Red Sky at Night Ch. 01

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February 14th, 2186 CE

The Citadel

It had been a tough year for Jane Shepard. Hell, it had been four tough years now since the mission on Eden Prime that had kicked off this whole Reaper madness, even if she’d been out cold for just over two of them. And right now she wasn’t sure if what she had done had made that much of a difference in the end. Was she really stopping The Reapers, or merely delaying the inevitable? She’d stopped Sovereign and put The Collectors out of commission, and ever since then she had been searching for any leads she could to keep The Reapers at bay. Liara was now The Shadow Broker, but information was scarce, and The Illusive Man was keeping pretty damn quiet after she flipped him off and took the Normandy for herself. Most of her old crew had gone their separate ways now, though she still had Joker and EDI. And just a few days ago, she’d destroyed a mass relay and killed more than 300,000 batarians. And even then, she wasn’t quite sure if she’d stopped The Reapers at all, or even if she’d somehow played into their hands.

All in all, there wasn’t much for Jane to smile about lately, as she sat sipping on a drink in a quiet bar alone. She wished that Garrus, Tali or even Zaeed hadn’t left so she could at least have somebody to talk to. The last time she’d managed to get anything off her chest to anybody was when she invited Liara aboard the Normandy for a drink, and her azure-skinned lover finally asked her the simple question she was both wanting and dreading to answer for what seemed like years: “how are you?”

Jane managed to crack a small smile as she thought of that last time she’d spent with Liara. She wasn’t quite sure where they stood right now. There had been an almost instant connection between the two of them when she’d found her on Therum, but then Liara had changed so much in the two years since the original Normandy was attacked, and while they’d grown closer again after the whole Shadow Broker debacle, she knew that while Liara loved her there were doubts still present, and she had to admit she had them too. Liara made her feel special and loved in a way only one other person had in Jane’s life, and despite the feelings that were still lingering for that other person, Jane knew that she had to move on and not look back. Liara was her future, but she still had to make sure there was a future to have.

Jane drained the last of the liquor from her glass, unaware that one of the two people she was just thinking about was about to come back into her life far sooner than she was expecting. Giving the bartender a final wave and nod goodbye, Jane switched on her communicator and patched into the Normandy’s bridge. “Y’there, Joker?” she asked casually.

“Roger, Commander,” Joker answered cheerfully. “Just sitting here as usual. I’d have kept myself busy doing some system checks or something, but EDI has sucked any possible reasons for me to do anything here away from me. I think she’s purposefully trying to bore me to tears and make me feel useless.”

“Diagnostics and ship’s functions are my department, Jeff,” EDI synthetic voice responded through both the Normandy bridge and Shepard’s earpiece. “Perhaps you could spend more time doing things I cannot, such as consuming more than your share of the Normandy’s food supplies?”

“Hey, my disease means I have to consume a lot more food than the average human,” Joker defended. “Also, most of the crew have left since we hit the Collector base and Rupert still gets the same amount of supplies every time we port in. I’m just stopping it from going off.”

Shepard cleared her throat loudly into her microphone, albeit with her lips twisted into a smirk.

“Sorry, Commander,” Joker apologized. “How can I help?”

“Just wanted to let you know I’m on my way back to the ship. I’m thinking of leaving The Citadel in about twelve hours, so if you could notify any crew on the station so they can finish up whatever they’re doing and return to the ship, that’d be great.”

“Aye bursa escort aye, Commander.”

“Shepard, wait!” EDI’s voice stated suddenly. “Something has come to my attention that may interest you.”

“Go ahead, EDI.”

“External sensors fixed towards the docking bay have picked up an Alliance officer approaching the ship. Given your recent destruction of the Bahak System and Admiral Hackett’s warnings about a likely forthcoming court martial, I thought you would like it brought to your attention.”

“Thank you, EDI,” Shepard answered. “On my way.”

Jane double-timed to the docking area, wondering who it could be that was looking for her. Surely she wasn’t already being called back to trial so soon? Even so, Admiral Hackett would likely be the first to get hold of her. Turning the final corner, she only made another couple of steps before halting suddenly. The Alliance officer was a Captain, and speaking with one of the Normandy’s ex-Cerberus security personnel in front of the docking clamps. If the shoulder-length brown hair and the way the uniform fit the person wasn’t a dead giveaway to Jane, the voice near-on demanding to let her inside was. Shepard exhaled, steeled herself, and resumed walking towards her ship. The Captain stopped mid-sentence, then turned around with a warm smile on her face. “Hello, honey. Miss me?”

And there she stood, leaving Jane not knowing whether to salute or hug her. Jane’s mother, Captain Hannah Shepard.

“Mom? What are you doing here?”

Jane’s mother frowned at her daughter’s comment. “Well, that’s a fine greeting considering we haven’t seen each other for about three years now. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

“I am, Mom. It’s just…. there’s a lot on my plate lately,” Jane said, followed by a heavy sigh. “I wanted to come and see you, but I wanted to make sure things were dealt with first.”

“A lot on your plate is an understatement,” Hannah said with raised eyebrows. “I heard about those batarians and the relay going up. Admiral Hackett contacted me after it happened. He told me that if I wanted to see my daughter as a proud Alliance Officer still, it’d better be sooner rather than later.”

“So you tracked me down?”

“I was going to,” Hannah said, one side of her mouth twisted into a smirk. “The fact is, you actually found me. The Orizaba was already docked in before you arrived. I’m surprised you didn’t see it out there when you came in. When I heard The Normandy had come in, I just had to take the chance to catch up with my special girl again.”

When her mother smiled at her after that sentence, Jane couldn’t help but return the expression. “I suppose you’ll want the grand tour then?” she asked Hannah almost casually.

“Very much so,” Hannah said. “I’ve always wanted to see the famous Normandy I’d heard so much about. Even if I hadn’t heard it from you.”

Shepard told her security man to stand down and let them through, leading the way into the SR2 Normandy. As promised, she gave her mother the grand tour throughout the ship, introducing her to Joker, Rupert, Kenneth, Gabby and almost everybody else that was still aboard and not still off-ship. Hannah seemed both impressed and critical of the ship, with the latter mostly stemming from what she thought to be a lot of wasted space and inefficient design for a military vessel. The term “cruise ship” often came up in many a conversation. Eventually, Jane finished the tour with her quarters, which immediately elicited an impressed whistle from the elder Shepard.

“Well, well. This is a swanky and spacious den you have yourself here,” Hannah remarked. “I think the fish tank alone is bigger than my quarters on the Orizaba.”

“It seems Cerberus believes in creature comforts as much as practicality,” Shepard responded with a hint of derision. She took a seat at her table. “Not what I would have done, but I can’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“I’d say it would weigh a little more on the bursa escort bayan side of creature comforts,” Hannah said, running an index finger over Jane’s model of the Destiny Ascension. “A place for model ships of all things. A lot of them too.”

“I became a bit of a fanatic,” Jane blushed. “Might as well get some enjoyment out of something when you’re on a suicide mission.”

“Admiral Hackett mentioned that too,” Hannah said, the tone of her voice suddenly less cheery. “Though he was pretty vague about the details. I remember being ecstatic when I heard you were alive again, but when I heard the rumors of you joining Cerberus, I didn’t know how to feel.”

Hannah joined Jane at the table and the younger Shepard looked into her mother’s eyes to gauge her mood. She thought there was going to be anger or at the very least disappointment, but if anything Hannah looked reassuring, and perhaps a bit confused.

“I got your message,” Jane said. “I’m sorry I didn’t send something back through a secure channel like you suggested. I just wanted to see you in-person instead of just sending off an impersonal email. But beyond the odd visit to The Citadel, I’ve been mostly restricted to the Terminus Systems lately.”

“Working for Cerberus?” Hannah asked.

“No,” Jane said with a frown, and she got up from the table. “Not at all. I never worked for them, just with them. I wasn’t part of them, I was just using their resources in what was a very uneasy and temporary alliance. They were the only ones willing to do what was necessary to stop The Collectors from attacking human colonies.”

Jane was pacing back and forth as she spoke, and she filled Hannah in on the main events over the past year. She was happy that her mother was listening without seeming judgmental, and whenever Hannah asked her a question there was no hint of suspicion, doubt or accusation in there. Her mother trusted her, and it felt good to get some of this stuff off her chest to somebody in an Alliance uniform without feeling like she was on trial. After the whole thing, Jane felt drained, yet satisfied.

“No wonder you look so stressed,” Hannah commented. “Good, but stressed.”

“Good nothing,” Jane said, shaking her head. “They say you’re as old as you feel, and if that’s true then I feel close to eighty. If anybody looks good, it’s you, Mom. You’re, what, coming up on fifty?”

“Yep. Just over three months away.”

“Yeah, well you don’t look a day over thirty-five,” Jane said.

Jane may have sounded almost sarcastic, but she wasn’t wrong. Hannah Shepard was 49 years old, but thanks to a healthy military lifestyle and an extended lifespan for humans over recent years, she looked closer to her mid 30’s. Hannah had been born in 2136, and had given birth to Shepard only a month before her 19th birthday. Hannah and Jane’s father had known each other in high school and joined the Alliance Military at the same time, which landed them in the same recruit training group. When Hannah got pregnant she married Shepard, and barely took any time off from her Alliance training while she was expecting. While Jane’s own red hair was inherited from her father, she got her mother’s bright green eyes and most of her facial features. After Jane’s profile grew to near celebrity status after the Skyllian Blitz, if she and Hannah were ever seen together they were more often mistaken for sisters rather than mother and daughter.

That wasn’t the only thing that had changed between the two of them since those events though. A fact Jane was soon to be reminded of. She had been able to push it to the back of her mind during her mother’s visit that day, but it was not to last.

“You just need to relax, honey,” Hannah said. The older Shepard got to her feet and walked over to her daughter, placing her hands upon Jane’s shoulders. “You’ve been through a lot, but you’re strong. You always were, and always will be.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Jane said, a tear coming to her eye. “You listening escort bursa to me made me feel a lot better. I appreciate it. I’m glad you came to visit.”

“Me too, honey,” Hannah soothed, pulling her daughter into a warm embrace. “I’ve missed you so much. It’s been too long.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Jane sighed contentedly, melting into her mother’s comforting hug.

The two Shepard’s stood there in each other’s arms for almost a minute, then gently separated and looked at each other from arm’s length. They smiled as they looked into each other’s eyes, and after a few moments Jane saw the look in her mother’s deep emerald eyes change, and the smile replaced by a slight opening of her lips. The gaze that was once loving warmth from a mother for her daughter shifted to an intense heat more suited to a gaze one lover would give another, and Jane noticed her mother’s cheeks redden and her face growing ever closer.

“No!” Jane said sharply.

Jane raised one hand swiftly to block her mother’s encroaching face, finding Hannah’s bottom lip making brief contact with her fingertips before the elder Shepard stopped. At the same time, Jane had closed her eyes and was shaking her head slightly.

“I thought we’d been over this, Mom,” Jane said sternly. “We can’t do that any more. Not since Elysium and the N7 program. Even before then it was wrong. We were already lucky enough that nobody found out back when I was a nobody, let alone now.”

Jane opened her eyes and stared seriously at her mother sideways. Hannah looked hurt, but a few seconds of Shepard’s stubborn glare was enough to make her shake it off and nod.

“I’m…. I’m sorry, honey,” Hannah said, taking a step backwards. “I wasn’t thinking. I just thought…. I thought you may have needed something right now, with all that’s been happening to you.”

“I have somebody, Mom,” Jane said in a voice that told her mother she was disappointed yet understanding. “Remember, I told you about her.”

“Yes. The asari woman. Liara, isn’t it?” Hannah said. “And where is she right now?”

“She’s…. She’s busy right now. I can’t say more than that.”

“So she’s not even here for you when you need her most?” Hannah answered.

“She has been, when she can be,” Jane said in Liara’s defense. “In fact, she was the only one who had really asked me how I felt after the trip through the Omega Four relay. In a lot of ways, she reminds me of you. She’s strong, determined, wise and beautiful. You two should meet, I think you’d like her.”

“Well then. I hope you bring each other happiness,” Hannah said.

