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Another Mom, Son , Sister Story

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This story is not Chapter 2 of my original story with a similar name. It has been renamed to reflect same theme, different characters.

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Picture a typical suburban family in the UK in early June, Saturday afternoon. My father is planting flowers, weeding, working in the back yard about half way down the garden from the house. I am lounging on a patio chair close to the house reading, waiting for a text from my friends telling me what time we are going to meet down the pub. Mom is nearby lying on a lounge chair in a not very revealing bikini trying to get a head start on her tan.

My sister is still at college, she will be home next week.

The English sun in June is not very strong; many sun worshipers put mineral oil on their skin to increase the effect of the sun’s rays, hoping to tan quicker.

A text came in from my buddy; we are meeting in an hour. I need to shit, shower and change. I finished the 3 pages remaining in the chapter I was reading, looked at Mom and started to get up to go inside the house.

Mother had been lying out for over an hour and as far as I could see was not even a little pink, so I told her so.

“Mom you still look pale, I don’t see any colour even on your shoulders”.

‘Really sweetie, I felt my skin getting warm, would you be a sweetheart and put some mineral oil on my shoulders.”

“Sorry no Mom, I’m off to meet my friends.”

“Sweetie, it will only take a minute the mineral oil is in the kitchen.”

“Sorry no Mom, ‘gotta go.”

“Son, you need to help your Mom, you started this conversation,” boomed my father’s voice from 30 feet away.

“I hadn’t lived 19 years with Mom & Dad without knowing when to comply.”

I raced into the house grabbed the bottle of mineral oil off the kitchen table, Mom was lying on her front on a patio lounge chair, chin resting on her hands. I glugged oil onto my hands and slapped it onto Mom’s shoulders, too much, she squeaked as the cool oil hit her skin, oil ran all over her back, down the sides of her body and into her armpits. I massaged it into her shoulders as fast as I could.

“Ohh that’s nice sweetie, please do my back as well. I kept smoothing oil over her skin, onto her lower back above her bikini bottoms; my hands were moving fast, not very carefully but covering as much skin as quickly as I could. Extra oil collected and was redistributed. Then I was done.

“Thank you sweetie, can you do my legs please.” Son of a bitch, I said in my head. I slapped more oil on my hands and rubbed Mom’s upper thighs. Right up to her bikini bottoms, I rubbed hard. I was a little annoyed at being asked to rub more oil when I was ready to leave, caught my finger under the seam pulled the fabric up a little, saw butt check, kept on rubbing down her leg to her feet, this was fast work. As I finished her ankles I went back up to her upper thighs brazen enough to try a little teenage perving. I pushed on her thighs to open her legs, they moved apart a little. I rubbed my hands all over Mom’s thighs down the sides rubbing against and under the bikini. I managed to slide her bikini seam up at least 3 inches to see more butt cheek and I think a little camel toe. I was getting hard, Mom is pretty hot, 42 years old, stays in shape, great legs, smooth skin, I can tell you now she has great tits. I also knew my growing hard on was not going to lead to anything but a wank in the shower.

“Done Mom, gotta go.”

Mom twisted her head, gave me a strange look, peered at my crotch and thanked me.

Dad was walking towards us, Mom leaned back and surreptitiously straightened her bikini bottom, Dad handed me a 20 pound note, said well done and patted me on the back. I had saved him from having to stop yard work to help Mom put on the mineral oil.

Tuesday night is when things started to get weird. We are not a very talkative family, with my sister still at college the 3 of us had quiet dinners often leading to Mom & Dad bickering over minor things while I ate and got the hell away from the table as soon as was reasonable.

Tonight proved to be different.

“Son, your mother tells me you ruined her bikini.” Huh?

“Yes sweetie, I washed the bikini I was wearing Saturday and it has stains.” Huh?

I’m not one of those sons who pick Mom’s used panties out of the laundry hamper and jack off in them, what are they talking about?

“Son, what did you do?”

“All I did was rub mineral oil over Mom’s shoulders, back and legs like she asked.”

“That seems to be the problem, you made a big mess, used too much oil and it soaked into your mother’s bikini.”

“Yes dear, the fabric is ruined; there are discolored areas all over the seams on the top and much more on the bottom.” As Mom spoke she starred at me intensely, she knew I had been perving, touching more than I should but that was all she said. My Dad however would not stop.

“Your mother tells me this swim suit costs two hundred to replace,”

“What!” I interjected.

“How can this be my fault, Casibom you asked me to rub oil on your back?”

“Nevertheless son you made a mess and cost us a lot of money.”

I won’t bore you with the rest of the conversation, you get the gist. My parents were well and truly together in blaming me and apparently enjoying every minute of it. What was weird was the two of them would not let it go. I became the butt of numerous jokes and comments from Mom and Dad all based around the ruined bikini.

And they were not good jokes.

‘Son, would you like to set the table for dinner, oh no better not you’ll stain the table cloth.’

‘Son would you pass the gravy, oh no better not you’ll stain the gravy boat.’

‘Son did you finish your homework, better not you’ll stain the text book.’

Son….you get the idea. It gave them something to agree on, picking on me was good for everyone, my parents were joined together in humor, at my expense.

Don’t get me wrong I was not crying myself to sleep over this; I am a big boy it’s just that it went on day after day, it was annoying.

When my sister returned from college the next weekend, she joined in.

“So bro I hear they will not let you in the clothes stores downtown because you stain everything you touch.” Ha ha. I had not responded to my parents comments during the previous week because messing with me seemed to make them happy however this was my sister;

“Look guys, I am sorry the bikini was stained, I did not know mineral oil was so toxic or the fabric was so cheap (ha ha me) perhaps next time mom should put the mineral oil on before she wears the bikini?” Everyone spoke at once.

“How dare you suggest the fabric…don’t be a smartass son… that’s not a bad idea”

The 3rd comment came from my sister.

“Mom, stain boy might be right, next time you should put on the mineral oil, let it soak in to your skin and dry, then put the bikini on.”

“Well honey, that may be true, does not get away from the fact your brother ruined a perfectly good bikini,” said Mom, still trying to prolong the fun.

“Mom I’m home all this week, let’s go shopping, we’ll get you a sexy new bikini, weather forecast is good for the weekend.” After 18 years of sibling bickering suddenly my sister wasn’t so bad.

“Sounds like a plan ladies, honey you should put on the mineral oil before you put on your bikini, let’s eat,” said Dad, sounding relieved this chapter might be over and ruling on future mineral oil application guidelines.

Saturday; first a miracle, the weather men were correct, sun was bright and sky was blue. Dad was out for the day playing 2 rounds of golf and having drinks with his buddies. Mom, sister and I shared a light lunch, discussed the new swim wear they had both bought during the week, I expressed limited interest in seeing the new bikinis, partly to be polite and because at 19 with a hot Mom and very sexy 20 year old sister my brain was never far from female nudity and sex.

Mom told me I would have to wait until both of them were changed and sun bathing in the garden to see the outfits. Okay.

An hour later dressed in tee shirt and running shorts I was passing my parents room to go outside and sit in the sun when,

“Hey bro, check out our new bikinis.”

“Sweetie no, we’re not dressed,” that was mom. I turned left pushed my parent’s bedroom door open and walked in.

“It’s okay Mom, I am sure nothing stain boy has not seen before.” That was not true. My sister was standing in nearly invisible underwear; her at-least-a-C cup breasts were straining to climb out of her half cup bra, quarter size nipples erect and peaking out. She had on a thong that proved she had shaved everything. My cock jerked alive. Mom was wearing a more ‘sensible’ lacey bra, she also looked great, her much closer to a D cup breasts filled the fabric and the lace let me see her dark, bigger than my sister’s nipples. She was wearing matching panties that showed a neatly trimmed bush and nothing else.

“No honey, you have to leave we are not dressed,” said Mom a little panic in her voice. I could not remember the last time I had seen Mom wearing revealing underwear, oh yeah never.

“Come on Mom, he’ll see the bikini’s soon anyway.” Was my sister being deliberately obtuse? Mom was panicking because she was in her underwear in front of her 19 year old son and I could see stuff. And then I spoke.

“Mom, are you about to sunbathe in the yard?”

‘Yes bro, we were putting on our new bikinis, do you like?” interjected my sister. She held up 6 patches of fabric and strings.

“Wow they look hot.”

“Thanks.”

“Mom shouldn’t we put on the mineral oil?” I asked.

“Yes, brilliant brother of mine,” my sister seemed a little dramatic.

“No sweetie, not here, not with your brother in the room.”

“Mom, we should do the mineral oil now, like you agreed.”

Sis dodged behind mom grabbed one of the towels on the bed bumped mom to one side and placed Casibom Giriş the towel on the bed parallel to the sides, bottom of the towel at the bottom of the bed. Mom looked surprised.

“Sweetie your brother can’t put mineral oil on me, I’m his mother and I’m in my underwear.”

“Mom don’t worry, he did it last weekend and you did not mind, our new bikinis are smaller than your underwear. We all agreed this was the correct way to do it to avoid staining the fabric.”

Mom looked confused, my suddenly genius sister was maneuvering mom onto the bed to lie face down on the towel. Sister was looking unbelievably hot, her fantastic breasts were falling out of her half cup bra, her thong was no longer covering anything (dunno why it had moved) her tight hairless pussy lips looked hot and a little damp, her ass was smooth, tanned and very sexy as she leaned over mom pushing her onto the bed.

“Sweetie I am not sure this is a good idea,” began Mom.

“Of course it is, we all agreed last week, mineral oil goes on first.” Sis pointed at mom’s dresser where a huge new bottle of mineral oil sat. I grabbed it walked over to the bed started leaning over the edge.

“No no bro you have to sit astride, get on the bed.” I climbed onto the bed and slid up mom’s legs until I was sitting on her thighs poised to pour mineral oil onto her back.

“I’m not sure this is such a..” began mom again.

“Nonsense, this is what dad wanted and we agreed”, stated my wonderful sister in a tone not designed to be challenged.

I poured oil onto my hands, started rubbing my Mom’s shoulders, the oil flowed, Mom’s skin was smooth and soft.

‘Good job bro, not too much,” contributed my sis. She was standing slightly behind me and a couple of feet away, I could not see her. I was concentrating on oiling up mom and not getting oil anywhere near her bra strap. Sis noticed.

“Mom you are going to have to undo your bra strap, we do not want to get mineral oil on it we have to oil your whole back for the new bikini.”

“Sweetie, I am really not sure this is a good idea, your brother should not…”

“Nonsense, said my bossy sister, you are right mom, stain boy take off your t shirt and use it to ensure you don’t touch mom’s bra.” It felt like my sister was directing one of my sleazier dreams. In a flash my shirt was off, mom had not even moved to remove her bra so I did.

“Eeeee, what are you doing,” rang out from our panicked mother. My oily hands were in my t shirt, I popped the clasp and opened the bra straps to rest on either side of mom on the towel she was lying on.

“Good work bro, throw me the tee and get back to oiling mom,” which I did.

“Kids, I am not sure this is such a good…” repeated mom sounding more controlled but looking back over her shoulder at my sister with glances at me.

“Mom, dad told you to put the oil on first we are helping, you’ll be done much quicker then we can get out in the sun and tan,” said sis.

“I don’t know sweetie, my bra is undone under me,”

“Mom you’re right, bro stop oiling, mom lift up your head and shoulders,” commanded my sister. In a flash she was next to me, using my tee shirt as a glove she grabbed the left bra strap from the bed and pulled, hard.

“Ouch, noooo,” said mom as her bra was literally dragged out from under her by my sister, she lifted her body a little to allow it to slide out I suspect more from pain prevention rather than submission. I did note one of my sister’s tits was out of her bra, resting on the bra completely out, her nipple looked very hard and a little red.

“What the hell…” began mom. Sis was ready.

“Mom we do not want oil running down your sides onto the bra, stain boy cannot afford to pay for underwear and a new bikini.”

“Who said I was paying for the bikini,” I started. I was still rubbing my mom’s sexy back with oil and starting to slide down the sides of her topless body. I felt mom tense as my fingers got close to side boob so I slid my body down her thighs to massage oil into her lower back and to get a better look at her panty covered ass.

“Sweetie, what are you doing?” sister kept up the talk as I moved further down mom’s very sexy legs, I was rubbing oil into the very base of her back above her panties, my cock was rock hard pointing straight up inside my nylon running shorts.

“Mom you need to oil all over, if we are going to tan all over. In fact,” said my sister,

“Your new bikini bottoms are much smaller than those panties, they need to come off.”

“Guunngghh, no way are we taking off my panties with my son…” erupted mom she could not jump up or turn too far around without exposing her breasts which was limiting her outrage, there was nothing on the bed to cover herself with, aside from the towel under us. My sister had apparently moved the other towel away from mom’s reach. Sister interrupted her with more brilliant solutions to unasked concerns.

“Mom it’s okay, stain boy will use his shorts as a barrier to protect Casibom Güncel Giriş from touching your panties with his oily fingers.” Yes I would. I pulled my shorts down, my cock bounced to attention after the waist band passed. Keeping in contact with mom to prevent her getting up, my shorts were off and I was astride her legs as I used the shorts as an oven glove to pull both sides of mom’s panty waist band down. Mom squealed.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant, sweetie you can’t take off mommy’s panties.” Too late they were off. I was off mom, panties down, ‘slid off her feet and back sitting on mom’s legs faster than a gymnast. I was starring at her very sexy ass, slowing moving my hand over her bottom, the oil allowing me to slide gently across her smooth cheeks.

“It’s okay mom he’s nearly finished,” helped my sister.

Mom was still lying face down on the bed so I slipped back to the edge of the bed and poured oil on both mom’s legs massaging it in as fast as I could. I moved all the way to her feet which I massaged gently getting a small hmmm sound from mom as I squeezed her toes and soles of her feet. I peered to my left to see my sister had 2 of her left hand fingers sliding in and out of her own pussy. Head facing up, eyes closed as she made an hmmm sound as well.

This was getting very hot, my cock already hard and erect strained a little more towards vertical. Mom was naked, sister had removed her thong both her boobs were sitting proudly on her half cup bra and I was naked too. The foot rub seemed to relax mom a little I could see between her ass cheeks and the top of her vagina, I am sure I saw moisture.

“Okay mom roll over so your son can rub in the mineral oil.”

“Are you crazy, honey?” Started mom looking back over her shoulder, I could see she only now realized sis and I and she were naked in her bedroom. She looked horrified and started to get up on all fours, I assume to get the hell away from us.

“No mom, dad said this was the way to go, we have to finish,” stated my sister. This sounded like an order. She pushed on mom’s ass; I swear her thumb touched mom’s pussy as the rest of her hand kinda slid into mom’s ass crack. Mom fell face down onto the bed. Then sis placed one of mom’s legs on top of the other close to the ankles and twisted both legs continuing the movement she had started by crossing them. Mom squealed (louder this time) as her body followed her legs and she turned over 180 degrees. Apparently my little sister had become some sort of Judo, martial arts expert at school.

Mom was now on her back, mouth open, arms out either side, her magnificent breasts still moving from the sudden twist my sister had inflicted on her, nipples hard as pearls, her dark areola’s staring at me.

“Mom lie still, let stain boy finish.” Sis stepped away from the bed, as she turned she whispered very close to my ear, one of her very hard nipples poking into my arm.

“You better hurry, this won’t last.” I was very horny, my cock stood pointing at the ceiling; I grabbed mom’s ankles, pulled them towards me, ‘still lying on the towel she slid easily down the bed. I pulled her ankles apart, her legs followed, her ass was on the edge of the bed, I stepped in to the edge of the bed, grabbed the mineral oil poured it over her chest, shoulders, tummy and upper thighs, flicked the lid closed and started to rub the oil into mom’s tits. My hands, open & flat ran over mom’s breasts her nipples were hard, and grew as I touched them.

“Ooohhh, eeeeeee, hhhmmm,” I was not going to stop, one hand stayed on a breast at all times as the other smoothed oil all over her skin, maybe that was important because mom was making great noises, eyes tightly closed, arms out spread on the bed as I worked.

I turned my head to the left to look at my sister; she was sitting on mom’s dresser, legs wide apart her clean shaven pussy blinking as 3 fingers pumped in and out. Her thumb tweaking her clit on each penetration. Her eyes opened to look directly at mom’s crotch, up to her tits then closed as she threw her head back, her hand speed increasing.

I lowered my body by bending my knees a little to allow my hard cock now pointing straight out from my body to touch mom’s pussy. I placed it directly on her slit and slid back and forth as my hands kept rubbing mineral oil onto skin. I am sure I could feel mom’s labia grabbing at my cock.

Mom’s legs were splayed apart I presumed because my body was standing between them. I realized they were not touching me; mom was holding them apart or at least not trying to close them. I leaned in on mom, both hands massaging her beautiful breasts, she moaned, I worked my crotch to move my cock between her pussy lips. I backed away and pushed my cock lower to the mouth of her vagina, her eyes opened, she starred into my eyes I felt her crotch muscles move then I was in. My hard cock slid down and deep.

There was no gentle in and out inch at a time, mom was very wet and ready I could feel her body sucking me in. She moaned loudly very loudly almost growled as I started to pump in and out. My full length penetrating all the way in as my body banged against her, then back out until her lips were straining to hold on. My cock slid in and out of her hairless pussy.

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Finding Love in Paradise

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This story contains real people whose names have been changed. Some of these things really happened, others didn’t. This is my first submission about my first college sweetheart and my college years, but I have plenty more adventures to come!!!

I met her on my first day of college. She was hyper and excited I was nervous and scared. She was confident and full of laughter I was just trying to blend in.

My roommate, whom I just met, called the girl over. She flitted excitedly into our room. I held out my hand to introduce myself when she grabbed it and pulled me in for a hug. Before I knew it, her perky breasts were pressing firmly against mine. My heart started to race.

“This is Hawaii girl!!! We hug here!” she practically screamed at me. Not even one day into this college thing, and I could tell I was going to love it here.

“Oh haha, hi. Name’s Austyn,” I said with a nervous giggle.

“I’m Molly, but you can just call me beautiful!” she said playfully primping her hair.

“Alright Beautiful, nice to meet you,” I said, trying to stay cool.

“Oh NO!! I can’t believe you actually have someone calling you that!” shouted a voice from the hallway. I looked up to see a homely brunette, pretty in the girl-next-door kind of way. “Hi, I’m Hannah! I’m Molly’s roommate.”

I introduced myself and the four of us chatted for a little about where we were from, why we chose this university and so on. When it was time to head toward the orientation, Molly grabbed my hand and led me out of the dorm. About half way to the orientation room she realized she was still holding my hand. She looked at our hands, looked up at me, blushed, and then let go. I wish she hadn’t. Her hand in mine felt good. It felt right.

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My name is Austyn Rae. I’m from southern California and have been blessed with an athlete’s body, golden brown skin and thick black as night curly hair that other girls envied. I’ve known that I love women since I was in sixth grade, and I recently decided to come out to people I thought were friends. That went horribly wrong and by the time high school graduation came around, I only had less than a handful of friends and a softball team of girls who were supportive and accepting.

Aside from that, there were three things that made me decide to go to Hawaii for college. 1) I wanted to learn, grow, and discover the world on my own terms. 2) Given the opportunity, who wouldn’t go to Hawaii for four years with paid room and board? 3) There was this girl (there usually is right?).

After years and years of being the “new kid” and hiding my true self from others, I finally decided to drop it all, take a chance, and be the real me. Be the me that I envisioned I was, people could decide whether or not they liked me. I didn’t care anymore. Needless to say, Hawaii came into my life at the perfect time!

