Auntie and I Ch. 03

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My summer in Maine with Auntie was more than half over when my mother visited. The days leading up to her weekend with us were a little tense. Art class had become a live sex show, so Auntie decided we should abstain from sex for the rest of the week after the Tuesday class before Mom’s visit. It seemed like trying to quickly turn boiling water cold again, but I agreed it was probably a good idea. The class had been fun, Auntie sitting up, riding me cowgirl style, slow at first and then all-out with tits bouncing until we both had nice orgasms. The women liked it because they had a full class to draw her tits. Some of the renderings looked nicely three-dimensional. Abigail said they were the nicest tits she’d seen, but then Meredith reminded her of the night they all drew Maria. Maria was embarrassed by the revelation and blushed, not knowing I already knew of those sessions. Auntie confessed to them that she’d shown me all those drawings, and some of the others blushed, too. Soon all the images of their lovely breasts were spread out all over the work table again, and the women all looked pleased when I gazed upon them approvingly.

“He’s an artist, girls,” Auntie said, proudly. “He sees the beauty in every woman.”

Something else happened right before my mother’s visit. I don’t know if it had anything to do with Auntie’s abstinence, but it may have contributed a little. I fell into an affair with one of the women; a married woman, as they all are. I’m not proud of it, and still wish it hadn’t happened.

If you’d asked me the week before who I was most likely to end up in bed with, I would have said Maria, but it wasn’t her I fell in with. It was Phoebe who seduced me. She was the quietest of all the women, and possibly the loneliest. Her husband worked on a boat that fished George’s Bank, an area of the North Atlantic that used to be rich in cod fish. These days it’s a struggle to catch many, and the boat stays far out to sea for long periods of time. Phoebe was lonely, and she said watching me with Auntie on Tuesday nights had stirred up so much horniness she could hardly stand it. She didn’t seduce me with that line, though. It was later that I found out about all that. No, the seduction was artful. Literally.

I was walking down Main Street the day after art class, the week my mother was to arrive. I had my sketch pad under my arm and a small backpack with my supplies. I was way down the far end of the street, near where it dead-ends at the old abandoned sardine packing plant. That’s where I was heading, an old broken-windowed building with colorful graffiti on it’s flanks, some of it fading, maybe older than me. I wasn’t too far away, on a stretch of road that had sand and gravel on it from disuse. That’s when I heard Phoebe’s voice.

“Hi Jon!” she said. “Mind if I join you, or would you rather be alone?”

She was scurrying along at a good clip, with a sketch pad of her own under her arm. It was a warm day by Maine standards, and I immediately noticed she didn’t have a bra on under her t-shirt. The breasts that I’d admired in the drawings on the worktable had come to life, with hard nipples the same as they were that night she posed for the women. It’s hard to judge such a thing, and impolite, but if I was asked I’d have to say they were my second favorite pair of breasts from that group of women, based solely on the drawings, of course. Even in real life, with all their shirts on at the art class, I’m pretty sure I’d say second only to Maria, not counting Auntie, of course. So, seeing Phoebe out in the world, on a nice sunny day, trotting toward me with the lively bounce of bralessness, it was a pleasant sight for sure.

“Yeah, you’re welcome to join me,” I said. “You ever poke around this old factory?”

“A little,” she said. “Not really inside, but…I’ve been in the parking lot a few times.”

I wondered why, but didn’t ask her to elaborate.

“Your drawings are really good,” I said. “Were you interested in it before you took Pamela’s class?”

“Yeah, I took a bunch of art in high school,” she said. “Drawing was my favorite. Got a Gold Key award in that scholastic competition one time.”

“Oh, nice. Yeah, me too.”

We walked over to where a big overhead door used to be and we went inside the old building. It looked like an ancient ruin in a lot of ways, with bricks scattered on the floor from a toppled wall, broken glass all around the perimeter and debris everywhere you looked. We could have stopped and sketched anywhere, it was all visually interesting, but I wanted to look around and get a feel for the old place.

“I never knew they made sardines around here,” I said. “I thought they all came from Italy.”

“Really?” she chuckled. “They don’t make ’em, Jon, they catch ’em. This is where they cleaned ’em and put ’em in cans. Everybody calls it The Cannery. Lots of the old folks worked here.”

We found some stairs and went up. Fewer windows were broken, but it was just as much of a mess. A hallway led to a big open office space. There were old wooden desks casino şirketleri scattered around, and an old couch. Its cushions were some kind of plasticy vinyl, a sickly yellow color, sort of like mustard.

“What are you looking to draw?” Phoebe asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “Something nice.”

“Am I nice?” she asked. “Wanna draw me?”

She set her sketch pad down on the old couch and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. Her nice breasts caught in it and they wobbled when they went free. She looked just like the drawings I’d seen of her — the same interesting, curious, sort of surprised looking face, and the same hard, pink nipples that looked like they wanted a mouth on them.

I watched silently as her white sneakers came off and her bare feet made footprints on the dusty floor. Her bluejeans were off next, and then her panties, plain white ones that looked nice on her narrow hips. She used her bluejeans to wipe decades of dust off the mustard-colored couch, and then she sprawled herself on it, naked, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

“Tell me how you want me,” she said.

My cock, chubby and awakening when she disrobed, was fully hard, straining the zipper that contained it. Phoebe looked at my lump. She didn’t smile, but her face lit up as if she had, her eyes bright, with excitement behind them.

I asked her for a pose and she got herself settled in it, on her back, one leg crooked at the knee, her arms draped languidly over her. She looked amazing lying there, with sunlight streaming in through a hundred panes of dirty glass. I pulled a wooden desk over where I needed it, brushed it off with my hand and sat on top of it, with my sketch pad on my lap. Phoebe and I talked while I drew.

She was a bookkeeper and tax preparer for many of the small businesses in town, Auntie’s included. She made her own hours and worked at home quite a bit. She laughed and looked a little sad when she said she knew everyone’s secrets but didn’t have any of her own. “Art class,” I said, and she smiled. It was a lovely smile, tinged with loneliness. She was thirty-seven, the same age as Auntie. The two of them looked very different but Phoebe was beautiful in her own way, with a quiet sexiness that, once I got to know her, I found irresistible.

When the drawing was finished I sat on the arm of the old couch and showed it to her. I signed it and said she could have it. She was thrilled, but said she’d have to keep it at the gallery, with the other drawings she’d done at class. And then my cock was in her mouth.

It happened quickly. For weeks I’d been trying to stay cognizant of the married women thing, telling myself over and over again that all the women at art class were off limits even though I’d grown to desire each and every one of them. But, it turned out my good intentions were nothing more than that; any one of “the girls,” as Auntie called them, could have had their way with me. I was a nineteen-year-old boy, after all, with hormones raging and a cock that had a mind of its own. I was lucky that Phoebe was the only one bold enough to make a play for it. The village might have been a scandalous shambles if all hell had broken loose with the others.

Phoebe and I spent a blissful hour on that mustard-colored couch. Our excitement echoed through the big, sunlit space, a thrilling sound that added to the intensity of the experience. My cock seemed to barely fit inside her, but she loved having it there, and I did, too, the extraordinary tightness taking us both higher. She said I was twice as big as anyone she’d ever been with, but that must have been an exaggeration. My big cock did make her fly, though. She came in a way I hadn’t seen before, laughing all through her orgasms in a crazed kind of way, her whole self vibrating like jitterbug. It was thrilling and adorable. And addicting.

When the married woman problem consumed my thoughts the next day, I calmed my nerves by telling myself it was a one time thing, an afternoon fling that got me out of Phoebe’s system, but the day after that, the Friday of my mother’s arrival, I was back on that mustard-colored couch and Phoebe was riding me again, all the way to one of her incredible, laughing orgasms. Two more of them rang out in the quiet Cannery that morning, Phoebe swallowed a big helping of my cum, and the next thing I knew I was kissing my mother at the airport in Portland, wondering, in the back of my mind, if my breath smelled like pussy.

“Hi sweetheart!” she said, hugging me tight. “You look so good! You’ve become a man when I wasn’t looking.”

“You look good, too, Mom,” I said. “How’s Smoky?”

“He’s good. I didn’t realize how much work a big dog is, but I love having him around. Is your Auntie Pam being good to you? She must be feeding you because you look even taller. I think you’ve filled out a little, too.”

“Yeah, she’s good. We eat.”

My mom looked at me silently for a few moments, sadness and happiness both mingling in her eyes. “Not seeing you for a while, it makes me notice casino firmaları how much you look like your father. Has Auntie Pam mentioned it? It’s really kind of amazing.”

“Yeah, she said some of me looks like him.”

“Some of you? All of you. You’re the spitting image. I think it’s wonderful, but you know me, all sentimental.”

We had dinner in Portland and then drove east up the coast, arriving in Toad Harbor just after nine. Twilight was still hanging on.

“You made it!” Auntie said, out on the street to greet us. “Is my car still in one piece?”

“Hi, Pam!” Mom said, hugging her. “Jon’s a good driver. He’s good at everything. Have you taken advantage of his skills? I hope he cooks and cleans for you when you need him.”

“When I need him he’s right there. It’s been a joy having him here.”

“Oh, good,” Mom said. “I miss him, but…gosh he looks good. So confident and manly. I was telling him how much he reminds me of Jonathan. Don’t you see it? When he was Jon’s age?

Auntie looked at me and smiled. “I see it, yeah, everything about him. I feel like I’m sixteen again.”

“Auntie’s got lots of stories about Dad,” I said. “When they were teenagers she caught him in the bathroom.” Auntie and I gave each other a quick look, me a smirk and her a flash of surprise.

“He had his magazine in there,” she said.

“Oh!” Mom said. She laughed nervously. “Ha ha! My, you’re getting into all the dirt. That’s good, though. I was hoping this summer would be educational. Are you teaching him all about the gallery business? It looks just wonderful,” she said, looking at the nice window displays.

“I think I’m giving him some good life lessons,” Auntie said. “He’s really so good at everything.”

I leaned against the car, listening to them talk about me, wondering when it was going to stop.

“He helps me with art class, too. All the women love him.”

“Oh, good,” Mom said. “He was always shy with girls. Being around females is good for a young man, I think.”

“You guys know I’m standing right here, right?” I said, shaking my head.

Mom was tired from travel so we all went to bed early that night. I tried to give her my room, but she insisted on taking the couch. The tiny apartment felt very full with three adults living there. Auntie kept the windows open as much as she could, worried Mom would smell all the sex. I thought she was being paranoid, but I must admit the place did smell that way sometimes. Auntie loves it when my cum flies, and we didn’t always get all of it cleaned up the way we should. One day, a couple weeks before Mom got there, Auntie said the place reeked like an adult movie theater. That’s pretty bad, I guess. I never did ask her how she knew.

Mom was only with us for three nights and a two and a half days or so, a quick trip because Smoky was in the kennel. It was just as well. I love her dearly, but with everything going on it was kind of a relief to see her go. I could tell Auntie felt that way, too. If she’d stuck around until Tuesday I don’t know what we would have done. She’d have wanted to see the art class and meet the women. I don’t even like to think about how awkward that would have been.

So art class happened as usual on Tuesday, the ten of us holed up in the back room with the doors shut, drinking wine and playing with sex in artistic ways. Auntie announced she was super horny and asked if a sixty-nine pose would be okay. Everyone agreed it would be. Auntie was unsure of the viewing angle, so she decided two drawings would be made — one with her head, her hands and my cock as the subject, and then we’d turn around and my head, my mouth and her pussy would be front and center. It all happened so easy and relaxed, for me anyway. The women seemed very casual about it all, too. There was still plenty of excitement, but it was odd how we’d all fallen into a ‘this is just art class’ frame of mind, like what was happening was almost normal.

The first viewing angle was fun. It was the first oral sex in front of the women. I think Auntie had avoided it because it seems even more carnal than fucking. More personal. And with me being her nephew and all, she didn’t want to put it out there in front of everybody. But her exhibitionist desires had grown as the weeks went by, and so there we were, me on my back on the daybed, with my legs spread open to the women, and Auntie on top of me with my almost-too-big-to-swallow cock sliding down her open throat like a fish down the gullet of a Great Blue Heron. Her hand was on my balls, too, for a little added visual effect.

“Good…Goddd!” Ginette said, watching close-up from the front row. I could hear a little heavy breathing, and then the comforting sound of charcoal scratching on rough paper.

Auntie couldn’t very well hold a pose like that, with me deep down her throat, so she asked the women what they wanted to draw. There was a split decision, four voting for deep throat, and four for showing the length of my cock.

“I guess you get both,” she said, “and Jon güvenilir casino gets a half-hour blowjob. Think you can handle it, stud?”

“Yup,” I said, from the comfortable warmth under Auntie’s pussy.

“I’m beginning to think he can go all night,” Meredith said. “And I’m not disliking the idea.”

The others laughed. I smiled and relaxed for a few moments, getting used to the glorious feel of Auntie’s mouth on me again. It felt even more electric that usual, no doubt due to the eyes on me, and I knew I’d have to get my mind off things if I didn’t want to make a quick mess. Giving my attention to Auntie’s pussy seemed to be my only option, even though the women weren’t drawing that angle yet. I latched on with my open mouth and tickled all around her clit with my tongue. She threw her head back, her sweet groan echoing off the ceiling.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Ginette said quietly. “I think I married the wrong man.”

Auntie repaid me with a downward plunge of her head, taking me deep in her throat again, her lips tickling the balls she held tight against the root of my cock. It was game on. The most exciting, visceral bout of sixty-nine of my life was underway. I made her cum three times, even more would have been easy, and she took me to the edge so many times I literally ached. After a long, glorious session, we were both so wound up we were deliriously unaware of our surroundings again — there was just the two of us, the perfect pair of lovers, going all out.

I’d lost all track of time, but maybe Auntie hadn’t. She drove me to the edge again, and that time she let me fly. As my excitement built she had another orgasm, her hips furiously grinding her pussy on my face. My own orgasm hit hard. I screamed into her softest flesh, her hand lost control of my slippery cock and my gushing cum splattered her face. I couldn’t see it when it happened, but Ginette’s gasp and some of the other women’s exclamations gave me a pretty good idea of what had happened. Auntie stuffed me into her mouth again and drank what was left in me, moaning deeply, milking the last drops like she couldn’t get enough.