She didn’t sound genuine despite trying to feign it, and Jane noticed this. This was followed by a long, awkward silence between the Shepard’s, broken by Hannah as she backed towards the door. “Well, I should probably get going and check in with my crew. Will you be docked here long?”

“Five or six hours,” Jane answered. “I can make it more if you’d like.”

“Tell you what, in about four hours I’ll be having my lunch aboard the Orizaba. Why don’t you come over about half an hour early and I’ll give you a tour of my ship, and then you can join me?” Hannah suggested.

“Thanks. That would be nice,” Jane said with a smile.

“Alright. See you then.”

Jane Shepard again found herself standing alone in her quarters, and it was like she’d shed one weight on her shoulders for another one. Memories began to flood back, ones she’d tried to keep at bay for years now. Not because they were bad, but because they were good. Very good. But it was because of that she had to repress them, because they were memories of when she and her mother were closer than they ever had been. Closer than they should have ever been.

Shepard let out a sigh and traipsed towards her personal bathroom, activating the cold water tap. She splashed some water on her face, then looked into the mirror at her own reflection. She didn’t look quite as old as she felt after all. In fact, her reflection reminded her of her own mother’s face, all those years ago when it first began. The memories flooded back again, back to when the first boundaries were broken that caused Hannah and Jane Shepard to me more than just mother and daughter.

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Reclaiming Diane

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The story is written in Standard British English, as used in Australia at the time.

*****

We sit together, hand in hand, on a rustic wooden seat in The Fern Glade, known to Hobart’s residents as an idyllic beauty spot. Without saying anything our minds wander back to our glory days of 45 years ago. Surprisingly little has changed in the environment except us. We are now a “Darby and Joan” couple in our 70’s. What little hair I have is white, while Diane’s is a more subtle grey. She retained her slim figure into maturity whereas I express my family’s tendency to put on weight around the middle. That’s okay as otherwise we are healthy in mind, body and spirit.

We watch the occasional jogger, or a young mother with children walk by, giving a nod of acknowledgement or a cheery “hello”. What happened years ago, and not far from this spot, changed our lives for the better.

We have been married for 62 years. Yes, you read correctly, 62 years!! It was a childhood game, but heartfelt all the same, when we were in the same class at Gepps Cross Primary School as 8 year old students. On our way home from school we crossed the major arterial road that defined the edge of the city and entered the wastelands on the urban fringe by skirting around the dreaded Gepps Cross Migrant Hostel. There in the thickets of boxthorn bushes we walked down the aisle, made our vows “until death do us part”, and exchanged plastic Phantom rings. To complete the ceremony we threw wild white daisy petals over each other. It is a marriage that has stood the test of time.

Diane and I are first cousins. Our mothers are monozygous twins, so identical that we children could not tell them apart. Our respective fathers were veterans from the Second World War who came home with a taste for beer, and undiagnosed mental illness. Their lives spiralled out of control as the issues of family responsibility and poverty began to bite. One escape was to drink even more beer, the other was to lose themselves in sexual flings. One avenue that presented itself was wife swapping; boozed husbands and hyper-sexed women and the ready explanation that they didn’t know which woman it was. Thereafter came the daughters, Diane and her two sisters, and my younger sister were all abused in time, forced to be “kind” to miscellaneous “uncles” to boot.

On alcohol sodden Sunday nights we were put to bed early in the same room, two to a bed for us elders, four topped and tailed for the younger. Our childish chatter dimmed and died like candle light in contrast to the increasingly raucous carouse in the kitchen.

One fearful night I sensed someone was in the room. I was aware of Diane being lifted away from me. I was dimly aware of her protestation, a long silence, then her being returned sobbing to the bed. I did not understand and she could not explain coherently. I soothed her as much as possible before falling back into a strangely troubled sleep.

You may think at this point that I was going to take some advantage of my cousin. That never happened. As puberty struck we were left behind at our own home for the Sunday night drinking bouts, but we still retained a familial contact with our cousins. Diane’s life ran off the rails, she became quite promiscuous as a teenager. (note to editor – within the laws of age of consent in force at that time). I followed another path after being introduced to male/male sex by a neighbour in my sexually formative years. A gift that I relished and have maintained throughout my life.

The inevitable happened, Diane fell pregnant to an anonymous sperm donor. When this became apparent she was dispatched with all haste to a religious order in Melbourne on the fictional “working holiday”. It was widely believed, but likely an urban myth, that the South Australian Railways scheduled a weekly “Maternity Express” to Melbourne, passing its counterpart from the Victorian Railways going in the other direction. To be an unmarried mother, as it was then, having a baby out of wedlock was a disgrace to the family and was surrounded with much hypocrisy. The unreliable contraceptive knowledge, methods and appliances were unavailable to the very people who needed them most. Many were the abuses as a result.

I met Diane at the railways station as arranged. The good nuns censored all mail, incoming and outgoing, there were no phone calls to the Convent in those days. We had created a cover story and artifice, where I, as her cousin, was by chance in that city and would chaperone her back to her family in Adelaide. Minors could not travel alone in those days. A minor was anyone under the age of 21 years. The inevitable check would show this to be true, right down to the train ticket she received in the mail!!

The deception was that we met on Station Pier in Port Melbourne shortly before the Bass Strait Ferry “Princess of Tasmania”, un-affectionately known as the “P.O.T.” for it had the sea keeping qualities of one, was due to sail for the island State of Tasmania. I had not seen Diane for some years so our meeting bursa escort was a little awkward. It was the first sea voyage for us both and we were very nervous. A sympathetic passenger advised us to go to the cafeteria and eat before the hordes descended after the ship cast-off. We took this advice and went up to the top deck of the ship to the small and uninspiring dining room mostly staffed by ex-convicts on their first job out of Pentridge Gaol. We ate a meal of greasy fish and chips in almost complete silence. The passage for the first two hours was a doddle, sailing on a millpond. But once outside Port Phillip Heads our world went crazy. The ship plunged and bucked like a bronco, creaking and groaning as it faced the full force of a front crashing through Bass Strait. Both Diane and I felt so sick, as did most of the passengers and indeed some of the crew. Our accommodation was sit-up chairs akin to the aircraft seats of today. We made ourselves as comfortable as possible and settled in for a long and miserable night. There was no sleep for us, just catnaps snatched between particularly vicious rolls and plunges. It gave us time to re-establish what we felt so many years before. By the time the ship approached the shores of Tasmania the sun was shining, the sea had moderated and we were ‘partners for life’!!

At our destination of Hobart we presented ourselves as a married couple. Diane had a ring that was used to deflect curious eyes when she was pregnant, cheap nine carat gold but it sufficed. We rented a flat and lived together ostensibly as a man and wife. OK, we had sex as a man and wife, but it was vanilla sex, mediocre and very forgettable sex always overshadowed by her past experiences and the fear of another pregnancy. The 60’s was a shameful time. Males had the upper hand. Social conformity and peer pressure meant that naïve young women eagerly accepted a date and its consequences. For the first time in human history young men could afford cars, and the power it bestowed. Cars were mobile bedrooms, and fitted out as such, “Shaggin Waggins” as popularly known here. Girls were dependent on the male driver to get to and from a dance or picture theatre. The inventiveness to get the girl to a secluded parking spot knew no bounds. Sometimes it was a stark choice, “give in or walk home”. In the urban jungle of Adelaide the latter choice held the greater fear. And to be fair some girls were into “slap and tickle” big time, too.

The would be lotharios were inept and clumsy at best. Who had heard of female orgasm? Who cared? Certainly Diane was ignorant of it, but did admit to enjoying physical contact with the opposite sex. Even the rough hand up beneath her bra, or a hand down into her panties had some, very limited, pleasurable sensations before the often brutal penetration that was to follow. Rapid thrusts and animal grunts followed and then it was all over. The “stud” wiped himself clean, flung the detritus from the window and drove his conquest home, often in total silence. As she was now an “easy lay” in his eyes he wasn’t interested in her any more. God help her if she needed to urinate as she could be abandoned after stepping from the car. Only a minority used condoms simply because you could not obtain them easily. Self delusion and urban myth passed for sex education, and the girls believed it ardently too, what is more!!. Childhood mumps made males infertile, her period was the time when most likely to conceive, only kissing while having sex would lead to conception. I kid you not!! I worked with teenage mothers.

We both got jobs for there was full employment in that era. It was not a matter of “If” but of “Which” would I accept!! Ah, 20th century fairy tale I hear you say, but it was true, – jobs aplenty for the taking.

Now I want to explore our relationship further. We only knew the mechanics of sex, and were totally ignorant of its potential but as an enterprise together we were learning. Our emotional connection was stronger than a married couple, we are cousins and will be to the day we die, we had shared a grievously troubled childhood, and now we faced a new life together, she and I together in a strange new world.

I was the first to stray. I mentioned that my early sexual experimentation was with males, I was very savvy about “beats” and the way they worked even before arriving in Tasmania. There was something about the time and place in Tasmania. Beats “rocked” to an extraordinary degree. Any public toilet had a score potential of about 10 minutes. If you hadn’t scored in that time it was “dead”. And this was the most conservative, religion dominated state in Australia. Maybe that is the reason why? Anytime I felt that “itch”, the need to drop a load, I could drive to the car park at Cornellian Bay and wait a few minutes, meet and suck or be sucked off in the nearby bushes, then sit back in the car ready for another anonymous caller. Day and night, it was full on. It was said to be a protected area because many influential people were partakers, including high ranked police.

My bursa escort bayan epiphany came on a rainy Sunday afternoon in 1970. The beat was dead. I ventured into a dilapidated wooden toilet block to masturbate in disappointed loneliness. To my international readers, for whom the term “beat” is unfamiliar I shall elucidate. Briefly: a public toilet used as a meeting place by males wanting casual and anonymous sex. Sometimes referred to as “Tea Houses”, “Trade” or “Blow and Go” venues.

This particular edifice was on the periphery of the huge Cornellian Bay cemetery where it was set into and overgrown by a massive Cypress boundary hedge. It probably was provided for the convenience of a squad of grave diggers and hearse drivers for there was also a water trough for horses. It dated to the 1920’s or 30’s. For nefarious purposes it was perfect, a public but not desirable location, easy car parking that drew no comment any hour of the day or night, acres of soft bedding discreetly hidden under extensive low boughs of the pines. The detritus of hanky-panky lay everywhere. Inside the male only, wooden structure were two stalls facing each other and at the dark end was a rusted sheet iron urinal that just ran to ground outside. Without artificial lighting it didn’t attract graffiti artists. The gloom took minutes to grow used to, and the place stank.

This was my first foray through the dank and foreboding entrance, to my surprise there was another person inside. I saw his rigid cock protruding from a glory hole chopped into the thin floor board door. What a wonderful member he had, rock hard, no, steel hard!. Later I heard that he was a well known and twice convicted paedophile nicknamed Stalin – Man of Steel! I could not resist, I joined the historic throng who had used the facility, the door was stained with a dramatic patina of saliva and semen drippings accumulated over the years. I gagged getting him into my mouth, then started to suck him with relish.

I heard his mature voice say “Oooh, you do that so well! I want to fuck you!”.

“With that?” I gasped in disbelief. Foreplay was not his forte.

I didn’t answer decisively so he took it as acquiescence. I was still an anal virgin but I wasn’t letting this cock go. He slowly pulled it out of my mouth, then out of the door which swung open to reveal a heavy built middle aged man with a bald head. He tried to pull me inside the stall, but I resisted as the stench from the disgusting shit encrusted bowl made me retch.

“Outside, outside,” I pleaded. I still wanted to suck the most wonderful manhood I had seen in my life. He gave in and half pulled, and half pushed me outside beneath the canopy of pine fragrant branches still dripping from the summer rain shower. So much more appealing than inside. It was reminiscent of that marriage glade of so many years before. In the soft daylight I saw him drop his Khaki shorts and then had his shirt off in a flash. A stocky, well muscled man, both intimidating and appealing too. All the time his erection remained rock hard and he was ready to use it. Before I had time to run he pulled down my green woollen army trousers and knelt before me, taking my much less impressive cock into his mouth. The draw of his mouth was sending little fingers of delight down my cock and into my balls. His technique was magnificent, sucking, licking and teasing. His hand went up between my legs and he began to tease my anus, withdrawing it to squirt a liberal quantity of KY jelly onto his fingers.

