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This story is a follow up to “Welcome to the Double C Resort” which should be read first to give you a background for this story. You can read this as a stand alone though.

This story has male to male contact. All characters were previously tested for any STD and HIV and were certified healthy.

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The day was finally here. My good friends, Anne and Ray were finally visiting me and Lisa at the Double C Resort.

I made all the arrangements for them to stay at one of our private villas. It was going to be great seeing them again.

I hadn’t seen them in almost ten years since they moved to the UK.

If I remember correctly, they just got into nudism before they left and Ray told me that they were looking forward to seeing me again and visiting the resort.

I was going to be able to entertain my friends by myself as Jessie was scheduled to be traveling around to other nudist resorts to see what they were like.

Lisa had already made arrangements to visit friends for a few days but was going to try get back before Anne and Ray leave.

I drove out to the airport to pick up my friends and, believe it or not, their plane was on time.

It took awhile but they finally got to the gate after going through customs.

As soon as I saw them I ran to them and hugged them and welcomed them to Florida.

We got their luggage and went to the car and loaded it up and headed to the resort.

On the way to the resort, we talked about what they have been up to and how things were going for them.

They said they travel a lot and are full fledged nudists and over the last few years, have gotten into some swinging. Ray asked if that shocked me and I told him no.

I then explained to them about Lisa’s career in porno and her relationship with Andre and that he paid her a fortune to be with him.

I continued by telling them that was how we bought the Double C Resort.

Anne, usually the quiet one as I remembered, told me that they have seen Lisa in her porno movies and was excited about meeting her.

After more than an hour in the car, we arrived at the resort. I took them to their private villa and brought their luggage in and got them settled.

I told them to give me a call when they were ready and I would give them a tour of the resort.

I gave Anne a kiss and gave my good friend Ray a hug.

I went back to the house and got undressed and stopped by the reception area to see how things were going.

Diane, the new receptionist, told me that the resort was going to be filled this week and all the villas and rooms are just about rented out.

I told her I would be busy with my friends and only contact me if there was an emergency.

As I was doing some paperwork, Ray called and I told him I would be right over to give them a tour.

As I approached their villa, I saw Anne and Ray standing outside in the nude.

I never saw them nude and they both made an impression on me.

Anne, although in her early 60’s, was stunning. She had to be 5’9″, about 135, and 36c tits that sagged a bit. Her nipples were semi erect and as round as dimes. Her pussy was neatly trimmed with grey hairs.

Ray stood 6’4″, about 205 and had a nice cock and balls which were very closely trimmed.

The three of us took a stroll and I pointed illegal bahis out the various buildings that were used by guests for sex.

We passed the dining hall and game rooms as well.

I even pointed out the one building that we just renovated so Lisa and other women could milk their men.

I then took them on the trails. Anne walked in between me and Ray. I told them that we had four trails that were pretty private. Just as I said that, we saw a young woman giving a guy a blow job. We watched for a couple of minutes then continued our walk.

Anne asked if that was permitted. I told her that we allow any sexual activity as long as it is consensual.

We continued our walk and stopped at a bench that overlooked a lake. We sat and just took in the beauty of nature.

As we were just taking everything in, I felt Anne’s hand on my knee. I looked at Anne, then Ray who just smiled at me.

Soon, Anne had her hand on my cock. I spread my legs a bit and Ray got up and Anne moved over on the bench and I wound up in the middle.

Anne’s hand moved down to my balls and then Ray moved his mouth down to my cock. In a second my good friend was sucking my cock as his wife played with my balls.

I started sucking Anne’s nipples as she was feeling me up. Ray just kept on sucking my cock.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a couple watching us but I didn’t say anything to stop our activities.

I told Ray I was going to cum. Anne then started kissing me, our tongues meeting.

With one loud moan, I shot my cum in Ray’s mouth as he swallowed every drop.

My cock went limp and Anne bent over and gave my spent cock a kiss.

After a few minutes I asked what that was all about. Ray said they saw me in a gay porno movie and he just had an impulse to suck my cock. He then asked if it was ok.

I smiled and told him it was ok. In fact I told him that, outside of the movie role, he was the first real guy to suck my cock and it felt good.

Anne then asked if I would like to join them for dinner and back to their place afterwards. I told them I would be happy to join them.

We continued our walk along the trails and saw some wonderful sights of people enjoying themselves, naturally.

At 7:00 p.m. we went to the dining hall and I had arranged a special dinner for my friends. The food was great as was the bottle of wine.

Without realizing it, we spent two hours having dinner and pleasant conversation.

By 9:30 p.m. we headed back to their villa for more wine and conversation.

Anne and Ray undressed and I joined them. Anne took the wine and three glasses and headed to the hot tub. It didn’t take us long to slip into the warm water to relax.

Anne sat on one side of me and Ray the other.

As we enjoyed the wine and warm water, my hand wandered over to Ray’s soft cock. I wrapped my hand around it and looked at him. Ray just smiled and gave me a nod of approval.

My hand moved up and down his shaft as I felt it getting swollen. Anne moved in front of us to get a better view.

I started playing with his big balls and he started feeling mine. My cock immediately grew from his touch.

Ray suggested we get out of the hot tub and dry off and head to the bed.

Without hesitation, the three of us got out, dried off and headed to illegal bahis siteleri the bedroom. Ray and I got on the bed and Anne watched from a chair.

Our cocks were nice and hard and Ray started sucking my cock. Anne yelled out for us to do 69.

I moved into position and in a few seconds we were each sucking cock and balls.

Anne got up and moved closer to us, touching us as we played. It didn’t take long before I told Ray I was going to cum. I sucked his cock harder and faster and he said he was going to cum.

In an instant, we both shot our loads down each other’s throats. Even as we still had cum in our mouths, Anne came over and licked whatever cum left in our mouths into her mouth.

Ray asked me how it felt. I told him I enjoyed it and it was better than doing it in the movie.

That night the three of us had some great sex.

The next day the three of us spent the day together and having some laughs.

As we were talking, I got a call from Lisa. She said that she will be home as soon as possible and should be home in two days. I told her to hurry home as I missed her and that I wanted her to meet Anne and Ray.

The rest of the day was spent at the pool and mingling with the guests.

That night I continued my sexploits with Ray and really enjoyed myself, something that I never dreamt of.

Anne encouraged us and took some pictures and video to show Lisa.

The next day I had to do some work and I left Ray and Anne on their own.

I finished up my work and called Ray and told him I wanted to take them out to a fancy restaurant and then we could go back to my house for some wine. Ray said that sounded great.

At 7:00 p.m. we went out to a nice Italian restaurant and enjoyed a great dinner.

After a wonderful meal we left the restaurant and went to my house to relax.

I told Ray and Anne that they could undress and join me in getting comfortable as I was undressing.

It was refreshing to sit naked and chat with old friends.

Anne asked if she could see my gay porno movie. I told her I would put it on and we could watch it together.

I loaded up the dvd and started to watch the movie.

I moved over closer to my friends and as they watched my movie, I buried my face in Ray’s cock and balls.

Ray spread his legs which gave me complete access to his hard cock and balls.

I started sucking his cock and got lost in deep throating him and ball surfing.

I never heard the door open and then I heard, “John, it seems I missed out on a good time with you and your friends.”

I turned around and there was Lisa. She came home early and wanted to surprise me, which she did.

I got up and introduced her to Ray and Anne. I told Lisa that they wanted me to show them some scenes from my gay porno movie.

“Sure” she said, “It seems my hubby likes cock just as much as he likes pussy.”

Lisa just looked at me and shook her head and headed to our bedroom with her suitcase.

A few minutes later, Lisa came out naked and joined us. I shut the movie off as we talked.

Anne told Lisa that her and Ray saw her movies and loved them as well as John’s gay movie.

Ray told her I was just showing him some techniques from making the movie.

Without saying a word, Lisa got up, walked over to Ray canlı bahis siteleri and sat besides him. Without even looking at Anne, Lisa started kissing Ray. Then she moved her face to his cock and slipped his manhood in her mouth.

We watched as she sucked his cock and his balls together as she seemed to swallow them up. It didn’t take long before Ray said he was cumming. A few more hard and rapid sucks and Ray shot his cum into Lisa’s mouth, some of which spilled out onto her tits.

After she was finished, she got up and said, “Now, that is how you suck cock.”

I looked at her as she walked out to the kitchen to get some wine.

When she came back, she brought four glasses of wine and sat down.

I brought her up to date on all our activities, sexual and other, and told her that things just happened.

Then Lisa said, “John, would you do me a favor? I want to watch you and Ray have sex together. Will you do that for me?”

I looked at her and Ray and he nodded his ok and I told her I would for her.

With that said, Ray and I went and got on the bed. Lisa and Anne sat together on the love seat and watched. Anne had her cell phone camera ready.

As Ray and I got in position for some 69, I could see Lisa and Anne playing with each other’s tits.

Ray and I started sucking each other’s cocks and balls.

Then Lisa said, “I want to see John’s cock in your ass Ray and your cock in his ass.”

Ray got on all fours and I lined up my cock to his asshole. I put some lube on my cock and started to slowly slide my cock in. I could feel his tightness but I kept pushing my cock in. Ray started pushing his ass back and soon my cock was completely in his ass.

I rested a bit, then started slowly fucking Ray’s ass. Ray tried to get in synch with my thrusts and soon we had a rhythm going.

After a few minutes, I told Ray I was going to cum.

Lisa told me to cum in his ass. Anne said the same thing.

I started ramming my cock harder and faster, then shot my load deep into Ray’s ass as I held on to his hips.

My cock went limp and I fell to the side as my cock was still spurting out a little cum.

The women told Ray to fuck my ass and within minutes, I was on all fours with Ray’s big cock looking for its mark.

Ray lubed my ass and his cock and I spread my cheeks to give him complete access.

I could feel him pushing his cock head in my tight ass. He pushed his cock in ever so slowly and it seemed like a lifetime before his cock was fully seated in me.

He then started pumping his cock in my ass. I just let him fuck my ass. I could see Ann taking video as Lisa was sucking Anne’s nipples but watching us.

Anne told her husband to cum in my ass when he was ready.

Ray said he was ready now and he fucked my ass harder and faster. Soon, I felt his cun shooting into my ass. Even before he pulled out, his cum was oozing out my hole.

We both fell on the bed exhausted.

Anne and Lisa started clapping and told us we put on a nice show.

As Ray and I rested, the two women got into 69 and started eating each other.

It didn’t take them long before they each had an orgasm.

When they were finished, Lisa got up and went over to Ray and formally introduced herself to him then to Anne.

I thought that was funny, considering.

Well, the next two days were more of the same.

Lisa became good friends with Anne and Ray and invited them back again for a possible longer stay.

It was sad to see my friends leave but it sure was nice seeing them again.

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Jennifer heard the office door open along with a male voice, “I can’t imagine what was going through her mind…I mean, seriously, who exercises in a public gym wearing a thong leotard?”

Jennifer’s hands froze over her keyboard. She recognized Joe’s voice. Another male voice responded, “Was she wearing tights or something underneath?” That voice belonged to Mark, one of her co-workers. Joe was her boss.

“No. That’s just it, I could understand more, not completely, but more if she had tights on.” Joe replied.

The two men couldn’t see Jennifer. She was sitting in the half dark office full of cubicles. Normally she wasn’t in the office this early but she had an appointment in the middle of the day and wanted to work the extra time early instead of late. She realized the men assumed they were alone in the office and her heart raced. “What should I do?” She wondered.

Mark spoke, “So she’s walking around the gym basically with her ass hanging out for everybody to see?” Jennifer’s eyes snapped wide to hear Mark use such a direct word about a woman’s backside. He was such a soft spoken, sweet guy. She felt as if she’d walked into the mythical male locker room and was listening to how men really talked when women weren’t around.

“Well, it was 4:30 in the morning. Not many people there besides myself and a couple others. But yeah, she was.” Joe replied.

“Well?” Mark paused.

Finally Joe laughed, “Well what?” Jennifer leaned closer to the wall of her cubicle.

“Did she have a nice ass?”

Joe chuckled again, “Let’s just say I decided to face the other direction while I worked out, you know, to avoid the distraction.”

Mark laughed, “Understood.” Jennifer’s eyebrows went up. What did Joe mean? That he was attracted to the woman’s bare backside? A tiny surge of jealously sparked in her chest but she pushed it down. There was no understanding between her and Joe. She’d had a crush on him since she started this job a few months back. She’d never been married although she’d been engaged for three years before she finally lost patience with the man. Joe had apparently been married for two years right after college but was now divorced. He was 35. She was 34.

Jennifer kept trying to set the jealousy aside. Of course Joe would be attracted to a woman’s rear. Why wouldn’t he? Immediately Jennifer wondered if Joe would be attracted to her bottom. She’d been told a couple of times that she had a very feminine and shapely rear.

Jennifer’s thoughts jolted back to her situation as she heard a bag being set down. Joe’s voice was clear. They were probably standing at Mark’s cubicle, just three down from hers. “I’m not sure I ever understood the thong thing. I mean, sure, it looks sexy and all, but isn’t it uncomfortable?”

Jennifer smiled at Joe’s question, nodding her head. She’d never been one to wear thong style underwear. The one time she’d tried it had felt uncomfortable. Thus, she was surprised when Mark replied, “April says it depends on the size and quality of the underwear. She wears thong panties all the time and says they feel comfortable after you get used to them.” April was Mark’s wife. Jennifer was surprised both to hear another woman claim that thongs were comfortable but also to hear one man so casually mention his wife’s panties to another man. She wondered if her old fiance had ever mentioned her panties to his friends? She understood that Mark and Joe were pretty close friends.

“Well, I can’t imagine a thong being comfortable.” Joe laughed.

“Of course not, man, you’ve got balls dangling down there. Women don’t have that….er, protrusion.” Mark replied in a snide voice. Again, Jennifer felt as if she were in the men’s locker room. “Men really did talk like this,” she thought in amazement. Mark’s voice continued, “Some of the women in our group wear thong panties.”

Jennifer felt her breath catch. She wondered, “How could he know…” Her thought was mimicked by Joe’s voice, “How could you possibly know that?”

“Yeah!” Jennifer thought as she felt her face going red. Mark replied, “I’ve got eyes, don’t I?”

“X-ray eyes?” Joe laughed.

“No, I mean, you can kind of tell, just looking, over time….I mean.” Jennifer leaned even closer to the wall.

“You mean panty lines or something?” Joe asked, “I don’t think you can always see them, even when they’re wearing regular panties.”

“No, not always.” Mark said, “But sometimes you can tell and I’ve noticed over the years.”

Joe laughed, “Years! You’ve been staring at your co-worker’s butts for years?”

“Jeesh, man! You make it sound like I’m a pervert.” Jennifer felt herself smile and almost had to stifle a laugh. Mark went on, “No, I don’t stare but I have noticed here and there.”

“Noticed what?” Joe asked. Jennifer thought, “Yeah, noticed what?”

“Well, for example, I think Camille wears thongs. She’s been here for what…two years?” Mark asked. Jennifer thought about Camille…young, right out of college. “Mark’s just guessing,” She thought to herself.

“Yeah.” canlı bahis şirketleri Joe said.

“Well, I’ve never seen a panty line on her and I’ve seen her in some pretty tight pants.”

“She’s just young. It’s probably more of an age thing.” Joe replied.

“Probably.” Mark paused, and then continued, “But Amy, on the other hand, I know she wears regular panties, I’ve seen the lines.”

“Amy is in her 50’s.” Joe said.

“So that fits the age theory.” Mark said.

They were silent for a moment. Jennifer’s thoughts raced and she felt her heart pounding. She knew what was coming next. She was the only other woman in their group. Time slowed to a crawl until finally, almost painfully, Mark spoke again, “Then there’s Jennifer…”

Jennifer felt as though she couldn’t breath. Joe replied, “Yeah…”

“I’m not sure,” Mark said, “She hasn’t been here as long but I noticed panty lines one time in particular, last week, in fact.” Jennifer felt her face was flaming hot. She wasn’t sure whether to feel indignant, embarrassed, or glad she was noticed and included.

Jennifer was surprised at Joe’s next words, “Well, we probably shouldn’t be talking like this.” On one hand, Joe was right, they shouldn’t be talking about female co-worker’s underwear, but on the other hand, she kind of wanted to know what Joe thought about her underwear. She sighed and immediately covered her mouth, realizing that she was inadvertently eavesdropping and hoping for a way out of this scenario that didn’t reveal herself.

“Hey man, do you like Jennifer?” Mark asked, out of the blue.

Jennifer’s heart stopped again. “Of course I do.” Joe replied.

Jennifer felt a little disappointed with the casual reply. Mark spoke, “No, I mean, you know, like her more than just a co-worker.”

Jennifer waited, wondering what Joe would say. He spoke, “Well, I can’t really. I’m her boss.”

“This is just friend to friend.” Mark said.