I guess I should also talk a little about Molly, she’s a pretty important part of this story after all. The most defining factor about Molly is that she is a Military brat. Her parents were both in the military and they toted their three kids around from state to state, country to country. Molly grew up learning about her two very diverse cultures as well as diving into and experiencing the different cultures wherever they happened to live. Just a couple of years before college, her mom and dad were offered positions in Hawaii. They would never have to move again if they didn’t want to. They picked up their three teens for one last time and settled in Hawaii.

Molly is an exotic looking “hapa” girl. Hapa is Hawaiian slang meaning asian or pacific islander mixed. Her dad was a born in Europe but had lived in America since he was a little boy and her mom was a Hawaiian/Philipino who grew up in California.

Molly’s skin was very fair. She had chocolate brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes that sometimes were a wild jungle green. Her bubbly personality was infectious and her smile was bright as could be. Molly was the kind of girl who didn’t think she was pretty, but she acted like she did. Her confidence and cockiness made her irresistibly sexy, she turned heads wherever she went. She was loud and, quite often, crass as could be.

Over the years we had developed a very deep love/hate friendship. No one could get under my skin quite like she could. We spent countless hours arguing like an old married couple. We’ve had many nights giving each other the silent treatment. We’ve also spent many nights talking, laughing, and being silly. But that’s me starting to get ahead of myself.

The main points are these: Molly is about 5’7. She’s not overweight or chunky, but she’s not super skinny. Her DD boobs are amazing and perky, her round ass is firm and tight. She loves to sing and dance, and she’s pretty good at both. She has her swag on full attack 24/7. Her biggest downfall is that she swears she’s always right and yet she’s very insecure about her personal life.

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A couple of weeks had gone by. For the first time in my life I had a group of friends that I started. I was a part of something special. No more Casibom was I the person who hangs out with a group of people, but doesn’t really belong. I was happy and I was myself!

Hannah and I were the closest. We were interested in the same subjects, liked the same movies, and had great conversations. But Molly and I had a genuine connection. We didn’t need words and chitchat to enjoy one another’s company. Slowly, I saw myself falling for her. The only problem was the girl who I followed 5,000 miles across the Pacific Ocean, Nicole.

I loved Nicole since we first met when I was a freshman in high school. She was a senior and she was straight (keyword: was). After about six months of friendship and spending countless hours together, she finally confided her feelings for me and we shared an amazing summer together. When it was over, she left for Hawaii and took my heart with her.

She became my one and only and I was reduced to her summer and winter hometown fling thing. Our passion for one another could only be matched by the lack of trust between us. Not to mention the mountain of hurtful secrets we spat out to each other in anger. For some reason though, there always was and probably always will still be this small glimmer of hope and belief that we can make things work out. But this isn’t the epic love story of Austyn and Nic. This is the story of the gorgeous temptress who lived across the hall, the one who always seems to get away.

As I said, a few weeks had flown by and my life was amazing! During the week, my new friends and I bonded and explored the island together. Then, Nic would pick me up on the weekends and take me to her condo on the windward side. We’d fuck all night and day, frolic at the beach, then fuck all night and day again until Sunday, when I returned to the dorms.

One Friday, Nic called and said she needed me to take her to the airport. She had to go home for a family emergency. She picked me up an hour later, and I swear I saw a hint of jealousy in Molly’s eyes, through the side view mirror, as I kissed my girlfriend before we sped off.

When I got back to the dorm, I started down the hall toward my room. I heard Molly’s voice coming from the boys’ room next door to my room.

“I don’t get it! That girl uses her and only calls and stuff when it’s convenient for her! She is so-” Molly walked out of the room and saw me standing there. “Oh! Hey! I thought you were gone for the weekend.”

“Nope,” I said, ” I just dropped Nic off at the airport… Why’s it so dead around here?”

Molly explained that most people went on a retreat and others went home or went home with friends. Of our group of friends, it was just the two of us and two of the boys we hung out with regularly.

We decided to go to the beach in Nic’s car. The two boys boogie boarded while Molly and I found a nice little pool of water near some rocks where the waves couldn’t get us, but there was a steady flow of water coming and going. We basked in the sun until it started to go down. As it got colder, we got closer. We shared a towel to sit on and a towel to cover our shoulders. When the sun was almost completely gone, we headed back to campus for dinner, then up to the dorms to clean off the salt water and sand.

I got out of the shower, got dressed, and was drying my hair as I walked into my room. Molly was already lying on my bed, waiting for me. We decided there would be too much traffic to try to go anywhere and the boys had left to play basketball, so we popped in a movie. Molly didn’t want to lie on my roommate’s bed, so we shared mine.

There we were, our first time in bed together. We were on our tummies, watching the movies. I noticed that she kept looking at me. Slowly, she inched closer and closer to me.

“Do you have a blanket?” she asked.

“Just the one you’re laying on.”

She rolled into me as I reached around to grab the blanket from under her. My fingertips lightly brushed her hip, causing her to shiver. I spread the blanket around us, lightly touching her here and there as I did so. We were now on our sides, facing each other. Her eyes were closed and a small smile crept on her face. I took a chance and caressed her thigh. Her eyes shot open. She stared into my eyes, trembling whenever I brushed over certain areas.

She grabbed my hand. I thought it was over; maybe I was being a little too bold. She wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled herself closer to me, tucking her head under my chin. Her freshly washed hair smelled like tropical rainforest and sunshine. As I drank in her aroma, my heartbeat began to slow. I was so comfortable with her in that moment. It felt as if we had lain together for years before and, after years of searching, we had finally found one another once again.

Three quick knocks on the door startled us back to reality. We stayed still and silent for a moment. We could hear the boys knocking on both of our doors, trying to find us. I started to get up to open the door. She grabbed my hand as it started to leave her body. She placed her finger on my lips, telling Casibom Giriş me to “hush.” She sat up and placed my hands at the hem of her shirt and started to pull it up over her shoulders. I sat up and helped her out, staring at her beautiful peach skin glowing in the light from the TV.

Once her shirt and bra had been discarded, she laid back down, pulling me on top of her. I went in to kiss her lips, but got scared and settled for kissing her neck. I stayed there for a short time, then moved my kisses to her collarbone, all the while kneading and massaging her amazing DD orbs.

Her hands were roaming my back. She tried to unclasp my bra and realized I was wearing a sports bra. I continued kissing her neck and moved my kisses to the tops of her breasts. Her hands moved from my back to my shoulders, pushing me down south.

I took her soft nipple into my mouth. I began sucking it gently, while circling the nipple with my tongue. I could hear Molly cooing as my hands roamed up and down her body while my tongue continued to assault her nipple. I moved my lips from breast to breast, nipple to nipple.

I finally built up the courage to kiss her. I sat up straddling her hips; she slipped my shirt off before I knew what was going on. I quickly leaned in for the kiss. It seemed like her face was a mile away. Our lips finally touched. Hers were soft and moist, and I wanted to never move my mouth from hers. After the first kiss she grabbed my head, pulled it deeper into hers and began kissing me like she had been waiting for this all her life. I could feel her raising her hips underneath me. So I gently laid myself on top of her, supporting myself with my forearms.

I couldn’t believe this was happening! She was making me so horny, and I was getting wetter and wetter every second. We began grinding our basketball shorts clad pussies together, mashing both sets of lips together at the same time.

I used my knee to separate her legs so I could fit better between them. Before settling my pussy back on hers, I used my knee to push her pussy, trying to put pressure on her clit. It must have worked because she started grinding on my knee. I again started to lick and suck on her breasts.

I’ve never been extremely attracted to boobs; I’m more of an ass and legs kind of gal. Hers are the best tits I’ve ever had the pleasure to grope. To this day, I compare my current flavor of the week’s tits to Molly’s.

Throughout this whole thing, we never said a word. Things were starting to get really heated. I was already trailing kisses down her tummy when her phone rang. She looked at it for a second it was her big brother. As she answered, all I could think of was her big burly brother and how I wouldn’t want him knocking on my door if things between Molly and me didn’t work out. I climbed off and began looking for my shirt; I needed to process what was going on. I found it and started putting my arms through the holes when she whined, “No! Don’t do that!”

Too late, I had my shirt on and was looking for a sweatshirt and my cigarillos. I found them and motioned to her that I was going outside to smoke. She pouted and shook her head. I left anyway, closing and making sure my door was locked before I went downstairs. The boys saw me pass their door and asked where I was. I told them I had fallen asleep and was just heading down to smoke. They decided to join me.

When we got to the bench, we sparked our smokes and settled down. The boys were looking at me with huge grins on their faces. ‘Oh no! They heard us!’ I thought. Ricky spoke up first.

“So you were ‘asleep’? And the moaning and squeaking sounding through the wall, coming for your room, was just us imagining things?”

“Well I fell asleep with a movie on, so it was probably that,” I said quickly.

“So what movie were you watching,” Christian chimed in. Before I could answer, Molly came out the front doors, wearing one of my sweatshirts.

“What up boys?” she said cheerily. “Austyn…” she said looking at me with venom in her eyes.

She sauntered towards us, and sat down next to me. She asked the guys how basketball went and who won. I stopped paying attention to the conversation, as I was just grateful that the focus was off of me and my squeaky bed. Unfortunately, my peace of mind was short-lived.

“So where were you Molly? We knocked on your door forever!” said Ricky. My eyes shot to Molly. I kept thinking, ‘please say you were asleep in your room or upstairs. Please say anything except in my room!’

“I fell asleep in Austyn’s room. The beach wore me out!” she said.

‘Oh no,’ I thought, ‘here we go.’ The boys looked at each other, grinned, looked at me and Molly, and looked back at one another before they chuckled to one another.

“What’s so funny?” asked Molly.

The boys looked at each other then back to the two of us and started laughing even harder.

“They heard squeaking and moaning coming from my room, so I was telling them it was the movie,” I said, my voice a little tense.

“Yea, what movie was it again?” Christian asked Casibom Güncel Giriş sarcastically. My face started to get hot.

“Ok, you caught us!” Molly said. My eyes shot at her, what was she going to say? “We were watching porn!”

Shoot me now. Molly just told GUYS that we GIRLS were watching porn together. I hoped she could see the fear in my eyes. They boys’ ears perked up a little.

“Yea, I was showing Austyn how good a dude’s dick can be for girls. We weren’t sleeping at all. Just a straight girl trying to convert a lezzy back to the right team.”

This conversation took so many quick turns I couldn’t keep up. Before I knew it, they were talking about how I just hadn’t met the right guy and that it was a phase. I was still in a daze over what just happened, so I agreed with them. They could have told me that one of them was the right guy for me, and I would have agreed. I was that out of it.

We stayed outside a little longer before it got too cold for the guys, so they ran upstairs to get sweatshirts. Molly looked at me and asked if I was going to go upstairs. I told her that we could, only if she wanted to. So we did. As we passed the boys room, we invited them into my room to watch a movie. They said they’d come in in a minute.

When we got to my room, I opened the door for Molly. I got a whiff of her scent as she walked by. I closed the door and checked to make sure it was locked. Molly was looking at my DVD collection on my shelf above my desk. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She turned to face me.

“You looked like you were shitting bricks down there,” she said to me.

“I just didn’t want them to know what was going on in here. It could be bad for the group, you know?”

“Yea. I guess.” She said, “Then I guess we better stop before things get too screwed up.”

There was a knock on the door. Molly slipped from between my arms and answered the door. The boys came in, we decided on a movie and Molly and I sat on opposite sides of the room.

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We never talked about our night almost together. We acted like nothing happened. It killed me all year long! All I wanted was to swoop her off of her feet and into my bed. We would take naps together on the same bed, and would wake up cuddling, but that was the extent of things. I would secretly savor the smell of her hair whenever I was close enough to smell it.

It was the last week of our first year of college. Everyone was studying for finals. Molly, Hannah and I were spending a lot of time in the library. We decided to sit at the individual cubicles to curb us from talking to one another. Molly and Hannah sat in the cubicles across from me, with Molly directly in front of me. I would look up occasionally to rest my eyes. Sometimes I’d catch Molly staring at me, other times she caught me. Both of our legs were stretched out under the table, her feet were between mine.

When I wasn’t staring at Molly or my study materials, I was texting Nic. This was our last week together in Hawaii. Things had been really rocky with Nic. She was graduating and moving back home. This was a huge stressor on our relationship. I wanted to come back and finish my four years in Hawaii, but she wanted me to go back home with her. I said it wasn’t fair that she got four years in Hawaii, and I only would get one. She didn’t see it that way. She saw it as me wanting time away from her.

My relationship with Nic had been so strong the whole year. It was probably the strongest we’d ever been together. We were loyal to one another. We rarely fought. The sex was amazing. We kept things alive by trying new things in different places, Pali Overlook, Tantalus Overlook, a couple of beaches… just to name a few places.

The month prior to Nic’s graduating was the hardest month we had. We saw each other almost everyday, and almost everyday ended with one of us storming away from the other. Needless to say, I was excited for finals because we both had to focus 100% on our studies to end the year on a high note.

I looked up from my notes. I barely caught Hannah and Molly’s eyes dart back down to their books when I felt cold, skinny fingers cover my eyes. I had felt these hands all over me many times before, I knew who it was before she even said, “Guess who!”

Nic leaned over my shoulder and kissed my cheek. She moved her hands from my eyes as I turned toward her.

“Want to take a break babe?” Nic asked me with a sexy smile in her eyes. It was an instant turn on for me.

“Yea, let’s get out of here.”

We practically ran to my room. Thankfully my roommate was still in class. I barely had time to slam the door shut as she pulled me to my bed. I fell on top of her as our lips found each other. Nic grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. I unbuttoned her shirt and started kissing her neck and her collarbone. She threw her head back and allowed me to keep going. I moved my kisses to the top of her small B breasts. While sucking on her warm flesh, I moved one hand to her bra clasp and undid it. I used my teeth to slide her bra off, then brought one of her light brown areolas into my mouth. Nic’s hands started roaming. She was trying to unbutton my jeans. I stood up so she could get them down. To her surprise, our strap-on popped out of my jeans and greeted her. She looked up at me.

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Eve and Andi

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It was the first of the month and rent was due. Andi was short about two hundred bucks and knew they had been late last month as well. The apartment manager tried to be nice about it but she also made it clear that she answered to a higher authority (the property management company) and that if Andi and her boyfriend were late on their rent again, they would get more than a late fee. Andi’s boyfriend, Carter, was out of town on a business trip. When she asked him about the rent before he left, he simply told her she should do whatever she could to sort it out with Eve, the apartment manager.

Andi was pissed but she didn’t know what to do. Her schedule had been hectic with job searching but she hadn’t found anything steady. She sold a few photos in an art show but even with that money, it wasn’t enough and she knew she had to come up with something fast before Eve came knocking on her door. She wracked her brain thinking about how to sell a few more photos or about borrowing money from her dad but she hated to do that.

She called up her best friend, Rain, who was quite an entrepreneur and sold knitted goods at street fairs to make ends meet since her recent divorce.

“Jesus Rain, I am 30 years old… too old to not have rent money.”

“It’s alright Andi, we will come up with something. Think about what you can do. I mean, you can sell your photos at the next street fair I am doing.”

“Well when is that?”

“Next Thursday, the 7th.”

“Shit, Rain. Thanks all the same but that’s too late and Eve said the next time we were late…”

Rain cut her off… “I know, let’s have a bake sale!”

“Rain, I totally appreciate your enthusiasm babe but isn’t that a little ‘youth group fundraiser’ even for me?”

“Yeah, I guess so. But you went to culinary school and you never really bake anymore.”

An idea began to rise up in Andi. “I have the best idea! I will make up a flier and teach a baking class. Can I use your house?”

“Sure sweetie.” Andi was glad Rain got the house in the divorce.

“Ok, well, I am going to get on that. I will email you the flier to put up in your neighborhood and I will put one up in my apartments. You are the best! Love you!”

“Love you too babe!”

Rain was Andi’s best friend and they had always been there for each other, since they were 13 years old. They had gotten in their share of trouble together but they had never been mad at each other and they always came up with creative money making ideas together.

Andi fired up her laptop and made a quick flier on word. She kept it simple and sweet with her name, phone number, and the header “Baking Lessons, Price Negotiable.” For good measure she added a photo of a clip art loaf of bread. It was nothing fancy but it would do. She emailed it to Rain and then printed off five copies to put up around her apartments. She figured there was no time like the present and grabbed some push pins to go tack them up.

When she got to the laundry room, she was glistening with sweat. It was really hot outside and even hotter in a room with 10 dryers. That’s when the flaw in her plan occurred to her, it was easily 90 degrees and who would want to learn how to bake when it is 90 degrees outside? She figured it was too late so she hung the flier anyway a headed on back to her sweltering apartment. Even with the sliding glass doors open and all of the fans blasting, it was sticky-hot at best and unbearable at most. She felt like it was probably hot enough to bake bread on the counter top. She cracked a cool one and slid a wedge of fresh cut lime down into the bottleneck. All she had to do then was wait.

It was too hot in the bedroom to sleep so she lie on the couch in boxers and an undershirt and fell asleep watching a bad porno. It seemed like Carter was gone a lot these days and she has been insatiable. She felt like she might have to take on another side job to support her porn habit. Since Carter was gone, she felt no need to clean up and her erotica books, dirty magazines, and rented porno’s were all over the living room. It was a regular jill-off palace at her place. The fake orgasm and whirring fan put her right to sleep.

The next morning a loud knocking on the front door awoke Andi. It was almost a “cop knock” like someone was about to bust the door wide open. Confused, and in the middle of a hot dream, Andi stumbled to the door, still in her boxers and undershirt. She looked through the peephole and saw the apartment manager, Eve, standing on her doorstep.

“Fuck, not now” she thought.

She opened the door a little bit.

“Look,” she whined, “I know my rent is late but I am trying to figure it out and I totally know I am in trouble with you but Carter…”

“Stop!” Eve assertively interjected. “That’s not why I’m here.”

Maybe it was the dream she had been having or the fact that she was usually scared of seeing Eve since it meant she had done something wrong, but she had never noticed how incredibly gorgeous Eve was. Her eyes Casibom were captivating and deep brown in color. She was shorter than Eve by a few inches but she had a solid stature that oozed confidence. She was solid and strong. She had large, round breasts and a small waist but a firm, ample belly. Her skin was cocoa, smooth looking, and Andi found herself magnetically pulled to Eve at that moment. She wanted to slide her had down velvety arms. She had never really been attracted to a woman enough to act on it before but something about Eve’s confidence and closely cropped head made Andi a bit weak in the knees.

Eve snapped her back to reality. “I’m not here for that. Is this yours?” She held in her hand, one of the pink fliers Andi made the night before.

“Oh…” Andi was confused, “yes, that is mine, look, if it’s not OK that I posted it, I’m really sorry.”

Now it was Eve’s turn to look confused. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that, well, my girlfriend has been traveling abroad for months and I just thought I should make her something really special when she gets back. Do you think you can teach me to bake bread?”

“Yeah! Of course I can. I am using my friend’s kitchen so I will have to set up a time and date to do it. Can you do it tomorrow?” Andi was thrilled. She thought she could kill two birds with one stone and earn some money while getting in good with the manager.”

“She gets back tomorrow so I have to do it today. Can you do it?”

“Well, I think my friend is working today but I can call her.” Andi worried that her opportunity was quickly walking out the door.

“Can’t we just do it here? How about right now?”

Andi’s head was reeling and she was desperately trying to figure out how to make this work.

“Yeah, I guess so… let me think… yes, I have all of the ingredients here. Come on in.”

Andi stepped out of the way to let Eve in to the apartment. Her large frame took up all of the doorway so she stepped sideways as Eve drifted past her. Her scent was overwhelming. She smelled like some sweet men’s cologne and sweat. And no wonder she was sweating, she had on long jeans, belted, with a long sleeve dress shirt tucked in.

