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Carrie watched as the short black girl weaved her way through the press of bodies and sat primly at the bar. She wasn’t dressed in any of the outrageous stuff that all the other women were trying to pull off. On the contrary, she was clad in a simple dark-blue pair of jeans, and a black low-cut top, emphasizing her curvy shape. She turned her head and looked straight at Carrie, not really seeing her, and Carrie admired the long straight fall of her jet-black hair. She was mixed with something, Carrie mused, as she took a seat beside her. A little white maybe? Some Indian? The black girl peered at her over the rim of her drink, her large dark eyes questioning.

“Hi. I’ve never seen you in here before,” Carrie murmured, leaning into her space, and instead of leaning back, like most people did with women of Carrie’s size, the little thing simply put down her cup and the smooth mahogany-toned surface of the bar (just a little darker than her skin) and smiled a little.

“No. This is my first time in a bar like this,” she replied, her smile getting deeper, and Carrie could smell the liquor mixed with mint on her breath. Carrie ran a hand through her own choppy russet hair.

“Really,” Carrie said, a little doubtfully. “You just…walked in a lesbian bar all by your lonesome.” Carie watched as she nodded, the ends of her dark hair brushing against her neck. “So you’re not a lesbian, then.”

“No,” came the reply, and there was a deep, slow sip. “I think not.”

“That’s too bad,” Carrie said flippantly, although it was really too bad. “I would totally be hitting on you right now, just for the record.”

She felt the weight of those dark eyes flick back to her, and there was another slow smile, a flash of white against brown full lips.

“Well. Let’s just pretend I am. Just for the record.”

Carrie stared at her, and she held the stare, which was very unusual because Carrie was using the Piercing Stare. Carrie sighed a little, giving up, casino şirketleri and put out her hand to be shook.

“Carrie. And you are?”

A small dark hard was pressed into hers, and she could feel the soft pad of the thumb rubbing slowly against her knuckles. Carrie suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, which was a feeling she discovered she both hated and loved.

“Kay. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m sure.”

****

“What,” Kay murmured as Carrie pressed her against the heavy wood of the apartment door, “is it that you do?”

Carrie licked Kay’s lips slowly and then kissed her, testing with her tongue and then going deeper, while trying to remember what it was she did as a career. Kay linked her hands behind Carrie’s neck, and kissed back, arching up into her body and moaning a little. Carrie still felt overwhelmed.

“I’m a lawyer,” Carrie recalled, a little faintly, and pressed her thigh into Kay’s crotch. Kay shivered. “And you haven’t done this before. So I’m just an experiment?”

“I suppose so,” Kay replied, brushing her fingertips under the edge of Carrie’s shirt. “And I’m not to you? Don’t get all self-righteous on me, now.”

Carrie was taken aback. She wasn’t used to being spoken to like that, not in court, and certainly not before taking someone to bed…and she sort of liked it. She backed away, dragging Kay along with her and trying to continue kissing her at the same time. Kay followed with her mouth and tongue eagerly, and they bumped their way past the massively ugly sofa that Carrie’s last girlfriend had refused to take with her when she moved out, past the little shelf of figurines that her mother insisted on giving her (one every year, fuck), and into the bedroom.

She pushed Kay down on the neatly made bed and she crawled backwards, stopping when her black hair rested against the pillows. Carrie knelt over her, and looked down at her, amazed at the amused and open look on her heart-shaped casino firmaları face. She bent over and kissed her again.

“What do you want to try, then?” Carrie whispered in her ear, and Kay pressed up languidly, like a cat, and Carrie went a little crazy.

“I don’t know. You’re the expert. Anything, I guess.”

“You’re a pretty open person,” Carrie pointed out as she pulled the button on her jeans and slid them off, revealing an entirely sensible pair of Hanes. She pulled off her own shirt and pants, rocking on her knees, and then worked on the small buttons on the black blouse, parting it. “We can try something simple then, this time around.”

Kay gave a little laugh, and then sighed as Carrie pressed a palm against her stomach and slid it down. Carrie slipped her fingers past the waistband of her underwear, and into the simmering heat of her sex.

“God,” Kay breathed out, starting to whimper a little as Carrie’s finger’s pressed in and out; she turned her head to the side, her face covered by the soft dark strands. Carrie slipped her tongue along the curve of her ear, and she used her other hand to turn her head and kiss her again. Kay bucked against her palm, and Carrie could feel the hardening nipples pressing against her own chest.

Carrie couldn’t find enough hands.

As it was, she removed her hand from Kay’s crotch (and got a disappointed groan) and pulled off the rest of their underwear quickly. She straddled Kay again, scissoring against her and feeling the damp heat pressing against her own. Kay twisted up her pelvis a little, the short coarse hairs stroking against Carrie’s bare mound, and Carrie actually felt faint with want.

“I don’t believe you’ve never done this before,” Carrie strangled out, reaching down and gathering the dark mounds in her pale hands. She stroked her thumbs against the erect nubs and Kay’s whole body twitched in response. Carrie watched as her mouth fell open, and Kay’s hands covered güvenilir casino her own, pressing in harder, squeezing more, grinding against each other harder and faster, the short nails of Kay’s fingers pressing into the skin on Carrie’s hands.

“I haven’t done it before, no. But no-one ever stopped me from thinking about it.”

Carrie didn’t know how Kay managed to gasp out a full sentence like that, but it was extremely erotic to hear her do it. She could feel one of Kay’s legs slide upward along her thigh, until it rested on her back, and she felt Kay’s sweaty thigh flex, pressing their slick bodies even closer together. She felt the little hands move from her own and rest on her shoulders, pulling down a little. Kay latched her mouth on the side of Carrie’s neck, and started to suck.

“Noooooo,” Carrie gave out, trying to pull away. “Not there. Just…I have to be in court tomorrow.”

Without skipping a beat, Kay ducked her head a little lower, and settled for sucking on the collarbone. Carrie was stuck contemplating that this was quite possibly the best sex she ever had. She managed to slip a hand between them, inserting a finger and then another, and listening to Kay keen beneath her. Kay shut her eyes, suddenly panting quickly, and Carrie pressed her fingers in, curling them at the knuckle and stroking, and using her thumb to massage the swollen clit and Kay actually bit her on her collarbone and clawed at her back, and Carrie was just a little shocked to feel herself going into spasms, as Kay shuddered beneath her, crying out.

What the hell. Kay hadn’t even touched her like that and she came. Just by watching Kay, she came.

She unstraddled Kay and lay a little gingerly on her back, still trembling a little as Kay tried to breathe deeply beside her.

“That was a great experiment,” Kay commented softly as soon as she settled her breathing, and Carrie smiled a little at the ceiling. She turned on her side and settled a palm on Kay’s dark stomach, rubbing it up and down slowly.

“I suppose that’s the only experiment you’ll need, right?”

“Wrong. I like experiments. And I think there’s more to find out, right?”

Carrie smiled at her.

She was absolutely right.

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Long before she let herself through the front door it was obvious to Tabitha that Sunbeam was home. From several doors down the suburban street she could hear the sound of seventies heavy metal and, accompanying the record, Sunbeam’s own guitar playing that was roughly, but not exactly, in tune. It was a wonder the neighbours didn’t complain more than they did.

As always, Tabitha couldn’t help noticing the remarkable similarity between Sunbeam’s own song compositions and those on the rock music records she accompanied. Sunbeam’s father had given his daughter a comprehensive collection of vinyl records that represented his musical tastes before they shifted toward the anodyne whine of AOR away from the squawking cat-shriek and doomy chords of the records he’d enjoyed in his adolescence. At least in Sunbeam’s hands, the records hadn’t gone to waste.

Tabitha was the manager of Excess Baggage, the all-girl rock group for which Sunbeam was principal composer, singer and lead guitarist. However, she still had difficulty in relating her best friend from school, her first lover and the girl who used to deal pills in the school playground as Sunbeam, rock star. She still hadn’t become accustomed to how much the stage name had superseded her real name. In fact, Tabitha even sometimes forgot what it was.

But, as Tabitha reflected, pushing aside the bicycle propped against the hallway radiator and easing off her Dr Martin’s airwear boots, the fortunes of Excess Baggage had a long way to go yet until Tabitha could afford to drop her gig as a Hard House DJ at the Marsh Club. Or until Sunbeam, for that matter, could close shop on her small-scale dealing. And if Sunbeam’s brother wasn’t so generous in allowing his sister and her sister’s best friend to share his suburban semi, would they ever have found somewhere else they could afford to live?

“Hiya, sweetheart!” Tabitha announced, pushing open the living room door, knowing exactly what sight would greet her.

And, indeed, no surprise at all. There was Sunbeam, cross-legged in the middle of the room, wearing only the baggy pair of thin cotton shorts they had brought back from their holiday in Morocco last year. Her rather large breasts overshadowed the guitar resting on her lap and strapped around her shoulder, and all around her, and spread in all directions were album sleeves, black twelve-inch vinyl records gathering dust, a coffee mug, ashtrays, cigarette packets and a small plastic bag where Sunbeam stored her stash. A soggy roach languished in the ashtray amongst the cigarette butts. Sunbeam raised her head toward Tabitha, a slightly stoned smile across her face, while she pushed a curtain of mousy-brown hair off her eyes.

“Hiya, cherry bomb!” Sunbeam replied, pulling a cigarette out of a packet and lighting it up.

“Hey! What’s the tune? It’s a lot like your Pussy Power, only the lyrics aren’t quite the same.”

“It’s by Atomic Rooster,” replied Sunbeam. “And fuck, Tabby, if I hadn’t changed the lyrics people would twig where I get my inspiration from.”

Tabitha nodded. She had guessed long ago that just as a techno or house DJ might build up a composition by sampling vinyl records, Sunbeam did much the same with her own song writing. And the more obscure the record, the less likely that anyone would figure out where it came from. So, Sunbeam’s father’s old records, by the likes of Bad Company, Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Pink Fairies, Budgie and Vanilla Fudge were taking on a new life in the copyrighted songbook of Excess Baggage. Although Sunbeam joked about her systematic theft of the heavy metal legacy to deflect the criticism she so wholly deserved, Tabitha wasn’t even so sure that her friend drew the line at just lifting the guitar chords. Her song lyrics on demons, fast cars, hobbits, guns and sex bore ever such a similarity to those of the selfsame rock groups. Although the sex of which she sang did not generally involve the participation of men.

“And Tabby, sweetest, I’ve had a thought…” remarked Sunbeam, blowing smoke out through her nostrils.

“Yeah?” wondered Tabitha, sitting down on the sofa and crossing her long black legs. She twiddled a plaited hair extension in her ring-festooned fingers.

“Excess Baggage is just too long a name. We ought to drop the ‘Baggage’ bit. Just call the band ‘Excess’.”

“‘Excess’? Wasn’t there a group in the eighties or nineties called that?”

“It was called ‘InXS’. Bunch of ozzies. Anyway, they only ever did one decent song. I think ‘Excess’ would be a much better name than ‘Excess Baggage’.”

“But everything we’ve done or promoted has been as ‘Excess Baggage’, sweetheart. We can’t just change it.”

“Course we fucking can! Massive Attack changed their name to Massive. Tyrannosaurus Rex changed theirs to T. Rex. Electric Light Orchestra became just fucking ELO. Loads of groups have changed their names. And anyway, a name like ‘Excess’ would be more appropriate for the group’s image than ‘Excess Baggage’. It makes us sound like some casino şirketleri kind of fucking modern jazz group or garage house crew. We’re a fucking rock group. Rock music’s always been about excess. And it’s about time we had the right kind of fucking name!”

Although Tabitha was reluctant to admit it, even to herself, the name was especially appropriate given Sunbeam’s more recent tendencies. She was certain that Sunbeam was consuming at least as many drugs as she sold, and although she only dabbled in heroin, Tabitha wasn’t sure she would never become addicted. And the sex! As her drug consumption increased, Sunbeam seemed to have lost her ability to discriminate. She called herself ‘polyamorous’, which Tabitha first misheard as ‘polyandrous’, which was nonsense given her stated sexual preference. But although Tabitha confined her interest to women, and still had frequent sex with Sunbeam, despite them no longer being an item, her friend had now developed an enthusiastic taste for sex with men as well.

This shocked Tabitha at first. But she and Sunbeam had already chosen to sleep in separate rooms, and that wasn’t only because of Sunbeam’s frequent and open infidelity. Tabitha had sensed, sometimes too acutely, that she had become Sunbeam’s token black woman lover and that the emotional content of their love, so intense in their early teens, had become subsumed by considerations of outward appearance. It had been difficult for Tabitha to reconcile her sexuality and her love for her parents, who were traditional black Baptists and so thoroughly appalled by Tabitha’s unholy sexual preference that only the genuineness of their Christian love kept them from disowning their daughter.

Sunbeam never experienced a predicament like that. Her parents had never hidden from her either their indulgence in soft drugs or their participation in swinging sex parties. And, as Tabitha only gradually came to appreciate, their daughter was intent on attaining a degree of libertarianism that even her parents had never entertained. So, Sunbeam not only distracted herself with hard drugs and sex with men, but also (and this disturbed Tabitha rather more than she imagined possible) sex with her own brother. But what upset Tabitha the most wasn’t so much the fact of incest (a word that seemed to lose some of its meaning when applied to a real life situation), but that Sunbeam considered it as some kind of a token achievement, to tick off as something she’d done, like having a black lesbian lover, like having sex with two or three men at the same time, like drinking her lover’s urine, like dropping GHB, like fucking that boy they’d met in that Moroccan hotel, and, like, as Tabitha had to admit, having sex on stage during a gig.

“Well, after that time at the Willow, I guess Excess isn’t a bad name at all!” exclaimed Tabitha before leaning over to help herself to a plastic bag of grass lying on the ground.

“Oh fuck, Tabby! You don’t fucking forget, do you!”

Tabitha shook free some papers from her packet of Rizlas, and licked the edge of them before piecing together the two-and-a-half skinner she was so adept at constructing.

“I didn’t agree to be your manager as well as do my own gigs just to run some kind of fucking sex show, Sunbeam.”

“It was only the once. It’s like the music got to me…”

“Or the coke. Or the E. Or some other stuff. And did Joanne really want you to stick that dildo right up her twat like that?”

“When Joanne’s on stage and she’s ‘Marsh Mallow’, she’s like real uninhibited.”

“It can’t be easy to play bass and have someone pull down her jeans, lick her clit and shove a dildo up her front. But Joanne’s performing as Marsh Mallow, bassist, not Marsh Mallow, porn star. And since when have you gone from just partial nudity, which we always agreed was OK, to full on stark naked? No wonder we’re getting more men in the audience and fewer of the old lesbian crowd.”

“You’re just being fucking preachy. Just like your dad. But what about it, Tabby? Shall we change the name to ‘Excess’?”

“It’s a lot of hard work you know. There’s a lot of promo stuff I’ve got to change. And I’ve got that gig in Stockport on Friday.”

“When d’you think we could get it done? I told the other girls: Joanne, Prissy, Anita and Carla. They think it’s gonna be for the gig on Saturday.”

“I guess I’ll be able to do that,” Tabitha sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t have much time to buy new discs for her big session at the Tick Tack. She’d just have to hope the record shops in Manchester had some decent tunes she could feature.

Tabitha was exhausted when she got back from Stockport, having snatched only a few hours doze in the back of her battered Astra at a service station. She didn’t have much time to do more than unload her record boxes in the hallway, with the assistance of Sunbeam’s brother, Tom, who as always was trying to persuade her to have sex with him.

“Sorry, Tom. I’m what it says on the label,” Tabitha said with a grim smile after casino firmaları Tom had made his latest overture. “Where’s Sunbeam?”

“She’s at Anita’s. Or Sticky Goo as she calls herself now.”

“I guess I’ll just have to hope she makes it to the Fig and Firkin for tonight,” Tabitha sighed, knowing that when Anita and Sunbeam started making love it was often quite a huge effort to separate them. And if Carla got involved, well, they’d either be late or thoroughly wasted. Or more likely, both.

The landlord at the Fig and Firkin watched Tabitha as she set up the stage equipment with the help of Prissy and Joanne. As always, Sunbeam was not one of the first to arrive, and the fact that Anita and Carla were also not there made Tabitha fear the worst.

“So it’s gonna just be a dyke crowd, is it?” remarked the landlord from the bar stool where he sat. “A load of grrrls with short hair and jumble sale chic. But what’s this I hear about your group attracting the boys now?”

Tabitha knew exactly what the landlord was hinting at. “The group’s emerging from the dyke ghetto. That’s all.”