“Well, friend to friend, sure, I’m attracted to her. She’s smart. She’s nice….pretty. She’s fun to be around…but that doesn’t change that I can’t do anything about it.” Jennifer felt a smile spread involuntarily across her face.

“That sucks for you, man.” Mark said.

Jennifer heard the office door open again. The two men went silent. The rest of the office lights flipped on. Then she heard Joe’s voice call out, “Hey, Damon, how are you doing this morning?”

Jennifer sat quietly. It sounded as though Joe and Mark walked toward the entrance to talk with Damon for a while. Her mind wandered over the conversation. Eventually she heard Mark return to his cube and heard him typing. Damon’s cube was further away.

The office was quiet for about fifteen minutes and Jennifer was just getting focused back on work when she heard Joe’s voice behind her. It startled her and she let out a little squeak. “Oh, I’m sorry for scaring you, Jennifer.” He smiled softly as she turned to look at him.

“That’s OK” She managed to say in a soft voice. Slowly she felt her face growing warm as she stared up at him.

He looked at her for a moment and apparently seemed surprised to see her. He glanced toward Mark’s cube and then she noticed his face started to redden a little. “You’re here early.”

“Yeah. I’ve got an appointment and will need to take a long lunch.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” He paused, seemingly unsure of what to say. Finally he spoke a little awkwardly, “So, when did you get in?”

Jennifer realized he was trying to decide if she’d heard thong discussion. “Um, just a few minutes ago.”

He looked relieved, “Oh, OK. Well, how are you doing?”

Jennifer felt a little stab of annoyance that he was getting off so easy. Now she wanted him to know that she’d heard their indiscreet conversation. Before she could stop and think about it, she spoke, “I might leave a little earlier too, if you don’t mind. There’s a store I’d like to stop at right near my appointment and, well, you know how hard we’ve been working lately… do you mind?”

“No, of course not. What are you shopping for?” He asked.

Again, the word slipped out before she could think, “Panties.” Her face started warming up and she couldn’t believe she’d just said that.

His face went red too. He paused, mouth open, and glanced aside toward Mark’s cube. His voice went low and he took a step forward, “Look, Jennifer, I’m really sorry about what you apparently heard. I shouldn’t have talked that way with Mark. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Jennifer immediately regretted bringing it up. She smiled at him, “I guess I’m just teasing.”

Joe nodded, “I hope, well, I hope you don’t feel, harassed or anything. That’s the last thing on my mind. I just feel so stupid, like I’m some teenaged kid caught talking trash in the locker room. It won’t happen again.”

Jennifer laughed quietly, “I’ll count on that.”

Joe smiled weakly and said, “Talk to you later.” He turned and walked away.

Jennifer turned back to her computer and moved her hands over the keyboard. She canlı kaçak iddaa couldn’t concentrate. She was feeling a bit of shock at how forward she had been. He behaved exactly as she would have expected when confronted with the indiscreet conversation. He was embarrassed and sorry. The part of the conversation that stuck in her mind now, though, was that he was interested in her but that he couldn’t act on it as her supervisor. She briefly wondered how much she liked this job. Maybe it was time to change.

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Jennifer had been telling the truth about the proximity of the lingerie store to her appointment but she never intended to go there. Now, as she exited the office building from her appointment, she stopped and glanced down the street toward the lingerie shop. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked toward it.

As she went through the front door a wave of pleasant fragrance washed over her and she was attracted to the soft, warm colors throughout the store. Almost immediately a woman approached her and asked if she needed help. Jennifer decided the direct approach was best and explained that she was interested in buying some thong panties but that her previous experience with them hadn’t been comfortable. The woman nodded knowingly and started leading her across the store while explaining how getting the right fit and material made all the difference.

About half an hour later Jennifer walked out of the store holding a n little ornate pink shopping bag. As she headed back to the office, a plan was formulating in her mind spurred on by the events of the morning. She was wearing a nice business suit and the pants were reasonably tight. Standing upright, she was confident that the lines of her brief-style panties were not visible but bending over was a different story.

Eventually she walked through the lobby of the office building, down the hall, and opened the door to her group’s area. Joe’s private office was immediately to the right and she stopped in his open door. He looked up from his computer and smiled at her.

“I’m back.” She smiled back at him.

“Appointment went OK?” He asked. She saw his eyes glance down at the delicate pink shopping bag in her hands.

“Perfect, thanks.” She said.

“Good.” He smiled and again his eyes glanced at the shopping bag.

“Well, back to work.” She turned and walked away, keeping in view of his open office door. She slowed her walk and tried not to be too obvious but she put a little more side-to-side movement in her hips as she moved, knowing the motion might catch his attention and draw his eyes to her rear.

She’d worked this plan out on the way back to the office. She wanted him to notice her panties. The group had a set of distribution boxes in the open area of their office and those boxes were also within line of sight of Joe’s door. Her box was at the bottom of the stack and as she approached the boxes, she slowed even more. Then, slowly, deliberately, she bent at the waist keeping her ass pointed directly at his office and checked her distribution box. She took an envelope from it, straightened, and walked toward her cubicle. Just before she was out of sight from Joe’s office, she glanced back. She caught Joe looking quickly away and couldn’t suppress a smile on her own face as she hurried back to her cubicle. “It worked!” She thought. She felt an incredible rush of sexual power, something she’d never really experimented with before.

Jennifer was ready for the next part of her plan. She prepared the paperwork, stuffed it into an envelope, and then picked up the little pink shopping bag and headed out the side exit from their office area toward the bathrooms. Their group had two small unisex bathrooms, each one with doors that locked, meant to be used by one person at a time. Jennifer stepped into one of them and closed the door behind her. She set the shopping bag down and turned to look at herself in the mirror. The pants of her business suit were smooth across her thighs and looked very nice. She turned around and craned her neck to look at her rear view. As she thought, the pants were loose enough across her bottom to not show her panty lines. She slowly bent at the waist, watching to see what Joe would have seen. Almost immediately as the smooth material stretched over her rounded bum, the lines of her panties became clearly visible.

She smiled, straightened, and undid her pants. She stepped out of her heels and slid the pants down her legs. She carefully hung the pants on a wall peg and turned to look at herself in her regular panties. They were nice looking, simple and sleek. They were made of a smooth micro-fiber and were pale green with a little yellow bow in the middle of the lace waist band.

She turned around to look at how the panties encased her bottom. The cut completely covered the wide, rounded globes of her cheeks. She slowly bent and as the material stretched tighter, it became somewhat transparent and she smiled as the cleavage between her cheeks became visible. She felt a sexual stirring in her canlı kaçak bahis pussy.

She straightened, slid her thumbs behind the waist of the panties and slid them down her thighs until they dropped to the floor. She looked back at her reflection in the mirror, naked from the waist down. She really did feel as though her ass were her best sexual feature. She stared at it’s rounded, wide fullness, each cheek tapering smoothly down to a nearly perfectly round half globe. She reached around and patted her bare bottom, watching her cheeks jiggle tightly with each pat.

Again, she slowly bent at the waist, watching the view of her rear as more and more of her privates came into view. She saw the brown hair of her pussy start to show. She spread her legs and bent further, now clearly feeling the sexual arousal between her legs. Fully bent she could see her little, pink and puckered anus and for the first time in her life, felt that it was attractive and desirable. Her eyes traced down from her anus to the tight lips of her outer labia, puffy and full, mostly hair free toward the back with hair starting to grow more toward the front. Her lips were full and stuck together. She slowly slid two fingers down over her abdomen, through her soft, full pubic hair until she felt her pussy lips. A moan escaped her throat as pleasure filled her groin. Her fingers went down the sides of her lips, between the lip and the inner thigh, down between her legs toward her anus and then back between her lips, pulling them apart to expose the now very moist and pink interior. She was amazed at how wet she was.

Without thinking, she slowly pushed a finger into her vagina. Immediately, she envisioned Joe looking at her ass, looking at her pussy, and then she imagined Joe’s penis sliding into her pussy the way her finger was. She let out a small squeal of arousal and pushed her finger in deeper, pulling it out, pushing it in, over and over imagining Joe’s penis plunging into her wet pussy. She felt amazing, tingly all over, and had never come this close to orgasm this quickly before while masturbating. She pulled her slick, wet finger out and immediately started fiddling with her clitoris. The orgasm washed over her powerfully and she felt her knees almost buckling with pleasure. She cried out and then clamped her mouth shut, not wanting to be heard. Her mouth spread wide again and she closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure from the orgasm washed through her body. Finally it subsided and she stood up straight again, looking back one more time at the reflection of her wide, smooth and bare bottom. She was sexy and she knew it.

A smile spread across her face as she thought about her plan again. She hadn’t planned on masturbating but wow, it felt amazing. She’d never masturbated at work before.

She washed the lubrication off her fingers, dried her hands and then looked into the little pink bag. There were three thong panties in the bag. She took her favorite out. They were a very smooth and light-weight stretchy material, black with little white polka dots and a pink waist band with a little pink bow on each side above the leg.

Jennifer smiled as she looked at the panties. She imagined wearing them in public, in a gym, exercising in front of Joe. She imagined him watching her nearly naked ass as she moved rhythmically. She imagined his penis getting big and hard because of what he saw. She shook her head to clear it image. Her pussy was still wet and feeling tingly.

Carefully she stepped into the thong and pulled it up her long legs. The triangular front barely covered her luxuriously thick patch of soft brown pubic hair. She turned to look at her ass in the thong. The material between her cheeks was soft and comfortable and she was surprised at how nice the panties felt both over her genitals and up between her cheeks against her anus. There was none of the wedgie, irritating feel from the thong panties she’d tried in the past.

She hooked her thumbs under the waist band and pulled the thong up, wondering at what point it would start to feel like a wedgie. Eventually it did so but in the process, her already tingling pussy started to feel highly aroused again. She loved how the stretchy thong looked pulled up tight between her bare bottom cheeks and it felt wonderfully applying pressure to her pussy lips. She turned around and pulled from the front, watching to see how her pubic hair became visible on each side of the panty front. Then as she was adjusting the thong, the left side of her labia slipped out from the thong’s tight embrace and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

Jennifer turned around and bent at the waist to see what her pussy looked like part way out of the thong. The lip was full and puffy. She touched it with a finger and found it incredibly sensitive, sucking in her breath in pleasure. Looking closer she noticed that the panties were starting to show the dampness of her pussy’s lubrication.

Carefully she adjusted the crotch of the panties so it slipped between both her pussy lips and then she pulled it up even more. Her big labia bulged out obscenely to either side of the material now barely visible and buried in her pussy. She grinned wickedly, wondering what Joe would think to see her exercising in a gym in a thong with her puffy labia sticking out.

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Min Aryan was known as a nymphomaniac. At age 23, she’d had sex with more men than she could remember. She currently worked as an x-rated film star and spent the majority of her time having hot, out-of-control with well-hung young men.

Min’s greatest lover was Clint, her sexy dark-haired stud from Canada. Clint didn’t mind Min’s lustful appetites, in fact it lead to many kinky acts between the two. Their relationship was very relaxed. He allowed her countless lovers and didn’t mind her porno-acting. In return, she gave him sexual freedom to pursue other women on the side. In fact, she wasn’t even angry when she caught him laying carpet with the maid, while also entering the pretty, young woman from behind on the rolled-up length of carpet.

One afternoon, Min arrived home to her apartment she shared with Clint to find a note from him on the kitchen table. The note read: “Darling, I’ll be out for the afternoon. I’ll be home later this evening. Be hot and ready for me when I return. Love, Clint.”

Min smiled, her nipples instantly hardening when images came to mind of Clint’s exquisite lovemaking. He, like no other, knew ultimately how to please her. She decided to spend the remainder of the afternoon preparing for a night of delicious sex with her lover.

She slipped off her clothing. First, she pulled the white cotton blouse over her head. She wore no bra and noticed that her dark-pink, dusky nipples illegal bahis were taut and aroused. She ran soft, lazy fingertips over the peaks, sighing from the rush of pleasure it gave. Next, her red skirt came off, followed by her light-blue silk and lace panties. The dark patch of hair between her legs quivered as she padded across the floor toward the bathroom. A warm wetness between her thighs caught her attention, and she knew instantly she needed to cool down. A nice, long bath should do the trick.

Once inside the bathroom, Min ran cool water into the circular tub. She squeezed a large portion of bubble-bath under the spray and soon rich bubbles emerged within the bath. She then stepped into the tub, washcloth and razor in hand. She hummed a soft melody as she began to lather her body with a small piece of lilac-scented soap. A moan rose in her throat as she massaged the silky lather over her breasts. The nipples burned and tingled as she ran the wash cloth across the curves again and again. She slipped the wash cloth between her thighs, the cool fabric playing over the heated moisture there. Suddenly a wicked thought came to mind. Clint would have a great surprise when he returned home that night!

She raised herself up in the tub, so only her legs remained within the water, then she applied the soap to her pubic region, carefully saturating the curly patch. Then, very slowly, she began to glide the razor illegal bahis siteleri across the triangle of dark hair, watching as bare, smooth skin started to appear.

The razor seemed to sing as it glided again and again across the petal-soft flesh, removing every tiny dark hair above Min’s moist snatch. It was at that very moment that she realized how wet she was. Beads of pearly moisture were slowly emerging from the heated pink lips of her vagina. She wet a finger in her mouth and inserted it deeply in her well-lubricated crevice. A strangled moan left her lips as she embedded her finger to the hilt. Her loins burned with pleasurable tingles as she slid the finger in and out again and again and again. Ohhh, God, how she longed to cum, and cum hard!

Her eyes come to rest on the cylindrical bottle which contained strawberry-scented bubble bath. *It’s just the right size and shaped like a huge cock,* she thought to herself, so many lustful visions coming to mind.

Min stopped fingering her shaved genitals only long enough to grasp the half-filled container of scented bubble bath. Once in hand, she inserted the red tip of the cap into her gushing pink slit. “Ooooo,” she moaned, as she stretched to accomidate more of the thick, dick-shaped bottle. She licked her lips passionately as her snatch accepted the entire length of the hard object.

With deep, quick thrusts, she rocked the bottle of bubble canlı bahis siteleri bath to and fro inside her juicy vagina. Her nipples were tingling and rock-hard as an orgasm built-up within her. “God, I want to CUMMMM!” she groaned, as she rammed the container deep, deep inside.

Instantly, a wild orgasm ripped through her body, leaving her limp and satisfied. She slipped slowly down in the lukewarm water, tenderly caressing her breasts and tummy with the damp wash cloth. Her nipples remained taut with thrilling sensation as the after effects of the orgasm slowly seeped away.

“Ohhh, Clint….” she whimpered, as the water lapped at her vaginal opening. “I am still hungry for you.”

She stood in the bath, wrapping a fluffy towel around her middle. She dried her body and applied a soft sheen of sweet-smelling perfume to her skin. She then left the bathroom and padded into the bedroom. She pulled back the covers and lay down on the dark-blue silk sheets. She located a small container of strawberry-flavored lip gloss upon the nightstand and loving applied it to the engorged lips of her hairless vagina. “A small feast for my man,” she thought. “What a surprise he will have!”

She slipped into a sexy, see-thru purple negligee trimmed in black lace and having a wide open crotch for easy access. Her attire was something which was totally new. She had been saving it for a wild night such as this with Clint.

She opened her bedside copy of “Hot Female Fantasies,” a collection of erotic stories which had the capacity to put her in the mood for further sexual passions. “Ooooo,” this looks good as she flipped to a page describing sex on horseback…….

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A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 70). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Chapter 74 – Family Planning. Opening Night at Club Infinity

Mark

Yes, I went to India, but only for three days not four. I got back a half-day before I appeared at the condo. I spent that time at The Meadows and Club. Everyone else was in the city, except I did see Elsa and Stacy at the soon-to-be-open Club. The reason why was that I wanted to attend to the last details on the Grand Opening of the Club Infinity.

With the time difference, and my weird sleeping habits, I was in almost constant communication with Elsa and Stacy about the place. I finished up early in Mumbai, and starting the long flight back by way of Luton to refuel, and then a long direct flight to City Airport. John had brought the long haul 737 along with two relief pilots to keep things safe. He didn’t want to fall asleep and keep right on flying along on autopilot.

John told me the story from when he’d been in the USAF that a B-52 pilot had told him about flying the interminably long flights where they were on a mock bombing sortie aiming at several major cities in the old USSR, only everyone in the plane fell asleep – a crew of eight and everyone dozed off! They overflew their turnaround point in North Dakota and ended up near the North Pole before someone woke up and realized what the hell was happening. Somehow, they managed to avoid a major reprimand or the start of World War III.

I spent twelve hours with Elsa, Stacy, Lee, and everybody else at the club doing everything from making major spending decisions (my wallet), to bringing boxes of liquor in to stock the new bar. Near the end of the day everyone was there except the patrons. I was taken that Kate Kenworthy was there too, lugging boxes and helping to set up the tables and the bar so everything looked in top shape.