“Messy,” Meredith said. “I’ll get you a towel.”

I heard her feet scurrying across the floor and I smiled. She loved being our helper.

I still couldn’t see from down where I was, but I could tell Auntie was cleaning the mess off her face with the towel Meredith had handed her. She laughed and said she was going make me pay for it later. A hush fell over the room for a moment. It was her first slip up that I could remember, cluing them all in that some after school activities were happening upstairs. I was surprised it wasn’t common knowledge at that point. I’m sure they all suspected, and maybe even talked about it.

After a short wine break, Auntie was back on top of me on the daybed, both of us turned around so her lovely ass and spread pussy were on display. I could tell showing off like that made her horny, because she moaned and nibbled on my cock with her teeth the way she does when she’s extra randy.

I had my hands on her waist when I started in with my mouth on her pussy, but I got some direction from the women.

“Your hands should be on her ass,” Abigail said.

“Yup,” Meredith said. “And keep your head to the side a little, we need to see that tongue.”

I did as asked and swirled my tongue all around everything soft, licking up through the juice and tickling Auntie’s asshole. She nearly came.

“Jesus. I definitely married the wrong man,” Ginette said.

“Aw, but Frank’s a sweet guy, Ginette,” Meredith said.

“Sweet don’t keep me warm in the wint-ah,” Ginette said. “Lotta cold night’s around these parts. Jonny, honey, wanna spend the wint-ah with us? We could work out some kinda lendin’ system.”

“Sorry, Ginette. I’ve got to get back to school.”

“Less chatter, girls, more drawing,” Auntie said. “Jon, get back to your…modeling.”

I smiled and concentrated on my work again. Auntie came a few more times, the last orgasm a full-on leg shaker. Her hand stroked my cock, slippery from the cum that was oozing out of me. I felt her tongue on me, swirling the mess around, licking me clean.

—

Phoebe and I got together here and there. My favorite place was the small state park just east of town, facing open water with no close boat traffic except for a lobsterman who checked his traps once in a while. Fucking her against the huge rocks on the beach, both of us totally naked, was a dangerous thrill. We were seen that way at least twice, but Phoebe was pretty sure they were tourists. One couple watched us for a while from a distance. I used my posing knowledge and angled us so they could see my big cock going into her. Her narrow hips and small ass make me look even bigger, so I think they got a pretty good show. Sex with people watching had become normal for me, but I knew it was dangerous, especially with a married woman.

We’d go to the old cannery on rainy days, up on the office level, on our mustard-colored couch. Sometimes we’d use the old desk, either with Phoebe bent over it or with her lying on her back on it so I could fuck her standing up. She liked it that way, with me holding her slender legs up against my chest. I loved the way her tits moved when she was in that position.

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Confederate Gold Ch. 03

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Tuesday-Wednesday, 4-12 April, Richmond to Just North of Danville, Virginia

The men in the train had barely settled down, a bit more than two hours after they had cleared through the skirmishes at Manchester, across the James River from Richmond, and headed west along the river bank, before they pulled off on a siding in a forest near the town of Goochland.

Even though the men already were exhausted and had barely recovered from the fear of the close-call escape from Richmond, as soon as the train came to a stop, Captain Singleton was rousting the men out again.

“We’ll travel only at night,” he declared. “Now, I need every one of you off the train and cutting brush to lay over the rails spurring off from the main line and to hide the back of the train. Rocks and dirt over the connection as well. If there are Union scouts out during the day, we don’t want them to find the train.”

So, between then and the hour before dawn, the men worked hard to camouflage the train. The captain then told them all to get some shuteye into the light of day. “Get some rest,” he said. “There will be work to do here in the daylight hours.”

With that, he sent most of the men to the two passenger carriages in front of the freight cars and bade Eaton to come into the forward carriage with him. Settling himself and Eaton down on a padded seat at the forward end of the carriage with the other men in the carriage closer to the other end, he drew Eaton close to him and covered the both of them with a blanket. When Eaton felt one of his hands being taken in Singleton’s and moved to the captain’s lap under the blanket, Eaton realized that he wasn’t going to get to sleep for a while.

There was no question that he would give the captain the release from tension that he wanted. Eaton enclosed his hand over the engorging cock and stroked a groaning Singleton to an ejaculation. As he did so, he could feel the captain relaxing to his touch, with just a short period of tensing up before he released his seed, followed by a long sigh and a murmur by the soldier of, “I wish to do more, but we have a greater need for sleep in the time we have.”

“I don’t understand why the rail line follows the James River west by northwest if it goes to Danville,” Eaton said as the two dozed.

“Ah, I forget you have been given some education,” the captain responded. “The line doesn’t go directly southwest to Danville. It serves Charlottesville to the west, as well, and then it goes south through Lynchburg. Tomorrow night we will be in Charlottesville. Then the long run to Danville.”

“And then?”

“This train goes only that far. The government will reform in Danville and stay there if it’s safe but go farther south, if it isn’t. We go no farther than Danville, in any case.”

“And the cargo we’re carrying? Where is it going?”

“Sleep now, little one. There is much work to do in the coming day.”

* * * *

After daybreak there were fewer men to do the work the captain wanted done than Singleton had thought there would be. When he rousted the men out, he found, to his great anger, that nearly all of the slaves he’d brought on board had evaporated in the night. To Eaton’s disappointment, this had included the black stallion slave who had laid him so completely the previous night. And they had taken some of the leather cases containing the Richmond bank assets with them. The captain didn’t discover this immediately, though. Before he could discover he had lost most of his black beasts of burden, he looked out of the window of the carriage after disentangling himself from Eaton to spy two of his own soldiers stealing away from the train and carrying one of the leather cases between them.

He was sluggish getting his rifle out of its case but spot on in bringing both of the men down with just two shots. He immediately gathered his most reliable soldiers about him, kicking himself that he had put them all in the first carriage rather than on watch dispersed among the other carriages, and made all of the remaining men stand at attention as the two dead soldiers were buried. He had confiscated all firing arms except for those his own trusted lieutenants carried.

After the burial, he announced that more shovels were to be dispersed among the remaining men and that they were to start to pull some of the leather cases out of the freight cars. He specified that twenty cases were to come out, and he designated where they were to be buried at a short distance in two different directions from the train there, just east of Goochland.

Only two of his most reliable men were with him as well as Eaton, who he kept within his sight at all times, when Singleton marked four trees in four different directions with symbols that were mysterious to Eaton. The burial complete, the small contingent returned to the hidden train. There Singleton charted the locations in some sort of code in a notebook he was carrying.

Afterward, Singleton had the last freight car opened and five horses were brought out. He had the horses saddled and picked out four men casino şirketleri to make up a scouting party with him. “I need to know if the Union forces have come this far up the river yet,” he said. Before he left he took Eaton into the freight car the horses had come out of and chained him up, lying in the hay that had been spread for the horses and between hay bales, leaving little doubt that he didn’t want Eaton running off like most of the other slaves had done. The other men were told to sleep until nightfall when they would be required to clear the track so that the train could make a nighttime dash to the next stop, in Charlottesville. Leaving them under the guard of soldiers Singleton could rely on, he went off with the scouting party in mid-afternoon.

About an hour after the scouting party left, Eaton heard the door of the horse carriage being rolled aside. His eyes were dazzled by late-afternoon sunlight for a brief moment before the door was slid shut again and he realized that three of the soldiers were in the car with him.

“Thought you might be lonely in here all by yourself,” one said in a sneery voice.

“I know who you are—you’re a male doxy from Temple’s, ain’t you?” the second exclaimed.

“And I know why the captain is keepin’ you so close to him,” the third added.

“He told us to sleep, but I’m not as tired as I’m horny,” declared the first. “I can sleep better after a good fuck. You open for business as much here as you were at Temple’s, ain’t you?” He pulled some coins out of his pocket and tossed them in the hay beside Eaton’s prone body. He turned to the other two. “Come on boys, ante up and let’s keep this all business like. He has it for sale, don’t you, boy?”

With a sigh, Eaton pulled his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his trousers. He saw no use in trying to deny them and it was, in fact, what he gave men who were willing to pay. There was no place for him to go anyway. He’d been chained here. They were white men. They could take what they wanted without paying him, if they wished. Once they saw that Eaton would surrender to them, the other two men were quick to add their coins to those the first man had dropped.

Eaton went on his back, his torso propped up on his elbows, his legs spread and bent, feet on the floor of the carriage, and a wad of hay under the small of his back, his pelvis rolled up and his hole open and winking at the three soldiers. “Who’s first?” he asked in a weary voice.

The three took turns fucking him for two hours, in relay, both in the missionary and the doggie positions and fucking both his ass and his throat. They might have gone on for a third hour, if Captain Singleton didn’t return from scouting, slide open the freight car door, and catch them in the act.

He would have shot the three soldiers there on the spot, if Eaton hadn’t intervened. “I didn’t deny them,” he said, “and, look, they paid me. They are just men being men. And they did nothing to me that white men haven’t done before.”

“And colored men too,” Singleton muttered under his breath, but he continued to look belligerent and stroked the trigger of the rifle he had pointed on the soldiers, Eaton said. “Don’t you need these men for your mission here? Aren’t they just taking what you want to have? Let them go and slide that door closed and take what you want too.”

Built up with denial of a completed fuck with Eaton the day before and with the adrenaline of all that had transpired in the day and night of the evacuation from Richmond, Singleton took Eaton the first time like a wild man, fucking him rough and deep and rapidly, his throbbing cock pistoning in and out, sliding easily through the accumulated cum of the three soldiers in Eaton’s passage. Eaton wildly fucked him back, moving his hips in rhythm with Singleton’s thrusts, opening totally to the man’s kisses as well as the thrusting of his cock, digging his fingernails into the captain’s biceps and shoulder blades.

“Good as you got from that slave last night?” Singleton growled.

“Yes, yes. Fuck me hard!”

The second coupling was slower, more sensuous, with Singleton kneeling and upright, embracing Eaton’s small, more delicate body in his lap, and the two rocking back and forth to provide the friction of the hard cock in the channel that induced their mutual ejaculation.

When they left the carriage to join the men, they ate ravenously of the dinner that had been prepared in the twilight, and, while the other men were clearing the track in the dark and before the train got under way again, Singleton carried Eaton out into the forest, lay his body on top of where they had buried one of the treasure troves, covered him full length, both men naked, and fucked him again in long, slow, deep slides into the quick of the sighing young slave.

After that Singleton accepted that no chains were necessary to bind Eaton to him. Eaton had been completely open to him, grasping the churning cock with his passage muscles and making caressing love to it—milking the cock and then holding Singleton close to him, inside casino firmaları him, and, with sighs and small cries of passion, milking it again . . . and again. Eaton couldn’t get enough of the cock, and it was only the limits of time and the aching of Singleton’s milked balls that brought them to a finish. It was clear that Eaton was bound by the need for the blond god’s cock working inside him.

* * * *

“President Davis needs it to finance a new army. Some, as we did today, is being cached. But the two trains ahead of us are taking it where he can put his hands on it.”

Captain Singleton and Eaton were huddled under the blanket just on the other side of the wall from the locomotive, as the train glided through the night as silently and slowly as it could toward Charlottesville to escape detection. The two were pleasuring each other with their hands under the blanket and Singleton was being surprisingly open in his responses to Eaton’s questions about the captain’s mission.

“Where can he put his hands on the money where the Union army can’t get to it?” Eaton asked.

“The Union army isn’t everywhere, and a great part of it is now bogged down in occupying Richmond. Lee’s plan was never to hold the capital. He’s racing his forces south even now in pursuit of Grant’s headquarters. If he can capture the Union’s commander, the Northern forces will collapse.”

Eaton wasn’t that sure he believed that. The two forces had been fighting across Virginia for years. Someone in Eaton’s position was able to hear unguarded talk by Confederate military men when they visited Temple’s, having no idea that a servicing darky like him would have brain enough to pay attention to and understand what they said. As far as he understood it, the South was being pounded into dust by a never-waning supply of soldiers from the North. He asked again where the assets to be used to raise a new army were going that was safe, whether that was where Singleton was headed, and whether Singleton was planning to take Eaton there as well.

“If the government can’t stay in Danville—if Lee doesn’t catch up with Grant and trounce him—President Davis is taking the government to Washington, Georgia, and is taking the gold on his train there with him. The second train is going to Charlotte, North Carolina, to what was the U.S. mint post there. That should be deep enough in the South to be out of the reach of the Northerners. Yes, after I have cached the gold in this train, I am to go to Georgia. And, yes, I will take you with me.”

Satisfied, as the very notion of a freedom that required him to take care of himself in the chaotic conditions of the day frightened Eaton, he snuggled down in Singleton’s embrace as the train crossed back to the north bank of the James River and moved up to and through Charlottesville. The train didn’t stop there, as the captain couldn’t be sure which army held Charlottesville at the moment. It stopped on a siding just south of the town to be camouflaged as it had been the previous night. When daylight came, Singleton commandeered wagons and teams from nearby farms, loaded them with twenty of the leather cases, and took them up onto the ridge running along the southern edge of the town. He took Eaton with him.

Standing on the ridge top as men dug holes to hide the leather cases and after Singleton had marked a perimeter of trees with similar mysterious symbols to those he had done outside Goochland, he stood, with Eaton, and looked down into the town. He drew Eaton’s attention to the university buildings at the edge of the town and then beyond it to the ridge running east of Charlottesville and a small mountain upon which could be seen Thomas Jefferson’s home, Monticello, untouched, thankfully by the civil war raging around it.

“Why here?” Eaton asked the captain as the soldiers and two of the slaves who hadn’t managed to escape yet dug into the red-clay soil.

