the waiter left the table flushed in shyness.

The two women spoke for a while, over their desserts, about their careers and home life. Both young women had much in common; one in interior designs, the other in clothing fashion. Alexa watched Daneeta unconscious hand movements on her fork, as it lay on the table. A long smooth finger ran down the length of the polished fork, almost caressingly. As Daneeta placed her finger at her lips, licking off a cheesecake crumb, Alexa nearly came undone watching. Suckling softly, her soft tongue curled around the tip of her finger, to clean the digit. As both women spoke of their careers and everyday events, Daneeta picked up her glass of water, taking a long, slow sip. Her long pink tongue snaking out to gently lick around the rim of the glass, to pick up any drop of water that might have escaped from her soft lips.

At those innocent movements, Alexa knew she had to taste Daneeta. A quick and steady pulse centered around Alexa’s slick clit, as she watched the other woman licking her own finger and her glass. Placing her fingers around her cup of coffee, Daneeta put Alexa out of her misery, unbeknownst to her, and took a sip of the hot liquid. Closing her silver-violet eyes, Daneeta allowed the warm liquid to slide down her throat, filling her tummy, heating her slightly. Her long tongue snaked out to lick at the corners of her lips, removing a drop of coffee.

Alexa wanted to scream inside, but smiled instead. Thankfully she was distracted by the waiter as he approached the table.

“Would you like some ice water, ladies?” The young man asked politely, yet hopeful.

“Yes, please” Daneeta spoke to him softly, as she moved her glass next to her plate. As he set the jug down momentarily to pick up Alexa’s glass to fill, it hit the side of Daneeta’s plate of half-eaten cheesecake, sending its contents into her lap.

“Oh shit” Daneeta stood up slowly in surprise, as she watched in horror the cheesecake plastered to her tailored skirt.

The young waiter’s face went red in horror, as he watched what he just did. He looked behind him as the owner started to approach the table.

Daneeta’s sharp silver-violet eyes noticed this as well, but came to his rescue. “Thank you for the water, young man, I was so clumsy.” She took his cloth and water from him, to try and dab lightly her skirt.

As the owner approached, he looked at Daneeta and the young waiter, and asked “What has happened here miss?” he looked horrified at the classy lady covered in cheesecake. Fearing he will lose this important customer, he turned to the new waiter to reprimand him, but Daneeta stopped him with her seductive voice.

“It’s quite alright, this young man came to my rescue with his cloth and water, trying to help me, I was so clumsy” she chuckled softly.

Taking Daneeta’s cue, Alexa spoke up as well “Actually, I think it was my fault, I placed her plate too close to the glass, and it knocked over the plate. It’s quite alright, we’ll take it from here. Thank you both for your assistant, and would like it very much if you could direct us to the ladies room at once please.” Alexa spoke with authority that left no room for blustering from the two males.

“O…of course, ma’am. This way if you please” he motioned for Alexa and Daneeta to follow him.

Looking behind them, the two ladies blew a kiss at the poor young waiter, who’s face was still red with embarrassment. As they reached the ladies’ room, Daneeta looked up at the tall, robust restaurant owner and reassured him.

“I am very pleased that you have such a fine young waiter working here, to come to the rescue of a lady. He surely deserves a raise.” She smiled softly, giving him her best seductive look, mesmerizing him to the spot.

” You are right, ma’am. Now I will go see to it that your table is cleaned for when you return. “Nodding softly with his balding head, “ladies” then bahis siteleri left.

High-five’ing each other and chuckling softly, they both spoke at once ” Good save”

Chuckling softly, Daneeta sighed and looked down at her skirt and shook her head. Alexa followed her gaze and took her hand. “Come, let’s go into the ladies’ room, I will help see if I can remove the stains.”

As they entered the small, but well furnished ladies’ room, Alexa looked at the empty stalls, then locked the door behind her.

Noticing this, Daneeta raised a delicate brow.

We don’t want anyone walking in as we’re trying to get this stain out and you’re sitting up on the sink. Some of these people are very snooty.