“I heard that your singer’s been having sex on stage. Not just taking her clothes off, which I don’t mind. I quite like a flash of tit, me. But actually like fucking doing it on stage. I’ve got a license to worry about, you know. This isn’t fucking Soho.”

“That’s just crap, Phil. And you know it. It’s just queer consciousness. Getting away from denying our sexuality. That kind of thing. There’s not gonna be any sex on stage.”

“I dunno. You’ve changed the name. What kind of ‘excess’ are you intending to represent?”

“An excess of political correctness, Phil. What d’you think? Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got to test the sound system.”

Tabitha’s assurances were rather wasted. When Sunbeam arrived, she, Carla and Anita were quite obviously still high, not helped by a pint of beer drunk at the bar while Tabitha did a DJ set, mixing some of Sunbeam’s rather dull heavy metal records with the hard house she much preferred. And then, finally, the group ascended the stage for the first time ever in their current incarnation.

“So give it up for Excess!” announced the landlord. “That’s Sunbeam, Sticky Goo, Marsh Mallow, Krakatoa and Daffodil!”

The five girls strode onto the small stage, Sunbeam and Sticky Goo carrying their guitars and Marsh Mallow her bass guitar. Krakatoa, or Prissy, seated herself behind the drum kit. And Daffodil, or Carla, behind the synths. As they appeared, the crowd, many of whom were the same ones who’d been following the group for over a year now, erupted into a huge applause.

Tabitha noticed with alarm that Sunbeam had already taken off all her clothes and was standing on stage with her guitar slung around her, just beneath her heavy breasts, and a pair of fourteen-hole Dr Martin’s on her feet. She strode up to the microphone, took it in one hand, but didn’t lift it off the stand, pushed her hair off her face and for a moment looked quite bewildered. Only the applause and cheers from the audience filled the space. And then she slurred into the microphone.

“Hello, Fig and Fucking Firkin! We’re gonna fucking rock you!”

And with that, Daffodil, Marsh Mallow and Krakatoa launched into ‘Hot Dyke Dreaming’, always a good starter, with its swirling Deep Purple organ chords, its Guns & Roses guitar sound and that thumping beat that sounded ever so much like ‘Purple Haze’. Tabitha noticed with relief that the coke and beer hadn’t too aversely affected Sunbeam’s singing voice. Nor her guitar-playing. Not that anyone would really have noticed with the poor pub acoustics. In fact, the most wasted was probably Carla who, at one stage, actually used the wrong programming sample, of which she only became aware after Marsh Mallow strode across the stage, wearing what most people might consider to be her underwear, and pointed it out to her.

Tabitha settled down on a stool at the back of the stage, a pint of real ale in one hand, the least strong available, and a cigarette in the other. She didn’t actually much enjoy the music Sunbeam’s group played. Rock music sounded rather predictable and dull to her ears, and even when the lyrics were filtered through a lesbian consciousness they really didn’t have the depth she associated with the soul or hip hop she preferred. And even though she got quite a high from caning hard house, it was generally a tape by someone like Macy Gray or Miss Dynamite that she put on when she drove back home after a gig.

However, it was evident that Excess was doing something right. The number of people who turned up at an Excess gig was steadily rising. In the early days of Excess Baggage, when the name was meant as an ironic statement of there being two sexes, rather than just the one, there would have been only a couple of dozen people in the audience, all women, and almost all just friends or ex-lovers of the group members. Now the place was full to capacity, and the crowd was quite a mix. In fact, a very güvenilir casino heterogeneous mix with almost as many men as women. And these weren’t all the kind of men who used to come to an Excess Baggage gig. Rather fewer of the gauche intellectuals, politically correct squatters and gay men. Indeed, many of the men were sporting tee-shirts by distinctly uncool rock groups like Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Metallica and the Scorpions. Many had the stereotypical long hair and denim of the heavy metal crowd, but even those without the standard dress looked rather less like men who appreciated the subtlety of confrontational gender politics, and rather more like men who practised air guitar in front of their mirrors.

Tabitha was also alarmed when the set became gradually more and more sexually explicit. Clearly, Sunbeam had been plotting it in advance with Anita and Carla, but, as always, Joanne was easily persuaded. In the midst of songs like ‘Clit Lickers’, ‘Fist My Ass, Doreen’ and the perennial favourite, ‘Love Blouse’ (which sounded ever so much like Golden Earring’s ‘Radar ), it wasn’t just Sunbeam who discarded her clothes. Soon there were one partially and three fully naked women on stage, and Prissy on drums, who was actually straight, had a boyfriend and never joined the others at a post-gig party. She was quite podgy and never showed much inclination to reveal any extra flesh at all.

As the men in the audience acknowledged with huge cheers, Sunbeam took the opportunity of the synth solo in ‘Love Blouse’ to kiss Marsh Mallow full on the mouth, while Anita crawled across the floor and started licking her crotch in approximate rhythm to the pounding beat. From where she sat, Tabitha couldn’t tell whether the sex was simulated or real, but she was sure that when Sunbeam stood astride Anita, Marsh Mallow fondling her breasts and the synth solo pounding away almost wholly on a pre-programmed loop, that it was real piss that came out between her legs and splattered over Anita’s face, bare breasts and short cropped hair.

It was only after two encores and another session of on-stage cunnilingus, this time with Carla receiving the pleasure of Anita’s tongue, that Tabitha was at last able to confront Sunbeam, having first to push through a mob of mostly men who crowded outside the small changing room the pub supplied. She really didn’t enjoy the ordeal of wriggling through the mass of black tee-shirts and leather jackets, with their studded tributes to bands like Limp Bizkit, Marilyn Manson and Rainbow, especially when she overheard one of them refer to her as a ‘black bitch’.

Finally, she squeezed the changing room door behind her, drowning out the sound of the men and their banter with the huge bouncer who guarded the door, and looked over at Sunbeam who was only now covering her breasts with a tee-shirt emblazoned with the picture of a Moroccan minaret and sunrise.

“We’ve been told not to come back to the Fig,” she told Sunbeam urgently.

“What the fuck! The ungrateful fuckers! Why’s that?”

“Because you pissed on stage mostly. And Phil, the landlord, who I’ve known for years actually, said that his license doesn’t cover all that… all the… you know…”

“Clitlicking.”

“Yeah, that! And it’s not just him. These three women, old fans of the band from way back, Piggy, Di and Grace, said they were disgusted, that they couldn’t go to another gig by the group again, that you’d crossed the line from dyke irony to straightforward male-oriented pornography.”

“Piggy, Di and Grace! Fucking prudish dykes. Who fucking cares about them!”

“Well, I do, Sunbeam. I care. They’re your audience. They’ve been loyal to the band since our first gigs in the basement of the Itchy Hamster. They say you’ve got like fucking Rockbitch.”

“Rockbitch! They’re just a load of fucking media whores. And anyway I don’t go for all that witching black magic stuff. You won’t see me stick a candle up my quim in a moonlit field. We were just having fun on stage, that’s all!”

“Well, look Sunbeam. I love you. I always have. I always will. But I can’t carry on being your manager if you continue doing what you’re doing.”

“What d’you mean? Doing what I’m doing?”

“Not just you. The whole band. Having sex on stage. I’m managing a rock group not a bunch of lap dancers.”

Tabitha then became aware that the rest of the band was watching her as she argued with Sunbeam.

“Don’t worry, Sunbeam. I’ll let you dance on my lap any day!” Carla sniggered.

“It was only a laugh, Tabby. It was nothing more,” Joanne protested.

“Don’t look at me! I didn’t do nothing!” asserted Prissy, towelling the sweat off her brow with a tubby hand.

If Tabitha thought she’d resolved the issue to her satisfaction, she was quite mistaken. From now on, the gigs were harder to get, but when she arranged them, they were attended by more and more people, and a greater and greater proportion of the audience consisted of men. And Tabitha had to find larger venues. Pubs were no longer big enough. And, for her, the final moment of irony must have been when she actually got a gig at a converted cinema that for a while had also been a lap-dancing club, a period of its history enshrined in the name: The Pussy Parlour.

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Hey everyone,

I know its been a while. Sorry for that. Even though I haven’t been writing lately, I still pay attention to comments and I appreciate them all :)I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think.

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Brady stared at the blank wall. He was way more tired than he should have been, but his new job working for the campus grounds crew was really taking a toll. They were in Ezra’s dorm room and it was dark except for the bedside lamp and the gentle green glow of the digital clock displaying 11:58.

Ezra was curled comfortably in Brady’s lap, reading and highlighting in a history textbook. Brady sighed and tried concentrating really hard, hoping that the pain in his shoulders would go away. The wall wasn’t the most comfortable backrest in the world. It was worth the pain though, to feel Ezra’s warm body against him. Brady tilted his head down and took in Ezra’s smell.

“Happy birthday,” Ezra whispered. “I love you.”

Brady glanced at the clock. It was midnight. Brady was officially nineteen. It didn’t feel like a big deal, considering he had class in the morning and work in the afternoon. Ezra closed his textbook and let it fall to the floor as he turned to face Brady. Brady kissed Ezra’s forehead and hugged him tightly. “I love you more, angel.”

“I have a gift for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Brady smiled and rubbed Ezra’s crotch.

Ezra blushed. “That’s not it…I mean you could have that if you want to…but I got you a present.”

Ezra slipped off the bed and went to the closet and pulled out a gift bag with carefully arranged tissue paper. He hesitated. “I don’t know if this is something you would even want…”

Brady stood and took the bag from Ezra’s hand. He set the bag on the desk and pulled the tissue paper out like an eager child, letting it fly behind him. He smiled and pulled out the gift. A pure white teddy bear with angel wings seemed to be smiling at him. He wanted to say something, but he felt like all he could do was smile.

“Do you not like it?” Ezra asked.

“I love it. Now I’ll always have this angel to hold when I miss you.”

Ezra sighed in relief and hugged Brady. “Its hard to find presents for you.”

“Why is that, beautiful?”

“You’re so amazing. You make me happy everyday. You love me so much. You give me all that and so…I just don’t know what I can give you that’s good enough.”

“You give me all that and more. Ezra, you are the only person that has ever been stable. You’re the one that I know will be there for me and will love me no matter what. As long as I always have that from you, you never have to give me anything else.” Brady kissed Ezra softly, but it soon heightened. Ezra was pressed against the wall, returning every bit casino şirketleri of passion that Brady had put in the kiss. All the emotions too great for words were expressed with dancing tongues and roaming, possessive hands.

Brady had hoisted Ezra up onto the bed and was on his way to join him when they heard a loud crash. Brady leapt up and said over his shoulder, “Stay in here, baby.”

He opened the door to find Brian in a rage. The crash had been caused by a young man hitting the table in the middle of the room. Brian had a feral look in his red-rimmed eyes as he searched for a weapon. Brady quickly shoved Brian into the wall. Brian’s fists flew, a few contacting the side of Brady’s head. He could smell the alcohol and it put him in a bad place. They struggled more, knocking over and breaking the coffee pot on the counter in the kitchenette and sending a stack of old editions of the university newspaper flying to the floor.

There was a loud knock and a UPD officer announced himself as he entered and broke up the fight. Brady had a bad feeling.

***

An hour later, the situation had been resolved. Brian was being held in custody by the university police and would probably be kicked out of the dorms for rules violations. Brady had been cleared once he had given a written statement of the events of the fight.

The young man Brian had been raging at had tried to sneak off in the middle of the chaos, but Ezra’s caring nature demanded that he ask the stranger to stay for a while and calm down.

“What’s your name?” Ezra asked.

The boy didn’t reply right away. He was rail thin and average height with messy blond hair. He didn’t seem like the type of kid that had ever been in any trouble and Brady wondered how it had all happened. However, he knew that this situation would be best left up to Ezra.

“My name is Myles,” he finally muttered. “I should just go.”

“You don’t have to leave,” Ezra said.

“Maybe you should have a friend come by and pick you up,” Brady suggested.

Myles shrugged. “I just want to get out of here.”

Brady moved and blocked Myles’ path to the door. “Seriously, call someone to come get you or let us walk you to wherever you need to go.”

“I have the phone number if you want for the Campus Safety Initiative,” Ezra offered.

“I don’t want to deal with the UPD fucks again,” Myles snapped. “I’m fine.” He stood suddenly and reeled back a little.

“Sit down,” Brady said harshly. “Did you hit your head?”

“I might have…”

“What started all that?” Brady asked.

Myles sat down and rested his forehead on the heels of his palms. Ezra stood up and filled a glass with ice and water. Myles accepted the water, but didn’t answer Brady’s question.

“Were you two dating casino firmaları or something?” Brady asked.

Myles set the water down hard on the wooden arm of the chair and stood up. He pushed past Brady and went to the door. “I’m not gay,” he nearly shouted as he slammed the door and left.

Brady and Ezra sat in silence, staring at the door for a moment. Ezra broke the silence with a yawn.

“Do you want me to stay here with you?” Brady asked.

“Please, will you?”

Brady smiled half-heartedly and put his arm around Ezra. They climbed into bed, all sexual feelings left behind, and settled into the most comfortable position they could manage.

***

Myles shivered and rubbed his hands up and down his bare arms. It was an unusually chilly night. His head pounded as he walked toward the parking garage. He felt like there were eyes on him as he walked across the abandoned square. A breeze made him shiver even more and he glanced around nervously, speeding up his pace even more. He was in front of the student center now. Not that far. Just a few minutes and one flight of stairs until he reached his silver BMW.

He reached the stairs and sighed, massaging the knee that he’d had surgery on twice. He could have taken the elevator, but he didn’t trust elevators.

“Hey!” a deep, baritone voice called.

Myles froze for a second and then bolted, but his knee locked up on him and he tripped, banging his chin on one of the stairs.

A tall, muscular black man rushed to him. Myles pulled himself up and recognized the navy blue polo shirts. This guy was just a UPD drone.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you like that.” He was younger than Myles had first thought, maybe around twenty. He flashed a pearly white smile. “I’m Derek. Do you want me to walk you to your car?”

“No,” Myles said, trying desperately not to stare at the massive pecs straining against Derek’s polo shirt. “Its just up the stairs.”

Derek grinned even wider. “You scare easy. Just let me walk with you. Its my job.”

Myles stood and dusted off his jeans. He ignored Derek. He tried everything to keep from picturing the gorgeous man naked. He thought about baseball and his grandma, but none of it worked. Those big, dark arms absolutely rippled with muscle and exuded pure manhood.

Myles unlocked his car and Derek let out a low whistle. “That’s a nice car.”

Myles shrugged and didn’t respond. “Thanks for walking with me, I guess.”

“No problem…you know, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Its Myles.”

Derek nodded. “Myles,” he said slowly in a deep voice that made Myles’ skin get hot.

“Bye,” Myles said suddenly, diving into the driver’s seat and closing the door. Behind the safe shield of his tinted windows he let out a sigh güvenilir casino as Derek walked away, khaki pants tight over a firm bubble butt. So many unwelcome images flooded his mind.

***

Brady groaned when Ezra’s alarm clock went off. Ezra smiled and hit the snooze.

“Its my birthday, but doesn’t feel like it,” Brady said. “Skip class with me.”

Ezra’s eyes got wide. “Brady, I can’t skip class…”

Brady did his best puppy dog eyes. “Just once. For me? I want to spend the day right here with you.”

Ezra sighed and kissed Brady. “Well…I guess it would be ok. We’re allowed three absences before our grade starts dropping, right?”

“Hell if I know. I just want you and me, right here. Touching, kissing, playing around. Breaks for food and naps. All day.”

Ezra giggled as Brady pulled him close. He straddled Brady and started to kiss his neck slowly. Ezra seemed very eager to please and his actions reflected that. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled at Brady’s neck while his fingers tangled in Brady’s hair. Ezra pulled Brady’s shirt over his head and flung it behind its back. It landed in a navy blue heap in the corner.

Brady sighed happily as Ezra slid down a bit, rubbing up against the growing erection in Brady’s basketball shorts. Ezra slid his hand into Brady’s shorts and fondled the warm and growing manhood. Ezra squeaked with desire as he started to kiss Brady’s chest and stomach.

Brady felt his toes curling with anticipation and he grabbed the sheets as his whole body shook from the pleasure. Ezra freed Brady’s hard cock and started sucking it rapidly, taking Brady in as far as he could and then back up. Brady reached down and affectionately ran his hand through Ezra’s hair so he could see his lover’s face. Lips flushed red from kissing wrapped lovingly around Brady’s cock and deep brown eyes stared up at him adoringly.