“A prearranged area,” Singleton answered. “The ridge we’re standing on is called the Hessian Hills. This is where the captured German troops who were British army mercenaries were brought to be interred when they lost the Battle of Saratoga in the American Revolution. We selected memorable spots in our history that have generally been forgotten.”

Emboldened by the captain having taken him into his confidence the previous night, Eaton asked about the symbols Singleton was marking on the trees.

“Have you heard of the Knights of the Golden Circle?” Singleton asked. “I wager not.”

Eaton took a few moments to conjure up conversations he’d overheard in the brothel, but couldn’t surface the mention of any such organization. “No, I haven’t,” he answered.

“The KGC is an organization of Southern gentleman—and more than a few well-placed sympathizers in the North—who are concerned for the welfare of the Confederacy. I’m a member, as is President Davis. It was the KGC council’s idea to salt some of the assets away, and, even more than historical sites, I’m burying parts of the treasury near where the KGC is in strength—secretly, of course. I’m güvenilir casino marking the caches with the symbols they understand and am making a chart, which I will get into the right hands when our work is finished.”

As he gave this explanation, he was using a telescope to survey the valley between the two ridges in which the town of Charlottesville was nestled. He suddenly growled an expletive, snapped the telescope shut, and declared, “I see a company of mounted soldiers down there, coming into the town from the north and wearing blue uniforms. We need to get back to the train now.”

Within moments, the men were back in the two wagons and riding along the ridge to the south to where the train was hidden. When they got back it was to find that several more soldiers had deserted the train and had taken cases with them. There wasn’t much Singleton could do about that at this point. He was losing control over who was loyal to him and his mission and who wasn’t.

“What now?” Eaton asked him.

“We just have to continue with the plan,” the captain answered. “Tonight we push on to Danville. We’ll let President Davis decide what happens then. We’ve cached what I was directed to hide between Richmond and Danville. But for you and me now . . .” he said, turning a lustful eye on Eaton, who had no doubt that his “now” was going to be on the hay in one of the freight carriages, writhing under the captain.

Later, they were, indeed, in a freight car alone among bales of hay, with much of the hay having become undone and strewn around on the floor of the car. Eaton, naked, was sitting on a bale of hay, with Singleton standing between his legs, the fly of his trousers flared, his suspenders hanging down on either side, and his hands pressing into the back of Eaton’s skull, as the young black took his cock deep in the throat at the manipulation of Singleton’s hands. When he was ready, the captain reached down, grabbed Eaton’s ankles, and pitched him onto his back on the bale. He then pressed in between Eaton’s spread thighs, thrust inside his passage, and pumped him to an ejaculation.

Yielding totally to him, Eaton relaxed and opened his passage to take the officer’s hard cock deep, raising his arms to run his fingers into the captain’s blond chest hair and rub the man’s taut nipples, while making little moaning sounds of total surrender in the back of his throat and murmuring, “Yes, yes, be good to me. Take me to heaven.”

Singleton did just that, filling and fully possessing the young quadroon who was his slave in more ways than one.

When he was done, Singleton buttoned his fly and pulled the suspenders up unto his bare shoulders. He walked over to the sliding door to the carriage, turned, and said. “I need to be able to count on the loyalty of a few of the men at least. Do you understand?”

“I can see the need for that,” Eaton answered.

“There are two who are my best—Lyle and John. I’ve seen the way they look at you when you are with me. Do you understand how important it is for me to keep them with me—with us?”

“Yes,” Eaton answered, dipping his head in submission.

“Do you understand what I need you to do for me?”

“Yes,” Eaton said, not daring to lift his head so that Singleton could see the hurt and love in his eyes.

Singleton pulled the car door open and told the first man who passed by, “Find Lyle and John and tell them I want to see them here now.”

“Yes, sir.”

The two delighted soldiers fucked Eaton in successive turns, easily sliding their cocks in each other’s cum inside Eaton as well as what Singleton had earlier deposited there. Eaton lay there, the dutiful quadroon slave prostitute, receiving them as he had been trained to do so, legs bent and spread, arms outstretched in an attitude of openness and supplication, as the two rough soldiers plowed him hard. One crouched over where Eaton was on his back on the hay bale just as Singleton had been when the captain had fucked Eaton earlier and the other at the other side of the bale, holding Eaton’s head between his hands, and arched back to give the soldier a straight slide of his cock into Eaton’s throat. When the first one had come, the two soldiers, not believing their luck but ever grateful to their captain, who sat on another bale, stroking his cock and watching them, exchanged positions.

Thereafter, when it was convenient, Lyle and John were given sex privileges with Eaton—but only after Singleton had fucked him first. Their loyalty to Singleton was solidified.

There was no indication that Singleton was disturbed by this at all. Steeped in the culture of the South, he saw himself as both the master and the protector of Eaton, for whom he had a great deal of benevolent affection and whose servicing he enjoyed immensely. But Eaton was a slave, no matter what Abraham Lincoln said about it, and he was a prostitute. His lot in life was to take men’s cocks, including Singleton’s, to open his legs on command and pleasure and give release to men, and to serve Singleton as he was needed. Singleton’s principle concern was that he get his release inside Eaton first—officers before soldiers. The randy little quadroon had made abundantly clear that he wanted men’s cocks inside him. Besides, he was a slave; he really had no opinion to entertain in the matter.

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Amy Hart knew from the moment she saw Edna Martinez that the brunette would be her subbie. Edna had that forlorn look all submissive lesbians have, knowing in their hearts that they only live to worship pussy, making their lives singularly focused, keeping them unhappy when they aren’t in one of the innumerable positions from which they can practice their craft. Making love to pussy.

That’s how Amy thought of pussy worshippers, they have a craft and it is to live that description, worship pussy by paying endless oral love to it wherever they find it.

And Amy intended to find out quickly how exactly how much this slut loved pussy.

They were in the mall and Amy was window-shopping when she first noticed Edna. Amy realized the woman was tagging along after her, just like so many pussy hounds do; trying to appear non-chalant when Amy was pretty sure Edna was burning up with desire. Of course, the two had not met and so neither actually knew the other’s name at this point.

Amy saw Edna squeezing her legs together as if to relieve the excitement she was feeling in her own pussy. But Amy could care less about Edna’s pussy; all that mattered was Amy’s divine cunt and The blonde was now more determined than ever to get this slut on her knees serving her superior blonde pussy.

Then, Amy suddenly felt fluids sliding down her legs. Of course, Amy had no panties on; she never did when she was going hunting for a face to service her. Amy’s pussy always started leaking and flowing when she was in the vicinity of a pussy hound; it was like she knew there was a face ready to serve her and her pussy was always ready for service. The juice was really starting to flow down Amy’s legs as she thought more and more about the brunette tailing her and the fact that soon, very soon, the brunette would be eating it. Amy liked to think of it that way, as her subbies eating IT. And there was no shortage of that flow. Most of Amy’s lovers called her “Juicy Lucy” in tribute to her flowing pussy. And Amy’s flow was both loose and gooey, both kinds of sex cream for her pussy worshippers to wallow in, to coat their tongues, faces, noses and mouths.

So, since Amy was leaking anyway, she decided to give the little subbie behind her a better show. Amy thought she was looking really hot and Edna wasn’t the only mall shopper casting glances her way. But for the moment, she was the one Amy’s pussy was flowing for.

Amy was dressed in a short, very short, pink leather mini-skirt and a matching, barebacked halter top tied at the waist and neck, giving anyone who wanted to look a nice view of her golden, tanned flesh, around her face, her neck, at the midriff, and plenty of curvaceous leg. Amy knew she was a hottie and she liked to flaunt it. Amy always thought it was funny when people would say something like, “Doesn’t she know what a tease she is?” Well, of course, teases know they are teases and Amy was one of the worst. And Amy knew she was teasing the short brunette who was tailing her. And, she wanted to tease Edna more. To turn Edna’s already saliva-producing mouth into a real river of spit as she thought about eating Amy’s glorious pussy.

One thing was for sure, the brunette was more than just trailing Amy, and she was now openly, blatantly and lewdly stalking the blonde beauty. Her tongue was practically hanging out of her mouth with desire, desperately seeking its intended target. And Amy intended that the brunette’s mouth, lips, tongue and face would not miss that target – her casino şirketleri pussy.

Amy noticed that the brunette had given up the pretense of casually strolling and window-shopping in the same area as Amy. She was now openly ogling the tanned and lithesome flesh Amy had so carefully placed on display to draw in a pussy hound such as this slut. Amy, who was feeling supremely confident that the brunette would soon be servicing her, decided to drag it out, however, and to give the pussy lover who was following her an expanded show.

Amy began by stroking her arms, scratching her tanned legs and then her exposed, flat and muscled stomach. Then she bent over and allowed the brunette a full view of her pantiless charms. With each movement, Amy further inflamed the brunette.

Let me leave a little gift here for her, Amy thought to herself. And with that thought, Amy ducked into the Victoria’s Secret store. Amy gave the brunette a few moments to scurry inside the store and to get herself into a position near her soon-to-be Goddess.

Once the brunette was situated a few feet away from Amy, the younger girl made a big show of reaching into her purse and pulling out a wad of Kleenex tissue. She put the wad in her right hand and in full view of the brunette she reached between her legs and swabbed the tissue through her pussy lips, soaking the flimsy paper in both her gooey and runny pussy juice. Amy then turned her head to look at the tissues and then tossed a disdainful sneer toward the brunette and then she blithely pitched the tissue paper on top of a display of thong panties.

Amy glanced at the brunette again and casually waved her hand from the brunette toward the soiled tissue as naturally as if she were telling the woman where the bus stop was. The clear invitation by Amy was for the brunette to come and sample her wares. Even if it was second hand – for now.

Amy then turned on her shapely heel and walked 10 feet or so away from where she had left her offering to the brunette.

The brunette, no matter how debasing or embarrassing it seemed, moved steadily toward the blonde’s “gift”. She just couldn’t resist the offering and even though it was a blatant admission of her submission to Amy, submission to the superior young blonde woman even if she had never met her and didn’t even know her name.

The brunette could not hold back, she bolted to the pile of black thong panties and stood over the blonde’s gift. She looked down at the treasure and reached to pick it up.

Amy snickered and laughed at the brunette’s open display of pussy lust.

The brunette reached to touch the goo-encrusted tissues with such reverence and awe it was as if she were about to touch the Holy Grail. In fact, for this slut, it was her Holy Grail. She stopped her hand just before reaching the tissue and looked over again at the scantily clad Amy and then quickly picked up the tissues that were soaked in Amy’s pussy sauce. She brought it slowly to her face, stopping it when it was about an inch under her nose. Then, with her eyes locked with Amy’s, she took a deep inhaling breath. And Amy nodded her arrogant approval.

The gorgeous blonde then turned on her heel and headed toward the dressing rooms. She didn’t see Edna bring the tissues to her lips and begin to lick the pussy juice. She didn’t see it, but she instinctively knew that was what the brunette would be doing. It would give her enough time to get to the dressing room and prepare for Edna’s arrival.

Sure casino firmaları enough, Edna headed into the dressing room area and wandered around until she got to the last room, the only one where the door was closed and where she figured the gorgeous blonde would be. Edna, feeling an overwhelming sense of hunger, knew she would be feeding soon, and it couldn’t come soon enough.

Edna knocked lightly on the door and heard the wonderful melodic voice of the blonde call to her.

“Come in.” It was all the blonde said, but it was enough for Edna. The brunette slowly opened the door and wasn’t surprised, but was delighted that Amy was standing bare-ass naked, wearing only pink, strappy heels.

And 25-year-old Edna took it all in, took in the vision of heaven that was before her. Amy Hart, all 115 pounds of her in a delightful five foot, eight inch frame, with 38DD tits and a body with curves in all the right places. Plus, Edna noted, her creamy skin was tanned golden brown, all over, no bikini lines.

Edna, overwhelmed to be in the presence of such beauty, did manage to lift her eyes and look Amy over from head to toe, beginning with her blonde platinum hair, split neatly down the middle of her head and hanging to a spot just above her glorious breasts. For only a moment, she noticed the perfect make up that adorned Amy’s face. A face that in addition to the large blue eyes, set off with eyeliner, included an adorable nose, lips that looked to be made for kissing and a small dimple in her chin.

Edna’s eyes then continued their loving appraisal of Amy’s body, moving down to her perfect breasts, topped with light brown nipples that were erect and obviously showed her state of arousal. The pussy worshipper’s eyes continued down to Amy’s perfectly flat stomach and on to her glorious pussy. Edna managed to tear her eyes from that treasure to finish taking in the 20-year-old’s legs, which were thin, sexy and graceful. Edna could hardly believe her luck in being in the presence of such beauty and sexuality. She knew that her hunger would be fed shortly.

She couldn’t think of a thing to say to the dream girl in front of her. A part of Edna wanted to fall down on her knees and kiss the girl’s toes, which were visible through her pink heels. Another part wanted to ask the blonde if she could slake her thirst and hunger for pussy by worshipping the lips so blatantly on display in front of her. She did neither, however and waited for Amy to command her. Edna was very good at following a beautiful woman’s orders.

Amy didn’t speak; she only raised her arm and crooked her finger toward the glassy-eyed slut in front of her. Edna shuffled over toward her dream and wasn’t surprised when once she got in front of Amy; the younger woman simply put her hand on Edna’s head and began to lightly push down.

Edna allowed herself to go to her knees, bringing her flushed face on a level with Amy’s muff. And Amy knew that the close-up look Edna was getting at her pussy would be a shocker. For Amy knew that in reality she didn’t have just a pussy, she had a cunt!!

Amy had a cunt with big puffy lips that drooled her cunt juice onto her thighs; it was for some women a bit of a scary sight. Not for Edna, though, she loved it, knowing that it took a full cunt like this to provide her with the feeding she craved to slake her desires.

Amy knew from her conversations with pussy sluts who had dined at the shrine at the top of her thighs that pussy worshippers regarded her cunt as a wild güvenilir casino animal, out to take down the faces of twat eaters.

Amy told Edna to look up at her face.

“I want to look in your eyes as my pussy mates with your face, do it, make love to my cunt.”

