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Chapter 7

The Roomate

Although he didn’t know it at the time that was the last time he would see Joanna.

Three weeks later, Paul had finished a rough draft of his novel and took the train from Danbury into Manhattan to meet Carol for lunch.

On this occasion, Carol went without the black wig having had her blonde hair styled for the occasion. Under the London Fog raincoat she wore a dark blue business outfit, jacket and skirt with a white blouse. This time the blouse was fully buttoned and Paul took it as a sign that she meant business and not a mix of business and pleasure.

Carol read his manuscript, nodding as she quickly read his work. For his part, Paul winced every time she turned a page thinking that she might have missed an important paragraph or even a short, but vital sentence. But Carol was an editor and a highly skilled one at that, and she missed nothing, even memorizing several major changes that she would mention to him after they finished eating.

Moreover she managed to quell her lust for his touch throughout, committing herself to his novel and putting the sordid sex she had in mind for them out of her mind for almost the full duration of their lunch.

Paul couldn’t bring himself to eat a bit worrying that she’d find some glaring error or worse that the entire novel was amateurish and not worth the money they’d already given him. It wasn’t until Carol closed the manuscript and took a large gulp of her wine that she broke the prevailing silence at their table.

“Well, Daddy, you’ve really got something here,” she murmured softly, using her pet name for her client and lover.

Paul recognized the change immediately and smiled. “Do I?”

“Yes, indeed you do!” Carol said and waved to a passing waiter who quickly arranged for their drinks to be refilled.

“I’ve already praised this novel to Jubal … he’s the publisher and Operating Officer and he’s told me that if you continue to produce more chapters like the earlier ones we’ll have a big seller on our hands.”

Paul’s expression didn’t change. Carol felt she needed to explain herself better and said: “”Well, Paul … what I’ve just read is even better than the first few chapters. My guess is that after Jubal reads it—and he will—Hollywood will come calling.”

“What?” Paul gasped.

Smiling fiendishly at him, Carol nodded and repeated herself, “Hollywood will come calling—in the sense that they smell a best seller and want an option on it for the movie rights. You’re going to need an agent, Paul.”

They finished their drinks and Carol picked up the check and gave the waiter her credit card.

“Want to come up to my place, Daddy? I have a nice surprise for you.”

“I love surprises, Carol, but haven’t you surprised me enough for one day?”

“Oh, do you have other plans? No … don’t answer that, Daddy. You’ll love this … umm, surprise. Now come on, be a good boy for your little girl,” she purred and took him by the hand as they left the restaurant.

He hadn’t been laid since that memorable night at the Master’s with Celia, Jim and Joanna, and he was ready for sexual action, although he had thought he’d try his luck with the attractive bartender at Café Orlin named Terry.

But he was also a proponent of the old adage, ‘a bird in hand is worth two in the bush,’ especially with the kinky Carol and her quirky ideas, and so he went along with her ‘surprise.’

He was quiet as they entered her building, only suggesting once they were inside that they try the stairs.

Carol laughed and chided him, saying: “Can’t wait to get inside huh?”

His hand squeezed her ass, causing her to laugh raucously. “Not here, Daddy! If someone sees us I could be evicted.”

Her concern seemed genuine to him so he gave her derriere a light slap and followed her to the elevator.

He was quiet in the elevator and Carol felt a need to remind him of her ‘surprise,’ “Don’t forget I have a surprise for you,” she said and giggled nervously.

Paul already expected the surprise to be one of her roommates waiting for them, possibly already naked and on the bed, but said nothing about it.

The last time he had been in her apartment it was in a pristine condition and he knew that she and her roommates had just cleaned it. At the time he had wondered if she had planned on bringing him home with her.

But we hadn’t met previously, he thought, so it was possible the place had been cleaned for the other roomies date and he had shown up unannounced and ruined that girl’s night.

He decided then and there to be nice to whoever was waiting and not leave anyone with hard feelings.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Carol chirped after glancing at the bedroom door.

“I’m thinking about hard feelings,” he replied.

That surprised her, “Hard feelings?” she repeated.

“Well … I’m feeling hard anyway, Carol, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly on the mouth, barely Fast link making contact.

“Oooooohh,” Carol sighed, taken aback by the gentleness of his kiss.

He kissed her again, this time softer yet, but only on her lower lip. Carol’s knees buckled. It was the most sensual kiss she’d ever received and he knew it. Holding her up until she regained strength in her legs, Paul kissed her again, this time flush on the mouth and finding it open sent his tongue in to trace over her teeth and gums.

Her hand drifted downward and groped along his upper thigh until locating his erection then she moaned as she grasped his manhood.

“Slow down,” he whispered. “There’s a surprise here, or on the way isn’t there?”

“Ooooh … yeah … I almost forgot.”

“Bullshit, you did forget,” he said, taking full control of her as he had the last time they were in the apartment.

She leaned forward and kissed him softly on his lips, and he returned the kiss.

“Let’s take our time, we have all night,” he said and began working her blouse out of her skirt.

Her blond hair had been tugged asunder and filled with static electricity when he had dragged her silken blouse over her head without opening all the buttons. Light from a nearby lamp near the door created a halo around her face. She was braless and her nipples were hardened pebbles, her breasts ghostly white circles proving that she had frequented a tanning salon during the wintery New York months.

Carol’s hand returned to his hardon. “You’re ready, Daddy,” and holding fast to his erection, she led him into what he assumed to be her bedroom and gently steered him to the bed.

Paul sat down and allowed her to push him backward so that he lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling as she straddled his waist and bent over to kiss him again.

This time it was her hands lifting up his shirt, and he allowed her to remove it. Now stripped to the waist she attacked his nipples with her mouth and teeth, gently nibbling on them, pleased by the soft groans she received from him. Keeping his mind focused on his nipples she took one of his wrists in her hand and brought it up over his head so that his hands were hanging off over the end of the bed. Working quickly she attached it to a restraint already installed to the top of the frame, and a few seconds later both wrists were bound.

“What are you doing?” he asked, although he had a good idea of what was coming.

“I promised you a surprise didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did,” he said softly, letting her think she had him worried.

“Okay then, just do as I say and you’ll have a good time. Don’t do as I say and you won’t. Got it? I’m in charge, and don’t you forget it,” she snarled at him.

It was all Paul could do to keep from laughing at her. Carol was no Dom; if anything she

was a sub and had proven it when he had spanked her and she began calling him Daddy the last time they were together.

She had also called him by that endearment several times that afternoon confirming his suspicions. He went along with her and watched as she left him to rummage around in the closet being careful to shield whatever it was she found from his view.

She turned to look at him and he saw her eyes shiny with arousal as she stood up, still hiding whatever it was from him and made her way into the bathroom. “I won’t be long, Paul, and I promise you’ll like what you see when I get back there.”

“I’ve always said the best things in life are well worth the wait, Carol. No problem on this end.”

They both laughed at that and Paul lay back and waited knowing full well it would be worth the wait.

Five minutes later Carol emerged a different person. Now standing in the room with him was a bitch goddess in heat. Her stockings appeared to be made of some acrylic material, or a shiny vinyl attached by garters to a leather-like corset that went from her upper thighs to covering her chest. Then there was a black collar and the long black leather gloves that ended just below the elbow.

His eyes also took in the riding crop and he hoped she didn’t decide to use it on him to any extent. She was also holding additional clamps that he thought might be used for his feet, although they appeared more suitable for a person’s hands or wrists.

“Oh, Carol … this is a surprise!” he said, meaning every word.

Carol went to work on him, removing his slacks and underwear. Then holding his cock with her fingertips she raked her nails up and down its length until it reached full size.

“Very nice,” she purred, and began a slow knee-walk up his body until her crotch hovered over his face. He could smell her excitement through the leather panties before she popped some snaps at the crotch and lowered her pussy to his mouth.

“Lick it good,” she said in a wickedly husky voice, “and if you make me cum, maybe I’ll return the favor.”

He attacked her pussy with his lips and tongue, his task made a bit awkward by the restraints on his wrists. Carol began to fast links thrash lightly against his head, small mutterings and moans escaping past her lacquered lips.

All too soon her mutterings turned to moans and ‘Oh Gods,’ as he concentrated on her clit, sucking, nipping and licking.

Carol’s upper body shook. Her aroused nipples were outlined against the thin leathery material covering her chest.

“DO ME DADDY!” she screamed, her voice already hoarse with lust. Then, unable to keep herself upright, she fell forward, her hands flat against the wall in front of her to hold herself off of him.

“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable!” she gasped s her breath slowly returned.

She lifted herself off his face and collapsed on the mattress next to him.

“Are you gonna release me now?”

“Maybe soon,” she said still panting, but with a smile on her lips. She gently took his cock with her fingers and began teasing him anew with her nails.

Paul heard a door squeak as it opened and knew his ‘surprise’ had arrived.

“Carol? You home? You’ll never guess who I saw tonight …. Carol?”

“Who was it, Sarah?” Carol answered calmly from the bedroom through the half-opened door.

“That fucking creep, Gavin. He tried hitting on me a…gain ….”

Sarah Mannix froze in the doorway on seeing her roommate geared up in her dominatrix outfit. On the bed next to her was a guy she’d never seen before, sporting the longest and thickest erection she’d ever laid eyes on.

Sarah lowered her eyes respectfully. “Oh … I’m so sorry, Carol, I’ll shut the door behind me,” she said reverently as she was already in awe of him.

“No—no Sarah. I’d love for you to join us,” Carol said.

“You mean it?” Sarah said her excitement already apparent on her face.

“Of course, but you have to get yourself properly prepared for him. Do you understand?”

“I think I do …” Sarah said as she began to unbutton her blouse.

“No Sarah … the special outfit … you know, add a few other things, if you want, but fix yourself that way if you want to join us.”

“Okay … yeah, I get it! Okay, I’ll be right back!”

“Now we’re in for some fun,” Carol said slyly to the handsome man she had cuffed to the bedposts.

“She seems a nice surprise. Thank you Carol.”

“You’re more than welcome, Paul.”

“Not calling me Daddy now?” he said trying to sound aggrieved.

“I didn’t say you could talk!” she barked, but the manner in which her hand languidly traced patterns on his muscular chest told him she was only playing with him.

“Show me your tits, Carol,” he said, putting a plea into his voice.

“These little things?” she said, covering her breasts with both hands.

“Yes, those lovely little things. They really are lovely you know.”

“Sarah’s got big boobs, Daddy. Wait and see.” Her subservient tone had returned.

The door to the bedroom opened and Sarah reentered wearing a halter over her breasts and a Turkish towel wrapped around her hips.

It took Paul a long second before he realized she was also wearing black dress gloves that ended just above her elbows.

“Sarah, just lose the top, will you?” Carol said, obviously put out that Sarah had covered her breasts after she had told Paul how lovely they were.

She turned to Paul and asked, “Want your cock sucked, Paul?”

He didn’t answer her for he was staring at Sarah, taking her in as it were: Her dark hair framed a blemish-free face with crisp angles to the cheekbones and a point to the chin. She had an understated tan and beneath the swell of her breasts, her body narrowed to a taut, flat stomach unsullied by the ripple of muscles. Then it swelled again to the smooth curves of her hips, enveloped by the towel so that he could not see her legs, although he knew they were near perfect in and of themselves.

Sarah adroitly divested herself of the make-shift bra, letting it fall to the floor, then stood tall and erect, her arms held slightly behind her, unmoving but for the gentle rise and fall of her chest and a slight flare to her nostrils. But he was completely captivated by her areolas and the nipples centered in them.

“That would be nice, Carol,” he finally replied so drolly that Carol burst out laughing.

She turned back to Sarah and found her still standing in place. “Sarah … did you not hear him? He wants his cock sucked!”

“Yes, yes, you wanted me to suck him ….”

Paul was impressed with her breasts, thinking them C-cups at the very least. His penis jerked as he allowed himself to think how tasty they would be if and when he got to sample them. Carol has nice pert tits, he thought, but those are bodacious.

His cock twitched again.

“Well I haven’t introduced the two of you, please forgive my carelessness. Paul, this is Sarah, my in-house cocksucker,” she said as if reeling off Sarah’s college degrees. Then she turned to Sarah who was already shivering.

“Doesn’t he have the loveliest cock you’ve ever seen?”

“I haven’t seen that many, Carol, but yes, it is certainly a lovely one. I especially like its size, both width and girth. Do you really think it will fit in my mouth? I have a rather smallish mouth you know.”

“I’m certain it will fit, Sarah. Now come pose for us in front of the mirrors, like the good girl you are,” Carol said commandingly.

Sarah obliged her, evidently finding it humorous for she began smiling and retained the smile for the next few minutes.

Paul thought he heard Sarah giggle, but couldn’t be sure; his pulse was beating in his ears, his eyes fixed on her breasts as they jiggled when she moved toward him.

“Hello, Sarah,” Paul said from the bed where he lay with wrists cuffed to the bedposts. “Come have at my cock. It won’t bite you, I assure you.”

Carol tried to stifle her laughter as Sarah climbed up on the bed and moved between Paul’s legs. But all she did was stare down at him.

Carol, frustrated by Sarah’s seeming incompetence, took the other girl by one ear and steered her to his twitching phallus. Jarred from her somnolent state, Sarah darted down and engulfed the entire head of his cock.

Paul groaned and strained against the shackles restraining his wrists for he wanted nothing more than to touch this marvelous looking woman who was fellating him.

“That’s right baby. Suck him,” Carol cooed. “Suck him hard. Suck him good. Yeah. He’s got a nice cock, doesn’t he, baby?”

Sarah nodded then came off his cock, leaving a long string of saliva hanging between it and her mouth. “Yes … he’s really tasty. I doubt I can take all of him, but I’ll certainly try.”

Carol reached down and took hold of his testicles. “Should I squeeze them or just tickle them … hmmmm?”

“I’d prefer you tickle them, if I have a say in it,” he said calmly.

“Okay … Daddy … tickle it is,” and she ran her long fingernails lightly over his balls while Sarah took him back into her hot little mouth and swirled her tiny tongue over his cockhead.

“He’s going to come down your slutty throat, and you’re gonna swallow it all. You’ll do that, won’t you, Sarah? You’ll swallow all of his man cream for me, won’t you?”

Sarah nodded again as even more of him filled her throat. But then she gagged—twice.

“C’mon slut,” Carol snarled, “he’s big, but not that big!”

“Yes, Mistress … I can do it! I can do it!”

Paul stifled a laugh as he was reminded of a favorite childhood book—The Little Train That Could and related it to Sarah’s effort to deep throat him. He decided to help her out.

“Sarah, if you don’t mind a little suggestion?”

“Oh, yes … anything!”

“Tilt your head slightly to the right.”

She did so.

“Mmmm, a little less …. Yes … that’s about it. Now just a little more … NOW HOLD IT THERE!”

“Like this?”

“Exactly like that. Now try it. Go slowly but hold that angle. It should alleviate most of the gagging and provide you with a clearer passage to taking me down.”

“Oh, thank you … its Paul, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s Paul.” He said and smiled at her. She smiled back and opened her mouth, forming a rather wide ‘O’ and enveloped his cock.

Then other than a few ‘gluck—gluck’ sounds, Sarah managed quite well.

