Aksamci.org - Sex Hikayeleri https://aksamci.org Sex Hikayeleri Fri, 29 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 tr hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.4.3 Golden Rules Ch. 04 https://aksamci.org/golden-rules-ch-04.html https://aksamci.org/golden-rules-ch-04.html#respond Fri, 29 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 http://aksamci.org/golden-rules-ch-04.html Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 **Disclaimer: This story contains a lot of very sexually explicit writing. It involves pee. every single character is over 18 years old.** We attended our last classes...

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**Disclaimer: This story contains a lot of very sexually explicit writing. It involves pee. every single character is over 18 years old.**

We attended our last classes of the day. Due to Chelsea’s interruption, I wasn’t able to finish up my assignments. The library was slightly noisier than usual. I had a feeling the trending topic was the upcoming dance. The buzz in the room was nearly electric though, and it was slightly contagious. I took my seat in the corner of the encyclopaedia section and set to work.

Not only five minutes later was Chelsea back at my side, having sniffed me out once again. She sat on the desk, hands by her sides. I glanced at her quickly to acknowledge her and turned back to my work.

“So, are you excited for the dance?”

I knew it was going to be brought up. It really was all that anyone was talking about. I inwardly sighed and pushed myself away from the desk, giving Chelsea my undivided attention.

“I guess. But why are they coming to our school for a dance?”

“They have no girls, simple as that. It’s supposed to be a union between both our schools, like an act of peace. But we’re not at war. Not even our sports teams compete with one another.” She explained. I nodded, more questions bubbling up.

“So, what do we do at this dance?” Chelsea let out a slight laugh at that.

“What?”

“Well, there’s a DJ, dancing and food. I don’t know if there will be booze or not, normally the boys from the other school bring some. Hidden of course.”

I sat there a stared at Chelsea. She was hiding something from me, I knew it. There had to be more to this dance, or else why would she be so excited. Why would everyone be talking about it? We were in college after all, not middle school.

“You’ll really like this dance, Gab. Don’t worry.” Chelsea reassured me, shifting in her spot atop the desk. She was squirming quite a bit actually. I had noticed it slightly when she initially sat down. I took a quick look at her face. She bit her lip in a desperate way.

“Do you have to… go?” I asked.

This felt awkward for a minute. Of all the people at this school, she was the last one I had imagined doing this, even though everyone pretty much did. Chelsea nodded at me, and glanced down at my homework. I looked at her, then at my assignment. Before I could stop her, she snatched the papers away and promptly sat on them. I stared at her incredulously.

“Don’t you dare!” She only grinned. I went to pull the papers out from underneath her but she slapped my hands away.

“Chelsea!” I yelled.

A few people around me turned to stare, glaring at my sudden outburst. I shrugged meekly and turned back to my supposed friend.

“Chelsea… cut it out. This assignment is important!” I murmured under my breath, trying to express my seriousness. It was difficult when you couldn’t raise your voice at all. She merely sat there, staring at me. I could tell she was having a hard time letting it go.

“Don’t worry, you’ve got lots of time to recopy this. Plus I know you need to edit it all anyways.”

That was technically true, but recopying the entire thing after what was going to happen to it was going to be a task in itself.

Suddenly though, I heard a small hiss. She was pissing on my assignment, literally. A puddle formed on the paper, soaking it and began running of the desk, dripping onto the carpet below.

She giggled the entire time while I glared at her. This was the one time I wasn’t getting hot from someone peeing, only because it was all over my hard work.

She finished up and hopped off the desk.

“Well I’ve got to go. Have fun, I’ll talk to you later!” she chirped, a smugness about her. I glared daggers at her the whole time.

Great, more work for me.

***

I didn’t want to admit it, but after carefully and painstakingly recopying my entire assignment I did find Bycasino a few errors that would have cost me deductions. I had originally planned on editing it, but I certainly didn’t think I’d have to try to read a soggy, piss soaked piece of paper. I had to embarrassingly take it out of the library by hand, for if I put it in my bag it would surely fall apart.

As the weeks went by, Thanksgiving drew nearer and the excitement in the air was palatable. Girls were busy deciding which outfits they would wear, which hairdos would look best and whose shoes they could borrow. I vaguely remembered packing one or two dresses, not really thinking I’d have much use for them. Now that I recalled what I’d packed, they were definitely not suitable for this type of dance.

Begrudgingly, I knew what I had to do. Even though I was still slightly ticked at her for half-ruining my assignment, she was the only person I could really talk to about what to wear to this dance. After classes one Friday afternoon I ventured to her dorm room.

“See, redoing that assignment wasn’t so bad!”

I watched as Chelsea rifled through her closet, pulling out dresses while humming and hawing. I nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. Do you have anything that will fit me?” she turned around holding up a dark blue number. It looked like it would have come to her knees, and my ankles.

“That’s way too long!”

“Just try it on, with… these heels.” She handed me a pair of black strappy heels. I quickly changed into the number and checked myself out in the mirror. It actually wasn’t that bad, with the heels on the dress came to a perfect length mid-calf. However the colour wasn’t doing it for me, it was too dark. I looked like I was trying too hard.

Eying up the closet I spotted a white dress with a sort of country look to it. It had a lacey bottom, a sweetheart neckline with two thin straps. Chelsea saw me staring at it, and she grabbed it out of the closet for me. Handing it to me, I held it against myself in front of the mirror. It looked as if it would come down just to my knees, which was good. At least it wasn’t as short as the uniforms.

“Can I try this one?” I asked.

Chelsea nodded so I quickly changed into it. As I observed myself I knew this was the one. It wasn’t too formal or too casual. Chelsea agreed with me, gushing that it would be perfect. It was as if this upcoming event were a prom, with nearly every girl in the school putting in on their priority list to look good.

“Can you please tell me why this dance is so highly anticipated?” I pleaded with my friend, trying to get her to spill a single bean. She, however, would not budge. A few more failed attempts later, and she actually booted me out of her dorm room!

I stood in the hall half stunned, her dress in my hands.

Back in my room, I laid on my bed, going over all the possible scenarios in my head of what was in store for me. Perhaps Chelsea was taking it too seriously. Perhaps every girl in this school was vain. It just seemed strange that the excited atmosphere buzzed around you every day.

Whatever the case may be, my eyelids were getting heavy. As I slowly began to drift off to lala-land, I was brought straight back to reality by a sharp notification. But just as I propped myself up on my elbows, I had an extremely dirty thought run through my head. I relaxed my body and no sooner than five seconds later I felt something warm in my panties. I let it out in small bursts, trying to tease myself in a way. Soon enough though the feeling was too strong, and I began to fully pee in my panties.

They grew more wet each second, the material soaking the liquid up, and soon a puddle formed around my crotch. Using my index finger, I pulled my panties down, in front of the stream to fully piss on my bed. I was so amazingly caught up in this hazy feeling, all I could think about was being naughty. I grabbed my comforter, Bycasino giriş squished it against my crotch and began soaking it. I could feel the material growing warmer and wetter. I began to grind it against my pussy, I had to bite my tongue from moaning. As soon as my stream stopped I felt myself climax, I arched my back, the pee soaked blanket pressed against my crotch.

I slumped back down, exhausted. I hadn’t felt dirtier the entire time I was at this school! I just peed in my bed and came because of it!

These thoughts rang loudly in my head, bouncing around, uncontrollable. As soon as they started, though, they began to fade away as I slowly passed out, in my pee soaked bed.

***

I stood in front of the laundry machine, watching my sheets go through the wash cycle. It was a very boring thing, standing and watching your sheets, however I couldn’t risk someone else seeing my sheets. As much as I had enjoyed what I did the other night, it was still embarrassing to think about.