Amy held her hand at the side of Edna’s face and guided it to her pussy, all the while locking eyes with Edna. Just before contact was made, Edna stuck out her tongue to approval from Amy.

“Very good. You know that you are about to dine on the pussy flesh of a woman you don’t even know, right? You don’t even know my name, but your mouth, lips and tongue will, very soon, be quite familiar with my pussy. This tells me that you are not romantically involved with me, you just want cunt. Now, tell me all of that.”

“I don’t know your name, but I strongly desire to eat your pussy. It doesn’t matter that I don’t know your name, I just want your pussy.”

“Good girl. Now, keep that tongue sticking out and I will rub my slit over it, don’t do anything right now, just allow your tastes to be whetted for the pussy feast you are about to indulge in.”

And Amy proceeded to use Edna’s tongue, teasing not only herself, but also the supplicant in front of her. Both women knew their roles and both cherished them. Amy knew it was a perfect mating, her voracious cunt with the mouth and face of a true pussy worshipper.

It was a beautiful act of body worship; Edna’s adoration and Amy’s acceptance. Truly beautiful for those who found that sort of subservience stimulating. And both Amy and Edna were among those who appreciated the worshipful love dance they were just beginning.

Although neither woman knew the other’s name, they were fully able to participate in the sexual rendezvous in the Victoria’s Secret dressing room. Once Amy had sated her initial desire to use Edna’s tongue, she told the older woman that she wanted to lay on her shoulders with her back nestled up against Edna’s front and spread her legs lewdly in front of the pussy hound.

Quickly, the pair was in position, Amy’s legs were widespread, opening all of her charms to Edna’s hungry gaze. And Amy knew exactly what Edna wanted.

“Do you want to continue to lick it or do you really want to eat it?”

Amy’s answer came as Edna lowered her face and began to gobble the cunt in front of her.

“Just as I thought slut. Sluts like you always want that sticky little pussy glued to their lips, the sweaty little gash fucking their face, the thick slimy goo filling their mouth. You want to be a blonde’s slut bitch don’t you? To take her superior cum in your mouth, your slutty pussy mouth.

Edna’s tongue made one long swipe from the bottom of Amy’s gash to the top, coating her tongue with Amy’s warm, salty discharge.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” Edna moaned as even more of the thick, creamy potion coated her palate and throat. Edna’s tongue continued licking, probing the luscious, tangy pussy. Suddenly, Amy’s hips began a slow, thumping tempo on Edna’s tongue.

Edna could feel Amy’s fingers under her nose as she stroked her own clit, leaving Edna with her wet gash and Edna’s futile attempt to lick it dry. Amy’s hips continued their rhythm, her hand under Edna’s head holding the pussy worshipper’s mouth firmly to her, Edna’s tongue and jaws aching to keep up with Amy’s approaching orgasm.

Edna felt Amy’s body stiffen, heard the low, short grunts emitting from her throat as she filled Edna with her tangy, addictive cum juices. Edna almost lapped herself into unconsciousness, the gurgle in her throat caused by Edna’s gasping for breath and swallowing at the same time.

Amy had fed Edna for the first time, but Amy felt it would not be the last.

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I wake up. The darkness enveloping me. I feel my heart racing. I remember vividly what I had just dreamt. My little sister was standing right in front of me. She just turned 18 a month ago, but still held on to the days when she was just my goofy, lovable sister. Those days are long gone now.

She was wearing only her lacy underwear. I was dumbfounded. She stared right at me; through me. She walked towards me. Inching closer and closer. All I could do was stare at her. Taking in her beauty. Her long slender legs that any woman would envy, those gorgeous blue eyes once I always saw innocence in, now only screams lust. Her long auburn hair swaying with her hips as she moved closer and closer. Who would have thought Anna would grow up to be a woman who could make grown men weep in her wake. She takes my hand and places it on her chest. I feel her heartbeat. It was beating rapidly yet she is calm and composed. She smiled at me, and I seem to melt in front of her. I was powerless against her. She leaned in closer. Never leaving eye contact with me. As our lips inch closer, I wake up. The alarm on my phone shocking me into reality.

Same routine for the day ensues, I take a shower get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast. As I head down I glimpse my sister in her room. She is brushing her hair when she noticed me staring at her. She smiled at me and said “Good morning brother!”. I smiled and said good morning as well. Her smile went through me like hot knife through butter. My brain seems to shut off for a few moments whenever she flashes her smile at me.

I take my place on the dining table and begin eating. Ever since dad left, Anna and I had pretty much been alone. Mom was always away to God knows where so I had to take care of my little sister. Our mother barely even shows up anymore. Usually when she’s hiding from her boyfriends she screwed drugs from or the police. Ever since we were little I would always make sure she was okay. She always looked up to her big brother for protection and I took pride in keeping her safe from everyone trying to harm her. I was only two years older than her but with all the responsibilities I carried at a young age, I’ve matured more than what my age would indicate. She was all I had and I was all she had. I saw her in her goofy stage up until she grew up to be the woman she is today.

I picture my sister once again in my dream. Every detail of her body playing on replay inside my mind. I was immediately brought back to reality when Anna snapped her fingers at me. I didn’t realize how long I was out and she was giggling.

“Isn’t it a little bit too early to be spacing out already brother?”

“Just had some stuff on my mind. Come on were gonna be late.”

“But you barely had anything to eat.”

“I’ll be fine. We should be heading out now.”

“Okay bro.”

We walk outside and start heading to school. School isn’t far from where we live and walking is our way of saving money that dad has left us. I work at a diner during the night while Anna is at the track and field varsity. She’s pretty good, her long slender legs are perfect for running. Her scholarship is what’s keeping the both of us from sinking. As we were walking she grabs my arm and brings it close to her. I can feel her chest on my arm and struggle to keep all the terrible thoughts I have for my little sister at bay.

“Bro, please wait for me tonight before you leave for work.”

“I’m not sure I could Anna, my manager has been hounding me lately and I need to clock in the missing hours before the casino şirketleri month ends or were screwed.”

“Please Rick? Pretty please?”

She looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. She knew she had me. I couldn’t say no to her; couldn’t resist her.

“Alright alright. I’ll wait for you.”

“Yey! Thanks bro!”

She kissed me on my cheek and walked along ahead of me and went to her friends. I watched her skip away and saw her tight ass swaying and I couldn’t pull my eyes away. It was like I was under a spell. She turned her head towards me and shouted “see you later bro!” then she giggled and walked away with her friends.

I got home ahead of Anna since she has practice. I sat on the couch and tried to relax. Thinking I’ll be pulling another all-nighter just to get in all the hours I need to keep my damn job. I keep telling myself it’s all for Anna and me. We’ll make it out of this hole were in somehow, someday. I get up and decide to take a shower.

As I enter the bathroom, I smell the shampoo my sister uses. It quickly reminded me of her. Right then and there I got a raging boner. I cursed at myself for feeling this way, but who am I kidding. My sister was a bombshell. I start replaying my dream in my head and before I knew it, I was stroking my hard cock with my hands. All the while thinking of my sister. I start to pick-up my pace as I was already about to cum. Right as I was about to blow my load I heard Anna’s door lock. From our shared bathroom, it was very possible that she saw me jacking off. Although I could not be sure. I finish my shower and start to get dressed for work.

I exit my room and saw Anna at the couch watching TV. She looked at me and smiled. I was gauging her reaction towards me to try and check if she did saw me earlier.

“I was so tired bro. I went straight to my room and took a nap” she said as she was mindlessly switching from channel to channel on the TV. I got a sigh of relief from this, which means she didn’t see me and I’m safe. I sat down and Anna crawled near me to hug my arm and rest her head on my chest.

“I got us some pizza, let’s eat bro!” she exclaimed. We both loved pizza. She opened the box and we started to eat our fill. She was still curled up next to me as we ate. I kept looking at her fine legs. She was wearing very skimpy shorts and her legs were right there inviting me. Im sure she caught me looking at her legs several times but she doesn’t seem to mind. I felt my erection start to grow under my pants and pretty soon im gonna have a very noticeable bulge in my pants. I stood up and immediately headed towards the kitchen.

“Im gonna grab a soda, want something to drink?” I asked. Trying to think of things to get my boner to settle down.

“Soda is fine.” She replied keeping her eyes on the TV the whole time. I tossed her the soda and sat down once more. Again she crawled towards me. Going back to the position we were in before I stood up. I can feel her chest pressing against my arms. Her perfect legs in display. I’m having a hard time keeping my perverted thoughts at bay. My dick is now slowly but surely growing in size under my pants once more.

“I have to go Anna. My manager is gonna be looking for me now.” I exclaim as I gingerly move myself away from her.

“Do you have to?” She moans in protest. “I have to or else we wont have anything to pay the rent with. Ill be back soon enough.” I kissed her on her forehead and left for work.

Work was the same old routine. But seeing regular customers was nice since most of casino firmaları them knew me and my sister and are usually very generous with tips. At the end of the night, I was Php 3000.00 richer thru tips by our regulars. This put me in a good mood and I decided to settle on a two overtime tonight. I wanted to head home and show Anna how much I made tonight.

When I got home, all the lights were off. I was surprised since Anna doesn’t really go to sleep this early. She was usually at her laptop or talking with her friends. Then I remembered she had practice and was probably tired. I entered the house and noticed the light coming from her room.

Her door was slightly opened so I walked towards her room. But as I got nearer I can hear moans. When I was right at her door, I can clearly see that she was the one making the moans that I heard.

I was peeking into my sister’s room and I was staring right at her. She had no shirt and bra. Her beautiful breast fully exposed and her nipples are standing straight up. She was fondling with one of them while one of her hands was inside her lacy panties. I can see how wet her underwear. She had her eyes closed and was furiously rubbing her cunt. She was biting her lip and her were gyrating. I didn’t even notice that I already had my cock out and was slowly stroking it as I watched my sister rub her clit.

“Oh fuck! Yes yes please fuck me Rick!” Anna moaned. I almost came when I hear Anna call out my name to fuck her. She kept moaning and took off her panties. She tossed it aside and sucked on her finger. Then she drove her middle finger inside her wet cunt and began to finger fuck herself as I watched from just outside her room. I couldn’t resist myself and I pulled out my hard cock out of my pants. “Yes yes Rick please fuck my pussy!” Anna screamed as she kept shoving her fingers in her cunt. “Oh god yes yes im cumming Rick, Im cumming!” she screamed as she neared her orgasm. I was furiously beating my cock trying to match the speed at which her fingers entered her hole.

As I was about to cum, I didn’t realize I was leaning on the frame of the door and I slipped. I fell face first into Anna’s room, my cock still in my hand. Anna shot up quickly pulling her blanket to her exposed body. I quickly stood up, closed the door and went straight to my room.

I laid there in the dark, cursing myself. “what the fuck is wrong with me. That was your sister you dumbass.” I feared that Anna would never talk to me again. I was afraid that she would never trust me and I feared that she would leave me to die alone. She was all I had after all.

There was a knock and my door slowly opened. “Rick? Are you awake?” I heard Anna as she entered my room. “I’m so sorry, you must have seen and heard me. But I couldn’t help myself. I just want you so bad.” She said as she started to walk towards me. I now noticed that she was only wearing underwear at the time. I stood up to try and talk some sense into her. Then I quickly remembered this exact moment. My dream is happening right in front of me. Anna walked ever so slowly, her hips swaying with her hair. Her eyes were locked with mine. Her smile melting me. She brought her face to mine and slowly inched her luscious lips closer and closer. I grabbed hold of her nape and immediately kissed her deeply.

We spun around until her back was turned on the bed. I slowly pushed her down without taking my lips of hers. I laid her down and I gently positioned atop her. I kissed her and began to open my mouth. My tongue slid out and parted her lips. Her güvenilir casino mouth opened without hesitation and welcomed my tongue. Our tongues danced inside her mouth as I pulled her closer to me. I grabbed her breast and she let out a sigh as I gently squeezed it. I brought my hand to her back and unhooked her bra. I pulled off her bra and immediately squeezed both of her breast and she let out a moan.

I began to kiss her chin down to her neck. I licked her earlobes and traced her neck down towards her collar bone. She was loudly breathing with her eyes closed while biting her lip. I lowered my face to her chest and she shivered in anticipation. I licked the outline of her breast as she tries to get me to lick her nipples. I tease her more by slowly licking around her nipple but avoiding it. “Fuck Rick suck my nipples please!” she moaned. She opened her eyes and I stared right at her. I then dove into her nipples and sucked them hard. While my other hand playfully pinched her other nipple. She gasped as I sucked at her. I started flicking my tongue on her erect nipples and she moaned loudly.

I placed my hand on her knees and gently moved towards her now wet sex. I can feel the softness and smoothness of the skin on her thigh. I placed my finger on her clit and started to rub it slowly. Anna was now breathing faster and faster. I sucked her nipples hard once more and flicked my tongue faster. I matched the fingers on her clit with the speed of my tongue on her nipples.

“Fuck Rick im cumming, im cumming!” She yelled. I then shoved one finger inside and as I did I felt her cunt squeeze my finger really tight. She clutched my arm as she rode her orgasm. She twitched several times as her pleasure subsided.

“That was amazing Rick. But now let little sister take care of you.” She winked at me and pushed me on my back and squeezed my now raging boner. She pulled down my boxer and my cock sprang up. She immediately grabbed it and started stroking me.

“You know bro, the other day, I saw you jerking off in the shower. I saw how big your cock was and I wanted to know what it would be like to suck you off. I spent the whole day thinking of your cock. Now I have it, Im gonna suck you till you cant cum anymore.” She smiled at me playfully and began to lick the head of my cock. She was stroking my cock as she licked my head again and again. Then she began to swallow my cock slowly. Sucking and licking my as she does. She slowly lowers her face to accommodate more of my cock in her mouth. She starts bobbing her head and I can see my cock disappear inside her. She tries to get my whole cock inside her mouth but she is having a hard time. Though that didn’t stop her. She kept at it and soon my cock was deep inside her throat. She pulled my hand and placed it on the back of her head. She was pushing my hand down. I immediately understood what she wanted and I grabbed her hair. I was pushing her face down on my cock as I slowly pumped my hips. I was fucking my sister’s throat and it felt amazing.