As Eve got further into the apartment and started to look around, Andi suddenly remembered her porn was laying around. It was too late. Eve looked a little bit curious and Andi was mortified.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. If you could just give me a minute to pick up. Carter has been out of town for awhile and…”

“Don’t worry about it, Andi, my place looks the same. Remember what I said about my girlfriend.”

Andi felt reassured. “Right. Sorry. So, you have a girlfriend? Like, girlfriend girlfriend or like roommate girlfriend?” She immediately regretted her question. “I am so sorry, it is totally none of business.”

“It’s fine. Seriously, I am not shy. She’s my actual girlfriend. We have been together about three years.” Her skin was shimmering with sweat and she seemed all too happy to talk about her girlfriend.

“Great, that’s really cool. That’s about how long Carter and I have been together.”

An awkward tension seemed to be building but Andi couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

“Anyway, let’s talk about what kind of bread you want to make!” Andi seemed eager to ease the tension with the actual purpose of the visit.

Eve took over with the confidence she always seemed to exude and lead herself right to the kitchen.

“Where do you keep your cookbooks? I was thinking just a nice loaf of fresh French bread or maybe some Challah, my girlfriend is Jewish.”

Andi gestured to the bookcase with the cookbooks on it. She grabbed a rubber band from around her wrist and tied up her long, strawberry blond locks.

“Listen, I am just going to go change really quick, go ahead and look through the books. That green one has a great French bread loaf on page17.” Andi was dying to put a bra on at least.

“Don’t change on my account. You look really comfortable.” Eve looked her up and down like she was eying a glass of ice water dancing across a scorching desert toward her. Andi felt Eve’s gaze glide over her body but she felt anything but self-conscious. Eve inspected the large, round body before her, the alabaster, creamy skin, tattooed with many colorful images. She admired the obviously pierced nipples poking out of Andi’s undershirt, affixed to small, pert breasts. She let her eyes rest on Andi’s substantial belly and generous thighs. Andi felt then like she was intoxicated and that she had just been drunk up through a straw and digested inside of Eve, a very comfortable place to be.

“Well, if you don’t mind…” Andi felt a stirring in her, which clearly came from the attention. Her nipples got even harder beneath her less than adequate, ribbed cotton undershirt and she felt her clit throbbing. She didn’t have any idea what was happening to her. She had never really been with a woman and wasn’t sure of what she had experienced was actually Casibom Giriş sexual in nature. She had kissed a girl once in high school but she got freaked out and never told anyone about it. She had fantasized about women but she had never really met one she was this attracted to. It was magnetizing. It was arresting. It was hot in her kitchen. To distract herself, Andi turned on the oven and got out her mixing bowls and measuring cups.

“Can I do anything to help yet?” Andi had been lost in her own mind and had forgotten that she was supposed to be teaching Eve, which meant every step of he way she would have to guide her. She had no idea that the tables would soon be turned.

“Yeah, ok, grab those silver canisters and we can get started.” She didn’t even need a recipe really. She had been making her favorite bread recipe since she was just a little girl. She would help her mom and when it was time to bake the bread, her mom would cut off a small piece of dough that Andi would shape into a turtle or a heart and that she got to eat it all by herself when it was done baking.

Andi grabbed the yeast and explained to Eve how they had to mix the yeast with hot water and a little bit of sugar to get the yeast started. “It gets all bubbly and active and then it’s ready to go.” As an afterthought she added, “You know, it’s like foreplay.” She immediately regretted saying it because the tension in the room was already obvious and she was just contributing to it.

Eve, on the other hand, didn’t even blink. She just listened and stared at Andi. It was the kind of stare someone who was deciding whether or not to cheat on their girlfriend might make and they both knew it. Andi opened the fridge and poured some ice-cold water out of the pitcher into two glasses. “Here… let’s cool off a bit.” Of course she only intended her comment to be literal but the metaphoric implications were also obvious. Eve took the water but did not break eye contact.

After some awkward conversation about books and poetry, the yeast was ready. Andi started measuring the other ingredients and explaining to Eve how to mix them in. When it came time to let the dough rise, it was clear that it would be awkward to remain in the kitchen but the only other option was the porn scattered living room. Andi decided to brave it.

Once they settled in the living room, Eve began to look around.

“I love that print you have… is it Waterhouse?”

“No, actually it’s Rosetti… they had a similar style. Their women were beautiful, don’t you think? I have always loved the women with the long, soft looking hair and colorful lips.”

“Long hair is too hot.”

Andi realized that Eve had a shaved head and clearly didn’t favor long hair. Her own hair was wrapped up in two buns on the side of her head. She had been growing it for a few years.

“Yeah, actually it is too hot. I used to shave my head but I just decided to see how patient I could be and let it grow.”

Eve sensed that Andi was a bit uncomfortable. She hadn’t meant to imply that Andi’s hair wasn’t attractive.

“Your hair is beautiful. Take it down.”

Andi wasn’t sure if she had heard Eve right. There was something commanding about the voice that made her feel like she must comply, like it was more of a demand than a request. Something about having this spicy butch woman bossing her around made her even hotter. Without hesitation or questioning, she unwound her buns, laying the booby pins on the coffee table.

“See now, your long hair is beautiful. The red is so striking. Is it your natural color?”

“No, well, I am blond and I dye it red but it goes well with my coloring. At least that is what people tell me.” She was blushing like a schoolgirl crushed out on a teacher.

“It looks so soft.” Eve reached out to touch Andi’s hair and just then the timer went off. Andi felt almost relieved by the sound and she rushed up to the kitchen to turn the dough out. She got a large, silicone mat out of the cupboard and she sprinkled flour on it as she explained how important it was to keep the bread dough from sticking to the mat while kneading it. Eve watched Andi double the dough over itself and press down, making the muscles in her fleshy upper arm stand out.

“Ok, now you try…” Andi stepped aside, wet clumps of dough entwined in her fingers.

Eve stood next to the board and began copying Andi’s technique.

“You make it look so easy. Perhaps I am doing something wrong?”

Andi came and took over, demonstrating the technique again. Eve stood directly behind her. Andi could feel Eve’s hot breath on her neck but she was afraid to stop what she was doing. Butterflies had begun in her stomach and she wasn’t sure how to respond. Eve put her arms around Andi and slid her hands down Andi’s arms very gently. She held Andi’s arms and did the kneading with her.

“There, you see, that’s not so bad,” said Andi with a croak.

“Are you alright Andi?”

Andi was visibly trembling Casibom Güncel Giriş now. He croak must have given away her discomfort.

“Yes, I’m… I’m… just hot is all.”

Andi tried to turn around but Eve forcefully laid her palms down on top of Andi’s and pinned them to the counter on either side of the dough. Andi immediately felt the familiar wetness in her crotch of irreversible hunger. She thought she might pass out. She was afraid to move. She was stunned and shaking from the sexual adrenaline.

“Well then,” cooed Eve in her ear, “Maybe you just need to take it easy and cool off. Don’t move… I will get your water.”

Just as suddenly as she had pinned her down, Eve let go and walked off into the living room. Andi knew better than to move. She had no idea what would happen but she didn’t want to blow the moment. Eve came back in the room with the glass of ice-cold water. She came back up behind Andi and pushed her body against Andi’s, pinning her to the counter again. She reached around to Andi’s front and slowly poured the glass of water down the front of her tank top, soaking the thin cotton and setting Andi’s nipples on fire.

“Now there, that should cool you down.”

Eve was so seamless in her execution of this move that Andi wondered whether or not this was really happening.

“Is that better?”

“Uh… I… ah… yes?” Andi’s mind was racing with possibilities. If only one of the porno’s she had watched had a plot half as good as this, she wouldn’t ever be sexually frustrated again.

“Do you like that Andi? I have been thinking about you for a long time.”

“Uh… you have?”

“Yes. Once when you came back from the pool you undressed in your living room and your curtain was open. I saw you and I knew I needed to have you. It seemed like you knew I was watching and you were so languid in your movements.”

“Yes…” she tried to explain but nothing else would come out. She remembered that day. She was so hot she couldn’t bear to close the curtains all the way and block out the breeze. It was the middle of the day so she didn’t really think anyone was around to see her. She had moved so slowly because she was slightly sunburned and every movement that creased her skin put her in pain.

Eve took Andi’s silence as consent and slid her hands around Andi’s waist and slowly up Andi’s clinging tank top. She cupped Andi’s small breasts in her hands and squeezed the nipples between two fingers. Andi couldn’t help herself. She moaned audibly. Her nipples were pierced and they were extremely sensitive. The moisture continued to pool in her shorts and her clit throbbed. She wanted more but she was afraid to ask for it lest it destroy the magnitude of the moment. Eve clearly got off on power and Andi wanted to play along.

Eve removed one hand and brought it back up to tangle in Andi’s hair. She pulled back sharply, exposing Andi’s bare throat. Andi moaned even louder and there was no longer any question of exactly what was happening in that kitchen. With Andi’s throat exposed, Eve licked her neck and sunk her teeth in gently. It was all Andi could do to not cum right then and there but she wanted the moment to last and she was so hot. She wanted to taste Eve, to feel Eve inside her and to be fucked, hard.

Eve, with her hand still twisted up in Andi’s hair, flipped her around to face her. Andi had been holding on to the edge of the counter with the mat with the dough on it and as Eve spun her around, the mat flew off the counter. The dough made a distinct thud as it hit the linoleum and flour went flying everywhere. Eve forced Andi to look into her eyes as she said “Tell me what you want.”

Andi was overwhelmed and speechless. She had fantasized about moments like these but didn’t know what to do when it was actually happening. She said the first thing that came to mind, hoping it didn’t sound too much like a line out of a bad porno.

“I want… I want… to… to taste you.”

In that seamless way that she always managed to maintain control over the situation, Eve pulled Andi down to her knees in a spray of flour and sweat and let go so she could unbuckle her black, leather belt. She undid her jeans and at the exact moment the zipper slid down, Andi knew there was no going back in her life, in any way. This was the way it is supposed to be, she thought. History in the making.

Andi fumbled to pull at Eve’s jeans but Eve pushed her away. She stepped back, leaving Andi on her knees on the kitchen floor as she slowly unbuttoned each and every button on her dress shirt, exposing a black spots bra. She slid off her jeans and stood there in her boxer briefs, a previously hidden bulge painfully obvious underneath the material.

“Come here.” Eve stated.

Andi began to get up off the floor. To acquiesce.

“NO!” Eve quipped. “Stay on your knees.”

Andi walked over on her knees to where Eve was, her knees sliding along in the flour along the floor. She noticed the ball of dough of by the side of the fridge and wondered if was still salvageable. Even in this moment, she wanted to make sure she fulfilled her teaching duty. When she got close enough Eve grabbed the back of her head and pushed Andi’s head into the crotch of her boxer briefs.

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An Ocean Apart

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This is the sequel to my story “An Exercise in Fertility.” This story is intended to be stand-alone, but you might find it easier to follow if you read them in order. Thank you all for your kind and beautiful feedback on my previous stories and poems, and I hope you enjoy this one as well.

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

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The boy’s cheeks dripped with tears as his knees dripped with blood. His little body shook with sobs. He tried to sit and rest on the sidewalk, but an older girl held his hand and urged him along.

“Come on, Jakey,” she said. “We’re almost home. I know it hurts, but my mom will fix it. She can fix anything.”

“But Jenny, what about my bike?” he asked.

“I’ll go back for it later,” she said. “That’s a nasty scrape, we need to get it cleaned up.” He stood back up and followed her. He trusted his nice cousin Jenny, even more than he trusted his own brother Howie. Well, actually he could trust Howie to be mean. He was glad he was with Jenny because Howie would have just laughed instead of helping.

“What happened, Jakey?” Jenny’s mother asked when she examined his badly scraped knees.

“I fell off my bike, Aunt Giselle,” he said. “I hit a big rock I didn’t see.”

“Oh, poor thing! This might sting a little bit.” She sprayed his knees with something, and it smelled funny, and it did hurt. A lot. He bit his lip to avoid crying, because adults always told him he needed to be brave. Also, Jenny was right there staring at the blood, and he didn’t want to keep being a baby in front of her.

To take his mind off the pain, he watched his aunt while she put on bandages. Her brown hair was wet, like it always seemed to be, and there were little water droplets on her skin. She smelled like swimming pool, but he liked that. She loved swimming, just like he did. He remembered a question he wanted to ask her.

“Aunt Giselle? Is it true that you’re a mermaid?” She looked surprised at the question but smiled like it made her happy. Cousin Jenny burst out in giggles.

“Now where on Earth did you hear such a thing?” his Aunt asked.

“My mom told my dad that you swim like a mermaid.”

“Well, that was truly kind of your mother to say. But it’s just an expression, I’m not a real mermaid.”

The boy couldn’t keep the disappointment off his face. He almost felt tears welling up again.

“I wish you could be a real mermaid,” he said. His knees felt better already, like her hands had magic in them. The kind of magic mermaids might have.

Aunt Giselle smiled and stared at him with her big green eyes. They really were green, he noticed, like the ocean was sometimes green. Most people who said they had green eyes actually had kind of mud-colored eyes. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. He thought her lips would feel dry and scratchy, like his grandmother’s, or wet and soggy like his other aunts and even his mom, but instead they felt warm and smooth and soft, like he thought mermaid lips would feel.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “Since you’re being such a brave boy…we’ll pretend that I’m a mermaid. Just for you. Does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” he said, his happiness breaking out in a big grin. “I mean, yes please.”

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I had just gotten out of class when I got the text from Dalia, who was my Cousin Jenny’s girlfriend and soon-to-be-fiancée.

Dalia: ‘Can u come over today?’

Me: ‘Sure what’s up?’

Dalia: ‘Bad news her mom is not coming’

Me: ‘What??? Seriously? Is Jenny ok?’

Dalia: ‘No she’s pretty upset. We need u.’

Me: ‘On my way 45 minutes’

When I arrived at the apartment they shared, Dalia put a finger to her lips as she opened the door.

“She’s sleeping,” Dalia said in a low voice. “Sorry you rushed over. But I know she’ll really want to see you when she wakes up. Can you stay for a while?”

“Of course,” I said, giving Dalia a big hug. She was a gorgeous, statuesque, rather muscular brunette who was only a few inches shorter than my 6’4″ height. “So, tell me what happened.”

“Jenny tried to call her mom a couple of times and left messages. She never got through. Then her Aunt Rose, uh, your mom called us. She said she got a call from Giselle saying she’s too busy and can’t come out for the delivery. She wouldn’t even call Jenny herself.”

“Fucking hell,” I growled, feeling anger boiling up fast. My stuffy, traditional extended family had taken years to accept Jenny as a lesbian, but they had finally come around. Most of my relatives even seemed genuinely happy about Jenny’s pregnancy.

The only holdout, though, was the most important one: my Aunt Giselle, Jenny’s own mother.

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As I grew into late childhood, I was aware that my Mermaid Aunt and I shared a special bond. We were, as she put it, “water babies.” At grandma’s house, we were always the first ones in the pool in the morning, and we were splashing and playing long Casibom after everyone else was sunburned and exhausted. On a couple of shared vacations at the beach, she taught me open water swimming techniques and we raced each other through the waves. She always told me I moved naturally in the water, like she did.

Giselle, my mom’s youngest sister, had been a star swimmer in high school and college. For a time, she had Olympic aspirations. At 20, those dreams ended. She was impregnated by an older man and they decided to get married. She sacrificed her swimming career for two decades of marriage to a wealthy but cold and distant man who was a philandering alcoholic.

I remember my father saying, when I was still too young to understand what he meant, that the only good thing to come out of that marriage was Jenny.

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Jenny groaned and struggled to get out of bed. Dalia took her arm and helped her. She waddled to me and we hugged: hers strong and needy, mine careful and delicate.

“For crying out loud, Jake,” she said. “I told you, you can give me actual hugs. The baby’s not made of glass, she won’t break.”

Jenny was seven months pregnant. She was a naturally slender girl, and the pregnancy had been difficult. These days she spent a lot of time in bed, with Dalia doting on her and loving her and doing everything she could to make it better and easier for Jenny. Their love was strong and had already survived difficult obstacles. Any child would be fantastically lucky to have Jenny and Dalia as parents.

And how did I fit into the picture? Well, aside from the fact that I attended college nearby and was geographically the closest relative, there was also the fact that Jenny and I had for many years shared a special connection. “Favorite cousins” might begin to describe our relationship, but our shared history and powerful emotional bond and even physical spark had pushed us toward something closer to taboo romance.

And then there was the fact that I was the baby’s biological father.

With Dalia’s blessing, and even participation, my cousin and I consummated our intense but unorthodox relationship and created Dalia and Jenny’s baby. The rest of the world could assume there was an anonymous sperm donor supplied by an agency. The baby’s true origin was a secret that only Jenny, Dalia and I shared.

Now, the very pregnant Jenny sat awkwardly in a chair in the living room and stared sadly out the window.

“She wouldn’t even call me herself,” Jenny said in croaking whisper. “She called your mom and had her tell me.”

“Maybe that’s not a bad thing,” said Dalia. “At least your Aunt Rose could deliver the message nicely. Your mom…” she trailed off. We knew what she was going to say. Jenny’s mom was a royal bitch who probably didn’t care anymore whether she hurt Jenny.

“So, she told my mom she was too busy to come out,” I said. “What else did she say?”

“I don’t know for sure,” said Jenny. “I got the feeling Rose was holding a lot back to avoid hurting me. I’m hoping you can talk to her and get more detail.” She paused and gave me a determined look. “And I know you’ll probably try to protect me too, but at least you and Dalia can talk about it and tell me an edited version.”

“Sure,” I said. “I can do that. I’ll call mom tonight.”

“You don’t have to do that,” said Dalia. “She’s coming down here. Catching a plane tonight, should be here first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, wow.” I felt out of the loop. “Why? What’s going in?”

“She offered,” said Dalia. “She knows Jen’s having a tough time, and I have a lot going on at work so I can’t be here all the time…”

“I can help out,” I said. “I can come out here more–“

“No,” said Jenny, “you’re doing too much already. You have to worry about school–“

“I can work from here–“

“Jake,” interrupted Dalia, “this is gonna get worse before it gets better. Your mom’s been through this. We know you want to help, but you’re going to be as useless as tits on a bull.”

“Yeah, okay,” I sighed. They were right, and I was glad my mom would be helping out. But I felt terribly sad for Jenny that her own mom couldn’t–

No. Not couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Aunt Giselle wouldn’t be there when her own granddaughter entered the world.

Not for the first time, I wondered how things had gotten to this point.

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The journey from boyhood to manhood is, to paraphrase the song, a long and winding road. There are milestones along the way: your first kiss, your first job, your first car, your first fuck.

There are also developmental stages. For example: when girls stop being weird and annoying, and start being worthy of crushes.

For most guys, this takes place over a gradual period of time through a slow process of maturation and osmosis. They wouldn’t really be able to tell you exactly how or when it happened. For me it was different. I know exactly how and when it happened.

I had just turned 13, I was in my older Casibom Giriş brother’s room, and he wasn’t. Howie and I had a very simple hate-hate relationship, so I felt no guilt about snooping. The fact that I wasn’t finding anything interesting was more likely because he was a sneaky bastard who knew how to hide things rather than because he had nothing to hide.

I had almost given up when I spotted something stuck between two books on his shelf. It was an oversized holiday greeting card, something I vaguely remembered seeing a couple of years in the past. On the front panel, along the top, was a small, festive headline that read “Happy Holidays from Daniel, Giselle and Jennifer.”

The rest of the front panel was a photo of my relatives on a beach somewhere. Hawaii, I assumed, because I knew they went there a lot. I felt a stab of jealousy. I didn’t understand at the time why Howie would have kept that card, but it felt wrong that he had it instead of me. Giselle was my favorite aunt, and Jenny was my favorite cousin, and Jenny hated Howie. I felt like they were my relatives, not his.