Nodding softly, Daneeta went over to the pink marble counter, and jumped up, as Alexa went to dampen a white cloth left on a wicker shelf.

Looking down at her navy blue skirt, Daneeta gripped the edge of it gently as she took the cloth from Alexa.

” There is a stain near the side, Daneeta, allow me to wipe it.” Alexa gently took the cloth from Daneeta.

Leaning back against the mirror, Daneeta allowed Alexa to help her. Her stocking clad legs hanging from the counter top. Alexa went to stand between Daneeta’s outstretched legs, wiping down her skirt. At the same moment, Daneeta took off her tailored jacket, to get at a piece of cheesecake underneath. Left in a sheer white blouse and her skirt, Daneeta began to dab at the blouse with another cloth.

While Daneeta was busy wiping her blouse, Alexa slowly moved the other woman’s skirt up with her hands at each side of her outer thighs. Slowly, the top of Daneeta’s sheer silk stockings came into view, held up by a white lace garter belt. Moving closer, Alexa inhaled Daneeta’s soft womanly scent, as she ran her smooth hands up the silk stockings.

Looking up at Daneeta, both women stared at each other momentarily, in awareness. Without breaking eye contact, Alexa moved her beautiful face closer to Daneeta’s smooth inner thighs. Running her hand under Daneeta’s thigh, Alexa raised her leg slightly, as she ran her cheek along Daneeta’s smooth, silky flesh.

Daneeta closed her vibrant violet-silver eyes and leaned her head back against the mirror, her hands gripping the edge of the counter slightly. Closer and closer, she felt Alexa’s warm breath nearing her soaked, sweet pussy. Suddenly, Daneeta felt the other woman generous lips on her white lace bikini panties; gently kissing the fabric. Daneeta’s lips parted softly in a moan, as Alexa slowly moved her panties to the side, exposing her moist pink pussy.

Taking a moment to view the treasure before her, Alexa watched how Daneeta’s pink flesh glistened with her sweet nectar, and her white lace panties saturated with the same tell-tale sweetness. Leaning in closer, Alexa ran her tongue on the outer lips of Daneeta’s womanhood, before circling her throbbing clit. Alexa moaned softly as she tasted the sweet nectar on her long tongue. Using her thumb, Alexa parted the nether lips, then slipped her tongue deep inside Daneeta, causing the woman to moan in ecstasy. Thrusting her tongue in and out of the tight entrance, Alexa gathered up the sweet cum that Daneeta offered her. Covering Daneeta’s small pink pussy with her mouth, Alexa sucked on her throbbing clit, saturating her lips with the clear, sweet nectar.

Daneeta’s body began to buck softly, in rhythm to Alexa’s mouth sucking on her. Daneeta’s beautiful silver-violet eyes widened for a moment, as she felt Alexa’s finger enter her tight pussy slightly. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in desire, as she felt Alexa’s finger wiggling just inside her entrance, behind her clit. Alexa bucked harder, as Alexa’s fingers found her g-spot, while her lips and tongue nibbled on her throbbing little jewel. Alexa’s other hand gripped Daneeta’s thigh, pushing back more, opening her further. Daneeta’s body tightened as a huge orgasm began to form deep inside my body, overtaking her senses completely.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, Daneeta cried out, as the huge wave overtook her, but Alexa kept on sucking on her cum-coated clit, with her finger still inside her, massaging on her g-spot. Alexa rode the wave with Daneeta, not letting her escape before being allowed to gather all her sweet nectar her luscious body had to offer, her fingers gripping her thighs to keep her still.

After coming back down from her wave of ecstasy, Daneeta pulled Alexa up to her, wanting to taste her lips. Alexa moved up on her body, Pulling open Alexa’s blouse, Daneeta pressed her full bahis şirketleri breasts to Alexa’s smaller ones, as she captured her lips hungrily. Daneeta’s hand slid down the other beautiful woman’s body, unbuttoning her dress pants, and lowering her zipper. With skilled fingers, she slide her hand into Alexa’s pants, coming in contact with a soft pair of royal blue satin panties. Her fingers began running over the other woman’s panties, feeling her clit pulsate through the wet satin garment. Daneeta flicked her finger gently over Alexa’s clit, feeling it jump and harden each time her finger came into contact with it. Sliding her hand inside the soaked satin panties, Daneeta came into contact with the other woman’s smooth bare womanhood. Covering Alexa’s juicy pussy with her hand, Daneeta slipped her middle finger deep inside the other woman’s tight passage, causing her hips to buck in response.