Onstage two of the male strippers and four of the female strippers were practicing their routines. Fortunately, they had the music at a reasonable level instead of what it would be once the risqué part of the club fired up around ten o’clock each evening we were open.

The bartenders were laying out their bar and making final adjustments as to where glasses and bottles sat, and getting to know which taps worked what beverages. The kitchen area was abuzz with the cooks just practicing by laying out a nice meal for everyone else that was working that day. I thought the food came out reasonably well. I did make a few recommendations, and they seem well received.

Lee and Stacy showed me some of the advertising from the prior week. I liked it, and so apparently did about three hundred others who took advantage of the ‘special sign-up offer’ with great discounts, include free ‘club’ membership if a large donation was made to the city hospital expansion fund.

Stacy had talked to the fire marshall about our opening. The club was rated as 210 people on the downstairs floor area, and 65 upstairs, which had separate fire escapes. He allowed that for the special occasion we could go up to about four hundred providing all the fire doors remained open and a crew was onsite. She readily agreed to those terms, and that set up part of what would be happening that night. She also made sure he had a special club membership that extended to his family.

Lucas stepped in and handled the security for the opening night, coordinating with Lee. He had the core group he needed to protect – the girls and me, and then provided extra security for the various open doors, and also sobriety checkpoints armed with breathalyzers at the exits from the large parking lot. When the police heard about the checkpoints, I got a special call of gratitude from them praising the attention to detail, safety, and the good example we were setting, even if only for the special night.

I called everyone who’d worked on Club Infinity together about five o’clock. The bartenders set up small flutes of champagne so we could toast to the club and each other’s success. Five o’clock was when the door would be opening the next night, for an official start time of seven p.m. I gave a little speech, praising their efforts, expressing my appreciation for their future focus on making our customers have a great experience while they were with us, and also acknowledging the special efforts that Stacy, Lee, Alice, and Elsa had put into making the Club Infinity a reality.

As I spoke, canlı bahis I couldn’t help but notice the unusual assortment of people we had gathered around – about fifty people. Not everyone would be working every night, but for the grand opening it was all hands on deck. There were about ten bartenders, four of the male and all ten of the female strippers were there, and scantily dressed given that they had just finished a dress rehearsal of their late night routines. When we opened for normal operations we would have a ladies night one night a week that would feature the male strippers during certain time segments. The rest of the time it was tits and ass, as Elsa called it. The grand opening was only a tame sampler of what would be our regular offer in the sex department.

From opening to eight o’clock, the club would be a fairly straight restaurant and bar – even young children would be welcome. We hoped to have some live music, but not the full band that would start at eight and go to midnight or later with a few breaks; from eight on, the place would be a rockin’ dance club.

The whole tenor of the club would change again between ten and ten-thirty depending on clientele. After that, the strippers would also be performing. People could continue to dance, but on stage there would be some very risqué entertainment – our strippers. Each girl (or guy) would perform for about twenty minutes, working the crowd, and milking the paper money stuffed into G-strings and jock straps by audience members. There’d be a ten minute or so break between one performer ending his or her routine, and the next starting.

During the subsequent performances, the guys or gals in particular would circulate in the audience soliciting lap dances and photo ops. We set some rules, in accord with the state laws, about no hands and such, but we were prepared to be lax about enforcing those except in problem situations.

Most of the population, even in the adjacent states knew that full nudity was allowed. For the grand opening we were only going to segue into that state of dress after midnight with some unique lighting effects, in particular colored strobes and lasers. Stacy was going to be playing emcee all night long – one of her new jobs – and would be sure the audience knew that our routine shows would be a little more risqué than what they were seeing at our opening, especially since so many people brought their wives or partners along to the gala. We expected some complaints, and everyone who was working had free drink coupons to give out as a salve for just that situation.

A few of the electricians opted to work on the lighting after we broke up our thank you speeches, but other than that, most people went home.

Alice, Stacy and Elsa took me upstairs to christen the VVIP room. I guessed their motivations, and even caught a smirk from Lucas as they led me up the cordoned off stairway. Elsa led the way into the safe room, now beautifully appointed with furniture, and a series of photographs of nude women that were sexy, lewd, and unbelievably artistic. The photos were the work of Brite Reber, a photographer working out of her farm in Minnesota, who had done kings, queens, rock stars, and every other kind of celebrity you could think of. Some of the photographs were Brite, a point that made them especially appealing.

One particular photograph showed the petals of a Gardenia – about four feet across. Right next to the beautiful ‘plant’ worthy of a Georgia O’Keeffe painting and the same size, was a woman’s vulva, with the petals of her labia minora as beautifully spread as the flower revealing the invitation to her sex.

I didn’t resist or play cute with the three women. I romanced them immediately and seriously, getting naked with them, and then making love to the three as we tried out one of the pull out beds. On the other side of some one-way glass, we could see the light show that was being tested. The effect was startling, and I could only imagine how sexy it would be once one of the sexy strippers was there performing and enticing the males in the audience.

Our safe room had a small bath that proved convenient for cleanup. Once we were decent, I left the club, and Alice, Stacy, and Elsa followed me home for dinner. Officially, I was arriving home from India.

I had sent the girls an invitation to the special event, ‘whatever it was,’ for the Saturday night. I figured that might have tipped my hand that I knew what was happening, but I tried to word the invitation as though I was as in the dark as they were except for that sign at home.

The next night we had the long stretch limousine, and at six-thirty the seven of us left to go to a ‘special dinner’ that I had arranged. By then, everyone had guessed that I was the source of the ‘Surprise’ – only no one yet knew what it was.

The club was about a half-hour from The Meadows, so we arrived right a seven o’clock. We pulled up just as a couple of other limousines had finished dropping bahis siteleri off some people. Already, the parking lot looked quite full.

Melanie was jumping around in the car. “What is this place? What’s the Club Infinity? I’ve never heard of this place and I thought I knew every club within a hundred miles of here.”

I held up my hand, “Ladies. This is our new toy. I own this club thanks to Elsa, Stacy, Alice, and many others. This is the grand opening. We’re expecting about three or four hundred people to help us kick it off tonight. So come and enjoy.”

I barely got the words out. There were squeals of joy and surprise from each girl. They were ecstatic about the surprise and the ‘toy’ as I’d called it. Instantly, they realized the potential for the club and our lifestyle.

I pointed at Elsa, and she started to fill in some of the details. Instantly, they got on her case for not sharing, but they were pretty forgiving too. They were more interested as they heard about the strippers, and the unique atmosphere we were trying to create in the club.

Right behind us, another limousine pulled up. Six people got out and we all greeted each other: Wes, Vanessa, Scott, Anna, Felicia, and Monica. As I held Van and Monica, I gestured to the club entrance, and said, “This was all your idea. This is in part for you.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked. The other two women moved into the conversation.

“At our big party a few months ago, you told me you wanted a place nearby to dance and perform once in a while as a stripper. I liked that idea, especially because I’d like to be in the audience watching all your hot bodies up on the stage that you’ll see inside. Well, this is your place to perform.”

I got a barrage of kisses from the four new women. My own girls weren’t through with me yet either, so I felt well loved by the time we made it to the entrance.

The club bouncer waved us all inside. I’d met Carlos several times the day before and we’d even talked. He was almost as big as a barn door, and his muscles made his t-shirt stretch to nearly the tearing point. He did have a pleasant smile and welcoming façade, however, but if you were underage after ten o’clock you wouldn’t want to mess with him when he asked for ID, and perish the thought that you’d ever piss him off for any reason.

Beside Carlos stood Kate – the sexy stripper I’d helped with some money for her daughter’s braces. She also welcomed people to the club. Kate was dressed in a very slinky cocktail dress and sparkly shoes, and looked like a lure to sexy entertainment if I ever saw one. She wore a sash to identify her as part of the club retinue and was also handing out little half-page colorful circulars that described the club and how it would function.

Welcome to the Club Infinity

We’re different!

We’re new!

We’re your home for entertainment and great food!

5:00 to 8:30 p.m. – Lounge/restaurant – Enjoy our fine food (Membership not required)

8:30 to 10:00 p.m. – We’re a club with live bands – come dance

10:30 to 2:00 a.m. – We’re that club with live bands, AND adult entertainment

Please join us on a regular basis. We’ll have constantly changing entertainment.

Tonight – our Grand Opening – is only a sample and after 10:30 will be tame for tonight

Kate stopped me, and her eyes got all teary again. She hugged me politely and said, “I just want to thank you again for your help. Tori got her braces on this afternoon. She’s already complaining but she knows it’s for her long-term best interest. She calls herself ‘Tinsel Teeth’ now.” She threw an arm around me and gave me a hard kiss on the lips, and then looked longingly into my eyes.

I thought, ‘Wow.’ I said with some humor, “I might like to kiss you some more. Do you have any other kids that need braces?”

Kate gave me a playful punch on my arm, and said, “No, but you can kiss me anytime. I’d like to kiss you some more too.” We both laughed to take the edge off the moment, but there was a serious undercurrent of attraction between the two of us.

I led our group inside and the din of the music, conversations, and laughter reached our ears. This was a happy place. I liked what I heard and saw instantly.

Elsa

Mark had to work late after having been out of the office for most of the week for his trip to India and his preoccupation with the Club Infinity. His tardiness in coming home gave me an excuse to talk about our family with my sisters – Mark’s other wives.

Izzy and I cooked dinner for the six of us. We were staying at the condo for the next four nights. Sheila, Melanie, and Izzy did not stay to work with Mark since he had a late meeting, but came home about seven o’clock. KC also didn’t have to work at the gallery that night. Cindy happily made some hors d’oeuvres for us as we sat around at the large island in the kitchen. Stacy had also shown up with several dozen canapés from the Club Infinity. She was becoming bahis şirketleri more and more a member of our circle and like another sister. Alice was also there working on a light and fluffy dessert she swore wouldn’t have that many calories in it.

As the cooker did its thing, we shared some Chardonnay together and munched on the hors d’oeuvres.

I broached the subject; “I have an important subject to raise with all of you. It’s … kind of personal and sensitive.” My voice was kind of shaky. It had taken me all day to work up to talking to my sisters, because what I wanted to do would change everything about the way we lived.

Sheila sat next to me and sensed my angst. She turned and touched my arm and urged, “What? You can tell us anything.” The others nodded in agreement with her statement about our openness with each other.

I blurted out with great uncertainty, “I want to have a baby … to get pregnant by Mark.”

Thirty seconds of silence is a long time after you’ve made a major confession about your deep feelings on one of the most important things that’ll ever happen in your life. My sisters all stared at me with a mix of expressions – the same expressions they had just before I spilled out my desire. I wasn’t at all sure whether I was now banned from the sisterhood, or whether their stares were or would be welcoming.

Sheila stood next to me and wrapped her arms around me. She kissed me as the others watched and started to smile. Cindy hustled around the island and embraced me in one of her ‘I’ll never not love you’ hugs.

Sheila said, “I wondered when one of us would feel the urge. I am one hundred percent with you on this. I might even join you. You have always been our trail blazer.”

Cindy spoke next, hugging me more, and saying things to me that both a sister and lover would say. She reminded me of how happy our parents would be with a grandchild.

I started to cry … to sob, actually. I didn’t realize the tension I’d been holding in since my realization that this was what I wanted days earlier. My family not only liked the idea, they loved the idea. The sisters closer to my age wanted the same thing; the younger ones were supportive but wanted to wait a few years. They all hugged me and told me how much they loved me.

Through my tears and my jerky voice, I tried to make them realize how much our lifestyle might change; everything from work to home life to our sex-laden parties. Not one of my sisters was the least upset by any of my negative talking points. They assured me that we’d work through every problem and issue, and we’d find a way if we wanted to continue our parties.

I volunteered to take Baby Worthington away when there was a party, but they told me they would have none of that kind of thinking. We were a family – every one of us, including juniors. Those words just made me cry more loudly. I was accepted. Baby Worthington was accepted.

Melanie and Izzy were all over me with kisses and hugs, telling me how much they wanted to be aunts to whatever WE had. Stacy suddenly held me too with similar words of love and support.

KC locked eyes with me and nodded. She pointed down at her belly and silent tears flowed down her cheek. She tearfully said, “Me too. I want one.”

Alice stood next to KC with an uncertain look on her face. She admitted, “I guess I’ll have to find a baby daddy, because I think that’s the best idea I’ve heard all year – all decade – in my life. Count me in.” In an almost imperceptible voice she said, “You don’t suppose Mark would mind, do you?”

I scooted around the island to Alice and held her, “Oh, Alice. You’re one of us – a sister and one of Mark’s wives. Of course, he’ll be a father for your baby – yours and his. He loves you and don’t you forget it.”

My sisters validated that not only to Alice, but also to Stacy who was our newest, but equally loved sister. We also acknowledged that the guys we hung out with might also want the honor.

We ended in a huge group hug with all of us. By that time, we each had a soggy tissue in our hands from all the tears of joy at the idea of motherhood and extending the family.

My tension subsided as we all talked excitedly about the prospect of one, then two, then more babies in our midst. I explained that with their support, I was going to go off of birth control. I also talked about how I wanted Mark to be the father, and they all said that was an obvious conclusion for all of the women in the room. A couple reminded us that there were other options since we also loved the guys we hung out with. Our ‘fuck buddies’ had become our lovers in more ways than we could count.

I felt so relieved I could barely eat when we did finally serve the dinner meal; I still had tears running down my cheeks – tears of joy. I wasn’t a pariah. I had a vision of myself on a cold wintry night carrying my small baby in a blowing wind as snow fell. I let that one go. I’d be home with my family.

Mark got home about ten o’clock looking haggard and tired. I was his welcoming committee. He knew I’d planned to talk to the sisterhood about pregnancy because of our talk on The Meadows patio that morning before we all left for work.

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***HE***

The shots of alcohol hit him hard and fast. Josh didn’t realize how buzzed he was until the redhead bumped into him on the dance floor. He managed to stop himself from falling over, but the abrupt movements left his head trying to catch up. Some of his buddies straightened him up and asked if he was okay. They had seen Jackie leave after he’d carried her upstairs, and now he wasn’t looking too good. He nodded, mumbling something inaudibly and continued his withdrawal from the party. He had lost the mood to be sociable, and was already wondering how much longer the party would go on.

At the top of the stairs, it occurred to Josh that he had not seen Manny in a while. He didn’t recall seeing her on the dance floor, and thought it worth a peek around the house. He turned slowly, checking his balance as he spun. He was better this time, and brave enough to descend the stairs without grasping for the rail. He started on the main floor, searching through every room. Then he went down to the basement near the bar, shaking off the thought of another shot. “Focus,” he whispered to himself as he walked. Manny had to be here somewhere, and it was his duty to watch out for his little sister.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Josh had completed his tour of the lower floors of the house.

Manny wasn’t on both dance floor, and no one had seen her in a while. One of the frat brothers remembered her asking for a bathroom, so maybe she had gone upstairs. “Of course,” Josh thought. She was probably drinking too much and was now paying her dues to the porcelain gods. He smirked to himself as he headed back upstairs. “High schoolers. They think they can handle the college parties, but they can’t.”

Josh turned off the top of the stairs and stuck his head into the bathroom doorway. “Manny! Manny you in there?”

“Who the fuck is Manny,” a deep voice snapped back from one of the stalls.

“My sister, dipshit. Have you seen her?”

“As far as I know, I’m the only one in here, bro.”

“Takin a stroke ’cause you can’t get no poke?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

Josh turned, laughing out loud as he headed for the room. It was the only sensible place left that she might be. He was not ready for panic mode just yet. She was probably unconscious after emptying her stomach in the bathroom. He imagined he would find her snoring on her bed. She used to snore when she was younger, and he wondered if she still did that. He thought to open the door slowly in an effort to not wake her, but figured if she was sleeping through the party ruckus, opening the door couldn’t do any harm.

Dim light from the door fanned across the room like the curtain before the opening act. Josh could never have guessed what the first act would be, but he discovered he had front row seats. Manny’s legs were spread wide and her dress was pulled up to her waist. Her fingers were at work as she gyrated and moaned, but her eyes were closed as she was deep inside her fantasy. Josh stood in silence, frozen to the spot. His eyes were transfixed between her legs and he watched in awe as for the second time tonight, he saw his little sister as a sexual being. She was moaning just loud enough for him to hear it above the noise from downstairs. The syllable was not quite discernable, so he stepped further into the room; closing the door behind him and muting the din from below. She repeated her groan more clearly this time, and it brought his cock to attention.