I stole the card.

Fuck Howie. He probably wouldn’t miss it, and even if he did, he might suspect I took it, but he’d never know. Having a weasel for an older brother made me good at hiding things too.

Later, in the safety of my own room, I took a closer look at the photo. Uncle Daniel, tall and distinguished and looking like James Bond, was flashing a rare smile, while a young, gawky, coltish Jenny beamed in joyous laughter as he gave her a piggyback ride in knee deep water.

But the photo was dominated by Giselle. Dominated because she was closer to the camera, and because she was more central, and because she was beautiful.

She she wore red two piece swimsuit. She was standing at a slight angle to the camera, which displayed her body contours. She was all long, lean muscle and shallow curves. A classic swimmer’s body.

The grace and confidence of her body was offset by an almost introverted facial expression. Instead of turning her head to look straight at the lens, her face had the same camera angle as her body. Her hair was alive in the breeze and one hand brushed away an unruly strand to reveal a shy side-eye gaze at the viewer. One corner of her mouth quirked up in a half Mona Lisa smile that seemed to hold infinite hidden meaning. She looked sad, vulnerable, and lonely.

Of course, almost all of these impressions came to me later, layered on over the many years that I kept that card. Young Jake simply felt the painful longing of his first schoolboy crush.

For the first time in my life, I had some notion of what it felt like to be in love.

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Dalia and I de-briefed my mom as we drove home from the airport.

“Yes, it’s worse than what I told Jenny,” she said. “Giselle didn’t say she was too busy, she just said she didn’t want to come, period. I tried to convince her to come out later, after the baby’s born, but she flat out told me no.”

“Do you think you might be able to work on her and convince her over time?” asked Dalia.

“I doubt it,” mom answered. “I don’t think she’ll even take my calls. She called me out of the blue, and only because she didn’t want to call Jenny herself. This is the first time I’ve spoken to her in three years. I’ve talked to everyone else in the family, and it’s the same story. She’s cut herself off from us.”

We rode in silence for several minutes. Finally, I asked the questions I’d been holding onto for years.

“Mom, what the hell happened to her?” I asked. “How did it come to this? I’ve never really understood it. Is there some deep dark secret?” Mom thought about for a while, and finally shrugged.

“You were always close to her, so I doubt I know more than you,” she told me. “All I know is, she and Daniel never had a happy marriage, but they stuck it out for Jenny’s sake. By the time she went off to college, they were leading separate lives, so I think they just didn’t feel like divorce was worth the bother. But then after Jenny came out as a lesbian, they decided to split up.”

“I don’t get it,” Dalia said. “I knew Giselle had huge issues with Jenny coming out, but how did that lead to the divorce?”

“Daniel, for all his faults, supported Jenny on this. He thought it was best to let her find her own way. Giselle wanted to convince or even pressure Jenny into…I don’t even know what the word is…renouncing her sexuality, I guess.”

I glanced over at Dalia, who was driving. Her jaw was tense, her eyes staring ahead like the world was her enemy. I knew her own coming out had been even more horrific than Jenny’s. I put my hand on her knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. She gave me a quick glance and only a tiny smile, but I could see her release some of the tension.

“Daniel agreed to a generous divorce settlement for Giselle, so it was over quickly,” my mom continued. “He took off with one of his bimbos and lost touch with all of us, even Jenny as Casibom Güncel Giriş far as I know. Giselle and Jenny had a major falling out, so Giselle set up a trust fund for Jenny to finish college, then she moved to a house in Maui that she got from Daniel in the divorce. And she’s been a virtual recluse from the entire family ever since. Basically, no contact with anyone.”

“Jenny never told me exactly what happened,” said Dalia. “But there was a lot pain and anger, and I was there with Jenny a couple of times when she and her mom were screaming at each other over the phone. I remember, after Giselle just packed up and moved to Maui, Jenny told me ‘she’s dead to me,’ and that was the end of it.”

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The twin terrors, my cousins Richie and Robbie, had me pinned helplessly on the ground. Robbie was sitting on my legs and had a grip on one of my hands. Richie was twisting my other arm and his pudgy body straddled my chest. My brother Howie looked on and laughed cruelly. The family re-union had turned into a nightmare for me.

At thirteen, I was the youngest cousin there. Aunt Giselle, my new crush, didn’t come, but Uncle Daniel and Jenny did show up. My disappointment over Giselle’s absence dissipated the moment I saw Jenny. The gawky teen who’d once picked me up after I crashed my bike was now a radiant 17-year old beauty. I was smitten. Unfortunately, I had no experience in hiding emotions like that, so it was painfully obvious to anyone who saw.

Certainly, my brother and my cousins saw it. They teased me relentlessly and now they had caught me in an upstairs window at grandma’s house spying on Jenny as she swam in the pool.

“You’re in love with your couuu-sin,” said Richie in a taunting, sing-song voice.

“He’s always staring at her butt,” said Howie. “Put your butt in his face. Hey Jakey, you like Richie’s butt too?” Robbie laughed uproariously as Richie tried to follow Howie’s command.

“Oh my god, you guys, stop!” said Cousin Trish, but she was laughing as hard as they were.

Suddenly the door burst open and there was Jenny.

“What the hell are you morons doing?” she shouted. “Leave him alone!”

“Get lost,” growled Richie. Normally, he was a little intimidated by her and wouldn’t talk like that, but he was a lot braver when Howie, the oldest in the group, was around.

Jenny marched into the room and grabbed a handful of Richie’s long, curly hair. She yanked violently. Richie screeched and rolled off me as he tried to follow Jenny while she pulled him away from me.

“Hey, knock it off!” he squealed as his post-puberty voice broke back up into little boys’ range. He struggled to his feet and grabbed the hand that still threatened to give him a bloody bald spot. He tried to twist her arm to make her let go, but she used the nails of her free hand to leave bloody trails from his bicep to his wrist.

“You fucking psycho bitch!” yelled Richie. “We’re gonna tell your dad, and you’re gonna be grounded till you go to college.”

Jenny didn’t even bother looking at Richie. Instead, she glared at Howie, the ringleader.

“Is that right, HOWARD, are you gonna be a little bitch and rat me out?” Howie stared back for a few heartbeats, then gave her a condescending smile.

“Relax, princess,” he said. “We’re just having a little fun with lover boy. Let’s go, guys.” With that, they filed out of the room. Richie tried to give her a tough guy stare on the way out, but he bumped into the doorway and she laughed out loud at him.

Later, she sat next to me on the floor, holding my hand and placing an arm over my shoulders. It would have been the answer to my fantasies, except I was sniveling like the little boy with skinned knees.

“You’re a good kid, Jake,” she said. “They’re not. They’re mean and they hurt you.” I sniffled but didn’t answer.

“I know about hurt, about pain,” she said. “I see it a lot in my house. The thing is, pain comes and goes. But what’s always there is you. You just have ride through it, like waves in the ocean. And if it knocks you down, you have to get back up. Because if you stay down, pain will drown you.”

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Having mom in town was helpful in the sense that I didn’t have to keep making that long bus trip out to my cousin’s apartment. I had a busy but focused five-day period where I got caught up on my studies. But I began to realize that I was falling out of the loop. I really had no sense of how Jenny was doing, and whether my mom and Dalia were holding up okay.

It was pretty clear that this was by design. Keeping me focused on school was a collective priority among the three women in my life. They weren’t going to reach out to me and cause a distraction, and on the rare occasions I found time to call them, all I got was cheerful platitudes. Like it or not, I was going to have to trust them to let me know if anything was going off track.

On the fifth night, they did.

Dalia called and levelled with me that Jenny’s pregnancy was becoming increasingly complicated and she had been to the doctor twice and the hospital once during the last week. The doctors were concerned about Jenny’s condition. In the midst of this, Jenny was insisting on talking to me and she wouldn’t tell Dalia or my mom why.

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Cocklust Ch. 26

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Babes

Our lovemaking session was just as beautiful as I’d hoped.

It happened right after we left the shop. We didn’t even make it back to my place— or to his, for that matter. We just made it as far as the forest, which was the closest place we could be alone. But it turned out to be just as well.

Chad and I laid in a secluded spot, buck naked, while we caressed each other’s bodies. The trees around us swayed in the breeze, and the sun dabbled through the leaves. A bunch of plants were in bloom, which created spots of color around us, and a smattering of petals went drifting through the air.

Chad looked in my eyes as he ran his fingers across my face. Then he whispered: “You remember the last time we were here?”

“What do you mean?”

“It was right after I’d come out to my family,” he said. “Remember how we drove out here, and we kissed by the side of the road…”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I almost forgot about that.”

“I guess that’s when we stopped just being fuck buddies. Wasn’t it?”

“That’s one way to put it—”

“I just remember how badly I wanted you right then. What I would’ve done to have sex with you that night…”

I swallowed. I’d pretty much felt the same way. “Well,” I said, “we had a lot to deal with back then. It’s probably a good thing we held off. At least a little bit.”

“I guess,” he said. He ran a hand down my spine, across my tailbone, and into my asscrack. “Of course, it’s always better late than never…”

I gasped as I felt his fingers enter my hole. I knew we didn’t have any lube with us, but then again, we didn’t necessarily need it. I could think of any number of other ways to pleasure my man.

Chad seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He swung his body around, and without another word, he went down on my cock. Now he had me in a sixty-nine, with his dick right in front of my face. Of course I couldn’t resist that temptation: I gave him a series of kisses, running my lips up and down his shaft, then took him in my mouth.

It felt so good to have him inside me again— in either end— between the hard but tender texture of his flesh, the musky taste of his skin, and the well-practiced movements of his muscles. But the sexiest, most important thing of all was the knowledge that he was all mine. I wanted this man more I’d ever wanted anything in my life. I was so wrapped up in him that I didn’t even care that we were outdoors, in broad daylight, and anyone could’ve caught us. I just savored the moment.

Chad started picking up the pace. As he sucked me, he massaged my balls with one hand, and he kept teasing my pucker with the other. He was making me feel so good, I could only hope to return the favor. I wanted to say something, but my mouth was full too, and I didn’t want to stop servicing him. I just let out a groan and tried to signal how I really felt.

Chad groaned too, quietly at first, then louder and louder. I felt his dick twitch against my lips, and I braced myself for what was coming next. Then, sure enough, his warm salty cum filled my mouth.

I drank from his tap like I was dying of thirst. I could feel his juices slide down my throat and go deep in my body— which was really where they belonged. The sensation was so hot that it got me off too: pleasure cascaded through my body, my muscles tensed up, and I felt myself shoot in Chad’s mouth.

“Mm!” was all he seemed able to say. He ran his tongue around my cockhead, which suddenly felt especially tingly. Then he took me deep into his throat, to the point that I could feel it contract when he swallowed.

“Oh yeah,” I gasped as I took my mouth off his dick. I was still coming down from my high. I practically collapsed and lay flat on the ground. “Damn, I needed that.”

Chad let off a chuckle. “Think of it this way,” he said. “It’s really just a preview of coming attractions.”

We didn’t want to go back to reality quite yet, but at the same time, we didn’t want to get caught. We told ourselves we’d have plenty of alone time later, indoors. So we gathered up our clothes, which were scattered all over the ground. Then we dressed and headed back to the car.

We were just pulling up to my place when we saw Brody nearby. My first thought was to avoid him, but then I saw he was with my neighbor Hannah.

“Aw shit,” I said.

Brody looked pretty drunk. We couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he was clearly hitting on Hannah, and he seemed to be getting belligerent. She tried to push him away, but then Brody grabbed her arm.

“Fuck,” Chad said. He and I opened our car doors just as Hannah broke free. Brody stumbled backward while she ran toward her apartment.

“You bitch!” Brody yelled after her. “Y-you… you think you can do better than me?”

“Dude!” Chad said. “Leave her alone!”

Brody turned to us. “What… what the fuck are you doing here?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Yeah, well fuck you!” Brody yelled, then turned and staggered away.

Chad and I exchanged glances. We both tried to gauge what Casibom to do. Part of me wanted to report this, though Brody would probably claim we were out to get him or something.

“Wow,” Chad said. “Didn’t he do something like that to Kaylee?”

“From what I heard,” I replied.

“Then who the hell is he to be filing complaints? He’s pretty much asking for a sexual harassment charge. If not worse.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you’ve got a dad with connections—”

“His karma’s gonna catch up to him someday. It has to.”

I shrugged. “I hope you’re right,” I replied. “Hopefully sooner rather than later.”

We didn’t want to let Brody to spoil our evening, so we did our best to put him out of our minds. Chad offered to take me to dinner, and he suggested going to Riedegost, but I didn’t want to see my co-workers right then. So we went to an Italian place instead— the kind of genuine article where real Italians ate— and Chad ordered some nice wine. Then he did a toast to the days and months to come.

I assumed Chad would get a job to last him through the rest of the spring. He ended up getting some work as a personal trainer, but applying for an internship was almost a job in itself. Chad had started the process when he was in D.C., but it was a lot more competitive than we’d expected, and a lot of spots were already filled. Now he had to spend a lot of time writing essays, submitting transcripts, and filling out forms for background checks and stuff. Of course his connection to Seth didn’t hurt, but he wasn’t getting anything handed to him, for better or worse.

All the same, it was awesome having him back with me. His schedule was flexible enough that he could almost always accommodate mine. No matter how stressed I got with classes or whatever, I felt like I could always come home to him, which was a feeling I’d never really had before.

Then of course there was the sex. Oh fuck, I loved the sex! We drained each other’s balls so much that our glands could barely keep up. And our toys got plenty of use: Chad dug the story of me fucking myself with his dildo, so he asked me to reenact the scene. Of course he was happy to return the favor, so he fucked himself with my dildo while I watched. Chad also loved getting beads up his ass, which I took fiendish delight in yanking out.

Of course the best toys of all were the ones we’d been born with. I’d gotten to be a real connoisseur of Chad’s muscles, tendons, and ligaments, and the way he could use them to dominate me. I adored his perfectly-chiseled Adonis belt and the gorgeous package it led to. Then of course there was the feeling of his fuck stick up my ass. Not to mention his big meaty glutes, and the tight tender hole in between, which could squeeze my manhood just the way I liked it. Fuck!

I didn’t want any of this to end, so I made sure we had a solid plan for the summer. My goal was to keep anything from coming between us for as long as humanly possible. I wanted our lives to run like well-oiled machines, which I knew was easier said than done; but I was determined to avoid any repeat of the summer before.

Slowly but surely, our plans came together. Amy’s graduation would be the first week of June, and after that, we could stay with Chad’s mom. I was hoping to just work for Thaxter, but he warned me he couldn’t pay much, so I’d probably need a second job. Meanwhile, Chad kept following up with Wheeler’s office— not enough to be annoying, but enough to make clear he was interested— in the hopes of landing a spot.

We were in the middle of all this when we got a piece of news we’d been dreading. The Interfraternity Council had been interviewing the Kap Eps, including anyone who’d rushed or pledged us, to see if Brody’s allegations were true. Our initiation rituals were supposed to be secret, so I didn’t say any more than I had to, and neither did Chad. But apparently some alumni saw it differently: at least a few of them confirmed the so-called hazing and said it’d been going on for years.

This did not go over well with the dean’s office, so after much back-and-forth, Luke eventually struck a deal. Our chapter would agree to a four-year suspension, which meant it couldn’t reopen till after we’d all graduated. We would all be barred from joining other fraternities, but in exchange, we wouldn’t get in any further trouble.

It definitely could’ve been worse, but it still sucked. We had to be out of the frat house by the end of the semester, which was not far away. By all indications, the Kap Eps’ sex-filled adventures were over: there’d be no more naked pledges, no more fucking in the game room, and no more randy Spring Breaks. Or at least so we thought.

We’d just started cleaning out the house when we learned how much stuff had come from Brody’s family. Among other things, his father had bought us the pool table years before, and his older brother had donated the futon. The irony was almost too much to handle. After all, Chad and I had lost our man-virginities on that futon, and we were Casibom Giriş pretty sure others had too. Practically all the Kap Eps had defiled it at some point or another.

“You know,” Shane said, “we could always vandalize that shit. Just for fun.”

Luke clucked his tongue. “You want to stoop to Brody’s level?”

“Yeah, why not? After how much he fucked things up for us, why shouldn’t we fuck with him too?”

Marcos put an arm around Ryan. “Well,” he said, “we know what fucks with Brody more than anything: knowing we have gay sex.”

“Ha!” Ryan said. He shot his boyfriend a look. “Is that your way of saying you want to do it down there?”

“That’d be a helluva revenge,” Justin said. “You could leave cum stains all over it. If they ask for it back—”

“Fuck yeah!” Hunter said. “How do I get in on this?”

“You mean like a threesome?”

“Why stop there?” Drew asked. “I’d be up for it too.”

I looked at Chad. I couldn’t help thinking of the time he’d suggested a sex party. Come to think of it, we’d even compared notes on which of the others were the hottest. Then again, that had been at a very different stage of our relationship.

“Hey,” Chad said, “I’m all for getting back at that asswipe. The more we can fuck with him, the better.”

I bit my lip. I didn’t disagree with him— or with the others— but I didn’t want to risk playing with fire. After what Chad and I had been through, the last thing we needed was any more drama. I just wanted to be with Chad, have him to myself, and keep anyone else from getting in the way.

At the same time, I did get hard at the thought of the other guys getting it on. After all, Chad and I had already seen them jack off, and in the case of Ryan and Marcos, we’d even watched them fuck. There was also no denying my longstanding fetish for group sex. So I did want to watch this shit go down.

I knew I had to walk a fine line, and I’d need to be extra sensitive to Chad’s feelings. I could sense the wheels turning in his head, though he didn’t let on. So I took him aside the first chance I got.

“Babe,” I said when we got to his bedroom, “remember what we agreed to. We only want to do stuff we’re both comfortable with.”

“I remember…”

“I don’t want to have sex with anybody but you. I want to be crystal clear on that.”

Chad licked his lips. “Well,” he said, “I don’t want to hold you back—”

“I never said you were holding me back—”

“I know you’re into that stuff. Considering how much of that porn you’ve got.”

“That’s just porn. It’s not real.” I put my arms around him. “You and me… that’s real.”

“Well true—”

“And you know what? You turn me on more than the rest of those guys put together. Including all the porn stars I watch.”

Chad ran his hands through my hair. “That’s a helluva way of saying I love you.”

“Ha!” I smiled and shook my head. “I do love you… and I’m not just saying that to get in your pants.”

“I never said getting in my pants was a bad thing. And you know what? I feel the same way.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss. “I’d never want to make you uncomfortable either.”

I wasn’t sure where this was all headed, but I couldn’t argue with what he was saying. I just kissed him again, and I held him as tightly as I could.

It didn’t take long for the Kap Eps’ plans to come together. The sex party would be that Saturday evening. We couldn’t risk word getting out, so we didn’t invite anyone from the outside. This wasn’t ideal for the straight guys— since it meant there wouldn’t be any girls— but they supported it every step of the way. Luke made clear that this was totally voluntary, so I figured the straight guys would keep themselves busy upstairs.

The game room was already stocked with condoms, lube, and tissues for clean-up. All we had to do was bring drinks and stuff. Chad and I made a grocery run, and we did our best to make it look like we just shopping for ourselves.

When we brought our haul to the basement, we found Hunter was already there. He was watching Twitter porn on his phone, and he was rubbing his crotch through his pants. “Hey guys,” he said. Then he turned off his phone, but as he did, I caught a glimpse of two lesbians fucking.

“We don’t want to interrupt you,” I said.

“I know,” he replied. “It’s just… I know a lot of you aren’t into this stuff.”

“You mean lesbian porn?”

“Well, pussy in general. A lot of people freak out at me being bi.”