I was totally under his spell. I was there to cum and could do nothing else.

He drew circles around my ring while sucking me ever closer to my orgasm, then he backed off lest I ejaculate. Now he was penetrating me, finger fucking me, I clenched my buttocks to stop him but he slid his tongue under my knob which made me back away from him, and relaxed my muscles as he did so. Repeating this action he soon had his index finger deep in me. I know he was massaging my prostate gland, an un-bloody believable sensation!! I wanted to piss and I wanted to ejaculate simultaneously. I was gone, his plaything, and with his vast experience he knew it!

Two fingers I took without hesitation. There was a problem with three. He was kneeling on our clothes and slowly turned me to face away from him. To do so he had to withdraw his fingers. My anal sphincter muscles clutched and sought the fullness they had grown used to and ached for. Pulling me down on to his lap I felt a great deal more cold KJ slathered around my puckering hole. Then I felt the heat of his knob as he guided it against the tender but wanting flesh. To my surprise he stopped there and fiddled around with something while I tried to swivel myself down on to his member.

His left hand came across my nose and mouth as if to suffocate me. I had to breathe deeply as I was fighting for air. As I panted it in a wonderful feeling came over me; my whole body relaxed, my tight ring turned to ice cream and he slid effortlessly into me, all the way down to the escort bursa base of his bald but veined shaft. Reflexively I put my hand down to his hairless ball bag which was both large and straining tight. He was intent on creaming me just as I was intent on taking his macho power into me. Another in his string of conquests, I met his ideal, small, immature and inexperienced.

His defence at his later trial was that he was educating young men in the mysteries, arts and ways of being real men. That didn’t cut much ice with that judge and he got 7 years. The charge sheet said 70 “victims” but that was reputed to be the tip of the iceberg. I, along with others would never have given evidence against him.

Bending me forward, while holding my cock firmly, he now had me in the perfect position to fuck me. And fuck he did!! And FUCK, did I enjoy it? It was the biggest cock I was to feel inside me and I had taken it willingly, eagerly.

His cock lay over the top of my prostate, the most perfect trigger for a massive orgasm. He was rooting me hard and I was fully possessed. I felt a great heat surge up towards my navel, I knew he had cum and my belly was convulsing in its quest for yet more spunk at the very instant my cock was jetting mine over the bed of pine needles. Even as he withdrew his limp cock I was begging for more, no, pleading for more. I was becoming an embarrassment; his need assuaged he only wanted out. For me too much would not be enough. He left me curled up, sobbing, semen dripping from an arsehole turned inside out. I just couldn’t get enough cock. I dressed and made myself presentable and made my way back to my car. Murphy’s Law decreed that no player would come to my rescue at the very time I needed it most.

How does this relate to Diane? Simply! I could talk to her about anything and told her what I had experienced. In our relationship there was no moral judgements but a lot of experience sharing. Unlike a husband I did not have to fear the consequences of what I might reveal. We would always be kissing cousins.

She had told me of her experience in St Joseph’s Convent, think Victorian Workhouse, forbidding two story grey buildings with no garden, housing sixty girls in the later stages of pregnancy. The nuns had strict rules to suppress any semblance of sensuality. Short cropped hair, shapeless uniforms and no make-up. Diane had been strictly heterosexual simply because she was unaware of any alternative. Most were knocked up because of ignorance, truly a lack of carnal knowledge.

Judy was a petite, pretty, dark haired and dark eyed girl of Russian Jewish parentage. She had been impregnated by her father, a top government official. Judy sought her solace in the arms and beds of women. She also took a liking to Diane.

A feature of the living hell of these homes for unmarried mothers was that the girls were desperate to get out of the prison like environment, and some were hungry for more cock. The authorities had removed all sharp instruments that could be used to break a woman’s waters and so induce labour.

Except for Judy’s fingernail!!

She was in demand, and she was experienced at fisting lesbian women. She was too small to take a fist herself but she possessed particularly dainty hands, “Missy Fist”, they called her.

Diane’s turn came about two weeks before she was due. There was no privacy in the home. Toilets had no doors and showers had no stalls. A nun slept each of the dormitories of about 12 girls. But where there is a will there is a way. Sister Josephine was a heavy sleeper and snored loudly.

The girls knew it was to be Diane’s turn. They celebrated her forthcoming abrupt removal by ambulance the following morning with biscuits and smuggled chocolate. Chocolate was deemed a carnal indulgence and food of the devil. Sister Josephine was not the sharpest chisel in the tool box and some of the residents kept her distracted at shower time to allow for discrete “pashing”. Both Judy and Diane showered excessively this night. Diane’s engorged bluish vaginal lips, and her now painfully enlarged breasts with their big brown areole showed how close she was. The magical fingernail was scrapped and washed and cleaned thoroughly.

Lights out was at 9.00pm and soon the familiar snores hung noisily in the room, along with miscellaneous grunts and farts. Giving enough time for the complex to settle into somnambulance Judy slipped from beneath her covers and crawled between the beds. Not an easy task with a belly full of baby. Another girl, bisexually inclined Christine, did the same from across the aisle. Diane was waiting. Not a word was said. Christine slid carefully over Diane’s body for the best way to stifle a cry of pain was to kiss. As Judy prepared for the procedure Christine gently massaged Diane’s breasts. Within 24 hours they would be streaming milk, but sadly not for her baby. Mothers did not get to see or hold their own child, it was whisked away immediately upon delivery. A lucky few were kept as human milch cows to be milked with breast pumps to feed all the babies. The rest cried themselves to sleep on rubber sheets with bandaged breasts leaking in torrents, to be dried off as quickly as possible as their cot was needed for another unfortunate soul.

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His Turn

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Sheila had never done a lap dance before. She’d never done anything truly erotic, really. Tonight would be the first time.

But hey, she thought, there’s a first time for everything!

Besides, for Sheila, Tommy was worth anything. The brown-haired twenty-two-year old college student had been going out with Tommy for six months now. And she was surprised he had stuck around with her. He seemed really serious and into her, staying by her side when she caught that horrible case of chicken pox that had passed her by when she was a kid. And he helped her study for her classes and everything. He seemed to really think of her as his girlfriend, his lover, and his heart’s desire.

That’s why when he proposed they start taking turns doing different things for each other in bed, she’d agreed easily. Of course, she hadn’t expected it would be her turn first.

“Come on, baby,” Tommy had said, his smiling blue eyes looking up into hers.

“Do I have to go first?” she had whined slightly.

“Yes, because I already know what I’ll do for you. You could probably guess, too. But I think I’ll be really surprised to see what you come up with. Please?”

Looking into the young blonde man’s sparkling-eyed gaze, Sheila hadn’t been able to say no. But what was she supposed to do?

It was her mother who had come up with the idea.

“Well, back in the day when your father and I used to try new things, I did a little strip tease for him. You know, taking my clothes off to sexy music, moving all slow and stripper-like – ”

“Mom!” Sheila had objected, covering her ears.

“What? Like you’ve never thought about it while you’re out on the dance floor at those clubs you go to!”

“About taking my clothes off like a stripper? No!”

“Why not? People dance the way they fuck. You think those men watching aren’t imagining you getting undressed, just for them?”

The two women had giggled hysterically at that, but Sheila knew her mother was right. A strip tease was just the thing she would do. It wasn’t too dirty or nasty, though it really did make her blush. It was just erotic enough to belong in the realm of ‘every man’s fantasy is…’ without being something so taboo and wicked she wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

It was her sister who added the ‘extras’ to the whole episode Sheila had planned. “Lapdance, that’s all I gotta say, sis…lap dance!”

And Sheila already knew what those were. Men could go to the strip clubs and sit in a chair, and have a stripper come and dance in their laps, just for them, but in front of everyone.

I can do that, Sheila thought. Take out the bar, the men staring at me from all around, and I could do that.

So that was her plan, and it was pretty easy to set up. She and Tommy usually had several nights during the week where they went to one apartment or the other, having quiet evenings together. So she just had to pick one, and come prepared. Once she told him what to do, he would do it, of course. Especially when he realized she was giving him her ‘special something’.

Sheila quivered with excitement as she went up the stairs to Tommy’s apartment. She was so glad he didn’t have roommates and just had his bachelor pad, with the large double bed and leopard skin print blankets on it shoved in one corner. The couch was in the middle of the room, facing the front door and the television on the entertainment unit next to it. Also, right now Tommy had no neighbors. A lot of college kids were in between semesters, so the other two apartments on Tommy’s floor were empty.

How perfect could it be?

Sheila knocked on her boyfriend’s door and he met her, smiling brightly.

“Hey, baby, come on in! I was wondering when you were going to show bursa escort up.”

He went to take off her coat, but Sheila clutched the long jacket tightly.

“I’m going to keep this on,” she whispered, eyes down.

“Ohhhkay…” Tommy said.

Then he went to sit on the couch, blinking at Sheila as she walked over to the stereo. She knew she was blushing deeply, but she pulled her hair across her cheeks to hide it, hoping Tommy wouldn’t see it. She also hoped that when she leaned forward, the slit up the back of the tan trench coat she was wearing wouldn’t reveal anything underneath. Or the surprise might be ruined!

“What are you up to?” Tommy said, peering at his girlfriend as she turned to face him from in front of the television set and stereo speakers.

“I’m going to show you…in about ten seconds…”

He spread his legs slightly and leaned back against the black leather couch, looking slightly stunned and shocked. Then the music began to play. The dance beat started slow, but was bouncing from the get-go. Tommy recognized the song and bounced his head slightly up and down to the beat. Then his eyes were glued to Sheila as she turned sideways.

Sheila stuck out one leg, letting the jacket open in front of her, away from Tommy’s eyes. The two parts of the jacket slid down her leg, exposing the fishnet stocking she was wearing. As the jacket moved off of her leg, Tommy could see that she was wearing high stiletto heels he hadn’t noticed before. The fishnet stocking went up to the middle of Sheila’s thigh and was held there by its own tightness, no garters.

And from where Tommy sat on the couch, he couldn’t see even the barest hint of shorts or a skirt on Sheila’s bare leg.

She could be naked under the jacket, for all he knew.

The thought must have excited him because he had to adjust himself slightly. And that made Sheila smile. That was the reaction she wanted.

The music sped up and Sheila whirled around in a circle so fast that Tommy never had a chance to glimpse what was beneath the coat as it flew open, then flew closed. Sheila did a few hip lunges on that side, then let her other leg get exposed the same as she had the first. She grinned wickedly at her boyfriend over her shoulder, hair shadowing her face.

She wasn’t blushing anymore. This wasn’t half bad, after all. But she knew she had to show him some skin or he would lose interest. A guy could see a sexy girl any time on the television, all he had to do was turn on the music video channels. But Sheila planned on showing him more than he would ever see on those types of videos. Pornos, maybe…

This would be real life, though.

Now she had her back to him, and she let her head drop backward, her hair long and flowing in its full bodied curls down her back. She grabbed the collar of the jacket with both hands, pulling it wide so she was exposed.

But her front was facing the stereo. And Tommy was left imagining what she was wearing yet again. Sheila turned her head to give him a sly grin. Then she peeled the jacket off one shoulder, letting her body bounce slightly with the blaring tunes. The words to the music spoke about phone sex and sexual pleasures versus intellectual conversation. It was a blatantly liberal sex song. And it was an excellent choice.

As the jacket slid down Sheila’s shoulder, Tommy could see that she was wearing…nothing still! All he got was her exposed and very bare flesh. Sheila whipped the jacket back up and started teasing him with the other one.

She could hear him groaning. That’s what she was going for.

Tommy called out to her. “Come on, Sheila! Take it off!”

But she ignored him, still going slow and teasing him with her jacket. Now her legs bursa escort bayan were splayed out on the floor, her thighs separated wide. Sheila dropped her head back again, this time lifting the coat up by the collar.

Slowly, the jacket began to expose more and more of her legs. But all Tommy could see was the red fishnet stockings. Nothing else was showing but flesh at the tops of her thighs, where Sheila stopped the jacket from rising any further.