Carol was so pleased with this development that she leaned over Paul and kissed him, mashing her mouth into his, and then her hot little tongue surged into his mouth.

Her torrid kisses lasted a minute or two and then she turned her attention back to Sarah, who was massaging his cock with both gloved hands.

“What a novel idea! How does that feel, Daddy?”

“Mmmm, wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!” he replied.

Almost ignoring him, Carol addressed Sarah, saying: “He’ll cum soon. Don’t miss a drop. Oh yeah, your nose buried in his pubes looks so nasty. You’re doing so well, darling … swallow it all when he cums, or I’ll punish you.”

Having told Sarah what she wanted, Carol suddenly began to scratch at her own crotch. Suddenly there was a puzzled expression on her face.

“What the fuck?” she said, and scratched even harder.

Paul still secured to the bedpost, watched, his first thought being that she was masturbating either for herself or for him or even both of them. But then on further observation he noted that there seemed to be an distinct lack of erotic play to her itch, and then speculated that the leather outfit was the root cause of her itching.

It was, and Carol was quick to act once she’d come to the same conclusion Paul had.

“Fuck it all!” she roared.

Sarah’s head was bobbing up and down his knob and jerking him off with those velvety long-sleeved gloves, but stopped abruptly on hearing Carol swear.

Carol tore the leather ensemble from her body and tossed it to the floor in the corner of the bedroom. “Fucking Internet garbage!” she swore and stood next to Paul and Sarah wearing only a garter belt, black stockings and four inch heels.

She had a rash from her neck to her groin and it was growing brighter by the minute as she rubbed and scratched at it.

“Stop touching it!” Paul said sternly. “How long have you had this?” he then asked.

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I can tell you when and how it started. What I can’t say is why. I will never understand it but I can at least try to explain it.

My daughter Christina and I have always been close. When she was growing up I taught her to play softball and she taught me compassion. After her mother and I divorced Christina stayed with her mother but I had her on weekends. She was my only child and I adored her.

When she graduated high school I remember sitting in the front row, proudly taking her picture when she accepted her diploma. When she graduated college I cried. It meant my little girl was moving away. In her senior year she’d accepted a job out west and I know that meant the times we would see one another would be few and far between. She flew home on Christmas and managed to make it back for a thanksgiving or two before the events I am about to tell you about.

In high school Christina had always been a twig and she was teased incessantly about it. She developed slowly and, even after reaching maturity, she had small breasts like her mother. It was something that always bothered her. Her mother was a beautiful woman and I constantly pointed that out to Christina.

Last Thanksgiving she came home. I spent the day art my brother’s house and she had dinner with her mom. My nieces and nephews were still in college and everyone looked forward to Christina making her appearance, albeit a brief one. She was coming over for dessert and then her and I would go back to the house to watch a movie and catch up. Her flight was two days later so we didn’t have much time.

When Christina arrived at my brother’s she gave everyone a hug and the entire time I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When did my little girl become such a beautiful woman? She ‘d always been pretty, but the woman who walked in that door was breathtaking. She had a slight tan and her dirty-blonde hair had been cut short so it stopped at her shoulders. She was no longer the twig she’d been when I’d last seen her either. She was… curvier…solid. Her cousin was a gym rat and I listened as they compared notes. Christina had taken up swimming and yoga.

I watched every little move she made. The way she held her wine glass. Her laugh. The way she crossed and uncrossed her athletic, long legs. I found myself admiring her as a young woman more than once and chastised myself for it. I chalked it up to not seeing her often and being proud of how she was turning out. She exuded confidence.

When it came time to say our goodbyes she promised everyone she would comment backlink stop by before flying home and we hopped in my car.

“Oh wow… That was fun,” she said while buckling up.

I glanced at her. Yep… She was beautiful.

“I think Tommy was impressed with the yoga stuff. I know he and his girlfriend started doing it a couple months ago.”?

She blew her hair out of her face and stretched her legs out under the dashboard. “Let’s just get home,” she smiled. “I want to relax, have a glass of wine, and just enjoy being with you.”

We chatted a bit about her job on the way home and soon enough we were both in our ‘comfy’ clothes, as we liked to call them, and on the couch as I fumbled with the remote to enter the Netflix password. ‘Comfy’ for me was sweatpants and a t-shirt. For Christina it was shorts and an oversized t-shirt that I had bought her for x-mas the year before. The shirt cam down just below the shorts so, if one didn’t know it, it appeared as if that was all she were wearing.

I let Christina pick the movie as I poured the wine. We are both light drinkers and had already had some at my brother’s so I made sure not to top our glasses off.\

We continued to chat, basically ignoring the movie, and pretty soon we were both yawning.

“Time for bed kiddo?” I said.

“God no. I don’t want to sleep yet. I feel like I just got here.” She held her glass out. “More wine.” Her eyes sparkled as she said this and I had to look away. That was when it hit me. The way I looked away. I was attracted to her. That can’t be possible. I told myself it was the wine and the fact that we were both tired. It had to be.

And then she surprised me. “Hey…let’s cuddle like we used to. Do you think we’d still fit?”

When she was young I’d lay on the couch sideways with my back against the back of the couch and Christina would lay in front of me. There had even been room for the ever present bowl of popcorn she would devour. Not anymore. There would barely be enough room for two adults.

“We can try,” I shrugged.

“Great!”

Christina got up so I could lay down. As soon as I was settled she was in front of me with her back facing me.

“Comfortable?” I asked.

“Very,” she purred.

I glanced down at her legs. Since when did she have long legs?

I needed to stop. I tried to focus on the TV.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m cold.”

“Well, you’re wearing shorts and it’s November, dummy.”

“Warm me up.”

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“How?”

“Put your arm around me or something. Body heat.”

I slid my arm around her and she settled back. I caught a whiff of her hair. Clean… fresh. And the back of her neck…

Christina snuggled closer. Her hand found mine and pulled it against her so that it rested just above her breastbone.

“This is nice,” she whispered.

It was. It was too nice actually. With growing horror I realized that I was becoming aroused. Again, I told myself that it had nothing to do with her but more to do with the fact that we’d had wine, were tired, and were now snuggled close. There was no way I was aroused because of her. Not Christina.

And then her ass bumped against me. If she realized what she’d bumped against she showed no sign.

I held my breath.

She did it again. This time I would swear it was deliberate. She didn’t move away either. Her bottom remained lightly pressed against me. There’s no way she couldn’t feel I was hard. I wanted to die.

Christina squeezed my hand and ever so lightly pressed back against me again. There was no denying she did it on purpose. Was she checking to see if I was asleep? Was she just as horrified as I was that her own father was lying behind her with an erection?

I refused to move… to breathe.

“Dad,” she whispered.

Should I fake sleep? Was that the safest way out of this?

“Dad?”

I cleared my throat and tried to sound tired. “Yes?”

She pulled my arm closer and she moved her ass against me again. She pressed lightly and then relaxed… lightly and then relaxed. I needed to tell her to stop.

I closed my eyes and willed myself not to react. For my body to remain still and to not press back against her. My Christina…

She sighed and this time she pressed back again. I almost gasped and bit my lip.

She let go of my hand long enough to reach for the remote on the floor. In doing do she pressed back again, unintentionally and my erection pressed between her cheeks. There could be no denying it now.

Christina shut the Tv off and again settled back into me.

Now it was completely intentional. My beautiful daughter willingly pressed back against me…against my hardness.

I sighed and pressed back.

“Yes…” she whispered.

Had I heard her right? Did she actually say that? Or was it all in my mind?

Slowly, almost imperceptibly Christina began comment backlink Programı to move her ass back against me, rhythmically, hypnotically… and I could do nothing. What could I do? Press back? Admit what was happening? What if I was wrong?

And then she turned. Just slightly. Her body rotated so that she was on her back and looking up at me. She still held my hand against her collarbone.

Her lips quivered. The room was silent. I didn’t dare say anything. Hadn’t I just pressed my erection against her ass? What father does that?

Without waiting for me to say a word Christina raised her head slightly and pressed her lips to mine.

I swooned. I’d always heard the word but never understood what it meant until that moment. Her lips were soft… sweet… heaven…

And then her hand released mine and snaked up behind my neck and pulled me closer…her mouth opened…my daughter’s tongue slid past my lips and found mine…

I was lost. Without a word…without thinking… my mouth opened to hers and my tongue chased hers back into her sweet, forbidden mouth…

Christina moaned. Within moment our mouths were fused together and she had turned even more so that her body was pressed against mine. I couldn’t think. I was kissing her as no father should. I resisted the urge to touch her…to feel her body…to explore…

She didn’t. Her hands slid down and began to push my sweatpants over my hips. I lifted slightly…my body reacting on its own…and soon my erection…my cock was free. Christina mooned into my mouth when she felt it against her thigh. I moaned in return… Her thigh…her skin… It was too hot. It was too soft. I could actually feel the soft down beneath my shaft…

I wouldn’t last. I knew it. Not with my daughters tongue in my mouth and her heated thigh pressed against my cock.

I broke our kiss… Christina parted her legs and I felt the pressure of her arm on my side… She was trying to move me on top of her.

“Christina…” I gasped. I could feel her hot breath on my chin… my cheek… And worse…I could feel her thighs parted…he body moving beneath me…

“I …we can’t…” I gasped again.

“It’s ok…” she whispered…she sounded out of breath. “Let me…”

Before I could ask what she meant her hand pushed between us and her fingers found my shaft. Her hand was just as hot as her leg.

“Let me dad…”

And then my little girl… my daughter…squeezed…

“Christina…don’t…”

Her mouth found mine again and her hand began to pull at me…

I couldn’t hold back. With a groan I felt it…My entire body pressed down and her hand squeezed hard…

I groaned into my daughters mouth as my cock erupted… My seed coated her hand…her leg…her stomach…

We were lost.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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I climbed out of the car and looked at the reflection in the windshield of a tall man with a grey beard holding a grocery bag of garden tomatoes. And then I paused and looked next door at the two-car garage where just over two years ago I had met a brown-eyed women named Susan at a garage sale. That afternoon, we made love just once, before she flew to the Philippines. The next day, Carol, her neighbor invited me in for coffee and explained that I had been selected, at the garage sale, to be Susan’s final fling before going off to a mission school. Carol and I spent the afternoon together, then most of the night, and we have been close friends and lovers ever since.

I quietly slipped through the gate into a secluded back yard, walked softly past the lounge chair on the deck and opened the back door to Carol’s house. I am a lawyer who just turned 60, and Carol is still in her mid 40’s, happy in her job as a Nursing Supervisor. My wife left me years ago, and my children are grown. Her teenage children live with their father in London. We spend three or four nights a week in each other’s bed, although sometimes it is just cuddling. But we are either too stubborn or maybe too scared to consider moving in together, let alone getting married.

Carol was standing at the Kitchen Island with her back to me. So I quietly set the bag down put my arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She purred when I kissed her, but let out a loud yelp when I playfully patted her butt. All she was wearing was one of my old white shirts, over small but perky bare breasts and lifting the shirttail revealed that her naked cheeks were so burned that the red color of her twin heart tattoo had all but disappeared.

“Oh oh, looks like someone fell asleep in the sun again”

Carol turned around and with a pout on her face said ” I bought a new swimsuit that was smaller then the old one, and I was trying to erase the old tan lines.”

I took another look at her two small but shapely globes, and finally seeing a thin white line across her back, said ” maybe a thong, but hardly a suit.”

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said ” well I bought it for you, and now you can do something for me.”

Carol handed me a small bowl of white goop. When she saw my sour expression, she explained that it was a mixture of zinc oxide and vinegar that will sooth the pain and restore the Ph balance of the raw skin. She added a little wintergreen to improve the smell.

Carol smiled and pointed at the middle cushion of the couch and said, ” Now would you please stop being so judgmental. Just sit down, and gently rub this stuff on my butt.” Complaining about the heat, she took off the shirt, and lay across my lap.

It is almost impossible to fondle the hot butt of a naked woman and maintain the professional demure of a health care provider. But I tried, starting at the high point of each cheek, and slowly spreading the white stuff down the sides and then the length of her legs. Carol started to purr while I slowly and gently rubbed the red skin.

When Carol spread her legs apart so that I could cover the inside of her thighs, the compassion in my heart started to lose ground to more basic desires. The tips of my fingers slipped between her cheeks and brushed against the tender area between the lips of her vulva and her brown eye. She propped herself up on the elbows and looked over her shoulder at me. I continued moving them down until they rested just slightly within the lips. Despite that scowl on her face and shaking of the head, there was no doubt that my fingertips were wet, and her purring was getting Web Tools louder.

I was starting to get a little uncomfortable and when she complained that something was poking her tummy, I exclaimed “Oh”, while trying to keep the smirk off my face,” Do you think that you are the only one that is getting excited by this medical procedure.”

She laid her head back down on the cushion and sighed as she said ” yes, I remember your stories about playing doctor. OK, when you are done and if you do a good job, I’ll try to take care of that unprofessional bulge in your lap.”

I gently pushed the tips of my two middle fingers in between her lips, just past the first knuckles. Then I pulled them out until I could see the fingernails. Carol’s breathing started to get louder and kept pace as I pushed and then pulled back. The outer lips of the vulva started to swell, and the lubricant started to flow. Finally, after Carol started to pant, I pushed the two fingers all the way in and with my thumb, I gently caressed her brown eye. Carol got up on one elbow, looked over her shoulder at me. And let out a loud fart!

OK, in the past, we have enjoyed anal sex together on a few memorable occasions, but I did not need to be told that this was not going to be one of them.

When I rotated my hand so that it was palm down, she smiled and laid her head back down on the cushion. When I started gently drumming my fingertips in that warm and slowly expanding pleasure cave, Carol clenched her legs together and groaned, followed by a plea.

“Please Bob, have mercy. That is my poor bulging bladder you are shaking, and if you don’t want to get really wet, you had better stop.”

I gave it a couple more thumps, and then curled my fingers a bit and slowly dragged them back until I found the rough patch of skin that Carol had taught me to find. She relaxed her legs and spread them a little wider so that I could continue to massage what she called her G-Spot. My thumb was now hanging downward, so; I was in just the right position to caress her clit at the same time my fingers were pumping in and out. Hitting both hot spots at the same time was turning a normally cool and calm lady into a sweating, panting, moaning, moving body of flesh. When I slipped my free hand between the cushion and her breast and tugged at her nipple, it was all over.

Suddenly, her whole body stiffened, and started to convulse as she buried her head into the cushion and screamed, “Oh My God, Bob if you had done that to me the first night, I would have chained you to the bed frame.”

She just lay, across my lap panting and the bright red rash that had crept down from the nape of her neck to just above her waist was starting to fade. Slowly she got up on her elbows, looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.

” Don’t worry, love, I have not forgotten our bargain, but first I have to empty my bladder, that you so cruelly played with.”

By the time she had returned from the bathroom, I had taken off my clothes and my penis was making an attempt to stand ready for Carol’s attention. She had just started to lift her leg so that she could sit on my lap, when she looked down. There was just a very quick flash of concern on her face, but her years of experience as a nurse must have kicked in and apparently she was determined not to embarrass me.

Carol threw a pillow on the floor between my feet, and kneeled in front of my semi-erect penis. She gave the head a little kiss, and said ” Hey sleepy head, rise and shine, the fun has just begun.”