Chad set down one of his bags. “I’m not freaked out,” he said. “I mean, I gotta admit, I don’t really get it—”

“I just love sex,” Hunter said. “That’s all it really boils down to. So I can get with either pussy or dick.”

“So if you’re with a girl,” Chad said, “I mean… what do you tell her?”

“Usually nothing. I mean, I don’t lie or whatever… but being into guys is not something you bring up when you’re trying to get some. And if you bring it up later, after you’ve fucked her, it can be even worse. So I usually keep Casibom Güncel Giriş quiet and let girls think I’m straight. And when I’m with guys, I’ll let them think I’m gay. I guess I probably shouldn’t… but whatever.”

“Well,” I said, “I used to think I was bi. Of course that was a while ago…”

“You and a lot of other people,” he said. “It’s the old ‘bi-now, gay-later’… and if that works for you, more power to you. But me, I need both. If I go too long without one or the other, I start craving that shit, and it’s all I can think about… which is why my relationships never last.”

I was about to say something else, but just then Ryan and Marcos came downstairs, with Drew close behind. They were all exchanging stories about hookups they’d had, and they were throwing out ideas around things they could do. I knew Ryan and Marcos had a pretty open relationship, so I figured this would make for an interesting evening.

I did some basic math in my head. Based on our fraternity’s lineup, our little group included twelve balls, six dicks, six boyholes, four guys who were taken, two more who were single, two former athletes, two more muscle types, two twinks— and at least speaking for myself, one really horny guy who couldn’t wait to see it all.

Chad and I finished setting things up, then plopped down on the futon. We were still fully clothed, but my dick was starting to press against my pants, and I could tell Chad’s was too. I felt a hint of butterflies, though I tried to ignore them. I just looked in Chad’s eyes, and I tried to gauge what he was thinking.

The other guys had just gotten situated, and we were about to kick things off, when we heard the door creak back open. My first reaction was that the other shoe must be dropping. All of us stopped what we were doing, and we turned toward the stairs.

Shane quietly peeked into the room. “Uh… hey,” he said.

“Hey man,” Marcos said. “What’s the matter?”

“I…” Shane swallowed hard. “Do you, I-I dunno… mind if I join you?”

This was a twist I hadn’t expected. After all, I’d already felt tempted enough without a bi-curious guy in the mix. I hadn’t forgotten how Shane was one of the guys Chad and I had checked out months before; and I was pretty sure Chad remembered too. I’d always assumed the guy was straight. Shane had seemed cool with gay stuff, but he’d never shown signs of being into it himself.

“Come on over,” Drew replied. “The more the merrier.”

“This is all secret, right?” Shane asked. “Like whatever happens in this room, stays in this room?”

“Yeah exactly,” Ryan said. “It’s all right.”

Shane seemed to tiptoe across the room. He stopped in the middle of the room, then swallowed and looked around. “I mean… I don’t really know how this works…”

“We can teach you,” Hunter said.

Shane took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“How much have you done with a guy?” Ryan asked.

“Well… the closest thing was when we played cum-on-a-cookie.”

“You didn’t seem to have much trouble with that,” Marcos said. “At least not the way I remember it.”

“I-I guess not…”

“Did you like it?” Chad asked.

“I mean… who doesn’t like jacking off?”

“True that,” Ryan said.

“And… since all you guys were into this stuff, I figured there had to be something to it.”

“There is,” Hunter said, and without another word, he stood up and kissed him. Shane didn’t resist; he took Hunter’s tongue in his mouth, and they started making out.

By now, Chad was very clearly pitching a tent. I was tempted to reach over and touch it, but instead I whispered in Chad’s ear: “That sure brings back a memory or two…”

Chad snorted. Then he turned to me and said under his breath: “If you’re thinking of the same thing I am… I remember it being a little different than this.”

“Even so…”

“Hey,” Drew said. “Do you have something you want to share with the group?”

“Yeah,” Chad said facetiously. “Just how my boyfriend is more fuckable than yours.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“And there’s a reason for that.”

Drew gave him a playful slap, but Chad just laughed and threw a pillow at him. Drew swatted the pillow away, and it tumbled to the floor.

Hunter and Shane seemed totally oblivious. They were leaning against the pool table with their lips locked together, and they were running their hands up and down each other’s bodies. Their eyes were closed, so they seemed to be navigating completely by feel.

Finally Hunter broke off the kiss. “Mm,” he said, “you’re pretty good at this. Are you sure this is your first time?”

Shane chuckled. “Uh yeah. Pretty sure.”

“So how does it feel?” Ryan asked.

“It’s… it’s not as weird as I thought. It’s not that different from kissing a girl.”

“That’s because I just shaved,” Hunter said. “I’ll warn you right now, some of my anatomy is totally different.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that out—”

“Want to go explore it yourself?”

I could almost feel my ears perk up. Those words sounded really fucking hot. Chad seemed to be thinking along the same lines: his hands caressed my body, and then he held me tight.

Shane glanced down at Hunter’s crotch. He seemed to go back and forth about what to do next.

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Monday morning came and I dressed and went in to work. When I came home that afternoon, I changed and settled down with a cold beer. Then the door bell rang. When I answered it, it was Alison with another girl who looked a lot like her. I motioned for them to enter. When I closed the door, Alison unbuttoned her blouse, unzipped her skirt and dropped both on the floor. She slide her feet out of her clogs and stepped to one side to get away from her skirt. She assumed the position, over the arm of my love seat with her butt in the air and her legs spread. She put her hands on her butt cheeks and spread those cheeks showing her asshole. Then she said, “Fuck my ass, please.”

“Hold it a moment!” I said, “Who is with you and why?”

“She’s my sister, Amanda. She wants to watch me get fucked. I want it now!”

I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, I pushed the shorts down and moved in behind her. I pushed my cock into her asshole until my balls were resting on her cunt.

“Ooh! Give me that cock! Pump my ass! Bang me! Oh! Uh!” She continued to talk dirty while I pumped hard and deep into her ass. I didn’t hold back and quickly pumped white cum deep in her ass. When I stopped, she pulled herself forward off my cock, turned around, knelt down and swallowed me down her throat sucking all the cum and ass juice until I was clean. Her sister just watched in amazement as all this happened without saying a word but breathing fast and hard.

I looked at her and said, “Well, Amanda, do you like watching your sister get butt fucked?”

She nodded her head slowly and replied, “Oh, yes. It’s so hot. I just didn’t believe Alison was into hot sex like that even though she said she was.”

Alison said, “She has always been more active than me, but now I can show her a few things now.”

I said to Amanda, “Strip off. Let’s see what you look like.”

Amanda looked doubtful for a moment and Alison said, “You said you would if I proved I could get it up my ass. Now, Sis. Do what you agreed.” With that, Amanda started by pulling her blouse over her head, kicked off her shoes, and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and peeled them down her legs. She stood there in bra and bikini panties until Alison said, “Take it all off. You said you would.” Amanda reddened a little but reached back and unhooked her bra. She slipped it down her arms and off. Then she put her thumbs in her panties and slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. Now, she also was totally naked. Like her sister, she was a bit taller than average probably around five Casibom foot, nine or so. She had more tits than Alison by just a little. Her waist was small with a flat stomach and nice hips. From the front, it looked like she would also have a nice, tight ass. I motioned for her to turn around and she slowly rotated letting both her sister and me have a good, thorough look at her body.

I liked what I saw and my cock started to harden again. She saw my reaction and smiled.

“Is it my turn now?” she asked.

I nodded, “Where do you want it?”

“Fuck my ass, too. I like it hard and deep.”

She turned and bent over the sofa arm and I chuckled, “Sisters are alike.”

“Pump my ass full of cum. Now. Put it in me.”

I moved behind her and then I stopped. “Put me in her ass, Alison” Both girls eyes widened and Alison moved forward and gently took my cock and placed it at her sister’s ass hole. I pushed in and Amanda’s ass gave way readily letting me into her ass.

“Ooh! That’s so hot!” Alison exclaimed.

“Uuh! Push it in me! Go deep!” Amanda cried. I started pumping my cock in and out of her ass. She was able to take me in her ass with little lubrication making it obvious that she had had her ass fucked before.

“Alison,” I said. “Go around and let her suck my cum from your ass.” Alison quickly complied bending on the love seat and pushing her butt in her sister’s face. Amanda hesitated and I quit moving. “Do it, Amanda,” I commanded. Amanda leaned forward slowly and stuck her tongue in her sister’s butt beginning to lick my cum and Alison’s ass juices. I started fucking her ass again and she moved even tighter to her sister’s butt to get her mouth over her asshole and to better lick her out. Watching this hot scene of the two sisters really got me going and I started fucking her butt as hard as I could, slamming into her without mercy.

Amanda lifted her head from her sister’s ass and cried out, “Fuck! Fuck my ass! Harder! Faster! Cum in my ass! Give it to me! Ooh! More!” She moved her mouth back to her sister’s ass and moaned into her hole, “Oooh! Uuh!”

At that moment, I let myself go and pumped a full load into her hole stuffing her with as much cock as I had and grinding against her butt cheeks to give her every last inch of cock. I could feel her ass constricting against my cock pulling every bit of cum from it. Finally, I quivered to a halt fully emptied into her ass. Slowly, I pulled back and my now limp cock fell down as it came out. I pulled at her removing her mouth from her sister’s Casibom Giriş ass and turned her around. When she turned around, I pushed her down and she took my cock in her mouth cleaning it of any residue. Alison looked at what happened when her sister’s mouth left her ass. Seeing her sister kneeling down and sucking my cock, she moved off the love seat, lay on her back and slid under her sister. She put her mouth to her sister’s ass and started sucking my cum and her sister’s ass juice out of her ass. They only stopped when there was no more. We all lay back exhausted.

“Girls, that was fun.” I said. “Did you like it?” Both heads nodded. I said, “As soon as I can get it up, we’ll do some more.” Both heads nodded and Alison grinned.

“I knew Amanda would like what your cock could do. She will like your friends, too.”

“Friends!” Amanda exclaimed. “How many have you had in your butt?”

“Lots. They made me air tight, dp’d me and fucked my ass so long and hard I could hardly sit. I loved it and I knew you would like to join in and be part of the fucking.”

“Yes, I like fucking, particularly, if all Ken’s friends are as good as he is.”

“Oh, yes! They are! They are!”

“Now, it’s Monday,” I said. “I’ll have to see who is available and when if you want a group of guys to ream your holes.”

“Bring ’em on!” exclaimed Amanda. “There can’t be too many or too soon!”

“Your butt slut is ready,” said Alison. That statement got Amanda’s attention.

“What do you mean, butt slut?” she asked.

“After Ken fucked me in all my holes. I asked how to get him to do me again. He told me to come over, step inside, strip, and bend over the arm of the love seat. After doing that and willingly taking a bunch of guys in my ass, he told me I was his butt slut and I agreed.” She replied. “I just can’t get enough fucking.”

I made a few calls. It didn’t take long to line up a bunch to come over tomorrow for a gangbang. I went into the living room where the girls still were laying and said, “Well, it’s set for tomorrow. There are enough guys coming over to bang you both.” Looking at Alison, I said, “Tracey will be here, too.”

“Great! Her cunt and ass taste as good as yours does, Amanda!”

“When should we come over?” Amanda asked.

“Anytime after five will be fine. I will get here from work by then and some guys will be arriving with me.” I replied. “Now, who’s going to suck my cock and get fucked?”

Amanda went to her knees in front of me and throated my shaft pushing her nose into my pubic Casibom Güncel Giriş hair. Her sister knelt behind me and started licking my ass. Then she pushed her tongue into my asshole. That was a fantastic feeling and the two quickly got my cock rock hard. I pushed Amanda away and told her to turn around. She got on her knees with her face at the floor and reached back to spread her ass cheeks. I moved into position and shoved my cock all the way in her ass flattening her butt cheeks and mashing her fingers. Alison caught up and was trying to lick my ass. “Work on Amanda’s cunt,” I said. She rolled over and started sucking on Amanda’s cunt. “Finger her cunt, Alison,” I said. Alison put a finger in her sister’s cunt.

“More Alison,” Amanda said.

Alison added another finger and then a third. When she added a fourth, Amanda’s ass tightened on my cock. I continued to pump Amanda’s ass feeling the tightness and said, “Put your thumb in, too. Fist your sister. Make her moan.” Alison added her thumb making her hand long and round and pushed her entire hand into Amanda’s cunt.

“Alison, ooh, shit!” Amanda exclaimed. “Push your hand in farther. Ream my cunt. Make me feel your fingers deep.” Alison pushed further in with her whole hand until she almost was in Amanda’s body to the elbow. “Wiggle your fingers, Sis. Give it to me deep and hard!”

Amanda started to shake. The pressure on my cock was intense as Alison’s hand took up most of the room in that part of Amanda’s body. Alison spread her fingers and Amanda started to moan and then moan louder as I started pumpiing her ass hard. I could feel Alison’s hand around part of my cock and she spread her fingers wiggling them to increase the intensity of the feelings. Finally, it was more than I could bear and I fired my cum deep into Amanda’s rectum. I blasted more than my first two loads filling her ass and making squishing sounds as I moved to complete my orgasm and finish Amanda. Finally, I pulled my cock back and it popped out of Amanda’s ass. Immediately, Alison’s mouth was there swallowing the cum and ass juices that were on it. I realized that I may never have another cum that intense (though I was willing to try!) Amanda fell forward weakly and Alison withdrew her hand slowly as she finished cleaning my cock. She then moved to Amanda’s ass and licked and sucked to get it clean. Amanda could only weakly moan as her orgasm left her only half conscious. Finally, Alison rolled on her back and we all rested.

After a while, Alison got up and said, “Am, we should be getting home before Mom wonders where we are and starts asking questions.”

Amanda moaned an affirmative and slowly got to her feet. The girls got their clothes on and walked out tiredly. Amanda had a noticeable waddle to her gait.

“See you tomorrow, girls,” I said.

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I love my girlfriend, that’s why I didn’t understand why my body needed more. I can not begin to describe how ashamed I was for wanting something more out of our fulfilling and satisfying relationship. We enjoyed each others company still, after 7 years of “marriage.” We had a healthy sex life still. At least once a week, I would feel her mouth kissing the back of my neck and her hand creeping down my pants. Likewise, I would often see her and want nothing more than to rip off her pants, bend her over a chair and finger fuck her from behind. We made love frequently and passionately. It wasn’t until last September I found out what was missing.

Laura had to work late on night so I had gone to the movies with some friends. The movie was a suspense thriller, I can’t even remember the name of it now but I can vividly remember a scene. There was a sex scene in it that struck a chord with me. It was in a regular movie theater so it wasn’t too obscene but the gist was the female character had upset the male character in some way while they were getting it on. Then some crazy ‘can’t show the audience this’ effects followed by a loud smack. It didn’t show clearly what was happening but the implication was it was palm on ass. I expected a scream or some act of protest from the female lead but to my surprise she liked it! I had never witnessed this before. I stole a glance at my friends and in the small amount of light I had I could tell they were not aghast by this situation. I was fascinated and decided I wanted to try it.

I couldn’t ask Laura to do that for me. I couldn’t ask her for anymore than she was giving me. It would be selfish and almost hurtful in my mind to ask her to and imply that she was not giving me what I needed. She most certainly was, I just wanted more. Especially this. I know this would have a drastic affect on her and bring up ugly memories of her past. So I tried to inflict myself with sharp slaps while I was masturbating, I liked it but it was too difficult to do while losing myself in the sensations.

I was able to keep this fantasy in the back of my mind for the most part. Even so, sometimes when we made love, I imagined her doing things she wasn’t and foolishly thought it would be unnoticed. In early February we were in bed. She had me on my knees with my hands tied to the headboard. She was wearing a rather large strap-on and was drilling the thick blue cock into me. I was ramming my body back into hers so ensure I could get the cock as far into me as possible on each thrust. And so my ass would have firm contact with her hips. For in my mind she was not only fucking me but I was also receiving a spanking. Every time my ass slammed against her skin I focused on the sensation and envisioned her hand falling on that spot. I hear her say in my head ” look at how your cunt swallows my cock, fucking slut” with that I pushed my ass higher in the air, wanting to meet the next blow, I was so close to coming when suddenly it all vanished.

I felt her slowly pull out of me and I turned to looked at her but all was black, I was blindfolded. I heard “baby look at me,” and I opened my eyes, I was only blindfolded in my fantasy. “Where are you?” she asked looking concerningly in my eyes.

“I’m right here baby,” I stammered, unable to meet her eyes.

She lay down beside me, leaving me tied. “No you’re not. Please tell me what is going on.”

I looked up at her and felt a tear roll down my cheek, and her kiss it away. “I was imagining you were doing something to me,” I finally said.

“But I was doing something to you,” she said with a grin.

“Doing something in addition to what you were doing to me,” I said letting my gaze fall again in shame.

“Please tell me. I can’t do it unless I know what you want me to do sweetie,” she told me.

“No I could never ever ask you to do anything like it. I’m so sorry baby” beginning to cry harder I struggle against the fuzzy handcuffs holding me in place. “Let me out of these please,” I begged her through my tears. She released me from the restraints and I quickly left the room without another word.

I climbed into the big comfy chair in our living room. Pressing my eyes into my hands I try and calm myself down using the technique my mother taught me. I recited the alphabet aloud over and over again until I stop crying. Then I reach down and collect a composition book I had stashed in between the arm and the cushion of the chair. I had been writing down one of my fantasies when Laura had come home unexpectedly and I scrambled to hide the book. I opened it to the fantasy I had been writing and read through it again

I walked in the door to a dark, seemingly empty house. I kicked off my shoes at the door, dropped my bag next to them and reached for the light switch when a voice enveloped the room “Leave it alone,” it said. The unexpected sound started me and I jumped. The entry way was large and incorporated the living room and kitchen so I had no way of determining where the voice had come from. It wasn’t long before I found out. I heard the distinct tapping of high heeled shoes on the wood paneled floor. I sensed a hand reaching behind me and heard Casibom the door I just walked through being locked. Before I could move away I felt a strong hand on my wrist and I was being pulled into the living room. “Where have you been you little slut,” my assailant demanded. “You will have to be taught a lesson, no one leaves me sitting at home alone and horny,” rasped the voice. It was then I realized it was Laura and instantly felt the effect between my legs. The roughness in which she was treating me, the authority she was demanding, and the promise of a lesson to be taught was sending my imagination into overdrive and I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties. I was dragged to the large cushy chair and forced over it so that I was bent over the back of the chair with my ass hanging out in the air. I felt my belt being ripped off and my pants being tugged down around my ankles. “Do you think this flimsy little thing is going to stop me from giving you what you deserve,” Laura asked in a mocking voice while she toyed with my thong. She chuckled to herself and them grabbed my thong and yanked! Ripping it straight off. I gasped as I felt the thin piece of fabric cut into me before giving way. Not a second later I heard a loud crack and a sharp warm stinging on my left ass cheek. Fuck that was painful and oh fuck how I wanted more! “How dare you leave me sitting at home pining for you!” she said as another blow landing on my skin. I felt blow after blow until my ass was burning; I jumped as a large object was shoved into my dripping cunt. It filled me up completely and I heard Laura grunt as she pulled out and slammed into me again. She soon got into a rhythm of thrusting and spanking, over and over

I stopped reading and took a moment to catch my breath. I had been writing that when Laura came home from work a few hours earlier and obviously it was still in my mind. I couldn’t believe I had let the fantasy creep into our sex session like that. I put the book back into the crevice in the chair and vowing not to think about my little fantasy again, I would throw that away in the morning. I got up and walked back to the bedroom. Laura had gone to sleep so I crawled into bed with her, not bothering to put any cloths on. I was trying to get comfortable and my foot accidentally brushed her leg. She groaned in her sleep, rolled over and put her arms around me, never actually waking up. I took comfort in her sleeping embrace and soon followed her to dreamland.