“Josh,” her voice wavered, drifting off into space. Then again, she repeated his name as she slid her fingers in deeper. “Teach me what its like,” she pleaded dreamily. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Josh felt the hardness growing in his pants. It was pleading to be released, yet from above, the instructions were to stand fast. His hand unconsciously stroked the fabric that held his mindless desire, while his mind raced wildly, still clouded by the drinking. He watched Manny’s hand as it traced the length her body, up to squeeze her firm young breasts. Her nipples stood proudly against the shimmering fabric of her dress, and yearned for a tongue to lick them. Would he dare oblige them, he heard his güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri mind ponder, but was equally ashamed by the thought. He tried to create some distance by taking a step back, only to knock over her hairdryer.

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***SHE***

Manny was startled by the sound of the hairdryer as it fell from the table. She tried to cover up as fast as she could, grabbing the side of the bed sheets and pulling them over her naked legs while trying to roll herself into a cocoon. “Get out!” she demanded from her veil of cover. She listened for the sound of movement, but there was none. She yelled again, louder this time. “Get out of here you Peeping Tom! I’ll scream ‘rape’. My brother is downstairs!”

“Emmanuelle,” Josh said just above the party noise.

“Get the hell out!” she screamed again, this time her fury gave her the courage to face the intruder. She sat up with the sheets still wrapped across her chest and looked into his face. Her mouth dropped open in silence. Her brother stood not 5 feet away. It was difficult to hold his gaze. His eyes expressed surprise and embarrassment but the bulging outline in his pants expressed arousal.

“Manny,” Josh started again. “I didn’t mean to walk in on… I mean, I should have knocked. I just never expected that you would be…”

“I never expected to either,” Manny began. “I have seen so many things tonight, and I started thinking about them again. I got, well.. So I started to…”

“I know,” Josh responded. “These parties can get pretty wild sometimes. I was worried about what you might see once you got here.” His face was turning to a look of disappointment, and he could feel his erection subsiding. “I mean, even I was…”

“I know,” Manny interrupted sheepishly. She swallowed hard before the next words left her lips. “I saw you with that girl in the room down the hall.”

His eyes widened at the news. “You saw me with Jackie? You saw what she was doing to me?”

“THAT was Jackie,” she asked? “She is beautiful, just like you said. I thought you wanted to be with her, Josh. What happened in there? Why did you stop?”

“It wasn’t right. That is not the way I wanted to be with her.” Josh’s face showed signs of remorse.

Manny sat up on the side of the bed with her feet back on the floor. “I’m sorry, Josh.” She could feel his pain, and was struggling to understand the feelings she was having right now. “It’s her loss, not yours.”

He continued, “I don’t want her pity. And I don’t want to be a way for her to get over her guilt. I’ve known her too long, and she has known how I feel about her.”

“I would never do that to you. I mean, if some guy felt that way about me, I could never do that to him.” Suddenly the conversation changed. “Do you think I’m pretty,” Manny blurted out. “Would guys think I am as beautiful and sexy as Jackie? Would they want to be with me as badly as you wanted to be with her?”

The change of topics caught Josh off guard and he tried to find a neutral response. “I couldn’t compare you two. You have different qualities.”

“Do YOU think I’m beautiful? Do you think I am sexy?”

It was obvious that Manny was boldly going down a road Josh was unsure he wanted to travel, but thought back to when he found himself unconsciously leering at Manny downstairs. He remembered the hard on as she moved about the room dancing. His little sister was growing into a beautiful sexy young woman, and if his conscious mind was struggling to cope, his baser instincts had already rendered their decision. He nodded to her in silence, unwilling to hear himself say the words.

“Do you love me, Josh?”

“Of course I do, you are my sister.” Josh was trying to maintain a level of distance from the conversation, but he could feel himself being swept away with the tide.

“Will you help me then?”

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***THEY***

Josh grew nervous even before the words finished leaving his mouth. He knew the answer, but the question came out anyway. “Help you with what?”

Manny pulled the sheet from across her lap, exposing her long thinly muscled güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri legs. Part of her dress was still up high enough for him to see her pubic hair. “I want you to show me what it’s like. I want to know how good it feels to have sex. Please teach me.”

“Emmanuelle, I can’t do that. It is just so wrong!”

She spread her legs wider and reached for his hips. She pulled him closer by the belt loops on his pants. His hardon was most obvious to her now. “Please,” she whispered again. “I know you won’t hurt me because you love me, and I love you too so I won’t tell anyone. Show me how to do what Jackie was doing. Let me see what it’s like to do that.”

The last shards of resistance and reason melted away as he looked down at her sweet face. Her brown hair was falling across the sides of her face and there was true love in her eyes. He loved her as well, and knew this was testing the limits, but he couldn’t focus on why he shouldn’t do this, and finally succumb to her desires for an education that isn’t found in any college course of study.

Manny held his belt loops until he opened his buckle and zipper. Then she let them fall to his ankles, and his penis was just one layer away. Josh lowered his boxers and his hardness sprang into view. She found its thickness surprising and wondered if she could ever stretch to fit its girth. Josh took it in hand, giving it a few strokes. Class was about to begin and he wanted to be sure he was fully ready.

Josh stood before her, as Manny tested its weight with both hands. “I have been thinking about your penis since I saw you with Jackie,” she said. “And before that I saw some girl sucking some guy in the shower. I wanted to try it.”

Manny leaned forward to take the end of his cock in her mouth. It was not difficult to get her mouth around it, but she could not take it very deeply without the urge to gag. “That’s okay,” Josh said as he stroked her soft brown hair. “Concentrate your tongue and lips around the head, and use your hands in a circle as an extension of your mouth for the rest of it.”

She was a quick study, and her excitement was obvious. She paused to slide off the bed and drop to her knees on the floor. Josh kicked his pants aside and assumed the position for the rest of the way. Manny’s tongue lapped at every inch of his throbbing flesh, kissing him down to his dangling balls. She held them gently and scratched the hair with her fingernails, drawing gasps of pleasure from above. It wasn’t long before he could feel the approaching orgasm. She pumped him in and out of her mouth and hands faster and faster, and his hips were thrusting in time. Her excitement grew with each thrust, as she felt his hands holding the top of her head. His groans escalated until she felt him withdraw, saying he was about to cum.

“Use your hands now, keep stroking it,” he instructed. Manny did as she was told and used both hands to stroke his length as fast as she could. His body began to shudder and it was not long before he was shooting his offering onto her chest. She stroked until every drop was released, amazed by the experience. She wanted more, but Josh put his hands over hers to slow her pace, and allowing his erection to subside.

Manny sat still with her eyes fixated on his cock. She watched closely as it began to droop, losing its will to stand. “Does it come back,” she asked with a hint of despair. “I want to try some more.”

Josh tried not to laugh at the question. “Yes it does, my dear little sister, but it will take a little time. In the meantime, I think you better remove that dress. It’s going to need a cleaning after that.”

The dress was matted to her chest by his ejaculate. It clung to her small pert breasts and pointed nipples, and she stood to peel it off. Josh admired her succulent body as he slipped his sweater over his head. Her elongated form with arms stretched high was a magnificent site to behold. Manny was a wonderful vision of strong shapely calves and legs, tight firm abs, perfectly sized flawless breasts with finely toned arms and shoulders. He saw the beautiful young woman Manny had become, and he güvenilir bahis şirketleri was quite eager to demonstrate his appreciation.

Josh stepped closely behind her as Manny’s dress finished its ascent. His hands gently traced the sides of her torso, savoring the warmth of her flesh. She shook her head to free her hair, radiating the flowery sent of her shampoo to his nostrils. He pulled her closer, pressing her muscled back against his chiseled abs and chest. Snaking forward, his strong swimmer’s arms embraced her tightly, fingers pinching her wanting nipples.

The electricity leapt from her breasts to her clit, and she leaned further into his body, emitting a long relieved groan.

“You are beautiful Emmanuelle,” Josh whispered in her ear. “You are sexy, and I do want you, any guy would. I love you, and I will teach you.”

She spun in his arms, putting hers around his neck. She looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. “I’m happy you are the one to teach me, Josh,” and then she kissed him softly on the lips.

He sat her close to the foot of the bed and gestured for her to lie back before bending down to his knees. Holding her ankles, Josh raised Manny’s legs and draped them over his broad shoulders. She shuddered with the thought of her brother seeing her in this most revealing position, but was simultaneously eager for his first touch. Feathery kisses danced up her thighs; first one leg and then the other. He teased with his slow approach, feeling her roil with flaming desire. She parted her wet hairy lips, exposing her large hard clit; the gesture a plea to experience his tongue. Her clit was huge by Josh’s experience, and her fragrance was irresistible.

Manny’s hard clit slid quickly into his mouth and he suckled as if it were candy. Her hands flittered at her sides caressing her fingertips from hip to chest. Josh’s fingers pushed inside her while his tongue lapped at her clit, driving her on to further heights. He briefly pulled away and her hips rose from the bed yearning for more. He knew she was ready and wrapped his arms tightly over her legs. He sucked her large clit into his mouth and drove her over the top. She screamed with the onrushing climax, tossing her head frantically from side to side. Lost in the wake, she scratched at her stomach, raising red marks, and pulled furiously at her nipples. At the peak of her release she was pushed higher still by the finger Josh pushed into her ass. It was abrupt and unexpected, but the pain was fuel on her bonfire. She shrieked at his assault. She had never imagined putting anything in her ass, but it was exciting and she wanted more. She cried ‘yes’ over and over as the glorious feelings subsided and her racing heart started to slow.

“Oh my God,” she whispered from a hoarse throat. “Josh, that was incredible.”

He crawled up onto the bed and Manny saw his stiff cock dangling between his legs. She raised her knees as he brought himself down over her, wanting to feel the thickness of his cock. Josh paused to put on protection and had time to think about what he was doing. She saw his hesitation and pulled him to her, whispering “I want this, please Josh. I want this to be with you.”

Josh rose again and Manny lifted her legs while her hand guided his cock to her. Her lips parted under his steadily increasing pressure. Her warm wet virginal flesh strained to accept his girth. Each slow thrust parted her more deeply than the one before. She concentrated on the ripples of pleasure emanating from their connection; ignoring the twinges of pain as she tried to get comfortable with his intrusion. The thrusts were slow and shallow and seemed to go on and on. He kissed her neck and face throughout. His hands stroked her hair and caressed her body until his breathing became faster and he started to groan. He let loose a low guttural moan and his hips started to shudder. Emmanuelle wrapped herself tightly around him and pulled him insider her as deeply as she could bear. She felt the tension seep from his muscles, but she would not let him go for a very long time.

She felt their hearts beating in unison and knew that he was the right one to be her first. She loved her brother and knew that he loved her. Even if he had never said the words, she could feel it in his touch. She had given her virginity to the man that cared most about her in the world, and no one cared more for him than she. It will probably be an uncomfortable tomorrow, but today had ended just right.

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Emily woke up to a bird singing outside her window, and a fresh breeze teasing her skin. It was fresh and delicious, and she turned to savor the smells as she continued to doze. A moment later, there was a scurry of little feet, and several little tongues were eagerly licking her face and shoulder. “Go away,” she murmured, putting a pillow between her face and the puppies, and turned onto her back. Then she felt several wet electric intruders on her rib cage and other very sensitive parts of her body, which caused her to sit bolt upright, eyes wide open. “Out!” she yelled, “All of you, out!”

Several pairs of little eyes looked back at her, sad and eager at the same time. She held up her hand dramatically, pointing toward the door, and a whistle from the kitchen summoned her wake up committee back to the kitchen, followed by several low chuckles. A strong aroma of bacon competed with the fresh outdoor scent, and she ran through the shower before dressing and putting on a little perfume.

The kitchen table was laden with a big bowl of scrambled eggs, platters of toast, bacon and sausages, a bowl of oranges and bananas, and a carafe of milk. Her place was set: sturdy farm dishware, with a huge steaming mug of coffee waiting for her. Lydia and Graham were sitting at the table listening to NPR, and sipping their morning joe with the remnants of their meal still in front of them. He was already in his overalls and t-shirt, she in her floral silk robe. “Sleep well, kiddo?” Graham asked in a gentle voice.

“Oh yes, thank you. You?”

“Very well,” Lydia said, stroking the side of Graham’s head. “I always sleep well out here, better than Dodge.”

Emily shook her head. “You don’t live here?”

“Goodness no, I gotta work for a living. I manage a hotel in Dodge City, and was lucky to get a couple of days off. Didn’t want the kids findin’ out or I’d get roped into Grandma duty.”

“Lydia’s been a regular out here for decades,” Graham said, patting her knee. “How long have you been comin’ out here?”

“How old’s Brent?”

“Eighteen.”

“25 years now, give or take.” Lydia pointed over her shoulder at him: “Known this guy forever. It’s like a refuge, a spa. I get out here a coupla time a month or so.”

Emily shook her head. “I gotta sort a few things out. Aren’t you married?”

“No,” came from both of them simultaneously. “We’re friends with benefits,” Lydia continued, “I love him dearly, but couldn’t stand to live with him very long. We tried, but I can’t keep away from this old coot for long, either.”

“Who’s Brent, then?”

“Our boy,” Graham said. “He’s at Eagle Scout camp all summer, so don’t worry. Won’t get back till Monday. Knows we see each other regular, but not everything we do. Like most kids, he don’t want to know about his parent’s sex life, even though he knows how he got made.”

“Da!” Emily exclaimed.

Lydia chirped: “He lives out here and keeps an eye on his old man. Helps us both out when we need it, like when I need the hotel painted or he needs to get the harvest in. Goes off to college this fall, poor kid, gonna be an artist.”

Emily shook her head. “Wow. So wait a minute, you have other kids?”

“She has three more and I have five, and a lot of grandkids as well. They’re spread out pretty well; when I saw you in Boulder in April I was stayin’ with my boy Liam who teaches finance at the University. Every year we have a big gatherin’ for ’em out here, they help bring in the wheat harvest, then camp and swim in the pond and we have a helluva ten days.”

Emily’s shoulders slumped for a moment. “Oh. I know you’ve done a lot of different things, Graham. Shit, don’t think I’ve done anything yet.”

“You will, kiddo, you will,” Graham said matter of factly, patting her shoulder. “Takes time, and you’re still young. Eat your breakfast and we’ll take a ride, how does that sound?”

“Great,” Emily replied, and filled her plate. They listened to the radio and drank coffee while she ate.

After breakfast, Graham looked her in the eye and said: “I have a proposition for you: ride like I do this morning.”

“Okay,” Emily said without thinking.

“Don’t you want to think about that?” Lydia asked.

Emily shook her head. “Nope, I’m a good rider and I can do anything he can. My word.” She spat into her palm and held it out to him, who immediately spit in his palm and took it.

“All right,” Lydia replied. “I think you’ll be sorry, but I’m not gonna be out there.”

They went to their rooms to get ready, and Emily put on her riding leathers, only to find out Graham was wearing Bermuda shorts, a red bandanna, goggles over sunglasses, and flip flops. His skin was dark brown, and a few white hairs in his chest stood out. “I think you’re overdressed,” he remarked as she came in.

“Shit, are you crazy?”

“Nope, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri usually go out for my morning ride like this. The feel of the wind on your skin is wonderful. Right, Lydia?”

Lydia gave her a sad smile. “That’s how he usually does it. So I think you’ve got to lose a few clothes.”

He cut in. “You better wear your headset, and I’ll have mine. We gotta stay in touch.”

Emily stomped out of the room for a moment, and started unzipping. The thought worried her, but she was a stranger in the area and there probably wouldn’t be a lot of traffic. The thought of riding topless appealed to her a bit, but still made her nervous. She tried coming back out with her sports bra on, but the others shook their heads sadly, so she shrugged and took it off. “We riding side by side or single file?” she asked.

“Single file. I’ll ride behind you and tell you where to turn. Don’t want anybody sneaking up on you.”

“Besides you.”

“Besides me. We’ll have some fun after we get back, Lydia’s got a couple of ideas.”

“Great. Let’s go.”

He held up his hand and picked up a white bottle. “Wait, don’t forget the sunscreen; don’t want to burn your pretty little boobs.”

The sky was fairly blue with a few clouds on the western horizon. Graham didn’t put a helmet on, so Emily didn’t put hers on either. “I’ll let you go without the bandanna,” he said. “Let’s ride.”

They pulled out onto the gravel road and he told her to head north. “We’ll get to the pavement quicker this way, and I’d like to run there today. The back roads just got grated so there might be some loose patches of gravel around. We’ll take it easy and not push the speed limit.”

“Check.” They turned left on a two lane blacktop three miles up the road and set off. For the first fifteen minutes they rode in silence; very few vehicles were on the road that day. She passed through a small town that was a grain elevator, a convenience store and a few houses: some guys sitting out front waved at her going by, and she saw them leap to their feet right after she passed. “Did you see that?”

“Not yet, there they are. Yeah, they gave me a look before they realized it was me. Perverts. You made a couple cars back there swerve in their lanes a little bit.”

“Where are you?”

“Oh, about a mile behind you. Don’t want to get hit by somebody who’s distracted. I’m lovin’ it. Turn left on Route 27 when you get there. How’s it feel?”