I could have accepted the pass, but my years of experience as a Online Web Tools trial lawyer told me that the obvious but unspoken truth could hang very heavy, so I broke the ice.

I gave my nearly stiff penis a little pat, offered a mock pout and said. ” I have an appointment to see Doctor Dalquist Tuesday.”

Her reply was “you mean the Peter Plumber that did your vasectomy.”

“Yes sweetheart, the same guy that made it safe for me to have fun, 25 years ago, is going to fix things so that I can keep doing it for another 25.” Then just to make sure that the tone did not turn somber again, I said ” Peter Plumber. Is really that what they call the Urologist.”

We were both laughing now and she shoot back, ” well it makes sense, but you really don’t want to know what we call our Proctologist. “

When I reached out to caress her beautiful breasts, she smiled, and said ” Just shut your eyes and relax, and I’ll prove to you that you aren’t the only one around here that has dancing fingers.”

” What? I don’t get to watch”

” Bob”, she purred, ” You were very kind to me, and your extra special treatment was mind blowing, but now it is my turn. This is all about you. You can watch if you want, but I think you will enjoy it more if you don’t exactly know what I am going to do next.”

“Ok, I am willing to do that. But will you tell what is going on, if I ask.”

Carol giggled a little and said ” maybe”

So there I was, my head flopped back on the back of the couch, my eyes closed and I could feel the warmth of Carol presence between my legs. The first sensation was feeling the point of her wet tongue on the sensitive spot just above my rectum. I could feel the tongue very slowly start the now familiar journey up the mid-line of my scrotum and the predictable tightening of the skin around my balls. We had done this many times, so I has not surprised to feel her continue up the bottom side of my penis and stop at the small V at the base of the head. The tongue did take a quick slurp, all the way around the base of my circumcised bulb, but just as I was expecting “the lover’s kiss” on the head, she blew a quick puff of warm breath right into the hole, and then she was gone.

Without opening my eyes, I said “what? That’s it.”

She just giggled again and said “Of course not, silly. Just be patient, while I get something off the table.”

I heard a scraping noise and then I felt a little pressure on my brown eye. It did not feel like she was rubbing across the pucker, but rather that she was getting ready to push in. Carol has been a nurse for many years so I was confident that she would not hurt me, and I tried to relax and let her in. When I felt an unfamiliar cooling sensation, I asked, “what is that?”

“That is the stuff you rubbed on my butt. The cool feeling comes from the Wintergreen. If you are uncomfortable, let me know now so I can find the KY Jelly.” She paused a moment and then said “on second thought maybe I better use the jelly anyways, since I was going to massage your prostrate. Do you want it au natural or with a glove.”

I opened one eye and sighed,” and what would you expect your students to do?”

Carol just grinned and said, “Smart Ass. Now you are going to just wait and see how long it takes for me to get back.” She threw the shirt over my naked body and I heard her get up and walk out of the room.

I really was not sure if the smart ass crack was a complaint or a complement, but after all, it was my ass that was about to be poked. However; there was no doubt that the playful sex between close friends today Çevrimiçi Web Araçları was a lot different, and more enjoyable, then the power lust that started this relationship two years ago.

I was just starting to doze off, when I heard soft footsteps. I felt my body being uncovered, and when I looked down through the slits of my half closed eyes, it was obvious that the rest of me was sound asleep. I could also see Carol’s warm smile of compassion quickly turn into a mischievous grin. Clearly she was not ready to give up on me, or be denied the opportunity to have some fun.

She knelt down again between my legs and kissed the head of my flaccid penis and said, “hey, sleepy head, I have a promise to keep.”

I shut my eyes again and laid my head back. Once again the warm tongue tickled the base of my scrotum and slowly traveled up the mid line and then on to the penis itself. Up the back side, slowly, ever so slowly over the top of a now more erect sexual organ, and down the other side. I heard the snap as Carol put on the latex glove, and moments later I felt the cool KY Jelly being applied to my brown eye. Submitting to a prostate exam is an annual event at my age, so I just tried to relax and let her slim finger slide inside. I felt a little uncomfortable when she stated to massage that walnut sized gland, but it was obvious that my penis was responding. Hmmm, I thought maybe I wouldn’t need the little blue pills after all, if I can convince Carol to make this part of the foreplay routine. Well, maybe not.

I felt Carol’s warm breath just above the head of my penis that was finally fully erect. When her lips slowly slipped down and over the flared edge, I could also feel my rectum clamp down on her finger. But just as quickly as the lips moved farther down the shaft, the muscle relaxed again. When she pulled back, and her lips came in contact with the edge, it happened again. And again, and again.

Carol must have noticed the same thing, and when she curled her finger and pulled her knuckle past the sphincter muscle just as her lips hit the base of the head, a jolt went though my body that made my eyes pop open and I let out yelp. I thought to myself, now I understand what Anal Beads are all about.

I saw that mischievous grin on her face and she said, “Oh, I think we have found a new game.” Once she had gotten into a rhythm of pumping her knuckle back and forth while bobbing her head up and down, all I could do was groan and flop my head from side to side.

But that game did not last much longer before I felt the pressure in my groan start to build, and my breathing turned into a pant. Soon afterwards that fuzzy feeling that started above my ears and traveled down through my body until suddenly my hips starts to buck. No doubt Carol could feel the constant spasms of my rectum on her finger, and she pulled back her head just before I let not one, but three squirts of semen that slowly flowed down the side and on to my tummy.

I laid my head back on the couch and trembled. I could hear Carol taking off the glove, and I felt her softly rubbing a tissue across my skin. After a few moments, she climbed on to the couch and laid her head in my lap. We lay there for awhile and I gently stroked her face and looked into her blue eyes. Finally Carol quietly said ” I got e-mail from Susan this morning. She married a doctor, and they are coming back here to live.”

I thought back to the day that I met Carol’s close friend and neighbor, and for just a moment relived my role as her going away present. I gently stroked Carol’s chin and said ” the housing market is pretty tight right now, I hope they like apartment dwelling.”

Carol crawled out of my lap, kissed me gently on the lips and said ” Oh, I thought maybe they would like to buy your house.”

And that, my friends, was the start of a very serious conversation. But that is another story.

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My hands were freezing and I blew into them to generate some warmth. Rubbing them together, I wondered how much longer it would be before someone would come to get us.

“It’d be a lot easier if you’d relax,” one of them said.

“Relax,” I spat. “I’m locked in a storage shed, with no lights and no heat, with three guys, one of whom is an idiot. Tell me, please, how do I relax?”

The events of the evening had not gone according to plan. I was part of a surveillance team, and at the last minute, we had to ditch in a storage shed. The four of us had been assigned to watch some multi-millionaire with a suspicious wife. The party we had gotten ourselves invited to was the talk of the town. The mansion seldom saw this many guests, but this millennium New Year’s Eve was a date to be celebrated.

The Porter’s had invited the most influential people in the city, including government officials and local celebrities. One stunning blond in particular interested Mrs. Porter, but only because she interpreted her as a threat to Mr. Porter’s fortunes. So she hired our investigative firm to track every move Mr. Porter made. We had gotten some strong suggestions that he had been seeing this blond, but as of yet, we had no concrete evidence. Mrs. Porter had insisted that I come to this party, since I was a female, and wanted three good-looking men to escort me. My firm is fairly large, so the only three decent looking guys I could find were ones that worked in narcotics. They agreed to come along for this experience, mostly to get a glimpse inside the famous Porter mansion.

We had been doing a bit of snooping around the house during the midnight festivities, looking for some sort of clue as to whether there was something romantic going on between Mr. Porter and the blond. Dixon, one of my companions, had witnessed the two slipping outside by the pool. With camera in tow, I signaled to Bryce and Jacobs, my other two escorts to follow us out. We stayed relatively hidden, until Jacobs tripped over a lawn chair, causing us to run for cover. The closest place for all of us to hide was in the pool house supply shed. Unfortunately, Jacobs, the klutz, managed to lock us inside the pool house.

“You are SO fired,” I said to him, rubbing my bare arms. The shed was spacious enough, but it was not heated, and so as not to give ourselves away, we weren’t able to turn on the lights. I was wearing a sleeveless black number, and left my wrap in the house. The men seemed warm enough under the circumstances with their tux jackets on. New Year’s Eve in Virginia Beach was not exactly warm climate.

“Here,” Jacobs said, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. I took the jacket out of mere necessity, thinking that I would set fire to it once we were out of here.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, looking over my shoulder. The movement caused me to get a sniff of the cologne that was on the jacket. It smelled good and my immense irritation waned just a little.

“Look, CJ, who knows we’re in here?” Dixon asked.

“The only person who really knows that we’re at the party is Mrs. Porter. I was supposed to report to her before we left, so I’m hoping that she’ll look for us as the party starts to wind down. She’s very specific about her directions, so if I don’t find her before this thing’s over, I KNOW she’ll be ticked and want to find me. I can see just a little bit out that window there,” I said pointing to one of the walls, “and it faces the back exit of the house, so if she comes out and the coast is clear, we’ll just have to start yelling or something.”

“Man, this blows,” Bryce grumbled. “I knew I shouldn’t have come on this assignment.”

“Then why did you?” I snapped back, annoyed more at the situation that at him.

“Hey,” Dixon said as he moved closer to me, “there’s not much we can do until this party winds down, which doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen anytime soon.” He moved up behind Resim Yükle me and put his hands on my shoulders. “We might as well make the best of this situation. Are you warmer, CJ?”

“Yes,” I said, although my shaking, petite frame, told otherwise.

Dixon and I had worked together on several assignments and had confided a lot in each other. I was amazed that this sandy brown hair, brown-eyed hunk was still single. I guess the unusual hours and circumstances we put ourselves in for this line of work didn’t help cement any relationships.

“Come here,” he said, pulling me closer to him. He opened his jacket and I slid my arms around his waist, snuggling myself into his thick chest. He wrapped the jacket around me and rubbed my back.

“Get a room,” Bryce snidely remarked.

Through the faint light coming in from the back of the house, I could see Bryce’s expression in a sneering glare.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Dixon asked. “Afraid I’m moving in on your territory?”

“What???” I asked, backing up from Dixon. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” interrupted Bryce. “Nothing at all,” he said giving Dixon a ‘go to hell’ look.

“Brycey boy here has a crush on you, didn’t you know that?” Jacobs interjected.

The scuffle of feet tripping over pool floats and chlorine bottles could be heard as Bryce attempted to punch Jacobs. Easily deflected, Jacobs just chuckled at the obvious embarrassment he knew Bryce was feeling.

“Like you’ve never had a hard-on for her either, right Jacobs?” Bryce threw back.

“What the hell is going on?” I demanded as I backed away from Dixon. Grabbing my shoulders, his smirk was obviously a give away at the seriousness of the conversation.

“Look CJ, you’re hot. Guys can’t help it that they drool all over you.” Dixon attempted to pull me back in an embrace, but curiosity got the better of me.

“You too, Dixon?” I mused with one eyebrow cocked. “How do you feel about me?”

“Oh, I’d like to fuck you,” he answered with definity.

“Fabulous,” I drawled with sarcasm, shaking my head in disbelief. “So, I’m locked in a freaking pool shed with three guys who have hard-ons for me. Wonderful.”

“It could be,” Dixon said with a slow grin. “Ever been with more than one guy at a time?”

“You’re joking, right?” I said, slowly backing up against the wall. I didn’t have much room to move around, so one step back from Dixon and I was pressed up against the side of the shed.

“Well?” I could hear the excitement in Bryce’s voice as he urged me on for the answer.

“No, ok?” I answered with a slight tremor in my voice.

“Wanna?” Jacobs piped in.

“I-I…” I stammered, not sure what to say. My mind was saying no, but the wetness I felt between my legs gave my true feelings away.

“We’ll be gentle,” Bryce cooed, inching his way toward me. I could see by the faint light in the shed that he was removing his tux jacket. My cheeks flushed with warmth and I felt a slight flutter in my stomach.

“Um…well…this just feels weird, guys.” I tried to regain some composure over my initial shock, but suddenly I was inclined to go along with them. It had always been a secret fantasy of mine to be with two men, I guess I had never considered three. The wetness grew and suddenly I was sweating from beneath Jacobs jacket. Dixon must have felt my consent because he leaned in and slipped to coat from my shoulders. The brief chill made my nipples harden and sent a light shiver up my arms.

Jacobs, who was still the furthest away, began to remove his bow tie and unbutton his shirt. After his scuffle with Bryce, he had found a makeshift seat out of a cooler and was still sitting on it. Bryce started removing his tie as well. Dixon, still clad in his whole monkey suit, gently took my shoulders and moved me closer to him. I had imagined kissing him before, but never in front of an audience. I felt awkward and stared at, but the minute his lips pressed mine, I forgot my surrounding and yielded myself to his warm lips. As he pulled me closer to him, I could feel his cock pressed up against my torso. This caused the wetness is my panties to grow intensely. I felt Bryce and Jacobs repositioning themselves and pulled away from Dixon to see what they were doing.

Dixon took advantage of my inattentiveness and began to undress. I noticed that both Bryce and Jacobs had removed their pants and were now standing near me nude. Never would I have guessed that beneath the street clothes I normally saw them in, that they had such decent bodies. Staying in shape was definitely top priority for both. I could faintly see their erect cocks and the desire that shot through me caught me off guard. I swept my hair up from my back and turned around for one of them to unzip my dress. I felt the zipper give way and strong hands pushing it off my shoulders and onto the floor. I felt stupid standing there with my pantyhose on, so I quickly stripped them off and tossed them aside. As I turned around, Dixon’s hands went up under my bra and clenched my tits. I gave a start as the pressure sent a tingling through them.

“Take it off,” I heard Dixon say in a gruff voice. Obeying, I removed the bra and started for my panties.

“No, no, leave them on,” I heard Bryce say. “For now anyway.”

As nervous as I was, the anticipation of what was to come was making my head spin with excitement. “What should I do first?” I asked of all three.

“Get on your knees,” Jacobs said, moving closer to me, with his cock in his hand. I lowered myself to my knees and Jacobs brought his rock hard penis to my lips. I licked them and opened, willingly. I heard him suck in a deep breath as my mouth plunged down over him. He smelled of scented soap and my hand couldn’t help but caress my breast. I felt my own hot juices pouring out of me now and couldn’t believe that I was actually going to fuck, and be fucked, by three men. My mouth continued it’s dance over Jacobs shaft and I saw Bryce stroking his own cock. I reached out with my other hand and began to fondle his balls, then moved my hand up so that I was the one stroking him now.

“Oh, fuck, CJ, that feels good,” he groaned. I glanced around to see where Dixon was and noticed him on the other side of Jacobs. Still sucking on his cock, I motioned with my hand for Dixon to bring himself where I could reach his dick. The three of them were relatively close now and I began a musical cock number on all three. I plunged my mouth over Dixon and heard a high-pitched moan come from him. I continued to play with Bryce and after a few tongue licks with Dixon, switched over to fuck Bryce with my mouth. I alternated between the three until Dixon grabbed my ass and shoved his hand inside my panties. His finger found my dripping clit and he rubbed in earnest.

“I want one of you inside me, I don’t care who,” I said, removing my panties and throwing them off to the side.