I stood there for about five more minutes before I heard someone walk in. They set their basket down a few feet away from mine. Glancing to the side I saw a guy, perhaps a few years older than me, throwing his clothes in the wash. As he turned to face me I felt a jolt go through me.

I recognized him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I attempted to hide my surprise, and quickly looked back at my foamy sheets, but I knew he saw it. I was too obvious, and know I felt his eyes on me. I could tell he knew who I was, and I was mortified. I hadn’t had an encounter like this at the school yet, and I couldn’t admit that I didn’t enjoy what he did to me, what all those people did!

His footsteps began towards me, and I felt my body tense automatically. I half dreaded, half wanted him to approach me. Pretending to not really notice, I stared down at my nails, lightly picking out the imaginary dirt I saw. I felt his hand slightly bump my shoulder, so I sharply turned my head, in another mock surprise.

“Oh-” I began, but soon saw what was in his hand.

My pillow case, lightly stained from that infamous night. I felt the color drain from my face. In my rush to wash my sheets, which included my pillow cases, I must have failed to notice I dropped the thing! I had tried and tried to get that stain out, but it was permanently there, faded a bit.

“I believe you dropped this?” he gestured to the sheet with his head, a small smirk splayed across his lips. I took the sheet from him, and mumbled a thank you. I could not look him in the eye; I was so embarrassed I could have died.

Thankfully, I heard him walk away, leaving his clothing to wash. I felt a small pressure come off my shoulders, and I crumpled the pillow case in a ball and tossed it into the garbage can.

That day during classes, I had one professor who was quite angry for some reason. He must have been having a bad day, because no interpretation of the novel we were reading was good enough. Every response received a sarcastic, yet collected, reply from him. It grew so tiresome to him in the end, that he appeared numb to it all. As the class drew to a close, one girl in particular decided to raise her arm.

“sir,” she said meekly, aware that everything within hearing range was being shot down “if the book is not open for interpretation by us, why are we reading it?” and with that every eye was on her.

This was the suicide question of all suicide questions, if they even existed.

Calmly, yet with great tension, the prof walked to her desk. The class was completely silent as he came to a stop at her desk. She looked up at him, trembling just ever so slightly, and I could tell as I sat directly behind the girl.

His hands went for the button of his pants, and he began to unzip the zipper. The students eyes widened and her face turned away automatically.

“Everyone please turn to page Bycasino güncel giriş 168 and re read chapter 7 in its entirety.” He looked down at the student, “go ahead, open your book.”

She did as she was told, opening the book to the correct page. She followed the words with her finger, and I watched in horror as I say the profs fingers head for his pants.

Soon he was peeing on her book. The pages soaking up the liquid, her hand getting sprayed as well as her face. She kept on reading however, accepting the strange punishment. He let his head fall back as he continued to pee.

Redirecting the stream, he sprayed it on her blouse, her tits beginning to show through. I couldn’t help but get slightly turned on by the sight of it all. The prof wasn’t that much older than everyone else here, and his looks were ok.

I felt myself beginning to get a little wet, and was glad that the spectacle soon ended. Just as his fly was zipped, the buzzer sounded and we all left class. The girl sat at her desk, remaining behind. I stared at her as I left the class. Why was she staying there? The door shut as everyone emerged, and I noticed she was not among the other students. I suddenly grew jealous of what could possibly be going on behind those doors.

My last few classes weren’t nearly as interesting as that one, and for the rest of the day my boredom plagued me. My last class was a particularly boring one. I was drifting off, comfortably on my desk when I felt a small peck at my forehead. Opening my eyes I saw a piece of paper, crumpled up.

I cautiously took the paper in my hands, looking around to find the perpetrator. My eyes settled on the exact eyes that saw me doing my laundry. I had no idea he was in my class.

My heart began to thump as I opened the paper. I read it, my brain not comprehending the words, so I read it again to be sure.

Piss in your panties, right now.

Or I tell everyone.

The words were scratched onto the paper in what looked like a hurry. I looked back up at him, and he slowly nodded his head at me. I knew he was serious, he had already seen so much of me. If I didn’t follow through with this, I knew I’d suffer extreme embarrassment, even though I had a good feeling I wasn’t the only one who did what I did.

I decided for the professor to get into a long winded explanation of the subject at hand before I began to wet my panties, right there in my seat. I felt the warm puddle against my crotch again as I went on and on. It really did not feel like I was going to be able to stop. I looked at the guy again, and he had already turned back to face the front of the class. However I did see the guy behind him jerk his head suddenly. I looked at him, and his head was now facing forward, but something caught my eye.

He was hard. I could see a very noticeable and obvious erection poking in his pants. Was he watching my pee myself? The thought of my turning him on gave me a sudden rush. Even though what I was doing was shameful, there were others who enjoyed watching me do it. I felt an extra ounce of confidence run through me, and I sat up just a bit taller in my seat, feeling the pee slush around on my chair, soaking my skirt just a bit more.

Very casually, I glanced around the room to see if anyone else was in the same predicament. In my scan of the room, I counted three more boners. I couldn’t believe it! Had they all seen me, was there someone else doing the same thing? I kind of hoped not.

After that class was over and as I made my way back to my dorm, I felt the urge to do it again. I wanted someone to see me pee myself, to enjoy it and get hard. I knew I had to be coy about it, to hide it a little, but where was I to go? As I wandered the halls aimlessly, I happened to pass by the gym.

The students inside were all hard at work stretching. But upon closer inspection, I noticed that it wasn’t stretching, it was yoga.

Suddenly getting an idea, I looked around the gym doors for a corkboard. On it could possibly be a yoga sig up sheet. I found one, and on it read a few names that were obviously guys. Gleefully I jotted my name down in a particular time slot later that night.

***

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It was a steamy, hot day in July. Not at all unexpected for this time of year, but still oppressively hot and humid, like a soaking wet, hot towel wrapped around your body. There was nothing to do but to hope for a breeze and keep drinking ice water to cool down. If you were lucky and there was still ice in your cup when you finished the water, you put that leftover ice on your neck and chest to try to cool yourself.

I’d felt restless at home that day, not wanting to leave the air-conditioned comfort of home, but needed to get out and away, wanting to do something “different”. I looked through the paper to see what was happening on such a hot, sticky day and found an art fair at the park. I hadn’t attended an art fair in years! My husband’s not into art so it was easy to get this time alone.

At the park, I walked along the trails surrounded by booths full of artwork. Hand blown glass, carvings from wood or stone, paintings with oil, watercolors and acrylics, even string art, which I’d done in my senior year to pass Geometry! Guess I should have saved that piece – might have been worth quite a sum!

As I walked slowly in the heat, I could smell all the different colognes everyone was wearing. Men in Polo, women in L’air du Temps. At times it was a very heady, erotic combination. But if you got too close to fragrances that clashed, it was a very painful experience! Didn’t people realize you really shouldn’t wear colognes on such a hot day? Not only does the heat continue to release the fragrance, it draws bees and mosquitoes! And the hairspray! And the make-up running from once beautiful, air-conditioned faces. Ladies! Use waterproof mascara please!

I was dressed in jeans and a pale yellow v-neck t-shirt and sneakers. I’d lost quite a bit of weight in the past year, so I was happy to show off the “new” me, still a curvy kind of girl, but not quite so round and curvy. My clothes weren’t overly revealing, just form fitting. I had on virtually no make up – just enough to put some color on my eyes, lashes and lips; my hair was pulled back in a pony tail as it’d grown out from the short-short cut I’d worn for many years. I really had no idea what my natural hair color was, but between me and my stylist, it was deep red with bold blond highlights. I usually wore it loose and fly away, but with this heat, I had to keep it off my neck. I was carrying a cup of ice water with me, not wanting to drink too fast, but really wanting to get to that ice so that I could use it to cool my hot skin. This was going to be one of those “two shower days” – I felt the sweat dripping down my neck onto my chest then between my breasts, my clothing not able to soak it all up.