I was now fucking Anna’s throat faster and faster and I could feel im just about to blow my load. “Fuck sis im gonna cum!” I moaned as I fucked her throat faster. She heard this and grabbed my ass cheeks. She then pulled me closer and slid my cock deeper down her throat. I pulled my cock out and showered her face with my hot cum. She had her eyes closed and she was flashing her best smile. She then scooped the cum off of her face with her fingers and slowly sucked on them one by one.

“Wow bro, that was fucking amazing. But now my pussy is craving your hard cock.” She giggled at me. “You’ll get that soon enough sis. You just have to be a patient and obedient girl.” I winked at her and pulled her to bed. She slept in my arms that night and it was the best sleep I had in years.

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The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily’s poppa had worried that he might lose his job when the new owner took over the Faro, but Charley Quinn had recognized Ike Wilder for the expert rancher he was and kept the old man on as manager.

Quinn had turned the cattle ranch into a horse ranch. The animals she raised were Tennessee Walking Horses. The boys who worked for Ike called the magnificent creatures sissy animals because of their exaggerated trot and fragile nature. They would rather be working around a track or training jumpers. Emily thought the horses were a nice change from the smell and labor of cattle.

The stable had always been Emily’s favorite place on the ranch. Her father’s office was at the end of the stable and she had learned to walk on the straw covered floor. She’d played hide and seek in the stalls and lost her virginity in the loft. She could outride any of Ike’s cowboys. Even as a child, she had a way with the horses. Even the roughest stallion obeyed her gentle voice.

“Who the hell are you?” a firm voice demanded, startling Emily from her memories of her childhood on Faro Ranch.

She finished pitching hay into the chestnut mare’s stall before turning to the voice. “I’m Emily,” she answered, but when her eyes fell on Quinn, her words faltered. Quinn was nearly six foot tall. She wore a black Stetson and a white button-up blouse. The top three buttons of the loose blouse were undone. Her fists were planted on her hips and Emily could see enough of the woman’s breasts to know that Quinn did not have on a bra. She gripped a crop in her right hand as she waited for an answer from the girl. The immaculate black jeans looked like they had been painted onto her body. She wore snakeskin boots with silvertips.

“Wilder’s girl, huh?” Quinn barked. “He’s pretty damn proud of you. Everybody got a cigar on the day you graduated. Even me. Congratulations.” At the sound of the voice, Emily forced her eyes back to Quinn’s face. Eyes so brown they were almost black stared back at the girl. The tall woman took a half step forward. Emily resisted the urge to take a step back as she looked up into the angular face. When Quinn spoke, her voice had a different quality to it. It was soft and seductive and gave Emily a chill she didn’t understand. “Go ahead, look all you want.”

Emily’s face flushed pink at being caught looking. The bright blush was also the result of Quinn’s nearness. Emily was relieved when the woman stepped away and moved to Talia. She patted the horse’s neck and allowed the animal to nuzzle her shoulder. “How’s my girl today?”

Emily tried not to look at Quinn’s firm butt encased in the tight denim. “They are beautiful animals. It’s a nice change from cows.”

“I hope you don’t expect to get paid for mucking out my stables. I didn’t hire you,” Quinn stated, turning toward the girl again. She tapped the crop against the side of her thigh and Emily’s eyes fell in that direction. The jeans revealed the muscles in the woman’s legs. Emily’s eyes lingered on a bulge directed toward the inside of the woman’s right thigh. Her face flushed again. Quinn chuckled and stood with her feet slightly spread to allow Emily the best view.

Emily tore her gaze away and drove the pitchfork into the hay bale and threw some into another stall. “I’m only here for the summer,” she said. Her mouth was dry and her tongue felt thick as she spoke. She concentrated on working so that she would not have to look at Quinn again.

“What will you do at the end of the summer?” Quinn asked as she led Talia from her stall. She ran her hands over the smooth flanks of the creature before slipping a harness over the animal’s muzzle.

“I’ve been accepted to the School of Veterinary Medicine at the University of Tennessee in Knoxville.”

“An animal lover like your father,” Quinn mused. “I suppose we can use one more hand around here this summer. Do you know much about Walkers?”

“I grew up with cows and wrangler horses, but I’m a fast learner.”

Quinn looked over her shoulder just before she exited the stable with Talia. The brim of the hat hid her dark eyes, but Emily could see the smile on her lips. “I bet you are,” she said softly. A shiver raced down Emily’s spine and she hoped that Quinn did not notice.

~

Very few things escaped Charley Quinn’s notice and Emily Wilder was no exception. Quinn viewed women with the same detached, objective eye that she watched horses. She measured their qualities, enumerated their advantages and faults, and determined their value. Among those in her profession, Quinn was considered one of the best. Horse dealers respected her opinion. She was rarely wrong about women, either. She had decided that Emily Wilder was worth casino şirketleri a high price.

Quinn leaned against the fence surrounding the exercise yard, her boot on the bottom slat as she watched Emily put Talia through her morning paces. The girl’s boast of being a quick learner had proven to be true. Ike’s cowboys had told her about Emily’s gift with horses. Quinn had never seen animals respond to a human the way they did to the girl. Emily led Talia around the yard with patient precision. Quinn was pleased with the girl’s progress. If she had to be away from the Faro Ranch for any length of time, Quinn was confident that the girl would see to the horses’ proper training.

Quinn corrected herself mentally. Emily Wilder was no girl. The owner of the ranch had seen Ike’s daughter’s picture in his office and had expected a little girl. She had known that Emily had just finished her undergraduate schooling, but the picture from high school had been imprinted into Quinn’s mind. Emily had grown into a woman at college. The girl in the picture was a tomboy. The woman talking to Talia had curves where none had existed previously, despite the fact that Emily still tried to hide them in flannel shirts and worn-out jeans.

Most girls Emily’s age wore skin-tight hip huggers to make themselves appear sexy. Few of them actually had the figure for the latest fashion craze. Quinn doubted that Emily owned a pair of low rider jeans. As Emily turned Talia, Quinn imagined how Emily’s tight ass would look in a pair of snug hip hugger jeans. The owner of Faro Ranch felt her mouth go dry at the thought. Emily had probably owned the jeans she wore around the ranch since high school. They were thin in all the right places. Quinn casually dropped her hand down to adjust the bulge in her pants.

She smiled as she recalled Emily’s reaction to the visible outline of the thick strap-on she always wore. Emily had attended college at a small Christian school. Quinn assumed that most of the lesbians who attended that school kept their sexual identity a secret. They certainly didn’t broadcast it by wearing the thickest package they could purchase. However, Quinn had no doubt that Emily knew exactly what she saw pressing against the seams of her new boss’s pants. Quinn knew the message that it sent to the girl. She was pleased that Emily had not drawn away in face of the evidence of Quinn’s orientation.

When viewing a horse for purchase, Quinn was accustomed to running her palms over the animal’s flank and legs. Her palms itched to caress Emily in the same fashion. There was no fat on the girl’s body. Her muscles were sinewy. Quinn knew that from watching Emily work with Ike’s other cowboys. The employer knew that the tendons would be well-defined beneath her hands. The ligaments would ripple and relax as she glided her fingers over Emily’s legs and arms and stomach and bottom.

She closed her hand into a fist, trying to push away the thoughts tormenting her. Very few women had the power to drive Quinn to the point of distraction, but Emily had been successful, even though she didn’t know it. Quinn had dreamed of the sandy blond curls trailing across her naked skin. She imagined the contrast between her olive complexion and Emily’s bronzed skin against the white sheets of her bed. She cleared her throat and tore her gaze away from the woman. She headed toward the barn, motioning for Emily to join her with Talia.

“Talia will be ready for competition this weekend,” Quinn mused as Emily led the horse into her stall.

“She’s a good horse,” Emily answered. She didn’t look at Quinn leaning casually against the stall door as she began running her hands over the animal’s flanks. “She enjoys performing. I think she likes making people happy.”

Had Emily turned to Quinn, she would have seen an odd expression on the woman’s face. Watching Emily rub down Talia after her workout sent Quinn’s mind into dangerous places. She watched the small hands moving in rhythm against the large creature and thought about those hands caressing her body. The temperature in Quinn’s blood increased a little. As if reading her employer’s thoughts, Emily stopped the rub down and unbuttoned her flannel shirt. Quinn’s mouth felt dry and her tongue was cemented to the roof as Emily laid the shirt over the half door and resumed her work in a ribbed tank top.

The queer expression on Quinn’s face turned to a leer as she admired the way the tank top revealed the muscles in Emily’s upper arms and clung to her small breasts. Quinn reached down to shift the long rod in her pants. Emily caught the movement and turned to look. Her face flushed and Quinn grinned. She stroked the shaft through her jeans as Emily watched, delighted that the girl did not turn away, even as the blush crept into her chest. As Quinn’s dark eyes continued their exploration of Emily’s body, the outline of the girl’s nipples appeared against the fabric.

The heavy silence that hung in the barn stretched from seconds into minutes. The horses snorted and casino firmaları shuffled but were ignored by the two women. Emily was the first to pull away and Quinn laughed as the girl picked up Talia’s leg and began examining the creature’s hoof. Quinn closed the distance, moving so that her hips were only a breath away from Emily’s upturned rear. “Why don’t you go with me to the competition this weekend?” she asked in a low voice. “You can help with the animals and learn how to show them. Next time, you can help me show.”

Startled, Emily attempted to stand. As she stepped back, she collided with Quinn. Quinn thrust her hips forward, making certain that Emily felt the staff against the line of buttocks. She heard Emily gasp, so she rotated her hips a little to emphasize her presence. She felt Emily’s hips push back and grinned, stepping away to relieve the pressure. “I’ll leave Thursday afternoon at four.”

Quinn swung the crop in her hand, letting it land with a sharp snap on Emily’s bottom. She knew it would sting a little, but the sound would send more of a message than the pain. Emily jerked stiff and Quinn wished she could see the girl’s face. Quinn had as much experience with women as she did training horses. She was certain of the response coursing through Emily’s head and body. She didn’t wait to confirm her suspicions. She didn’t need to.

~

The sting of the crop still burned in Emily’s memory. The blow had not even been hard enough to leave a red welt, but after three days she still felt a tingle across her butt cheeks where the leather had landed. She had spent the last three days avoiding Quinn as much as possible. Whenever she saw the rancher, the woman wore a knowing smile on her face. Emily was ashamed of the incident. She wished she could forget, but Quinn’s presence made certain that it was never far from Emily’s mind.

She had attempted to go riding in an effort to exhaust her body, but the steady drumming of the horse’s hooves and the rocking of her body against the saddle only increased her awareness of the sensations that Quinn had aroused. The steady rub of the saddle against the sensitive spot between her legs had nearly sent the young woman over the edge. Emily was no stranger to sex. She had grown up on a ranch surrounded by men and had overheard their chatter since she was too young to understand. She’d given one of the younger cowboys her virginity the summer before she left for college. The experience had been pleasant, and she’d been with him several times since. She even expected him to propose to her before the end of the summer.

Nothing she’d ever shared with Gage Deerhorn matched the yearning that Quinn had aroused in Emily’s body. Her breasts had felt heavy and sensitive. The friction of her nipples rubbing against her clothing sent fireworks shooting through her veins. The tingling at the juncture of her thighs could not be relieved no matter what she did. If Quinn was present, she did everything she could to hide her twisting. Her fidgeting only rubbed the rough denim against her sensitive lips. She’d tried masturbating in an effort to relieve her tension, but that only made her long for Quinn’s touch. She and Gage had slipped off to the pond for skinny dipping, but his touch had left her cold. She’d made some excuse and left him alone.

Quinn occupied Emily’s every thought, whether the dark haired woman was present or not. Emily felt obsessed with her employer. She wrestled with her body’s desire for the stranger, her heart’s fondness for Gage, and her father’s expectations for her. Her first reaction to Quinn had been surprise. Emily had friends who were lesbians, but they tended to live in secret. The bulge in Quinn’s pants had warmed Emily’s blood. She’d spent a lot of time thinking about what was hidden behind the zipper of Quinn’s fly. She wanted to know what it looked like hanging from the slender hips. She wandered what color it was it. She wanted to feel of it and taste it. She wanted to experience it parting her sensitive folds.

As the weeks had passed, Quinn’s impact had expanded from Emily’s body to her mind. Quinn’s intelligence and insight intrigued Emily. She had enjoyed the time they spent together training Talia and the other horses. They didn’t just talk about horses, but of world events, literature, and movies. Her opinions were well-founded. She’d even begun to sway some of Emily’s long held beliefs. They never spoke of romance. They didn’t discuss lovers or lifestyles, but the sexual tension was a constant undercurrent burning between them.

Emily had been hesitant to come to the horseshow with Quinn. The chemistry burning between them was too strong. Emily’s mind wanted summer to end so that she could escape Faro Ranch and Quinn’s intoxicating presence. Her body wanted to give in to the hypnotic gaze and teasing touches. She hadn’t consulted her heart, but she had come to the horseshow anyway. She hated to admit that she couldn’t get enough of Quinn, but her heart had beat in excitement at the prospect of being güvenilir casino alone with Quinn. She had relished the time in the RV as they had driven to the fairgrounds. They had talked about everything other than the incident in the stable, but the sting of the crop had remained in Emily’s mind.

She knelt in the sawdust of the horse trailer, carefully checking each of Talia’s shoes. She did her actions by rote. She didn’t have to think about how to accomplish her task, but that gave her time to think about other things. Other things for Emily meant thinking about Quinn. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the footsteps in the trailer. She didn’t know she wasn’t alone till the toe of a boot rubbed lightly along the juncture of her thighs.

Emily gasped at the intimate touch, which instantly became firmer. The toe moved up and down through the denim, the point caressing her tender lips. Emily wanted to stand, but she didn’t trust her legs to support the weight of her body. “Is my girl ready?” a soft, familiar voice asked.