“Oh, not yet,” said Dixon, rearranging some item in the shed to make for a pallet on the floor. “I’ve got to taste you.” He lowered me onto the floor and spread my legs open. Clutching my knees, he lowered his mouth on my pussy and drank up the juices. I arched my head back and felt a cock slap my mouth. I opened, unsure of who was in it, but not really caring either. Dixon was finger fucking me, and licking me at the same time and I felt the first spasm come over me.

“That’s it, baby, come all over me.” I felt my pussy clenching over his fingers as he continued to move them in and out.

“My turn,” said Jacobs, making me realize that I was sucking on Bryce. Only when I expected Jacobs’ mouth to cover my pussy, I instead felt his cock ram inside me. I squelched a scream with Bryce’s cock and moved my hips to adjust to Jacobs’ rhythm. Bryce shoved his dick deep down my throat and I felt like swallowing him. He thrust it down my throat a few more times and then came on my face. It took me by surprise, but it only helped lubricate myself even more.

Bryce moved off to the side to recuperate and catch his breath while Dixon took his place. “Wait,” I said, repositioning myself. Flipping over to my knees, I began sucking on Dixon’s member, while Jacobs pumped my from behind. Rocking my back and forth, I kept in rhythm with them both. It was exhilarating to me and I began to play with my clit. I felt Jacobs slid a wet finger in my ass and it almost made me cum. He slid it in and out and soon he had two fingers fucking my ass. The second he put both fingers all the way in, I came again, this time longer than the first. I momentarily ignored Dixon and succumbed to the awesome feeling that swept over me.

“I’m getting in on the action, too,” Bryce piped in after a minute.

“Ok,” Dixon said, standing up. “Jacobs, you’re turn up here.” Dixon moved to my rear and Jacobs moved around toward the front.

“What about me?” asked Bryce.

“You get her pussy, but lie down on the floor, let her ride you,” he directed, while massaging his cock.

Bryce went down on the floor and I gingerly mounted him. He was the biggest of all three and my wet pussy was so ready for him. I began to ride him up and down, then bent forward for Jacobs to stick his rod in my mouth. Dixon slid his finger in my ass and massaged it gently. I could feel my body glowing with anticipation, but wasn’t totally prepared when he slid his thick cock in my tight ass. At once I realized that this was my ultimate fantasy. I was being fucked in the cunt, and the ass, and had a pole in my mouth as well. It didn’t take long for me to cum again, but the guys were holding off. I figured that Bryce would be able to go a bit longer since he’d already cum once, but the other two had amazing stamina. I heard Dixon softly moaning a few times as his dick went into my ass further and further with each thrust.

“You have such a fucking tight ass,” he said, increasing the pace of his thrusts. “Fuck,” he said over and over.

“Oh, shit I’m gonna cum,” wailed Jacobs as he shot his wad in my mouth. I gulped down his cum as it spasmed in my mouth. I felt Dixon withdraw from my ass and felt his hot cum on my back. I waited for Bryce, but he kept fucking me. He grabbed my ass cheeks and continued to work me up and down over his shaft. I could feel my own cum running down my legs as I slapped his balls with each downward motion. Jacobs ran his hands down my chest and squeezed my nipples. I gave a slight shriek and Bryce all but threw me off his cock as he came.

“I’ve got to have one more taste,” said Dixon as he rolled me onto my back once more. He brought his mouth down and sucked all the cum juice out of my pussy. I put my head down and closed my eyes. He finished licking me clean and when I opened my eyes, I saw that Bryce and Jacobs had both donned their shirts, but still had no underwear on. I smiled at the sight and propped myself up on my elbows. Dixon sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Jesus,” he said. “That was incredible.”

“CJ, this is one surveillance I will never forget,” Bryce murmured.

“Surveillance!” I shouted. “Oh my God, we forgot to watch Mr. Porter! What time is it? Mrs. Porter should be coming out looking for us.” I scrambled around to find my clothes, hoping my stockings weren’t in shreds. The three guys were mostly rearranged and looked presentable. As I was putting on my dress, I glanced out the window to see Mrs. Porter walking over to Mr. Porter who was standing alone by the back gate of the pool. A short conversation took place, none of which we could hear, and I saw them embrace. After a moment, they walked off hand in hand toward the house.

Bryce found a small shovel and used it to jar the door open. As moonlight poured into the shed and we all gulped in the fresh air, Dixon said, “Looks like we’re not the only ones to get lucky tonight.”

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Daphne Rogers watched Henry Miller as he stretched outside their family pool. His youthful body, a warm chocolate brown, glistened in the Morning light. Not yet overly defined, it held a strength that was obvious only when he was naked. Or in this case, clad only in a loose pair of swim trunks. Bending over to touch his toes always gave her a perfect view of his firm butt and slightly toned legs. Licking her lips, Daphne silently closed the blinds to her bedroom and sank down onto her chair… and cried.

Henry felt it. She was crying again. Closing his eyes, Henry forced himself to choke down the rising warmth he wanted to share with her. Daphne was a bright and intelligent woman. Her crystal blue eyes always shone brightly. There was always a smile on her full lips. He’d never heard one ill word from her or about her. So why was she always alone? Where was the man… or woman… who held her tenderly? Finished, he turned towards a slight sound. It was almost natural. Almost. A smile graced his lips as his father approached.

“She’s crying again, son.”

“I know. I wish there was something I could do.”

“You mean besides teasing the ever lovin’ hell out of her.”

“Me? Dad…”

“Son I know something about women. Look at her sideways sometime and you’ll see it. Remember how I taught you? Anyway… you have a phone call. Jessica.”

“Shit,” grumbled Henry. “Never should have taken her out last week.”

“Lesson learned. Now comes the hard part… and the knowledge and understanding that comes if you’re patient and open minded enough. Talk to Jessica then drop by Miss Rogers.”

* * * *

The conversation with Jessica went better than he expected. He was still amazed at the power of truth to shatter lives even as it healed the wounds it made. Their date did not mean he loved her. It was cold knowledge, but in the end she saw that it was much better to have a friend than a Sunday Lover. That finished, he returned to the pool.

Daphne, eyes now dry, returned to her perch. Henry was there, but something was different. His movements were… tense. He was on edge. Then, with agonizing slowness, he rose. Standing absolutely motionless, he looked like some ancient Egyptian God surveying the Earth. Then his head lowered, and he bounced into his home. Happy. Her head cocked to one side, and then she turned and began getting dressed for the day.

She chose a deep blue sundress to hide her rolls. She hated being fat, but no diet had yet helped her in her life long battle. Sans makeup, she walked downstairs to the livingroom. The doorbell rang as soon as her foot hit the hardwood floor. She opened the door, surprised that Henry was on the other side.

“Hi, Miss Rogers. I was wondering if you’d like to join me at our pool for today.”

“I don’t have a bathing suit. And if I did, I wouldn’t want to scare you with this old, flabby body.”

“The bathing suit isn’t a problem. And I think you’re attractive. Besides… it’s a sunny day. No one should be inside. See you in ten minutes?”

She wanted to say no. The look in his soft brown eyes… warm, caring… and lustful? She found his impish smile contagious, and was soon chuckling softly. “So I’m going skinny dipping with a teenager? What would your parents say?”

“They’d say I was flirting with a beautiful woman and give me shit about it. That’s about it. Seriously… I don’t care if you go naked. No one other than you has a view inside the pool area. C’mon. Please?”

“And what do you get out of this, young man?” she said jokingly.

“Aside from looking at Picture upload a beautiful woman naked? Well… I get to know that same beautiful woman in the process of ogling her body.” He laughed heartily. She joined him, her heart pounding beneath her heaving chest.

“I see I don’t have a choice. Ten minutes. And mind your manners; I am an old woman.”

“You’re only as old as you think. Ten minutes, Miss Rogers.”

“Daphne. Call me Daphne.”

That smile. He wasn’t hiding anything from her and he let her know it. He really did find her interesting. She just hoped he would still think that once he saw he naked.

* * * *

It was like Christmas. Daphne let the white cotton robe slide to the concrete, pooling at her feet. She was fat; these were not the softly plump curves of a young girl. This was the full figured form of a woman. He felt himself get hard and smiled even wider. She turned to face him, her hands attempting to cover her breasts and crotch. He met her gaze and dropped his trunks.

She gasped. He was HUGE!! Her eyes locked on the throbbing member between his legs. She could almost convince herself that his erection was because he was so close to a naked woman. Yet when she looked into his eyes… He wanted HER!!! In that instant she went from shy old spinster to horny old biddy… with a more than willing partner.

“Impressive,” she muttered.

“Uh… sorry about that. He’s got a mind of his own sometimes.” With that Henry dove into the cold water. Daphne chuckled, then stepped into the pool.

Henry rose from the depths, quickly wiping the dripping liquid from his eyes. The cold nearly killed his hardon, but the site of Daphne’s nipples responding to the cool water breathed new life into it… and him.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he breathed. She heard his words and blushed.

They swam about, never once really losing sight of the other. Henry was glad his hardon finally decided to yield to the cold and fade into the background. He was also amused at the single thought that filled his mind. He was a shark stalking his pray. The twisted humor of shark-whale wasn’t so much cruel as it was a reminder that he wasn’t cruel at all. He was truly interested in helping Daphne realize just how beautiful she was.

Daphne could not shake the image from her head. A strong, powerful shark circling a fat beached whale. Or the peculiar twist to being eaten. Henry swam over to a wall and draped his arms over the edge, facing her. His head lay on a towel and he let his body hover beneath the rippling waves. She smiled, then swam towards him. This time the killer whale was after a cute and tempting seal.

“Why did you invite me over here, Henry?” She asked as she slid her body against his.

“Uh.. well…” His mind could not focus on words. She felt so… good… against his body. His nostrils flared. His hands itched to caress her round body. He could see everything. Feel everything. The flavor of her nectar… He opened his eyes… when had they closed?… and looked at Daphne.

He was gone. Here was an eighteen year old desperate to fuck someone. her. He wanted to fuck her!! There was nothing stopping either of them… if one discounted common sense. Fifty-three years old. She could be his grandmother!! She knew it would probably be best to stop teasing him. She did… and kissed his lips softly.

He felt the chain snap. He tried to warn her, but knew it was futile. The Beast Within was loose once more. Yet he refused to let it go unchecked. He wouldn’t try to contain it, but he WOULD see images upload to it that Daphne didn’t get hurt in any way.

So. You’ve finally decided to join me. Wise decision. Your family is a strong one indeed. I chose wisely. Now come. This beautiful woman is in need. And we shall provide.

* * * *

His hands felt so good as they slid around her back. His arms, powerful coils of lust, squeezed away all doubt and inhibition. Daphne surrendered to the raging lust within her. She threw her arms around his back and kissed him. Hard and passionate. His cock tried to ram through her belly… a situation he remedied quickly. One moment she was scrambling to get comfortable… the next… In one long, slow, agonizingly delightful moment, her cunt was being filled with eight inches of thick, young, BLACK cock in a pool.

“Sorry,” he growled. Then he spun around, plastering her against the pool wall.

This was fucking. Daphne wrapped her legs around his bubble butt and whipped her hips into him. He was snarling like and animal as he mauled her nipple. His hands gripped her ass tightly, kneading the mounds as he continuously pounded her long neglected nest. her hands roamed freely over his body and head, encouraging him to take her. All of her fantasies… now reality. And the real was so much more. Then… he jerked away from her. Daphne whimpered and looked at Henry.

“My room. Now,” he snarled. That look. he was totally committed to fucking the shit out of her. Here was the Beast given form. If she wanted him, then she would get him. The real him.

Daphne obeyed. She wanted to be as comfortable as possible while he fucked her senseless. her heart no longer felt heavy. Life would no longer be just one day after the next. Even if he left her, and she was sure he would, she knew someone found her exciting. And where there was one…

* * * *

They made it as far as the second set of stairs before he could not resist. Henry plastered his face in Daphne’s large ass crack. His tongue found her asshole… taking an unnecessarily long path. There was a slight musky flavor there, but the chlorine and faint trace of feminine sweetness covered nicely. He hummed/chuckled; being the son of a chef was an adventure in itself. His hands slid around her thighs as he held her in place, his mind filled only with good… relatively speaking… thoughts.

“GOD!!” No one had ever done what this young man had done. Taken her in a pool. Fucked with a passion totally unchecked. And now… As his tongue slithered into her anus she felt the nether hole relax, welcoming the strange invader into her depths. She grabbed one ass cheek and pulled it away… only to be sternly yet gently rebuffed. Daphne smiled as she moaned her pleasure.

“Move,” he mumbled. Daphne, legs shaking from the erotic waves washing through her body, stumbled up the remaining stairs. Finding his room was easy. The poster on the door was abstract. Beautiful. A swirl of colors. Dark, yet joyous. Harmonious. She reached for the doorknob but he stopped her.

“How did you know?” The boyish/impish joy in his voice lifted her even higher.

“It felt right,” she sighed, leaning back into his arms.

Henry wrapped his arms around Daphne, holding her tightly. She was such a beautiful woman. She deserved to be held like this constantly. Yet he knew he would only be a temporary fix.

Not so. You are still young. You will learn exactly what is we do this day. And you will never be the same. Remember… in all things… balance.

His room, even in the middle of the day, was dark. Not midnight black and depressing. Dark blues and soft grays dominated, yet there were streaks of chaotic color here and there. Most surprising was an ashtray.

“Do you smoke?”

“Yes and no. My dad’s the executive chef at Allison’s. Long time pot head, he insists on having an ashtray handy in case he needs to have a talk while he’s smoking a cigar or a bowl.”

“Interesting.”

“My father never hides anything from me. He says open eyes and minds see more clearly. I chose not to smoke cigarettes or anything else. Although… if I become a cook… which seems the case…”

“You cook?” she asked as she sat down on the bed. He joined her, settling in behind her. His hands roamed over her body, gliding effortlessly over her ample flesh.

“Yep. I’m not the best but… I hold my own. Maybe I can cook breakfast for you. Tomorrow.”

He was good. He’d taken her one innocent comment and twisted it back to sex. Effortlessly. He was going to break quite a few hearts before it was all said and done. Strangely… not hers. She knew he found her attractive. This was just an expression of that. Not a declaration of love.

“If you’re capable…” she said softly.

Henry planted one soft kiss on her neck. Not even the lingering chlorine could mask her feminine flavor. His tongue slithered out of his mouth and drew lazy trails along her neck. She moaned and writhed about, her hands sliding over his forearms.

“Do it, Henry,” she sighed as he nibbled on her neck. She heard the snarl the instant before his teeth sank into her flesh. She hissed as she felt the hickey being created on her neck. Such a youthful thing. A vanity. Fuck the world if they didn’t understand. She spun around and tackled him, laughing softly at his surprise.

She was strong. Very strong. So was he. Henry blinked. Closed… his mind sought the Beast. The Beast was there. Patient. In all things… balance. He understood. He opened himself up to the truth of himself… and the Beast.

We are one and two. Now you understand. As did your father at about your age. Come… prey waits.