Breaking the deep, hot kiss, Daneeta, lowered her lips to Alexa’s neck. Tasting her smooth sweet skin, Daneeta was in heaven, never having ever imagined experiencing this with another woman…but she couldn’t stop. Kissing down to her delicate collarbone then her upper chest, Daneeta, nuzzled away Alexa’s blouse with her teeth. Breathing softly on Alexa’s dark pink small nipples, yet not touching it, she teased her mercilessly. Daneeta then ran her tongue along the outer edges of one nipple, before flicking it on the tip. Suddenly feeling hungry to ravish Alexa’s succulent nipples, Daneeta captured one of the nipples thrusting up proudly from her blouse.

Arching her neck back and closing her vibrant eyes, Alexa felt consumed with desire as Daneeta captured her nipple hungry, latching onto the hard little tip. At the same moment, her finger slid in and out of Alexa, coaxing her body to produce the same sweet nectar she took from Daneeta.

Daneeta’s smooth hand gently cupped one of Alexa’s small breasts, as she suckled upon her satiny nipple, at the same moment, she slipped another finger inside Alexa, stretching her slightly, causing the beautiful blonde woman to moan in ecstasy. Daneeta moved to Alexa’s other breasts, but not before kissing her cleavage, licking the slightly salty skin, caused by the perspiration of their desire. Feeling Alexa’s breathing quickening, Daneeta continued to finger the woman with her fingers, as her thumb rubbed Alexa’s throbbing clit, causing the blonde to jerk uncontrollably….her orgasm mounting.

Crying out in ecstasy, Alexa whimpered helplessly as a huge orgasm began overtaking her smooth body…

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yesssssssssssssss yessssssssssssssssssssss! Alexa screamed out, not caring who heard her…..yet Daneeta continued pulling at her nipple gently with her teeth and fingering her slick, nectar- soaked pussy. Her body moving steadily in rhythm to Daneeta’s loving, Alexa felt another huge orgasm consuming her, saturating Daneeta’s fingers with sweet cum as she orgasmed once more.

As the tide slowed to a gentle beating of their hearts, both women held each other, as their breathing came back to normal. Alexa captured Daneeta’s luscious lips, then slipped a finger inside her for a moment, to gather one last sample of the beautiful silver-violet eyed beauty’s sweet cum.

Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door. “Excuse me Miss DeLyons and Miss Marshall, but is everything alright in there? The door must have locked by accident, an elderly customer would like to use the facilities if you are both done washing the stains from the cheesecake.”

Looking at each other and smiling knowingly, both women chuckled softly at the ironic words of the young waiter.

“Yes, we are just fine, we had to clean our skirts from the um…cheesecake, but we are done now”. Alexa offered the explanation, winking at Daneeta. As both beautiful ladies fixed their clothing and brushed their hair quickly, to make it seem that nothing happened, they walked to the door, and unlocked it.

“Sorry to intrude, ma’am, but this elderly lady was quite insistent on using the lady’s room” The young waiter blushed in embarrassment as both ladies watched him.

“Oh, that’s quite alright” Daneeta looked at the waiter’s name tag ” Marcus”…”We were done cleaning up anyway.”

“I am very sorry for the trouble, your desserts, will of course be on the house.” Marcus stammered.

Both Alexa and Daneeta approached Marcus and kisses his cheek, then both placed a finger near his lips, directly under his nose.

Daneeta and Alexa both whispered in Marcus’s ear and informed him “Mmmmmm ’twas a very juicy dessert”

Marcus’s eyes widened as his nostrils flared at the scent of soft pussy juice on both their fingers, then the two women smiled and walked out of the restaurant.

The End…for now..*winks*

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