“Great. I never knew it would feel this good, the wind and sun on my skin. Damn!”

“What?”

“Bug flew in my mouth.”

“Happens. Little extra protein never hurt anybody. It’s worse when they hit your arm.”

“Or my chest. Shit!”

He laughed. “Still like it?”

There was a moment silence. “Yeah, it’s great. Hey, that trucker just gave me a big thumbs up.”

“You’re worth it, kiddo. You got a great body.”

“Hey, do those clouds out west mean anything?”

“There’s some showers in the area, nothing serious. We may go through one, that’s a nice feeling. Hey, you missed a cop.”

“Really?”

“Really, really. He must be asleep, or else he’d pulled out behind you.”

“Made the turn.”

“Great.” Three miles South on Route 27 they drove through the shower, laughing through it all. After another twenty minutes they turned again on a more traveled road, and Emily had quite a few folks checking her out. “I’m seeing some pretty amazed people back here,” he radioed

“Yeah. I’m gettin’ used to it. All of ’em are smiling. Never thought I looked that good naked, but I guess I was wrong.”

“You bet.” Another half hour went by, and Graham broke in again. “You better turn right the first chance you get, kiddo.”

“How come?”

“Some joker called the cops and they’re flyin’ up our asses lookin’ for us. Get on a back road as soon as you can and zig-zag a bit, the roads around here are a grid. Don’t get too speedy, or you may hit a patch of gravel.”

“Thanks, Dad. Okay, done, I’m on a back road. Hey, just passed an OATS bus.”

“Good for them, bet the old codgers enjoyed the show. See you shortly.”

They made their escape without incident, and found their way back to the farm around lunchtime. After lunch, Lydia led them under the shade tree outside with a pitcher of lemonade and as they got settled, she asked: “You said something about sorority initiations last night. What kind of stuff did you do?”

“Oh, mostly mind games. We had strict rules about what we could do with pledges.”

“That’s not what I heard from when I was in school.”

“No, they used to do more, but hazing’s been outlawed.”

Lydia gave her a curious look. “I think there’s something more you’re not telling me. The smirk on your face gives you away. There were some games, weren’t there?”

Emily güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri shrugged and giggled. “We couldn’t touch pledges, but they didn’t care what we actives did to each other. There used to be a midnight session after the formal initiation banquet. In the basement. The new members got pretty red butts.”

“You like that,” Graham added.

Giggling again, Emily smiled. “Yeah, I sure did. Clara Stone was the only one I ever gave up on. Her ass got so red I freaked out. She set the record for how many swats she could take.”

“How many could you take?” he asked.

“Not too many. I was low average.”

Lydia stood up and bent over. “Let me see what you can do. I’ll be your pledge today.”

“Well, they had to get naked on all fours, and we used a special paddle.”

“Done and done,” Graham said, jumping up and hustling to the shed. He came back with a paddle with several emblems and 3 Greek letters on it.

“That’s from my sorority! Where did you get that?”

“eBay,” Lydia said. “I was curious.” She slipped out of her robe, went to all fours, and pointed her big ass in the air, wiggling it a little. Graham gave it a huge smack that echoed, causing her to turn around. “You bastard! Did I give you permission to do that?”

“Nope,” he said. “It was just too tempting. Here Emily, this ass is all yours.”

“Not yet,” Lydia cried out. “Did you do your spanking clothed or naked?”

“Well. . .”

“I thought so. Well, I’m naked so there’s no reason you shouldn’t be. You’re not hitting me until you get outta those clothes.”

Emily looked at Graham, who nodded gravely. “You just like to see me naked,” she accused, and he smiled broadly in reply with a broad wink. “Okay, here goes.” In seconds, she stripped down and lined up for the initial blow. Every swat rang out and before long Lydia’s butt was very red.

The older woman was breathing heavily, and after twenty started the litany, “Thank you, ma’am, may I have another?” Graham would occasionally point out a spot Emily missed, making a big show of it.

The younger woman started to sweat in the prairie sauna, and slowed down her pace. “You ready to quit, Lydia? This is more than I ever gave anybody.”

“Thirty four,” Graham cut in helpfully. “You’ve hit her 34 times.”

“I can keep going if you can.” Lydia went back to her work while Graham darted to his shed again. After 40, he darted in and started tickling her thighs with a feather duster like a maniac, making the older woman laugh. His spare hand darted in to tickle her sides, and gesturing, he invited Emily to do the same. They got Lydia to roll over on her back where they both dug into her ribs and huge tummy mercilessly. Emily and Graham started tweaking each other, and soon all three were playing.

After they stopped, they enjoyed some lemonade as they caught their breath. The wind rippled the leaves and a cloud moved closer on the horizon. The coolness of the approaching storm made the women’s nipples rock hard, and he didn’t hide his admiration of the sight. Graham sighed and shook his head: “I think it’s almost time to go in. One question, Emily.”

“Yes?”

“You can dish it out, but can you take it?”

“I already told you I couldn’t take too much spanking. My sorority sisters called me a wuss.”

“How about tickling?”

The girl thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m game for that.”

“One condition.”

“Yeah?”

“Since we’re not spanking you, we get to tie you down. And I promise that since you’re not gay, Lydia’s only going to tickle you, but I’ll be the one messing with your slit.”

“Why do you have to go there?”

“Once you get going, the thighs can be very ticklish, right Lydia?”

Lydia nodded. “Right, Graham. That’s how you got me so horny we conceived Brent.”

Emily gave her a strange look, but let it slide. They’d kept all their promises so far, so she thought she could trust them tying her down. She’d also been taking her birth control, so even if he did fuck her, she couldn’t get pregnant.

They went into the house and they led her upstairs to the master bedroom. A four poster bed awaited them, with ties already at the four corners. “Looks like you’ve done this before,” Emily opined.

“Now how could you have guessed that?” Graham grumbled, the feather duster wobbling as he gestured with his hands. “If you shriek too loud, we’ll have to gag you.”

“I can control myself,” she said solemnly.

“You think,” Lydia snipped. She stripped the bed down to its main sheet and gestured Emily to get in the middle of the bed.

Emily was trembling: no one had done this to her before. The cuffs were soft yet firm and she grabbed the ropes in order to have some control over something. They stood over her for several güvenilir bahis şirketleri moment, grinning manically, before he flicked the duster over her tummy. Starting slowly, they gave her light touches in sensitive spots, particularly in her rib cage next to her breasts. They took turns working her armpits, and soon they had her writhing and squealing.

The thunder drew closer and the room got a little darker. Graham darted into the bathroom and returned with something behind his back. Lydia dug into Emily’s ribs once again, getting her shaking and them moving up her tits to tickle her nipples. He stared with her feet, and they both worked that sensitive area, making her writhe and laugh more, straining against her bonds. Suddenly, they stopped and he whipped his hand from behind his back as thunder rolled. “What’s that?” Emily said.

“An electric toothbrush,” he giggled.

“Won’t that hurt?”

“We’ve modified it, it’s soft and won’t hurt you; just drive you crazy.”

“Don’t you need that for something else?”

“I’ve got a different attachment. What, you think I’m going to brush my teeth with your toe jam?”

With that he switched it on, and sent her into hysterics by running it over the soles of her feet. Lydia held her legs down, the younger woman was bucking so much. Soon, Graham was attacking between her toes, which pulled higher and higher notes out of her. It was too much, and quickly he had to let up to let her breathe a while. He put the toothbrush down and started tickling her inner thighs, which sent her into new hysterics.

Her legs came apart, and they could tell she was motivated by more than laughter. He switched to her lower lips and got a quick transition from hysteria to lust. Emily’s carpet matched her curtains, a small downy tuft of strawberry blond hair adorned her mound, and Graham played with that as well. He put two fingers just inside her while turning the toothbrush on the sensitive skin of her lap. “Oh my God, I can’t believe it!” she screamed.

“You want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, no, for God’s sake no! Never knew it would be so good.”

Graham put a third finger into her, focusing the rotating bristles on her clit, and Lydia began to play with her nipples. “More, more,” she moaned, and Graham put a fourth finger in. Emily bucked her hips with his hand and he grew bolder, putting his whole fist in her slick chamber while using the toothbrush directly on her clitoris while Lydia gently twisted her nipples. Emily took this for about a minute, bucking and writhing hard, before her back arched and she screamed in a huge orgasm.

They released her and held her as she settled down. She fell asleep almost immediately, and they slipped out. The patter of rain kept her nap dreamless.

Emily awakened to slapping sounds in the next room, and moaning. She lay there for a minute, remembering the spanking she’d given Lydia and wondering if Graham was the victim now. That would be a sight to see. Following the sounds, she heard grunting from both of them as well as the slapping sounds, and as she peeked around the door she saw the two of them in bed together fucking, Graham as naked as Lydia, pounding each other hard enough their pelvises slapped together as they pumped. Emily slipped back around the corner in horror right away, but Lydia must have noticed, for she said: “That’s OK, Emily, don’t worry about it. After getting spanked like that, I just had to get fucked.”

“Yeah baby, here it comes!” Graham growled.

The girl remembered some videos she’d seen on the Internet, R rated movies, and her own two experiences, but she’d never seen two ordinary people have sex before. There was some heavy creaking on the bed and she assumed they’d emerge shortly to scold her for uninvited peeping. But then Lydia started to moan again. Looking around, she saw Graham had gone between Lydia’s legs and was licking her slit. “Come on in, Emily. He always does that if I haven’t cum while we’re fucking. The best ever. Wanna play with my tits while he eats me?”

“I dunno.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. Just run your fingernails over the skin and flick the nipples a couple of times.” Emily paused a minute and walked in slowly. As she stood by the bed, he reached out and patted her ass. It happened Emily was wearing her nails long and painted red, so she started moving them over Lydia’s flesh, leaving faint red trails. The older woman moaned louder and the girl trapped a nipple between two fingernails and squeezed. “Twist it, twist it,” Lydia whispered and when Emily did, Lydia went over the edge, holding Graham’s head between her legs with her hands and trying to pull herself out of Emily’s grasp.

They calmed down and savored the breeze coming in through the window. Emily asked: “What now?”

“How about a sandwich, some classical music and a fiendish rummy game at the kitchen table?”

“Sold,” Lydia said enthusiastically flat on her back, not moving.

“Yeah that would be nice,” Emily added.

“A quiet, restful evening will get us ready for some more fun tomorrow.” Graham’s face was aglow with possibilities.

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Don’t miss the teaser for the next chapter at the end of this chapter!

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

*****

“Aiden, where are my keys?” Holly called as she strode hurriedly toward the kitchen.

“I think they’re on the table,” Aiden replied, stepping out of the kitchen to meet her.

“Thanks,” Holly nodded as she turned toward the dining room.

“Holly!” Aiden called after her.

Holly stopped and turned back toward Aiden. “What?” she asked.

“Could you come down to the basement for a second?” Aiden asked.

“Is it important?” Holly asked. “I’m going to be late as is.”

“It can’t wait,” Aiden replied and walked toward the basement.

Holly sighed and hurried after him, hoping that this really was worth her being even later than she already was.

When they entered the basement, Aiden reached under the bed and produced a small gift bag. “For this afternoon,” Aiden said as he handed the bag to Holly.

Holly looked at him skeptically, but reached inside the bag and discovered a micro-bikini. It was made out of a sheer, red material. This bikini would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. She might as well walk around naked. “What’s this for?” she asked.

“It is a pool party, right?” Aiden asked.

“Yes,” Holly nodded, “but why this?”

“Because you’re a beautiful girl, and you shouldn’t be afraid to show off,” Aiden replied.

“Mom and dad barely let me keep the bikini I’m wearing,” Holly said, trying not to blush. “Can you imagine what will happen if they find out about this?”

“Leave that to me,” Aiden said. “They will never know.”

Holly looked down at the bikini, wondering what she should do.

“Come on,” Aiden urged. “At least try it on.”

Holly looked at Aiden and nodded, “OK.”

With that, she set the bikini back in the bag and set the bag on the floor. Then she removed her tank top, exposing the blue bikini top underneath. Once the tank top was on the floor, she removed her bikini top and then pulled down her shorts, taking her bikini bottom with them. Aiden had seen Holly naked multiple times since their first time masturbating together a week ago, but her perfect, curvy body still amazed him.

A moment later, and Holly was dressed in nothing but the micro-bikini. Aiden motioned toward the bathroom and said, “Take a look.”

Holly walked into the bathroom, flipped the light on, and her eyes widened as she saw herself in the mirror. The top barely covered her nipples, which were hard enough that they were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. The bottom only covered her pussy, leaving the area around it totally exposed, and her pussy was just barely visible through the sheer fabric. She turned her back toward the mirror and immediately saw why the bottom seemed a little tight: the elastic band running down the crack of her ass completely disappeared between her ass cheeks.

Holly turned to Aiden. “Well?” she asked, holding her arms up a little. “How does it look?”

“Really sexy,” Aiden nodded. “You’ll turn a few heads in that.”

“Really?” Holly asked, a little too excitedly.

“No,” Aiden smiled, “you’ll turn a lot of heads.”

Holly gave Aiden a grin and said, “Alright, I’ll wear it.”

*****

The pool party was at the house of her best friend Kathy’s cousin. Holly still wasn’t sure it was appropriate to go to a stranger’s house in the micro-bikini she wore under her white tank top and orange short shorts, but if she was being totally honest, she didn’t give a shit. Aiden had told her she looked sexy, and that was all she cared about. Everyone else could think whatever the fuck they wanted.

When she knocked on the door, a tall, blonde haired man answered the door. “Hi, you must be Kathy’s friend,” the man greeted her.

“Yeah, I’m Holly,” Holly said as she extended her hand. “Are you her cousin?” she asked as he took her hand and shook it.

“Yep,” the man replied. “I’m Michael.”

“Nice to meet you,” Holly said as Michael released her hand.

“You too,” Michael replied. “Come on, the pool’s this way.”

Holly followed Michael through the house until they came to a sliding glass door that led out to the pool area. Michael opened the door and motioned for Holly to go through first. Holly nodded as she walked past him and into the pool area. It was a large space surrounded by a well-kept line of trees. There were several chairs sitting off to the side for sunbathing and a grill on the opposite end. The pool itself was quite large, taking up about a third of the space. Some speakers had been set up along the wall of the güvenilir bahis house, and dance music was playing.

Around the pool, several scantily clad girls were dancing. The guys seemed more interested in watching them then actually joining in. In the pool, a group of guys and girls were playing volleyball. Holly was still scanning the crowd for Kathy when Michael leaned over and said, “Make yourself at home. I need to go back inside and finish getting my kabobs ready to grill.”

Holly nodded in response and Michael went back into the house. Holly turned back toward the crowd just in time to see Kathy walking towards her. Kathy was soaking wet and her dark hair was sticking to her neck and back. She was wearing a pink bikini that showed quite a bit of cleavage. “Holly!” Kathy exclaimed. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Me too!” Holly replied as Kathy wrapped her arms around Holly in a welcoming hug.

“Come on!” Kathy laughed as she released Holly. “Get those clothes off and help us out. We’re getting our asses kicked out there!”

“OK,” Holly laughed as she pulled off her tank top.

Kathy’s jaw dropped when she saw the top of Holly’s micro-bikini. Holly grinned as she removed her shorts and her sandals. “How the hell did you get that past your parents?” Kathy asked. She knew how strict Holly’s parents could be about these things.

“I didn’t,” Holly replied as she stood up straight. “Aiden gave it to me right before I left.”

“Wow,” Kathy shook her head. “Since when does he give you sexy gifts?”

“Since we started masturbating together,” Holly tilted her head to the side.

“Whoa!” Kathy exclaimed as she took a step back. “When did that start?”

“Last week,” Holly replied.

Kathy shook her head again as this revelation sank in. Then she looked at Holly playfully and asked, “Have you two fucked?”

“Nope,” Holly shook her head.

“What!?” Kathy squealed as she took a few more steps back. “How the hell do you sit naked with that stud and not fuck him?”

“Believe me, it’s hard to resist the urge to jump on him and ride his dick,” Holly laughed. “He’s soooo hot.”

“Then why don’t you?” Kathy asked. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“That’s the thing, I think he would,” Holly’s smile faded. “I had to promise him we wouldn’t fuck just to get him to agree to masturbating together.”

“Oh well,” Kathy waved her hand. “It’s his loss. Come on, we’re missing all the fun.”

With that, Kathy led Holly into the pool and they joined in the game of volleyball. “It’s too bad we’re playing in the pool,” Kathy said to Holly while they waited for the next serve. “That bikini can’t distract the guys on the other team when you’re in the water.”

“Yeah,” Holly laughed as she returned the serve. “But if we played on land, then the guys on our team would be distracted too.”

“This is true,” Kathy smirked just as the ball flew toward her. Kathy tried to return it, but ended up hitting it out of the pool.

“What was that?” Holly exclaimed.