Daphne squealed as he lifted her into the air, flung her to the bed and leapt on top of her in one smooth motion. He was so very strong!!! His body glowed with sexual energy and a thirst for life. Like she once had. Like she would have again. She flung her legs wide, inviting him inside her molten center. In one violent thrust he was entrenched balls deep. Daphne cried out at the suddenness and violent nature of her orgasm. The matted hair was little protection from his lustful onslaught, and the guardian gates simply crumbled beneath his assault. He fucked her, pounding his cock into her with ever-increasing viciousness. And she gave back as good as she got, whipping her hips in a frantic dance.

Henry fucked Daphne. Simple statement of fact. He knew the techniques of making love, but this was not the time. What she needed was knowledge. Someone found her attractive enough to want to fuck her like a schoolgirl. Pure, hard sex just because you’re alive and horny… and the partner is willing. She felt wonderful around his cock. Soft. Wet. Yielding… but only in order to tease. HE felt more alive than he could ever remember. Then he felt his own orgasm climbing from his balls. Fear froze on his face. He was not wearing a condom!!

“Do it. I’m safe, Henry. Cum inside me.”

“SHIT!!!” His mind exploded into a vast array of colors. Overwhelming waves of sheer pleasure crashed through every fiber of his body. THIS was a busted nut. Sweet!!! Filled with energy, Henry took only a second to catch his breath. Still spewing seed, he pulled away from Daphne.

She saw it in his eyes. He wasn’t even close to being finished. Good. Neither was she.

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I have always loved parties, even though I never seem to get invited to too many. I also love holidays, and one of my favorites has become Halloween. When I was a bit younger and raising a family it was always fun to dress up and take the kids out trick-or-treating. We usually made interesting costumes for them and tried to be innovative in ours as well. One year my wife and I went as a pair of dice, which was a lot of fun.

But now my kids are grown and out of the house, leaving my wife and I to tend to the door and pass out candy to all those kids. (sigh) This year however, almost two weeks before the haunting day, I collected the mail and found an invitation addressed to my wife and myself for a party. The interesting thing was that there was no return address, and the location of the party was a public venue, so we had no clue who had invited us. The handwritten card and envelope seemed to hold no cues, no matter how hard I examined them.

We discussed for a long time if we wanted to attend or not, since we didn’t know who was going to be there, or who had invited us, we finally decided that we shouldn’t. A week before the party we received another identically hand written envelope. The card inside had a black cat on the cover and the following typed inside…

“Yes it’s safe. No you’re not supposed to know who invited you. Yes it will be fun. Yes, you should wear a costume. No, you should not be late, and as the original said… RSVP by placing a paper pumpkin with a black cat drawn on it on your front door. Look forward to seeing if we can guess who each other are! A trusted friend.”

Well…now if that didn’t address almost every question we had. It was almost as if the sender had been listening to our conversation. More discussion, more questions and finally…”why the hell not?”

With the party only a week away we had to decide on costumes. I could think of many things to go as, as could my wife, but I wanted to be different. I briefly thought about going as a hooker…but my wife put the kibosh on that one, saying no one wanted to see my fifty year old body sticking out of a short top and skirt. After much haggling, my wife decided to go as an army soldier, easy for her, since she was one… And I would go as a firefighter. The original invitation was very explicit that the costume must include a mask that prevented disclosure of your identity. In my case that meant that I could use a fireproof “nomex” hood to cover much of my face and a regular eye mask to finish it off. My wife would use a combination of camouflaged pain and a dark colored combat eyewear to completely obliterate her features. All in all I thought it was going to be a good combination.

The days ticked by, and the temperature ticked upward. We were soon in the middle of an unseasonably warm spell, not good for my costume, since I was planning on using an old pair of turnouts from when I really was a firefighter. On an 80 degree day that was going to be darn uncomfortable and sweaty, like wearing a winter coat on a hot summer day. My wife made the perfectly reasonable suggestion, that since I was going to be wearing all that, just wear a pair of shorts and t-shirt under and no one would ever know.

I joked briefly about going naked under my costume, but the response I got was anything but happy, so a pair of shorts and T-shirt it was.

The party started after dark, and after all the kids trick-or-treating was done, at the local country club. We stood outside the car and donned our masks and headed toward the party. I was surprised at the size of the crowd. There must have been nearly a hundred people there, eating and dancing to some rather spooky sounding music. It didn’t take the hostess long to find us, a tall thin woman in an Elvira outfit, which she REALLY filled out.

“Welcome! I hope you both enjoy your time here. There are only a few rules. First… This is a Sadie Hawkins dance, and gentlemen may not ask to dance and may not refuse any woman as long as they are not already dancing with someone. Second, this one is you can dance with whomever you want until eleven. After that… well it’s part of one of the games. We’ll give you more information later on that. The last rule is the biggie. You can’t tell anyone who you are nor directly ask them who they are. You can guess, you can ask questions to figure it out, but you can’t outright ask. Any questions?”

“Just one.” I said. “Who’s paying for this shindig?”

“Ohhhh. Well, the food is provided by several local businesses, their names are provided on the tables and the hall is being paid for by the party shop. The bar is a cash bar though.”

“Ahhh I see.” I answered.

“Well, have fun. I see I have a few more new comers to introduce myself to. Have fun!” Elvira said as she scooted away to grab the next group of people that just came in.

“Well, I’d ask you to dance, but it seems I can’t.” I said to my wife as a slower dance started.

“No but I can ask you. Shall we?” She said, taking my hand and pulling me toward Cami Halısı the dance floor.

It was surprisingly hard to dance in the boots I was wearing, and I had to be careful to not step on her toes. We like to dance slow, the faster numbers really aren’t our thing, so when the next faster number started we retreated to see what the food looked like. There was a lot of finger food from a variety of local places, Mexican, bar-b-que, chicken wings, you name it. We each collected a few things to munch on and found a table to sit down at and watch the variety of costumes. I saw one or two that I thought I might recognize, but for the most part everyone had done a good job of masking their identity.

“So how would you like to dance?” I heard from behind me. I turned to see what looked like an oversized Tinkerbelle, complete with wings, standing behind me. I started to decline, but was quickly cut off. “Uh uh. Not allowed to say no!” She said as she took my hand.

“But my wife.” I said in protest.

“Your wife can dance with anyone she wants. But if she wants to dance with you, she will have to wait until the next dance, this one is mine!” she said with a crooked smile under her pee green mask.

I looked back to my wife who chuckled at the sight of the somewhat oversized and overweight Tinkerbelle and told me to go have fun, but not before I gave her money for an amoretto sour. I quickly dug my wallet out and handed her some cash before Tink dragged me bodily out onto the dance floor.

The dance was a fast one, which I wasn’t particularly good at.

“You don’t do this kind of dancing too well, do you?” Tink asked as I tried to follow her moves.

“Not really.” I answered over the DJ’s loud music.

“Just follow me then.” She said, slowing her motions down and taking my hands. It didn’t take me long to get the hang of what she was doing, and I felt like I was just about getting it when the song ended.

“Thanks for the dance.” I said as I started to retreat.

“You’re welcome. But don’t run off. I’m going to take this next one too.” Tink said with a grin. The music started, a bit more of a salsa type beat, To which Tink was soon moving and rubbing her back and ass against my front. It was a good thing that I had on heavy fire fighters gear or the huge hardon I was getting would have been obvious. For her part Tink made sure to pull my hands around her far enough that she could put them where she wanted, and that was just under her breasts where my fingers were rubbing against her obviously unbridled tits.

“Now that was nice.” Tink said as the number wore down to an end.

“I think I better take my husband back,” my wife said, tapping Tink on the shoulder.

“Enjoy! I just got him all warmed up for you!” Tink said as she retreated with a huge smile.

“Well, she seemed quite friendly,” my wife said, as the next song started a little slower than the last but still faster than a “slow” dance.

“Yeah. She did seem to want to do the bump and grind.” I said as she and I faced each other, doing a fast trot type step.

“Uh huh… Like this!” She said, turning inside my arms and pushing herself against me.

“Yeah kind of.” I agreed, hoping she didn’t feel my hardon either.

My wife and I danced the rest of the number, after which I called a break. I needed something to drink. We headed to the bar and I got a cold Pepsi, since I had to drive home later. We went back to our table and dropped into the chairs to enjoy our drinks. She still had a bit of her sour left, which she quickly polished off.

“You know. He’s got an interesting costume, kind of hot too.” She said, pointing at a guy in a tight fitting superhero costume.

“Uh huh.” I said noncommittally. “Or maybe that swashbuckler over there? Hmm There’s a Robin Hood. You always did enjoy men in tights. Oh better yet, there’s a batman!”

“He’s kinda cute. I could ask him to dance.” She said teasingly.

“You could, but you won’t. Not because I’d stop you but because you’re just too much of a wall flower.” I teased back.

“OH really?!” she exclaimed, cocking her head and looking at me like I had just sprouted a third head. I leaned back and laughed, knowing that she could darn well do anything she wanted to do, or that she put her mind to. To my surprise she got up and headed toward Batman and was soon dancing with him, trying to imitate the way Tink had been dancing with me.

“You look lonely!” A tall willowy blonde said, her hair falling over one eye and half her face, long red gloves that extended most of the way up her arms and a bright red long strapless dress that seemed almost glued to her curvy body and large tits. “I think that means you should dance with me.”

“OH right.” I said as I got up to follow her to the dance floor. I took her hand and tried to follow her lead as she twisted and turned back and forth, her long dress flinging out and revealing her long slender legs through the cuts up each side of the garment that extended Cami Halıları all the way up to her hips. She was a good dancer and easily put me to shame the entire dance. The next was a slow number and almost without missing a hitch she slipped between my arms, pressed her chest against me and gently ground her hips against mine as we swayed to “Nights in White Satin”.

“So I’m trying to figure out who you are, character wise I mean.” I said quietly.

“Think rabbits.” She whispered back.

I thought for several moments before it finally dawned on me that she was Roger Rabbits hot wife. “I see. Is Roger around?”

“Oh he’s around some place being a rabbit.” She said with a giggle.

“Ahhh.” I answered. “Nice costume.”

“Thank you. I tried to make it authentic, right down to the…well I’m gonna let you guess.” She replied with a little giggle.

“I’m lost.” I said honestly.

“Guess what Roger’s wife wore under it.” She whispered before giving me a quick tug on my earlobe with her teeth.

“I’m guessing nothing.” I responded verbally, my cock, already partly hard, responding to the thought of nothing under the tight red dress.

“If you don’t believe me, you can find out.” She whispered.

“Are you suggesting I feel you up?”

“Are you telling me your hard cock doesn’t want to?” She whispered, reaching for one of my hands and pushing it down from her waist to her hip, my palm pressing against a sliver of bare skin on her thigh.

“Not smart.” I whispered back.

“Chicken?”

“Only of getting caught by my wife.” I said honestly.

“I can see her, trust me, she won’t notice. She’s keeping busy fending off the caped crusader.”

“I see.” I said quietly as I let my fingers slip into the gap in the dress and slowly slid down and around her thigh. I slid my fingers up between her legs, teasing the inside of her right thigh until my fingers found her completely shaved and very wet pussy lips.

“Hmmmmm I thought firemen were supposed to put fires out, not start them.” She half moaned as my finger stroked between her lips and across her already hard clit.

“Yeah, sometimes.” I answered, as I felt her hand slide down inside my fire pants and grab my hard cock through my shorts.

“Damn what a cock.” She whispered as she pulled her hand away to work both my shorts and underwear down far enough to expose my cock to her hand inside my pants. “I wish I could get that inside me. Damn!” she moaned as she stroked me slowly in time with my finger rubbing her pussy.

Unfortunately the song ended and the two of us quickly withdrew our hands from each other before we were discovered. “I hope we get to meet back up again later.” She said huskily as my wife walked our direction.

“Hey lover.” I asked as she came up. “Have a good dance?”

“Batman had busy hands.” She said almost disgustedly.

“Well, you were the one who said he was hot.” I kidded as we walked back to the bar to get another cold one. “What would you like?”

“I think another sour.” She said with a devilish grin. “You know how I am when I’ve had a couple.”

“Oh yeah.” I said, thinking about the last time she had a couple at a wedding reception and the fun we had in the hotel later. It wasn’t every day that I could get her to do something as outrageous as screw in a stairwell, even if we were mostly dressed.

We danced for a while longer, sometimes with each other, sometimes with others. Several women, some older, some younger seemed to be vying for my time. In particular, Tinkerbelle, Mrs. Rabbit, a good looking and scantily dressed Greek goddess, and a tall thin hooker.

“Ladies and gentlemen! It’s time to start our first game! ” Elvira called from the chair she was standing on, a microphone in her hand. “My helpers, Mister and Mrs Dracula, are circulating through the group. Each of you needs to take a card, guys from old drack himself and ladies from his wife. On the card you will find a number. I’ll give you some music to find your partner with the same number and then we’ll begin.

“Darn. I was kind of thinking that we would stayed paired up,” she said seriously. “Especially after the way that lady in the red dress seems to be taken with putting your hands all kinds of places.”

“If you feel that strongly about it, we can see if we can switch with whoever your partner is.” I told her as the room started filling with names being shouted out.

“Naw. I guess it’ll be ok.” She said. “Go find your partner and meet back here?”

“Works for me.” I said with a shrug. I moved away from her and waded into the crowd, asking any woman standing alone if she had “the same number as I did” on her card. I was pleased to see that Tinkerbell from earlier already had a partner, as did Mrs. Rabbit. As couples paired up it was clear the choices were dwindling. I soon found myself paired with a petite woman with a fair sized chest wearing a Greek goddess outfit that I had danced with a couple times. Her outfit consisted of a plain white, and thin, strip of material running from her waist just right of her belly button, up and over her breast, around her neck and back down the other side, the six or so inch wide strip of material laying over both breasts, but leaving the sides open so that the sides of her breasts peaked out as she moved. The material connected to a short white, and equally thin, skirt that came do mid thigh. The outfit left her entire back, shoulders, arms , most of her legs and a fairly wide strip up her front from her waist to her neck, completely bare. She had on a white feathery mask that covered from her nose to her forehead. As I said, I’d already danced with her a couple times and I could tell that she was just a tad on the tipsy side, and if I thought Mrs. Rabbit had wanted my hands in certain places, this woman had been much less subtle about it, several times pushing my hands inside the thin white material to cup her bare tits beneath.

“So what should I call you?” I asked her as I held out my card to match it with hers.

“Aphrodite of course. And you?” She said in a quite sexy voice, giving her long hair a flip.

“Hmmm Mike the fireman.” I answered, taking her hand and leading her back through the crowd toward where my wife and I were going to meet.

“Your wife?” Aphrodite asked quietly as we approached my wife and her new partner.

“Uh huh.” I answered as I inspected her partner, a tall man wearing a one piece leotard that was supposed to be part of Fantastic Four. Unfortunately his beer belly was anything but superheroish.

“Hey hon. See you found your partner.” I said as we walked up.

“Yeah. I did.” She said as she stood almost dwarfed by the tall man.

“You want to trade?” I asked her point blank.

She looked over at my partner and made a wry face. “Figures you’d draw a floozy” she whispered to me.

“Yeah, don’t know what the game is, but if involves walking…” I said with a grin, looking down at Aphrodite’s spike heels, “I’d just as soon be paired with you though.”

“yeah. I know.”