Then I saw the painting. It was to the left at a booth with other paintings and this one intrigued me. The blues, the browns. Most people wouldn’t put blue and brown together but this was wonderful; the shading, the texture. I had to get a closer look so I went over to the booth, then I saw him and stopped in my tracks.

He was tall, probably 6’, lean but well built, dark hair and eyes and was talking with some of the others looking at the paintings. I assumed he was the artist and listened to what he was telling the other on-lookers about his work. Acrylic on a sand base applied to a wood panel. He likes to work in abstracts, although it didn’t look abstract to me, and paints in layers. I didn’t hear much more than that because I was too busy watching him move, watching how he held himself tall while talking to these people, watching his mouth move, watching the sweat bead on his face. I had this sudden urge to reach out, wipe the sweat off his brow then follow the trail of sweat from his neck, down his chest to who knows where. He looked over at me, smiled then turned back to finish the conversation with the potential buyers. I wondered how long I’d been staring at him, but that didn’t stop me from continuing – I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

He sold a painting to the people he was talking with and I was glad it wasn’t the one I’d been looking at. When they finished, he turned to me and asked if there was anything he could do for me. He had no idea what a loaded question that was! Oh, the things he could do for me – my mind Bycasino reeled. In a matter of no more than two seconds, I ran through several scenarios of what he could do for me. The thoughts ranged from softly touching my face and kissing me deeply, to throwing me down on the ground and fucking me senseless.

I must have been further into my thoughts than I realized because he reached out and touched my arm, asking again if he could do anything for me. I rejoined reality and told him I liked the blue and brown painting. I liked the colors that were used, the texture it had and the simplicity of it all. I especially liked the two “U” shapes in the center; they reminded me of two lovers engulfed in one another. We chatted about the painting and how it was done, but the entire time I was only half listening, I was still too enthralled by him and his movements, the sultry look he may not have even realized he had.

I finally finished the water in my cup, absent mindedly reached in and grabbed a piece of ice, rubbed it on my neck, the water dripped down onto my chest, cooling me ever so slightly. I noticed the look on his face and explained that I was really hot. With a sly smile and laugh, he agreed. I had to laugh too as I realized what I’d said and how it’d been taken.

He introduced himself as Darin, the artist. I returned the introduction as Sherri, the hot one. We both laughed and talked about the heat for just a minute. A couple came to the booth and began asking questions about one of the other paintings. Darin asked if I could wait for just a minute while he talked with these folks and I told him I’d be back in a few – had to get more ice and water to cool off, especially while talking to him. He chuckled again as I walked away.

I found more water and ice, at a premium price, of course. There were some shady places under a tree not too far from his booth and I sat to watch him work. I saw him glance my way, waved and he returned the wave as another group of people came to talk with him. I have no idea how long I watched him as I sat, but I needed more water and ice very soon. Was it because of the heat of the day or the heat of what I was feeling while I thought about this guy?

I watched as he put up a sign “back in 30 minutes”. He walked over to me and I enjoyed watching him walk. A lot of tall men tend to walk with big strides as if they’re in a huge hurry to be somewhere. Not Darin, he walked slowly, gracefully, almost a saunter and he moved so well. This was the first time I’d seen him from “head to toe” and he was, indeed, captivating.

He leaned down next to me and asked if I was hungry (it was noontime, after all). I looked up to him, held his gaze (God, his eyes were beautiful) said I was, but not for food. His face showed some surprise, but not as much as I’d thought there would be. Was he interested in me as I was in him? He asked what it was I was hungry for and I decided to go ahead and risk it – you, I told him. He told me what time the art fair closed down then asked if I’d come to his booth about five minutes before closing, and we’d see what we were hungry for then.

I passed the remainder of the afternoon looking at the other artwork and purchased some hand blown glass. I’ve always loved the intricacy of blown glass and really enjoy watching how it’s done.

The time for going back to his booth arrived and I trekked over and spotted him talking with a few people just before the fair was to close. I also noticed the blue and brown painting was no longer on display. I was heartbroken that it’d been sold, I had hoped to purchase it myself.

He spotted me as I walked towards the booth and waved. I returned the wave and found myself, again, lost in thoughts of what I’d like to do to him, to see if I could make him sweat even more than the heat. The last customers left the booth as I approached. I stood at the front of the booth and was taken by surprise when he leaned over the table and kissed me on the cheek. Although he was probably more surprised when I grabbed his shirt, pulled him back to me and kissed him on the mouth.

He told me of a restaurant within walking distance which sounded good to me, and in an air-conditioned place, I’d Bycasino giriş certainly cool off some. Not much, because I’d be with him, but some. I know we talked over dinner, which was pretty good as promised, but I don’t remember much of what we talked about. I was too involved in my own thoughts of him – what it would be like to kiss him again, to touch his bare skin, to lie next to him and feel the heat radiating from him, to drag my hair across his chest, to lick the inside of his thighs…..The waiter came by and asked if we were ready for dessert and I laughed as I told the waiter that no, we were going to be each others’ dessert. We paid the tab and left.

We walked back to the park to my car and I drove him to his car. Before he got out, I leaned over and kissed him, full on the lips. His lips were so incredibly soft, his tongue gentle as it touched my lip, wanting to explore my mouth. I responded, accepted him in, gently probing his mouth as we continued our kiss. I felt the heat he stirred in me flush my chest, my face. I reached out to touch his cheek, and felt he was as hot as me. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him closer to me, kissed him more urgently, felt the tingle of excitement in my pussy, the wetness spilling over onto my lace panties.

He went to his car and I followed him home. We were greeted by his black labs and had a great time playing with the dogs for a few moments. He told me to see what I could find for the CD player, then relax while he walked the dogs.

I knew what I wanted to listen to but he had none of it. I went to my purse and pulled out the CD I’d burned at home to listen to in the car. This was my “sensual” CD – incredibly heady music from Dave Koz, Brian Culbertson, Peter White, David Lanz and others. This was music, to me, that sounded like sex should feel. Hard to explain, easy to understand once it’s heard.

Kicked back on the sofa, eyes closed, I listened to the music, wrapped up in the sound and feel of it. I heard the door open and the dogs come into the house. He told me he’d be right back, he wanted to put the dogs in their room for the night. Not a problem, I thought, I’ll be here.

I felt him sit next to me, his hand touching my thigh, but not moving. I opened my eyes to look at him, suddenly seeing him shy and unsure of what to do next. I hesitated only a moment, then stood up, turned and straddled him as he sat on the couch, sitting in his lap.

I leaned in and gently kissed him. Softly on the lips, then on his cheek, his forehead, under his ear, down his neck and to the hollow in his throat. He was salty from the day in the heat and his taste was intoxicating to me. I kissed the other side of his neck, up to his ear, gently sucked on his earlobe for only a moment, then kissed his cheek and his lips. Those lips! Soft, moist, hot, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to them.

I kissed him once again, my tongue touching his lip lightly, my teeth nipping at his lower lip. I felt his body respond to me, his cock growing hard under me. I kissed him deeply as I unbuttoned the shirt he had on, feeling the hot skin under the light cotton of his shirt. I leaned down to kiss his chest each time I revealed more of it as I unbuttoned the shirt. I moved off of him and kneeled on the floor, pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the last two buttons. I moved his shirt away from his chest, my hands softly rubbed him. His breathing deepened, his legs closed around me, enveloping me in their warmth. Slowly, I pulled at his belt, unbuckling it, moving it away from the opening of his pants. I pulled at the button, flicked it open easily then pulled the zipper down. I saw the silky material of his underwear straining from his hard cock. I pulled at his pants, he raised up to allow me to remove them, to put them at his ankles.