Kathy shrugged. “Sorry, I’m out of practice.”

Holly got back into position for the next serve and replied, “Good thing I’m here, then.”

Holly’s presence did in fact help their team make something of a comeback, but the game was interrupted by the announcement that the food was ready and the subsequent exodus of most of the players out of the pool. Those who remained – Kathy and Holly included – tried to continue the game, but even though a couple players switched sides to even out the teams, there wasn’t enough people left to maintain a good game. Within minutes, everyone agreed to give up on the game.

Holly and Kathy decided to stay in the pool, so they swam over to edge of the pool and leaned against it. “So, what other kinky fantasies do you have about Aiden?” Kathy asked.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Holly replied.

“Oh, come on,” Kathy begged. “We always talk about our fantasies.”

“Not this time,” Holly said.

“Why not?” Kathy asked.

“Because he’s my brother,” Holly answered. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

“Holly, he’s your stepbrother,” Kathy countered. “If your parents weren’t married, he would just be another boy. You’d fuck with him if that were the case, right?”

“Well, yeah,” Holly hesitated, “but…”

“Come on, Holly,” Kathy continued, “you know you want him.”

Before Holly could reply, Michael walked over and kneeled beside them. “Hey, if you girls want some food, you’d better come get some soon,” he said.

“Thanks, Michael,” Holly replied. “I think I’ll get something.”

Michael extended his hand türkçe bahis to help Holly out of the pool. She smiled and said, “I got it.” With that, she put her hands on the edge of the pool and pulled herself out. Michael stepped back to give her some space. As Holly stood up, Kathy looked up at her and said, “You know I’m not going to let this drop.”

Holly looked down at Kathy and replied, “I know.”

Holly grinned at Kathy and then turned toward the table where the food was and began to walk toward it. As she passed Michael, however, she missed a beat as she thought she saw something in her peripheral vision. “You alright?” Michael asked.

Holly turned toward him and replied, “Yeah. The ground’s just a little slippery.”

As she turned away, she looked down to see if she was right. She was. Michael’s dick was visibly growing in his trunks. “Guess Aiden’s not the only one who likes the bikini,” Holly thought as she continued to head for the food table. She made sure to put a little sashay into her walk, just to tease Michael with the swaying of her practically exposed ass.

*****

Throughout the rest of the night, Holly tried to avoid Kathy. She really wasn’t in the mood to talk about the one guy in the world that she couldn’t have. However, as people started to leave, Holly decided she should at least say good night to Kathy before she left. She found Kathy in the kitchen doing dishes. “Why aren’t you outside?” Holly asked.

“I promised Michael I’d help with the dishes,” Kathy replied.

Holly just nodded. “Alright, well,” she said, “I need to go. I’ll catch you later.”

“OK.” Kathy said as she put the platter she was washing down. She gave Holly a goodbye hug, and when she released, she said, “Don’t forget your clothes.”

“Oh, right,” Holly said as she turned and headed back for the pool area.

As Holly put her clothes back on, Michael walked up to her. “You leaving?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Holly answered as she straightened her tank top. “Good night.”

Michael nodded and Holly turned to leave. “Hey,” Michael called after her. Holly turned back toward him as he continued, “you want to go get something to eat sometime?”

“Oh, thanks for the invite, but I don’t think so,” Holly replied.

Michael nodded and Holly started to leave again. When she reached the door that led back into the house, she stopped. “I could use a distraction from Aiden,” she thought as she turned around and said to Michael, “You know what, maybe I will take you up on that offer sometime. Why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll let you know?”

Michael did his best to keep a straight face, but Holly could see a glimmer of hope and excitement in his eyes. “OK,” he replied.

After he gave her his phone number, Holly went back into the house. She peaked her head into the kitchen as she passed it and said goodbye to Kathy again. She was about to leave for real this time when she turned on her heels and went back into the kitchen. “I want to eat his cum,” she said.

Kathy looked up, confused, “What?”

“Aiden,” Holly replied. “You wanted to know about my fantasies about him.”

“Why the hell would you want to do that?” Kathy asked. “That’s disgusting.”

“I don’t know,” Holly shrugged. “Eating cum turns me on, I guess.”

“Huh,” was all Kathy could manage.

“The problem is I can’t figure out how to do it since he shoots his load onto the sheets when we masturbate,” Holly explained. She wasn’t sure why she told Kathy that detail. In fact, she wasn’t sure why she told her any of it. Perhaps she somehow knew that Kathy would think of a way to make this one fantasy come true. Indeed, Kathy came up with a truly ingenious plan. “At least I’ll get this one fantasy before I move on,” Holly thought as she got in her car.

*****

When Holly returned home, she went right down to the basement and knocked on the door. Aiden answered the door and let Holly in. “Well, how was it?” he asked as he closed the door.

“You were right,” Holly said. “The bikini did turn a lot of heads.”

“That’s great,” Aiden smiled, “but I meant the party.”

“Oh, it was fine,” Holly looked around and noticed that the TV was off. “You getting ready to turn in?”

“Yeah,” Aiden nodded.

“Would you mind if we watched a little porn first?” Holly asked. “I’m really horny right now.”

“Alright,” Aiden said as he went to turn his computer on.

Holly’s bikini was still a little wet, so she stepped into the bathroom to remove it and place it in the tub to dry. “Let me know when my clothes are dry,” she told Aiden as she exited the bathroom.

Aiden turned güvenilir bahis siteleri toward her and gave her a nod. He was naked now too, and when he turned to respond, Holly could see his dick grow at the sight of her naked figure. This wasn’t new to Holly. It happened every time they both got naked, but the knowledge that her body made him as horny as his made her never failed to give her the urge to get her pussy stuffed with his hard cock. In that moment, she forgot all about distracting herself from Aiden by being with Michael. All she wanted was Aiden.

“What kind of porn do you want to watch?” Aiden asked as he turned the TV on.

“Actually I want to watch you,” Holly replied with a flirty smile.

Aiden turned toward her in confusion. “Huh?” he asked.

“Have you ever seen one of those jerk off challenge videos?” Holly asked.

“Well, I know of them,” Aiden replied, “but I’ve never actually watched one.”

“Play one,” Holly said. “I want to see if you can last the whole video.”

Aiden hesitated, but ultimately nodded in agreement and started looking for a jerk off challenge video. While he did that, Holly got into the bed and started rubbing her clit while she watched his naked form at the computer.

Aiden got into bed next to her as the video started and the directions flashed on screen: “Don’t look away from the screen or pause the video. Jerk off to the beat; one stroke up and down for each beat.” Then the TV went blank for a second and then a lingerie clad girl appeared on the screen doing an erotic dance. Aiden started stroking his cock to the slow beat, while Holly started rubbing her clit faster as she watched him, waiting for her moment to act.

Aiden would have cheated while watching this video because he knew there was no way he would last for the entire thirty minute video if the beat started going really fast. However, the knowledge that Holly was watching him kept him honest. Then the beat got really fast five minutes into the video, and Aiden couldn’t keep up. At least, that’s what he told himself, but in reality he knew he was probably going to cum if he went that fast for too long.

Holly noticed Aiden’s too slow pace and took action. “No, no, no, you’re not doing it right,” Holly shook her head as she took the mouse Aiden used to control the computer from the bed. She started the video over and reached over to move Aiden’s hand away from his cock. “Here, let me,” she said.

Aiden tried to protest, but Holly insisted that she wasn’t going anywhere unless he let her stroke his dick. “It’s not sex,” Holly insisted. “Stop freaking out.”

Aiden moved his hand away from his dick in defeat. “Alright,” he nodded.

Holly smiled and took hold of Aiden’s cock, holding it straight up so that it pointed toward the ceiling. Then she started the video, which she had paused while they were arguing. Aiden couldn’t believe how soft her hand felt on his dick as her hand glided up and down it. Any time he had bought by arguing was lost almost immediately by the sensually soft touch of her hand on his dick.

Then he saw in his peripheral vision that while she was stroking his cock with one hand, she was finger fucking herself with the other. “Damn,” he thought as his dick got even harder.

Then they reached the five minute mark and the beat got really fast. Holly sped up her strokes, running her hand up and down his cock in perfect time with the beat. Aiden subconsciously grabbed the sheets as his body started to quiver. Seconds later, he began to cum. His dick tightened as load after load of cum shot upward and landed back on his dick and on Holly’s hand. He reached the point where he usually stopped cumming, but Holly kept stroking and even more cum shot out of his dick.

By the time he stopped cumming, Holly’s hand was drenched in his cum. It was definitely the biggest load he had ever shot. He leaned his head against the wall with a sigh of satisfaction as Holly giggled and let go of his cock.

Holly moved so that she was sitting in clear view of Aiden. “Sorry about the mess,” Aiden panted.

“Don’t worry about it,” Holly smiled as she raised her hand to her mouth.

Aiden’s eyes widened as Holly licked some cum off the palm of her hand. “What the fuck, Holly?” Aiden exclaimed.

Holly swallowed and then said with a sexy smile, “No sense in letting perfectly good cum go to waste.”

Then she started to seductively lick cum off the back of her hand. “Mmmmm,” she sighed. “You taste so good.”

Aiden ran his hand through his hair. “Holy shit,” was all he could manage as she started sucking cum off her fingers.

Holly giggled as she saw Aiden’s cock grow again. She loved being able to turn him on.

*****

Thanks for reading. The next chapter is planned to be under the “Erotic Couplings” category, and it might have something to do with a strip club, so stay tuned!

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Author’s Notes:

‘Frank and Elyse’ is a little experiment with perspective.

From the comments I received after I first published this story that experiment went off the rails on a few occasions. I decided to make some adjustments where I thought they were most needed. I believe the end result is a smoother read.

I hope you enjoy it.

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

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Chapter 1

The final moments of twenty-one years of marriage were disturbingly quiet, the only sound being the scratch of a pen across paper. Making it official, signing the death certificate for a promise of love and fidelity.

Frank felt a stab of pain shoot through his chest as he set the pen down. These days he didn’t think twice about that pain. Early on in the divorce he’d gone to his doctor who sent him out for all the tests. The results came back indicating he was healthy as a horse. The pain didn’t have a physical cause. It was all in his head, his doctor helpfully suggested.

Neither his physician nor his cardiologist could explain where the pain originated.

But Frank remembered when it began. To the second.

He slid the document to his lawyer as Frank’s signature was the last one needed to make it final. Taking a deep cleansing breath, he looked up and across the table at the slim 39 year old blond woman sitting stiffly in her chair, arms crossed under the impressively large fake breasts he’d paid for. At her request he’d paid for a series of ‘upgrades’ over the years, though each time he’d tried to argue that he thought she was ravishingly beautiful as she was. She would not be swayed in her demands so she got what she wanted. Slowly but surely she became a different woman.

Today, especially today, she bore no resemblance to the sweet smiling eighteen year old he’d fallen in love with and married.

Cold radiated from her beautiful blue eyes as she looked back at him with contempt, her overly plump lips turned down in a pouty frown.

“It’s over,” Frank said quietly.

Something flared in her eyes and she stood up quickly. He saw she was trembling. Was- was she frightened?

The gob of spit struck his left cheek then she spun on her high heels and stormed out of the meeting room, her long white blond hair bouncing perfectly over her shoulders. Her lawyer apologized quickly and rushed after his client.

Frank’s lawyer handed him a tissue which he used to clean his cheek.

“George, do you think I could have a moment alone?”

“Sure Frank. I’ll be in my office down the hall when you’re ready.”

“Thanks.”

His lawyer left the room and Frank turned his chair to face out the window. The view of New York’s skyline was pretty but he’d seen this view for over a year as he’d battled with his wife and her lawyer. He needed a change. A big one.

Frank was retiring from his job and leaving the city. Hell, he was crossing the country to get away from everything that reminded him of her. He was going to find himself a nice little bungalow within walking distance of a beach and he thought he’d make an attempt at writing that novel he felt floating around in the back of his mind.

He looked back to the hallway where Stephanie had walked away as fast as her tight pencil skirt and four inch stiletto heels would allow. She’d taken to dressing very young as she desperately fought back the years. She certainly had the body for the outfit, what with the nip and tuck and lipo then the personal trainers- another pang went through his chest.

The amount of money Stephanie required for her pursuit of eternal youth was staggering. Her new sugar daddy was paying those bills now.

He’d have been willing to go to a marriage councillor but she wanted the divorce. She’d lined up a new husband. A rich one that looked the other way when she…

Frank gave his head a shake. Stephanie was no longer his problem. He had to let it go. He had to get on with his life.

Looking out over the glittering lights he took stock of his current situation. He was a forty year old male in excellent health. OK, maybe he was a little soft around the middle. For the last decade his job had him trapped at his desk. His morning workouts and weekend cycling trips weren’t enough to completely combat the time he spent at his desk. His doctor had informed him he could stand to lose 15 pounds. Now he’d have time to dedicate to making his body hard and fit as it had once been.

He was now a divorcé. No kids. Not because he hadn’t wanted them but his wife hadn’t been able to carry a child to full term. Three miscarriages had been the limit he was able to endure as each time he’d almost lost her as well. He’d planned on getting a vasectomy but he discovered after the third miscarriage they’d removed her uterus to save her life. There’d been no point in the vasectomy after that.

He was 5′ 8″ with broad shoulders, had a full head of black canlı bahis şirketleri hair, silvering at his temples now courtesy of his ex, and he had all of his teeth. He’d been told he had a nice smile but he hadn’t had a reason to show it for some time. With his square jaw and hawkish nose he knew he wasn’t pretty like the men Stephanie preferred to fu- no… don’t go there. He rubbed his chest and winced.

He’d been told by a few women in his office that he was ‘a catch’. One had even expressed an interest in being the one to catch him when his divorce was finalized. He’d thanked them but he was in no emotional state to be thinking about getting into another relationship any time soon. Considering how destroyed he felt now, maybe ever.

He no longer had any ties to the city. They’d sold the Bed-Stuy townhouse and the cottage in Martha’s Vineyard. They’d split the money on those. After months of hostile meetings and spiteful delays it turned out that she didn’t want his money. She just wanted him to hurt. Now she was gone.

He stood up. It was time to move forward.

His partners were eager to buy him out at the company. George had the papers for him to sign in his office once the divorce was done so he’d have more than enough savings to retire and live very comfortably and then some. So that was what he was going to do.

Frank looked at the ring he was unconsciously rolling on his finger. It was just a simple gold band. Signifying his undying love and fidelity to the woman who poisoned both. With a sigh he pulled it off and dropped it in the trash on his way out.

Chapter 2

“YOU’RE A FUCKING CUNT! YOU KNOW THAT? A COLD FUCKING BITCH!”

Elyse quietly sat across the table from the screaming man. Her lawyer was telling him to lower his voice and his lawyer was tugging him back into his chair. That wasn’t an easy thing to do considering how big Michael was. The 28 year old professional football player stood 6′ 2″ and carried 230lbs on his big frame. Enraged he was a dangerous man. Elyse’s black eye was visible proof that she knew personally how dangerous he could be. It had been the second and final time he’d raised his hand to her. Five years of marriage, mostly happy, now flushed down the drain because of his substance abuse and subsequent physical abuse. She’d tried to get him help for the first but he wasn’t interested. Told her to fuck off and mind her own business in fact. When he began to get physically violent she knew she had to get out of their marriage. The police report on the second assault certainly helped expedite that.

The big man finally sat and glared at the divorce papers. He was paying for the abuse. A lump sum. Elyse had her own money and a good job so she didn’t want the financial ties to him which alimony would bring. Her lawyer had convinced her to make the amount count so she did. The lawyer was getting his piece of the pie so he was the only one in the room with a smile on his face.

The threat of her pressing assault charges and the prenup they’d signed before they got married was making everything so much simpler.

She saw Michael doing that thing with his eyes he always did before he began an attempt at bargaining.

“Sign the papers. We’re done,” she ground out between her teeth.

Michael’s eyes snapped to hers and she saw them go cold. He picked up the pen and signed. Then he stood and left.

Her lawyer picked up the document and followed Michael’s lawyer out of the room with a nod to her. Elyse found herself sitting alone. She finally allowed herself to cry. She’d been terrified of her husband but she needed him to sign. Now she was free of him.

When her tears stopped and her body finished shaking she composed herself as best she could and looked out the window at the twinkling lights of Los Angeles at dusk. It was pretty but she’d come to hate the city. It was Michael’s home town and where his team was based. Everything about the city reminded her of him so she was leaving. She’d put her house up for sale and was expecting to get it sold before the weekend as offers were already coming in. She was looking at a little house in a pretty neighborhood in a small town further up the coast and would be putting an offer on it as soon as the money from the divorce came through. She’d already worked out the logistics of working remotely from there. Her office was delighted to be able to keep her as she made them good money.

Not everyone supported her decision to leave. The group of ladies she hung out with at work unanimously said she was nuts and she’d be back within the year. Of course they’d also been keen for her to marry Michael.