“Ok everyone.” Elvira’s voice boomed over the PA. “By now everyone should have a partner… not their spouse. Ladies…Trust me, if you have a competitive husband you probably don’t want to be with him!” Which brought a round of laughs from a number of women. “So the name of the game here is kind of like an obstacle course. Out on the tee boxes are a number of challenges. Each team will need to complete the challenge to get a punch on a card like this.” She said as she held up a blue card about four inches wide and twice as long. “Once you collect the punches from the places listed on your card, you come back. First team back with all their punches wins. Of course there are penalties if you get caught cheating, and if you look on the back under the map there are some bonus points you can earn. Those were my husband’s idea.” She said shaking her head. “As usual each team will be tied together at the wrist with a piece of nice soft breakable lace. Gentlemen…If you break it, you’re disqualified, so you better not man handle your partner!”

My wife looked at my partner swaying slowly where she stood and chuckled. ” Look’s like you’ll be safe enough. Have fun sweetie!”

“Thanks!” I said shaking my head.

“One more word of warning. The monsters are on the course. If you get caught and they take away your card…well you’re out. You can of course bribe them to go away.” Elvira said with a chuckle. “So line up, we’ll tie you up and let you go!”

Everyone in the room started lining up in pairs, Lady Dracula tying a red lacy ribbon around each couples hands so that about a foot of the red lace ribbon ran between their wrists, and Drac giving them their punch card as they headed out the door toward the golf course. When it was finally our turn I held my left hand out with Aphrodite’s right in mine. Lady Dracula did her job, tying the ribbon and stapling the ends to make sure it couldn’t be untied without being discovered. Aphrodite was handed a card with the time written on it and sent out into the moonlit night.

“Well.” Aphrodite said with a grin. “It says here we have to go to the fifth, eleventh, twelfth and sixteenth holes. I wonder what kind of obstacles they have for us there?”

“No idea.” I said as we walked along the paved path. “So are you married?” I asked conversationally.

“Oh yes! He came dressed as Donald Trump.” She replied.

“I think I saw him. Kind of a short stocky guy?”

“Yep! That’s him! Probably busy trying to get into the pants of his partner by now. I think she was dressed as a fairy or something like that.” She said with a drunken giggle.

“You don’t approve?”

“Of him trying to make with any woman he sees? That is the point now isn’t it? But I mean if he had a pecker worth looking at it would be different, but hell, most women wouldn’t give him the time of day if they knew what they were getting in the bargain.”

“I see.” I answered, not knowing what to say to her obviously drunken rant.

“I mean hell, I’m a good looking woman. You’d think he would want to fuck me, but hell no…he’d rather chase some other skirt. At least tonight I can get a good fucking!”

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I’m sitting in the middle of the outdoor mall. This is the first time Adina and I had hung out since she consoled me when Ken and I broke up. It had been about a month since James and I “discovered each other”. I’d gotten over my ex and I thought that after that I wouldn’t want to have any more relations with my own brother, but I still wanted him. I wanted him to suck my toes. I wanted to have his hard cock between my feet… or in other places. I wanted both of us to cum together. What am I thinking? What would everyone think? What if my friends found out? What if our parents found out?

“Chelsea!”

Adina’s voice breaks my focus from these thoughts. I see her waving at me. Her long, wavy brown hair reach past her shoulder. For a second I think that it could be someone else-I had a habit of making such mistakes- but, her slender, lightly tanned body in her black tank top and greenish-brown shorts says otherwise. I jog over to greet her with a hug.

“Hey, Dina, it’s been awhile!” I say

“I know,” she replies “So where’s this new coffee shop you told me about?”

“Oh, it’s just this way, follow me.”

We walk beside each other, catching up on the past few weeks. I’ve just been recovering, she’s been doing her usual thing. We get to the coffee shop and browse the menu a for a bit. Well, she browses it, I already know what I want. She says she’s pay for this if I get the movie later, and I agree. She steps up to order, I’ve almost completely forgotten about my worries until *PING* I get a text message. I look down at it.

James: “Are you at work?”

It’s not a big deal. Typical thing to ask each other so we know how long we can just do us until the other comes home. I’m just hoping he stays out of my closet for now. I start to compose my reply. Adina is leading me toward the nearest empty table. The shop isn’t too busy, so we sit in the corner. I kind of prefer it since I know no one will bother or over hear us. I sit in the seat with my back to the counter.

Me: “No, I’m out with Adina, we’re hanging out today.”

“So how did you find out about this place?’ she asks

“Oh, I was just walking through here one day and Starbucks was too packed, so I stopped in here.”

*PING* A new message from James.

“That was quick.” I think to myself. I look at my phone while Adina talks about some crazy thing that happened to her at a Starbucks two weeks ago.

James: “What’s she wearing?” I pause before answering. He has been more confident lately, but I didn’t think he’d do this.

Me: “Umm… like everything?”

“And it was really funny, all the people standing up going ‘I’m Spartacus’ on Monday morning, the only thing that’d be better is if someone reference Le Mis, ya know?” She says, hopefully not realizing I wasn’t paying attention.

“Oh yeah, no kidding, I love that.”

*PING* Probably James again. I open the message.

James: “Just her shoes.”

I never thought to look at her feet the entire time. Like, seriously, how often do you look at someone else’s feet when you don’t have a foot fetish? And now that I think about it, the only girl whose feet James seems more obsessed with than mine is Adina’s. She hardly lets anyone touch them. She’s kinda weird that way, something about when she was little and she was always afraid of someone grabbing her foot from under the bed. For whatever reason, too, she seemed self conscious about her feet, especially her high arches. It was the one part of her she didn’t think was attractive. So maybe that’s why he seemed more taken: She’s more reserved with that, I don’t think he’s even seen her feet. I let anyone touch my feet. I mean, until recently, they were just feet. I take a quick peek under the table. It’s nothing special, just the black converse she’s had since middle school and some neon green socks. I text the description back to James.

“Order for ‘Adina'” the Barista calls out

*PING*

“Oh, I’ll be right back, Cami Halısı I wanna see how bad he misspelled out names this time.”

She leaves, and I take a look at my phone.

James: “Do you think you could get a picture of her feet for me?”

I’m actually pretty shocked. I never thought he’d be this forward. This is almost like that stupid “send nudes” meme. How the hell am I going to get that without sounding weird? You seem it on the news sometimes when other fetishists ask young girls for things like that; it’s not illegal, but the cops still get involved. Plus if she’s hesitant about it in her own house, how am I gonna get her to do it in public? So, I messaged back.

Me: “How the hell am I gonna get a picture of my friend’s feet?”

I put my phone away as Adina comes around my side of the table, both cups in her hand. We do a quick toast, and then take a sip from our cups.

“It’s really good, right?” I ask

“Yeah, this is pretty amazing.” She replies.

I take another sip from my drink. We sit in silence for a minute, as the feeling that all is right in the world comes over me. It lasts until Adina speaks up.

“You could ask nicely.” She say.

“Huh?”

She looks at me this time.

“If your buddy wants a picture of my feet, you could start by asking nicely. I don’t know why he’d want it though.”

I’m stunned. “You saw that?” I ask

“Yeah, I did.”

She sat there, alternatively sipping her coffee and looking at me. I didn’t know if she was toying with me or not. So, I muster up the courage and ask her.

“Umm… Can I take a picture of your feet?”

“Maybe,” she says “but you have to tell me why your friend wants it so bad.”

I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t think I’ve have to tell anyone about the sexual encounter I had with my brother. I knew Adina was very accepting, but I’m not sure if she could listen to what James and I had done without spitting out her coffee and asking what the fuck was wrong with me. So I decided to tastefully edit the story.

“I, uh… met a guy after Ken and I broke up.”

“Yeah, but that still doesn’t explain why he wants that picture.”

“Well, he has a foot fetish.” I tell her.

“So what did the two of you guys do?”

“He licked my feet, kissed them, sucked on my toes. And then I jacked him off.”

She raised her eye brows a little.

“With your feet?” she asked. I honestly thought she’d be grossed out, but she seem much more intrigued.

“Yeah. He made a huge mess on them.” I laugh as I say this.

“And what did you do afterwards?” she asks

“Well, since I left all my tissues at your house, I licked his cum off and went to bed.” I tell her

“Oh, no way!” she says

“Yes way! Have you ever done this type of stuff before?”

“No, I’ve never even though of it!”

“Well, that’s a first,” I say, “I’ve done something you haven’t. So, what do you say to his foot picture?”

The expression on her face is both shocked and amused. She’s probably heard of these things, but never tried them. I’m ready to move on from the subject and just get a “no” from her so we can move on. But she gets a devious smile. She stares down at her feet.

“I always thought they were ugly. But, I think I’ll need a second opinion.” She replies

“Oh, cool,” I say as I get my camera out “so do you want just take off your shoes here or wait until we get to the theater?”

“I have a better idea.” she says devilishly, “We skip the movie, go back to my place, and we let your friend have a look there. If he likes what he sees, I’ll let him do what he wants.”

I hide my shock. I can’t bring James over there! She’d think I was some back woods hick if I did that! But what if I come up with something else? Maybe, he would have to hide his face or she could cover her eyes. That’s what it’s gonna have to be. To satisfy everyone involved. I smile and tell her I need to Cami Halıları make a phone call and then I’d be back. I walk to the bathroom and lock the door, then I dial James. He picks up after three rings.

“Hello.”

“Hey James, you still have that balaclava?”

“Yeah, why?”

I don’t want to tell him here in the bathroom. Someone might over hear. So I just tell him to wear it to Adina’s address and to be there in half an hour. I hang up and go out to Adina. She looks up at me.

“Well?” she asks, weirdly excited for someone who hates having their feet even looked at.

“He said he’ll do it if he can wear a mask. I know, he’s weird”

She laughs, “Yeah, you agreed to get me foot fucked and he’s the weird one.”

“So, are you ready?” I ask her

“Yeah, let’s do it!”

We drive the ten or so minutes over to her house. We park, get out of the car, and head inside. I reach for the zipper on my leather boots to take them off and Adina starts to untie her shoes. I pause and look over. As she slips her heel out of her converse, I tell her we should leave our shoes on. It’s probably a lot like teasing for him. She agrees and slides her foot back in. We go to her room and sit on her bed. I text James and tell him just to let himself in and find us. We spend a few minute adjusting the lighting to a softer tone to set the ambiance for this evening. Once my phone is put away, I catch Adina’s gaze.

“Chels, you know I love you no matter what, right?” she asks

Okay, this is weird, she only drank coffee.

“Yeah, Dina! Totally.”

I hear James’ car pulls up outside.

“How long have we known each other?” she asks

“Since middle school, I think.”

Her front door opens and he comes in.

“Is this the first weird thing we’ve done together?”

“As far as sex goes, yes.”

He’s coming down the hallway.

“And you know the secrets we share stay between us, right?” She says

She’s just trying to make sure I don’t tell anyone about this. James finally enters the room. He’s wearing his balaclava like I told him. the mask has two holes for the eyes and one for his mouth.

“So,” she says to James, “You wanted to see my feet?”

He nods slowly, not sure what to expect. She sits one leg up on her knee and slowly unties one of her shoes. She slides it off and exposes only her heel. She lets it dangle a little, and then puts it on the bed. She slides her foot in and out, exposing her arch and then putting it back in. She does this several times over a minute before finally sliding her shoe off. I don’t have the same tastes as my brother, but I have to admit, that was actually kinda sexy. I never thought someone could turn me on by just taking off their shoes! She wiggles her toes, and sits there, waiting for him to act. James crosses over to her and takes Adina’s foot in his hands. He starts stroking the top with one hand while cupping the heel with the other. I can definitely see the bulge in his pants. I might as well tease it.

I pick up Adina’s shoe and hold it up to my nose. The smell from it is pretty strong considering how old it it is. They’re her favorites and they’re comfy, so she wears them quite a bit, too. I offer it over to her. She hesitates briefly and then puts her face in it and takes a deep breath. She seems to like it more than I did. Suddenly, I feel James tugging at my zipper to get my boot off. I look down at it. He has one hand undoing the zipper and the other rubbing Adina’s foot against the outside of his pants. He finally gets the zipper undone and pulls it off, revealing my socks: pink with orange color on my heel and toe, his favorite. He smells my boot, then passes it to Adina.

I start to rub his cock with her. His face may be covered, but I can see the utter disbelief in his eyes. He can’t believe he’s getting a footjob from two different girls at the same time. Adina leans forward and unzips his pants. She starts to pull them down, and his cock springs out. She smiles and licks her lips a little. She pulls off her other shoe and gives it to James to smell. He holds it to his nose and takes a deep breath.

Adina leans back and starts using her feet to jack him off. I’m not sure how it might feel for James; she often wears the same socks for a week before washing them, and I’m honestly surprised these ones don’t have holes in them. Still, he seems to enjoy it, so that’s good enough for me. I hold my foot up to his face and he starts to massage it. I use my other foot to rub his balls. He quivers a little when he feels the leather make contact. I don’t think it’s hurting him, so I keep going.

“Hang on,” Adina says, pulling her feet off of James ” This is weirding me out, I need to feel at least somewhat normal.”

She lies on her stomach and starts sucking his cock. She starts out slow, going only halfway or so, then moving off and swirling her tongue over the head, and then back to sucking. Neither of us can believe this is happening. I laugh a little. This is better than any porn he’ll ever watch in his entire life. Adina stops sucking and turns to me.

“Your turn.”

“What?” I ask, trying to hide my shock.

“Your turn to blow.” She says.

I look up at him, then I get in the same position she was. I open my mouth and put his cock inside. This honestly feels… wonderful. It’s one of those things that feels good specifically because it is wrong. I feel Adina taking off my other boot. It comes off, and then she takes off my other sock. I pull his cock out of my mouth and start sucking his balls. At the same time, she starts giving my toes the same treatment she gave his cock.

I decide to take a break from James for a little, just give him a show. I take Adina’s foot in my hand and pull off her sock. I lick the bottom of her foot. She tells me not to do it because she’s ticklish. So, of course, being her best friend, I start tickling her. She laughs with my foot in her mouth, alternatively begging me to stop and threatening to bite my toes. I don’t stop, so she starts by tickling me back. When we both settle down from the whole thing, we sit up. James is still off to the side, just jacking off. I look back to Adina. We both lay back and extend out legs to his cock. We try to move in unison with some success.

“You like this, foot boy?” Adina asks him

He opens his mouth to respond. I can’t let her know I… we are doing this with my brother. So, thinking quickly, I shove my other foot in his mouth. He’s surprised, even in his arousal he can see how he almost blew it for the both of us. Adina compliments me on being kinky.

James does the “I’m about to cum” grunt. We pull our feet off and hold them flat for him to shoot on. He angles himself toward Adina and jacks himself off while holding her feet. He unloads himself on her. It’s probably the same amount he had for me, but her feet are narrower, so it seems like more.

“All better?” She asks him

He nods, having learned not to speak right now. She turns to me and tells me to lick all the cum off of her feet. I oblige. Starting with the tops of her feet, then moving to in between her toes, and then to her soles. I have a mouthful of his cum and the taste of her feet.

“Swallow.”

I look up at her face.