As he sat on the sofa in his underwear and shirt, I looked at him and saw him looking at me, a hot, sultry look, begging me not to stop whatever it was I might do to him next. I lightly touched the smooth material that imprisoned his cock and felt him respond further, his breathing heavier, his cock harder. I tugged at the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to join his pants at his Bycasino güncel giriş ankles.

I trailed my fingernails gently up the inside of his legs from his ankles to just short of the top of the inside of his thigh – I liked to tease. His cock was very hard, standing up tall and proud, his hands to his side, his eyes fixed on me as I reached to take his cock into my hand, dipping down to lick his balls and the underside of his cock. Again, his taste salty from the heat of the day but oh so erotic and exciting. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, my right hand massaging the shaft, my left lightly tickling his balls. I alternated between having just the head of his cock in my mouth and taking in as much as I could, sucking lightly as I brought him out of my mouth and into my wet hand to continue the sensation. I listened closely to the signals he was giving by his breathing, by his muscle contractions, and knew that he was coming closer and closer to his orgasm. When I felt it was oh so close, I’d shift what I was doing to back him down a bit in intensity. From the noises I heard, I knew I was frustrating him but it didn’t matter. At least not to me.

After getting him close several times, I let go of him, his cock still hard, his eyes still locked on me. I stood, kicked off my shoes, pulled my t-shirt over my head, reached into my pocket, palming something in there, stripped off my jeans and stood before him in my bra and panties (matching set of course). I resumed my straddle position as before but with his cock in front of me instead of under me. I leaned in and kissed him on the chest, lightly biting his nipples, his breathing heavier, kissed his neck, licking the salty sweat from him. He reached behind me searching for the clasp to my lacey bra, only to find there wasn’t one. I giggled softly and leaned back up, showing the hook in the front! I placed his hands on my breasts, the nipples hard from all the excitement. He pinched them through the lace, making them harder and causing me to moan. He unclipped the bra, the cups falling to the side, my breasts heavy and hot now on his bare chest as I leaned into him so that he could remove the bra.

He pushed me back after he tossed my bra onto the floor, grasped my breasts with his hands, his fingers pinched and twisted my nipples firmly. He somehow knew not to do it too hard, just hard enough to get to that pain/pleasure line, but not crossing it. He took my breast into his mouth, gently biting the nipple, while he continued to squeeze the other with his fingers. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, the ache of needing him inside of me now overwhelmed me.

I leaned back, losing contact with his mouth. I looked down and saw his cock still so very hard and waiting. I stood quickly to remove my lace panties, then kneeled to again take his cock into my mouth, bringing him in and out, moving faster and faster. As his muscles contracted, I moved up, ripped open the condom package I’d palmed earlier, placed it on his cock then straddled him once again. This time though, with him inside of me, not under or in front of me.

It felt as though it was a long time before I was completely seated on him, the tightness of the fit so exciting to me. Once I was fully impaled, I began to rock back and forth as he rocked with me. I had my arms around his neck, pulled him to me to kiss him deeply, passionately as we continued to rock. I could feel his arms tightening around me, he legs beginning to tighten as well and knew he was close – this time, I didn’t want to tease him. I leaned back, held onto his neck with one hand while I placed the other between us to rub my swollen clit as he pounded into me, using my hips to guide me where he needed. Within moments he was coming, slamming into me as hard as he could which gave me all the extra stimulation I needed to fly over the orgasm cliff myself. My legs clamped on him as I came, hugging him tightly until it was over.

We didn’t move for several minutes but did find we were still breathing, so that was a Good Thing! After a few more minutes, I moved off of him, collapsing onto the couch and asked what was for dessert. We both laughed and kissed again. As we kissed, I felt him getting hard again. I had to laugh to myself as we started up again, that all I’d really wanted to do today was find some art to take home. But I think I liked the artistry of the artist even more – and could hardly wait to find out what he might have in store for me!

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***** HAREM-SCAREM *****
(such a lucky lad)

He awoke in a hospital bed. What was he doing here? He remembered nothing. He did not really try to remember anything. His name? His past? Not important. All that mattered were aches and pain all over, especially his head. And the hospital bed, and all the tubes and wires attached to him — they mattered, too.

Things looked and felt fuzzy and funny. Nothing was quite right. Wait, how could he know what was right? Whatever was around him and in him was not right.

People in green medical scrubs coming into the bland room with all the telemetry and stuff around him — they looked fuzzy. People shone lights into his eyes, did stuff to his skin and fingers, and said stuff, but he could not really tell what was said. Then he went back to sleep.

He awoke again with pain and some memories and more beeping. He remembered who he was and where his life was. Jon Swenson, that is who he was. Wolverton, Kansas, that is where he lived, but he lived for his team, the Wolverton Wolverines, where he was star fullback on the tiny country school’s tiny squad.

Why was he in a hospital bed and not at home, or in school, or on the field? Oh, the field… something about the field. Scrimmage on the field that winter afternoon. And then… and then he was here.

The nurse who came into the room — he knew she was a nurse because her tag said R.N. and he remembered that R.N. meant nurse and M.D. meant doctor — she said things to him and he almost remembered what she said but he mostly noticed her boobs under the ugly green scrubs. She looked like she had nice boobs. Nice butt, too, when she turned and moved. He admired her. Then he went back to sleep.

Things were clearer when he woke again. Another R.N. checked him, and an M.D. with bigger boobs and butt came into his room. They talked to him, asked him questions, and he told them stuff. But he mostly noticed that even though their hair was all inside tight caps, he could tell blondes and redheads from brunettes by their eyebrows.

He slept and woke and was fed and taken to the bathroom and he was weak, oh so weak. How could a star fullback be so weak? Why did he need a wheelchair? And when he was rolled past a window, why did it look like late spring outside?

He was told, and he remembered. He thought about it all the time he was in the physical therapy unit now. It was that winter scrimmage. His head was whacked real hard, enough for a concussion, enough to put him in a coma for four months. They had done stuff to him to keep his muscles from melting away but he still needed careful therapy.

That is what filled his mind: “I was in a coma for four months.” All of 1990 from January to April was gone. He would be in therapy all of May. And he would not graduate in June.

Not just the school and the athletics — he had also missed the spring planting on the family farm. How had Dad managed without his work?

His mind felt different and his vision had changed. He saw everything with crystal edges. He forgot lots of his football plays and remembered lots of other stuff. His thoughts took him places he had never been. Was his brain messed up? He tried to get grounded again.

He irreverently thought about the Kawasaki he bought when he was sixteen with his work savings — and a loan from Dad. He rode that big red bike the twenty flat miles from farm to school and back every day except when snow was so bad he had to take the fucking bus filled with fucking losers. He wanted to ride again.

No riding anytime soon, doctors said — too much vibration. No graduation, either, the vice principal said. Jon needed a summer school session to make up for his missed semester. THEN he could graduate and escape remote fucking nowheresville Wolverton, Kansas.

Dad and Uncle Frank had a solution. Jon was home at the farm from the Wichita hospital, still doing therapy exercises, able to walk on his own now. His coordination was returning and his muscles were nicely filling in.

“Hey kid,” Uncle Frank said, passing him a cold soda can. “Your dad is okay with my idea. I got a field assignment back east for the summer. You can stay at my place in town while I’m gone. It’s just a short walk to school and the co-op market is near. Tend my stuff and it’s yours. Just keep everything watered and trimmed, don’t make messes, no wild parties. I don’t want to hear from the sheriff, okay?” Frank’s rough hand waved his frosty beer.