They said she was too young at 32 to move to a town noted for its suitability for retirees. They didn’t understand she’d had too many years of living as the wife of a sports celebrity. He was four years younger than her and in their five years his enthusiasm for clubbing, partying, sports banquets, and road trips never waned. canlı kaçak iddaa She’d joined him on a couple of those road trips and vowed never again. She was done with that!

She stood and stretched feeling every one of the bruises Michael left on her body. His last attack had been surprisingly violent. He’d carelessly left his cell phone on his dresser which rang as she passed by. She picked up the phone as the caller id was displaying a photo he’d obviously taken of the young redhead swallowing his cock down to the base. The tattoo he wore on his clean shaven groin just above his junk was unmistakable. She’d carried the cell to him in their living room and confronted him with the evidence of his fling. She’d told him she’d had enough and wanted a divorce. She barely saw the first punch coming for her eye and the others came after she was down. She was lucky to survive. She called the police when she woke alone on the floor. They brought the ambulance. She hadn’t been alone with Michael from that day on.

She left the meeting room and ducked into the ladies’ room to see how much of a disaster she’d made of her make-up. She stood before the mirror and sighed. Taking in her straight white blonde hair hanging to her shoulders she wondered if she should get it cut. Michael liked it this length. She frowned. Fuck him, she also liked it this length so it was staying.

She looked at her pale green eyes and saw the swelling was noticeably reduced on her black eye. She had, what did her friends call them when they teased her? Oh yes, ‘bedroom eyes’. It wasn’t intentional on her part. Her heavy lidded eyes combined with the natural upturn on her full wide sensual lips had gotten her into more uncomfortable situations than she cared to admit. She’d taken to wearing a pair of glasses with non-prescription lenses for meetings with clients. This did a good job of preventing these unintended miscommunications.

She was diligent about going to the gym so her 5′ 10″ body was reasonably fit. As Michael was a gym rat and had equipment at home she’d made good use of it. Her genes ensured she kept some of her curviness and unlike the bolt-ons that redhead slut on Michael’s phone had been showing off, her large breasts were natural.

Enough! He was the past. He could have all the sluts he wanted now. She had her own life to restart.

Again. It was divorce number two for her.

She fought off a resurgence of tears. She had such fucking awful taste in men! Always the jocks! Always the over confident, charming alpha men! Maybe it was because of her height that she was drawn to big men.

Derrick Chance had been her first husband. Her first mistake. Granted she’d been an innocent eighteen year old when she married him. She’d been infatuated with the 6′ 5″ professional basketball player. He was big, black and tremendously talented on the court and between the sheets. Her parents were mortified that their daughter, pure as the Nebraska snow of home, had shared her bed with one of ‘his kind’. They’d quickly disowned her and she hadn’t spoken with them since. They would have hated Michael as well she supposed.

She followed her new husband to Los Angeles as he’d signed a multiyear contract to play professionally. She learned a lot about what she liked and didn’t during her three years with Derrick. He had a voracious appetite for sex and she discovered that she did too. However, the thing she liked least was Derrick’s tendency to stuff his cock into any and every receptive hole when he was away from home. The availability of free pussy on the road was a temptation he made no effort to resist.

She walked away from that marriage wiser in many ways but terribly hurt by his cheating. Worse, he’d been the one to ask for the divorce as he said he didn’t love her anymore.

Elyse had stayed away from the dating scene for three years and only met Michael when her frustrated coworkers dragged her to a bar after work. There’d been a party for a group of players from his football team there. He was immediately mesmerized by her looks and intrigued by her resistance. When so many women practically threw themselves at him it was the woman who pulled away that drew his attention. He’d wooed her successfully over the course of two months and discovered he’d struck the jackpot the first night they’d had sex. She was uninhibited, energetic, and knew what she wanted. His career was taking off and he wanted her along for the ride in more ways than one.

As Elyse stared at her sad reflection she recalled how he’d promised to be true to her. She’d let him know how her first marriage had ended and he’d assured her that wouldn’t happen with him.

She dropped her head forward and closed her eyes. She allowed herself one final tear then she tugged her wedding band off. Leaving it on the counter she made her way outside to begin again.

Chapter 3

Three weeks after he’d stepped out of his lawyer’s office Frank stood watching a delivery truck pull canlı kaçak bahis away from his new home in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California, a beautiful small community of artists and writers. And the occasional nosy neighbor.

Walking down the sidewalk towards him came one such neighbor. She lived two doors up the street from his place. He’d only been in his new home for about a week but already he’d had three visits from Beverly Stoddart. Her husband Rick had been driving them by on their way home the first time. She’d made him stop and she got out to say hello. Rick had simply waved at him from the car, drove into his driveway and went inside. The anti-social Stoddart. Beverly made up for her husband by being overly social.

“Good morning Beverly!” he said smiling to the petite brunette. She had to be in her fifties but she seemed to take care of herself. She couldn’t have been more than 5′ 1″ and he’d almost mistaken her for a child when he’d first seen her due to her size. Her husband Rick looked his age and then some. Earlier in the week Frank had spotted him standing on his deck enjoying a cigar and the foul stench had drifted downhill to Frank’s deck driving him inside.

“It’s a lovely morning indeed Frank! What did you get?” she asked peering at the large, plain cardboard boxes. Then she spotted the mattress in its plastic bag. “A new bed? Didn’t you bring any furniture with you?”

“Yes, a new bed. I only brought my clothes and a few boxes of personal items. No furniture. That stuff sold with the house. Neither of us wanted any reminders,” he said unconsciously crossing his arms.

Beverly had already drawn out of him that he was recently divorced, he was from New York City, and he was retired. He was doing his best to keep her curiosity at bay for anything juicier.

“You poor dear!” Beverly said as she patted his forearm. Then she left her hand resting on his arm.

That was something else about Beverly. She was a toucher. It made him a little uncomfortable that she seemed to need to touch him when she talked with him. He did his best to ignore it.

“I’ll get stuff as I need it. I won’t mind living in a minimalist way for a while. It’s actually refreshing without all the clutter. The bed though, that I needed.”

“Do you need any help getting all this inside? Why didn’t the delivery people do it?” Beverly said looking at the boxes and obviously itching to get inside his home.

“No, that’s alright. I asked them to leave it here. I want to do this myself and I’d better get to it!” he said as he gently pulled away from her grip with a smile.

She had a little frown on her face but she quickly covered it up with a smile.

A moving van turned onto their street and made its way up the hill. Beverly and Frank both paused to look as the truck came to a stop across the street from his place.

“Oh! Our other new neighbor is arriving! How exciting! Having two homes right across from each other sold within days of each other! It’s so nice to have new faces in the neighborhood!” Beverly gushed.

The truck shut off its engine but no one got out as the owner hadn’t arrived yet. Frank turned to the task of moving the bed parts inside. He had an assembly job to do.

Beverly remained outside, saying she was keeping an eye on the boxes but really she was just waiting to see the new neighbor.

The day was warmer than usual and Frank was getting overheated from lifting all the awkward boxes (it really was a two person job) so he went to his bedroom and switched his shirt to a sleeveless tank top. He went back outside to get the mattress. Not surprisingly Beverly was talking with the delivery men.

Just then a sporty little silver car pulled around the corner and came up the street to park in the driveway across from his. Curiosity got the better of him so he stopped to see who his new neighbor was.

The door opened and long slim legs unfolded themselves out onto the driveway. Next he saw the blond hair then she was standing next to the car looking back at him.

For just a second Frank swore it was Stephanie standing across the street scowling back at him. Shocked, it felt like a slap and he staggered back a step. His ankle caught on the mattress he was holding up and he lost his balance, falling backwards. Luckily he fell onto the mattress which went down with a loud thump.

Frank could hear the delivery men laughing and his face burned with embarrassment. Lifting his head he scowled at them but that just made them laugh harder. He was still a little unnerved by the woman’s resemblance to his ex so he struggled to his feet and carried the mattress inside. He shut the door behind him. He had an assembly job to do.

Chapter 4

The drive to Carmel had been truly lovely. Once she’d escaped the hellish traffic of LA that is. Elyse managed to calm down once she’d gotten to the relatively empty roads north of the sprawling city. She’d actually made up most of the lost time during the long drive up the coast. And no tickets!

She’d just visited the realtor’s office and had her keys. As she drove through the quaint neighborhoods towards her new home she felt a thrill run through her body. She was home! Here was her new start!

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Dan stood staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror trying to calm his nerves. Trying to stay in control, stay cool and relax. After all the make out sessions, heavy petting and the odd but incredibly satisfying blow jobs, Kassy said tonight was the big night. They were at Jeff’s place, in his basement and the party was just getting started, everyone was getting changed out of there formal wear and pouring themselves a drink.

Jeff’s mom was more easy going then most everyone elses’ parents and had offered up the basement for their own after prom party instead of going to the bigger, cop monitored, party that was held on the soccer field beside the school. Better you act crazy here where I can keep an eye on you was what she always said. Dan stripped off his dress pants and shirt and stood in his boxers as he rummaged through his back pack for his favourite jeans and t-shirt. With a quick knock, Kassy opened the door and slipped inside, she was already out of her prom dress and into more comfortable clothing.

“Your still not changed?” she inquired as she put her arms around him and moved in close. “What have you been doing in here all by yourself, the excitement too much for yea?” She giggled and pressed her body into his, kissing him deeply.

Kassy stood 5’8″, with shoulder length brown hair and incredibly dark brown eyes. She had a nice tan form sun bathing the day before and her soft full lips felt like heaven. She was wearing a little pair of baby blue bed shorts that barely covered her ass and a care bear tank top that fit tightly across her C cup breasts and then hung loose exposing her belly. Kassy was just a little over weight but was too confident to let that stop her from showing off her body.

As she pulled away they both looked down to see a bulge starting to form in the front of Dan’s boxers, she gave him a sly smile and started to message his cock through his boxers. Dan closed his eyes and gave into the pleasure. He was hard as a rock within seconds. Kassy pushed him back against the wall and pulled his boxers over his raging hard-on, letting them fall to the floor.

She kept messaging him and leaned in close, “how about a little release to ease the tension.” Dan gulped and nodded his head and she worked his cock and kissed his neck and chest. Dan was lost to the world, lost in the scent of her perfume, the warmth of her mouth as she left wet kisses everywhere and her soft hands as they pushed him towards climax. He tried to fight, tried to last longer and enjoy the attention but Kassy cupped his balls with her free hand and picked up the pace of her strokes, pushing him over the edge. Moaning loudly, Dan came all over her hand and belly as she aimed his cock towards her.

“Wow,” she said “that’s so much cum! You sure you’ll have anything left for later?” She giggled and started cleaning herself with some tissue as Dan slowly came back to reality. Dropping the tissue in the waste basket, Kassy turned and kissed him on the cheek giving his cock one last rub and said, “don’t be to long, everyone else is already mixing a drink.” With that, she smiled and slipped out the door and back to the party.

Dan took one more minute for himself before pulling his boxers up illegal bahis and putting his jeans on. All the tension that was there before was completely gone now and Dan was looking forward to the rest of the evening. He packed his tux up and slid a superman t-shirt over his head. Digging in his back pack again he pulled out his eight-pack and downed half a beer with a satisfied sigh. They had to get Kassy’s older sister to get them alcohol as Dan had only turned eighteen three weeks earlier and while Kassy and the others at the party where graduating from high school, Dan still had another year to go.

Turning the light out as he left, Dan stepped out of the bathroom and into the rec-room with the others. There was ten people, all close friends, with the exception of Dan who had only met them when he first met Kassy. The others had grown up together in town and went to the same schools there whole lives, Dan had moved to town with his mother only two years prior and had some trouble fitting in. He stood 5’10” with black hair and brown eyes, his slim build and glasses made him an easy target for the jocks. Dave, Jeff, and Will had slowly warmed up to him over the last year, only giving him a chance because he was with Kassy and the girls in the group liked him, cause he treated Kassy well. Or so they said.

Dan put his beer in the fridge and gave Kassy a kiss as he wrapped his arms around her midsection. The two stood there laughing with friends and drinking as the night drifted on. Dan and Kassy found themselves a chair and relaxed with Kassy sitting on his lap as the others paired off on there own. The conversation continued here and there with each pair taking little break’s to make out or fondle each other. Dan had his hand up Kassy’s shirt pinching her nipples and messaging her tits as she slowly ground her ass on his lap getting them both worked up. When Kassy was turned on she got really wet and tonight was no different, a little bit of her shorts where damp with pussy juice and the smell that drifted up was intoxicating.

She buried her face in his neck and started kissing and biting him as Dan surveyed the room. Will and Tammy where completely occupied with each other in the opposite arm chair and Jeff and Miranda where getting up and heading toward his room. Him and Dan exchanged nods as he walked by not trying to cover his hard on at all. Lisa and Katie where making out and moaning softly on the couch, they had their hands down each others’ pajama pants. Cindy was kissing her way down Dave’s chest when she noticed him paying way more attention to Lisa and Katie then to what she was doing. At which point she jumped off him and went to the bathroom without a word. Dave spent the next twenty minutes saying how sorry he was before she let him in and closed the door.

Kassy moved so her back was to Dan and started bucking her ass on his crotch more and slid Dan’s hand down the front of her shorts. To Dan’s surprise her thick mound was gone; all he could feel was just a small strip.

“You like that baby,” she cooed, “I shaved it down for you; I wanted you to be able to see yourself fucking me for the first time without anything in the way.” Dan didn’t say anything, but showed is approval by sliding a finger deep into her wetness. She was soaked, her shorts were noticeably wet and what was left of her pubes where damp to the illegal bahis siteleri touch. He slid his finger in and out slowly a couple times then buried it to the knuckle and Kassy moaned with pleasure. He repeated the same motion over and over working his finger as deep as he could get it until she was ready to climax.

Dan pulled his hand away and let Kassy lick her juices off, this was something that Dan loved to see and his cock was getting so hard it was becoming painful inside his jeans. He started to dry hump her as he buried his hand in her pussy again, this time two fingers and then three. He could barely fit the third finger inside her tight young pussy and she was moaning and begging for him to push them deeper.

“Oh fuck baby that’s it, finger me hard baby,” she groaned, “ooohh yea! Fuck that feels good.” She was grinding her pussy on his hand and his jeans where starting to get wet as Kassy soaked through her own shorts. Dan could hear sex all around him; Tammy was making loud slopping noises as she sucked Wills cock and played with herself. Lisa had Katie on her hands and knees on the couch as she finger-fucked her and licked her pussy from behind. Katie and Kassy locked eyes for a moment just before Katie came and collapsed.

“It’s so fucking hot when those two go at it.” Kassy said as she pulled her shirt up so she could play with her nipples easier. Dan slid his fingers out of her and started working her clit, in quick circles. She reacted by grabbing both her nipples and pulling on them hard as she arched her back. Dan knew that meant she was ready to come so he put two fingers back inside her and fingered her as fast as he could. Kassy moaned and shuddered as wave after wave of bliss washed over her body. She fell back panting against Dan as he put each finger inside her slowly before putting all four in her mouth to clean them off.

After she licked his hand clean, Kassy spun herself around so they where face to face again. She kissed him long and hard for several minutes before she stood and told him to fallow her. They went past the bathroom where they could hear Cindy begging to be fucked harder. They found Jeff’s older sister’s room, she was away at college for the last couple years and this room was barely ever used. Kassy closed the door behind them and the two grabbed each other again, kissing and groping. Kassy slid herself down onto her knees and started undoing Dan’s jeans. When she popped the button and undid his fly his cock burst out fully erect and rock hard. Dan let out a sigh of relief now that the pressure was gone. Kassy pulled his boxers down and immediately went to town licking his shaft and sucking on his balls.

Dan almost came before she even got his cock in her mouth and had to ask her to slow down a little. “Don’t worry baby,” she said between mouthfuls of cock, “it’s your first time; you can come as much as you want.” With that she went back to working his balls and rubbing his cock with one hand as she played with herself with the other. She stopped for a moment to pull her shirt off and discard her soaked shorts, giving Dan a moment to compose himself and finish undressing.

She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his knees, making a show of pushing her fingers deep inside herself. She moaned and bucked her hips as he watched, even this was becoming too much canlı bahis siteleri and Dan thought he might cum without her even touching him. But she didn’t give him time, she garbed his cock with her wet fingers, smearing herself all over him and then swallowed his cock so deep she choked a little.

That last action was too much and he came hard and without warning. He shot a big wad in her mouth before she could move away and then spurt the rest all over himself, Kassy and the bed. “oh god, oh shit, sorry baby. I didn’t mean to get it in your mouth.” He said, still trying to find the world in all this ecstasy. Kassy licked her lips and swallowed his cum. “Don’t worry about it this time, oh what a mess; I’ll clean you up before we continue.” She leaned down and licked the cum off his belly and cock, spending extra time licking the tip.