When I woke up the next morning Laura had already left for work. I glanced at the clock. 10:07 stared back at me in bold red glowing lights. I had the day off and after a quick calculation I gathered I had about 8 hours before Laura came back and I would be forced to explain yesterday. I stretched in bed and decided I’d go for a ride. Pulling on some workout clothes and sneakers I hoped on my bike and started peddling. Going nowhere in particular I started heading to town. I’d gone about 6 miles when I decided to turn back, half entertaining the idea of pulling a Forest Gump and just keeping going. It seemed like a more appealing option than explaining yesterday to Laura. I reached the house and was dismayed at the amount of time that had passed I’d only been gone an hour. That means I had 7 hours left to stew. I went into the bathroom and turning the bath dials on hot and took a long shower. With still over 6 hours of solitude I decided to clean. Hardcore clean. What my mom would call ‘Grandma clean’. After 4 hours of that the house was spotless, not a mote of dust could be found; new sheets were on the beds, all the laundry was done. I even took out the coffee stain in the carpet of the computer room. Having exhausted that means of distraction I decided to make a special dinner for Laura, in hopes I may combine spices in a way to erase her memory of the last 24 hours. After taking a quick stock on the kitchen I decided on one of her favorites, corn chowder and salad. Not really a dish that takes 5 hours to prepare so I decided to make some fresh bread first and brownies. I made up the batter for my extra fudge chocolate chip brownies and put it in the fridge for the time. I’ll pop them in the oven when we sit down to eat, I thought. Then I made two French bread loafs and the house smelled wonderful. Damnit, it was still too early to start the main course so I decided I may to a little online shopping.

I soon found myself at a lingerie site. I ran across a gorgeous little negligee that I knew Laura would do a double take if she saw me wearing. I quickly added that to my cart and was about to purchase it when I spied a ‘Fetish’ tab. I clicked on it, just to see what would be in there. Big mistake. The first object on the screen was a tall black woman in a leather teddy with tall leather boots holding a riding crop. I could feel my nipples strain against my shirt and my pussy tightens around an object I wished was there. I quickly left that page before my body reacted anymore. I went to the checkout and bought the negligee and went back into the kitchen completely distracted. I know the goal of the afternoon was to stay distracted so I wouldn’t think about tonight’s encounter with Casibom Giriş Laura but this was bad.

That’s it I told myself. I’m going to have to come clean to Laura today when she gets home. It’s going to be hard for her. When Laura was much younger she had a situation with her step father. He had raped her and beaten her. I had no idea how I was going to tell her my fantasy involved the roughness of rape and being beaten and whipped and spanked. The concept will be hurtful and probably unfathomable to her. And the last thing I wanted to do is bring those horrible memories back to the front of her mind. I don’t want her to think every time we make love that I want her to do the same thing her step father did to her. My knees felt weak and I let myself fall to the floor. In agony over what I had to do.

With the resolution to tell her I then started thinking about different ways to explain it to her. I was rejecting the ideas just about as fast as I was conjuring them up. I glanced at the clock and it was already 5:30. Yeah great, I think to myself, now the time just flies on by. What the hell is up with that? I scramble up from the floor where I let myself fall hours earlier and head to the kitchen to make the chowder. It was just about done when Laura came through the door.

“Hi honey,” I called out to her “how was your day.”

She didn’t reply but I heard her go back into the bedroom. Fuck, I think to myself, she’s pissed. The table was already set with the salad and I pulled two bowls out from the cabinet and filled them with the ladle. I heard her come into the kitchen but couldn’t bring myself to turn around and face her. She walked up till she was right behind me. I felt her place her hands on my shoulders and give them a quick squeeze. “My day was good, sorry I didn’t answer I had to run to the bathroom I had to pee sooo bad,” she said in a goofy voice. I felt myself expel the air I didn’t realize I was holding in. She must have sensed my relief “Are you OK baby?” she asked nuzzling the back of my neck.

“Yeah, of course,” I said finally gathering the courage to turn around and face her. My face went completely slack as I looked at her. She was totally naked.

“What?” she asked nonchalantly “I noticed how incredible the house looks and I could smell this amazing corn chowder before I even opened the door. I thought I’d dine comfortably and make your night just as good,” giggling at my expression throughout her explanation.

I opened my mouth to speak but just closed it again. I was utterly speechless. I finally just picked up the two full bowls and carried them to the table. I came back to retrieve a loaf of the fresh bread and Laura “M’lady,” I said to her and lead her to the table. I put the bread on the table and quickly retrieved one of the pillows off the couch and pulled her chair out for her and placing the pillow on it, so her bare ass would be more comfortable than sitting on the hard wooden chairs. “Thank you sweetie,” she said smiling at me, stealing a kiss before I made my way across the table to my chair. I remembered the brownies before I sat down and popped them in the oven before starting the meal. We enjoyed the meal and had good conversation and the oven started beeping just as we finished. I got up to pull them out of the oven and I thought to myself ‘how lucky is this! My evil plan is working. Maybe I will get out of explaining yesterday completely.’

She took my hand and led me to the couch. I sat down in the corner and she cuddled her naked body up next to me, her fingers toying with the top button of my shirt. “I have a confession,” she said softly “I was worried about you last night so I followed you out here and watched you pull that book out of the chair. I waited a bit before I came back in here and when you came to bed I was only pretending to be asleep. I came out here before I went to work and read what you had written in the book.”

My body was completely stiff listening to the words she was saying. Every inch of me I could feel filling up with shame.

“I understand now why you were so reluctant to tell me what your fantasy was,” she continued “and I want to thank you for being so concerned for me. I don’t think I could ever do something like that, I’m sure you know that, I’m sure that was another reason you tried to keep it from me.”

My head was hanging low and she gently grabbed my chin and lifted my face towards hers. She leaned in and kissed my lips so gently I could barely tell she had. “Since I know your fantasy I think it is only fair that you know my deepest fantasy too,” she whispered to me not even an inch away from my mouth. I looked into her eyes and saw them smiling. She was okay with my fantasy! It didn’t make her relive her terrifying experience, and I didn’t even have to say a word.

Swallowing hard I asked her “Wh- what is your fantasy?”

She smiled wide at me and climbed on top of me. Now straddling my lap she leaned into me with her mouth brushing my ear. “You’ve seen how big my desk is in my office.” I nodded, unable to speak. “I often envision you under my desk while I’m meeting with a client. Teasing me, licking Casibom Güncel Giriş me, fucking me while I conduct a meeting. Actually I masturbate in my office to that scene often,” I’m squirming underneath her as she delivered this news to my ear.

“There, now we’re even on the fantasy subject,” she said leaning back again laughing, “Now I have a challenge for you.”

I swallowed hard, knowing it will be a doozy. “I challenge you to sit here and not touch me.” She said grinning, “But, I can touch you… and I can touch me.” She gives me a wicked look “What do you say?” she asked releasing the first couple buttons on my shirt. “You think you can handle it?”

“Oh yeah I can,” I replied confidently. “Or I’ll die trying,” I added with a grin.

With that she ripped my shirt open sending at least one button flying. I know that because I heard it land across the room, I let out a giggle but it was quickly transformed into a gasp as Laura’s mouth encompassed my nipple. She pulled the hard pebble into her mouth before squeezing it gently with her teeth. I heard a loud moan escape my lips and willed my hands not to move. She looked up at me with fake innocence, and then I saw her hand trail between her legs. I closed my eyes, hoping it would be easier to take on the challenge void of sight. I felt her hand on my check and a finger beckoning me to open my mouth. I did and to my delight her finger was coated in her nectar. I greedily sucked on her finger trying to get ever last droplet of it.

“Open your eyes,” she told me.

‘What!’ I thought ‘That wasn’t in the challenge!’

“Open them or I’ll be so loud I’ll not only wake the neighbors, but half the city may hear me,” she said interrupting my thought.

Damn. Though the thought of waking up half the city with sex was exciting it was not worth the hassle we’d receive from fellow tenants. I slowly opened my eyes.

“That’s better,” she purred and she started unbuttoning my pants. I was anticipating her pulling them off but she didn’t. Instead, she put her skinny hand down them and found my wetness. I gasped as one long finger made a passing sweep of my saturated pussy. She removed her hand, and I whimpered my dismay.

“Now comes the fun part,” she said grinning wickedly at me. She reached back down to her own pussy and thrust a few fingers into it. I instantly felt the change in her body. She tensed and arched her back slightly, pushing her taught nipples to within my mouths range. It took every ounce of will power not to pull them between my lips. She repositioned her self so she could sit with her fingers inside her and not hurt her hand. Then, she began grinding herself on her fingers, on my lap. She was moaning loud and all I could do was offer her whimpers of encouragement. I felt the stirrings of my own orgasm starting, seemingly unknown to her she had her knee up to my crotch, and each movement she made, I felt.

Before long, though it felt like an eternity, I heard the familiar sound of her orgasm nearing, her loud moans grew louder and higher pitched. She brought her other hand; the one covered in my juices up to her mouth and engulfed it, sucking and licking all my juices off it. That sent me over the edge and my hands tightened around the couch cushions. I felt myself leak a thick rope of juice and began wriggling beneath her. She grabbed my neck with her now juice-free hand and pulled me toward her to meet a fierce kiss. I heard her raspy breathing as our mouths assaulted each other and knew she was coming.

She collapsed on top of me and I held her close as tremors of her orgasm shot through her. I pulled the blanket we keep on the couch over us. “I love you so much,” I told her. She smiled up at me weakly and mouthed “I love you too,” and promptly fell asleep in my arms. Before following her, I realized that just because my fantasy wouldn’t come true doesn’t mean I couldn’t make Laura’s.

The next morning I began concocting my plan. I knew Laura had two business outfits that were very similar. Similar enough her coworkers wouldn’t be able to tell if she switched from one to another in the middle of the day. It was a light grey skirt/blazer outfit. I patiently went about as usual, trying to hold in my excitement waiting for her to wear one of the suits. Thursday of the next week she finally wore one of the two suits to work. It was perfect timing too, for it was Valentine’s Day and I hadn’t really planned anything for her. I had been rummaging through her date book every night while she slept, taking note of when her appointments were the next day, in case she wore the suit. I looked at my scribbling and saw she had appointments at 8, 11, 1, and 4 that day. I reasoned my best shot at getting in to her office unnoticed would be for the 1:00 appointment, hoping most of the office workers would be at lunch. As soon as she left the house I phoned my work and told them I’d come down with the flu. She sounded like she didn’t believe me, seriously who else would possibly call sick into work on Valentine’s day, it’s unheard of, but thankfully she let it go and wished me well. My negligee I ordered had arrived a few days before and I packed that as well as Laura’s look-a-like suit in a large over the shoulder bag. I stopped at the door and decided to bring something else. “Better safe than sorry,” I said to myself as I added our strap on to the bag before heading out to her office.

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Colorado and Tim Pt. 03

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After my adventure with Allen at the Midtowne I really wanted to go again and I also wanted to meet up with Tim again.

One evening I told him so while chatting on line. I told him of my adventure at the Midtowne with Allen and asked if he had ever been there.

He said “yes but, he didn’t get play at the time and always wanted to go back.”

Part of the problem I had with meeting up with guys is I worked the weekends plus, I was up in the mountains. Sort of a pain in the ass to go all the way to Denver for a few hours and be back in time for work the next morning. My days off were Monday and Tuesday. In addition Tim was married.

Then Tim came up with a simple solution. He was in a position at his job where he could take a two hour lunch if needed and he would get it the next day; my day off.

I was a pretty happy guy, I made sure to leave in plenty of time in case something happened like it often did to slow me down. Fortuned smiled on me for a change! Sunny day, no snow storms (summer time), no wrecks or traffic jams, my truck didn’t break down, I knew where to go; all the things that had stopped me before! I even got there early and had to sit in my truck and wait.

Well, we were supposed to meet at 11 a.m. and I checked the lot and the street and did not see Tim’s car. I went inside hoping he was there. Paid my fee and got my usual pain in the butt towel and a locker.

I wasn’t the least bit nervous this time. Guess I had enough gay sex in ABS stores and the one experience at the Midtowne it all seemed like home. There were two other guys in the locker room undressing but, right then I just wanted to find Tim.

I started walking the place, looking into the empty bed rooms. The place was actually kind of dead right then. But, I kept going, checked the shower and the saunas and out on the deck and no Tim. I went downstairs and it seemed darker than the last time I had been there. I roamed the halls and actually got a little bit lost and confused. I couldn’t find the orgy room or the stairs.

Sadly the jail cells, B&D, and glory holes were all empty. However I finally did find the stairs back up and continued my hunt for Tim on the first level. There were a few more guys but, still no Tim. I waited by the locker room and walked the hallways. After about my tenth lap it was 11:20 and I thought he wasn’t coming and I headed downstairs.

One more lap around the basement and no Tim. But I did find the orgy room this time. I walked and had to let my eyes adjust to the low light. There was only one guy in the room and sitting on the back bench wearing a towel, rubbing his cock. I walked right up to him, dropped to my knees, moved his towel, and stuck my head between his legs and licked his cock. He jumped really at my quick advance and I think he wasn’t sure what was happening but, damn it, I was there for some good Fag sex!

He didn’t protest though as I swallowed him down and sucked long and hard and got him hard in a flash. He was a young man and very well built. I sucked on his cock and deep throated for a bit, ran my tongue around the rim of the crown, played with his balls and rubbed his asshole. After a bit he asked me to lay down on the bench and as I did he threw one leg over me and put his crotch in my face and we went into a 69. This lasted for a bit and I was really turned on by the fact that I was blowing a guy that I didn’t know his name or to be honest what he really looked like. It was such a turn on to be in fully naked in a semi-public place with a complete stranger’s cock in my mouth and getting my cock sucked too.

Well, it didn’t last that long. My young man grew tired I guess, he sat up, pulled out, turned around and sat on my chest. He grabbed his cock and started jerking off and in a few seconds he became the first guy to blow his sperm all over my chest and face. As soon as he was done, he stood up, grabbed his towel and left without a word. Leaving me to look for my towel to wipe myself off and a building case of blue balls.

I didn’t have to wait long as another guy had come into the room as the other guy Casibom was leaving. I was laying on the bench and I guess being the only other guy in the room he walked towards me and stopped short of running into me. I think he was wondering if I wanted to play and I was sort of doing the same thing. But, I reached up and pushed my hand into the fold of his towel and grabbed his already hard cock and pulled him towards me.

No, “Hello my name is John or what do you want to do?” He just laid down on his side and buried his face into my crotch and I pulled his ass closer until his cock was in my face or to be more exact in my mouth. Not really sure how long I had been there but, I had the second cock of the morning in my mouth in less than a minute since finishing the first.

Laying on my side facing the door I could see guys coming into the room and as it was getting closer to noon and more guys were coming in; mostly older guys. At one point however, I looked up and in a shaft of light I could see a big mustache and skinny body.

I couldn’t really see the owner’s face but, I was pretty sure who it was. I called out “Tim is that you?” and he replied “yes.” But, before more could be said my present owner reached down, grabbed the back of my head and shoved it towards his cock.

Well, didn’t seem right to get and leave the guy and he was doing a pretty good job sucking my cock. I went back to work leaving Tim to his own devices. I was doing the best I could with the guy’s cock. He seemed to really like when I took my finger and rubbed his taint while I licked the tip. I would do this for a bit and then grabbed both his balls and pull on them while I deep throated him. He really seemed to like that because every time I did it he stopped sucking my cock and would buck his hips.

Well, I did manage to look up and the room now had a dozen or so guys in it. I saw that Tim was on his knees and sucking the cock of a black man. I guess he was black, still kind of dark in that room but, I could see Tim’s head bobbing back and forth on a very dark shape. Someone stepped up though and blocked my view.

He started rubbing my side and reaching down and grabbing my ass and then a second guy did the same. My cock in a complete stranger’s mouth, a complete stranger fucking my mouth and being rubbed by two other naked strangers, what a turn on!

I took the cock out of my mouth and raised up, mostly to get a breath of air. One of the guys giving me the massage didn’t give me a chance to get that air as he pushed his cock right into my mouth. So, now I’m sucking on the third complete stranger’s cock. I deep throated him and ran my tongue all the way up. I could see that the other guy was standing as close to all of us as possible and I took my mouth off the third cock and took the fourth strange cock within fifteen minutes into my mouth. I then went back and forth between the three dicks.

I was having a great time! I don’t think I really noticed that I was getting my dick sucked. I was doing something I always wanted to do and that was be in orgy! If they had wanted to gang bang my ass I would of let them but, it seemed to be all blow jobs; besides I wasn’t ready for anal.

Well, this didn’t last long. The forth guy moved off I assume to find his own partner and this opened up my view a little bit. I could barely see my friend Tim still on his knees with his dark shape. I heard a cry out and saw the dark shape bucking and saw Tim’s head bouncing back and forth quickly.

That didn’t last long either as my horizontal friend grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down again. I went at his cock sucking like a wild man and I found out why he wanted me back down there as suddenly he shoved my head so hard with his hips he banged my head on the wall, didn’t hurt. And he came with a big gush and pumped a few ropes into my mouth and shuddered while I did it. Awww the taste of hot, fresh cum!

He got up and moved off without returning the favor. I sat up and didn’t really get a chance to breathe as a cock was offered to my mouth. Now I think it was the third Casibom Giriş guy but, I’m not really sure. Anyway, I took him into my mouth and started my bobbing. I couldn’t see anymore but, I could hear moans and groans and announcements of guy’s cumming. I think I had become a professional cock sucker by then. I was just licking this guy’s dick and pulling on his balls and alternating by deep throating him. Then someone stepped up and offered another cock. I couldn’t tell you what any of the men in the last half hour looked like but, I knew I had cock number 5. I had a cock in each hand while I sucked them.

I swapped back and forth quickly, down on one and back up, swap to the other and down, repeat. One of the two made a joke about multi-tasking that I didn’t exactly catch but, they were both laughing. Number three didn’t last long, well I had been working on it for some time now but, the next time I went down on him he grabbed the back of my head and said he was cumming.

I tried to rise up and go back down but he held my head and started fucking my face and a few seconds later I got my third load of cum for the day. He held my head hard into his crotch and fucked away. I had let go of both cocks and grabbed the cummers ass and pulled him into me. Like the others he finished and walked away without a word.

And like the others before I could breathe cock number five stepped up put his cock in my mouth and started fucking my mouth. I wasn’t giving head I was getting mouth fucked! He had his hands on both sides of my head and jack hammering away. I was pretty good at deep throat but I was having a real tough time not gagging on this one. To my very pleasant surprise someone got down on their knees next to me and bent over and started sucking my cock.

Wish someone had taken pictures of the three of us. One guy standing and face fucking a guy’s face, a guy sitting on a bench getting face fucked and some guy almost laying on his stomach sucking that guys cock. Then number 5 blew his load into my mouth! A really big load too, some of it ran down my chin.

He stepped back and the guy blowing me stood up. I really needed a little break and stood up before anyone had a chance to get his dick in my mouth. I didn’t know where I going I just needed a break. It didn’t last long though. The guy that had been sucking me had taken my right arm and I didn’t see who but, someone was pulling my left arm.

They stirred me around and moved me from the back wall to the side wall. A lot of guys had left and I had the whole bench to myself I laid down on my back and was sitting up on my elbows. I really wanted to just rest, look around the room and see what was going on but, that didn’t happen. The guy that had been on the floor sucking me stepped up and offered me his cock.

Wasn’t easy blowing him while on my elbows so I sat and dropped my left leg off the bench. I had planned of just sitting but, someone laid down on the bench and took my cock in his mouth. Guy sucking my cock while I sucked


. Two guys stepped up next to him and I grabbed both cocks.