The young student struggled for a moment to order her thoughts. She wasn’t certain if the girl Quinn inquired about was the horse or her. Emily opened her mouth to answer and was surprised by the soft moan that escaped from her throat. The toe of the boot seemed to push into her, finding the most sensitive spot on her body. She felt a spasm rock through her and she closed her eyes, fighting the wave threatening to crash through her.

She was relieved when Quinn pulled away, but was unable to do anything but stay on her hands and knees and pant. The horsewoman took Talia’s reins and walked the animal around Emily, leaving the girl alone in the dim trailer. The young woman felt every nerve in her body quivering and tingling with the electricity that Quinn had created. She could feel dampness spreading in the seat of her pants.

The overwhelming thought coursing through Emily’s body asked if Quinn could take her that close to orgasm with the toe of her boot, then how much pleasure could Quinn bring inside the bedroom.

~

The big house seemed bigger since returning from the show. Donavon had shared the house with his wife and son, but Charley Quinn had no one to make the empty rooms seem full. Most of the doors she kept closed. They had no furniture in them and no people to give them personality. Quinn lived in the kitchen and the living room and the big master bedroom on the second level. Both of the downstairs rooms were Spartan in design. She needed very little furniture.

The bedroom was a stark contrast to the other two rooms. A king-sized bed with wrought iron head and foot boards dominated the room. An oak dresser and armoire lined the walls. One wall was devoted to her horses. She had pictures and ribbons hanging on the wall and trophies perched on bookshelves. Above the bed was a painting she had purchased from an Indian woman in New Mexico. It reminded Quinn of a lover she had once had.

A quilt her grandmother had made covered the bed. It had blue and red diamond designs. In the corner was an older rocking chair that her grandfather had made by hand when her mother was born. There was no lace or frills in the room. It was Quinn’s room. It suited her personality perfectly. She loved the view of the ranch from the big windows lining the outside wall. She sat in the rocking chair and stared over the ranch she had owned for five months.

Quinn had enjoyed sharing the RV with Emily over the weekend. Emily’s fragrance had filled the long trailer till it had driven Quinn insane. The girl had been so distant after the competition. Quinn feared that she had crossed over a boundary, but Emily on the ground, her thighs slightly spread, her bottom in the air, had been irresistible to Quinn. The girl had kept her distance from her boss, and Quinn had drank too much and then found an old friend.

A sad smile touched her lips. The old friend had always been a magnificent lover, but that hadn’t stopped Quinn from using Emily’s name at the moment of pleasure. Emily had driven home while Quinn had recovered from her hangover. Quinn had made sure to avoid Emily since they had returned. She was certain the girl wanted her and confident that Emily would come to her in time.

Her eyes swept over the sprawling acres of the Faro Ranch. She had goals for the ranch. She would keep Ike Wilder to manage the horses, but her future plans included animals of a different sort. Perhaps when she had that phase of business established, the house wouldn’t seem so empty. Those plans hadn’t included Emily Wilder, but suddenly, Quinn was trying to decide how the girl would work into that future.

Two riders galloping across the plains that had once been filled with cattle caught her attention and she turned her focus there. The long light colored mane flowing behind the smaller rider unmistakably belonged to Emily. Quinn sat up in the chair, leaning forward as she shifted her attention to the other rider. It took her a few minutes to place him, but she was certain it was the young man with the Indian name. She watched as Emily spurred her mount forward and Gage Deerhorn gave chase. Quinn silently cheered Emily on and was thrilled when the girl seemed to reach the goal first.

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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 casino şirketleri 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 casino firmaları encounter with 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. güvenilir casino Teasing me, licking 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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Johnny Wadd. That was the title of the feature at the first porn theatre I had ever gone to, and that was a day I will never forget. It was sometime in 1974, and I had just turned 18. To celebrate I decided to go to this theatre in Schenectady, New York called the Colony Art Theatre.

I don’t know where the “Art” part of the name came from, because all they showed was porn. The theatre was rundown and the quality of the movie prints was bad, but I didn’t know any better and furthermore I didn’t care.

I didn’t go alone on that weekday afternoon in June. My friend Alan came up with me, and even drove, but when we got there we encountered a problem. Alan couldn’t get in. Although he looked older than I did, Alan wasn’t quite 18 yet, and when the guy at the ticket counter hit us up for ID, Alan was screwed.

I went back outside with him, not wanting to go alone, but he insisted I go see the movie without him, telling me I could take the bus home and tell him all about it. I didn’t want to, but I kept looking over at the movie poster, and finally I gave in

“Sorry kid,” the grubby looking guy said as he looked at my Baptism Certificate which was going to serve as my proof until I got my draft card. “Cops have been busting our ass lately.”

I told him that was okay, fumbling to put my proof away while another man waited patiently behind me to pay, and then I was inside.

It was so dark that I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face at first, but as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light I staggered down the aisle a few rows and moved to the end of a row of seats, hoping that I wasn’t going to sit on somebody lap.

Up on the screen, there was flesh. Naked flesh and lots of it. The women were gorgeous of course, especially for someone who had never seen a real live one yet, but one of the actors caught my eye, and for good reason. It had to be the guy my more knowledgeable friend knew about, John Holmes, who Alan had told me had a dick “even bigger than yours”.

That was crazy, since mine was only big compared to my friend’s, and the thing that was swinging between the horse-faced actor’s legs looked inhuman. As the film went on I came to realize that I was every bit as excited by Mr. Holmes as I was with the girls he was sinking that log into.

At that point in my life I was sure than I was straight, and only had a few dalliances with guys when girls were unavailable. Maybe I had been kidding myself up until then, but as my jeans got more and more cramped I learned more and more about me.

Finally I could stand it no longer and got ready to pull my cock out and jerk off, hoping that in the darkness of the sparsely filled room I would go unnoticed, but just as I started to unzip I saw a figure coming toward me down the aisle.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself as the shape got closer, although I had to admit that in the darkness I had been nearly blind too.

“Sorry,” the voice mumbled when he bumped into me, but then instead of moving back down the aisle he plopped down next to me.

I couldn’t believe my bad luck. There had to be a thousand seats in the place and I could only see about a dozen heads silhouetted in the aisles in front of me. I was trapped, with the wall on my right side and this guy on my left, so I sat and fidgeted while trying to figure out what to do.

“He’s something, isn’t he?” the man said to me, leaning against me and whispering in my ear.

I think I nodded, because my mouth was so dry I don’t think I let out more than a squeak when I tried to respond.

“Wish I had one like him,” the guy said, his minty breath only partially masking the fact that he smoked, but that wasn’t on my mind as his hand went onto my lap. “Don’t you?”.

I could have jumped up and scrambled out past him, or screamed at him to leave me alone, creating such a scene that he would retreat, but I did neither. Instead I sat there frozen while his hand found the bulge that had only lost a little stiffness from the shock of what was happening.

“Mmm… nice,” the stranger said as he started to rub the bulge which was heading towards my pocket.

“Please don’t,” I whimpered, but it came out so softly that I wasn’t sure he heard me until he responded.

“Why not? You like it, don’t you?” he said as his hand keep rubbing. “You got nothing to be ashamed of. Got a big one, don’t you? Bigger than mine. See?”

My hand got pried off of the arm of the chair, and while I offered a little resistance if got pulled over towards him, but casino şirketleri instead of being put on his lap it got pulled into his pocket, which didn’t really exist.

No pocket inside the opening, and no underwear either. Just a long slender semi-erect cock, and like I had no control over what I was doing, I let him coax me into holding it.

“Just relax,” he said. “That’s it. Pull on it nice and slow.”

I didn’t relax. I stood there and pulled on a stranger’s dick inside his baggy trousers, and I let him keep squeezing and rubbing me through the denim. The jeans were tight, in the style of the times, but he didn’t do anything but rub and tease me.

How long did this go on? I don’t know. I lost all track of time. I was like a marionette, and the puppet master was in complete control. He sensed when I was about to cum and would slow down or back right off, only to go back and bring me to the brink of cumming again.

Soon I was pushing myself into his hand, sliding down into the chair in an effort to have an orgasm, even if it was in my jeans, and the stranger seemed to be enjoying my agony.

“Want to cum?” he asked a couple of times, and I kept grunting yes, but then he stopped suddenly and pulled my hand out of his trick trousers and off of his dick.

“Wait a minute and then follow me out,” he said, standing up and then leaning down to whisper. “Don’t keep me waiting. I need it as bad as you do.”

He didn’t say it in a threatening way, but in my scatterbrained condition I took it as more of a command. On the screen, the movie had ended without me knowing it, and the coming attractions were playing. I wanted to just sit where I was and finish what that stranger had started, but instead I got up and walked out of the theater.

As I passed the box office the guy that sold me the ticket chuckled when I went past him, telling me that I looked like I had fun, but it wasn’t until I got outside that I felt the dampness. Looking down I saw the massive wet stain that covered half of my lap.

I hadn’t cum, but the way my dick had drooled, it sure looked like I had. I tried the cover myself as best I could but it was hopeless, so I staggered outside into the sunlight, which blinded me after getting used to the darkness inside.

There he was, standing out near the curb. The man that had been sitting next to me, and I realized that it was the very same man that had been behind me when I bought the ticket. He didn’t look so scary in the light, and looked old enough to be may father.

Probably 50 or so, and about 5’9″ and medium weight, which was about the same as I was. He wore glasses though, and his hair was short, curly and thinning on top, whereas mine was long and strawberry blond.

“I live close by,” the man said, herding me down the street with a gentle hand. “We’ll get those jeans off of you and clean you up nice.”

If the man had been a serial killer or something similar, I would not be here to tell the tale, because I went with him like I was on a leash. We were a couple of blocks behind State Street in a matter of minutes, and walking through a shabby neighborhood.

The man took my arm and pulled me into a big pink house that had six mailboxes outside, and after he took me up a flight of stairs we entered a shabby apartment. The door closed behind us, the lock clicked shut, and then the man was grinding into my rear end from behind while undoing my belt.

“Um… mister,” I said with a dry throat that made speech difficult. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Ed,” the man said as he pointed to the left. “I’ll be in the room across the hall, waiting impatiently.”

I nodded and he squeezed my butt when I went past him. Inside the relative safety of the bathroom, I leaned against the door and tried to get my heart into a regular rhythm again. The guy in the mirror above the toilet looked like a deer in the headlights, and after I tinkled a little bit I flushed and tried to clean my sticky dick at the sink.

Thoughts of bolting out the door were racing through my mind as I dried myself with a worn towel, wincing as I pulled up my soggy Fruit of the Looms and pants. I wanted to run, but I also wanted to stay.

I had messed around with Andy, and with a guy in the neighborhood that was in college, but this was different. This was an adult – a real adult – not just chronologically a man, and I was in way over my head. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom, preparing to tell the man – Ed – that I had to go home for some reason.

Ed was in the bedroom, naked. His hand casino firmaları was cupped around his dick and he was pulling on it while walking around the unmade bed in the center of the room. I chickened out, not being able to tell the guy that I had to leave, not after he had his clothes off and everything.

He looked even smaller without clothes, and in his own way he looked a little like Andy in stature. The obviously differences were that while Andy’s skin was smooth a practically hairless, Ed’s skin was light brown and he was very hairy. Andy was circumcised, like me, and this man wasn’t, which was off-putting as well to someone who had never touched an uncut one.

“I get to unwrap you,” Ed said as he motioned me into the room. “I like that.”

Face to face, I was a little taller than him, but I didn’t feel that way as he ran his hands over the image of Jimi Hendrix on my t-shirt, and then his hands moved down and took the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up.

Raising my arms to allow Ed to take my shirt off, I found my hand tangled up the the garment after it went over my head. The man had twisted it up so that my hands were stuck behind my head, and I stood there tied up he smiled.

“Don’t be scared. I won’t bite, but I will nibble a little.”

With that he leaned down and started licking my nipple, making the little nub hard, and after doing the same to the other one he leaned back and smiled while keeping my hands over my head.

“A real blonde too,” he said, reaching over to run his fingers under my arm, and I was embarrassed at how drenched with perspiration I had become.

“Sweaty,” I said aloud, apologizing and hoping I didn’t smell even though I had showered earlier that day.

“You smell nice,” Ed said, reading my mind, and added, “I’ll bet you taste nice too.”

His eyes never left mine as he leaned down toward me, grinning just before running his tongue under my arm, pasting the sparse fur against my wet skin and causing my entire body to convulse.

“Like that, don’t you? I’ll have to remember that…” he asked, pausing a second before saying, “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Jim – Jimmy,” I said as sweat poured down the sides of my face.

“Jimmy,” Ed repeated as he let go of the grip of my shirt and pulling it off my wrists. “Now let’s get a look at what felt so nice back at the movies.”

Ed pulled me over to the bed by my belt and sat on the edge of the mattress while dropping my snug jeans to my ankles.

“Did I do that?” Ed asked as he saw the outline of my cock in the soggy tight whiteys and ran his hand over the bulge. “I did say I would clean you up.”

I started to tell him that I had done a little cleaning back in the bathroom, but after he pulled down my underwear I soon found out what he meant.

“Look at you,” Ed said as he caressed my cock in his palm, and after a couple of strokes I was as hard as blue steel despite my nervousness. “What a nice big cock you have!”

He was just being nice, like I always was with Andy, because mine was not all that big. In fact, looking down at Ed stroking himself with his free hand I could tell that there wasn’t really much difference between the two of us length-wise, although his was a lot skinnier. Whatever the reason, he was making me feel less nervous, and when he leaned forward and started to lick the opening on the tip of the bell-shaped head, I was feeling something even better.

“Sweet,” Ed sighed as he leaned back and let the string of pre-cum on his tongue fall back on his chin.

“Aw!” I groaned as he went back to licking the slit.

“You want to cum, don’t you Jimmy?” he asked while looked up at my face, which probably reflected the sweet agony I was in as my eyes burned from the sweat pouring into them.

“Can’t – hold it,” I grunted.