Frank’s so-called ‘minifarm’ was near Wolverton Country School at the edge of town. An acre of truck garden and heavy sunflowers surrounded the faded 2-story prairie house and small barn that had so far been missed by tornados. The plot was high-fenced for privacy. The black windmill-fed cistern and Bycasino galvanized eight-foot watering tank stayed full. Frank kept no livestock so the tank was mostly for cooling off on hot days.

Jon was tempted. Keeping-up Uncle Frank’s place would be easier than farmwork at home. He knew he could cook and clean for himself and yes, school was real close. He just hated being on foot — no car or pickup was available — and being stuck in more school.

There would be few summer students — all seniors in his classroom, all girls who had missed too much of the last semester for various reasons. Jon only sweated slightly on the first day of class and the introductions. His pheromones spun a subtle aura.

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A half-dozen student desks formed a shallow arc around the teacher’s desk in the sturdy tornado-resistant brick schoolhouse’s classroom. Bookshelves, hanging maps and posters, and a blackboard gave it that iconic feel.

“What a nice small class!” The MILFy blonde mid-thirty-something teacher in a modest blue dress smiled warmly. “I hope you like the seating arrangement. I know we will have a wonderful summer session, only the few of us. I’m Teresa Emmons and I don’t know all of you so why don’t you introduce yourselves. Tara?”

“Sure, Mom.” A tall blonde girl wearing pink shorts and a light flowered blouse stood. “Like she said, I’m Tara, that’s Tara Emmons, and I hope I don’t suffer too much with my mom grading me.” Her grin was sarcastic. Her boobs and legs, like her mom’s, looked good to Jon.

Jon did not recall ever seeing either of them, nor the red-headed girls, either. They must have arrived in Wolverton after he was head-whacked.

“I’m Deidre Gallagher, call me DiDi, and my sister here is Kaitlyn, call her Katy,” said the taller redhead. Jon saw two Celtic babes standing. He loved what their thin tropical sundresses showed.

The slightly shorter girl piped up. “Before you ask, we’d be Irish twins even if we weren’t Irish. Mom had us ten months apart and we manage to be in the same school year. My big sister thinks she’s the smart one. We’ll just see about that.”

Jon knew the others a little; they were never in the same social circles. They were almost outcasts but he had never bothered them. He knew the Potawatomi (Prairie Band) Indian girl Letitia. He knew nappy-headed black Shakira, and Sandahl with cropped chestnut hair — best friends, maybe queer, or so classmates said.

“How you doing?” the curvy Indian girl in a short lemon dress asked. “I’m Letitia Mankiller, call me Tita, and it was great-grandma who did the scalping, so don’t worry Jonny boy, you can keep that mop.” Jon brushed light hair back from his eyes and watched her jiggle.

The sharp-featured black girl said, “You can NOT have missed me, Shakira Lincoln, because I am the Token Negro is this school.” She wore short brightly hand-embroidered light denim shirt and skirt, as did her best friend. They reputedly made each others’ clothes — which they both filled well.

“And I am the Token Freak here, Sandahl Osvold,” said the girl with tribal tattoo patterns adorning arms and neck. “I see what must be the Token Jock for our summer. Hi, Jonny.”

Jon mused for a moment. None of the girls, nor the teacher, were super cheerleader quality, not even for so small a hamlet as Wolverton, Kansas. But they did not look bad, especially on a hot day in scanty clothes. He brushed his neat jeans and Farm Aid t-shirt and stood.

“I’m Jon Swenson and I’m whacked in the head so you don’t have to expect too much from me. Hi, everyone.” He ostentatiously flexed his arms. “When is recess?” he asked with blue puppy-dog eyes.

“What, a motion to recess already?” Tara teased. Her eyes were bluer than Jon’s. “Can he do that, Mom?”

“Sure he can, honey. It won’t do any good. He, and you all, are stuck here for the duration if you want to graduate. This first hour is statistics. Math never goes on recess.”

Morning and afternoon academic hours broken by lunch hour, whew. A busy day and not too intense. Teresa Emmons kept a brisk but bearable pace.

Jon was surprised — no, astonished. He had not been a great student before he was head-whacked but this stuff all made sense now. Bits of formerly arcane information fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces. He saw the patterns. What a rush! Better than chuffing nitrous.

=====

The first day of summer class ended. Jon was quite ready to retreat to Uncle Frank’s place that muggy afternoon. Tita surprised him. Her long hand touched his wide shoulder.

“Uhh, hey Jon, you did real good with that stuff today and I’m weak on a few things. Can I study with you awhile?” She unconsciously tugged at her lemony dress.

The walk was short. Jon sat Tita and himself at Uncle Frank’s kitchen table with iced mugs of lemonade. They hit the books and quizzed each other for a couple of hours. But the house was old, with no air conditioning, only lazy fans to circulate a Kansas summer’s thick air. Temperature and humidity were both at 99.

“I am like totally soggy,” Tita Bycasino giriş said. “Is there any way to cool off around here?” Her sleek black hair hung long and sweaty.

“Well, since you ask,” Jon said, “there’s the watering tank out back, and the shower next to it, if that’s okay with you.”

Tita looked out the back door.

“Hey, that’s a nice tall fence, isn’t it? Nobody can see in, can they?”

“Nope, it’s really private. So if you don’t have a swim suit…”

“Don’t act stupid. Come on, I need to cool off.”

“I’d rinse first.”

She was thoroughly naked by the time she reached the shower pipes that hung beside the watering tank. He was there fast. Both rinsed on the thick grass, climbed in, dunked in the warm water, sighed, and giggled.

“This is really nice. You do this often?”

Tita raised herself boobs-free above the water, dunked again, and rose with her nipples just out of sight. Her long hair’s tips stayed submerged.

“I only moved in over the weekend. I’m here for summer school, is all. I couldn’t make a commute from the farm. Sure, I soaked here before. Not lately.” He pointed at his head.

“You’ve changed,” she said, moving closer to him. “You used to be, well, not bad, but not really good either — just sort of there, doing jock stuff but not real rough, not a dickhead.”

“And you were just over there, not even watching much, like you were…”

“I’ve always played safe. I had to. I look at my people and see where too many have gone. So I study and try to be better. But I have a question.” She moved closer and touched his arm. “You’re a jock. You’ve fucked girls, right?”

He took a chance and ran a finger along her shoulderblade. “Well, some cheerleaders will do anything, but they mostly go for Jason the quarterback. But yeah, I’m no virgin.” He took another chance. “Are you?”

She put his hand on her warm boob. “I’d have flunked off cheer squad. I’ve sucked dick but no more. And… no, you don’t need to know. But did you ever make a girl cum?”

“Girls cum?” Jon asked innocently.

She slapped him, but not too hard. She held his hand tighter on her boob and pinched his pink cheek.

“Girls had better cum or they won’t be back unless you’re the quarterback.”

He thought for a moment and then moved to put his other hand on her other boob.

“What makes girls cum?” Jon asked.

“Good of you to ask, paleface. Want to find out?” Tita leaned and kissed his mouth. “I can teach you.”

He sang a bit of an old song. “I am just a student, ma’am, and I only want to learn.”

She gently swarmed into his lap. “There’s more to it than just dick. Can you eat pussy?”

He kissed her and admitted, “Well, I’ve 69’d a couple times, but mostly to get wet.”

She kissed him back and said, “You’ve got to lubricate the soul, not the hole.”

He kissed her again. “The sole? What do feet have to do with it?”

She rubbed his cheek. “Feet are really sensuous but you know that’s not what I mean. Except… well, you get extra points if you do my feet and toes right. We’ll get to that.”

“So what can you show me besides your terrific tits?”

“I can show you everything, paleface. Where is a bed?”

They climbed from the tank, showered again, and rubbed each other dry with almost-soft towels from the clothesline. He took a chance and kissed one of her nipples, then the other when she cooed after the first slurp. She held his shoulders and licked his nipples in return.