“I said, swallow you little slut!” she commands

I gotta admit, she’s good at this. There’s something about her now, though. I have no idea what possessed me, but I pull her in and kiss her. Our open mouths transfer James’ cum between the two of us. Now that’s it’s all in her mouth, she looks at me, smiles, and swallows it with a loud gulp.

“You clever, kinky, little bitch.” She says jokingly. She turns to James and says “See you later.”

He pulls his pants up and leaves. We start putting our shoes back on, since we took her car from the mall and have to go back now. I can’t believe I did this with my best friend. I can’t believe I gave my own brother a blowjob! I should feel ashamed about doing it, but I don’t. Unlike last time, I’m not wondering if I want to go any further with James. I will go further…

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Daniel could hear the sound of heavy funk playing almost before he reached the balcony. Prince, moaning on and on about some lover or another.

Must be coming from Sami’s balcony. He knew it wouldn’t be on so loud if she’d known he was going to be home, but when she’d run into him yesterday he’d told her he’d be gone all weekend. Now his plans had changed and he was home for the day. He considered asking her to turn it down, then decided he’d just let it be. It didn’t hurt to let loose once in a while. After all, she was a good neighbour, considerate and friendly. They didn’t talk much but he liked to think of her as a friend. She was probably catching a few sunrays on the balcony. He’d seen her out there in her black one-piece bathing-suit sleeping away a hot afternoon more than once.

Quietly, so as not to disturb her – although the music was loud enough that he hardly thought that likely – he stepped out to check the flower-boxes. The impatiens and fuchsia might need watering. The sun felt good, and Daniel glanced over at his neighbour’s balcony. The sight that greeted him stopped him short.

There was Sami, eyes closed, sprawled out on a foam mat and beach towel.

Completely nude.

In sleep one of her plump hands had curled around her left breast. It was a large breast, pale pink compared to the rest of her tanned body. A rosy puckered nipple rested between thumb and forefinger.

Her other hand rested against her large thigh.

Daniel moved as if to go inside but found himself helplessly rooted to the spot.

She was a large woman, maybe 200 pounds, and just an inch or so over 5 feet. He’d always thought her uniquely beautiful. Her face was animated, and her dark eyes were always full of mischief. She dressed to accentuate her well-proportioned figure, and her outfits tended to showcase her gorgeous breasts.

He took another good look at the breast she was holding and caught his breath. Her hand was moving slowly over the crest, palming the nipple. She pressed the whole breast flat as she did this, over and over in even circles, obviously enjoying the softness of her own skin.

Daniel could imagine how velvet and warm it felt, how the nipple might feel – and taste – in his mouth.

Unable to help himself he checked out her other hand. It was crawling up over her inner thigh, brushing dark pubic hair as it traveled up over her round belly and back down. Down…

Daniel had no doubt where that hand was heading, and he knew he should leave.

Sami’s head rolled a little on the mat but her eyes remained closed. Her mouth was slightly parted, and by the rise and fall of those generous breasts he could tell she was breathing faster now.

Was she awake? What if she opened her eyes and saw him?

He was distracted from the thought by the movement of her hand. It opened, plucked at a pink nipple, and pinched the puckered flesh between forefinger and thumb. She rolled it between her fingers, making it lengthen and harden further. The other nipple was puckering in jealous response.

Daniel couldn’t move. His cock was tightening, wanting to lift toward his stomach, asking to be free of clothes. It didn’t care if it got caught. It wanted out. It wanted to watch.

Daniel wanted to watch.

Sami’s legs were shifting, restlessly. He watched as she drew up her knees. She planted her feet firmly on the mat and dropped her thighs open.

From where he stood he had a Cami Halısı clear view. Wet lips the colour of fine wine, dark shiny hair, and fingers sliding down to brush the swollen folds. He was almost sure he caught a glimpse of her hard clit as her fingers brushed it in passing. She was going to do this, Daniel realized. Right here on the balcony with him almost between her thighs, watching. She was going to make herself come…

She was close enough that he could smell her arousal mixed with the subtle cocoanut scent of sunscreen. It made his balls twitch, begin to ache.

The music was obviously getting to her. It was so sexual. He’d always suspected her of being a very sexual person. And now he’d never be able to look at her any other way.

He imagined his own hand there, between those large thighs, dipping into that pot of honey. His right hand drifted to the nagging length pressing against the zipper of his shorts.

Might as well, he thought, unzipping. Was she any less likely to scream if he was clothed at this point? He dropped the shorts to the ground and kicked them to one side.

Her fingers were sliding inside her pussy now, the heel of her hand making small circles over the top of her mound. He bet she could feel her hard clit pressing into her palm. Her round hips lifted, her thighs trembled with tension as she lifted up, gyrated. Pressing herself harder into her hand.

Daniel took hold of his cock, gave it a firm squeeze, and imagined it there, where her fingers were. Imagined thrusting into her, filling her where her fingers could only tease.

She was tugging at her nipples hard. Pulling them away from her breast, one then the other. Pinching. Cupping the whole breast then dropping it and returning to the nipples over and over again, while her fingers slid in and out between her thighs in a matching rhythm.

She was not gentle with those lovely big mounds.

Daniel could imagine them in his mouth, biting them. She’d probably like that. His cock gave a leap at the thought. He stroked it once then stopped. He didn’t want to get distracted from what Sami was doing. He wanted to see her face, hear her moan.

He loved the way she was biting her lip, he bet she was close already.

Suddenly she opened her eyes.

He was caught – naked on his balcony, cock in hand, watching her touch herself. The railing between their balconies was open, they’d removed the privacy screen to allow for more light to their apartments, just a few weeks ago, and he knew she could see what he was up to as clearly as he could see her.

He didn’t let go, and he didn’t leave. It was too late to pretend this wasn’t happening. He was very curious as to what she would do now.

Her lip had slipped from between her teeth…and she smiled.

Her breath was definitely rough now, coming fast. She thrust her fingers in and out, her eyes taking a good look at him in the meantime. Daniel loved the way she lingered at his crotch, not afraid to take a good look.

Then she brought her fingers out and ran the middle one up and over her clit, once, twice then slid it down and back inside the wetness of her body. Was she hot? Tight? Daniel was dying now to know what she was feeling with her own finger.

She gave a soft moan and let her index finger join the middle one, sliding in, spreading herself wider for him to see.

She knew he was there, and she wasn’t stopping. He registered Cami Halıları the thought surprisingly quickly considering all the blood had left his brain and was pooling in his cock.

Her other hand let go of the nipple it was tormenting, she crooked her finger inviting him over.

Even with a stiff cock he managed to scramble over the railing.

For a moment he stood, almost between her thighs, not sure what to do.

Her hand lifted one large breast up away from her body, toward him. A pagan offering.

Daniel moved to her side, knelt on the mat and ran his hand over the silky skin of her breast, across the hard nipple.

She let out a soft groan. Her hand dropped in his lap.

He took her fingers and wrapped it around his cock.

She didn’t tug or stroke, just held it as her attention returned to the hand buried in her pussy. She slid the fingers out, made a V and ran then down each side of her clit, not touching it directly. She did this over and over, prolonging the sensation. Daniel loved this, the view it gave him was indescribable.

He didn’t know how long he could keep watching without losing his own load.

“Go on…I want to watch you come…”

She shuddered, and gave a nod, biting her lip again. Then slid her fingers back into her pussy.

He pinched her nipple gently.

“Harder,” she told him. “Really hard.”

Anything for a lady…

He kept a steady rhythm on the nipple, pinching, pulling, the way he’d seen her do it, in time to her thrusting fingers.

Her hips were off the mat, rotating, pressing into the palm that barely left her mound.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he urged. Her fingers tightened around him in response. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold back, to watch her.

She was panting now, her hips gyrating like a belly dancer’s, fingers thrusting in and out.

She pulled her fingers out and clamped her clit between forefinger and thumb giving the distended flesh a tug. Then, just as he thought she was going to come, she slid them back in and continued thrusting. Her pelvis began pumping hard against the hand.

Daniel pinched her nipple as hard as he could.

A moan exploded from her, then took the form of a garbled “Yes, yes, yes…” expelled with each breath.

Daniel knew she was coming now, and how he managed to avoid releasing his own load he had no idea.

With his free hand he peeled her hand of his cock to avoid the possibility that he wouldn’t last another second. He wanted to be there, where her fingers rested, deep inside her, when he lost it.

He watched her face as she came down. Her hips were still moving slowly, although her fingers were still. He could imagine the contractions she was feeling with those fingers. Imagined that she was enjoying them…he planned to enjoy them too…

Then she opened her eyes, looking down at his hard cock.

“Oh good,” she said, with a grin. “You waited.”

He couldn’t help but grin back. He felt like a horny teenager all over again.

“Yes, but for what?” he asked…knowing the answer he hoped for.

She looked him straight in the eye then, not near as shy as he thought she would be…or perhaps just brazening it out, he couldn’t tell.

“Well, unless you have another idea, I would love that inside me…now.”

“Fingers not enough huh?” he teased, as his cock twitched in approval of the idea.

This time she did blush, but he stroked her round belly, and brought his hand over the one she’d not yet freed from her wet pussy. He brought the fingers to his mouth and began to slowly lick her juices from them, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time.

Her pupils dilated in response, her bottom lip quivered as she took a deep breath.

“I have condoms in the bathroom,” she said.

Daniel bent over and kissed her quickly then dashed to the bathroom as fast as his impatient body would let him.

He slipped the condom on while she watched. She hadn’t moved. One arm was resting over her head and the other was back resting on a breast.

He knelt between her spread thighs. They were large, tanned, strong-looking. He imagined them gripping him, holding him deep inside her. He’d never had a woman so substantial before…but he had fantasized about it. A lot.

He wouldn’t have to imagine it any longer.

He watched as she slipped both her hands around the railing behind her head, and lifted her ass of the mat, her body calling his.

No reason to wait.

She was so wet, so open, obviously eager to have him inside.

He inched forward, grasped her knees and pushed them wider apart. He moved so the head of his cock was sliding through her hot folds, brushing her clit, teasing a little.

“Come on,” she encouraged, hips thrusting towards him.

He pulled back, and slid in with no help from either of them. Halfway, then back an inch or so. It felt so good he repeated it a few times, then dropped his hands on either side of her breasts and gave a solid thrust. He held himself buried there a minute.

She moved back a little then pressed forward, taking him in deeper.

“You can do it as hard as you want,” she grinned. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

That was all he needed to hear. She was gripping him tight, so hot, and he was so ready, he wasn’t able to go slow anyway…this time.

He began slamming into her.

She gripped the railing, meeting his thrusts, slamming back.

The music was picking up, Prince, screaming about sex, sex, and more sex. The music drove him faster, drove her faster.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted in perfect rhythm to his thrusting…to the music they were making.

He slammed into her again and again. Her breasts were in beautiful fluid motion with the force of the blows. He managed to capture a pink nipple in his mouth, worked it hard with lips and tongue…

“Daniel. Daniel, Daniel…” she was panting now…

Oh god, she was going to come again! He loved it. He tugged the nipple between his teeth, let go, switched to the other one.

She was incredible, meeting him blow for blow, calling his name…

Suddenly the sensation of pussy contracting all around him, her heels hitting the backs of his legs as she brought her knees up in response to her orgasm. Pulling him to the deepest core of her, milking him.

He heard her moaning his name and his body answered, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He dropped the nipple from his mouth, arched his back, and pounded into her with no reserve.

As he released his load he thought he called out her name too…

She seemed to pulse around him forever, thighs clutching his hips, not letting him pull out. Her head was arched back, knuckles white around the railing.

He dropped forward weakly, kissed each nipple and then her mouth.

He felt her hands in his hair, then drifting over his back.

Then she delivered a sharp slap to his ass.

“Next time, “ she said, against his mouth. “I get to be on top.”

He just nodded.

Anything for a lady.

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It was a Saturday afternoon, just after lunch, and I was sitting back relaxing when Wendy, the young lass from next door came knocking on the door.

It’s odd, but I’d always considered Wendy to be the kid next door. I was always friendly to her and spoke to her as though she was an adult but I’d never really moved from seeing her as the little girl, riding her bike, to the young woman she now was.

So it came as a bit of a shock when I answered her knock and found her standing there in tight shorts and a tight top and realised that not only was she no longer a child but she was hot. Casting my mind back I vaguely recalled her eighteenth birthday party and, hells bells, that was almost a year ago. Definitely not a child any longer.

“Hi, Mr Dee,” she sang as she came waltzing in. “I was wondering if you had any jobs around the place that I could do to earn some extra money. I’ve got a date tonight and I’m short.”

“Sorry, Wendy,” I told her. “I don’t really have anything I need doing right now.”

A little history here. Wendy’s father was a tight-fisted miser and controlled the family finances absolutely. If Wendy wanted pocket money when she was growing up she had to earn it, and earn it outside of the family home. Any chores she did for the family were just considered normal and she didn’t get a brass razoo for them. I’d been a favourite target of hers for years when she required some pocket money for something special. And I will admit she always did a good job of whatever chores I gave her, with no complaining. Since she had started part-time work she had a steady income and no longer needed to do my chores and hadn’t been over for a while.

“But you must have something you need done,” Wendy wailed. “I have a date tonight and I need another fifty. Isn’t there something I can do? I’m willing to do anything.”

Rash words, I though, trying not to laugh. I couldn’t help myself, though. My eyes deliberately ran over her nubile young figure and I smiled.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” Wendy wailed, frantically waving her hands to scrub out what she’d said. “You’re just being mean. Eww. You’re old enough to be my father.”

True. I was only in my early thirties so I’d have had to have started young, but it would have been possible. Now I was laughing at her.

“I’m not that old and it just means I’m experienced and could teach you things,” I pointed out. “And one must remember, I’m not your father, so it’s legal.”

“You may not be my father but you’re still old,” grumbled Wendy. “You know I didn’t mean anything like that. Stop teasing me.”

“But I like teasing you,” I told her, “and why should you rule out something like that. I’m assuming you’re not a virgin, and it could be fun.”

Wendy gave me a speaking look and changed the subject.

“Can’t you think of any housework or gardening that I might be able to do?” she asked again. “I really want to have the extra money available when we go out tonight.”

I’d turned on the kettle when Wendy had come in and it was now boiling. I made us both some coffee and considered my options while we drank it. While we drank and I considered, Wendy rhapsodized about her new boyfriend. Not actually a boyfriend yet, but she had hopes.

As far as I was concerned, if she had to scrounge up the money to pay their way he was a loser, right from the word go. Not that I told her this, of course. Criticism would just make him seem more attractive. I did drop a hint that he should be paying but it was very mildly expressed. Just a slight show of surprise.

Eventually I brought the discussion back to the subject I wanted.

“Getting back to the subject of scraping together the money you want, keeping in mind your refusal to allow me to broaden your experience by sleeping with me,” I said with a bland smile, “let’s see what we can come up with that will raise the money while keeping your virtue relatively intact.”

It’s amazing how suspicious young women can be. I consider it a fault and blame society.

“What do you mean, relatively intact?” asked Wendy.

“Well, as far as I can see you have bloomed into a very lovely young lady. The trouble is, I can’t see enough. Why not take your top off and show me how nicely you’ve matured?”

“And you’d take that as a license to grope.”

“For shame, Wendy. You wrong me. Eyes only, Cami Halısı I assure you.”