I felt like the Belle of the Ball or the main mouth of the orgy at least. I was actually very happy. I again did the swap off thing. Sucking and jacking cocks 6, 7, and 8. However 7 and 8 grew tired and moved off to who knows where. I concentrated on


and was enjoying getting my cock sucked on. Wasn’t long before


got a stiff spine and with a grunt unloaded into my mouth. Not much really, just a couple of squirts and he moved away.

I was exhausted for the most part. It was becoming difficult to close my jaw as it had been stretched so much. I did see the room was about empty by now and I was actually glad because I don’t think I could do anymore. I laid down on the bench and my sucker moved around to accommodate me. I lay back with eyes closed enjoying my blow job. I have no idea how long I had been there. I had eight different cocks in my mouth and had mine sucked by four guys and had yet to cum but, it finally came and I blew my load into his mouth. I was rude and didn’t Casibom Güncel Giriş even tell him I was coming, I just blew it and he took it all down.

Damn, I was exhausted. I had just planned of sucking a load or maybe two from Tim and here I had six. Someone started pulling on my arm and I opened my eyes and it was Tim.

“Come on” said Tim. “Let’s hit the hot tub.”

At first I thought he was going to have to carry me there as I was so tired. The sun hurt the eyes after being in the semi-dark room all that time. But standing in the hot summer sun, completely nude in front of other nude guys felt great! Tim and I got into the hot tub and I was eyeing a young man next to me who seemed to be eyeing me back.

Tim and I talked and I asked “Did you get sucked off?”

He gave me a funny look and said “Yeah, you did it.”

“When?” I replied.

“You were sitting on the bench after you sucked off a guy you were 69ing and then you did a guy in front of me while sitting up.”

Turned out Tim had been man . Guess that was why I had trouble swallowing him down because of Tim’s big cock.

I had to laugh at that and told him I had a mile of cock so far that morning.

I then said “Wish I knew who sucked me off, that guy was great. I would like to thank him.”

Tim again looked surprised and said “you are welcome.”

I laughed again and said “sorry, I was pretty busy and it was dark in there.”

“Speaking of dark, did you blow a black guy in there?” I asked.

“Yes, he really filled my mouth up” Tim said.

Well, the young man that had been eye balling me got out of the tub and went inside. I was hoping he would reach over and play with but, he didn’t.

I was thinking of going after him. I asked Tim how long he had for lunch and he replied he had gotten extra time for this lunch to attend to his personal business but, he needed to get back soon.

He asked me if I wanted to go to lunch. I hesitated and told him I was thinking of going back for another blow job but, Tim looked kind of hurt when I told him that so, not wanting to insult a friend I agreed to lunch.

I went to the shower for a quick rinse. While there a very slim man in a thong and a big smile walked up to me. I had to beg off, which was shame because that thong looked pretty full.

Tim and I met at an outdoor restaurant. I couldn’t tell you the name of it now to save my life. But, we ordered, enjoyed the sunshine. Of course it was the lunch hour and lot of people were there. I wondered what they would think if they knew the two men sitting next to them in the last hour had been nude and sucking a room full of cock. That one of those men had sex with 8 different men in one late morning.

I wondered who else there might have a secret. I looked at the waitress and wondered if her pussy got filled with the manager’s sperm before opening? Did that guy in the business have a butt full of sperm from his lover that morning? Did that chubby housewife with her friends in the corner get gang banged last Saturday night while her husband watched? Are those married secretary types really lesbian lovers? You just really never know about people do you?

Sadly it would be the last time I saw Tim. We stayed in touch but play time never ever seemed to match up for us.

Few years later he emailed me that he had finally decided he was gay and came out to his wife and kids. The wife told him she knew the marriage had died long ago but, didn’t know what to do.

They had a friendly divorce. He later told me he had met a man and were one of the first gay couples to get married in Colorado. Marriage must be awful sex killer because Tim said “he and his husband had a limited sex life since getting married.”

Anyway, that wasn’t the last time to the bath house. I went back a few months later at the noon hour and only two guys were there and they were not interested in me. Swore I would go back at night some time but, for some reason I never did.

The following Spring I was tired of Winter Park and packed up and headed back to Montana. But, I will never forget the bathhouse.

*****

(My reviewer asked if this was a true story and yes it is. Believe it or not.) The Author is a Bisexual writer wanna be. I appreciate constructive criticism and comments on my writing.

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Cellmates

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The heavy cement building went from a speck on the horizon to a great looming hungry monster in seconds. Kelsey’s eyes took in the structure. The walls were cold and unwelcoming; the electric fence was topped with angry looking razor wire. The gray sky above matched the setting well. Kelsey saw the blood on her hands through the blur of tears. She had been convicted fairly by a jury. This would be her home for the next twenty-five years.

If the trial was so fair then why did Kelsey feel like the justice system had failed her? Joseph must be laughing maniacally from his grave. His five year reign of terror was over, but for what?

The wheels on the bus screeched as the massive machine came to a halt. Kelsey’s body shook with sobs. She escaped Joseph’s imprisonment of her to be thrown into another one.

She stood and followed the line of other new prisoners. Some of them glared cruelly at her for the scene she was making. The eyes of the other women made Kelsey nervous. She allowed her long black hair to hide the fear in her crystal blue eyes.

Kelsey studied the woman who led her to her cell. She was only a couple of inches taller than Kelsey; but Kelsey could tell she was tough. She had short cut blonde hair and fiery brown eyes. The guard’s name was Susan. Kelsey burned that to memory quickly. Susan had been very kind and Kelsey liked her right away. She even told Kelsey that her sentence was unfair. The sympathy was welcome.

The loud clank of the cell door sent a shiver through Kelsey. She felt her stomach in her throat and her heart pounded fiercely. The woman on the top bunk lounged with a smile as she studied Kelsey. Kelsey met her eyes briefly. The woman’s smile was not unkind. Kelsey relaxed and collapsed into her new bed.

The musty pillow was a welcome muffler as Kelsey broke into sobs. She didn’t hear her cellmate drop to the floor. But the woman’s arms were comforting. Kelsey buried her head in the woman’s chest as she wept.

“Tell Miriam all about it,” came the honeyed voice.

“It’s so unfair,” Kelsey wept. “It was his fault.”

“Who’s?”

“Joseph’s. He killed our baby.”

“Your baby?”

“Yes. He didn’t believe it was his.” Kelsey looked at the woman. She was honestly concerned. “It took me five years to have the courage. He deserved all six bullets.”

Kelsey lifted her shirt. She had an ugly scar from Joseph last attack. “He killed the child he made.”

Miriam smiled in understanding. She patted Kelsey’s back. “You should get some rest now. You’ll need it tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Miriam?” Kelsey held out her hand. “I’m Kelsey.”

“It’s nice to meet you Kelsey,” Miriam replied with an odd smile.

For some reason, Miriam’s smile made Kelsey feel strange. It was like Miriam was casting a spell. She laid her head down and closed her eyes. She felt Miriam’s hand petting her hair until she was asleep. It felt good and comforting. Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The shrill alarm bell was a shock to Kelsey. She’d seen many prison movies. They all had the same bell, but she was still shocked. She sat up in bed and looked into the smiling face of Miriam.

“Are you ready for breakfast?”

Kelsey had to admit she was pretty hungry. She hadn’t eaten much during her trial. It was starting to catch up to her. She nodded silently. Miriam made Kelsey feel strange. She kind of liked it.

“Well come on before there’s nothin’ left. You need to keep your strength up,” Miriam advised. “Some of those girls out there prey on the weak. And you look like a delicate little orchid.”

Kelsey blushed. No one had said anything like that to her before. Should she take that as a complement? She did feel pretty weak in here. “Do you think you could help me become stronger?” Kelsey could tell by some of the looks they got, Miriam had some power in here. She liked Miriam’s presence a lot.

“Sure,” Miriam said happily. “Stick with me Lil’ Orchid and you’ll be fine.”

“Lil’ Orchid?” Kelsey thought. It sounded like an odd nickname. But when Miriam said it, it was nice. Miriam had that odd smile again. Kelsey just smiled shyly in return.

“Look, Orchid,” Miriam said happily, “we have the same work detail this week. You might get reassigned, but for now I’ll watch your back.”

“Thanks.”

Kelsey really enjoyed washing laundry with Miriam. This was Miriam’s usual task. It seemed she monitored the business going in and out of the prison. There were other women who were pretty high up as well, but Kelsey wasn’t sure who the boss was. Maybe there was no boss.

Kelsey also noticed her fondness of Miriam seemed to becoming something more. She couldn’t put her finger on it. But one night she knew.

Miriam sat next to Kelsey on the lower bunk. She started to caress Kelsey’s face gently. The touch sent a tingle up Kelsey’s spine. She reached her hand up and returned Miriam’s advances. Could I be in love with this woman? Kelsey wondered. Miriam’s kiss shot a flame of passion through Casibom Kelsey. Yes that’s what it is. It’s love.

Kelsey had never made love to a woman before. It was an amazing experience. Miriam’s tenderness was wonderful. Even though, Miriam was very muscular, she was still very feminine. The most amazing part of it was the orgasm. Kelsey had never orgasmed before in her life. For the moment this little cell was heaven. And Kelsey had never known such freedom.

The following morning, Kelsey woke up to find herself in Miriam’s arms. She couldn’t believe how wonderful she felt. Miriam was her cellmate, her friend, and now her lover. Kelsey whined at the urgency of her bladder.

She jumped up and peed in the toilet as fast as she could. The warmth of Miriam’s arms was painful to leave. She dove under the covers and snuggled next to Miriam.

“I love you, Miriam,” Kelsey whispered to the sleeping woman. “I belong to you now. You’ve stolen my heart.” Kelsey had no idea just how much those words would change her life. But if she had, she would’ve said them anyway.

“So, you belong to me, eh?”

Miriam’s voice startled Kelsey. She looked into Miriam’s beautiful hazel eyes and nodded. Her lovely red ringlets framed her strong jaw and high cheekbones well. Her childish, light, brown freckles didn’t seem exactly right, but Kelsey loved them. Kelsey couldn’t help but give herself to this woman.

“If that’s the case,” Miriam paused and grabbed a permanent marker. “Get dressed and lie down.

Kelsey followed her orders instantly. Miriam wrote “PROPERTY OF MIRIAM!” on the front of Kelsey’s shirt with arrows pointing to her breasts and crotch.

“Roll over.”

On Kelsey’s ass Miriam wrote, “ASK BEFORE USING!”

“Now don’t worry about these signs. Do as I tell you and you’ll be fine.” Kelsey nodded obediently.

Kelsey was reassigned to the kitchen. She was sad to be away from Miriam, but she held her head high. She thought the sign on her front was crude, but it suited her. She didn’t worry about the sign on her backside. She just walked about sensually. Her voluptuous hips swung from side-to-side. Her pale blue eyes sparkled. Even though she was only 5’4”, Kelsey felt quite tall. And her countless freckles gave her an irresistible child like quality. Kelsey felt proud to be Miriam’s property.

The day passed quickly. Kelsey sought out Miriam the first chance she got. It was good to be with her mistress again.

“How was the kitchen?” Miriam asked.

“It was fine. I’ve always enjoyed cooking.”

“That’s good.”

A thin woman in her late thirties approached and whispered in Miriam’s ear. She was a pretty woman. Miriam nodded and shook hands with the woman. If Kelsey remembered correctly, her name was Beth.

“Kelsey, I want you to go with Beth. Do what she tells you to do.” Kelsey rose to follow Beth. She knew what was on her ass. Miriam slapped Kelsey’s ass, “Make me proud.”

Kelsey smiled shyly at Miriam and followed Beth. Beth seemed like a nice enough woman. Kelsey was curious why she was in this place. She loved Miriam. Kelsey wanted nothing more than to make Miriam happy. They entered Beth’s cell.

“Climb onto the top bunk and lie down,” Beth ordered.

Kelsey liked the commanding tone in Beth’s voice. It was firm but kind. She scrambled onto the bed at lightening speed and watched Beth take her pants off. Beth followed Kelsey and straddled her.

Kelsey gingerly explored Beth’s vagina. She had never done this before and was very nervous. Beth gently touched Kelsey’s hair. It was a comforting gesture. Kelsey wanted to satisfy this woman. She found Beth clitoris.

The moan Kelsey heard was a welcome reward for her efforts. She felt her confidence growing with every stroke of her tongue. She liked Beth’s taste. It was nothing like Joseph’s taste. She remembered the way Joseph had forced his cock into her mouth. He was always cruel. Beth was nothing like that. Kelsey had only known Beth for a little while, but she really like the woman. And her cum was sweet, not putrid like Joseph’s.

Beth started to move her hips as she neared orgasm. Kelsey smiled to herself and held Beth’s pelvis still. Beth moaned louder. It was music in Kelsey’s ears. This woman had a lovely voice. And to please her would please Miriam. Kelsey wanted to please Miriam. Kelsey latched onto Beth’s clit and nibbled lightly on it. The moan made Kelsey feel like she was going to come. Beth came. Kelsey reveled in the woman’s nectar.

Beth lay next to Kelsey. Her smiled was radiant. Her hands felt nice running through to Kelsey as the brushed her hair.

“I haven’t orgasmed like that in ages,” Beth said in a hoarse voice. “Miriam has had a few little pets. None of them were as good as you. You’re special.” Kelsey felt proud. It must have been obvious. “Keep that pride. As long as you do well Miriam will reward you. But not even you can satisfy everyone. Miriam doesn’t like failure.” Kelsey felt a chill. She never wanted Casibom Giriş to disappoint Miriam. It would break her heart to do so.

Beth got dressed and led Kelsey to the mess hall. They got dinner and found Miriam. Beth whispered to Miriam who smiled with her whole face at Kelsey. The look on Miriam’s face made Kelsey feel weak with her passion for this woman.

“I’m proud, Orchid. You did good,” Miriam said happily. Kelsey just blushed silently. “You will be rewarded for your success.” Kelsey shivered. Miriam laughed at Kelsey’s reaction.

Kelsey stared at the springs above her. She was happy to make Miriam so proud. She didn’t hear Miriam jump down from her bunk. But she did feel her jeans loosen and the cool air on her bare skin.

Miriam’s tongue caressed the folds of flesh between Kelsey’s legs. Kelsey started to moan quietly. The sensation was exquisite. She felt her skin prickled as she started to sweat. She felt her orgasm approaching rapidly. Miriam’s tongue penetrated her. Kelsey climaxed for the second time in her life. But Miriam didn’t stop there. She continued to feed on Kelsey’s juices until she felt like she would burst from the pleasure.

Kelsey whined when Miriam’s mouth left her crotch. Miriam giggled softly. She kissed Kelsey’s belly. Kelsey felt a naked breast against her stomach and smiled. She liked the feeling of Miriam’s soft skin on her own. She welcomed Miriam’s mouth. Then she found Miriam’s nipple and suckled it.

Miriam’s moan was heavenly. Kelsey decided she wanted to taste her mistress desperately. Something penetrated Kelsey deeply. She gasped in ecstasy. The pleasure consumed every part of her being. Miriam thrust her hips roughly shoving the strap-on deeper. Kelsey arched her back and hugged Miriam with her legs. She climaxed with every thrust of Miriam’s hips.

Miriam started to tire. She pulled out of Kelsey and lay next to her. “Are you satisfied?” Miriam whispered.

“Not completely.”

“What more do you want from me?”

Kelsey propped herself up on her elbow. She smiled coyly at her mistress. “I want to make you orgasm.”

Miriam smiled and pulled the toy from her waist. “You are a good girl, my Lil’ Orchid.”

Kelsey just pushed Miriam back gently and went down on her. Kelsey was happy to find Miriam was already coming. She devoured the nectar of her mistress. She loved Miriam’s taste more than anything. Miriam’s moans were like an aria in Kelsey’s ears.

As Miriam’s moans got louder, Kelsey’s heart became fuller. She loved this woman. She was beautiful. Miriam orgasmed and her juices flowed into Kelsey’s mouth. Kelsey lavished each drop. This was heaven.

Kelsey cuddled up to Miriam and fell asleep quickly. She was happier than she had ever been.

Kelsey pleasured a different woman almost everyday. Miriam was proud that her little pet was so popular. One day things went poorly. Sandra was a very cruel woman. She was exotically beautiful. Her tight black curls fell to her shoulders. Kelsey was quite taken by her fierce black eyes. Her olive skin glistened with sweat from her hard work. Kelsey felt eager to please the bad tempered woman.

Sandra lay on her back with her legs spread wide. Kelsey examined the beautiful woman’s crotch with interest. Kelsey explored Sandra with her tongue. The woman was impatient and started to swear at Kelsey. Her word hurt.

“You stupid bitch!” Sandra yelled. “I can’t believe you are so highly recommended. You no good slut!”

Kelsey felt tears in her eyes as she fed on the fluids that came from Sandra. She wanted to please Sandra. She wanted to please Miriam. If she failed Miriam would be cruel. She didn’t want Miriam’s ire directed towards her.

Sandra’s clit was engorged with blood. She was coming. Her body seemed to be happy. So, why was she so cruel? She raged at Kelsey no matter how hard Kelsey tried to please her.

Kelsey continued to eat Sandra out until Sandra pushed her away roughly. She sullenly watched Sandra get dressed as she dried her eyes. Miriam would not be pleased. Kelsey followed behind Sandra as they walked towards Kelsey’s cell. Kelsey knew it was almost dinner time, but she was not hungry. She collapsed on her bed and waited for Miriam and her punishment.

The time went by slowly. Kelsey wondered if this was part of her punishment. She deserved any discomfort for displeasing Miriam. She would bear her punishment without a complaint. As she finished her vow, Miriam walked into the cell. As Kelsey anticipated, her mistress was very angry.

Kelsey rolled to the floor and crawled to kneel at Miriam’s feet. She had every intention of keeping her vow.

“You were not such a good girl today,” Miriam scolded. “I can’t go easy on you for even your first failure.” She grabbed a thick leather belt and smacked her hand with it. Kelsey flinched slightly. But her fear was overpowered by her submission to her fate. This impressed Miriam. All of her other “pets” had screamed in protest of their first Casibom Güncel Giriş punishments.

Miriam lifted Kelsey’s chin tenderly. “I want you to get undressed and brace yourself against the bed. And don’t scream!” Kelsey nodded obediently then quickly followed the orders. She wanted Miriam to be happy with her again.

The belt hurt. It was heavy, thick, and wide. Miriam was even stronger than she looked. Tears rolled down Kelsey’s cheeks as the belt warmed her thighs, back, butt, and crotch. The pain was nothing to Miriam’s displeasure. Kelsey distanced herself from the pain as well as she could. Her only goal was to make Miriam happy again. She even moved her hips to welcome the punishment she deserved.

Miriam’s blows were relentless. The pain was white hot. Kelsey was worried she would fail in her resolve and cry out. The tears flowed in torrents down her face. She wanted to please Miriam. If she cried out she would fail again. The pain was irrelevant. Kelsey’s heart broke as she fought with the scream in her throat. She clenched her teeth and won. The offensive sound was swallowed successively. The triumph made Kelsey smile momentarily despite the blinding pain.

Miriam heard the strangled scream and stopped the belt. Kelsey was stronger than she appeared to be. Miriam was pleased at Kelsey’s resolve. She felt a fondness for the girl before her. Miriam turned Kelsey to face her. Kelsey’s expression was proud. Miriam was happy with her and that made Kelsey proud.

“Have I pleased you?” Kelsey whispered timidly.

“Yes,” Miriam answered honestly. The pride in Kelsey grew. She smiled and kissed Miriam’s cheek.

“I love you, my mistress,” Kelsey whispered affectionately. She could no longer stand so she collapsed into her bed.