“You better show me what you got under there, girl, or I’m going to come over there and make you!”

Right on cue with the music, just like she had practiced, Sheila whirled around to face Tommy, whipping the jacket off her arms and letting it fly across the room to one side. Now everything she had underneath it was exposed.

Sheila was wearing a costume she’d bought straight from a strip joint’s dance shop. Red leather came up over her breasts, harnessing the rounded tops. Underneath there was no supporting underwire or leather, but instead there were chains, silver chains that slid under the curve of her breasts and held the luscious mounds up off her chest. More chains ran across her exposed nipples, almost appearing to cut into them except that the rounded links were not painful at all to Sheila. Various parts of the leather that ran up to her neck were studded. Her thong matched the top harness, consisting of a leather strap that rode high on each hip and was attached to two chains in front and back. The chains held a small triangle of studded red leather over Sheila’s privacy, barely covering her throbbing lips. But other than that, Sheila wore little else.

Tommy’s jaw dropped, and he was stunned, his fingers clenching and unclenching against his thighs. Sheila could tell he was just aching to touch her, fondle her through this lovely get-up. Her sister had warned her that it would really push him too far. But Sheila didn’t care.

Wasn’t that the whole purpose of this special time? This special arrangement they had made? To do things for each other that would excite them beyond measure? It was obvious she had succeeded. Tommy’s pants were bulging with his rigid cock. But Sheila wasn’t done.

She danced a bit to the music, letting the first song wind down. Then another one came up, about a girl who liked to be roughed up. The words made the prospect of domination sound so sexual and sweet and desirable, it was easy to dance slower to this beat, and let the music infect her libido.

Sheila reached over to where the stereo was. When she turned around to face Tommy again, she was holding a small five inch dildo of clear silicone. She had been warned against the dangers of latex, and had bought only the best. It was more of a butt plug type of toy, but Sheila didn’t want anything to replace a living cock. She already had Tommy.

This was just for one purpose – to tease the hell out of her already-tormented boyfriend.

Sheila propped one foot up and a bit to the side on Tommy’s glass coffee table. She looked down and realized she could see her own reflection in the mirror-like surface of the table. Her sex was exposed between the peeking slit in the leather triangle and once she unclasped two of the chains on one side, the whole piece came off. She could see her own lips, swollen and excited, and the bright red flush of her open and wet cunt, waiting for attention.

Tommy leaned forward slightly, but Sheila warned him off with a quick and evil grin. He stayed forward but knew to keep his hands to himself. Slowly, hips swaying gently as the music began to get more serious, Sheila lowered the dildo to her waiting pussy.

The tip of it was cold at first. She had considered buying lubricant, but that had seemed so fake. She didn’t escort bursa want to interrupt what she had been hoping would be an incredibly sexy interlude just to apply gobs of fake cum to a dildo.

Sheila ran the tip of the silicone toy up and down her lips, looking down into the top of the coffee table and seeing the fake penis-shaped dildo parting her sex. Already she was wet. It hadn’t taken much to get into the mood for doing this. But she hadn’t expected to be this turned on.

As she watched, she slid the dildo up against her clit, teasing her sweet love bud. Then she lowered it down, knowing Tommy was watching her every move. Daringly, she teased it over her anus. Her whole body shook in tiny shocks as the new sensation of having something other than flesh touching her asshole stimulated her. But quickly, Sheila moved it back up to her sex. She looked up, making sure Tommy’s eyes were glued to her cunt. Then she began to slowly insert the toy into her privacy.

The short toy was rather thick, its fake bulbous head expanding her hole. She had never been able to watch herself like this before. Sheila watched as her inner labia sucked at the toy and almost seemed to pull it deeper inside. And she could hear Tommy groaning in pleasure as the toy slid further, deeper, inside her.

Sheila could feel her legs getting weak. She licked her lips, feeling her mouth getting incredibly moist as she looked down into the coffee table’s glassy surface. The toy was sliding deeper inside her now. Carefully, almost intrigued, she withdrew it. It was coated with juice and wetness. Slick with her own excitement. To see it there, like that, nestled between her pussy folds and cunthole, was almost too much.

She began to push it back inside, making it move quicker. It slid in with incredible ease and she groaned, making soft moans as it went all the way in and then came all the way out. Then Sheila rubbed the wet head of the toy over her clit, flicking it back and forth, imagining it was a finger or a tongue.

It was too much for her…and for Tommy.

One minute she was over his table, slowly fucking herself with the new toy. Then the next, Tommy was next to her, picking her up by the hips and throwing her down on the couch.

“I can’t fucking stand it anymore,” he was growling.

Tommy threw the wicked toy away from them with one hand while the other deftly undid his pants. Then she felt the hot warmth of a real cock entering her. And Tommy took no time in starting his pounding fuck-thrusts.

Sheila raised her netted legs and draped them over Tommy’s back, high enough to be spreading her pussy wide for his thick, long member. He was much more than five inches, and she could feel him fucking deep into her cunt.

“Sheila, you’re so fucking hot, oh my gods,” he was moaning.

Sheila felt her pussy being pounded more viciously than ever before. The excitement of everything she had done to get Tommy to this point washed over her, along with the hot ending of the music and the beginning of another dark and delicious erotic song.
Soon, she was coating his cock with a new thicker juice, her own orgasmic cum, and she could feel herself gripping his thick shaft as he continued to ram and piston in and out of her.

Then Tommy was joining her, forcing her harder and harder into the couch’s cushions as he blew his hot load up inside her pussy. He panted and groaned and pushed himself deeper and deeper, until at last he was lying over Sheila, quite spent.

She chuckled lightly, and he looked down at her, his face coated with sweat.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Oh, I just wonder what you’re going to have to do for your turn.” She winked at him.

“I have no idea how I’m going to top this, Sheila. That was…it was just amazing!”

“I know,” she said, stroking his cheek.

“But hey, if you run out of ideas, I have a new outfit and dildo you could borrow!”

Tommy gasped and Sheila laughed.

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His Perfect Slut Pt. 01

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At this time of day, her brown eyes are already fixed at the clock by the cashier’s corner.

For Damaris, heading home has always been the best part of her work week and it was nearly 4pm before she gets off work. Being a sales attendee at a book shop is a good job, spending time with books has always been her idea of spending a day and even quite enjoyable to have it as a job. But for Damaris, getting home is extra special. Just thinking about it makes her knickers wet in anticipation.

Traffic was inevitable and she had to run most of the time to get ahead of the commuting crowd. It is unfortunately an everyday competition. She finally managed to get herself in a bus and took a seat at the back corner making herself comfortable by the side near the windows.

With her eyes staring in space, her lips began to curve in a smile with her left hand tracing the outline of that band around her neck. When her hand finally rested on the heart-shaped lock, her smile grew wider.

Memories of last night flooded her being making her cunt yearn and eager bursa escort for more of those painful and sweet episodes of last night.

Her reminiscing was ended by the sudden halt of the bus, taking it as a signal for her to get down, she quickly made her way towards the Marina. It was 5pm and the sun was already setting. The glow of the late afternoon sun framed the yacht “Silhouette” making the big yacht look like a beautiful painting from a distance.

When she got there, she climbed aboard, her skirt blowing up in the breeze and her cunt responding to the warm air. She slid through the hatch and down the companionway into the cabin. Someone was waiting for her inside.

Having put her backpack on the floor, Damaris stripped herself naked. It was rather quick. She was eager and her cunt was eager (seeing how wet her knickers has been when she took them off).

“Master?” I’m here! Damaris cannot contain her excitement any longer and her Master knows this. The lights were still turned off and the room darker now with a hint of only the sun’s remaining bursa escort bayan rays making their way through the windows and open hatches.

He was at his office table, with His back on her. Damaris silently walked her way towards her Master. His smile is irresistible. It makes Damaris’ heart beat quicker.

Damaris stood up beside Him with her legs slightly apart. Master’s hand quickly slipped between her legs to cup her cunt, feeling the wet softness of it, taking what was His. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes to the experience. She needed more from Him.

This is what she looks forward to coming home every day: Her need for use.

Sensing this, her Master stopped and stood up. He was a tall 5’10” of a man towering over Damaris’ petite 5′ figure.

He looked down on her with a cunning smile on His lips.

“My perfect slut has a needy cunt,” He said.

“Yes Master, she does have a needy cunt” Damaris uttered smiling back.

She felt her hair yanked from the back forcing her to look up to Him. She saw desire in escort bursa His eyes and He saw the need in hers as well.

Damaris likes that look from her Master. It means she is in for another night of rough use.

Yes, rough use is her need and her Master knows perfectly well how to meet it. Every night is different, every experience is unique.

Dinner has been prepared and waiting on the table: Roast lamb strap, roast pots, and peas served with red wine. The aroma was making her hungry but her hunger for use was more.

Her Master opened up a drawer for her leash. It was made of the same white gold as her collar, a “Y” shaped leash of box chain links. He hooked it through the “O” shaped band on her collar and anchored the ends of the leash to the rings in her pierced nipples.

“Dinner’s ready slut” her Master said, leading her by her leash towards the dinner table. Her Master then bound her hands behind her back with manacles. Standing up, He pushed Damaris slowly to bend towards the table and had her legs spread wide.

“I want to play with your dirty holes before dinner” her Master whispered in her ear.

Damaris smiled. It was going to be a short dinner and a long night for her and it will be fun, she closed her eyes and waited for her cunt to be impaled…

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Ray Finds Himself in a Skirt

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At 18 I was not what you would call a manly man. I was 5′ 5″ and about 130lb long red hair, which I had let grow down to the middle of my back. I guess you could say I was a short skinny red haired hippy. I did not have a lot of friends and mostly smoked a lot of pot and watched TV. This drove my mother crazy. My dad had left us when I was about 3 and she had been trying her best to keep things together working 2 sometimes 3 jobs to put food on the table. Looking back now I can say I was a real shit. I did not make things easy on her at all. My mom and I look nothing alike; I am told I look a lot like my dad. My mom is about 5’9″ and about 185 with dark hair and eyes. She has big tits and a little extra around the middle, but she is a very sexy looking woman. The only thing I get form my mom is my mouth we both have full lips. I have been teased quite a bit growing up that I have dick sucking lips.

My life really changed just after my 18th birthday. My mom had come home from working a night shift and the house was a wreck, I had left dishes in the sink and had not done anything to clean up at all. When she walked in she flipped out at me. I was not in the mood for this shit, so I told her that I was not cleaning up the house that it was for a woman to do and I was a man, she could go fuck herself and stormed out of the house. I spent all day out just hanging out bursa escort at the mall and getting high with Gary one of my few friends. It was not until around 7:00 when I got home. I walked in and the place was still trashed. It was even worse than I left it. My mom had ordered take out in it was all over the living room.

I was just standing there not knowing what was going on when my mom walked in. She told me that things were going to change around here; she was not going to have any of this macho bull shit in this house. She said that we were going to start by getting me clean up. She literally grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the shower. My clothes were off before I knew what was happening. I was standing there butt ass naked in front of my mother. I could feel my cock starting to get hard and was thinking oh please not now. Then my mom really blew my mind she striped out of her clothes and turned on the shower. All I could do was stair at her big beautiful tits. She had the biggest brown nipples I had ever seen. My dick was now so hard it was slapping against my stomach. She proceeded to throw me in to the shower wash me from head to toe. When she washed my cock she said it I came she would rip my little dick off. Then she shaved my legs, arms, under arms, cock and balls. My chest and face are smooth so that was no issue. After the shower she rubbed bursa escort bayan lotion all over me and again threatened me if I even thought about cumming.

After I was clean, shaved and lotion down she pushed me down the hall to my room. Well it was my room when I left this morning. Now it was a barren room with a bed. All my stuff was gone. I mean all of it. My dresser was empty; walls cleaned there was nothing in my room. I was speechless; when I turned to my mother she said “say one word and I will slap the shit out of you”! Then she handed me a bag, inside there was some white lacy panties, matching bra, black skirt and a white blouse. Put them on she said! Ok, no! She slapped me so hard I was knocked on to my bed. When I got up I started to pull on the panties and bra. My mom stepped up to help but I thought she was going to hit me so I put my hands up. She said if I was a good girl she would never have to hit me.