She liked kissing and being kissed. He did not mind, either.

Jon paid close attention as Tita taught explicit lessons. Kiss her face, chin, neck. Slurp boobs just so long and hard. Stroke here and here with about this much pressure. Bite here. Lick here. Now get down on your belly, put your head and tongue here, and…

“No, don’t spit in me. You are not poking anything inside me anytime soon. I’ll get wet on my own if you do me right. Yeah, like that, just like that, oh yeah…”

She ran fingers into his light hair and pulled his head up. “Run your hand down my legs, yeah like that, and rub my feet while you lick me. Yeah, oh fuck yeah, don’t stop…”

He tickled her toes. She gasped and pulled his head closer into her. She pulled his head up again after she squealed a few times.

“That’s enough with your mouth. You have a good mouth. Now I want your dick.”

He slid up between her open thighs, wet with his kisses, and aimed his cock into her. Her hand closed over his to improve his aim.

“Not so fast. Not yet. We’ll go faster soon. Oh yeah, that’s the angle, and…”

And he entered her; they sighed. She stopped uttering words. Gasps and groans, that was all. And his grunt and spew. Their first fucking did not last long. But that was only the start.

“That was pretty good, paleface. But I haven’t scalped you yet. Let’s 69.”

“But I just came in you?”

“Taste it or lose it. Your choice.”

He chose to taste it. Not immediately. First they lay diagonal across Uncle Frank’s fairly neat king bed and Bycasino güncel giriş only sucked face. Then she moved on him to put her boobs in his face and his nipples at her mouth. Then they licked navels — giggling stopped that soon. And then she moved further, shoved her wet pussy in his face, and sucked his slippery dick.

Neither found their mixed flavors too disgusting. Rather nice in a smoky way, really.

She dropped his cock from her mouth. “More tongue, like you know I like, yeah, oh yeah.” She resumed cocksucking. He got quite hard. She rolled off him and crouched.

“Now I want it harder, paleface. Do me like an animal. You’ve seen animals fuck; you’re a goddam farm boy. You’re a prize stud bull. I’m a ready heifer. Do me, bull!”

Yes, he knew how cattle fucked. He remembered the old joke about the young guy and a neighbor gal watching a bull mount a cow. The boy excitedly said, “Wow, I wish I was doing that!” and the girl replied, “Go ahead, she’s your cow,”

“Mmmmhhh!” he roared like a horny bovine, and bull-pierced her. First he held her tight smooth Indian butt in place for his thighs to regularly impact. Then he took her swinging boobs as handholds. And then he only held her and pounded. He felt her hand reach to their joining to press herself. He did not let the distraction slow him.

“Uuuhhh!” he grunted, and shot a stressed stream of semen into her gaping vaginal maw.

“Ooohhh,” she moaned, and felt waves of hot pleasure wash through her whole body.

“Aaahhh,” they sighed together when their joints gave out and he collapsed on her.

“Nice study session,” she said awhile later.

“Let me know whenever you need help with Pynchon.”

“I’ll call if I need help with Hemingway, paleface. He makes no sense.”

“You’ve just got to remember, he had a ball shot off in one of those wars, BANG!”

“Lots of those guys probably only had one ball. Drives them crazy.”

“How crazy am I with both balls and a whacked head, then?”

“Quiet, paleface. These balls are mine.” She squeezed.

“Okay, they’re all yours. Want to do it again?”

“Oh god, you’re one of those guys who just goes over and over, aren’t you? Do you jerk off ten times each night, just to keep the pressure off?”

“Five times. We’re barely past two here. Want to 69 again?”

“Oh god yes, but I’ve got to get home. Is that clock right? Mom will kill me, I’ll be so late. We’ll have to study again soon.” She kissed him with her full naked body.

He did jerk off three times that evening. Just to keep the pressure off.

=====

Class sessions filled Tuesday. Jon talked to Tita but she said she had household chores after school. Jon started to leave alone but DiDi Gallagher stopped him at the door after all others but her sister Katy had left.

“You chopped the logic in that review real good, Jon. You see stuff we don’t. Can we study at home with you this afternoon? Just for a couple hours, okay?”

DiDi took one of his arms. Katy took the other and said, “We hear you’re a good study.”

Jon was not about to argue. He led the red sisters wearing mixed lime and beige blouses and shorts to Uncle Frank’s kitchen table. Yes, they actually studied, and discussed, and clarified critical issues, yada yada. And they sweated, even with the fans blowing — not quite hard enough to send their papers flying.

“This has to be the hottest day of the year,” Katy said.

DiDi asked, “Isn’t there anyplace cool around here?”

“Well, there’s the watering tank out back. But you don’t have swim suits.”

DiDi took one of his arms. Katy took the other and said, “We heard it’s a nice soak.”

“Let’s shower out there first,” Jon suggested.

They more-or-less neatly piled their clothes by the back door. He saw the sisters were speckled with galaxies of freckles on their young bodies when they showered and dripped before dunking in the tank, and when they showered and dripped afterward, and when they nakedly peered around the bedroom.

Jon remembered what Tita taught him yesterday. Katy was the shorter but curvier sister and she reacted very well to his kisses and rubs and cunnilingus. Her heels pressed into his back while her taller, slimmer big sister swallowed her cries, mouth to mouth. Their kisses were so exciting to his eyes! Katy cried again when he was on top of her, missionary-style, and he came into her. Her heels only unloosed him when her sister pulled them apart.

DiDi also liked his neck-biting, nipple-sucking, navel-licking, thigh-kissing, foot-rubbing, and cunt-slurping. Her first cries drove him to roll her over into animal position and animal-fuck her. Her smart little sister kissed her face while he drove in and out. Nice!

Jon lay on his back with a naked sister on either side. His hands wandered over their boobs, bellies, and thighs. They rubbed his body and kissed his face. Fans slowly dried their sweat. It had been a good afternoon.

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Wednesday classes went smoothly. Jon found himself sparking levely discussions. Maybe that head-whack stuff was not so bad! Or maybe he would suffer over time. He shrugged — that will be THEN, this is NOW, and NOW is what he had to deal with. He was scheduled for weekly neurological checkups. I’ll stay tuned for prognoses, he thought.

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Elle was standing in the middle of a large ornate room. The walls were covered in rococo motifs and old floral wallpaper, and the marble floor was littered with plush red carpets. Her bare feet were dipping into one of them, soft, warm and comfortable. The morning sunlight hazily entered the room through the huge windows that lined the wall to her left, and bathed her skin in a soft warmth. Particles of dust floated in the beams of fresh light.

However, her attention wasn’t placed on the room’s exuberant decoration, but rather on the bed that was placed only a few meters in front of her, like an island standing alone in the vast room. In the middle of it there was pale, red-haired girl, sleeping peacefully over its red satin bed linen, her lengthy waving hair spread across the pillows. She was naked, her rosy breasts uncovered in front of Elle. She was smiling softly, dreaming, laying on her side.

She must have been 20 to 25 years old, Elle thought, as she slowly approached the girl, her feet stepping onto the cold marble floor. Her right hand unconsciously hovered over the bed sheet, as she moved closer to the side of the bed the girl’s head was tilted towards. She looked like the most peaceful creature on Earth. Elle looked at her face and thought that she was very beautiful. Her smile was playful, as if she was dreaming of some mischievous prank she had taken part in, a long time ago.

Elle’s gaze moved on to her neck and her breasts. They were soft and attractive, the velvety skin almost porcelain-like. Her nipples were firm, perhaps because she was sleeping on top of the bed sheets, or perhaps because of the nature of her dreams. She observed the girl’s chest and abdomen rising with the rhythm of her breathing, and followed her skin down to her pubic mound. The girl’s ginger pubic hair was wavy and unruly as the one flowing from her head, but at the same time neat and not uncared for.