Ezra nearly fell off the bed in his rush to remove his clothing. Brady pulled Ezra into a 69 position and tried to focus on returning the pleasure from Ezra’s amazing blow job. The moment Brady’s tongue ran over Ezra’s hole, Ezra shivered and jerked away, reaching for the bottle of lube under the pillow. As he did so, he whispered in Brady’s ear, “I want to feel you inside me.”

Ezra spread the lube onto Brady’s cock and smeared some on his bottom before lowering himself onto Brady. He let out a moan and bit his lip. He started to bounce slowly, his face a mask of pure ecstasy.

Brady watched Ezra as he went up and down. He loved Ezra so much and he loved that he was the only one that got to see Ezra this way, so beautiful and sexy and vulnerable.

“Brady…oh, Brady…I’m gonna…” Ezra moaned and shot warm liquid onto Brady’s stomach. He pitched forward and wrapped his arms around Brady.

Brady thrusted his hips upward a few times and then his fingers dug into Ezra’s back as he came hard.

They were silent for a moment. Brady let out a whistle and laughed as he declared, “Best birthday ever!”

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With so many hook up apps on our smartphones, younger guys and newbies to gay hooking don’t even remember the hefty trade that went on in online chat rooms.

Living in Northern Virginia, but being deeply closeted, I didn’t have a way to begin exploring my attraction to guys that might be more familiar to folks in the Big Apple, Chicago, San Francisco, and the like. I couldn’t imagine being caught dead at one of DC’s “gay bars.” I hadn’t located anything approaching a bathhouse. I saw messages written on bathroom walls but those always seemed sketchy.

Then along came the internet, and with it, the advent of online chat rooms.

There were chat rooms for every conceivable interest, including genealogy and ancestry research, gardening, politics. And then there were those mysterious “4” chat rooms. M4M, M4W, W4W, MW4M, MW4W, MW4MW, etc. Even better, there were geographically specific rooms.

Of particular interest to me were rooms with the monikers NoVAM4M and DCM4M.

I created an pseudonymous profile name and treaded lightly into my first chat room.

The rooms consisted of light banter about sex, some braggadocio, and constant feelers being sent to the group: “looking to get sucked,” “looking to suck,” and similar messages, often followed by a response such as “message me, I’m interested.”

I spent a couple months visiting the chat rooms as I worked up the pluck to explore my attraction by finding another guy that would show me the ropes, or at least some of them.

As I mentioned, I lived in Northern Virginia. We were about 15 minutes away from the sprawling campus of George Mason University in Fairfax.

Early one Saturday, I was in one of the NoVAM4M rooms. While there, another profile, using the handle GMUFreshman asked me what I was up to.

We exchanged pleasantries for a while and then he asked if he could message me directly. I agreed. He told me his was a freshman at George Mason, and that he had a thing for dads. At the time, I was 42, and literally, a dad. We chatted for nearly an hour. I sported a boner the whole time, and was leaking pre-cum.

He wanted to meet up.

“I’m married, I can’t host,” I explained.

“Damn,” he replied, “I can’t either … roommates.”

“There is a park and some woods near the campus, we could go there,” he suggested.

I suppose if I hadn’t been boned up and leaking, and edging for the last hour, it would have seemed like a really sketchy idea. But I was horny, and I was desperate to experience, finally, something I had always dreamed about since puberty: sex with casino şirketleri a guy.

“Well, is there someplace we could meet up, and then decide if we want to do it,” I asked?

“University Plaza is located right across from the campus and not far from the spot I mentioned, how about we meet outside the McDonald’s there,” he quickly retorted.

This is when, honestly, I began experiencing something I still call a fugue state.

I could see myself typing on the keyboard, but it was like someone else was taking charge and doing the work.

“I can be there is 30 minutes,” I responded.

“I’ll see you then,” came his quick reply.

I described my car so he would be able to find me. Then I got dressed and plotted my escape.

“Honey, I’m going to head to Ace Hardware to get that replacement glass for the backdoor,” I told my wife, who was still in bad, but now awake. “Do you want to come?”

She wasn’t having any of it. “No, I’m going to get up shortly, and I want to start organizing the winter clothes for storage.” It was early April, and the weather had broken, so it was time to dig out the spring and summer clothes and put away the winter coats and boots and the heavier wear.

“Okay, dear,” I answered, “maybe later we can hit the garden center? I need to get the mulch for the front yard.”

She yawned an agreeable response as I slipped on my jacket and headed toward the door.

Everything was so strange. It was an out of the body experience. And I mean, really out of body. I could hear. I could see. But it was like I was watching myself drive.

“This is crazy,” I muttered to myself as I drove.

“What if someone sees me, or what if he tells someone? I could end up in really deep shit.”

The fear that knotted up my stomach couldn’t overwhelm the burning lust of desire that made my small cock a raging rock of yearning. I didn’t stop, I didn’t turn back.

University Plaza. There it was, on my left. Only 15 minutes from my house to the parking lot, so I was a bit early. I parked near the McDonalds and waited.

After about 10 minutes of sitting, a young guy walked in my direction. He looked as advertised: curly dirty blond hair, about 5’10” and maybe 190 pounds. I nodded at him when our eyes met and he approached the passenger side door. I popped the button to unlock the door. He slid in and shut the door.

“You’re GMUFreshman?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“So,” I risked, “what do you think?”

I knew what I was thinking: This is so crazy, so hot, so intense, and we haven’t even done anything.

“You’re casino firmaları very handsome,” he nearly whispered.

“Ha!” I answered, “you are beautiful.”

“No, seriously,” he objected, “I can’t wait to feel your cock on my tongue.”

“Exactly my thoughts, man, so where is this place you mentioned?”

He gave me directions. I started the car and headed to our rendezvous.

As we drove, his left hand found my right thigh and he began gently rubbing up and down. Each pass of his hand was a lightning bolt of pleasure, and the intensity grew and grew as his hand came closer and closer to my crotch.

I parked in the lot of a small Fairfax County park.

“The path at the back of the park is pretty desolate,” he explained, “I’ve never seen anybody back there before.”

“So, you’ve done this before,” I queried.

He looked a little put off by the question, “Not that it’s a problem, like I said, I have no idea what I’m doing so I hope you do!”

He smiled, “yeah, I’ve been here a few times.” He winked too.

We walked to the back of the park and started down the path. After about 10 minutes of walking, the path was just about gone. Obviously, few folks came this way. There was a fallen tree, and I sat on it.

He stood in front of me.

“So, daddy, what do you want to do?”

I answered him by reaching for his hips and pulling him to my face. I rubbed my face on his crotch, smelling the fresh smell of his body.

“Oh daddy,” he purred.

I loosened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled his zipper down. He wasn’t wearing underwear.

His cock was tucked down. I fished it out and just stared at it. Hungry. Yearning.

“Go ahead, Daddy,” he whispered, “kiss it.”

I did.

I made love to his cock. Licking and sucking and kissing it. He pushed his jeans low on his hips and pulled out his balls.

“Lick my balls, Daddy,” he pleaded.

I did.

I suckled them like a puppy on a bitch’s teat. I kissed and licked them. And then I worked my way back up the shaft of his thick meat.

“You lied to me, Daddy, you said you’ve never done this before!”

I hadn’t lied to him. But I had imagined this moment for thirty years. I had read hundreds of porn stories about this moment. I had watched hundreds of video clips. I’d never done it, but I knew instinctively what was needed, what was wanted, and I gave him everything that I could.

“I’m going to cum, Daddy,” he suddenly warned me. Later, I would just keep right on worshiping that cock, but I was new, güvenilir casino and I was afraid. So I pulled off and he jacked the cum out of his rod.

The entire time, I was still in that fugue state, as though someone else was doing these things, saying these words, feeling this fire.

Then he was pulling me up and saying, “your turn Daddy.”

I was mortified. I never lie about my tiny cocklet, and I hadn’t lied to this young man in our online banter. In fact, I told him that, at best, in a full raging hard on, I might be three inches. Still, there is that first moment when someone sees how small I am, and there have been occasions when guys laughed. In fact, I’ve had guys call it a clitoris.

“You don’t have to,” I implored.

“No, I don’t,” came his reply, “I want to. Don’t worry Daddy, I know what I’m doing and I like that your cock is smaller.

He didn’t bother with my belt, button, or zipper. He roughly pulled my pants and boxers down and my cock sprang out.

He didn’t start giving me oral. Instead, he wrapped his hand around me and began slowly stroking me.

“Careful,” I cautioned, “I’m so horny and close.”

He slowed his stroke and then brought his mouth near to the head of my cock. He tentatively licked the head of my penis, then kissed it, then pulled back, looked up at me and said, “Oh, Daddy.” Then he plunged down on me.

“God, oh god,” I cried out.

This was everything I’d ever imagined. And more.

He suctioned my cock with ease and then bathed my balls with his tongue. Then back on my dick, licking and sucking until I couldn’t hold back.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!”

Unlike me, he just kept on sucking and I came … in his mouth, on his tongue, and he just kept sucking and sucking. It was the most intense feeling I’d ever experienced. Soon I couldn’t take it; it was overwhelming.

“Stop! Stop! I can’t take it anymore.”

He looked up at me, smiled, and then sucked me some more. I could feel my knees beginning to buckle. I think he could as well, because he came off my cock.

“Jesus,” I said, “that was so incredible, oh my god, I had NO idea.”

“Haven’t you ever had a blow job before,” he asked. I’d told him that I was married, and I guess he assumed that married guys get head. I never had.

“I still can’t believe you haven’t ever done this before,” he said, “I’ve been blown more than a few times but that is the best head I’ve ever experienced!”

I told him about studying the porn stories and videos, and about jacking off thousands of times thinking about what we just did.

“Well, man, I am so glad you decided to let me introduce you to this,” he chuckled.

“Me too,” I responded.

We made some small talk as we walked to my car. I dropped him off on campus. I never saw him again.

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Where we left off: Clara’s nasty family has gone on holiday, leaving her to fend for herself. In this chapter, they cum home and get into a “welcum home gangbang”…

Clara showers, douches, and gives herself a pair of enemas. In her bedroom, she places several jars of Vaseline and flavored jells on top of her nightstand, and turns-down the covers on her bed. Retrieving a collection of strap-ons from her closet, she drops a pile of them on the bottom rung of the stairs leading to the second floor, and a second pile at the foot of the bed. That done, she dresses in a lace and satin black garterbelt, black nylons, and heels. She slips-on a pair of black spike heels, and is wrestling her heavy knockers into a matching bra when the doorbell rings. The bell chimes half a dozen times more before she can fasten her bra, slip on a sheer kimono, and make it downstairs.

A young woman of about twenty-five is standing on the door-step. She has short black hair, an insolent look on her somewhat pretty face, and is dressed all in leather. “You Clara? ” she asks, eyeing the busty mother’s eye-popping figure, clearly visible through the thin robe.

“I might be; who are you?”

“Your daughter sent me. Told me ta loosen ya up before she arrives home. Paid me a hundred pounds” “I see,” Clara responds, her eyes going immediately to the stranger’s casino şirketleri crotch.

Noting the look, the leather clad visitor grabs her crotch, so that the big bulge underneath is visible.

“C’mon, I ain’t got all day. I got a few more horny bitches ta service,” the gum-snapping brunette growls.

Clara allows her in, then shuts and bolts the door. She leads the brunette up the stairs and to her room, slipping-off her shift and turning to her visitor. “I’ll have to make sure and thank my darling daughter properly,” the luscious slut cracks, going to her knees.

A few seconds later, the long, very thick rubber cock formerly concealed beneath the shiny leather pants is buried in Clara’s experienced throat. She spends several minutes fellating the psuedo dong, then gets up and kneels on the edge of the bed. “There’s plenty ‘o lube on the table, there”

The brunette steps up behind her, eyeing her battered, mis-shappen anal pucker. “From the looks o’ that ‘winkie’, ya don’t need no lube” the unnamed woman shot back.

Hawking-up a gob of phlegm, the dildo-strapped dyke spits on to her target, then sockets her cock-head against it after roughly spreading those lush butt-cheeks apart. One hard, deep thrust, and her 12″ horse-cock is buried to the hilt in her “client’s” hungry ass-hole.

Her orders are to make sure casino firmaları Clara is loose and ready for an all-night anal gangbang, and so “D” (real name: Diedre) punches in and out of the perverted mother’s shop-worn pooper like a piston. She has purposely chosen one of her thickest strap-ons to accomplish the job, and though many of her “client’s” are not able to handle the girth, this hot bitch’s anal-ring is stretched wide around the 4″ circumference. Most of her partners would be screaming bloody murder by now, pleading for mercy, but all she got out of Clara were little grunts of pleasure and urgings to sodomize her harder, deeper.

“Oooo, darling, yes; pound my guts to jelly,” Clara cries, enjoying the massive intrusion of the hard-pounding cock in the furthest regions of her inner rectum.

Both women are so caught-up in the nasty rutting that neither hears the front door open. As soon As thy pile in, all three women hear the unmistakable sounds of lesbian anal rutting from upstairs. “Guess D is hard at work,” Mel quips, and the others laugh.

They see the pile of strap-ons at the foot of the stairs, but they have made their own “special purchases” while on vacation. They undress quickly and each of them strap-on a 15″ long, 4″ thick black latex phallus marketed as “the BUTT RAMMER”

They move quickly up the stairs, and güvenilir casino enter the bedroom just as D is sliding out of Clara’s wickedly-gaping rear entrance. “Hey, Mel!” she calls cheerily as she moves-around so that Clara can suck her brown-streaked cock clean.

“Wow! You did a great job of it, D!” Melanie cackles admiringly. “She should be good and loose enough now!”

“I’ll say!” Kath adds. “Well done, D!”

While the new arrivals “lube-up”, Clara finishes her clean-up of D’s cock and they kiss goodbye. D collects her money , turning-down Melanie’s offer to stay and join the fun. Mel escorts her out and re-bolts the door, then re-joins the other women in her mom’s bedroom. They attack the still-keeling mother like a pack of crazed hyenas…

Mel gets first crack at her mum’s freshly-plowed back-door. “OoooGAWD!” Clara grunts as her raw, sore sphincter is under siege once more. It stretches wider than it ever has as Melanie pushes mercilessly forward. Clara sees stars as she licks at Pilar’s anal trench, which the sexy latina has just now presented to her. Pilar is sucking Kath’s cock, and doing a marvelous job of it.

Melanie’s hands slide under to cup her mom’s heavily-hanging tits; the nipples are hard as bullets and swollen obscenely. The familiar weights of the warm, lush globes in her palms let the loving daughter know she’s home…

End (?) Chapter 5

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“Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, and some violent situations. In addition, all characters in any sexually explicit conduct are over the age of eighteen (18) years at the time this story was written.”

*

Hearing voices in the bedroom, I peeked into the cracked bedroom door. Mom was on her knees bent over the officer. Her rosy lips were sliding up and down his hard, black cock.

Ruth was lying naked on her back on the bed. She was fat and lumpy.

Mom’s pussy didn’t mind. It was directly above Ruth’s face and remained in constant contact with her long, pink tongue.

Ruth was teasing Mom. She was continuously bringing Mom to the brink of orgasm, only to back off, and then start the cycle over, again.

Eventually, Ruth’s tongue increased its tempo, until it became a steady, rapid, relentless drumbeat on Mom’s clit. Ruth even inserted her middle finger to rub Mom’s g-spot.

Moments later, Mom pulled her mouth off the officer’s cock and hollered, “Oh! Oh god! Don’t stop! Oh! Please, pleassse lady! Please don’t stop! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!”

As Mom came, Ruth inserted the middle finger of free hand into her own pussy. Moments later, her brown, chubby thighs began slapping against each other. Ruth came, too.

After the women came, Ruth managed to free her head from Mom’s thighs and sat up. Her smiling face was plainly drenched with Mom’s pussy juice.

“Okay Betsy. Stand up! Time to go bowling.”

Before mom could respond, Ruth spit a gob of saliva onto Mom’s asshole. She then pressed her thick thumb into Mom’s puckered anus, while she slowly sunk two fingers into Mom’s pussy.

“There!” Ruth exclaimed as she successfully penetrated my squirming Mom’s fuck holes in unison.

“Two in the pink and one in the sink,” the officer said. “Rock and roll! Make her dance!”

Ruth’s eyebrows furrowed as if in deep concentration as her large hand began squeezing and pressing Mom’s fuck holes together. Mom’s reaction was immediate. She began rolling her head back and forth as her hips made wild thrusts. She was dancing like Tina Turner!

“Mmm…Miss…Mrs. Ruth! I…I… Oh god!”