As my mother helped me get dressed she told me that I would be her little girl from now on. I would learn to cook, clean and everything that a good little girl should know. After I was dressed she took me to her room and did my makeup and hair. When she led me to her full length mirror I was shocked, I looked hot she had put small little pads in my bra and my legs looked so sexy. My lips where full, bright red, my hair was done in a cute escort bursa pony tail and I loved it. I could not help that my cock was hard as a rock and pushing out against my skirt. My mother pushed me back down on to her bed and said that “this would just not do”. I was afraid she was mad because my cock was hard, but she told me to relax and she pulled up my skirt and pulled my hard cock from my panties. As she kneeled in front of me she started licking the head of my cock then slid her wet juicy lips over the head. Now I have a small dick hard it is only about 4 inches long so she was easily able to take me all the way in to her mouth and flick her tongue against my balls. I going crazy I had never had sex in my life and here I was dressed like a girl

and my mother was sucking my cock. I thought I was going to lose it right there. The next thing I knew I felt her finger pushing against my ass. She worked one than two fingers in to my young tight ass. It hurt a little but at the same time it felt incredible. She had hardly started to finger fuck me when I let go of my load. She contended fingering me as she milked my cock of every last drop of my cum. With her fingers still in my ass she kissed me deep pushing her tongue in to my mouth so I could taste my own cum.

When I finely pulled myself together my mother told me to run along and start cleaning the house like a good girl. My head was still spinning as I walked out of her room to start my new job as her little girl maid. I could tell that life was going to be very different around the house, but I thought I just might like it.

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His Empty Screen

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I received some good feedback regarding first story “Memories in the Snow” and wanted to use them in this story. See what you think.

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The curser on his empty computer screen blinks, taunting him… “You are dry—no more words—you may as well quit now!” He leans back and closes his eyes, “Why can’t I get this damn story to write!”

The jingle of the bell above the door turns his head and a big red umbrella pushes through the door followed by a lovely woman carrying three shopping bags and her purse.

Struggling to close the umbrella, she walks up to the counter and orders a cappuccino. After giving up on the umbrella she set the shopping bags down next to a table and glanced over at him with a smile before taking off her overcoat.

He went back to staring at the blinking screen and his search for words.

The sound of her chair brought his attention back to the woman as she sat down and pulled out a book from one bag. With long slender fingers she opened the book and took a careful sip from her cup.

As he watched her from the corner of his eye, she crossed one leg over the other, exposing a long lean leg. He returned to his computer screen and looked at the time; 2:33…

He opened his eyes, and with a groan, focused the clock; 2:33 AM.

She rolled over, exposing her long toned leg in a pool of moonlight. She touched his arm sleepily opened her eyes and whispered, “You can’t sleep.”

He smiled weakly, “No. I keep thinking about the story.”

Rising up on one elbow she leans over and kisses his cheek. “The story will come. You need to relax.”

“I know.”

Her lips kissed his cheek again and then brushed along his jaw, past his chin, to his lips. He turned to her and slid his fingers into her hair. She kissed him harder and teased her tongue between his lips. With a quiet sigh, he opened his mouth slightly and met her tongue while pulling her over, on top of his body.

His hand bursa escort followed the curve of her neck down between her shoulder blades. She broke the kiss with a moan and he kissed the hollow under her chin. Her back arched up and she inched higher as she pressed her neck against his lips. His hand slid down across the small of her back to her bottom.

“Aaahh… your lips are driving me crazy.”

Putting her hands on each side of his shoulders, she slid up and offered him a small breast. Taking a hard nipple between his lips while he squeezed her bottom and raised his hips pushing his hardening cock against her thigh.

She giggled, “I guess he’s awake too!”

With a little chuckle, he gently bit her hard nipple and slapped her bottom. She let out a little squeal and opened her legs. His cock slid along her moist pussy. Holding on to his shoulders, she rolled over pulling him on top of her.

Releasing her nipple, he teased the underside of her breast with his lips before kissing his way down her belly to the top of one thigh. Sliding lower on the bed, he nibbled and kissed his way down the top of her leg to her ankle. Taking her foot in his hand, he sat back and kissed the top of her foot and each toe.

Closing her eyes, she sighed, “Stop teasing.”

He took her big toe into his mouth and brushed it with his teeth. She opened her eyes and jerked her foot away. “Don’t you DARE!”

Laughing, he lowered his head and kissed his way back up the inside of her other leg to her thigh. Opening her legs wider, she breathed a little moan and rotated her hips. He slid his hands over her thighs and hips to her belly; and touched her pussy with his tongue.

Digging her fingers in his hair, she sighed, “Yesssssss.”

His tongue slid down along one side of her shaved pussy and up along the other, before slipping between her already wet lips. Her fingers pressed his head down and he sucked her into his mouth. Running his tongue between her lips, bursa escort bayan he sucked and nibbled on her pussy teasing her clit with little flicks of his tongue.

She raised her hips and groaned, “Ohhhh…. Ggguuudd… Don’t stop…”

Taking long slow licks he tasted her juices and ran his hands along her waist to the sides of her breast. She opened her legs wider and flung her arms over her head. He wrapped his fingers around her breast and took each nipple between a finger and his thumb… and squeezed.

She jumped, moaned and thrust her hips up and down. He pressed his mouth harder against her pussy and teased his tongue over her clit. Grabbing his shoulders, she pulled him back up, on top of her body and kissed his wet lips. With one hand she reached between their legs to find his cock. Finding her target, she guided it to her pussy.

Sharing the taste of her pussy, he slowly eased his cock into her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she arched her back and pumped her hips.

Breaking the kiss, he pressed his body down on hers. She raised her arms above her head. Reaching up, he crossed her wrists in his hand and held them while he began to move his hips between her legs. She gently bit his shoulder before lowering her head to search for his chest. He moved his body higher and pushed harder, she found one of his small nipples and sucked it into her mouth.

With muffled grunts, he thrust his cock in and out of her body while she sucked and nibbled on his nipple. He reached up with his other hand to find her cotton robe on the headboard and pulled the belt from it. Still moving his hips up and down, he looped the belt around her wrists and tied them to the headboard.

Quietly he said, “Wrap your legs tight around me.” And he moved both their bodies down the bed stretching her arms above her.

She arched her back and tilted her head back; he felt her legs tighten escort bursa around his hips. He thrust his hips faster and harder, she moaned and sighed as he drove in and out of her body. She pulled at the belt, as he felt his cock grow and his balls tighten.

With a long deep cry, she bucked against his body and opened her legs wide, he pushed his cock in deep and held on to her body… she moaned, jerked and clamped his hips between her thighs. He felt his heart pound and the blood rush to his head as his cock exploded. His body twitched as he uttered a hoarse groan from deep within his chest.

As his head cleared, he felt her relax beneath his body. Pushing back, he raised himself just off her overheated body and kissed her forehead. She made a little sigh and smiled. He kissed her lips and reached up to untie her hands. With her arms free, she wrapped them around his neck, lowered her head and giggled softly, “You know how to push all my buttons.”

“Hummm, yes I do…” And he kissed her lips again, before saying, “And you really know how to clear my mind.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet, sexy woman.”

She pushed him over and laid her head on his shoulder, “Yes, I am… yours.”

The woman takes one last sip from her cup and closes her book. As she stands up to leave, she looks at him and smiles. “Have a nice afternoon.”

Startled, he stammers, “Yyyou too, try to stay dry.”

Laughing, she nods toward the big windows, “The sun’s out. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

She picks up her shopping bags, replaces the book, puts her coat and purse on one arm, picks up the umbrella and bags in her other hand and she walks out the door with a little jingle of the bell.

He looks down at the blinking curser on his empty screen and begins to type.

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Hiking the Tamarac

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Backpacking doesn’t really strike one, at first glance, as a sensuous sport, but it is to me. I love walking, and to me, energy is life, and challenging my body in the wilderness is a sensual, consuming experience. The clean air of the country, the slightly sweet odor of decay in the woods on a warm afternoon, the stinging shock of a plunge into an icy stream or lake – these exhilarate the senses and leave me feeling wonderfully vigorous and alert. Another inseparable part of being in the wilderness, for me, is sexuality. I always get horny when I am in the wild. I think the wild brings out the primal instincts in me and the animal urges are even stronger than usual. I often find the need to stop and masturbate. I love the feeling of freedom as I strip naked in a clearing and Jack off right there in the open sunlight, letting my cum shoot out into the clear, fresh air.

It was while I was hiking near the Kekekabic Trail in the arrowhead of Minnesota that I met a girl aptly named for the huntress of the woods, and perfectly attuned to my own preoccupations.

I was four days out on a ten-day trip and hadn’t seen another hiker in forty-eight hours. I was off the Kekekabic now, on a trail called the Tamarac Trail, moving through country seldom used except by committed and serious wilderness-seekers. Therefore I was mildly surprised to find someone making for the same high pass I was heading for, but when a look through the binoculars revealed that it was a woman, I was intrigued.

She was an hour ahead of me and 300 feet higher, but even at that distance there was no mistaking her sex, and I could make out long blonde hair and strong legs pumping smoothly beneath tan shorts. But much more remarkable than a solitary female hiker in this remote area was that it looked very much as if she were hiking without anything on above the waist – except, of course, for the pack on her back. It seemed odd that she would risk meeting someone bare-breasted on the trail, but I suppose she might have time to slip on a shirt and avoid embarrassment if she saw another hiker approaching — and there was little chance of meeting anyone I this area anyway. She must be a bit of an exhibitionist, too. I like that.

I knew then that I’d like to meet her. I eagerly started up the trail, admittedly motivated by my sexual arousal. I soon lost sight of her and became absorbed in the climb through the thin fresh air.

My thoughts were never too far from this fascinating woman ahead of me, though – her bare glistening tits and that trim, wonderful body that I saw in the binoculars. I bet the sweat is running down between her breasts and maybe dripping off her nipples like milk for a baby. I wish I could lick the sweat from her body and suck on her nipples.

Two hours later I was over the pass, descending to Hatchet Lake, where I knew there was a beautiful campsite. I had completely lost track of my mysterious hiking companion, though I hadn’t stopped thinking abut her. On the contrary, I had reviewed several delicious fantasies regarding what she was like, how big and how tan her breasts were, and whether she felt the same erotic surge I felt when I pushed my body near its limits in this very isolated wilderness.

I saw her campfire smoke before I saw her; it was curling up from the only good campsite on the lake. Though I respect another hiker’s privacy, the overgrown trail that we were on went in that direction, so I could hardly avoid passing close by.

I was reluctant to barge in on her privacy, but too excited not to. I am not good at “the chase game” so I would be very matter of fact about our meeting. She had no idea that I was lusting after her like a teenager in a whorehouse.

Her cheerful “Hi there!” startled me and she quickly introduced herself as “EVE”. I hadn’t heard a voice in two days, and her feminine softness sounded incongruous to me among the twisted pines and huge boulders. I felt like I was in a dream.

She sounded nice, and seemed very pleasant. I wish I could drop to my knees and press my face to her crotch, but I knew I would have to keep up the proper decorum and be respectfully polite. There is no way anything was going to happen between us. If I gave the slightest hint that I was interested in her on a personal level, I was sure she’d get all uptight and nervous — maybe even mad. I wished girls had the same animal desires that we men do. That would make things so pleasant and easy. At this point we would just decide if we like each other. If we were compatible, we would just take off our clothes and make love. We could keep each other company on the hike and keep each other warm tonight in the same sleeping bag. But that is not the way things are in reality.

I said “HI”, and introduced myself as “KURT” and said, “I saw you hiking earlier on the other side of the pass….”

Eve interrupted, “I know”, and smiled…. “I saw you watching through your binoculars”, and nodded toward the glasses still bursa escort suspended on my chest….

So, she knew I was watching her! I just pretended that she was too far away for me to see that she wasn’t wearing a shirt. I just acted like everything was very normal.