“I hope you’re still ready for more.” She whispered as she moved her pussy over his cock. Slowly and without taking her eyes off him she lowered herself down onto his still hard cock. Just the head first, Kassy held his gaze as she rolled her hips around and moaned softly. Dan had been waiting for this for his whole life and Kassy’s pussy didn’t disappoint. He thought that he might not be up to it after cumming moments before but once his cock slipped inside her every nerve in his body came to life again.

Without warning she dropped down on him, buried him inside her juicy womanhood. Dan could feel pussy juice running down his thighs as she bucked back and forth. With a deep groan she started to bounce up and down on him with reckless abandon, her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it frantically as she built towards orgasm. Dan didn’t even move, he just laid their drinking it all in. The sounds of Kassy moaning over his cock, the squeak of the bed, the wet slapping noise her ass made when she landed on his thighs. Her body glistened with sweat and sex, her tits bounced in rhythm and she pulled on each nipple with her free hand as her other hand worked her clit bringing her closer and closer.

For Kassy the world was a million miles away, she had wanted Dan’s first time to be special but once she got his cock inside her, she was only concerned with getting off. His dick was the perfect fit; it filled her up and was just long enough that she could feel the head reach the very depths of her cunt. She was fucking him with everything she had and she could feel a powerful orgasm building, screaming to be released. All of a sudden she felt Dan stiffen and suck in a huge lung full of air as he blasted his load inside her. She could feel his cum spraying all over her insides and that was more than enough to push her over the edge with him.

Kassy’s mind spun as her body was rocked with wave after wave of pleasure. She could feel every inch of her being come alive as she bounced on Dan’s cock as hard as she could. The two of them convulsed and gasped for air as they tried to come back down to earth. She collapsed forward onto his chest and Dan put his arms around her, drawing her close as he slowly got soft insider her.

Neither one of them spoke, they just laid there drenched in sweat, cum and pussy juice. The scent of sex filled the room and Kassy could feel his cum slowly dripping out of her but none of that mattered. She slowly slid to the side and rested her head on his chest. Dan was still breathing heavily when he noticed Kassy had already fallen asleep, completely drained form all her effort. He didn’t try to wake her or even draw any covers up around them. He just held her naked body close to his and drifted off to sleep with her.

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To my Goddess: Thank you for living and being so beautiful and amazing.

Janet is a good student. So good that it worried me that she started showing up to my American English class so late in the middle of the semester. She had taken another of my classes, and she was always such a good student. She was more well prepared and sharper than my other students, and more imaginative. She’s also a really big dyke. Not butch, very femme, but she had told me who she was a month into the last semester. I guess she had sort of come to trust me. I would have figured it out anyway: it didn’t surprise me because she kept staring at my breasts when she thought my attentions were elsewhere.

“Can you come to my office after class on Wednesday?” I asked her at the end of class after she came in Monday 20 mintues late. It was the third time she had been late in a row.

“Yes.” And that was it. No questions as to what this was regarding, or why I should take up her time that she obviously spent studying….well…not so obvious in the past week. I know she’d most likely do anything I said without question, and knowing a woman would do that for me makes it hard not to let her. Not that I’m a lesbian. I hardly ever think about women. It’s just that there’s a usually a few boy crushes, but generally they don’t act so worshipful. This young woman interests me, because she seems so enamored, and I am not used to that attention from women.

But I am her teacher. I have a responsibility to her: to hold her to the same standards as everyone else and to keep her crush from affecting my judgment.

She walks with me back to my office after class, always by my side, soaking up my words. “I’m a little concerned that you’ve been showing up to my class late,” I tell her, “is something wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” she answers. “Nothing’s wrong, just that I am having trouble concentrating on school right now. It’s just that I have to get it together. There are no excuses.”

“I’m sorry,” she repeats. “I won’t show up to your class late again, I promise you.” And she’s so sincere, seeming to be full of actual regret, this young lady obviously wants to be ‘good’ according to a child’s understanding of the concept, and she wants to be ‘good’ for me because she admires me so much. It contradicts her rebellious nature, traps her in tradition, she needs to soar free but she can’t do that clinging to my side, and I want to let her go but if I just push her away she’ll find another object to worship.

“I…I met someone. His name is Samuel and…I’ve been letting him distract me from my work, but I won’t anymore.”

I was willing to let her go before, but this is very bad for her. She can’t see it right now, but if she gets serious about this guy it’s not going to make her stop worshiping women. And she will be absolutely miserable pining away in her heart and wishing so much to actually, ever, have her fantasy fulfilled. I have to help her. I have to tell her she’s bad, and help her be good for me, help her be good for herself.

“I want you to come to my place tonight at 8 O’clock. Can you do that?”

No questions, not one. Just “Yes.” She probably would have said “Yes, Dr. Adler” if she didn’t think it would sound too submissive.

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She showed up in a short skirt and low-cut blouse. I don’t know if she did it on the off chance that I might want more from her but I didn’t let her know anything.

“You’ve been late to class, and I suppose you think because you’re such a good student you can make everything up, get the notes from others, and suffer no consequences?”

“I…was going to try to make it up that way, yes.”

“Well, maybe there are no academic consequences, but you still need to be punished, because you are a very bad girl. No one ever punished you before, have they? You scream that you lack discipline everyday. Do you know that you do that?”

“No…I didn’t know. No, I’ve never been punished before.” Now she’s malleable, so ashamed she’ll do anything without much resistance. Now I can help her.

“You’re going to be punished now.” I tell her. “Do you know why?”

“Bbeccause I was llate to your class.”

“No,” internet casino I say, “Because you were late to my class, because you were seeing a boy.”

“I’m so sorry!” She’s pleading; not for pardon but for forgiveness. I know she means it. She’s afraid of failing me, and that’s kept her work above par so far. I leave her there and say nothing, going to my bedroom to retrieve a paddle I’ve used on so many lazy boys before her.

I come back into the parlor and sit down in my armchair. “Come over here and stand by my right side.” She does as she’s told, as usual. “Lift up your skirt and lay across my lap. And acknowledge my commands.”

“Yes.” She doesn’t object to the bizarre nature of this command. She doesn’t question me, though what I’m doing she knows she doesn’t have to accept. She knows she can leave if she wants to but she just says “Yes.” It sends a rush of excitement through my body. I think my nipples are hard. Too bad for Janet her head’s down and she’s not looking at them.

“Yes, Dr. Adler!”

“Yes, Dr. Adler.” I’ve never seen it take so long to lift a skirt before, but her fingers fumble, she’s trembling all over: from nerves and the shame I’ve now released to be dealt away with and never return. It’s delicious, simply delicious the way she obeys despite her shame, and the way she tries to hide how happy she is that I’m making her actually demonstrate her submission.

Just to humiliate her I might make her lick my pussy when this is all over. I know she’ll do a good job and never think it’s good enough. She’ll stumble all over herself with apologies and compliments: “Oh Dr. Adler, you taste so good. Oh Dr. Adler, please don’t make me stop! You’re so beautiful. You’re so wonderful! I know I don’t have much experience…” And she’ll be so grateful for that one time she’ll never ask for anything for herself, nor will she ever show up late again. How could this woman see a man, any man? I had to take control to give it back to her.

Finally she’s ready to accept punishment. I let her keep her panties on…for now. She wore the prettiest pink panties, as if just a small part of her thought she might have a chance with me. I’m so glad it’s not a throng: that way I can savor how much more it hurts when I make her remove this last barrier. I start with my hand and warm her plump bottom up nice and slow. I savor her nerves; her shame. How can I possibly convey how delightful it is to hear her moan and try to suppress it, or try to change it to sound like a moan of pain, when I know full well that it’s a moan of pleasure?

Finally she’s had enough of my hand, and I decide to humiliate her more for the paddle. “Get up Janet.”

“Yes Dr. Adler.”

“Take off your panties.” I’m really getting into this, punishing someone so desperate for punishment. I normally wouldn’t like pussy but this girl must be soaking wet from my touch. I love the power I have over her.

She hesitates. She might actually disobey me for once. That would be wonderful! I’d have an excuse to punish her even more! “Please, Dr. Adler–“

“Didn’t I tell you to do something?” I cut in sharply and remind her who’s in charge. I know it’s almost impossible for her to live with herself: baring her punished ass in front of someone she admires so much. Probably thinks I’ll be repulsed by her naked flesh. Let her think that.

“Now, be a good girl and take off your panties and hand them to me.” I want her to know I can tell how wet she is from my touch; from the pain I’m so generously giving her.

“Yyes Dr. Adler.” She does as she is told, placing the panties in my open palm.

I smell them, dip my fingers in the flooded crotch. “You’re wet Janet.” I state as almost an accusation. “Is that because you’re getting a spanking, or because you’re getting a spanking from me?”

She closes her eyes and moans. She’s trembling now more than ever. “I’m waiting.”

“It’s all for you, Dr. Adler. You know it’s all for you.”

“Good girl,” I soothe, “owning your desire for once. Now come lay across my lap and we can get back to the rest of your punishment.”

“Yes Dr. Adler.” Janet hastens to obey this time. There, I said I’m proud of her, she can’t contain herself, she’s so happy, even as she’s so apprehensive.

I tease her, leaving the paddle resting across her flesh for a long time. Actually, I’m teasing myself too. I can’t wait to hear her cry out in canlı poker oyna pain, knowing she’ll endure as much as she can take before she even thinks about asking me to stop, and she’ll endure it out of devotion to me. Of course I’ll push her as far as she can go. She needs real discipline, just like I told her, and I’ll give it to her and save her from making a horrible mistake.

I bring the paddle down hard, and she yelps in surprise. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Adler.”

“Shhh,” I say, “let me take care of it for you.”

She relaxes over my lap and I bring the paddle down hard on her other cheek. She tries hard not be quiet and accept this without seeming to complain, but she can’t stop herself from crying out even this early, and I can tell she has zero resistance: hasn’t been spanked probably ever, but oh the way she moans…like it’s the best thing, and I’m surprised by how hot and bothered I am. I don’t let up, no this is punishment. After about 10 I stop and tell her to spread her legs. Dutifully: “Yes, Dr. Adler.” I reach between her legs and slide my index finger effortlessly into her soaking pussy. She doesn’t try to hide the fact that she’s moaning now. I run my thumb over her clit and she continues to purr.

“I want you to tell me what you want to happen when I’m done spanking you. If you had you’re choice, you can do anything, would you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes…Dr. Adler.”

“How? Tell me exactly what you want to happen and how long you’ve wanted it.”

“Oh…forever! Since I first saw you I…I’ve wanted…I’ve wanted to kiss you all over and lick and fuck you and make you cum every way that I can!” I don’t say anything. I want her to fear my rejection.

“You don’t deserve to cum yet,” I scold. I pull my fingers away and take up the paddle again. I spank her just as hard and no harder 5 times, and then I increase the strength of, and decrease the time between blows.

“I’m not punishing you because you were late to my class.” I tell her, continuing to beat her ass. “I’m punishing you because you know you’re a dyke, you worship me and probably have many other women, and you are trying to foul yourself into thinking you’ll be happy with a man, even though it could mean never getting to lick another woman’s pussy or wear her collar again! Well I’m not going to let that happen, young lady. By the time I’m done with you you’ll own up to being a lesbian slut, a pussy worshiping dyke-whore, and you’ll never see another man again! Is that clear young lady?!”

I follow this question with a serious of hard and fast blows. She cries out and begins to sob: “Yes, Ma’am! Yes Dr. Adler. I’m a pussy eating slut. All I want to do is serve sexy older women and make them cum all day! I’ll never see Allen, or any other man again. Please…I’m so sorry for failing you! I worship you and I want to always please you, always. Please, please forgive me!” I wouldn’t have punished her if I thought she was just bisexual, but I can tell his girl is a full-blown lesbian, who occasionally enjoys cock. I won’t let her get trapped with someone who won’t fulfill her needs; someone who won’t make her happy.

“Shut up!” I demand she endure the rest in silence and I continue to rein the paddle down hard with no breaks in between, moving it all over her deeply red ass and thighs, not giving one sign of letting up. I know she wants to beg my forgiveness some more, but I just want to punish her now. I have to grab her around her waist to keep her from moving out of the way of the blows. I understand it’s involuntary, she wants to obey but she can’t. I love it! I’m not being cruel about this. She needs this, wants it, I know she does. And when I’m done she’ll be so grateful for it. I know this is making her as wet as it is me, and probably more. I hold her tight around her waist and give her 20 of the hardest blows I can muster. She screams out as loud and ever but she does not say one word of protest or pleading.

“Get up!” I say, while she’s still crying.

“If I ever hear that you’ve so much as kissed another man, I will do that again even harder. Do you understand me?” She’s sobbing in front of me.

“Yes, Dr. Adler” she sobs. “Thank you,” she says, just as I predicted. “Thank you! Thank you so much Dr. Adler!”

“You took your punishment so well,” I kindly tell her, “I might let you thank me with your tongue if you want.” I remove my own panties poker oyna and hike up my skirt. “You want that, don’t you?”

“Oh Yes. Oh Dr. Adler, please can I lick your pussy and make you cum, please?!” I spread my legs. There’s that desperation I love so much. Her eyes get wide when she sees the dark, trimmed hair covering my glistening pubis: there’s so much appreciation in them. I know she wants to tell me how beautiful I am.

“Get to it.” She gets down on her knees and begins to express her devotion. Her tongue is magical! I know she saved the best for me. Her tongue is so soft, and exploratory. She treats my pussy like that of a Goddess: like I’m her Goddess. She sucks and licks my pussy like a delicate flower. Her mouth is more gentle than my husband’s. I tell her she’s going a good job. I tell her she took her punishment well, and I tell her she makes me very proud.

Predictably she doesn’t stop after I cum, just hopes against hope that I’ll let her keep pleasuring me until her jaw falls off. I love what she’s doing to me, so much I think she deserves a reward. Maybe it’s time I found out what it feels like to go down on a woman? She makes me cum, three times, moaning appreciatively all the while.

“Stop,” I say. “That felt really good, Janet, but I can’t take anymore right now. Instead, I think you deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well and showing me such devotion. I’m going to lick your pussy, just like you did mine, and if you need to make request you just go ahead. I’ve never licked pussy before.”

“You know what I’d like more than that, Dr. Adler?” She asked.

“What’s that?”

“I’d like it if you took me back over your lap and finger fucked me like you did before, while you spank me with your other hand until I cum?” She can’t look at me, still, can’t look at me and ask for anything. God she’s a beautiful submissive slut! And I know she asked for something else because she didn’t want me to be uncomfortable having to eat her out when she knows I’m not even a lesbian. It’s sweet, but I would have done it. She smells good and I bet she tastes good too.

“OK,” I tell her, “Anything you want baby.” She lays back over my knee and waits. I slowly insert two my fingers back in her cunt and begin to rub her swollen clit with my thumb. She moans and thrashes around.

“Please,” she begs, “more.”

“That’s it Janet,” I say, giving her another finger and giving it to her hard, “own your desire, let me know what you like.”

“Oh Dr. Adler, fuck me like the naughty dyke-slut I am!” I haven’t even begin spanking her and she’s already so hot!

“Don’t you dare cum until I say, you slut!” I bring my hand down hard across the crux of her ass. “What happens to naughty dyke-sluts? Tell me Janet!”

“Oh they get finger fucked and spanked, Dr. Adler, please fuck me and spank me hard!” She answers, no longer ashamed, she’s practically shouting. I gladly comply with everything she asks for. “They get fucked and spanked, and they get to go down on beautiful Goddesses! Go down and eat their delicious cum and be so grateful for being treated like the sluts they are!”

“Are you ready to cum on my slender woman fingers you slut?”

“Yes! Yes, Dr. Adler, please can I cum on your fingers, your beautiful, long Goddess fingers, please?”

“Cum for me Janet!” I spank her and fuck her harder towards the end, and she rides my fingers like the slut she is and cums really loud.

“What are you going to do now, Janet?” I ask, before I let her up.

“I’m going to find an older Goddess, and ask her to collar me and make me her slut,” She answers.

“Good girl. Come sit on my lap.” She leans against my body, let’s her tension go and I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek. “You were really good. Janet you were so good, such a good girl.” I tell her. “Such a beautiful woman. I know what you want is rare but please, let yourself get what you want, and don’t settle for anything less, or you’ll regret it, and make me so very sad.”

“No Dr. Adler, I won’t fail you in this.”

Needless to say, Janet was never late to my class again. A year after she graduated I got this letter from Lyons, France:

I found an older Goddess, and I asked her to collar me, and she did! I belong to a beautiful woman, and I get to worship her just like I always wanted. I wouldn’t even have let myself know what I wanted if it weren’t for you. Thank you so much for being my first Goddess, and for making me own my desires! I will never forget what you did for me. I have such fond memories of that night, and you’ll always hold a special place in my heart.

Your Good Student,

Janet

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