“I don’t want you to,” Ed said calmly before opening his mouth and letting his lips slide slowly over the head and down the shaft until his forehead was brushing against my pubes, and whatever he was doing with his tongue was working too well.

I came, and came hard, having to grab Ed’s shoulders so I didn’t fall down as my orgasm was my whole body shake. Ed kept sucking, and didn’t stop until I went completely limp in his mouth.

Ed got up, and after I looked at his erection bouncing in front of him, asked him if he wanted me to do that to him too.

“Maybe later,” Ed said as he had me lay on the bed face down. “Right now I just want to play with you. You don’t mind, do you?”

I didn’t mind because Ed’s hands felt so good as they güvenilir casino massaged my back and shoulders, his fingers digging deep in my flesh as he straddled me. I loved the way his hairy legs rubbed against my hips, and when he leaned down I could feel his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass.

“You like that, don’t you Jimmy?” Ed asked, and I was about to tell him that this was something my friend liked to do to me, slipping his dick up and down the fold between my cheeks until he came, but then Ed’s hands left my back.

“What a sweet ass.”

I felt something wet being pressed between my ass cheeks, and then a greasy finger found my anus and forced itself inside the taut ring.

“Here we go,” Ed said as I started to turn around to find out what was going on, only to have Ed fall onto me, and with that felt something bigger than a finger squeeze inside of me.

“OW!” I cried, squirming in an effort to get out from under him, but he was too heavy and even though I cried out he kept pushing that long thin cock of his into my ass.

“What’s wrong?” he asked after fully impaling me.

“It hurts,” I whimpered, and I guess it was about then when Ed realized that what had just happened was a first for me.

“Sorry,” Ed said, although he wasn’t sorry enough to take his dick out of me, but as he rested on top of me I got used to the feel of him in my virgin ass, and when the pain ebbed the feeling was replaced by something different. “I didn’t know. Cute kid with a sweet bubble butt like yours still cherry? Unreal.”

“I’m sorry about crying,” I said. “It just felt so big.”

“Never heard that before,” Ed chuckled. “Kinda like hearing that. Do you want me to stop?”

I could have said no, but I didn’t. Instead I just lay there with him inside of me, catching my breath, and then I felt him pull his dick almost all the way out before sliding it all the way back in me.

“You like it now, don’t you?” Ed asked, correctly guessing that the way I groaned and my body shook indicated I was starting to like it, a lot.

Clawing at the bedding, I kept moaning as Ed rocked back and forth, and I cried out again when Ed pulled all the way out.

“Let’s get you up here,” Ed said as he got me up on my hands and knees, and after lubricating me some more, put his dick back in me with less effort than the initial time.

“Oh man,” I groaned as Ed started slowly moving in and out of me, and it started feeling better and better as he thrust faster and deeper.

“You’re so tight, Jimmy,” Ed moaned while leaning down over my back and reaching his hands around me to squeeze my nipples. “Still hurt?”

“No,” I grunted, as now I was wishing that his cock was bigger, wondering what that Johnny Wadd’s monstrous organ would feel like if he could force it inside my butt.

“Oh yeah, you do like it!” Ed hissed as his hand moved down and found my cock, which was so hard it was curling up toward my stomach.

Ed’s hand wrapped around my cock, and soon his fist was jerking me off hard while his dick was pounding into my ass like a piston. It was all so good – his hand, his cock and the feel of his hairy chest against my back – and I didn’t last long even though I had cum just a little while ago.

I looked down at my dick spurting cum wildly over the bedding, and as I came I heard Ed groan above me while a warmth filled my bowels. Just like that, it was over. Ed’s deflating dick slithered out of me, and then we eased down into the sticky sheets, while Ed kept milking me as if to drain me dry.

“Hope you liked it as much as I did,” Ed said while hugging me from behind.

“Yeah,” I said, and after a minute I told him that if he wanted to do it again, I was more than willing.

“Wish I could,” Ed said. “What I was your age – boy what I would give to be 18 again – but it takes a while for me to reload. Besides, my wife will be home in a while. Better clean up and get ready to take off, Jimmy.”

Ed was married, and it wasn’t until then that I noticed a picture on the dresser of him and a plump woman that looked like the maid on that TV show, Hazel.

Reluctantly I got out of the bed and gave myself a little clean up in the sink before putting on my jeans, which had mostly dried, and rejoining Ed out in the hall.

“Maybe we can get together again sometime,” Ed said as he showed me to the door, and just like that I was out on the street.

I made my way out to the street, heading in the general direction of the Colony Art Theater, but after a brief mental debate about going back in to see more of Johnny Wadd, I opted to catch the bus and head home.

After all, I had a lot to tell my friend Andy, and maybe I could coax him into letting me explain it to him in ways more interesting than the verbal method.

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Angie’s Bed

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Roger’s wife Beth was at his sister’s Sandy for their Thursday night card game. His daughter, Angie, went to her room an hour earlier to do some reading before she went to sleep. Roger watch TV but all he could remember were the commercials, the shows were so bad. The sodas he had urged him to head for the bathroom.

The bathroom was the next room down the hall from Angie’s bedroom. He relieved himself and headed back to catch some cowboy movie coming on starring The Duke. The door was open to Angie’s room, so he did what any father would do with an open door. He looked in on his little girl.

His little girl was not so little anymore. At nineteen, she was in the final stages of becoming a woman. A woman who, apparently, liked to sleep nude. Angie’s quilt covered her legs and lap but not her breasts as she sat up in the bed, reading. Roger stopped to study his daughter. He thought she had her mother’s long red hair, freckles that outnumbered the night’s stars, and green eyes. And large tits. Tits that were at least thirty eights and needing a C-cup.

Angie used one of those e-book readers. She needed only one hand to operate the device. The other hand was under the quilt. And it was busy. Roger shook his head. He had to move, it was his daughter he watched. He watched her as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She chewed her lower lip in an effort not to make noise. She did not want her daddy to hear her.

Daddy did not hear his baby. Worse. Daddy stood there, imagining what that hand was doing under the quilt. Daddy was rubbing the growing problem in his pants. That was when it happened. Daddy sneezed. Busted!

Angie looked at the door. Her eyes eventually focused on her father. She smiled at Roger but did not stop. The movement under the quilt got faster. Angie let her sounds out.

“Hi, Daddy.”

Daddy’s hand fell as did his cock. But, not his gaze. He will his feet to walk away from his baby’s room but they took him to Angie’s bedside. He told his hand to take the quilt and cover Angie’s breasts but they uncover Angie’s body. He stared down at Angie’s hand. She was not fingering herself.

No, she was using a huge latex cock that had him by at least three inches when fully aroused. It looked as big around as a twelve-ounce beer bottle. How could any woman use such a monster without permanent injury?

Roger noticed one difference between mother and daughter. Mother kept herself trimmed so that a small patch of curly red pubic hair tickled Roger’s nose. Roger liked that bit of tease. Angie kept her mound smooth and bare. Roger’s hand reached out to feel the smoothness of his daughter. That touch, what Angie compared to a butterfly landing on a flower, triggered her orgasm.

Angie lift her spine off the bed. “Oh God!” echoed in the room. Her hand fell from the dildo. She convulsed around the lump of latex that no longer moved inside her.

“Daddy? Please help me.”

Roger took hold of the dong. He hesitated to finish the pleasuring casino şirketleri of his daughter.

“Daddy?” she begged.

She took hold of Daddy’s hand holding the dildo. She moved his hand which moved the dildo. The smile came back, but it was as weak as Roger’s efforts.

Angie rubbed her clitoris. She rubbed her hand in her own juices. She held that hand under her father’s nose. Instinct made him lean over and smell her fingers. Angie held the fingers on his lips. Instinct again reacted. Roger first licked, then suck his baby’s love lotion. Now, he was back to full erection. As if touching his daughter’s bare pussy did not put the fire back in his loins.

Roger’s hand increased the speed of the rubber piston in his daughter’s cunt. He bent over to smell the fresh wetness flowing from Angie. Angie exposed her clit. Roger touch it with the tip of his tongue. This triggered another orgasm in his daughter.

The best part of having someone else masturbate you was that that party does not stop when the cumming starts. Roger continued driving the dildo into Angie and licking her hot button. Angie kept cumming. Her sex water dripped from around the latex that tried to seal her hole. Roger went from licking to sucking. Roger removed the dildo and covered the sex fountain with his mouth, using his tongue to funnel Angie’s juices into his mouth. He used his right thumb to keep her clitoris stimulated. He kept up his licking long after Angie stopped moving.

“Okay, Dad. Let me breath.”

Roger collapsed fully prone and fully dressed on his naked but happy daughter.

“Dad, if you’re going to be on top of me, please, undress.”

Angie demonstrated her desire for her father to stay like that by unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt. Dad finished her job. He soon lay naked next to Angie with his pre-cum dripping on her sheets.

The sight of a hard cock made of flesh instead of rubber fascinated Angie. She touched her father with the nail of her middle finger. It was not her first cock, just, she knew , the most experienced. Most of her date couldn’t find her pussy with a GPS device on their cocks. She just settled for sucking them off and going home to Junior. This time, she had a well used cock in the comfort of her own bed. That it belonged to her father, well, that was just a bonus. She was satisfied, now she had the time to satisfy the man on the bed with her. She had until midnight. Mom promised her that long. She and Aunt Sandy will be finished with their own “fun” by then.

“Just have your dad out of your bed by the time I get home. We don’t want him to know.”

“Daddy, want to feel what I can do with my tongue?”

Angie did not wait for an answer. She lay on her tummy between Roger’s thighs. She licked the man-oil that seeped out of the tip of Daddy’s cock. She ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip and back down to his sac. Angie licked her father’s balls and sucked on them while smearing the pre-cum on casino firmaları her middle finger. She did not feel it was slick enough for what she planned. She dipped her finger into her own soggy pussy.

Angie took her father’s manhood into her mouth. It went past her tongue, back behind her pallet. The bulbous tip went down her throat until Angie thought it would catch in her vocal cords. Slowly at first, the with increasing speed, Angie moved that cock in and out of her throat, stopping when her teeth rubbed the crease between the head and the shaft, then taking it all the way back down.

That was only part of what Angie did to her father. She violated his anus with her middle finger. She probed him until she found the bulge that was the back side of his prostate gland. This found, Angie stopped the head movements. She held the tip of Daddy’s cock between her teeth and sucked. And sucked. And rubbed the gland on the other side of Daddy’s colon. It got the desired results.

Dad rammed his cock down Angie’s throat, shooting his cum. It quickly fill the little space left in her mouth by the fleshy sex toy that Angie sucked. She swallowed what she could, the rest leaked out of her lips. When Dad collapsed, she pulled back to breathe again. She tried to swallow the remaining cum in her mouth. She fell back on her bed next to Roger. Roger surprised her by kissing her, exploring her cum lined mouth with his tongue, licking out a few globs of his semen that remained.

“Wow, Dad. None of my dates would even kiss my lips after I sucked them off.”

“Then, you’ve been going out with the wrong guys.”

Roger gave Angie another deep kiss. His right hand went to her left breast. The nipple grew instantly to his touch. His lips replaced his hand and his hand went between Angie’s thighs. Angie felt her father regain interest in her sexually. She felt him grow and touched him again.

“Think we can cum together if we ’69’?” she asked.

“As long as you do that finger thing when you’re ready.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“You want top or bottom?” Roger replied.

Angie wished it was Daddy’s cock and not his tongue as she lowered her dripping pussy onto his face. But, she promised Mom no fucking. At least on their first night. With luck, there will be plenty of Thursdays ahead.

Angie managed to keep her father from cumming too early. Having drained him earlier made it easier. This time, she had personal lubricant on her finger and Dad expected the anal invasion. It still did not take long for Angie to drink her father’s jism dry and drain her own sex water into her father’s waiting lips.

Exhausted, and covered with male and female sex smells and liquids, father and daughter held tight to each other and fell asleep. As Angie’s eyes closed she saw the clock on her table read 12:08. Damn! Mom will be pissed. She missed the deadline. Mom arrived five minutes later. She found her naked husband and daughter sleeping in a bed that had the sheets on the floor güvenilir casino and reeked of sex. Beth shook her head and smiled.

“She broke curfew,” mused Beth.

A hand, a woman’s hand, came around Beth’s waist. The hand went down Beth’s pants, under her panties and played with the small patch patch of curly red hair. Another hand went up under Beth’s blouse and played with a very enlarged nipple. Lipstick coated lips smeared red on Beth’s neck. Beth had trouble breathing. Beth turned and her tongue found her sister-in-law’s tongue.

“That leaves an empty bed in your room, Beth.”

Roger woke the next morning confused about being in a strange bed. He turned to look at the body that shared the bed with him. He looked into green eyes that were not his wife’s.

“Morning,Dad.”

“Oh, God!”

Angie put he fingers on Roger’s lips.

“Calm down, Dad. It’s not like we had sex, according to Mr. Clinton.”

The comment brought a small chuckle to a worried man.

“Dad, it’s not like you raped me or I’m eight. I wanted you and I enjoyed last night. Didn’t you?”

Roger thought about the previous night. His penis answered for him. Angie looked into her father’s eyes and smiled as she slowly used her hand to release his morning desire. It took only two minutes to have him spray his seed into her hand and onto her belly.

“Yeah, I enjoyed it. Where did you learn about blowjobs?”

“Mom told me that it was the most effective from of oral birth control. Once a guy cums in my mouth, he’s done for the night.”

Roger laughed.

“Your Aunt Sandy said the same thing.”

“But, that usually leaves me hanging.”

“Same for Sandy. I’ll tell you a secret. A few times, Sandy would sneak into my room after a date and asked me to get her off. That was too good to turn down. I could do what ever I wanted as long as we did not fuck.”

“Aunt Sandy said that it was a few times a week. And Aunt Jill got serviced too. Grandma said if you could keep the girls happy, they would not get pregnant.”

Roger gave a hearty laugh as a light came on his foggy brain.

“Is that what happened last night? I was set up to keep you from getting pregnant? I have a new job as the Finisher?”

“That’s part of it,” came from the doorway. Naked, Beth and Sandy stood in the door, holding each other.