She was now wearing a half T-shirt, which exposed her flat stomach and her trim waist. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her full breasts lifted the fabric away from her ribs, and her dark areolas shaded the thin, damp material. The nipples, though not fully erect, made enticing bumps at the end of the large swells in her T-shirt.

Her tits were even larger than I had hoped! She was so beautiful she made me ache for her. I wanted to fondle her breasts so bad I couldn’t concentrate. I felt like I was drugged. If only she knew how badly I wanted her and how wonderful a lover I would be for you. I know I would make her happy if she would just let me — and let me know what pleases her. I would do anything to please her.

I wanted to admit that I noticed through the binoculars that she had not been wearing a shirt. I thought to myself how I had been staring at her as if I hadn’t seen a woman in months and had developed a raging hard-on when I realized that she had no shirt on, but I managed to respond to her statement by ignoring it and saying, “It looks as if you’ve taken my favorite campsite!”

Eve said (still grinning), that she was sorry about that, and that I could find lots of places to pitch a tent on the other side of the lake. She could tell that my heart sank, and added that if I wanted to, she had no objection to my sharing this one with her.

Yeah, I knew I could find another site across the lake. That would have been the proper thing to do. That’s what I always did — the proper thing. I wished that someday I could figure out how to let a woman know that I was attracted to her and get things to work out so I didn’t have to always do the proper thing. Oh well! But wait! She said I could share this one! No. Yes! She did! Maybe she wanted something to happen between us. Maybe she wanted me like I wanted her! No, she was just being polite. Most girls would insist that I stay over on the other side, but this Eve was different. She was more self-confident. She seemed to know she was in charge and didn’t have to be afraid of me. Somehow she had already figured out that I would never hurt her or do anything she didn’t want. I wondered if she could tell even further, that I would do anything for her if only she would allow me to be close to her. She could see how anxious I was to talk to her. I hoped she didn’t notice that I could hardly keep my eyes from staring at her tits beneath that cut-off, and that my dick was getting so hard I could hardly stand up straight. I was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. Was she trying to drive me crazy?)

I wanted to stay, and said so. Already my heart had climbed back into my throat. She was beautiful; about thirty-four, three years younger than me, superbly fit and well tanned, but there was also something electrically glamorous about her, and glamour is hard to come by in the wilderness. Even in those clunky boots and that ragged T-shirt, she looked like she had stepped out of the pages of a sexy fashion magazine.

She was going to let me stay there with her! I felt like jumping for joy and shouting, but I had to be cool. I couldn’t let her know how excited I was. Besides, she was probably just being practical. She was so wonderfully beautiful! She would never want anything intimate to do with me. She looked like a Golden Goddess! Her sexy body was driving me nuts! I wanted her so badly I wished I could taste her. I would lick her fantastic legs from her feet all the way up to her pussy. I bet her pussy was hot and fragrant after hiking all day — just the way I like it! I would love to give her whole body a sponge bath with my tongue. The pungent taste of her cunt would make me so hot I would probably cum just from licking her

Yet the outdoors was written all over her. Her hair blew about her gorgeous face, and she wore that glow of health only strenuous exercise in the open air can produce. Her legs were shapely and strong. She had hazel-green eyes, a sensuous mouth, and a wonderful curvaceous body. I longed to press my lips to hers, to touch her body and to feel her hands on my flesh.

I dismissed those thoughts as I shrugged off my pack and began unloading my gear. We talked about all the things hikers talk about – the trail, the weather, the hills…..

Both because my thoughts were driving me crazy and because I knew they would never really happen, I drove them away and got back to reality. We talked about normal stuff and she seemed like a very interesting person. We cooked together over the fire and ate cross-legged on the ground. It was a remarkable situation. In all the moving about, doing chores and cooking, it was as if our movements around the fire were choreographed, like a well-rehearsed and bursa escort bayan intimate ballet. But she was so beautiful that I could not keep my mind on normal things.

The working together, cooking and eating together was very nice. It was a form of intimacy and it made me desirous of more. I had truly enjoyed the last couple of hours together. I wanted to finish the evening off by crawling into the sleeping bag together and making love. When we first met I wanted her sexually, like an animal. Now, I still wanted her that way, but I know now what automatically attracted me to her. I appreciated her knowledge and her skills. I respected her for being out here alone. I felt warm and tender towards her. Now, we would actually be “making Love”, not just having “Sex”.

Several times I touched Eve. Each time she smiled at me rather as if she were in possession of a happy secret, a secret she might share with me by and by. She smelled good, like a pine forest and she was totally unabashed at encountering a strange man fifty miles from nowhere. In fact, she almost seemed to regard our meeting as arranged, though nothing could have been further from the truth.

I took a few opportunities to tentatively touch her as we were moving around and working together. She didn’t seem to mind when I touched her. She Wasn’t afraid, that was for sure, but I couldn’t tell if she liked me to touch her, would rather I didn’t, didn’t care, or worse – didn’t even notice.

As the daylight faded and the cool of the evening crept in, we built up the fire and took off our boots and spread our sleeping bags to catch the warmth of the flames. As we spread our sleeping bags out, I longed to be able to zip them together and slide in together. Just the sight of the inside of her sleeping bag was arousing to me. It was sort of like seeing her used underwear. If she were to go away from the campsite at this moment I think I would bury my face in her bag and try to smell, and somehow capture, her scent and her essence. How it happened that she came to be in my arms, I don’t know, but I was suddenly kissing that wonderful mouth with a blood-hound excitement that surprised even me. Her body was strong and firm and her bare legs, warmed by the fire, felt smooth and strong against mine.

Did I do that without thinking? Was it all right? I guess it was; she was kissing me back! Or was I kissing her back? Oh, my! Her lips were delicious – so full and soft. Our tongues cautiously searched for the other. I felt her press into me. Her wonderful full breasts squished against my chest. I felt her heat. Her strong tan thighs pressed into mine. They were incredibly smooth and firm. I pushed my pelvis into her unconsciously. I wondered if you noticed that my cock was rock-hard. I wondered if this was heading where I thought it was — where I ached to go! A thought deep down in my subconscious was wondering if this was where you had been aching to go, too.)

After a moment, Eve disengaged and, in a single graceful movement, shucked off her tiny shirt. Like the rest of her, her breasts were magnificent — firm, succulent, large and inviting. Reaching out, I gently traced their soft curves with my hands and teased the large, hard nipples with my fingertips. As I touched her, she trembled and closed her eyes to savor my slow enjoyment of her breasts. We settled down onto her sleeping bag and despite our obvious desire for each other, there seemed to be no hurry for either of us. Our isolation, the stillness of the mountains, the warmth of the fire, all created a languor that kept our desires in gentle check.

Oh, my God, she was showing her gorgeous, full tits to me, offering them to me! I had to concentrate to keep my mouth from dropping open. Automatically, I reached out and tenderly fondled those wonderful melons. They were so soft and full and firm. I felt like I might cream my shorts! She was enjoying the attention I was giving to her tits, and this relaxed me a little and excited me terribly at the same time. I was dreamily fondling her breasts and feeling her heat. My senses were acute. I looked at the beautiful soft curves of her breasts. They hung down from their weight, but were firm, and stood out proudly. Her nipples were hard and large and begged for attention. I saw her pretty face, her large, dark eyes, her smooth cheeks, her pretty nose and soft chin. I smelled her sweet breath, her hair her body. I could smell her arousal. We were now lying on her sleeping bag. The air was fresh and cooling fast as the night enveloped us. I moved in closer as I felt the cool night air on my back in contrast to the wonderful warmth of Eve. The campfire flickered nearby. I could hear her breathing, which was deep and regular. I could hear the crickets, the crackling of the orange flames, the loons on Hatchet Lake and the many night sounds that come from the forest. She must have been reading my mind! To take away any doubt of where we were going, Eve stood up, silhouetting herself escort bursa against the twilight. She smiled down at me with that enigmatic smile I was beginning to find so exciting and tossed her hair over her shoulders. In a single fluid movement, she slipped her hiking shorts and panties over the flare of her hips and over her smooth thighs, kicking them to the side and revealing the trim splendor of her nudity.

She was not embarrassed; she was leading the way. She watched me with that erotic, sensual smile, never taking her eyes from mine as she stripped. She watched my obvious arousal with satisfaction and I could see the rush of power that moved through her. I was so turned on by her wonderful nakedness, her openness and her control, that I hardly know what to do. I just hoped I was not drooling! I knew my cock was.

In the clear air of the hilltop, with the first stars beginning to blink in the evening sky she was like a living statue, the Goddess of the Wilderness in glowing flesh. She was perfect. With her legs apart and her hands on her hips, she appeared content to let me look at her as long as it pleased me. Her only movement was to shift slightly, planting a bare foot on either side of my body and exposing a hint of her lovely pouting lips peeking from her bush. Her pose told me that she was mine to gaze upon as I wished.

“No, don’t move,” Eve said as I started to rise. “Let me, Kurt.”

Kneeling across my legs, she unfastened my belt and stripped off my shorts and underwear. As she pulled them down, my cock practically leapt up in her face Now I knew I was in heaven. I thought I had managed to control my mouth from gaping and drooling in my lust for her, but I couldn’t control my cock. As Eve’s wonderful warm hands released it from my shorts we both saw its slick, shiny wetness from the pre-cum that was dripping from the end. She didn’t mind; in fact she seemed happy and hungry for it. She kissed its head slowly and sensually. I saw my juice on her lips. I twitched uncontrollably when she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside of my cockhead. As she pulled away, I could see my pre-cum shining on her lovely lips and a stringy strand kept her pretty lips and my throbbing cock connected as if they are straining to stay together.

She told me the big bulge she had been watching was more than she could stand. She said she wanted me from the first moment she laid eyes on me — that my dark eyes, strong build and tanned skin made her wet with desire. She said I had Dark eyes that she wanted to get lost in and a boyish, innocent, sensual type smile that crept easily across my lips. She said I looked to be about 5’11” and weigh about 200 lbs. and have a body that gets worked out on a regular basis, along with a nice tight ass that would be perfect for sinking my rod deep inside her. It was wonderful to know that she wanted me in the same intense, wanton, uninhibited, boundless, insatiable way that I wanted her!

Now, she went on, her most daring, erotic fantasy was about to come true. Now, she was the HUNTRESS instead of the HUNTED. Eve had always dreamed of meeting a man in the wilderness and taking him instead of him taking her. This was her chance and she wasn’t about to let it slip away or let it pass her by. She said she wanted me and desired me. She wanted to ride me like a Cowboy rides a Bucking Horse at the Rodeo. She wanted me to feel her hot throbbing Pussy slowly choking…. massaging…. gripping…. grasping … the head of my huge, erect, rock-hard, purple-headed rod. She wanted to savor every moment of my entering her hot and sticky Honey Pot.

I didn’t tell her that this was also my dream – to have her want me like I wanted her. To have her pursue me, because then I would know she wanted me and I would not have to worry about pushing too hard or too fast. Oh, her wonderful, fragrant Pussy! How beautiful! Her feeling this way and having these thoughts was unbelievably wonderful!

The moist whisper of her lips brought a groan to my throat. Again she smiled that enigmatic smile and slithered forward to gather herself above my hardness. I could feel the heat of her as she paused, relishing the moment. Without taking her eyes from mine she reached down and guided my erection to her wet, ready sex and slowly – – very slowly- – – sank down upon it.

I moaned, “Oh, this is heaven! Slide down my pole! Impale yourself on my cock. We will lose ourselves in our passion. I feel your hot cunt swallowing my cock.”

She was moving in a way to make the sensations the fullest for both of us. I relished the feel and watched hungrily as her breasts jiggled and swayed with her efforts. She was strong and her passion high. She was making love to my dick with her pussy. We were devouring each other with our eyes and our hands and our mouths and our unbridled passion. It was rapturous for both of us. As her moist pussy slid down onto my cock, I felt I was being engulfed by a pot of warm honey. Her eyes widened, startled at the penetration as she impaled herself inch by inch on my shaft. Her mouth opened in a sigh, a breathy moan as she lowered herself onto me, while triumph mingled with excitement in her face.

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Rain. 1

Hi. This is Vikram. I’m 23 years of age and will graduate as Doctor this year.