The more Mom wildly reacted, the harder and faster Ruth seemed to squeeze. Ruth only let up when she saw the officer’s cock jutting straight up.

“I think you are ready for George’s big, black cock sweetheart. Let me lube your little poop chute. Just relax now. He’ll fucking your little ass soon enough. Assume the position bitch.”

After George lubed his cock, he passed the tube to Ruth. She squeezed some lube onto two, long brown fingers and then wiggled them into Mom’s exposed anus.

“There! Now pucker up. Ol’ George is going to fuck your dainty, little, white behind!”

Mom pressed her head down onto the carpet and enticingly raised her sexy ass high in the air, as George straddled her. It certainly appeared Mom couldn’t wait to have her dainty, button-shaped anus looking like the entrance to the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel.

George, acting kinglike, paused to examine the anal treat the women had prepared for him, before he slowly crouched over Mom’s ass, and began pressing his widely flared, greasy cockhead into her. Mom’s reactions were immediate, again.

As the huge invader slowly dilated Mom’s anus open, Mom’s face turned red and her lips curled just before she began blabbering, “Ow! Oh my god! Oh god! That…that’s sooo big. Shit! Aaahhh!”

“Relax. Diddle yourself!”

Mom closed her eyes and began frigging her clit as George slowly rocked his massive cockhead back and forth in her anus. To say Mom’s manipulations heightened her pleasure was an understatement. The clit tweaking triggered an unbelievable orgasm.

As Mom’s cunt spasmed, she lustfully pressed her bottom back against the formidable black, anal intruder. Mom’s hungry asshole was now ready to be plundered.

“That’s it little slut…now let’s see if you can keep up.”

I understood when George began fucking her hard. I knew there was no feeling sweeter than force-fucking a completely subdued, tight ass. Each stroke felt like you were churning the anal canal into warm butter.

“Feel it baby? Feel good? Like that big, black cock deep inside your white ass? You know what they say…”

“Aaahhh! Goddd!”

“That’s right!”

“Shit! Open the drapes Ruth. We forgot about the neighbors. They have to see this. Show the neighborhood that pretty, white ass…”

No doubt, the already open windows, aided by the still night, had carried Mom’s cries and George’s pig like butt-fucking grunts, intertwined with the rapid slapping sounds of large balls against smooth butt cheeks to every corner in the complex. The complex’s inhabitants, who had been curiously peeking out their bedroom windows, now would have a picture to go along with the erotic sounds.

Mom sighed like she was taking a long awaited, enormous dump as George began withdrawing his massive cock all of the way out her ass. Her butt wiggled almost uncontrollably casino şirketleri when the cockhead popped out.

After taking a few deep breaths, Mom shakily stood up on her bowed legs. Her face was flushed and her long blonde locks were carelessly strewn around her head and slender shoulders as she slowly moved to the window, bent over, and spread her perfect ass cheeks.

Acting as the neighborhood voyeur advocate, Ruth walked over to Mom’s side, reached over her rump, took hold of both ass cheeks, and pulled her supple buns fully apart. As she looked down at Mom’s dilated, swollen asshole, she cooed, “Hmm, so smooth, so wonderfully firm… I would like to fuck this, too.”

“Okay Ruth. Keep’em spread.”

George then positioned himself opposite Ruth. He stood somewhat an angle behind Mom, so that his black neighbors, most of them anyway, could see his black cock skewer the white woman’s behind.

When the bulbous cockhead entered Mom’s anus, she groaned a deep, “Aaahhh”, and then stood up on her tip toes. Her back arched and twisted, as if trying to escape the huge, black anal intruder.

Not taking any chances, Ruth firmly wrapped her large brown hand in a full half-circle around Mom’s thin, white neck. Mom wasn’t going anywhere.

As Mom’s face turned red, I couldn’t help but think that George had at least nine more inches to go! He only had speared Mom’s ass a couple of inches!

“You were made for fuckin’. You’ve got the sweetest, tightest, little asshole I’ve ever fucked.”

At that point, I walked into the bedroom and caressed Mom’s butt cheek. Apparently, I startled her. Despite quickly turning her head to see who was beside her, Mom’s eyes never made it past my erect cock.

As Mom reached for my cock to suck it, George said, “Your turn Ruth…”

Ruth stepped away from Mom, reached under the bed, and retrieved a box. She dumped the box on the bed in front of us.

An awesome pile of dildos of various lengths, anal beads, butt plugs, vibrators, strap-ons, harnesses, double penetrators, etc, lay on the bed. I’d never seen a collection quite like this.

“Whatcha think? How ’bout I strap my new heavy duty dildo harness on? 8″? 10″? 12”? “Save the 12 for special occasions…like punishment…”

“Ten it is. Lie on your stomach in front of your…up the ass girl.”

Looking over at Ruth, I stammered, “That’s pretty big!”

“All the better to fuck you my dear… I am going to loosen your little girlie ass up first…before I sodomize you with my Jeff Stryker…don’t want to hurt you…”

As I laid on my stomach, holding my cheeks open, Ruth slowly pumped two, long, greasy fingers in and out of my willing, puckered anus. The more I loosened up, the deeper she probed.

When Ruth found my prostate, she knew what to do. Using her fingertips, she gently massaged it with light, circular motions. Before I knew it, I was grinding my hard-on into the bed as Ruth fucked me with her hand!

By the time Ruth mounted me, I was yearning to be fucked by Jeff. I couldn’t get it up my ass fast enough. I immediately pushed back on it as soon as I was penetrated.

“Aaahhh,” Ruth said as she pushed in deep and began fucking me. “This really feels wonderful. Exquisite!”

Yes, it was I thought. Being fucked in the ass like a woman by a woman, even a fat one, was wickedly erotic.

“The little bitch’s ass is gonna be stretched all to hell by you get through with it,” George chortled.

Ruth pounded my ass, non-stop, for at least five full minutes, until she started cumming. Then she pounded me even harder! She fucked me forward so hard that my head banged against the headboard. I had to grab it to keep my myself from being knocked unconscious.

“Aaahhh. Aaahhh. Fucking bitch! Damn George!”

After Ruth had rolled off me, I turned over my side. George immediately noticed my stiff cock. He pulled out of Mom and told her to crawl up the bed next to me. He then commanded, “Fuck her ass!”

As I mounted Mom, she looked back at me, spread her sexy butt cheeks, and gave me a winning smile. I returned her smile and then pressed my cockhead into her anus.

Mom began wiggling her rear end as I pushed my cock up her ass. It seemed as if she couldn’t wait to get her ass impaled. Mom got her wish.

Surprisingly, George mounted me, as I lay on top of Mom. As he drove his cock all the way up my ass, my own cock couldn’t help but go deeper into Mom’s ass, too.

Mom’s ass felt good around my cock as I fucked her and my ass back on George’s throbbing black meat. My prostate was in hog heaven. George’s cock was causing it to tingle so rapturously that my balls throbbed mercilessly.

After only a few minutes, George grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back hard onto his plunging cock. He got as deep as he could before unleashing a hot torrent of cum up my ass.

Within seconds, my own face contorted. As George was flooding my bowels, I managed to give Mom a couple of fierce thrusts, before casino firmaları my own throbbing cock began shooting cum up her hot asshole.

Mom’s body instantly shuddered as I came. She came, too. I was amazed how strongly her long anal tube contracted around my cock as she grunted through a series of anal orgasms.

For what seemed like several minutes, Mom and I lay on our bellies, floating comfortably in our post-orgasmic haze. We only opened our eyes, when we heard George and Ruth chortling as they stood over us. They were gazing down on our filled to the brim rectums.

“Lick yourselves clean. Tidy up. You’re gonna have company…”

As Mom and I quickly got into a ’69’ position and lovingly sucked and licked the sperm out of each other’s dilated anus, George told us he would be stopping by later for a lunchtime treat…that we should both be ready. Neither Mom nor I responded.

No sooner had George and Ruth walked out the door, they walked back in. They were not alone. George did the introductions.

“These are my horny, home boy’s – Len, Stew, Rupe, and James.”

“And…these two are…are a couple of total sex freaks…who can’t wait to get your big, nigger cocks up their white asses! Enjoy!”

The way the trio looked at us, I knew we were going to be ass-fucked the rest of the night. If Mom was thinking the same thing, her anus had to be clenching, too.

As I wondered if this was the excitement Mom and I were looking for, to be anally gangbanged, Stew boldly walked up to Mom and placed his big hands on her fragile shoulders. Rupe pointed at me and smiled wryly at my clean-shaven genitalia, while Len and James began peeling off their clothes.

Mom didn’t say a word as Stew pushed on Mom’s shoulders, forcing her down to her knees in front of him. He then pulled her face to his crotch and rubbed it against the prodigious bulge to the left of his fly.

After a couple of seconds, Mom bravely pulled her head back, looked up at Stew, licked her lips, and unzipped his trousers. Her eyes got really big when Stew’s cock sprang out. It was already hard and looked to be at least ten to eleven inches long.

Embarrassingly, my own cock immediately hardened in front of the men and Mom, as I stared at Stew’s long cock. It had a nicely pointed head, ideal for ass fucking.

As the men completed undressing, Mom grabbed Stew’s shaft and inserted the head into her hot mouth. She began sucking him as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Len, who had finished undressing first, stepped forward, and grabbed Mom’s 38″ DD’s with both hands. He squeezed and caressed them, before meanly pinching her nipples between his fingers.

When Mom yelped and jerked in pain, I immediately clenched my fists and stepped forward. In an instant, Rupe pinned my arms behind me. His grip was so strong I did not even bother to struggle. He walked me to the bed and pushed me down on it face first.

“Spread’em.”

I thought Rupe was going to butt fuck me; however, he walked over to Mom, put his cock in her mouth, and then slid a hand between her legs. He buried a couple of his fingers into her pussy and began churning her delicious wetness as he fucked her tight throat.

Every once in awhile, Rupe would pull his cockhead back a couple of inches, allowing Mom to gasp for air, before he resumed fucking her tear stained face. Mom had definitely met her match in Rupe.

Apparently, Len seeing my inviting anus absent cock quickly mounted me. With a sudden, violent lunge, he drove his lubed cock several inches up my ass. I gasped, let go of my cheeks, and tried to wiggle forward, but he held my hips firmly.

As I struggled, I looked down at Mom. She was her down all fours trying to wipe Rupe’s sperm off her face as James was pulling her perky ass cheeks open.

Moments later, James was roughly thrusting his cock in and out of Mom’s pussy. Mom had a look of sublime joy on her sperm-streaked face as her tits bounced and swung wildly.

Unable to resist penetrating the pink anus that was, occasionally, winking back at him, James stuck is thumb into Mom’s ass and began wiggling it around. Mom immediately groaned and squeezed her ass cheeks.

“Oh yeah. That’s it little princess,” James determinedly muttered. “Make me cum!”

As soon as James had bred Mom, he pulled out. It was Stew’s turn. He planted his huge cock immediately up Mom’s stretched-out, cum-drenched cunt and began to ride her, as James came around to her front and pushed his semi-hard cock into her mouth, for cleaning.

Len was drilling my ass non-stop, when Stew commanded Mom, “Beg me to fuck your sweaty, white ass. Show us…your little friend…how bad you want my big, black cock up your white, sloppy ass. Show us what a fuck pig you really are!”

Before Mom could say anything, Stew pulled his big cock out of her pussy with a loud pop and bodaciously hawked a luger onto her red, swollen asshole. Mom winced and then her mouth froze when her rectal muscles were forced to give way. güvenilir casino A run away black freight train was going up her ass.

After penetrating Mom’s ass a few inches, Stew paused to high-five Len. They were quite pleased with themselves. Both their massive cocks were in tight, white asses.

I should known what was going to happen, when Stew’s eyes narrowed. He was looking at Len’s cock – now fully imbedded in me.

Not to be outdone, Stew grunted loudly as he heaved himself forward. His legs then straightened, as he brutally forced the remaining four-to-five inches of his cock up Mom’s tender rectum.

“Aaahhh!” he and Mom both hollered as he bottomed out in Mom’s ass.

Upon seeing Mom’s anus ballooned around the base of Stew’s thick rod, I decided to raise my ass up slightly. I knew I was encouraging Len to bear down. He did.

Len grabbed my hips firmly and began slamming my ass as hard as he could. I certainly didn’t mind. My prostate was now in direct contact with his cock.

I slipped my hand down between my legs and grasped my throbbing cock. It was slick with precum, which made stroking it so much more pleasurable.

The longer and harder I squeezed my ass, the more frantically orgasmic impulses radiated from prostate out of my ass to my swollen balls, making them contract incessantly around my throbbing cock. My anal gratification was soon ratcheted up so high that my cock and balls simply ached. Nothing compared to being sodomized by a big, thick cock.

Len was feeling the intense, sexual pleasure, too. He was grunting hard and loud as he long-stroked my lust-filled ass. Every time he drove his cock his forward, my ass opened up completely. Every time he pulled back, my ass greedily sucked and pulled on his large tool. He couldn’t do it often enough.

As we rapidly fucked our way to a feverish, divine climax, I furiously beat my meat. I had only one thought in my head and that was to blow my load in Mom’s mouth.

Nearing orgasm, my hips began turning and twisting and as I pushed my ass back onto Len’s cock as hard as I could, my orgasmic damn broke. “Mom!” I cried out as I turned onto my side. “Suck it! I’m cumming! Fuckkk!”

As my spasming anus locked in a vice-like grip around Len’s cock, Mom was able to quickly move her head up and wrap her succulent lips around my cockhead just as I began firing off extremely powerful blasts of cum. The nerve endings around my prostrate had seldom been so electrically charged.

While I ejaculated warm, heavy globs of cum into Mom’s sucking mouth, Len pulled my white ass tight against his black loins, forcing his massive, black cock all the way up my straining rectum. He had completely impaled me with is cock.

Seconds later, I felt Len’s cock swell to almost unbearable proportions. The tip of his cockhead entered my intestines at the same time his remaining girth passed through my anus.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Shit. Aaahhh! Aaahhh!” Len hollered as he began blasting veritable tidal waves of cum into bowels. I immediately felt his warm semen inundating my intestines.

“Holy shit,” Len uttered breathlessly after he came. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my life. I think I pulled one of my balls. You like that big cock, don’t ya? I opened your ass up so far it’ll take a week to close. Everybody’s gonna know you got owned.”

“Whew, I’m dizzy,” I said with a giddy laugh. I was so fired up that I still felt him inside me even though I knew it was not there!

“You’re about to get more dizzy,” Stew said as he mounted me.

My body shuddered and my hips wiggled uncontrollably as Stew impaled my weary rectum to the hilt and began fucking me. The squelching noise emanating out of my sperm-filled rectum was so loud that I think the neighbors could even hear it.

Too tired to move, I just watched Rupe and Mom. He was fucking her ass hard, too, smashing his cock belligerently into her rectum.

Nearing orgasm, Mom began babbling, “That’s it… That’s it… Fuck my ass. Make me your bitch. Cum in me!”

Rupe was panting now from the fast ass-fucking he was giving Mom. He was getting close, too, as he switched up and shortened his strokes, leaving his cock deep in her rectum.

Right after Mom started cumming, Rupe began pumping cum deep into her bowels. Each powerful ejaculation made him groan and Mom’s ass cheeks clench.

Rupe left Mom curled up in the fetus position on the floor. Thick, creamy sperm drooled out of her gaping asshole.

Unable to control my carnal desires, I told Stew that I wanted to eat her out. Surprisingly, he released me and I got up off the bed.

I gingerly kneeled down, in front of the guys, and unhesitatingly pressed my face between Mom’s ass cheeks. Mom’s pink asshole was sooo sexy!

“Oh, wow,” Mom breathed. “Keep doing it! Keep licking Mom…my asshole. That feels so hot!”

Encouraged, I went to work on her dilated anus with gusto. My tongue lapped, circled, and poked into her creamy asshole like there was no tomorrow.

“Mmm… Yes! Just like that. Don’t stop licking. Fuck! That feels so damn good!”

No one spoke for the next few minutes. The guys just watched me swallow the cum that Mom pushed out. Mom came at least two more times, before I let up.

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COFFEE AND CREAM by K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2008 by the author.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Another former print story of mine, back in a revised version.

I went to college at a large state university and when I graduated I was lucky enough to get an entry-level position with a local company. I loved my job, though it meant putting on a tie to go to work. I was twenty-two years old, upwardly mobile, with a nice place, a good income, and no one to share my good fortune.

Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t desperate. I’d come out in my sophomore year and was comfortable with my gay self. Not that I was standing on the street corner shouting the news, but I wasn’t trying to hide it either. I worked out, without becoming a gym rat. I went out, without becoming a bar fly. Things were out of control in only one area of my life. Years of late-night studying in college had left me hopelessly, incurably addicted to caffeine.

Last summer a new coffeehouse opened on my daily route to work. This was a godsend, not least because whoever owned the place had to be gay. How could I tell? Well, the staff was all male, breathtaking to look at, and free of attitude-a gay coffee lover’s wet dream.

It wasn’t a queer java hut, though. The place was in one of the tonier neighborhoods in this city, and it drew an upscale crowd, mostly straight yuppies. Not that the young husbands and fathers who came in for their caffeine fixes weren’t worth looking at. Often I wasn’t sure who to check out while I waited in line, the counter boys or the customers.

During the week I never hung out there, having only time to dash in and dash out. Sometimes on the weekends I would go, sit in one of the overstuffed armchairs and read the paper while sipping my espresso. One Saturday morning in September I was doing just that. After a while I got bored and looked around the room.

The place was empty except for one man sitting opposite me at a table against the wall. He was reading the paper too, dressed in the neighborhood’s standard leisure ensemble: T-shirt, sneakers, and running shorts, the kind whose legs were split up the side for extra freedom and skin exposure. He was about my age, lean and lanky, legs corded with muscle. His dark wavy hair fell over a strong, square-jawed face, serious in expression as he studied the headlines. I turned my attention to my favorite part of the male body. I notice arms, especially forearms. The pair that held that paper was as ripped as his legs. The only disappointing thing was the glint of a gold wedding band on his hand.

So he was married-that didn’t mean I couldn’t look and enjoy. As I watched he shifted positions, raising his leg and putting the ankle on his other knee. The vent of his running shorts on that side fell open, exposing part of his butt and a narrow elastic band crossing it-he was wearing a jockstrap. My cock leapt up in my jeans at the delicious sight and I had to shift positions myself to relieve the pressure. My breathing quickened and I felt the pre-cum start to flow.

At that moment, the married hunk looked up and caught me square in the act of checking him out. I thrust the paper up to cover my face, succeeding only in making my wandering eye more obvious. My cheeks were flaming behind my newsprint screen. I thought about just jumping up and getting the hell out of there before he came over and confronted me.

I sat frozen in that position until my muscles began to ache. Nothing happened and finally I decided I was being ridiculous. I let the paper drop slightly in my hands so I could see over it.

The handsome man was still there, still reading. Now, though, he was facing in my direction, leaning against the wall with legs slightly apart. I had a perfect view of what was inside his shorts-strong, hairy thighs and, further inside, the pouch of his jock, stretched full by its contents. The next moment one sinewy hand wandered into the picture and stopped, cupping the swelling mound in dark blue nylon.

I looked up, startled. The guy locked eyes with me and gave a slight, almost invisible nod. My heart was thudding as I cast a glance around. No one else was nearby. The counter help had gone in the back for a break. I fixed my gaze on him and nodded in response.

He put his paper on the table, stood, and stretched, the picture of casualness. Then he strolled into a narrow hallway at the back, where the restrooms were located. I didn’t take my eyes off him for one second. Just before opening the door to the men’s room he glanced back over one broad shoulder, reached down and hiked up one side of his running shorts, baring one dimpled butt cheek framed by the strap of his jock. The devil.

I forced myself to wait a minute after he disappeared inside. Then I got up and walked toward the back myself, my erection a hard, insistent ache in my bulging jeans. At the door to the john I looked back one last time. All clear. I pushed the handle down and walked in.

It was a single-occupancy restroom with a toilet, sink and amsterdam shemale urinal, filled with the artificial perfume of air freshener. My man was standing at the urinal, his back to me, one arm moving. He turned as I shot the deadbolt. For the moment we were safe.

He had pushed his shorts and jock down in front. His long, cut cock, half hard from his stroking it, jutted out above a pair of round tight balls. In a flash I was on my knees in front of him, peeling his gear down his thighs. I grabbed his cheeks and took his pole into my mouth, coaxing it to full erection.

He sighed and ran his hands through my hair. “That’s nice,” he said in a low voice. I made what sounds I could to indicate agreement. I was fucking turned on. Nothing like doing a hot hunk in a public place to get your juices flowing.

After a while, to my surprise, he pulled me to my feet. I had figured a married man would only want to be serviced, but I was wrong. He knelt, unbuttoned my fly, pulled my cock out and went to work like a pro. His bottomless hot throat and agile tongue had me at the edge in moments. To head off the explosion I pulled back out of range.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, panting.

It took a moment to collect my thoughts. “I-I didn’t want to cum in your mouth.”

White teeth flashed in a charming, astonishing grin. “Why not? That’s the best part.”

Again I was amazed. “You really want me to?”

“Sure. I love it. Let me taste you.” He grabbed my butt and engulfed me again with his mouth. His other hand jerked his cock, lubed with my spit.

“Uh, buddy, oh jeez… oh shit… oh… FUCK I’M GONNA SHOOT…”

My body jackknifed and my knees buckled as the orgasm raced up from my crotch and exploded in my brain. My hands clamped around his head in a death grip as I fired bullets of hot liquid down his throat. I heard gulping noises below me as he swallowed.

Still gasping, I forced my eyes open and looked down. He had let go of my cock and thrown his head back, his mouth open, his eyes closed. His own organ was still hard as a rock between his thighs.

Before my better judgment kicked in I got him to stand up and hit the floor again. I took him into my mouth and began to suck fast and hard, using as much spit and pressure as I could. It took only a minute for his breathing to quicken and deepen into rhythmic grunts as his cock came to life, filling my mouth with his hot salty juice. When he was finished shooting I stood on stiff legs. The reality of the situation hit us. As fast as we could we cleaned ourselves off and stuffed ourselves back into our clothes. We washed our hands and faces, wiped up and flushed the evidence down the toilet. Finally we stood facing one another. My partner in public sex looked relaxed and happy. He stuck out a big, warm hand and I shook it.

“Thanks, man. I really needed that.”

“Guess you don’t get enough at home.” I blushed at how tacky that sounded but he just laughed.

“It’s that obvious, huh?”

I was kicking myself. “Forget I said that, I’m sorry.”

He clapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it.” He turned and unlocked the door, opened it a crack and peered out. He gave me a conspiratorial wink. “Give me a minute, OK?”

“Sure.”

He flashed that smile one more time and gave me a thumbs-up. Then he was gone. I wanted to stick my head out the door, get one last look at him, but caution won out and I waited to leave until I was sure the coast was clear.

I’d like to say that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but I never saw the horny husband again, though I scanned the place every time I came in for weeks afterward. I was sorry, but there wasn’t a lot I could do, since I hadn’t gotten his name. Then a new barista came to work at the coffeehouse and things started looking up again.

Greg was around twenty, slender but toned, and kept his blonde hair clipped very short. One ear was pierced with two thin gold rings. His large brown eyes seemed to pop from his face, giving him a startled look. In repose, his square jaw and longish nose gave him a stolid, almost sullen expression. But when he smiled or laughed, brilliant white teeth framed with a pair of deep dimples flashed out, transforming his face. He was a student at the same university where I had gone, and was here brewing espresso to pay the tuition. His real passion was playing the drums in a local alternative band that had visions of making it big.

I thought he was cute the first time I saw him, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have chatted him up and found all this out. But I didn’t actually fall head over heels until one afternoon when he was ringing me up and I glanced down as he handed me my change. Greg’s forearms were as solid as oak from all that drumming, roped with muscle and vein. I knew then I was a goner.

Like a love struck high schooler I lost the power of speech. After that, Greg would see me standing in line and say in a friendly voice, “Tall non-fat latte?” I would rotterdam shemale nod, blush and duck my head. Other mornings he would man the espresso machine, making conversation while I stood waiting for my drink. I grunted monosyllables in response. I could barely look him in the eye when he wished me a good day.

When Greg disappeared for a while after Christmas I was desolate, until one morning he was back behind the machine as usual. I was overjoyed and said to him, “You’ve been gone.”

“Yeah,” he said, twisting a handle with one beautiful arm. “My band went on tour.”

I became worried again. “Does this mean you’re going to quit your day job?”

Greg laughed. “No, we’re not that good yet. Going to keep making your lattes for a while. Here you go, man.” He put my drink in front of me with a courteous nod.

I screwed up all my courage and said, “Well, I’m glad. I missed you.” Then I fled before he could reply.

God knows how long we would have gone on like that. Life, though, has a way of forcing the issue. That spring, the treadmill that I had inherited from a college buddy gave up the ghost. I had free weights and a bench at home and didn’t want to join a gym. So I started jogging and walking around my neighborhood, shopping and running errands on foot. The weather was good and I was enjoying the outdoors. I decided not to get a new exercise machine until I had to.

One warm afternoon after work, I changed out of my good clothes and went to pick up my shirts at the cleaners. It was a hilly walk on a busy thoroughfare, two miles round trip. When I got there I was startled at just how many shirts there were. I was going to get a good workout today. I paid the bill, hooked my finger into the stack of hangers, and began trudging home.

I had walked maybe half a mile, my shoulders and back protesting their burden, when I sensed a car slow down behind me. A battered Suzuki Samurai pulled to the curb.

“Need a ride?”

It was Greg, dressed in dark gym shorts and a blue wife beater, his shoulders golden and muscular, leaning toward me and smiling in his dazzling way. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand. Next to his relaxed masculinity I felt hot and stupid.

“Well, if it’s not too much trouble…”

Greg flipped the door handle and I clambered in.

“I was just coming from my bank,” he said, gesturing behind us, “and said to myself, hey, I know that guy. Car trouble?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t tell him I’d been power walking with a bunch of starched shirts.

“I hear you, man. It’s costing me an arm and a leg to keep this baby running. Where to?”

I gave him directions, eyeing him covertly. My recent jaunt wasn’t the only reason I was sweating. I thought about what it would be like to put my hand on this college boy’s knee, let it wander up his sturdy thigh and into his shorts. I could bet he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Good thing the pile of shirts was in my lap so Greg couldn’t see the results of my fantasizing.

Greg worked the gearshift, arm muscles rippling with every motion. I was nervous as a cat, but determined to see what I could make of this stroke of luck.

“Am I taking you out of your way? By the way, I’m Steve.”

He shook my hand, sending a jolt like electricity through me. “No problem, Steve. I’m not in a hurry.”

We pulled up to my apartment. I said as casually as I could, “Thanks a lot. Can I at least offer you a drink for your trouble?”

Greg thought a moment, then nodded. “No coffee, though. I smell it in my sleep.”

I was elated. “How about a beer? I’ve got some cold ones in the fridge.”

“Sounds good.”

We sat in my living room holding Bud Lights, Greg on the couch, me in a chair. We made small talk about the university, compared notes about our experiences. The beer was giving me a pleasant buzz and I suspected he felt the same. There was a lull in the conversation. I looked into his brown eyes and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“You work out, right?” I said.

“Yep. I do some. My band, we play a lot with our shirts off. Got to look good.”

“I’d love to know how you get those arms. They look great.” I hadn’t said anything overt yet-just guy stuff.

“Well, drumming helps, but I’ve also got a routine I do with free weights. I could show you, if you’ve got any here.”

“As a matter of fact I do in the guest bedroom.” As I got up, I thought I saw Greg’s eyes drop for an instant to my crotch, but maybe it was the beer. “Come on back.”

In the spare bedroom I handed him the barbells as he sat on the workout bench and demonstrated various curls and lifts. I spotted him when he needed it, staying close, feeling the heat rise from his body, breathing in the scent of his clean sweat.

He finally stopped and put the weights down, panting. “So that’s about it.”

Watching him work out had made me fully hard. The bulge in his flimsy shorts seemed larger, too. I went for broke.

“Those are really good,” I said. blog shemale “No wonder you look like this.” I was kneeling on the floor next to him. I reached out and grasped one sinewy forearm, gently squeezing it, not daring to look him in the eye.

Silence. Nothing happened. I finally got the nerve to look up. The smile I liked so much was on his face. I stroked his skin with my thumb. “Is this all right?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said. “You like my arms, huh?”

I stood, put my hands on his bare shoulders and pushed him back on the bench so I could straddle it facing him.

“The rest of you isn’t bad either,” I said, running my hands under his tank top and pulling it up, exposing his smooth, hard chest and stomach. I leaned down and tongued one pink nipple. He moaned softly and ran a hand through my hair.

I grasped the waistband of his shorts. He raised himself to let me pull them down his legs. His cock sprang up, fluid leaking from its dark head. I had it in my mouth almost before I’d seen it, lowering my head into his warm musky crotch, grasping his hips to steady myself as I slid up and down on the hard, veined shaft.

After a few moments I raised my head and looked once more into his liquid eyes. His hand clamped on the back of my head and propelled my face toward his. Our lips and tongues met and tangled in a long kiss. We broke apart, gasping.

“Fucking nice,” I said.

He chuckled. “What can I say, I’m a nice guy.”

“Are you ever. Want to go to my bedroom?”

He shook his head.

“Why not?” I asked, puzzled.

Greg hesitated. “Well-I’ve always had this fantasy about doing it in a gym. Working out just gets me so hot. This isn’t exactly a gym, but-“

“It’s close enough,” I said, squeezing his cock. “Let’s get naked.”

In a flash my clothes were on the floor. Greg’s eyes widened at the sight of my jutting cock. It didn’t take long for him to peel off what little he had on. He reached out, grabbed my butt and guided my pole to his mouth. I closed my eyes and let pleasure wash over me, running my hands over his forearms, tickling his nipples and hearing him moan in appreciation.

He let me go and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Sure. Just give me a second.” I went to the bathroom and got a box of condoms and lube out of the medicine cabinet. When I got back Greg was lying on his back, his arms over his head, his hands grasping the top of the bench. He grinned and raised his legs, the ridges of his stomach leaping into view as he contracted his abdominals, the puckered hole between his cheeks exposed and vulnerable, ready for the taking. My hands were shaking so I could hardly get the rubber on, but at last I was ready.

I took a fingerful of lube and squatted in front of him, watching his face as I found his hole and greased it. He gasped at my touch, his eyelids fluttering. I stood, put my cock against his asshole and took hold of his calves. One push of my hips and the sheathed head disappeared inside. Greg’s head fell back, his eyes closed and a long “aaaah” sound welled up from his chest.

“You okay?”

“Fucking fantastic. Oh man, give me all of it.”

“You got it,” I said through gritted teeth as I hit bottom, my balls pressed against his steely cheeks. I pulled back out, then rocked my pelvis in a quick thrust. He grunted in satisfaction as I slammed into him.

“Do it, buddy. Fuck me.”

As I plowed Greg’s ass, my eyes took in the visuals: my rod sliding in and out of his tight hole, his chiseled abs and chest, his face contorted with lust, and best of all, his arms raised above his head, muscle and sinew rippling underneath smooth skin.

I let go of one leg and took hold of his cock, jacking him off as I continued to fuck him. He took over after a while. Our motions became frenzied.

“Getting close man. Can you cum with me?”

“Mm hmm,” I muttered as I drilled his hole even faster and bent forward toward his face. On the narrow bench I didn’t have much leverage, but Greg knew what I wanted. He raised his head and our mouths opened for each other. I cradled his shoulders as we kissed again.

Greg broke away. “Ah yeah, going to shoot.” I rose in time to see the white jets explode from his cock and spatter over his heaving stomach muscles.

“Shit,” I gasped, screwing my eyes shut as I sent my seed blasting into the rubber in his ass. For the next few moments no coherent sounds came from either of us, only wordless shouts and gasps.

Finally my breathing slowed and I opened my eyes. Greg’s head was back down on the bench, his eyes closed. I pulled out of him gently and got a towel from the bathroom, peeling off and throwing the condom in the toilet. I went back in and wiped the cum off of him. When I was done, Greg sat up and put his arms around me. I kissed his decorated earlobe. We stayed in an exhausted embrace, sticky with sweat.

After a while he stirred against my shoulder. “You know,” he said, “I never thought I’d meet such a hot guy at the coffeehouse.”

“That reminds me. I think I’m going to change my regular drink. From now on you’re making me mochas with whipped cream.”

Greg looked up. “Why?”

I replied, deadpan, “I like watching you squirt white sticky stuff.”

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An Unusual Family Ch. 05

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Note: As I’ve submitted each chapter of my story, I have wrestled with the decision whether to submit it under the Lesbian Sex category or the Incest/Taboo category. Some chapters contain little or no sex between Mary-Jane and her mom and Lisa and her mom haven’t even had sex yet, so, for those chapters, I used the Lesbian Sex category. Literotica gives you only one choice. That’s not a complaint, just a fact.