The two naked women came into the room. Beth pulled back the quilt, exposing father and daughter. Roger’s fresh cum still dripped down Angie’s tummy.

“Hi, Mom. Aunt Sandy. Sorry I didn’t get Dad back into his own bed in time.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t think you could. I wasn’t alone.”

Beth tongue-kissed Sandy, as her hand found its way into Sandy’s cunt. The other three in the room reacted to Beth’s actions. Beth stopped.

“I thought since I was making it with your sister, maybe you would want my sister. After she slapped me and ordered me never to talk to her again, I needed a Plan B. Then, one night when I heard Angie calling her dildo ‘Daddy’, I talked to her. I don’t have to tell you her answer.”

“Is this a one time thing, or what?”

“It’s up to you,Daddy.”

It was not a one time thing. It was just a once a week thing. Every Thursday.

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Angel’s Story: The Day after

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Introduction: By now, you would have read my first story: Angel’s Story. Thank you all for the feedback. HOnestly, i didn’t expect such a brilliant feedback. I was just doing it for a lark. Anyway, here’s part two of the story.

The Story: The shit really hit the fan, the day papa saw us two sisters together.

Papa had gone out, or so we thought. And we thought that we had the house to ourselves. The servants were sleeping in their quarters.

I was lying on the bed. My sister came in and said, she wanted to play with me. I was too exhausted to refuse. Plus it could be an interesting way to spend the afternoon.

Anyway, my sister pulled up my skirt and began to lick me with light strokes (remember, I don’t wear panties.). Sure enough, my cunny responded to her ministrations. She opened out my vulva like a ripe pear and peered casino şirketleri inside the fleshy interiors.

My vulva felt like several thousand nerves ended there. She flicked her tongue out and gave me a wet lick inside. One of her hands strayed down to my anus and inserted a forefinger inside. Then her tongue pulled out and started to lick the sensitive skin between the vagina and the anus.

Oooooh! I was in heaven. That moment I could have died and not know the difference.

Then she came up for a breath of air, to lick my breasts.

At that moment, I sensed rather than saw, someone outside the door. I asked my sister, “hey sis, do you think, there’s someone outside?”

“Mmmmff! Dunno.”, she didn’t care. She was having the time of her life. So I didn’t think too much of it, and put down my head. Then suddenly casino firmaları she went to the fruit bowl on the window sill, and pulled out a banana.

“Prepare thyself, wench!”, she said.

So I did. I spread my legs as wide as possible. While my sister shoved a pillow underneath me. She took the banana and peeled it. Then she shoved it inside me gently. Slowly, I had taken in almost the entire length. As she pulled it out, it was slick with my juices. She shoved it back in gently.

Now I could see my dad clearly. I could smell his perfume. He always wore Hugo Boss. But that wasn’t all. His trousers were down to his knees. And his rod was outside and he was wanking it in abandon.

For a second panic struck me. Then our eyes met. And I said to myselff, “What the hell? He is as guilty as I am.”

So I let my sister continue güvenilir casino with her orgy of lust. By now, the banana was completely soaked with my cum. She lovingly offered one bite to me. I took one. While she took the other half. My eyes were on my dad. He was crazed with lust. His foreskin covered the purple helmet, and then he pulled it back. His balls hung heavy below his penis loaded with cum.

Meanwhile my sister moved up and crushed her breast on mine. Slowly, sinuously, she rubbed it, her pubes rubbing against mine.

Soon, I was about to come. And my eyes, said “NOW!” to dad. He nodded. My orgasm hit me almost as the same time as dad. His spunk flew out and hit the half closed door as he moaned silently.

I was not so quiet. I screamed in pleasure. So did my sister. The three of us rose the crest, and fell back in contentment. It was then, that my sister noticed him.

She was shocked for a minute. Then she saw his penis hanging out, and she understood. She winked at him and fell asleep on me. Dad closed the door silently and went into his room.

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College Men’s Room

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I was 24 years old when I got out of the military and enrolled in college back in the mid 1970s. As a married man with one child, I felt I needed to get my education to get ahead in the world. After a couple of weeks on the campus of a large southwestern university, I discovered something that would change my behavior for the next four years . . . glory holes in the men’s restrooms.

I was exploring the second floor of the student union one morning about 10 o’clock. The entire floor was virtually deserted and since I had to take a leak, I found a men’s room tucked away in a far corner of the building. It was a large restroom, with about ten stalls on one side of the room opposite a row of sinks and mirrors. Right next to the first stall was four urinals attached to the wall, side by side. I stepped up to the urinal closest to the first stall, under which I was able to see someone’s lower legs and shoes with their pants and underwear pulled down around his ankles. As I unzipped and pulled my penis out to take aim into the urinal, I noticed that a small dime-sized hole had been drilled through the marble petition of the toilet stall directly to my right, about 18 inches away, and level with my groin area. As I started to urinate, I kept my eye on that hole and noticed that the light, that had been reflecting through, suddenly was blocked off. Whoever was on the other side of the partition was peeking through that hole and watching me urinate.

Well, I have to admit, I found the thought of another man watching me pee rather erotic, and my penis began to swell in response to my imagination as I finished urinating. As I squeezed the last few drops from my bladder, I gave my lengthening shaft a shake, as if to knock off any remaining drops of urine. I did this about a half dozen times, until I was almost completely erect. Finally, I was done, but I stood there mesmerized by the situation. My penis continued to swell toward a full erection as I realized I was very much sexually aroused by the thought that a complete stranger, another man, was interested in my most private parts.

I don’t know what hidden feelings took over in me, but when I realized that we were alone in the restroom, I decided to start masturbating myself, right there in front of this stranger. I was so excited about the whole situation, and it felt so good, it didn’t take long. Within about thirty seconds, I could feel my orgasm beginning to build deep within my loins, as I rapidly approached the point of no return. As I continued to stroke my stiff erection, fully exposed to the hidden view of a strange man, I fantasized that he was stroking his own stiff penis and feeling the same good feeling as I was. Just then I felt my orgasm take over, so I gave in to the pleasure and began to ejaculate uncontrollably, three or four thick ropes of sperm, into the urinal. Once the thrill of my orgasm subsided, I quickly shook off the remaining drops of semen and zipped up and headed out the door.

The rest of the day I couldn’t help but continue to fantasize about those exciting few minutes I had experienced in the men’s room. And the thought that the other man casino şirketleri was probably masturbating as he watched me, made it all the more exciting. I was a happily married and very much enjoyed sex with my wife, but this was a pleasant new experience that seemed innocent enough, and I wanted to try it again.

The next morning, I headed back to that same men’s room in anticipation of another masturbation session. When I entered the restroom, I realized it was empty. Slightly disappointed, I decided to enter the first stall and sit down to see if I could peek at someone peeing into the urinals. As I dropped my pants to the floor and sat down on the commode, I noticed there was another hole, about the size of a nickel, drilled through the partition to my left. I leaned over and peeked through and saw that I had a perfect view of the toilet seat in the next stall, as well as the urinals to my right.

For the next ten minutes I sat fondling my flaccid penis, and was about to give up and leave, when I heard the outer door to the restroom open. I peeked through the hole and soon saw a man step up to the urinal and began to unzip. Sure enough, I had a perfect view as he pulled his plump penis and full scrotal sac into view and began to urinate. His member was not very long, but it was quite chubby, and I could detect quite a pubic bush surrounding his private parts. He began urinating with his hands on his hips, which gave me an unobstructed view of his uncircumcised penis. After a few seconds, he grasp his penis with his left hand and pulled the skin back, seeming to take special pleasure in aiming his flow of urine into each quadrant of the urinal. This gave me an even clearer view of his nice penis as he stretched it this way and that. I also noticed that as he did so, his shaft began to elongate slightly, as mine had done the day before. The thought that he too was becoming aroused as I peeked at him caused me to develop a full erection, which I continued to fondle. Just as he was finishing up, I heard the outer door open again. The stranger at the urinal quickly stuffed his half erect penis back into is pants, zipped up, and left.

As I peeked through the hole, expecting someone else to step up to the urinal, I was surprised that a man entered the stall to my left. I sat back up, and peered under the stall to see him set his briefcase on the floor, then drop his pants down around his ankles. I figured that was a sign that he was interested in fooling around. I began to fondle my erection as I leaned over to my left and peeked through the glory hole as my strange neighbor sat down on the toilet seat. He must have been a rather large man, because he had some very thick thighs, covered with a light wisp of reddish brown hair. He also appeared to have a large stomach. He was wearing a light blue shirt with a tie.

He sat there quietly for a few moments, his hand between his thighs, slowly moving it back and forth, as if he was playing with himself. I sat back, pulled up my own shirt and adjusted myself so that my erection stood tall and straight as I slowly stroked it with my right hand. With anticipation I watched casino firmaları the hole, which soon darkened, as the stranger bent over and peered through into my stall. I was very excited that this stranger wanted to peek into my stall to spy out my nakedness. I gently fondled my throbbing erection, making sure he could see all six inches of its fullness and swollen glory. Pre-seminal fluid began to leak profusely from the deep urinal slit on the perfectly circumcised plumb-sized head of my penis. After a few minutes of displaying my erection to this stranger, I saw the light reappear in the peephole, so I leaned over to look.

I was greeted by the sight of his massive erection, standing tall between his thighs. This stranger clearly had the largest penis I had ever seen in person. It was a good seven or eight inches long, similar to the shape of a cucumber, and as thick as my wrist. He was stroking it slowly, up and down, and rubbing his pre-seminal fluid all over the widely flared glans with his thumb. Just then, I glanced down and saw him handing me a piece of paper under the stall. I reached down and took it from him and leaned back as I opened it up and read the words, “Hi. You have a very attractive cock. May I touch it?” I took out my pen and, with my hands shaking with excitement, I scribbled the word, “Yes!” and handed it back to him. I could hardly believe how fast things were progressing, but I lusted after this magnificent sausage-length member I had just discovered. I was not sure what was going to happen next, but my friend soon showed me what to do. With his pants and underwear around his ankles, he got down on his knees and slid both thighs under the partition, exposing his rigid erection and low hanging scrotal sac to my view. His thighs were gapped open as my lust took over. I quickly got down on my own knees and slid my right thigh between his, placing my own balls and stiff penis as close to his own as possible. The feeling of his soft hairy thigh rubbing against my own thighs, balls and erection, as I slid forward, was heavenly. We then began to fondle each other.

It was so exciting, as I grasp his thick, fully erect shaft with my right hand and cupped his egg-sized balls with my left. He was so large. I was thrilled with the size and weight of his throbbing rod and egg-sized balls in my hands, and pleased that he was so sexually aroused by my own stiff erection. I rubbed the copious amounts of pre seminal fluid, that oozed from the head of his penis, all over his widely flared glans with my thumb. It glistened under the overhead lights of the restroom and slipped easily between my fingers as I continued to rub him. I guess the thought that we were doing this in a public restroom added even more to the thrill. Soon we began to mutually masturbate each other and I could hear him begin to gasp and breath very deep and rhythmically. He whispered, “Do you want to suck my penis?” I suddenly realized that yes I did, very much, want to suck his magnificent piece of flesh.

I quickly adjusted myself onto my hands and knees and bent over to get a very close look at what I was about to suck into my mouth. güvenilir casino The red swollen glans of his penis was slightly wider than his thick shaft. The skin of his shaft was smooth and unblemished, and revealed several bulging veins running up and down its length. The head of his penis was very clean looking and perfectly circumcised, just like my own. His penis suddenly became very attractive to my lust filled gaze as I lowered my mouth and slid the shiny head of his member past my pursed lips.

His skin had a slightly salty taste, but otherwise I found it a very pleasant experience. I breathed deeply through my nostrils as his penis completely filled my mouth, and his musky sex-scent, emanating from his thick tangled pubic bush, filled the air as I started to masturbate him into my mouth. I could hear him begin to groan and his heavy balls began to retract and bunch up in my hand, in anticipation of his approaching orgasm. I suddenly realized that I must decide what to do about his sperm, when he started to ejaculate. I decided I wanted to swallow it, but I wanted him to tell me when he was going to cum so I could prepare myself, mentally. This was something I had never done before. I pulled him from my mouth with a plopping sound and hoarsely whispered to him that I wanted him to cum in my mouth, but to tell me when he was ready to have his orgasm. He whispered back, “OK.”

I sucked him hungrily back into my mouth and continued to masturbate him as I gently tugged on his heavy balls, which were continuing to tighten up. Soon he whispered, “I’m cumming.” I readied myself and continued to stroke his shaft into my mouth. Suddenly I felt his warm sperm begin to fill my mouth, so I started to swallow, quickly, to keep it from spilling out onto the floor.

He grunted and thrust his hips upward slightly, three or four times, as he ejaculated each thick load of semen into my mouth. I found the taste of his sperm to be pleasant enough, and I was very pleased with myself that I was able to bring such pleasure to a strange man. When his ejaculations subsided, I continued to nurse on his thick penis for the next few minutes, making sure I licked up every drop of his salty semen. The feeling of his soft erection in my mouth, as he started to deflate slightly, was almost intoxicating. Finally, he gently pulled his swollen shaft from my lips with a sucking plopping sound, and I readjusted myself to a kneeling position. He motioned with his hands for me to slide my stiff erection back between his legs. I obliged him in hopes that he would still be interested enough to masturbate me to orgasm. I was not to be disappointed.

He reached out and began to gently masturbate me. His warm soft hands felt so good on my shaft as I sat back and enjoyed the moment. He fondled my tight scrotal sac as he rhythmically flicked his wrist up and down bringing me toward a satisfying climax. Soon I groaned that I was ready to cum. “Go ahead,” he urged me as he continued his quick, steady manipulations of my penis until my orgasm took over and I could hold back no longer. I allowed myself to relax and released my load into his hand, shooting several long ropes of semen across his thighs and fingers. Soon I was completely spent, and we both took handfuls of tissue to clean ourselves. I also was careful to wipe up several thick globs of my sperm which had fallen to the floor.

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