This is story of me and my Bhabhi. We were living as family in Mumbai with my Father (Who is a businessman), Mother(Housewife), an elder brother Vijay(28 yrs of age and Engineer), his wife Sujata(My dear Bhabhi, 27 yrs of age and housewife) and myself.

We were very happy family. I was like younger brother to my Bhabhi.

I had always respected my Bhabhi as my elder sister and we had very healthy and friendly relationship. I used to discuss my girlfriends with her and used to tell her how I proposed one and flirted with other and all that. Finally I fell in love with Puja who was also studying wih me. Puja was nice girl with perfect figure, look and good sense of humor but her one draw back was that she is short tempered and used to get angry on many small, small things. Bhabhi helped me a lot in this relationship. She also gave me money to buy gifts or other things for her and also advised in events of strains in our relationship. My Bhabhi is very soft hearted and emotional person and I like this characteristic of her very much. And in look she will certainly compete with any typical Bhabhi of Ekata Kaoor’s serial and easily win over them. She is 5’5″ tall, fair, slim with perfect curves and figure. She is really beautiful.

In this way our life was going smooth even on bumpy road of life. But one car accident took life of my brother and our life changed forever. We completely broke down after this incidence and Bhabhi was one who was affected most by it. She used to cry whole day and in night also one could hear sobbing sound from her room. She took nearly 4 months to come out of those sad feelings and to live as normal life. I tried a lot to make her happy and feel comfortable in that house in which she had entered with her husband to live for whole life but destiny took her companion in middle of their journey living her all alone. But as days passed she recovered and our bond was getting more and more stronger. I started to take her to shopping and all that. I used take care of her a lot. I was spending more and more time withmy Bhabhi and I was enjoying it. I was so happy in her company. I never felt same when I used to with Puja. And so I was loosing interest in Puja. I always used to compare her with Bhabhi and in each case Bhabhi was in wining side. And finally we broke up. But I was not feeling bad. I don’t know why but now I was feeling that I don’t need girlfriend. At this point of time I was not ready to accept that I love my Bhahi but ya I kow that I CARES a lot for her!

Then after nearly two year of that incidence Bhabhi’s sister delivered a baby and so she planned to visit her in Nagpur.

On that day morning when she had to leave we all were feeling so sad and specially me.

Because I was so used to with Bhabhi in house that I was on the verge of crying. She noticed that and came near to me. She caressed my hairs and said that “What happened Vicky. It’s just a matter of couple of weeks. I will be back soon. Don’t feel bad ok. And take care of Puja. She is little stupid but ignore her mistakes and don’t fight with her. And hurry up. I will get late. Are you coming to drop me on the Station or not? Hurry up.”

I unwillingly took her suitcase in my hand and sat in the car. She took blessings from my parents and came down and sat in the front seat. I knew she was also feeling sad while leaving but was trying to hide it behind that false smile.

We were heading to station but our fortune had something other in its mind. On that day it was raining from early in the morning. Many roads were jammed due to water. And rain was not even slowing down. Bhabhi was getting tense but was trying to calm down. After driving for nearly half an hour we got struck in the traffic. We were moving inch by inch and finally at one place we had to stop. Rain was pouring heavily and water started rising on streets. Peoples started leaving their cars and were walking on flooding roads. So it was clear that we will not be able to catch the train. But now it was impossible even to go back. Bhabhi was now really scared. She looked at me and said, “Vicky lets go back home”. “Leave the car here only and we will go by taxi.” I was also thinking same so when I tried to open the door, I could not open it.

It was jammed due to pressure of water from out side. Now we were in real trouble. We tried all possible ways but could not succeed. Water was rising and it reached till window. We even tried to break the glass but we could not. It was too tough to break by hand. We thought that we will not able to go out of car and so will die here only. Bhabhi now really broke down and started crying. So I went near her and while consoling took her in my arms and told her “don’t worry we will be all right. Don’t afraid.” Then she bursa escort said, “Vicky I am not afraid of my life. I am a widow and have no one to cry behind me. It doesn’t matter that I die today or after 50 years, it is one and the same. I am afraid for you. You have future waiting for you. You have to take care of Mummy and Daddy. And you got unnecessarily in trouble due to me. I am so sorry. Please forgive me.” Just imagining her death I realized that how much I cares (OR LOVE) for her and I said “Bhabhi don’t ever say that. You are not alone. I care a lot for you. I can’t even think to live without you. and if any thing bad happened to you, then that day will also be last day of my life. Don’t worry, trust me. I will take us out.” She was looking in my eyes. She had no word to say. She may have felt my feelings. We hugged each other. Her body melted in me. We remained like that for nearly 15 minutes. I was caressing her back and took hold of her face and wiped her tears. She was looking so beautiful, I felt to kiss her then and there on her lips but I restrained my self. I kissed her on forehead. Till that time water had reached just few inches below the roof of car and was stared to enter inside from don’t know where.

Then I remembered that there is tool kit in the drawer of dashboard. I took out spanner from that and broke the front glass. Suddenly streams of water entered in car and we both got fully drenched in that. Then first I got out of car and then helped Bhabhi to come out. Then I also took suitcase from car and we started walking in that water which was now above our waist. My hand was on her waist and she was also holding me same way. We were not talking anything. She was so confused after hearing that intense statement from me. She was not able to decide that how actually I feel for her. Did I only cares her as Dever(Brother-in-law) or it is something else. I was also fighting with my own feelings.

Then I looked around and the scene around us was so scary. Couples of dead bodies were floating on water. In one car there were four people who were died due to drowning. After seeing them I thanked god for saving us.

Then there was another problem. We had to take some shelter because it was no point to walk in that much water. We searched for room in couple of hotels but no luck. Then we found that some people were going in one building. We also entered it. On first floor there was big hall (like used for marriage ceremony). Lot of peoples were sitting there for shelter. We also decided to sit in one corner till the rain stop and water go down. There were bathrooms in one side where we got cleaned ourselves little bit. Then we eat some food which I had brought from near by grocery shop.

I was now nearly 8.00PM. Rain was still pouring heavily. We both were so quite and no one was willing to talk. But then I realized that even though we were not talking we were sitting so close to each other that no Dever and Bhabhi used to sit like that. We both were resting on wall and She had rested her head on my shoulder. Her one hand was on my chest. Her eyes were closed. Then I caressed her hairs for some time and kissed her forehead. She didn’t move even an inch. I thought she was sleeping. So I called her lightly and to my surprise she moved her head and looked in my eyes and said “What?”. I said, “Nothing”.

She smiled at me and again kept her head on my shoulder. The time was passing, all people around us were panicked and were cursing rain but we were so calm because this rain had shown us the reality we were denying. I was loving my Bhabhi more than anything but still I was afraid to tell it even to myself. Same way Bhabhi realized that she is not alone in this world. In that panicking situation also she was feeling so safe and pampered.

Then I looked in the watch and it was 11.30PM. Many people around us were sleeping. Lights were made deem. I told Bhabhi that we should also sleep now.

Bhabhi took out one saree from suitcase and we took it on our bodies to protect us from cold.

She was lying on her back and I was facing towards her. I kept my one leg on her legs and one hand on her tummy. Then after some time she turned and faced me. Our eyes met. We both were awake. This time she came closer and kissed me on my lips. I replied and our intensity increased. It was feeling so natural that no one felt that it is something like sin. Finally the ice was broken. We had come closer not only by only mind but also physically. After long time we got apart. We looked at each other. Then she looked down. Now she was feeling shy. She buried her face in my chest. I was so aroused that my dick was at its full length. It was poking her near her stomach. But I know that she is not going to mind it. I pressed her more close to me. Her grip was also tightening on me. This time while caressing her back I didn’t bursa escort bayan stop at middle but by proceeding further I reached till her ass and pressed her both chicks. And repeated this act , don’t how many times. Then I pressed my one knee further. So she parted her legs little apart and I kept my leg between hers.

I was so happy that my lovely Bhabhi was in my arms allowing me to love her and even responding positively. But I had to stop proceeding further because around us there were nearly 100 to 200 people sleeping and if they came to know what we were doing then it would have caused problem. So I calmed my self down and we slept in that position only.

In the morning when we woke up I was feeling so fresh and joyful and Bhabhi also had smile on her face. I gave her quick peck on her lips and went to get fresh. After coming back I asked her also to get fresh up and left to arrange for some breakfast.

Rain had stopped till now but there were hundreds and thousands of cars on road which people had left, so it was going to take may be a day or two to come situation normal. But now I was not caring for it. My problem was that I needed some privacy with my Bhabhi. Then I would have stayed here till last day of earth. So I went to a near by shopkeeper and asked him that where I could get a room. He told me that he has one room on roof of the near by building where he leaves, but asked for Rs 2000. I said, “Ok but show me the room.”

He took me there. After having look at the room I paid for him. The room was nothing but just four walls and nothing else and cheap carpet on the floor. Only good thing it had was that it was with attached bathroom. I went back and told her that “it will take some more time to get normal so I have rented a room so let’s go there”. She didn’t say a word. May be she was knowing my plan or may be she also wanting the same. While going we had breakfast and also took some parcel for lunch.

After entering she had one look at the room. I thought that she might not like the room but she said nothing. She removed some clothes from bag and went to take bath. When she came out, she was wearing blouse and petticoat. I was looking at her. First time she was standing in front of me in that much less cloths. Her breasts were looking prominent and round like two large sized apples. Her slim tummy and a navel on it and below it those curves of ass were looking so sexy that she was looking like goddess of love and kama.

She was looking down and was wearing saree. Then she slowly looked up and asked me to take bath. I said, ” I have no clean clothes to wear.” Then she smiled and said that there is one clean saree in bag, take it and tie around your waist. I got aroused just by thinking of tying her saree around me. I took it and went to bathroom. Then I took bath and after drying myself I tied that precious saree around me. My dick was making tent in front side. I came out and looked for Bhabhi. She was standing in door looking out side. I went slowly behind her hugged her from behind. She startled due to my sudden attack but recovered from surprise and rested her head on my chest backward. My dick was pressed in her ass. I said, “Bhabhi….”

She said, “huh”.

“May I ….”

She turned back and smiled at me and said, “Stupid. You are so cute”. And caressed my face. We came closer and kissed on lips. Then I pressed my tongue on her lips. She parted them. I entered her mouth and our tongues met. Its warm touch felt so good.

We smooched for long time. I roamed my hands freely all over her back from her head, then neck, then shoulder, then waist(I stayed there little longer),then her beautiful ass. I slightly squeezed it and then build the pressure till she said, “ouch…,you naughty.”

Then I closed the door and took her in my both hand and led her to the center of the room.

Then I started slowly removing her cloths one by one. First I took hold of her loose end of saree and pulled it. She rolled around herself and it all the way came into my hands.

Then I slowly removed buttons of her blouse. Her eyes were closed. I stopped after opening two buttons. She opened her eyes. There was question in her eyes that why you stopped. I said, “Don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch me while I remove your cloths. Got me” A slight smile waved on her face and she gave nod. Then I opened her third button, then next and finally last one and the blouse opened. I removed it. Now she was standing in bra and petticoat in front of me. Her marble like white globes were clad in that tight bra. Her boobs were shouting at me to set them free. Then I turned her around and opened the hook of her bra and removed it. Her bare back was looking so beautiful. I caressed it slowly and kissed her on shoulder. She shivered and stepped back to rest on me. But I also moved back a escort bursa little not allowing her to do so. Then I turned her again. Now she was facing me with bare boobs. I went near and had a closer look at it. I gave a slight jerk to it and squeezed them. I took both nipples in my fingers and played with it. Her breathings were heavy and her chest was moving up and down rapidly. She tried to hug me but I stopped and made her stand still. She had become restless. Then in one swift I pulled the string of her petticoat and it fell down making circle around her feet. Now she was complete naked.

I was not able to believe my eyes. She was so so so beautiful. My caring and loving Bhabhi, whom I had respected so much and about whom I had not even dreamed any sexual act was standing complete nude in front of me and was looking so vulnerable. She was trembling. I had a complete look at her from top to bottom. There was a dark patch of bush on her cunt. She might had stopped taking care of herself after being widow. But I like woman’s cunt with dark bush and it was like my desire. Then I went closer and asked her to open saree tied around my waist. She tried to open the knot of that saree but her hands were shaking. Finally she succeed and that saree fell down. Now I was also standing nude in front of her. She had a quick look at my dick. Then she looked in my eye. She was feeling shy. I asked her “Take it in your hand. It won’t bite.” A trembling hand came forward and touched my dick.