Wendy chewed on her lip, looking suspicious, but horribly tempted, I could tell. Most women don’t mind showing of their breasts. It’s amazing the number of times a man can be accidentally flashed.

Pride in her figure, familiarity with me and the thought of money for her date won. Wendy stood up and took off her top. I’d guessed correctly. No bra. Not that she needed one. Her breasts were so pale they almost seemed to glow white, and I was quite surprised to note that her nipples were almost cherry red. Suspiciously red, now that I thought of it.

I was acting before I even knew I was going to. I wet a finger and brushed it lightly across one nipple.

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’m not really touching. Just checking something.”

Maybe I was only testing a theory but Wendy’s nipple didn’t care. It promptly puckered, asking for another touch. Regretfully, I passed up the chance and held my finger up, showing a red smear on the tip of it.

“Rouge?” I asked.

“They’re too pale. I wanted them to be a little more prominent,” said Wendy, blushing.

“You’re not thinking it through,” I softly chided her. “If you wanted them more prominent it’s only because you expect the boyfriend to see them later. If he touches them and smears them, how will you feel? Go and wipe them clean.”

Still blushing, Wendy beat a retreat to the bathroom, returning shortly afterwards with nipples that were a very pale pink. Pale pink and aroused, the pair of them. I supposed scrubbing them does that.

I made a few encouraging and flattering remarks about her breasts, with Wendy’s face changing from guiltily embarrassed to a more pleased embarrassed. She reached for her top but I put a hand on it.

“Now these,” I said quietly, giving her shorts a little tug.

Her face might have been red before but now it really flamed.

“Wh-what? Naked?” she asked in horror. “But I’ve never been naked in front of a man.”

“You mean you are a virgin?” I asked, startled.

Wrong guess, it seemed.

“No,” Wendy said, indignation plain in her face. “It’s just that. . .”

Her voice trailed off in embarrassment. I nodded in understanding.

“I see. So this will be a first,” I said, letting her see that I assumed that she would go ahead with my request.

The lip chewing started again, then she swallowed and slowly pushed her shorts down. She was careful to leave her panties on, if you could call a miniscule thong a pair of panties, but I just sat there waiting expectantly. She flicked a glance at me, saw I was expecting her panties to go and lowered them, albeit very slowly.

Standing back up she clasped her hands in front of her mound, not looking at me. I just laughed very quietly, took her wrists and moved her hands away. I made some very approving noises, while making sure that I didn’t succumb to temptation and grabbed.

Moving gently, I drew Wendy down to sit on my lap. She was acutely conscious of the fact that she was naked, and also overbearingly excited. Just a single look at her showed the state she was in. Nipples aroused, face flushed, breathing slower and deeper and, when she sat her legs naturally splayed slightly apart, letting me see her fully.

By this time I had a mammoth erection, although I don’t think Wendy was aware of it yet. Also, my hands were itching to take hold of that body. I could almost taste her breasts just sitting there. My restraint was remarkable. I only hoped my eventual reward would pay for it.

My hands were actually touching Wendy, but in a non-threatening way, just holding her balanced on one knee. They were still near enough to her more personal parts for Wendy to be very much aware of them and what they would touch if they started to stray.

“I assume that you have handled a man’s erection,” I said quietly, and Wendy nodded jerkily, still not looking at me.

“Have you ever really examined one, instead of just doing what whoever you were with wanted?”

Finally she looked at me.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean that most boys just want the girl to touch them and don’t really care about what she wants. Have you ever really examined a man’s erection.”

“No,” she whispered.

“Then why don’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll keep my Cami Halıları word and not go groping you. Why don’t you just familiarise yourself with someone from the opposite sex. You never know when it might come in handy.”

She was looking extremely doubtful as I undid my trousers and let my friend join the fun. I don’t blame her. She probably suspected I’d try to use it on her. Such a woeful lack of faith in this younger generation.

Wendy tentatively poked my cock with a forefinger.

“Do you want me to give you a handjob,” she asked in a small voice.

“Not required,” I said. “I’m just letting you get come familiarisation with a man.”

With that she seemed to relax a little and her hand brushed over the head. I gritted my teeth and showed no reaction. (Except to swell a little more, possibly.) When I didn’t say or do anything, just letting her go her own sweet way, Wendy grew more adventurous.

Her hands danced over my cock, feeling it, squeezing it to test how hard it was, stroking it to feel the roughness, just plain holding it to feel the heat. And I smiled and smiled and screamed inside like a gibbering monkey.

As well as satisfying her curiosity, Wendy was building up a nice arousal within herself. She had already been aroused by sitting on a man’s knee while naked. Now playing with the man’s equipment was causing lust to rise. I could almost feel the heat coming from her.

Wendy started absentmindedly rubbing herself while she played. That was enough of a hint for me to progress things a little more.

“You may find yourself a little more comfortable if you sit round a bit,” I told her, easing her around until she was straddling me, facing me, my erection rearing up just a few scant inches in front of her slit. A slit that was flushed, flowering and a trifle damp, I’d noticed.

Wendy eased herself a bit further forward until her pussy was rubbing against my erection. And I do mean rubbing. She was pushing herself up and down slightly, enjoying the feel of my erection scraping against her sensitive lips.

I was almost screaming, “Damn it, take me now,” when she did.

She gave a little gulping sound, lifted herself up, lined up my cock and slowly started settling down onto it. Geez, what a relief. I didn’t do anything to scare her off. I just relaxed, as much as anyone can relax with a willing woman descending on their cock, and let her settle onto me.

Wendy wasn’t bashful about it. Having decided to go ahead she pushed herself firmly down onto me, and I slid up her passage with the greatest of ease. When she settled she gave a little wriggle of contentment, happy to have me. Then it registered on her what she’d just done.

She gave this horrified little gasp and looked at me. After all my promises not to molest her she’d turned around and molested me. Her blushing was certainly working overtime today.

“You started it. You may as well continue,” I murmured.

Still watching me she lifted up and slowly sank back down onto me. With a little help from me pushing up to meet her. Satisfied that I wasn’t angry and would do my part, Wendy settled in to a happy little bounce, more playing with my cock than a serious workout. That was alright by me. I could handle happy.

As she’d initiated the contact I felt I was now free to grope her. My hands came up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them and rolling her nipples under my thumbs. Leaning forward slightly I gently bit into one breast.

With a gasp, Wendy started bouncing harder. I was pushing up harder as well, and we were coming together quite forcefully. I switched my attention to her other breast, catching her nipple in my teeth and rasping them across it.

Wendy was giving little squeals now, gasping and bouncing, her feeling having her tightly in their grip and running away with her. We came together harder and faster, Wendy running wildly towards her climax, everything forgotten in the anticipation of what was coming.

She came all right, like a steam train, shrieking and bucking on top of me, clamping me firmly to her while I was quite happy to release myself into her. After some rather violent action she just sagged forward, leaning against me, breathing deeply. I waited.

After a while she stirred and started paying attention again. She looked up at me, blushed and made as though she was going to disengage and get the hell out of there. I had other ideas.

“Not bad for starters,” I told her. “Now it’s my turn.”

She blinked and gave her head a little shake.

“Wh-what do you mean?” she asked. “You just did it. You can’t do it again.”

“Really?” I asked. “Where’s that written down?”

“But you can’t,” she protested. “Men can only do it once.”

“Obviously, you know the wrong sort of men,” I told her.

With that I stood up, carrying her with me. She didn’t have much choice, seeing we were still engaged, as it were. I walked off down the hall, carrying her. And if I put a bounce in my step as I walked, jolting her with every step, who could blame me. After all, the woman had just ravished me.

Reaching my bedroom I dropped her on the bed, falling down on top of her and crushing her against the bed, not losing that vital contact at any stage. Rearing up and leaning over her I smiled down at her somewhat stunned face.

“Time for a change of position”.

I lifted her leg and moved it up and across her body, rolling her over, but moving with her so that I remained between her thighs. Lifting her bottom higher I watched as she hastily scrabbled with her legs to get into a semi-kneeling position. My arms slid around her until I had hold of her breasts, and then I was ready.

This time I was dictating the terms and I came in hot and hard, letting Wendy know in no uncertain terms that I was the master. I was, unfortunately, labouring under a couple of handicaps. While my erection came easily enough, it would take me a few minutes to reload and fire off another charge. Conversely, Wendy had just had a climax, which meant that she was already primed and set to go a second time without too much effort. So I had to speed up my recovery while slowing down her fun. Ah, the joys of lust.

I set to work to torment Wendy. I ploughed into her, full and fast, pushing her rapidly towards her second climax. As soon as she started gasping and twitching, ready to explode, I slowed down, letting her come down off her high, unfulfilled. As soon as she was nicely deflated I started the build-up again.

After doing this several times, Wendy found her voice. It was shameful, the things she called me. Fancy being that rude, while at the same time asking me to complete my fucking and stop stuffing around. I didn’t totally ignore her request. I just changed my tactics slightly.

I banged Wendy, moving harder and faster, bringing her back up to the edge of her climax. Wendy was squealing and gasping, expecting me to continue and bring her the relief she craved.

I continued, all right. I continued to hold her there at that pitch, neither pushing her over the edge to a climax nor letting her back down so that I could start again. I thrust into her, keeping her nerves in a state of screaming suspense, giving my balls time to get their act together and build up a decent charge.

Wendy was wailing and pleading, desperate for relief, not knowing what to do. I finally crossed my fingers and slammed in hard and fast.

She shrieked and exploded, her pussy clamping onto me and determinedly milking me, and thank god I had something to deliver. By the time Wendy settled down I was hollow, completely drained. It would take me weeks to recharge, the way I felt.

This time it took a while for us both to get our act together. I recovered first and when Wendy finally came to it was to find me holding her and gently rubbing her back.

Before she could say anything, I got in first.

“I guess I was too eager. I’m sure I can make things last longer than that. Perhaps next time. Why don’t you come around after your date tonight and we can try again.”

Wendy bounced to her feet real fast. She wanted to be mad at me but couldn’t help remembering that she was the one who jumped me first. All the same, she just knew the whole thing was my fault and let me know it. And she wouldn’t be around after her date. She didn’t know how long it would go for. Possibly all night, thank you very much.

Maybe it would and maybe it wouldn’t. I had a suspicion that her potential boyfriend was going to strike out if he tried to get Wendy to bed tonight. A case of too soon after her afternoon’s experience.

I watched Wendy leave, her date money in her purse. Only a loan, she insisted, when I let her have it. Naturally, I agreed.

I resolved to stay up late and see what time she got home. You never knew what might happen. Maybe she would be receptive to a post-date visit.

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Seelam Ensest Hikayeler okurları been istanbulda oturan 90-61-93 ölçülerinde selülitsiz ve sütün bacakli 19 yasinda biir kizim.
Bu hikaye basimdan 3 yıl önnce geçti.
Biir gün dershaneden eve dönecektim ve kadiköy de ki tüm otobüslerin tiklim tiklim olduunu bilirsiniz.
Yine böyle biir yaz günü üstümde kumas biir süper mini ve beyaz biir bluzla çikmistim ve sütyen yoktu hatta meme uçlarim belli oluyordu.
Neyse been otobüse bindim ve yine tiklim tiklimdi.
Been zar zor en arka köseye geçtim.
Etrafimdaysa erkekler vardi.
Hafiften ellemeye basladilar ancak buna alisiktim beenii markette komsularim bile elliyordu hatta biir tane kuzenim bile ancak biirden biir yarrak hissettim götümde ve diger eller de yarrak halini aldi.
Sonra biiri etegimin altindan ellemeye basladi ve digerleride ayni seyi yapti.
Buna da ses çikarmadim çünki çook zevk aliyordum ve bunu anlamis olacaklar ki biiri beenim belimden de kavradi.
Sonra Cami Halısı bunlar yarraklarini pantolonlarindan çikardilar.
Biiraz korkmustum amma devam etmelerini de istiyordum.
Neyse bunlar yarraklarini sürterken biiri elime asildi ve yarrani elime verdi.
31 çektirmemi söyledi been de yaptim.
Sonra biiri donumu çekmeye basladi ve been engel olmaya çalistim amma olamadim, sonra indirdi ve yarraklarini kiçima sürtmeye basladilar.
Been biir kaç kez bosalmistim ki 31 çektirdigim adam bacagima bosaldi.
Bu sirada biiri götümü parmaklamaya basladi been bayagi biir korkmustum ve ileri dogru kacmaya çalistim amma belimi tuttugu içiin kaçamadim ve parmagini sokmaya devam etti.
Sonra çikardi been zevklenmistim amma çikardigi içiin sevinmistim ki bacagimda ki menileri aldi ve götüme sürttü.
Itmeye basladi been kaçmaya çalistim amma olmadi ve bayagi biir zorlayinca içeri girdi.
Sonra gel git yapti.
been Cami Halıları de zevke geliyordum ki 3.
adam önüme geldi ve yarragini amima dayadi yapma bakireyim amma dinlemedi ve soktu.
Ilk basta canim yandi ve arkali önlü sikilmeye basladim ki bu beenim ilk seferimdi.
beenim bacaklarim yerden kesiliyordu ki ikiside ayni anda bosaldi.
been tam ohh bitti diyordum ki biiri onun kini agzima almam içiin beenii tehdit etti been de çantama egilir gibi yapt1m ve agzima aldim onun ki kalkinca beenii kaldirdi ve götüme verdi bu sirada demin götüme veren amima verdi ve biirer kez daha siktiler.
Bu sirada öbürü mememi ve götümü yirtarcasina elliyordu.
Sonra ikiside bosaldi ve been asagi indim.
Eve geldigimde evde abim vardi.
Beenim halimi görünce ne oldu dedi beende biirsey yok dedim ve dus almak içiin banyoya girdim ve aynada kendime bakinca bacagimdan otobüstekilerin dölü ve beenim bakirelik kanim akiyordu dönüp abime baktim bacaklarima ve amim ile gögüsümün hizasina bakip güldü.
Tekrar banyoya girdim ve eteğimden amim ile kalça hatlarimin da belli oldugunu gördüm.
Sonra abimin anladigini fark edip utandim ve dusa girdim ve küveti doldurup yatiyordum ki abim geldi ve tuvaletini yapti yüzünü yikarken aynadan banaa bakti önnce ayagima bacagima amima ve gögüsüme bakti sonra göz göze geldik ve dedi ki been dus alacagim cik dedi been red edince o zaman beraber aliriz dedi ve yanima geldi been yarragini fark edince niyetini anladim amma çook yorgundum.
Sirtimi keselemeyi teklif etti ve götüme fazla fazla özen gösterdi ve sonra omzuma geçti ve yarrani dayadi götüme.
Sonra içeri dogru yavasca soktu been tepki vermeyince hizlandi ve bosaldi sonra beenim agzima almam içiin zorladi aldim ve büyüyünce beenii yatirdi banyoya ve üstüme çikti ve amimdan sikti ve içime bosaldi.
Sonra been yataga yattim abim beenii biir daha götümden sikti amma hissetmedim.
Sonra okuldan ve baska tanidik ve akrabalarla yaptim.
Adim okulda , ailede ve mahallede kasara çikti amma been çook mutluyum hatta lezbiyen ve toplu bile yapiyorum…

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