Kelsey’s last comment warmed Miriam’s heart. She would’ve felt bad for treating the girl so badly, if her Lil’ Orchid hadn’t seemed to welcome the punishment. It was like Kelsey wanted to be beaten for her failure.

Miriam sat on Kelsey’s bed. Kelsey lifted her head and put it in Miriam’s lap. Miriam’s gentle stoking hands were soothing. Kelsey fell into a deep slumber. It felt good to have pleased Miriam. She wanted to please Sandra too.

Kelsey opened her eyes. The light was almost blinding. Her full bladder was nagging her for relief. Kelsey climbed out of bed slowly. Her body was stiff and ached all over. It would probably hurt to move for days. She looked at Miriam and smiled sadly. She slept leaned up against the wall like that all night.

Kelsey sat on the cool seat of the toilet. It was soothing to her welts. But the hot contrast of pissing was excruciating. She winced but kept silent. After peeing, Kelsey pulled her clothes on gingerly. She didn’t want to cry accidentally and awaken Miriam. But Kelsey couldn’t repress the sneeze in her nose.

Miriam opened her eyes and looked at Kelsey. Kelsey lowered her head in apology. Miriam laughed. Kelsey raised her head to watch Miriam stretch painfully. This was no good.

Kelsey pushed Miriam firmly to her belly. She started to massage the tension from the beautiful bulky muscles. Miriam moaned in pleasure and relaxed under Kelsey’s expert hands.

“Where did you learn to do this?” Miriam inquired.

“College. I’m a massage therapist. Or I was.” Kelsey had always loved using her skill to make people feel better.

“Oh, my Lil’ Orchid, you shouldn’t hide your talents,” Miriam scolded playfully. Kelsey giggled softly. She whined when the alarm bell went off. “Don’t worry Orchid. You will finish this later.” Kelsey smiled gratefully.

Kelsey followed Miriam to the mess hall. She held her head high. She felt proud to be the property of Miriam. Even as the welts rubbed on her clothes, she smiled at everyone she saw. When she saw Sandra, her smile grew. Kelsey decided she would pleasure Sandra somehow. Maybe a massage would work. Kelsey noticed that Sandra walked as if she were in pain. She whispered this observation to Miriam.

“Sandra had an accident last year,” Miriam explained. “Her back has been hurting her since.”

“I could help her,” Kelsey offered.

Miriam looked at Kelsey in disbelief. “Why would you want to?”

“Because, I don’t like to see people in pain.”

Miriam smiled proudly at Kelsey. “You’re special. Beth told me that the other day. She’s right.” Miriam stroked Kelsey’s head affectionately. She left to talk to Sandra.

“Sandra,” Miriam said.

“What do you want? I’m not givin’ you nothin’.”

“It seems my little pet wants a second chance with you.”

“You mean your useless Bitch.”

“I think she can prove herself to you. I think she wants to.”

Sandra stared skeptically at Miriam then at Kelsey’s hopeful face. “Alright, I’ll give her another chance. But I’m still not givin’ you a dime.”

“Understood.” Miriam returned to Kelsey. “It looks like Sandra will give you another chance.” Kelsey looked a Sandra and gave her a warm smile. Sandra grinned and looked away. “Don’t fail me this time,” Miriam warned.

“I won’t,” Kelsey replied confidently.

Free period didn’t come soon enough. Kelsey searched for Sandra and found her in her cell. “I’m sorry I’m late,” Kelsey said as she pulled a bottle from her ample cleavage.

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Doctor Catherine Pt. 06 – Sailing

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This story, and all my stories, contain real and fictional characters and events from memories, my imagination and perhaps recent events in my life.

My stories are spiced with a kinky imagination. I am submissive by nature in most relationships, sometimes extremely submissive in sex. If you like kinky mature bi women I hope you will like my stories and please comment, tell me what you liked and didn’t like, to help me improve my writing.

From Doctor Cathrine Part 5…

Barb was nearing the end of her story, “Eventually mom and dad split and my sister and I stayed with mom as dad moved to his boat. When I was about sexteen I was on the boat with dad and I asked him why they got divorced. He was honest and told me that mom had found someone else. Then he refused to say more.”

She continued, “Rob, I later learned by walking in on mom that the someone else was my dad’s sister. I talked to my sister about it and she told me she knew all about that. When I asked her why she had not told me she looked at me and asked if mom had not yet taken me to bed to show me about sex.”

Barb became a little sad as she continued, “I moved in with Dad that weekend. Rob, don’t misunderstand, I do not judge them but I felt they had wronged dad by cutting him out of the family. I didn’t care that they engaged in lesbian sex, hell by then I knew I preferred women.

When I was not away at school I lived with dad and my sister Grace lived with mom. When I finished law school Dad changed the name of his practice to Sundman & Sundman and I was his partner. When Dad died I inherited his boat and sold the law practice. When mom died my sister inherited the house and the family money. Thats it, my life in a nut shell!”

We had just returned to my house and as we entered she said “Rob, now we have no secrets. Let’s pack for sailing.”

Part 6…

As Barb was helping me pack the “right” things for sailing her phone rang and she stepped away from me to take the call in the hall WAYNE . She was just outside my bedroom and I heard her say “hello.” I thought I heard soft music for a moment or two, then a woman’s voice saying something I could not make out. When Barb returned she looked as though she were thinking about something, perhaps preoccupied. She smiled and said, “That phone call was good news, Nishi will be able to join us for a few days while her husband is away.” When I didn’t react she continued, “I hope you are not disappointed, I was sure you said you enjoyed your time with her and having her along would be ok.” She continued, “I have known her for a few years now and she has always been magic in bed, don’t you agree?”

I had to admit that Nishi was a very caring and skilled lover. I just smiled and said, “That will be great Barb. I did really enjoy my time with her.”

We continued to pack and Barb continued the conversation. “Rob, I hope you don’t have any plans because Nishi can’t join us until the day after tomorrow and I thought we could stay here another day.”

I, of course, thought that would be fine and told her so. She smiled, and gave me a hug and a quick kiss. I remember thinking as she held me how her breasts were so much firmer than mine.

It was early afternoon. She mentioned that we had plenty of time and took my hand a led me out of my bedroom and into Beth’s room. She sat on the bed and asked me to tell her what Beth and I did in this room. I was a little uneasy because I didn’t know where this was going but started to tell her about bondage games. She stopped me and said, “Rob, I have read your stories on-line. You like this don’t you?” I started to explain as best I could but it was clear that this was not Barbs first experience with bondage. She asked me where the “toys” were and I opened the drawer in the bed frame. She looked through the contents and looked up at me and smiled.

I didn’t know what to expect but she did not keep me waiting. She asked, “Rob, do you have a safe word?”

I replied, “Enough, just the single word, Enough!”

She stood and smiling said, “I just wanted to know what you need. She stood and stripped but only to her Bra and Thong, both white. She was still talking to me and she told me that as much as I enjoyed this she enjoyed it as well. She asked me to give her the collar leash out of the drawer. I reached in and took it out put it on my neck and I guess symbolically handed her the end.

She took the leash and led me back into my bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and asked, “I’d like to talk. I would prefer you were naked.”

I asked, “May I please keep my panties on?”

Barb said that would be fine and I stood before her and took everything else off as seductively as possible. She watched and smiled.

Barb stretched out on the bed and asked me to lay beside her so we could talk. She mentioned again that she had read some of my stories and had some questions. She didn’t ask permission. She was just telling me what she was going to do.

Her first question bursa otele gelen escort was about the story Bailey. “Is Bailey a real person and your daughter?”

I answered, “Yes.”

Barb asked, “I know what you wrote but… did you intend to seduce her to replace Beth?”

Oh fuck, so close to home. The answer was of course yes but I remained silent.

Barb just waited and I eventually relented and said in a small voice, “Yes, how did you know that? I’m ashamed. It was not right.”

Barb touched my face and said, “I don’t mean to shame you, Rob I want to be closer to you.” “I know you loved Beth and I would never question your motivation with Bailey.” “I hope to be loved that much by another one day.”

I started to speak and Barb stopped me with a small kiss. “Rob, I need to tell you a few things.” I nodded yes. She continued, “I arranged with Nishi to delay the start of our trip because I want to talk. I feel an honest need to open my past and my desires to you and learn more about you. There is something about us I cannot explain that I want to try and understand.”

I closed my eyes. I could only hope she was feeling the same things I was. It was much too soon and I dared not say anything.

She asked me, “Are you Ok with this or am I way out of line?”

I didn’t dare reveal my true feelings, it was too soon, much too soon, so I just said, “I want to know you too.”

Barb said, “Let’s go back over some things. I was not entirely honest with you about my past.” She touched my breast and brushed my nipple. It felt it like electricity.

She continued, “My relationship with my dad was not what I told you. I think I did it to replace my mom but not long after I moved aboard at sixteen I became his lover.” She continued, “The only man I ever loved took me to bed every night and made love to me as his wife.” “I was sixteen and a virgin the first time and he and I never talked about it.” “He should have known better but I don’t blame him or hold hard feelings about what happened.” There was more, “We were just cuddling in the berth and I accidentally brushed his erection in his shorts with my hand. Then it was not accidental and I was touching him deliberately exploring the wonders of his erect penis and testicles.” He was not innocent, “He encouraged me to kiss him in ways a daughter should never kiss her father. Eventually he asked me to kiss his erection and then to suck it. It just happened, over and over.” There was more. “I was young and stupid, didn’t even know to use birth control, and became pregnant.” She ended, “I never told him and did what was necessary. I had an abortion and never told him.”

I couldn’t think so I just kissed her and said, “I understand and love that you told me.”

Barb wanted to talk about the collar around my neck and the leash she was holding. “Rob, tell me why you put on the collar and what it means to you.”

I thought for a moment, “It means someone cares enough to control me, to bend me to their will.”

Barb was honest, “Why? You are a beautiful, sexy as hell, Black woman!” “Why would you allow or want someone to control you?”

I smiled, “It’s not about race baby, not at all. It’s about sex. I have sexual needs and desires that frankly can’t be met otherwise.” “If I were white like you it would change nothing I want to be dominated sexually sometimes. Other times I just want an equal and gentle lover.”

Barb asked, “But how will I know which role to play for you, what to give you?”

I answered, “Barb, I can’t tell you how good it feels to hear that ‘You’ want to know.” “It’s simple, most of the time I want you as my equal gentle lover. If I need more I will tell you.”

She answered, “OK, I can live with that.”

Suddenly I wanted to be sure. “Are you sure? There is something a want you to see.”

She said, “OK, show me.”

I said, “OK, my turn.” “Some time ago a young man rented the house next door.”

Beth volunteered, “Your story – The Photographer -?”

I replied, “Yes, there is a video and I want you to watch it.”

As the bedroom TV came on she said, “I’d like that.”

I started the video and she watched. When it ended she said, “I can give you that Rob. In fact it would meet needs that I have to be dominant and in control.”

I smiled, hoping it was true and said, “Well that is easy to say but you are going to have to prove it!”

She said, “Right now?”

I smiled and said, “Prove it.”

Barb got out of bed and tugged the collar indicating I should follow.

We were in Beth’s bedroom. Barb went to the storage drawer. She had carefully watched the movie and picked up a Velcro straps. I held my arms out.

She asked, “How far?”

“Take me over the edge. Trust me to say ENOUGH when I need you to stop.” “I trust you to stop.”

Barb told me to sit on the bed between the foot posts. She took out the mask and put it on me.

She tied long straps bursa eve gelen eskort to my ankles and threaded them through the rings the top of the footboard posts and pulled them tight extending my legs up and apart and pivoting me onto my back with my butt just hanging over the edge of the bed. My vagina was completely exposed. She tied my wrist straps to rings on the side rails on each side of the bed leaving my breasts and stomach exposed.

Following cues from the movie she climbed onto the bed and was touching my breasts. Soft gentle squeezes and easy pinches of my nipples followed by more demanding squeezes, hard pinches and slaps.

Her hand was between my legs pulling down then ripping off my panties. I was wet and she knew it.

I felt her heat and smelled her musk as she pushed herself down on my face. I was trying to lick her to please her but she was having none of it. She was intent on sitting on my face and grinding her vagina into my mouth. I was just trying to breath as she pivoted her butt hole to clit on my mouth. Her smell and wetness was intoxicating, overwhelming my senses. She had an orgasm and squired fluid into my mouth. Then I felt her get off the bed she was off the bed.

She had the paddle. SMACK! I felt it on my butt but very very near more sensitive areas. The next hit came on the back of my thighs, very hard. “Ohhh! Fuck that hurts.” Then without a pause the insides and front of my thighs. Delicious pain!

The pain made me try to sit up. She saw me try and hit each breast individually directly on my nipple. “Oh fuck, Barb!”

Then she was back on the bed licking and gently sucking my nipples, kissing my breasts and I moaned. “Yes!”

She was on top of me sucking my nipples then backing off and pinching them both at the same time very hard. Then she was gone and she slapped them again very hard with the paddle.

She was delicious! Then for a moment she stopped and I was confused. I felt her hand on my ankle and the paddle hit the bottom of my foot very very hard. The hurt was so bad I screamed.

She didn’t stop but rather went down on me but she was far from gentle she was bitting the inside of my thighs and sucking my labia very hard into her mouth. I have very large labia and she was sucking them into her mouth. God I was so close.

She was slapping my butt cheeks with the paddle hard, over and over. I felt my liquid going between my butt crack and the paddle handle between my cheeks.

I said, “Barb, please don’t, not there.”

She said, “Say the word and I’ll stop.”

I said, “No, fuck you Barbara!”

I felt something hard against my butt hole and then it was vibrating, (my dildo?) she pushed it in slightly then further the vibration was sending all my anus nerve endings into overdrive.

I was so close, “Please, please, please Barb, I’m so fucking close. Let me cum you bitch!”

Then I felt it, the first hit directly on my vagina just missing my clit. I was on the edge of a 5000 foot cliff and the next time, the next hit, contacted my clit and I fell over. I didn’t hear it but she said I moaned as though I were dying as wave after wave on intense pleasure swept up and down my body and left me shaking in her arms with her whispering “It’s OK Rob, It’s Ok, I’m here, I’ll always be here.”

Somehow I ended up in my bed and when I awoke I was laying naked in Barbs arms under a sheet. She looked at me and said, “Hello Robin, are you Ok?”

I smiled and told her I was just great. I asked her, “Did you just call me Robin?”

She answered, “Yes, you are my woman now if you want to be. No nicknames.”

I smiled and said, “Ok Barbara, I do want to be your woman. May I ask, did you tell me you love me this afternoon?”

She put her face very close to mine, kissed me gently and said, “Rob, I’ll be here for you as long as you want me. You don’t have to love me back but I will love you.” “It’s much too soon to be saying we are in love but I want to love you and time will tell.”

Then she laughed and said, “Now, get your Black Ass out of bed and join my White Ass in the shower and let’s go sailing.”

Two hours later we pulled into the Marina parking lot and saw Nishi’s Jeep parked next to Barbara’s VW.

Nishi was already aboard. And we sat in the cockpit and Barbara the only experienced sailor aboard laid out some ground simple ground rules.

1.I am the captain, you are the crew. I’ll tell you what to do, it’s easy.

2.No peeing in the head once we are underway. I’ll show you how to pee over the rail or in a can once we are underway.

3.A two part rule. a. Don’t fall overboard! b. If anyone falls overboard throw them the life ring right away and do not lose sight of them. Keep pointing at them and screaming “man overboard” until I tell you to shut up but keep pointing at them until they are back on board.

4.I can’t cook and sail so…

5.If the captains cabin door is closed do not bayan escort bursa enter. I’m busy with one of you and not the other.

6.No more rules.

Barbara told us, “We leave tomorrow morning with the high tide, let’s go out to dinner, I’ll buy.”

Dear reader, let me remind you of my first encounter with Nishi. I had discussed parts of this meeting with Barbara and she had a very similar experience.

…From Doctor Catherine Part 1.

As we talked, we almost immediately found a common love, the ocean. After a while she invited me to walk with her on the beach. It was a beautiful day and I had worn my bathing suit under my clothing so we were off. We walked perhaps for a mile and talked about our lives past and present.

We came to a place where she took my hand and asked if she could share something very special. I nodded yes and she led me deep into the dunes to a place where the dunes created a bowl we could stand or sit in with sand and grass all around us. She looked and me and said please sit. I sat and crossed my legs under me. I noticed that all I could see was sand and all I could hear was the ocean nearby.

Nishi sat opposite me with her knees touching mine. She took my hands and put them on her thighs just above her knees put her hands on my legs the same way. Nishi said “Robin, just listen.” I sat in the sand looking at her and today I can not tell you if it was hot or cold, sunny or overcast. After only a moment she said “close your eyes and just listen.”

The sound of a shore bird in the distance, the faint sound of a child on the beach, the rhythmic sound of the waves washing ashore. Then my heart, I could hear or feel my heart beating. Then there were two, two hearts beating. I opened my eyes and Nishi was looking at me. She asked, “What did you hear?”

I looked at her and said “At first just a bird, a child and the waves then I heard nothing, nothing at all. Nishi, then I could hear my heart beat, not just feel it but hear it. Then I heard another heartbeat not mine but another heartbeat beating with mine. Was it yours?”

She squeezed my hands stood and said “We should leave now. We can talk more on the way back.”

As we walked she explained that she had many times heard the same thing sitting there alone, two hearts beating. She told me that she had taken several people there and only a few had the same experience. She asked me what I thought. We walked and I thought about it but had no answer.

When we got back to the house she led me into a fenced outdoor shower enclosure under the house. She looked at me and said “We will shower here to leave the beach sand here.” She put her hands on my shoulders and began to remove my bathing suit. When she finished she smiled and said “you are a very beautiful woman.” She turned and asked me to take her suit off and I did. There was something very erotic but at the same time very caring about gently removing another person clothing that I had never noticed before. She very quickly put our suits on a nearby bench. She pulled two beach size towels from a cabinet and placed them on a bench just outside the shower. I followed as she entered the shower. As we stood in the water she asked “Robin, may I wash you?”

Nishi’s hands were magic, washing me in ways I didn’t even take the time for myself. For example, she had me sit on a bench and picked my feet up and washed and massaged each one as though it were a treasure. She then changed places with me and showed me how to do the same for her. Every part of my body received her lavish attention and then she received the same from me.

Nishi was amazingly gentle but firm in what needed to be washed. She did not just wash the outside folds of my vagina but explored and found and washed everything. She even pushed back the hood of my clit and washed my exposed clit commenting on how beautiful “my pearl” was against my dark skin. She turned a simple shower into an erotic art form and taught me to do the same for her.

When we finished she took down her hair and washed it. Nishi had beautiful black hair that went down beyond her waist.

We dried ourselves as best we could with the beach towels and wrapped our bodies in them to climb the outdoor stairs to the house. When we entered she led me into her bedroom. Thick pads on the floor but no real bed or other furniture. She took my wet beach towel and gave me a bath towel. Nishi was sitting on the mat(tress) cross legged opposite me drying her hair. I asked her what she thought we heard on the beach. She said “Robin, only you can say what you think it was. I believe it is the spirit of someone who loved me still watching over me. I do not mean to be spiritual or overly sentimental but perhaps it is your Beth still watching out for you.”

I said nothing, I just watched as the magic of her hands folded her hair back up. I noticed with her arms up how tiny she really was. Her breasts, barely an A cup, were however perfectly round and had quarter dollar size areola and very tiny nipples. As I looked between her legs she appeared to be shaved but I would later find out that except for a few fine black hairs she was naturally naked of hair between her legs.

She saw me looking and moved closer to me. She asked again, “do you think it was Beth you heard or do you think it might have been my own body calling to you?”

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