As Elle was observing Bycasino her fair skin in the morning sunlight, she heard a trickling sound. At first she didn’t know what it was, but then she saw, with great surprise, a fluid slowly running down her thighs, from under her ginger hair. The red-haired girl was wetting herself in her dreams! It wasn’t a strong stream but a very gentle flow, slowly drawing liquid paths across the skin of her inner thigh. Elle moved to the side, to better observe the girl’s labia and the oozing golden fluid. To her own surprise, she found the fact that the girl was unconsciously wetting herself mesmerizing, and more than a little exciting.

By then, most of the girl’s inner thigh was covered in her urine; her pale skin tinted a light yellow and gleaming under the sun’s warm rays. Perhaps this perturbed her sleep, as her smile faded, she frowned slightly and turned on the bed, facing up towards the ceiling, her palms resting on her stomach. This movement caused a small squirt of urine as she was turning, but she didn’t wake up, and her leaking returned to a trickle. This time, the warm yellow fluid didn’t fall on her thigh, but gently flowed downwards along her vagina, sliding to one side as it approached the bottom, and forming a growing puddle of pee on the shiny sating sheets.

Fascinated, Elle’s eyes were fixated on this watery flow, this steady stream that the girl didn’t seem to fully notice. She did seem to be growing more restless, though, her smile gone and replaced by an expression of discomfort and worry. She shook in her sleep, crossing her legs slightly, and turning her body partly one way, and then the other, but she didn’t wake. The muscles in her abdomen were tensing, and this made the trickle of urine turn into a steady gush that drew arcs of golden beads on the air as she turned from side to side. The droplets of her pee were landing chaotically all over her thighs Bycasino giriş and on the silky sheets, tinting them a darker shade.

Elle couldn’t take her eyes away from the fountain that was pouring out from between this girl’s labia. The golden glimmer of the airborne droplets was burning deep into her retinas, and she observed attentively as they formed puddles over her soft skin and dripped down to the sides. Her breathing had turned shallow, and she could feel the blood pumping at her temples. Her nipples had turned hard. All of a sudden, she was enormously conscious of the weight of her tongue. She realised she wanted to lick the girls warm juices. She was shocked by this discovery, but did not drive that desire away. Instead, she extended her hand towards the girl’s outpouring torrent, and let the drops and the unbroken stream land on her palm, quickly form a small pond and overflow at the sides, the warm golden liquid dripping down from her hand.

Elle was herself getting wet, but it was a different kind of wetness. She could feel it soaking her underwear as she leaned forwards towards the now very wet girl’s hips. Her heart was beating hard as she, in disbelief of her own actions, stepped onto the bed and brought her face directly into the golden arch. It hit her skin, splashing over her cheeks and chin, her lips, her neck. She was drenched in the warm, yellow liquid, and she was incredibly excited by this. She looked down at the line of pee droplets falling from her chin, and then back at the urinating girl. Incredibly, she still slept, although her face now showed clear signs of unrest and possibly traces of embarrassment. Perhaps in her dreams too she was dripping wet in her own pee.

Elle dived her face again into the stream, letting some of it enter her mouth, and her tongue feel its taste. She was herself tremendously wet by now, more than she’d ever been. In fact, she suddenly realised, Bycasino güncel giriş it didn’t feel like the wetness she would expect out of sexual arousal. It was dripping down between her thighs more fluidly than that. Horrified, she leaned back and looked towards the bottom of her short gown. It was wet, en elliptical patch that started just below her vagina, and grew bigger towards the edge of her gown. The realisation hit herself like a hammer; she too had lost control and was peeing herself. It felt warm, down her thighs, and it felt hot on her cheeks and forehead, as she stared down and the trickling line of her urine, falling free between her legs and onto a puddle beneath her. Her heart was pumping hard, her hands were trembling, she could feel sweat forming on her forehead, and the wet puddle reaching her left knee.

Suddenly, it all started vanishing, and blending together at the same time. The tall windows, the soft satin, the red-hair reaching in savage waves across the pillows, the sun coming through the windows, the wet warmth on her legs, her room.

Her room. She hazily opened her eyes and felt disoriented, as if the ornate room and her own were the same space, yet at the same time, completely different. The morning sun was coming in through her normal-sized windows, into her not-ornate room, and warming her skin and the bed sheets. Not linen, but plain cotton. It was her room. It had been a dream, she realised as her consciousness settled back in reality. But something wasn’t right. She was feeling uneasy, as she did when she had forgotten something that she couldn’t remember. It was screaming at the back of her head, but she couldn’t hear what it was.

Then it hit her. With a fast swipe, she removed her bed sheet from above her, and she sat up. With complete astonishment, she looked at her nightwear and her legs. She saw the wet patch on her gown. She felt the wetness on her thighs, by now cold and unpleasant. Her eyes followed the damp circle that originated directly under her, and spread outwards past her knees. She saw it clear in front of her eyes, but she was so shocked she couldn’t believe it.

She, an adult woman, had wet her bed.

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It was in the 80’s and I was 34 when I found out just how much I loved cock.

I grew up, had girlfriends, fucked a whole lot, got married and was starting out my life. The normal life was good for a while, but it got boring. Something was missing? I started buying penthouse letters magazines and the wife and I would read them and even learn from them. But then there would always be a few stories about man to man in them and I would wonder what it would be like to suck dick or if that man would’ve fucked my ass that day. Even as I fucked my wife, my mind would be thinking about someone fucking me. We split up after a few years, I was probably to blame as I did want so bad to try man sex, but could not tell her that.

For a few more years it is all that was on my mind, but I was to ashamed to go for it, and my family would never understand if something like that came out. Most of the time I would read those man to man stories and beat off.

Then I was transferred 80 miles away for work and no family or friends. I concentrated more on work at first until things got smooth. I would go home early all alone and just watch TV or read my Penthouse Letters and masturbate.

Then while watching TV, an ad popped on the screen for a local dating hotline. I saw the ad about 4 times before dialing the number. It had a recording with prompts for what type of person you were looking for. Of course when it said “for a male seeking a male press”, I pressed it. I heard messages from men with descriptions and what they were looking for. I kept clicking next message again and again, until one got my attention.

“Hi. This is John. I don’t want to play games. If you want to suck my dick and get fucked, leave your name and number. No games.”.

I was caught so off guard that I just hung up the phone. Then I thought about it for a few minutes and realized that I was so turned on. I called the number again, listened until his message came on, and it was so exciting, but I did not leave a message. I kept thinking about it and trying to get the nerve to leave him a message. Finally I called back. I knew what I wanted to say, but when it came time to record, I kept stuttering, but did leave my name and number. I was so embarrassed but figured he probably would not even check his message and would not call me. Wrong! Within 15 minutes the phone rang and I froze.

Oh shit. That’s him. I finally picked it up and he said something like, “You looking to get some dick?” I stuttered and said yea. “I’ll call you back at 8:30 with my address.” then click.

What the fuck just happened? I was freaking out a little. One because I was finally gonna do this. But 2 because I really did not know if I would? It was only 6:30 so I grabbed a sandwich and a drink while trying to watch TV. My mind kept going back and forth, will I do it? I was convincing myself to not go through with it, but at 8pm I figured I better take a shower just in case I do change my mind. I put on shorts and a T-shirt with slippers. Bycasino Just in case? I still kept saying I am not going to myself over and over. Then the phone rang. Yep it was 8:30, must be John. I answered and he told me,

“Like I said. No games. You understand?” I gulped and said yes. “Okay, my address is **********, Directions are ********. There’s a security gate. dial **** and I’ll open it. Be here by 9 or don’t call me again.” click.