However, I received some feedback recently, where someone was offended that I used the wrong category. And, I mean, really offended. Not really sure what the big deal is. Incest or no, the story contains only sex between women. I could understand it more, I think, if a story in the Lesbian Sex category contained all kinds of sex with men. But maybe, being as dumb as I am, I am missing something.

So, in the hopes of not offending anyone else, starting with this one, all future chapters of ‘An Unusual Family’ will all be posted under the Incest/Taboo category. Some future chapters contain no or little incest at all, so, perhaps, I’ll be taken to task by those incest lovers who think I’ve sullied their category by not providing enough incest.

However, now that we are well into the story, about these 4 women and their lives together, and incest is definitely practiced in their home, probably all future chapters belong in Incest/Taboo anyway, even if no actual incest takes place in any individual chapter.

I hope, perhaps, you can understand, though maybe not, why I had trouble picking a category for any particular chapter.

A sincere apology to those those of whom I’ve offended/annoyed/out-right pissed off, by maybe selecting the wrong category.

And, another note: Chapter 4, which as I type this, just got posted in the category Lesbian Sex, was submitted before I received the feedback alerting me to my goof.

All that said, I do hope some of you, at least, enjoy Chapter 5.

As some of you may recall, the women have just received the news that Jackie’s husband Pete is dead.

**********

Even though she had never met Jackie’s husband, Pete, Bobbie was a little taken aback by the news he was dead. It took her a moment to wrap her mind around the fact. A million questions were swirling in her mind, but she realized, at this point, Jackie couldn’t answer them.

Faintly, the sound of clinking dishes reached Bobbie’s ear. She knew the girls were on their way out to the pool, pushing the little cart, covered with their breakfast. She shook her head and called out to them.

“Mary-Jane! You and Lisa stay in the house for a while. We need some privacy out here. I’ll call you when it’s OK to come out. Go ahead and have your breakfast.”

Lisa and Mary-Jane stopped in their tracks. ‘What do you suppose that is all about?’ they asked each other.

Mary-Jane laughed. “If ours was a regular household, I’d say that our moms want to have some sex out there. But in our special family that doesn’t matter because we all have sex together! So it must be something else. They’ll tell us soon, I’m sure. Let’s take this back to the kitchen and eat. I’m starving, Lisa. You and your pussy really gave me a work-out this morning.”

The girls did not take offense to not being wanted, at this particular moment in time. They simply shrugged and kissed and took the breakfast cart back to the kitchen. Mary-Jane never questioned her mother and she realized that if she didn’t want them outside, that she had a good reason. And she knew that they would be told everything, when her mom was ready to tell them.

Outside, Bobbie wasn’t having much luck getting any more words out of Jackie. She put her hand over her new lover’s chest and could feel her heart beating furiously. She was worried. But, even though she was very pale, Jackie seemed in no immediate danger of passing out or anything so she looked at Jackie’s phone that she had taken from her, took a long breath and pushed the right button to re-dial the last number that had been called.

She finally got Detective Hopkins and when he came on the phone, to simplify matters, she identified herself as Jackie Warren’s sister. She said her sister was in shock, she couldn’t get anything out of her and could Detective Hopkins please tell her what the hell was going on.

“There’s been an accident.” he told her. “At least, right now, it looks like an accident. Pete Warren drove his truck last night right into a metal light pole. We think he’d been drinking. There is a lot to investigate, but as a result, Mrs. Warren’s husband was thrown right through the windshield, out onto the pavement. He must have been going very fast and I guess he figured the seat-belt law didn’t apply to him. Then, would you believe it? As his body lay there, he was run over by a semi, a Kenworth. The driver is very shook up. As a result of all this, Pete Warren is very, very dead. I’m really sorry to have to tell you this. My condolences to your sister and tell her I hope she’s OK.”

Bobbie was a little numb at this news amsterdam shemale herself, despite never having met Pete. And she certainly did not like anything she had heard about him. But she was still Bobbie. Her voice got very cold.

“Detective, don’t you think such news should have been delivered to my sister in a more sympathetic manner than over the phone? Is it official police policy in this town to just phone women up and tell them their husband is dead? I’ll tend to my sister, you needn’t concern yourself. Your concern has been so wonderful up ’til now that I’m not sure she can handle any more of your concern.

“But, just for the record, detective, my sister and Pete were going to get a divorce. She had a restraining order against him that should be on file with you people. Yes, of course, she is still upset. But I think she’ll be fine. I’ll give you my home number here and my cell number also because, of course, she will stay here with me for a while. I’m sure you’ll need her for things and there’ll be formalities she’ll have to do. Call anytime, when you need us. But, ask for me detective, Roberta, no matter who answers the phone. Understand? Remember, do not call my sister’s number again. Only mine. And only ask for me if I’m not the one to answer. Are you listening to me, detective?”

“There’s a little matter of identifying the body, ma’am,” detective Hopkins said. “When do you think your sister will feel up to that? You could bring her down and be with her.”

“I’m sure that’s possible, detective. Perhaps tomorrow morning? I’m sure when I get some warm tea into my sister or maybe a drink and talk with her she’ll be OK. I’ll get back to you about a time.”

With that, Bobbie disconnected the call. She saw that Jackie had recovered, somewhat.

“Is it true, Bobbie? I can’t believe it. Is it true? Is Pete dead? Or am I dreaming?”

Bobbie hugged her. “No, sweetheart, you are not dreaming. Pete is gone. He crashed his truck, was lying on the road and if he was alive then, which, I take it, the cops are still debating, he wasn’t much longer because he then was run over by a trucker. I feel sorry for the Kenworth driver and I’d like to buy him a drink. I hope he can get the slime off his tires. I’ll pay to clean them for him. Maybe I’ll go to hell for saying it, and I sure hope you don’t hate me for saying it, but Pete, along with the light pole and the Kenworth, have done us a huge favor.” She hugged Jackie tighter.

Jackie buried her head on Bobbie’s breasts. She thought she should cry for Pete but, after all the tears Pete had caused her to spill over the years, now, the tears just wouldn’t come. She was ashamed of it, but all she felt was relief.

She knew Bobbie was exactly right about Pete’s death really being a favor to the women. Over the course of the morning, she and Bobbie had been planning their new life together. Despite Bobbie’s reassurances, Jackie knew Pete would always have been a problem, an obstacle to their happiness. He would have contested any divorce, made it as long and dirty as he could. Leaving her with nothing if he could arrange it. Despite the fact that their daughter was 18, legally an adult, just for spite, Pete probably would have tried to prove to the court that Jackie was an unfit mother. Glumly, Jackie realized that her current life-style, only one day old, but she certainly planned for it to continue, living with a woman and her daughter that practiced incest, would probably would be frowned on by the court and she certainly wouldn’t have wanted it to become public.

Not that anyone knew, of course. But Pete could have hired a PI or something, she supposed, and there were always ways of finding things out. Gossip in a small town always spread like wild-fire.

With great effort, she almost, but not quite, managed a smile. She knew she had a tough few days ahead, for sure and she certainly wasn’t looking forward to telling Lisa about this, but Pete had finally done something nice for her. He’d conveniently been killed and that cleared the decks for Jackie’s new life with the incredible woman that was currently holding her, comforting her, snuggling her close to her breasts. Jackie was ashamed of her thoughts along these lines but she buried her head deeper in Bobbie’s bosom.

Then, she raised her head to look at Bobbie. “Kiss me, please, Bobbie. Hold me tight. Promise me you’ll never let me go!”

Bobbie didn’t have to say a word.

The two women’s eyes locked with love and then their lips met. The kiss they shared at that moment, while not sexual, was maybe the sweetest, most intimate kiss they’d had yet.

**********

It was now a month later. In a lot of ways it had been a very tough 30 days.

But the women had faced it together, leaning on each other, depending on one another. Lisa was probably the most affected. Pete was her dad, even if he had never given his daughter much attention or love. He just wasn’t that type of guy. Jackie, not able to cry for Pete, still felt guilty rotterdam shemale somewhat, although, when questioned by Bobbie, she had a hard time explaining what she felt guilty about.

Bobbie had hated Pete with a white-hot hate, despite the fact she had never met him, simply because he had mistreated Jackie. The outline of her life with Pete, that Jackie had related to her, through a veil of tears, on the first night of their togetherness, had been enough for Bobbie.

Her very logical argument, which she pointed out to Jackie as sympathetically as she could, was that it wouldn’t have possibly mattered whether she had been having cums in Bobbie’s bed, which is where she had been, or sitting at home, alone, waiting for Pete to come home from some other woman’s bed. Pete would have ended up just as dead.

Probably the worst moment, except for possibly the identifying of Pete’s body, was the first morning the women had learned of Pete’s accident, when, instead of having a loving family-type breakfast as planned, Jackie, with Bobbie by her side, had to go in the house and tell her daughter that her daddy was dead.

It certainly wasn’t the most pleasant moment in the history of the world but with Bobbie holding Jackie closely and Mary-Jane’s arms tight around Lisa, the four women had gotten through it, together. The key word, of course, being, together. Lisa had shed some tears, lovingly kissed away by Mary-Jane. MJ loved her own father, but she knew Lisa’s sperm donor of a dad had never really been a father to her. Mary-Jane loved Lisa and she knew when the love of her young life was hurting.

Jackie kept trying to feel something but had no tears for Pete. Bobbie, who would have gladly driven the Kenworth over Pete herself, if only she knew how to shift a 13-speed, just kept silent for the most part and let everyone digest the information.

Her main thought was that, Pete, could never, ever bother Jackie or Lisa or this newly-formed, loving, little family. The one cloud on the horizon of their happiness had been removed. So, they’d made it through a few bad days, what with all that comes with a death. Such as, the quick, inexpensive funeral and cremation. When the funeral home director asked Bobbie and Jackie when they were picking up Pete’s ashes, Bobbie answered first.

“To hell with that. Flush them down the toilet!”

Jackie had spoken up and given the number of Pete’s sister and suggested that she be called and see if she wanted the ashes. Jackie did not want them, that was for sure, and she rarely disagreed with any of Bobbie’s decisions, but, this time, something inside her told her they should go somewhere besides down the toilet. Despite all Pete’s cruelty to her, she couldn’t bring herself to hate Pete as much as Bobbie did. It just wasn’t in her nature.

To observe protocol, Bobbie had refrained from throwing a party to celebrate Pete’s, to her, very-much-welcomed exit from the world. She stood by Jackie’s side all through all the, in her opinion, crap that Jackie had to do to satisfy society and Pete’s sister. After the last day of this shit, they thought at least, concerning Pete, Bobbie and Jackie had lain in bed, hugging each other and Bobbie tenderly kissed the woman she loved more than anything in the world, except Mary-Jane.

“Sweetheart, now that all that shit is over, I hope the news I have will sound wonderful to you. I’ve got a justice of the peace coming over here tomorrow. We are going to stand by the pool, where we had our first kiss, our first sex, and get married. You are going to be my wife and I am going to be yours. And I talked to this woman. She says Lisa and Mary-Jane can stand beside us and get married also. The girls and I and my lawyer, Jeanette, have done all the work and got the licenses and such. What do you think of that, my love?”

Jackie had never been so happy in all her 34 years. She’d always known they had loved her, but she’d had religious, stern and unforgiving parents who were devoted to some Bible-spouting preacher’s dogma that had over-ridden their good sense and love for their daughter. That is what had resulted in almost 19 years of Jackie’s nightmare marriage to the now dead Pete. Jackie was determined that would never happen to Lisa. If Lisa wanted to marry Mary-Jane, Jackie’s attitude was, ‘let the kids go for it.’ Let the young girls have their happiness. If, Jackie thought, as the years went by, they grew apart and maybe, as they grew up a little older, they met other girls they loved, or even, who knew, a guy, well, with her help and Bobbie’s, their girls could deal with anything. Hadn’t they already?

So, one beautiful Saturday afternoon, Bobbie and Jackie along with their daughters, Lisa and Mary-Jane, stood holding hands by the pool. Josephine Smith, justice-of-the-peace for the county, who just happened to be a lesbian herself, read off some legal mumbo-jumbo. The happy women, one at a time, recited some sentimental words they had written to the one they loved. They exchanged some blog shemale rings they had purchased and then Ms. Smith pronounced the two couples, wife and wife.

The Montgomery/Warren part of the ceremony, – no one knew really, what to call themselves after this – were wearing only bikinis and when justice Smith pronounced them all married they all dived in the pool and had group hugs and kisses. They invited Ms. Smith to join them and with all the sexy girlie flesh on display, she felt her panties creaming and she really wanted to, but Ms. Smith reluctantly declined. She had some other stuffy function to preside over and as lovely as the thought of joining this happy group for fun and games was, she properly thought that their first love session after their weddings should be a private affair.

So, the newly married couples told Josephine that she was welcome anytime, no matter which combination of members of this family were home and watched her leave. That was the signal for all the bikinis to be removed. Once again the surface of the pool was dotted with floating bikini pieces and I have to tell you all, I’m willing to bet that none of you have been to a wedding reception like the one that took place around the pool that afternoon.

For a time, the four women just frolicked naked in the pool, talking, laughing and just generally goofing around. Bobbie had placed an ice-bucket with a bottle of champagne and some glasses beside the pool so, periodically, the women all took a sip and toasted to their happiness and future. There were lots of hugs and kisses and when they were all so horny they were about to burst, they emerged from the pool and right there on chaise lounge chair cushions tossed on the pool-side, they had a sexual free-for-all.

The newly married couples consummated their love first. Bobbie went down on Jackie and used her lips and tongue on her new wife’s pussy exactly the way she knew drove Jackie up Pleasure Mountain, to that sweet spot on the peak, over-looking paradise, where her love was flowing copiously from her pussy and filling Bobbie’s greedy, sucking mouth.

Beside them, Mary-Jane pleasured her new wife also. Lisa, always a loud cummer, filled the air around the pool with her squeals, shrieks and whines. Lisa came so hard, jerked around so furiously, that she rolled both her and Mary-Jane off the soft mattress onto the hard patio stones surrounding the pool.

Then it was time to switch everything up and Lisa’s head bee-lined for MJ’s hot box.

Bobbie stretched her gorgeous form out on the cushions and her new wife proceeded to go down on her for the very first time. She’d been saving it for a loving wedding gift to her beloved Bobbie. They’d been together for a while now but, since the first, being new to all this, Jackie had been very tentative and shy about trying to go down on her. Embarrassed, because she really wasn’t sure what to do or whether she could make her girlfriend feel the pleasure Bobbie made her feel. Terrified, because she had no idea if she would even enjoy it.

Bobbie loved Jackie so much that she hadn’t pushed her. Wisely, she knew Jackie would get around to her pussy in good time and she could wait. It wasn’t as if she was doing without. Jackie masturbated her to cums often and usually when she was giving her girlfriend a good pussy-licking, her hands were busy at her own twat, giving herself thrills. And sometimes Mary-Jane, or Lisa, or the two girls together, kept Bobbie’s hot pussy plenty happy.

So Bobbie had felt she could wait for Jackie and, today, to her heartfelt joy, the waiting was over. Let me tell you all, the love that she felt at this special moment when her new wife went down on her for the first time, was indescribable. Bobbie realized that her new wife must have planned this specially for their special day. She hugged Jackie’s head to her cunt and cried her name, over and over, telling her how much she loved her.

Far from needing to be embarrassed, Jackie did a wonderful, bang-up job with her first pussy-licking and gave her new wife one incredible cum. And she didn’t stop there. Once Bobbie had exploded in one massive, spine-tingling climax, she kept right on licking and sucking some more and sailed Bobbie straight into another massive orgasm even sweeter than the first. Jackie had been really nervous, never having gone down on a woman before, that she might not even like licking pussy, and she was right. She didn’t like it. She damn well loved it.

There was another wonderful moment that afternoon. That happened when Bobbie and Mary-Jane were locked in a beautiful 69, mother and daughter, loving and licking the super hot, wet pussy of the other. Jackie and Lisa, kissing and observing, could clearly hear the slurping, sucking noises as thrills ripped through the bodies of their eager wives as they loved each other. Generous amounts of sticky pussy-cream being sucked into thirsty, busy mouths.

Jackie and Lisa had kissed before, sexual-type kisses and they did so now, but their mother-daughter love had never gone any further. That is, ’til now. Watching their new wives fucking each other had both of them so hot that the blistering heat of the afternoon sun shining down on their naked bodies seemed cool by comparison.