Damn!? This guy means business I thought. I exhaled and said to myself, I can’t? But I put my slippers on and walked to my car. Well I’ll ride that way, just in case I do get the courage. The whole ride I kept saying how stupid i was. Someone I never met and I’m gonna suck his dick? No way. I need to turn around. But I kept heading to his apartment. I told myself, well let me just see where he lives, then I’ll turn around.

I got there in 15 minutes which was too early. Okay that’s where he lives. I’m going to go by that store I just passed and get a drink, before I go home. I got my drink and started driving out of the store parking lot, but instead of turning toward my house, I turned the other way toward Johns. What am I doing?? I pulled up to the gate and sat for a few minutes as I was still early. I still told myself don’t do it. But I got out of the car and dialed his number.

“Hello”.

“Yea is this John?”.

“Yea is this Greg?”

“Yes.”

“Pull in, turn right and pull into the fourth parking spot on the left. I’ll open door when you get here.”.

I was shaking like a leaf. So nervous, My stomach was doing flips. I pulled in the spot and sat there trying to build up my courage or backing out. last chance I thought. Then he opened door and just waved me in. I jumped out and rushed over to him so he would not get irritated with me. All he had on was a short bathrobe as he pointed to the living room. I passed him to go to his couch, when he grabbed my ass and told me, “Nice.”

I sat down facing the TV as he sat in a chair next to the TV. He had a porn playing showing one guy sucking another guys dick.

“You like gay porn?” he asked.

With my mouth partially open, I just nodded and said uh huh. One guy on the video kept telling the guy sucking what good bitch he was and how good he sucked cock. I got an instant erection. John was just watching my reaction for a little bit and then opened his robe and started stroking his cock. I looked at his cock and unknowingly licked my lips. I looked up and saw him looking at me so I looked back at TV. He laughed and told me,

“Don’t be shy Greg. Isn’t this what you wanted?”.

I swallowed hard and moaned a little when I told him Yea.

“Which is better? The TV or the real thing?” he said as he kept stroking his cock.

I grinned and watched his cock going up and down in his hand. My mouth stayed open while I kept watching his cock.

“Why don’t you crawl over here Greg.”

I could not believe how easily I dropped to Bycasino giriş my knees and crawled over to his chair. He opened his legs as I got right next to him masturbating. I could not take my eyes away from his cock.

“You want this dick?” he asked.

“Yea” I breathed out.

“You want to be my bitch like the guy on TV?”

“Yes”

“Lick my dick bitch.”

I slid my tongue out and for the first time ever I tasted another mans cock. I closed my eyes and moaned. I was so drawn to his cock. He took his hand away and pulled my face closer. I opened my mouth and sucked my first ever cock. It’s strange but I took to it like I have been doing this forever. They say a guy gives better head than a girl because they now what makes them feel good, so just do that. And boy did I ever.

“Wow, You really like cock. Suck it boy. Your a good cocksucker for sure.”

I kept trying to keep his dick wet and kept a good rhythm going. His hand on my head let me know the pace he liked and I did my best to make him feel good. He inched to the edge of his chair and held my head so he could fuck my mouth better. I just moaned and wanted to please him anyway he wanted.

“Yea, work it bitch. Get Daddy ready. Gonna take that ass in a minute.”

I moaned over his cock and undid my shorts. I started stroking myself now as he fucked my face. God why did I wait so long. This is so perfect I thought. Me on my knees with a mouthful of cock. Yes.

Then he pulled his dick out and told me, “Getup and drop your pants.”

I did and he guided me to the arm of the couch. He pushed me over it, opened my legs and walked up to my inviting ass. My balance was gone in this position and he had quick access to my tight virgin hole. I don’t know if he used lube on his cock, but the burning pain was unbelievable. Just him trying to force the head of his cock in me made me scream and beg him to stop.

“Just relax. Pretend your taking a dump.” He said sounding aggravated.

I was in no position to stop him so I did and the head of his dick tore through my ass. Oh my god. I actually teared up and begged him to stop.

“God no. It’s too big. Pull it out. I can’t take it.”

“Relax. You act like this is your first time.” He said.

“Oh Fuck. It is my first time. It burns. Pull it out. Please stop, Please.” I begged

“No way this is your first time. Just settle down. Get used to it. You’ll see.” Trying to calm me.

And he was right. He did not move and my ass stopped hurting. It felt kinda good. My whimpering slowed down. I liked it. I started to move my ass a little which he noticed.

“See. I told you. Feels better. I can’t believe you’re a virgin.” John was slowly moving side to side as my ass swayed too. I began to moan now really feeling good with that big cock in me.

“Okay. Ready for a little more? Gonna hurt at first, but this ass is too nice to pass up.” He said and I smiled from the compliment. The smile was short lived as he Bycasino güncel giriş forced another inch or co inside me.

“Oh fuck no. I can’t. Pull it out. Fuck it’s too much.” Tears running down my cheeks as I begged. he held my hips so I could not get away. My legs in the air with no way to stop him.

“Calm down and relax. It’ll feel better in a minute. I am gonna fuck your tight ass so just relax.”

I was a mess. I could not stop him and I did love how it felt a minute ago, so I sobbed as I waited for the pain to ebb away. Of course it did and I moaned and swayed my ass again.

“See. I told you. You have a really fine ass. Gonna break you in. When it feels really good, call me Daddy so I know you want more.”

It was feeling good. So good. I knew I was ready for more. “Daddy that feels so good.” I moaned

Deeper he went, and again I screamed and begged to no avail until he would let me get used to it again and call him Daddy when I was ready for more.

Finally he told me, “Yea. All the way in that ass now. Relax. Get used to it. I want to fuck you so bad. Just tell Daddy you want to get fucked when you gotta have it.” He said as he moved from side to side.

Pain was going away. I felt so full. I was really enjoying how this thick cock stretched me open and filled me up. “Fuck me Daddy”

Daddy pulled back a little and slowly pushed back. God he was good. Then a little more out and back in.He worked his cock in and out a little at a time until just the head was inside my hole. Then slowly all the way in. I still felt some pain, but nothing like before. Slowly back to the head, then back in me.

“Oh god yes Daddy. Fuck me. I need your big dick in me.”

John knew I was his now and really started to long dick me. I moaned and begged for more. I called him Daddy and said I’ll be his bitch anytime. He controlled the fucking as my legs were still in the air. And god did he fuck me. Long and hard.

“Damn you got tight ass boy. Daddy gonna fuck you a lot. You want that, right? You want Daddy’s dick.”

I growled between thrust, “Oh God yes. I love your big cock Daddy. Fuck me. I need your cock. God it’s so good.” On and on I told him basically I was his bitch, his slut, his boy.

“Okay bitch. here it comes. You want Daddy’s cum?” He Moaned.

“Fuck yes Daddy. Cum in me. Fill me up.” I screamed. I wanted my reward for the pain I endured and I wanted Daddy to feel good for breaking me in so good.

John groaned and unloaded inside my ass. I could feel his cock inside me swell and blow his seed in me. A few more thrusts and all of Daddy’s cum was inside me. He pulled out and went to bathroom. I remained bent over the couch in total bliss. He returned with a washcloth and helped me up.

He looked at me smiling as I got cleaned up and dressed. “Your my bitch now, you know that right?” I smiled and said yes.

“When I get horny for that mouth or ass, I will call you and you will come take care of your Daddy. Right?” He basically demanded. And of course I told him anytime Daddy. he grabbed my ass and guided me for the door.

“See you in a day or 2.” as he closed the door.

I got in my car and exhaled deeply and knew I could never deny myself this pleasure again.

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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.”

Warm comment backlink Botu her up?

“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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