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An Unexpected Weekend Ch. 02

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Sorry for the long wait, folks. Sometimes life just gets in the way. Many thanks to everyone who read, voted, and commented, both positive and negative; they all help my creative process and my growth as a writer of erotica. Please remember to vote and comment, and I hope you all enjoy the second chapter. – P51xAce

A cool morning breeze greeted David as he stood outside to watch the Sun rise. He was standing on the balcony that led from his parents’ bed room and overlooked the family’s large back yard and pool. The back yard itself stood at the edge of a hill side. This balcony had served as David’s fortress of solitude for many years whenever he needed to clear his mind.

He was still trying to wrap his head around what he’d just experienced the previous night with his sisters, Maggie and Molly. He had made love to them both. No, not made love. What they had done was fucking: the type of hardcore, sweaty, unadulterated sex that only occurred in porn. Together, the Carmichael siblings had given each other mind blowing orgasms throughout the night, culminating in David filling his sister Molly’s bowels with a huge load of cum.

After they had come down from their post-orgasmic bliss, sometime around 4:30 AM, Maggie and Molly retired upstairs to go to sleep while David had held back to get some water. When he reached his bed room about ten minutes later, he discovered his sisters both asleep in his bed. He’d chosen not to wake them and instead headed for the shower.

Standing under the warm waters the reality of what had transpired finally hit David like a bolt of lightning. He didn’t know how to feel. He was confused. For months Molly, the younger of his two sisters and David’s Irish-twin, had acted as if she hated him, but last night she had ridden his cock like a woman possessed and sucked his dick clean like a porn star, after it had been in her pussy, Maggie’s pussy, and even her own ass. But what was most odd during their coupling was the fact that she had told him she loved him. What did that mean?

Did he find his sisters attractive? Of course; they were two of the hottest women he knew. Was he ashamed of what he did? Admittedly, he felt some guilt like he had let things go too far. Had he enjoyed himself. You bet your ass he did. But what now? Where do they go with they go from here? These and a million other questions raged in David’s mind as he stood under the cascading waters and by the time he stepped out of the shower nearly thirty minutes later he was no closer to a resolving his dilemma than he had been when he first went in.

And so it was that David found himself on the balcony, overlooking the back yard and hill side beyond. He wore a pair of his most confortable sweatpants and a tank top. A pair of over-the-ear, studio-style headphones blasted music from his iPhone into his ears at the highest setting, drowning out his surroundings. If his mother were home she’d probably be telling him to turn music down. “You’re going to go deaf by the time you’re my age, young man,” she’d often scold. What would she think if she knew he’d spent the night fucking both of his sisters. Good thing she was at his grandparents this weekend.

It was just after 6:00 AM when his music was interrupted by the sound of his ringtone, indicating an incoming phone call. He looked down at his phone’s screen and found his best friend Nick, who he’d ditched after their lacrosse victory the previous evening, staring back at him. David silenced the call and put the music back on.

David was just letting his mind drift back into the music when he jumped, startled by a pair of arms wrapping around him from behind. He instinctively grabbed and tried to twist away, but the grasp grew tighter.

“Whoa there, tiger,” he heard Maggie’s voice say. “It’s just me.”

David felt the arms and realized they belonged to the older of his two sisters. “Oh, Sorry. You just caught me off guard.” He relaxed slightly, but still felt uneasy in her embrace. He kept his arms to his sides and stared straight ahead out over the bluff.

“You still come out her and just stare, huh?” She asked, pressing herself against David’s back. He had to admit her soft, warm body felt nice. When David didn’t respond Maggie continued. “So what happened; we woke up and couldn’t find you. Are you too big to snuggle with your sisters.” David still didn’t respond. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those hit it, quit it and never call again guys, because that doesn’t really work for me and I doubt Molly will like it either,” she playfully chastised as she pulled herself up and planted a soft kiss on the back of his neck. That was more than David could take and he quickly broke free of her grasp and turned to face her.

She was wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of pale-blue, boy-brief panties. He was glad she wasn’t naked, but still this was a lot to handle. He felt his penis twitch.

“What’s with you?” Maggie asked, amsterdam shemale taking a step towards him and reaching for him. David took a step back. “What the hell’s your problem? Why’re you acting weird?” She was looking at him like he had two heads.

“Why am I acting weird?” David responded, “Why am I acting weird? Have you forgotten what we did last night?” David said slightly louder than he’d intended.

“Oh. You’re not freaked out by that are you?” She asked again stepping closer.

“OH. We fuck like a porno and all you can say is oh.” David couldn’t believe she was being this calm and cool about everything. “Dude, we’re brother and sister. You can’t tell me that you don’t feel some kind of way about that.”

Maggie looked at him hard. “No I don’t. I don’t know about you but I did something special last night with someone I love,” she said stepping closer, “someone I consider to be very special.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Someone I maybe – even – kind of fell for.” She leaned in like she was going to kiss him.

“Wait,” he said, pulling back. “fell for. Me? You fell for me?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Here was a gorgeous, 23-year-old woman, a catch by anyone’s standards, telling him she was falling for him and all he could fixate on was the fact that she was his sister.

“Yeah, why not?” she said as if the question was ridiculous. “You’re cute, funny, loyal. I have access to your grades, so I know you’re smart. Not to be superficial, but you’re kind of a hunk, and I already love you and know that you love me. What girls wouldn’t be all over you?”

David was silent for a few minutes. “This is so weird.”

“Look, come here and talk to me.” Maggie steered him to a bench near the balcony’s railing. “I guess it’s easier for me and Molly because we came to terms with our feelings for you weeks ago.”

“What? Molly, too?” David was thoroughly confused. “I thought she hated me. For months now she’s been –”

Maggie cut him off saying “Too ashamed about how she felt about you to be around you.”

David was floored by this revelation. “Wait; how she felt about me. She’s been avoiding and kind of acting like a bitch to me.”

“Dude, you still have a whole hell of a lot to learn about girls.” Maggie smiled. “I’m sure she has been avoiding you, but trust me that girl has it pretty bad for you. She’s been a wreck about it for months. I like to think I helped her work out her shit and come to the conclusion we both reached.”

“This makes no sense, Maggs” David said looking at his feet.

Maggie moved his head by his chin so that their eyes met. “It’s true. We both kind of fell for you: first Molly, then me.” She could tell that by the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe her. “I guess I should start from the beginning. It started a few months back. Molly already felt strange around you and didn’t know what exactly that feeling was. She started hanging out with me and using my own special brand of therapy she discovered her true feelings, then over time as she grew to further accept her feelings I started to see what she saw and, well, I couldn’t really help myself. I fell for you too.” She looked deep into his eyes. “David, I love you and so does she, and what we did last night wasn’t wrong, if you feel the same way.”

David could tell she wanted him to kiss her, but he wasn’t sure if he should. “I don’t know, Maggs. I mean I do love you and Molly and I do find you both sexy as fuck, but I just don’t know about all of this.”

“I understand. Like I said, we’ve had more time than you to resolve our feelings,” Maggie said, slightly disappointed. “Maybe if you talk to Molly it’ll help, but right now I gotta run. I completely forgot that I have to meet Dean Juarez this morning and I have to get ready. I’ll be back later in the afternoon. I hope you’ve worked out what you need to by then.” She kissed his cheek and then got up, leaving him alone on the balcony.

***********

A few minutes after he heard Maggie leave he went down to his bed room. Molly was still lying on his bed. She looked beautiful as she slept, her cute, soft breathing adding to an already angelic look. As he approached the bed she shifted slightly and opened her eyes. “Hey,” she said with a smile when she saw him. “last night was great.” David didn’t look directly at her. “What’s wrong?”

He sat on the edge of the bed. Molly sat up slightly. “We need to talk about what happened,” he said grimly.

“Should I be worried?” Molly asked. “I had a great time last night and, until just now, I thought you did, too.” She was staring at him with concern.

David still wasn’t looking at him. “L-last night was great, Mol, but,” he hesitated.

“What is it?” she asked. “You can say it.”

“It’s just,” he began trying to figure the right words, “you told me you loved me.”

“Yeah,” she said with a slight smile, “I do, now more than ever, I rotterdam shemale think.”

“Ok, but for the last few months I’ve been getting nothing but frost bite from you and now you tell me you love me while we have sex,” David said, finally making eye contact. “I’m sorry, but I’m confused as hell right now.”

“Oh, I see,” Molly said. It was her turn to break eye contact and look down. “Well, I’m telling you I love you now, shouldn’t that be all that matters?”

“C’mon, Mol,” David said, “Just like that? I don’t get it. What the hell happened to make you feel this way and why wait now to show me? And why show me like that instead of just telling me.”

Molly looked up and right into his eyes. David couldn’t tell whether the expression on her face was anger or just annoyance, but it definitely wasn’t an I love you look. “Oh, right, because it would’ve been so easy to walk up to you and say ‘hey, bro, I think I’m in love with you and want to be your girlfriend. Now take my clothes off and fuck me?’ Yeah, you’re right. That would’ve been a real easy conversation to have,” she said sarcastically.

There was a silence in the room. David felt bad. Maybe he had pushed too hard. He spoke first. “When did all of this start?” Molly didn’t look at him. “Mol, please.”

She looked at him, visibly upset, holding back tears. “What does it matter?” She asked angry.

He grabbed her hand. “Just help me understand,” David said softly, trying his best to be comforting. “Mol, please.”

She sighed heavily. “Fine; I’ve felt – something – for a while now. I didn’t know what it was at first. I mean we were always really close, but this was different. It wasn’t like a brother sister feeling. I found myself getting bent out of shape about stuff other girls said about you like how hot you were, or how they wanted to be with you. It drove me crazy. I convinced myself I just didn’t want to hear that type of stuff about my brother, but in reality I think I was jealous.”

She smiled. “Any way, that’s about the time that I really started hanging out with Maggie a lot more. She could sense something was going on with me and finally got me to start talking.”

“When did you start sleeping with her?” David asked. Molly looked at him. “I really doubt last night wasn’t the first time for you two.”

“It was one of her rare clubbing nights. She surprised me with a fake I.D. and took me with her. We ended up getting drunk off our asses and when we got back to her place we started to fool around then she went down on me and the rest if sort of history. From then on we’ve been lovers. It started out simple enough: we’d eat and finger each other. Eventually, she started with the butt play. At first it kind of freaked me out, but I have to say I really do like it now. All the while she was helping me out with my unresolved issues with you and eventually help me see that I had developed a crush – a crush on you.”

Her eyes again met his. “It’s crazy, because I knew what she was saying was true. Even when she and I had sex, I could only think about you. I found myself masturbating more often, and all of my fantasies usually involved you.” David felt himself smile.

Molly saw him and couldn’t help but smile herself. “Anyway that’s when the famous shower incident occurred. I had seen you at lacrosse practice with you shirt off, and don’t ask me why, but that did it for me. I was distracted all through cheer practice and couldn’t wait to get to Maggie’s. Shitty thing was she had stupid teacher meeting late into the evening, so I headed home. When I got there I barely made it into the house before my hand was inside my panties. I actually had a really naughty thought and decided to come in here and play with myself on your bed. By the way, for a teenage guy your room is way too clean. I got myself off real good in here really nice two times and was about to try for a third, but figured that I should cool it and take a shower before anyone got home.

“I went in the bathroom and started the water. Just as I was about to get in the shower the urge hit me again, so I figured one more couldn’t hurt. I was just getting to the good part, when you burst in. I have to tell you if seeing you with your shirt off could get me as hot as I had been earlier, seeing you full frontal had me on fire. I have to say you have a really great body, but that thing between your legs is a work of art.”

“Thanks,” David said blushing. “Most of the girls at school think otherwise though.”

“Yeah,” Molly said, looking at him with a guilty smile, “sorry about that.”

“Wait; you did that?” David asked. Molly could sense the anger in his voice.

“I told you, jealous,” she said as if that was an excuse. “Besides, that bitch was stepping all over my territory.”

“So why’d you freak out on me the way you did in the shower?”

“I’m sorry about that,” she apologized, “you just caught me off guard and I didn’t know what blog shemale to do. Anyway when I left that day I didn’t know where to go. I called Maggie and she told me to go to her place and wait for her. She got there a few hours after me and I was so worked up I jumped her right in her living room. After we finished I told her all about how I’d seen you and how big you were. That must have peaked her interest because she started asking how big you were. I couldn’t tell her; all I knew was that you were pretty big. She started pulling out dildos and asking me to give her a comparison. She came to one that matched your size and started calling it Davy. She spent the rest of the evening fucking me with it. Oh, by the way, you’re substantially bigger than Davy.

“And that has been my secret life for the last few months. A few weeks ago, Maggie came up with this plan to seduce you. Originally we were gonna try and get you over to her place, but when mom told us she was leaving I figured it’d be easier to get you here. And that’s the whole story.

For several moments neither sibling said anything only stared at eachother. “Look I know it’s a lot, but I really do love you. In fact, you’re the only guy I think I ever could really love. Your funny, compassionate, not to mention one of the hottest guys I know. I’ve come to realize that I want to be with you. I adore you and can’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else, except for maybe Maggie.”

There was another pause. “David, please say something.”

“What would you like me to say, Mol?”

“I don’t know. Anything.” Molly was looking at him with pleading eyes. “I figured I just told you how I fantasize about you sexually and why I think you’d make the perfect boyfriend and I –”

Molly was cut off as David pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. She had gone through much of the same mental conflicts that he had. She even fantasized about him as much as he her, or maybe even more seeing as how often Maggie and even their mother entered his. And even though he thought her method of confessing her love for him was a bit much, he couldn’t deny that he felt the same way about her. She was the perfect girl for him. He wanted her, to be with her, and couldn’t let their familial relationship stop them.

When they finally broke, David looked into Molly’s eyes and said, “I love you, too, Mol. I always have.” They kissed again. “What about the guy I saw you talking to after the game?”

“Who, Drew Stansil?” Molly asked. “That douche is always hitting on me, but he’s nowhere near your level.”

“Oh, really?” David said giving her another peck. “So who is on my level?”

“Fishing for complements I see,” she smiled. “No one, but I would say Nick is a distant second.”

“You know he likes your ass, right?” David asked nuzzling her neck.

“Does he, now?” Molly giggled. “What about you?”

“I don’t think he really likes my ass,” they both laughed.

“You know what I mean, jerk,” Molly slapped him playfully.

“I love your ass,” David responded.

“Is it better than that cunt, Sally Tate’s?”

“Miles better.”

“I guess it’s too bad for Nick then, because my ass belongs to you now.”

“So your ass belongs to me, huh?” David said looking down at his sister.

“Uh huh,” Molly said biting her bottom lip, “my pussy, too. They’re both yours whenever you want.”

For the next few minutes David and Molly lay on his bed and made out. On the outside they appeared like any normal teenaged couple, fooling around when no adults were present, rather than two sibling engaging in incestuous bliss.

Five minutes passed by but time had no meaning to David and Molly. Molly was the first to pull free. “I really love this, but I haven’t showered or anything since last night and I really need to freshen up.” She jumped off the bed. He watched her ass in her pink boy-brief shorts as she pranced across the room. When she got to the doorway she looked back over her shoulder. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

David reclined back on his bed and put his hands behind his head. He couldn’t believe his life. Two beautiful girls had just confessed their love to him after having double teamed him the night before. He couldn’t wait to tell Maggie he loved her, too. He was just thinking about joining Molly in the shower when his phone buzzed angrily. It was a text from Nick.

Nick: WTF, kid?! Why’d U ditch me like that?!

David: I didn’t ditch u.

Nick: Fuck u! U’re supposed to be my boy!

David: Stop being dramatic. ‘sides, u had 2 girls. So why U complaining?

Nick: After u left, they got me horny as fuck and then decided that a 3some would be too slutty. We could’ve fucked had u not left. Bitches left me with the bluest of blue balls, yo.

David: Hahaha

Nick: Don’t laugh, bitch! This is ur fault, u pussy!

David didn’t respond. After a few minutes another message came in from Nick.

Nick: What the fuck did u have to do last night that was so important u couldn’t celebrate our victory with the team, and more importantly, me?

David couldn’t tell him what he’d actually gotten into. Nick wouldn’t understand.

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I married the love of my life soon after graduating High School almost twenty years ago. Joseph and I had a wonderful life, until his life was tragically cut short by a fatal motorcycle accident three years ago, Joseph was a great provider, investing our money well and leaving me a sizable fortune when he died at the tender age of 35. I’d never have to work a day for the rest of my life, living the life of luxury, unfortunately alone.

Joseph and I had a fantastic sex life, he was a wonderful lover. We never had children, we just never seemed to have the time for a family. We never considered sex outside our marriage as we were perfect for each other in every way. He was a thoughtful lover, always pleasing me with his sensuous touch, satisfying me with his hungry appetite for sex and great cock. I miss him so much. We were both virgins when we met in High School. He was still the only man I had ever been with, even three years after his death. My vibrator had become my best friend and I was actually thinking about dating again.

I’m a very sexual woman, still in the prime of my life at 38 years old. I don’t claim to be a perfect 10 but I still get plenty of looks from men, especially young men. Most people say I look ten years younger than my actual age, I try. I work out every single day, it helps pass the time and keeps my mind off the loss of my husband.

I’m fairly tall at 5 feet 9 inches and weigh a solid 125 pounds. I’m a natural blond, yes everywhere, and maintain silky smooth skin. I’m one of those older women who can pull off having long hair. I wear it mostly straight, sometimes pulling it back into a pony tail. My eyes are blue and most people think I’m attractive, I’ve actually been nicknamed “Barbie” by my girlfriends. My husband thought my tits were perfect, so I never saw the need to have them enhanced though I would have liked them larger. They’re 36C’s, very firm with small nipples. My nipples are always hard, regardless of temperature or lack of stimulation. My husband loved seeing me not wearing a bra, he loved when other men looked at me.

I like to go bra-less once in a while, just to get the attention of the young guys at the grocery store. It’s nice to see I can still get attention from men, especially the young ones. I have to admit I like how it makes me feel to have men stare at my tits. It’s been a long, lonely three years not having intimacy.

It isn’t that I haven’t had a few chances to date or “hook-up” lately, I’d just feel guilty about it. But, my frustration is getting to me and my vibrator is getting too much use these days.

It was a hot, summer day so I thought I’d pack a bag and go to the beach for the day, all by myself. I did this often, bringing my Kindle along just to read, relax and soak up the sun. I usually wore a fairly conservative bathing suit, always a one piece, I mean I am 38 and don’t want to look ridiculous. For some reason on this day I decided to wear a string bikini, after all, I worked damn hard to keep this body in perfect shape. I had a few bikinis I’d wear around the house, in the backyard, but I never wore one in public.

I chose a little white bikini with very little material, but covering enough of my body as not to feel too self conscious. It was by no means conservative though, my hard nipples were very well defined and very little of my breasts were covered. My bikini bottom was very tiny as well, barely covering my ass.

I packed a bag, including my Kindle, sunscreen, I-Pod, towels and a blanket, just the essentials. It was fairly late by the time I decided to go to the beach, I didn’t actually arrive until almost 2PM. There were a lot of people on the beach but I searched for a section with no kids and few people. I found a nice little spot and set up as far away from other people as possible.

I spread out my blanket and unpacked my bag, looking around to make sure nobody was looking at me as I disrobed, quickly lying down on my blanket wearing only my bikini. I have to admit, I was very nervous wearing so little in public for the first time since my husband’s death.

I guess I was just being paranoid, nobody even glanced my way. I settled in, soaking up the sun as I read. Ah, the sun and the sound of the waves were so relaxing.

I was right in the middle of reading a steamy love story as my mind wandered, the chapter I was reading was very intimate, describing a sexual encounter in detail. I could feel my heart race and my breathing quicken as my chest heaved in excitement.

I took a deep breath, looking away momentarily from my Kindle to notice two very young men setting up nearby, just a few feet away. Luckily, they couldn’t see my eyes through my dark sunglasses as I intently watched them. They appeared to be college aged men, probably both in their early twenties. Both were tanned, toned and handsome, I couldn’t keep myself from stealing glances their way. They were checking me out as well, exchanging looks, they weren’t being as discrete about it though.

“Wow, bahis firmaları check out the sexy lady,” I overheard one of the men say to his friend. “Damn, nice cougar.”

“Shhh, she’ll hear you, I see her.”

My heart raced even faster as I imagined these two young men taking interest in me, I’m sure I was blushing at the thought. I tried to not think about how turned on I was getting watching these two admire me, they were staring at me as I pretended to be engrossed in my book.

“Damn, I wonder if she’s married,” one of the men said to the other.

“I don’t think she’s with anyone. She’s the hottest thing on the beach,” said the other. “Nice fucking body!”

I continued to listen closely, getting more excited by the minute. I tried to act as if I couldn’t hear them. One man was lying on his stomach, his tight ass outlined nicely in his suit, the other was lying on his back. He filled out his suit nicely with a big bulge forming at his crotch. Either he was hung like a horse or he was getting an erection, either way, he had my interest. The young man with the bulge kept adjusting his cock as if he were presenting it for my viewing pleasure.

As I said before, I hadn’t had sex in three years so I was definitely ready for at least a little flirting. This seemed like a perfect opportunity, I was breathing hard with excitement. I couldn’t believe these two young studs would show any interest in a woman my age. I glanced toward them and smiled, letting them know I was aware of their presence. I couldn’t keep from glancing at their sexy, young bodies.

The young man lying on his back continued adjusting cock, even tucking his shorts under in such a way I swear I could see the head of his cock poking out.

The man on his stomach smiled back and nudged his friend, whispering something to him.

“Hi there beautiful. Are you all by yourself?” one asked, the man lying on his back.

“Me?” I asked sheepishly.

“Of course you, you’re the most beautiful woman on the beach.”

“Thank you, but your sunglasses must be clouded,” I answered sarcastically.

“I see perfectly clear and love what I’m seeing,” he answered.

“Thank you, yes, I’m all alone. I kind of like what I’m seeing as well.”

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing all alone? I’m sure someone is coming to meet you,” he said.

“No, I’m a widow. I lost my husband three years ago,”

“I’m so sorry, we won’t bother you.”

“You’re no bother. I appreciate the compliment, it’s been a long time,” I said.

“A long time since what?”

“Never mind.”

I was surprised as they both got up and joined me, sitting on my blanket.

“Do you mind if we visit without having to shout at you?”

“I suppose company would be nice,” I answered. “My name is Janice.”

We all three sat on my blanket, talking, laughing and flirting for the next few hours. I couldn’t believe how much fun I was having with these two college guys. I felt like I was a kid again and was very aware of the sexual energy growing as our conversations became more and more sexually oriented. Their eyes were all over me as mine were them, I definitely liked them, they were very nice and very sexy. I found myself initiating the flirting as they were very well mannered.

Their names were Dave and Steve, both college students entering their senior years. They were best friends, both were twenty two years old. I didn’t ask, but was sure both were athletes, each man’s body glistened in the sun, muscles rippling from their young, rugged bodies. I couldn’t keep from checking out Dave’s huge bulge, my attention hadn’t gone unnoticed.

We were all within reaching distance of each other as we all took turns touching each other innocently as we spoke on different topics, a brush of the hand on a knee here, a touch of the shoulder there. The sexual energy was incredible, I was sure they were both as interested in me as I was them. I was really interested in Dave and was wondering if they only operated as a team.

“So, where are your girlfriends?” I asked.

“We’re both single and between relationships at the moment,” answered Dave.

“Too busy for a girlfriend right now with sports and our senior year coming up,” added Steve.

“If I were in college, I’d date either one of you,” I said flirtatiously, taking a real chance of embarrassing myself. “I wish I was younger.”

“Hell, I’d date you now. You’re incredibly beautiful and sexy,” said Dave.

“Hey, that’s my line,” added Steve.

“You’re both just being nice to an old lady,” I said.

“Old? You can’t be more than twenty five,” Dave said.

“Yeah, right. Add thirteen years to that,” I admitted.

“No way, you’d pass for one of our girlfriends,” said Steve. “You’re a hell of a lot sexier than any girl in our school!”

“I wish I was one of your girlfriends. You have no idea what it’s like to be all alone,” I said. “Like I said before, it’s been a long time…..”

Dave moved kaçak iddaa closer, placing his hand on my knee. Steve followed closely, his hand resting on my back. I was beginning to get a little uncomfortable, but turned on. I looked around and noticed we were almost the last ones left on the beach and checked my watch. It was already 7PM and cooling down.

“Somewhere you have to be?” asked Dave. “We don’t want to make you late for anything.”

“No, just wondering what time it is. I have nothing I’d rather be doing right now and surely nobody I’d rather be with…”

“We’d love to keep you company for a while,” Dave said as his hand moved to my thigh. “You’re so beautiful and sweet.”

I could feel my excitement grow as my breath quickened again, unable to contain my level of arousal. My chest was heaving as they both stared at my breasts. I noticed Dave’s bulge growing as his hand continued sliding up my thigh.

“Are we making you nervous? Say the word, and we’ll leave you alone. I think I can speak for both of us in saying that we’d love to spend some time with you,” Dave said as he leaned in to kiss me.

I met his lips with mine, feeling his hot breath as his tongue slightly grazed my lips. I kissed him back, feeling his sexual energy as our kiss became passionate. Damn, this kid could kiss. Our tongues met each others, as I felt Steve’s hand slide onto my breast.

I broke from his kiss, afraid of taking things too far in public. Both men were now caressing me, Dave’s fingers tracing over my pussy and Steve’s massaging my breast. I had to break this up.

“Guys, I’m not sure about this. It’s been a long time,” I panted.

“We have a place just a short walk from here,” Steve said.

“Let’s go,” I said before I had a chance to think about it. “You two play nice though.”

We quickly packed up and scurried down the beach together, the few people left on the beach were staring at us. Maybe I was just being paranoid again.

“You can follow us in your car or we’ll bring you back to your car if you like,”Dave said, as we reached the parking lot.

“I’ll follow you,” I said.

I got into my car and waited for Dave and Steve to lead the way. I almost chickened out and went home but followed them for just a few minutes to their place. They had a nice little place rented on the beach, just a minute or so from where we met. I couldn’t make up my mind if I was doing the right thing or not.

I pulled into the driveway behind them and sat for a moment, debating whether or not to go through with this as they approached my car door. I opened the door and stepped out as Dave met me with an embrace.

This kiss was even more passionate than the first, Steve moved in behind me, kissing my neck as his hands cupped my breasts, his fingers circling my nipples.

“Let’s go inside boys,” I said, actually panting.

I noticed both men were sporting growing erections as we walked into their small beach house. As the door closed behind us, Dave kissed me again, his hands now on my ass. I reached toward his growing bulge, outlining his big cock with my palm. I reached for Steve with my other hand, feeling for his erection as well. They were both already hard and ready for action.

Steve then took my face into his hands as he kissed me passionately, Dave untied my bikini top, removed it and exposed my tits, his lips were on my nipple instantly, licking and sucking it as he squeezed my other tit hungrily now.

As Dave sucked and caressed my tits and Steve continued his passionate embrace, I reached into Dave’s shorts, grasping his throbbing erection. Fuck, he had a big cock, it must have been the size of a cucumber, I could actually feel the large veins in his cock as it jerked in response to my touch. It was a huge, throbbing young cock.

Without warning, I dropped to my knees, hungry to suck his it. Both men stood in front of me as I yanked both of their suits down, exposing two beautiful, stiff cocks standing at attention. Dave’s cock was much larger than Steve’s, it must have been ten inches long, but Steve’s was just as impressive. His cock was at least seven inches long and fat, already seeping with excitement.

I traced the head of Dave’s cock with my tongue as I grasped Steve’s cock with my hand, firmly stroking him as I plunged onto Dave’s. I could hardly fit his huge shaft into my mouth, stretching my lips around it as I devoured it. I had one hand under Dave’s balls, the other stroking Steve’s cock, smearing his moisture with my thumb over the head.

I released Dave’s cock as it literally popped from my mouth. I eagerly went for Steve, plunging down on his cock, driving it into my mouth hungrily until the head was in my throat. I gagged but held my ground, milking him as my nose pushed into his pubic hair. I could taste his salty discharge, longing for his seed.

“Fuck, I’ll cum too fast,” Steve said as I buried his cock in my throat, using the muscles in my throat to milk the head of his cock. I continued kaçak bahis stroking Dave as he sucked my tits. Dave removed my bikini bottom as his mouth released my breast. Then I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He was lying on his back, his tongue tracing my labia as I continued my assault on Steve’s cock, sensing his building orgasm.

Dave’s tongue entered me, darting in and out as I felt my first orgasm build. I had to pause from sucking Steve’s cock in fear of biting him as I started to cum. My hands reached for his head, driving him deep inside me as I shook, quivering, letting myself go as I came hard on his face. Dave licked and sucked my pussy until I finished cumming, relaxing again enough to inhale Steve’s cock.

“Let’s go to the couch,” Dave said.

I stood and moved toward the couch.

“Lie down on the couch Steve,” I said.

He did so quickly, his cock bouncing as I leaned over and took him into my mouth again. Dave’s hands were now gripping my hips as I felt him position his huge cock at the entrance to my pussy. He slipped the head into me without warning, stretching me as I arched.

“Ahhhh, fuckkkk,” I grunted, my mouth releasing Steve’s cock again.

“You’re so fucking big, ahhhh,” I moaned as he slid into me. “Feels so fucking good.”

Luckily my pussy was already wet. His cock felt so big, so good, so fucking hot as it slid into me. I could feel him throb and twitch as my muscles contracted around his huge shaft. I felt like he was squeezing it into me, my pussy tightly gripping his girth, strangling his shaft.

“Ah, you’re so fucking tight. Fuck, your pussy is so hot,”Dave grunted as he pushed further into me. “Your pussy is like a virgin’s!”

I had all of him in me and could concentrate on Steve, kind of… I wanted to taste his cum, it had been years and I yearned for the salty, milky taste of a man. I plunged onto his cock, grasping his balls as I milked him. I slid up and down his shaft, fondling his balls as I plunged his cock into my throat. His cock was coated with my saliva and fluid of his own, his salty discharge just kept oozing from his cock.

“Oh Fuck, I’m gonna cum already,”moaned Steve as his fingers tangled in my hair, forcing me to take all of his cock.

I felt his cock swell as he pushed my head down. His cum building and exploding up his swollen shaft, splashing my throat with his hot, sticky milk. I swallowed greedily as his cock swelled again, shooting a forceful eruption into my throat, gagging me as I hungrily gulped. I was hungry for more, stuffing the head of his cock deeper, contracting my throat muscles around it, begging for another load as he awarded my efforts with more.

Steve complied, his cock swelled, jerked and exploded again, splashing his gooey, hot milk against the back of my throat. He tasted so good, so salty and creamy. I had missed this so much, needed this. His creamy cum coated my mouth and throat, oozing from the corners of my mouth. This guy came so much!

Dave was excited by witnessing Steve’s eruption into my mouth as he pounded me from behind, his big balls slapping my pussy as I shuddered in orgasm. I’m not sure if Dave or Steve made me cum, but I lost control, releasing Steve’s cock as it fell from my mouth, still swelling and shooting cum onto my face, oozing over my chin and neck, slithering down my my chest.

“Oh my God!!!! I’m cummminnngggg!! I screamed as Dave slammed me with his massive cock, cum continued splashing my face from Steve’s cock as I stroked him. Dave gripped me tightly, readying himself for his eruption as his cock swelled. I milked the remaining semen from Steve’s shaft as Dave’s cock swelled and jerked violently. His cock was exploding, splashing into my pussy!

“I’m fucking cumming!” Dave grunted and growled as he ground his huge cock into me.

His huge shaft swelled inside me, his cock almost tearing me as it jerked and splashed my cunt with a giant load of semen. Dave pushed so hard, hitting something deep inside me, a place nobody had ever touched, sending me into an earth shaking orgasm. I almost blacked out, I saw spots as he held me tight. I collapsed onto Steve as Dave unloaded into me, pounding me with his huge mast. His ejaculations were so forceful I could feel his cum explode inside me. The inside of my thighs were slick with his hot, sticky cum as he continued pumping me full, his semen oozing out as he pumped in and out.

“Fuck,” Dave grunted as his pace slowed.

He pushed forward a few more times, almost jerking into me as his eruption ceased. I moved forward as his cock popped from my pussy, his cum flowing down my thighs, coating them with our juices. I quickly turned around and grabbed Dave’s still semi erect cock, licking his shaft, milking the last remaining drops of semen from his shaft, sucking hid final offering of spunk from the head of his cock. We all three then collapsed onto the couch, nobody saying a word, all out of breath.

We sat silent for a few minutes until I just had to say something.

“Guys, thank you. I needed that more than you’ll ever know. You were perfect, just fucking perfect.”

“We hope you’ll come back and see us again. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Dave said.

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