Oh….. It felt so good. A current went thro’ me and I grabbed her and pulled towards me. I showered hundreds of kisses on her face, neck and boobs and my hands were playing on her back. I kept both my palms on her ass chicks. They fitted on them perfectly. I pressed both ass chicks towards me and in the process she got lifted up little and so that my dick got trapped in junction of her legs. She was pulled up and was bit uncomfortable but she was trying her best to balance on her tow and taking my support to stay in that position. She also felt pressure on mouth of her cunt and was moaning slightly. We played like that with each other for some time.

Then I made her to lie down. Then I parted her legs and adjusted myself in between them and kept my mouth near her cunt. I smelled there and slowly licked places around it. She was wet there and her juices were flowing like flood. She was not touched there by a man for last 2 years. She was moaning heavily. Then I played with her bush for some time. Then I parted her cunt lips and I slightly licked her clit. She shivered and took hold of my head and pressed it downward. And said ,”Please… Vicky. Don’t tease me. Please lick me deep. Please….”. Then I buried my tongue further started fucking her with my tongue. Initially I was slow but slowly and steadily I increase my speed. Finally I was licking very rapidly and furiously. She also started pushing her hips up and was pushing my head down with her hands. My head was locked completely between her legs and hands. Finally she was moving so fast that I came to know that she is near her orgasm. She was literally shouting and with one last push on my face she stopped. All my face got wet due to her juices. She lied there with her legs wide open and eyes closed. She was still breathing heavily. But I didn’t stop. I once again started licking her juices from her wet cunt.

I pushed her legs and asked her to fold them with her knee near her chest. Now her cunt as well as her cute butt hole was clearly in my view. I slightly licked on her ass hole with that she got tensed and tried to close her ass hole. I told her, “Relax don’t worry. Relax…” and caressed her inner thy. With that she eased down and relaxed her ass muscles. Then I started licking her cunt and ass hole in one go. After some time she got aroused again. Then I lied flat on her and adjusted myself so that tip of my dick was just above her cunt. Then in one go I pushed down and got buried completely. She moaned loudly, “aaaaaaahhhhhhh……”.As I had thought she was too tight there but as she was well lubricated and it was not her first time it didn’t hurt her. Then I started moving up and down with slow speed and each time I gave full thrust and so she moaned with each thrusts. She had rapped her legs on my ass. I went on increasing speed and finally we reached orgasm nearly same time.

I lied on her like that only for some more time. She released her grip of legs but her hands were still around me. When I was moving away she hold me tight and said, “Don’t take it out. It feels so good.” And kissed me. So I just rolled side way without loosing contact and pulled her ass more close to me. Till now my dick had gone limp but it couldn’t slide out due pressure from both of us. In that position only we both slept and don’t know when my limp cock came out of her love hole. But when I woke up, she was in deep sleep and I was hard again. I mounted on her again and stared our love act once more…..

We fucked sixth time before leaving next morning.

(What happened after going home I will tell you in next story…Bye.)

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Rachel’s Secret Diary Ch. 01

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November 13

Dear diary,

Today is my birthday, and I received this beautiful, Italian-leather bound journal from my parents! I am so excited to begin writing here. With my family always nosing about in my business (that means YOU, Mom, if you’re reading this, which you shouldn’t!), I need some alone time with my thoughts. So, here goes!

Tonight was great—so great! My family threw me a surprise party and I had no idea. We went out to dinner at that steakhouse where Louise met her boyfriend. I had the fish and chips, yum! I was hoping we would open my gifts there at the restaurant, but Mom said she was tired and wanted to go home. I was bummed, but what could I do? Mom stopped at Redbox and got a movie for us to watch. I really had no idea that they had planned something! I don’t remember if there were cars or anything outside the house, but when I walked in and the lights went on, I was so shocked I thought I’d pee my pants! Everyone was there—my grandparents, cousins, my best friend Sarah, and even my uncle Matt and aunt Helen.

The party was a lot of fun, and I got an iPod shuffle, a cool blue scarf, and even a new barbell for my tongue from Sarah. My Mom threw a fit over that, because she doesn’t like my piercings. Whatever, it’s been six months since I got it and she needs to get over it. My piercing and Sarah’s gift must have gotten uncle Matt’s attention though. When I went to the garage to get a soda, he followed me out there to get a beer. We had been talking about my turning eighteen and he was standing kinda close to me, like he always does. I don’t know if it was the excitement of my surprise birthday party or what, but his closeness didn’t creep me out.

Anyway, when I bent over to grab a drink from the fridge, Matt came up really close behind me and I could feel his thighs on my butt. I quickly straightened myself and turned around, embarrassed that he might have seen my panties underneath my dress. Matt smiled at me and then leaned in close to my ear. He kinda half-whispered, “So you’ve got a tongue ring…tell me what it’s good for.” I could feel his hot breath on my ear. Oh my God, I thought, did he mean what I thought he meant?! I didn’t know how to react or what to say, so I decided to play innocent.

“What do you think it’s good for?” I asked him, and giggled. He looked shocked, and I could tell that I got to him, because he didn’t say anything after that. Was he flirting with me? Could he know? There’s no way that anyone knows, especially him. Is it obviously written on my face that I want him?

Oh God, diary, I don’t know what to do!

Love,

Rachel

November 24

Dear diary,

Happy Thanksgiving! I had planned to write about all the things I am thankful for, but I have too much on my mind! You’ll never guess what happened. My dad’s side of the family was together for Thanksgiving like we always are. I had an early Christmas surprise for my aunt Helen—a homemade beret I knitted for her—so I was heading upstairs to my bedroom when I heard a strange scuffling sound from the upstairs bathroom. I didn’t think anyone was up there because most of the guests use the downstairs one during parties, so I opened the door. My uncle Matt was in there, with his back to me. When he quickly turned around, I saw that he had my pair of pink silk panties in his hand! It was clear to me that he had been looking for them, maybe to smell them, because my hamper was open and some of my clothes had fallen out. I had no idea what to do! He looked so guilty!

“Rachel,” he stammered, “oh my God.”

“What in the hell are you doing?” I asked him, even though it was obvious. He lowered my panties but did not give them back. “Were you…smelling …my panties?”

Matt hung his head, and I immediately regretted my tone. I smiled at him. bursa escort He clearly had no idea how much the sight of him holding my panties turned me on, and his guilty, hang-dog expression made me quiver. I wanted to reassure him, tell him that it was okay, but how could I? If I did, that would be admitting that I liked his advances and wanted him as much as it seemed he wanted me. And I knew that was bad—that kind of thinking could get us both into a lot of trouble. But hadn’t he already crossed that line? I thought so.

I took a few steps into my bathroom and quickly closed the door behind me. Before he could say a word, I snatched my panties back and hid them behind my back. I wanted to tease him a little.

“You’re a bad man, uncle Matt!” I hissed at him. “How could you smell my panties like that?! Pervert!”

His face was getting red, and he wouldn’t look at me. I reached a finger out as if to accuse him further; instead, I lifted his chin and forced him to stare into my eyes. He finally saw that I was smiling, and he looked confused.

“I did—I didn’t—smell them, Rachel. I didn’t get the chance.”

Well then, I thought, it’s now or never, as I slid closer to him and leaned back on the sink.

“Oh, you didn’t, did you? Well, that’s a shame. Here—” I reached down to the hem of my green satin dress, “see for yourself.” I lifted the edge of my dress slowly, revealing first my long dancer’s thighs, swathed in black stockings, then the curved roundness of my hips. Ever so slowly, I revealed the pure white triangle of satin and lace that made up my tiny panties. My mound, with its delicate dark brown hair, could clearly be seen through the shimmering fabric.

I lifted my skirt all the way to my trimmed waist, then jutted my hips towards him and leaned back on the sink. I grinned up at my uncle, knowing how enticing I looked, but he was looking at my pussy, his eyes fixated on the triangle of fabric that separated him from my luscious pearl and wet hole.

I can’t believe this is happening, I thought, but it really was. I was going to show my uncle Matt my pussy! Where would this end? Would I have the strength to stop it if we went too far? Did I want to?

My mind was racing, but I needn’t have worried, as my uncle finally snapped out of his fixed reverie. He bent over me and kissed me full on the mouth, startling me with his brusqueness and his warm, hot tongue. I tentatively slipped my tongue past his lips, and he groaned. That drove me to press deeper, sliding my steel piercing to his lips and opening my mouth wide. He was kissing me feverishly, like a drowning man desperate for air, and I let myself be kissed.

Suddenly, his calloused workman’s hands were on the satiny softness of my breasts, tugging at them, nearly tearing the flimsy fabric that encompassed my full bosom. Tearing his wet lips from mine, he kissed and licked my neck. I moaned deeply when he gently bit my neck, and I immediately felt the hardness I had suspected was in his pants stiffen further. I was getting my uncle off! Oh, but I was so wet already, I knew I was slippery and moist without even having touched myself to confirm.

All I could think of was seeing my uncle Matt’s hard cock. Was he big? Circumcised? Dripping with precum like I Imagined him to be in my dreams? I reached down to his khaki chinos to find out. Dragging my hands down the length of his body, I came to his hard, throbbing cock. Matt stopped biting and sucking on my neck only long enough to quickly unbutton and unzip his pants, which he let fall to his ankles. He had a huge cock! Just like I thought! I released his swollen member from the confines of his boxer briefs and hesitated for a moment before touching him.

“Don’t…don’t be afraid,” Matt moaned in my ear, “no one will know.”

“But uncle bursa escort bayan Matt,” I pleaded almost half-heartedly, “isn’t it wrong? Won’t we be punished?”

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Rachel. I’ve simply got to have you. I want to taste your sweetness here—” he said, slipping his hands down to my crotch and gently pulling on the elastic waistband of my panties, “and I can tell by how wet you are that you want me just as much.” How could I deny it? The evidence was spreading like a pool around my labia, turning my already sheer panties translucent.

“Lick my pussy, uncle Matt.” I moaned, drawing my lithe arm around his neck and pushing it gently toward my glistening mound. “Lick me until I cum for you.”

Matt did not hesitate, but bent down hurriedly and positioned himself between my thighs. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties, he drew them down over my hips, past my thighs, and let them drop at my ankles. He licked his lips, and smiled up at me, his eyes silently asking if I was ready. Oh God, I was!

He gently parted my pussy lips with his calloused, rough fingers. That is where his gentleness ended. Once he saw my sweet cunny exposed, with its shining pearl of a clit, he reached his tongue out and lapped at my pussy in great wide strokes. Immediately, my body shook with pleasure, and I spread my legs further to better accommodate his wide tongue. He licked and slurped at my pussy, spreading my pink rosy lips with his tongue and lips. He held me down with his hands as I began to buck against him, holding on to the sink for balance as he tongue-fucked me. I moaned with delight, which he echoed into my pussy, sending shivers of ecstasy through my body. I felt high as he licked and lapped at my sweet cunny, nipping and roughly sucking on my clit until I thought I would burst with enjoyment.

Uh oh! I thought. I’m already going to cum, and I haven’t even tasted him yet! Though I am able to cum multiple times, the first one’s always the best and I wanted to savor it and save it until I could feel my uncle’s cock deep in my pussy.

“Oh, Matt, stop before I cum!” I wailed.

His lips glistening with my pussy juices, he smiled up at me and nodded, somehow knowing that I wanted to wait for him. He stood up as I dropped to my knees, hungrily grabbing at his throbbing cock.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Matt waved his cock from my impatient hands, “naughty niece! Hold still and open your mouth as wide as you can. I want you to suck my cock, and suck it well.”

“I will!” I cried, desperate for his dick to be in my mouth. I opened my mouth wide for him as he ever so slowly positioned his thick, reddish-purple head to my lips. I could taste the hot saltiness of his precum and I knew he was as excited as I to be sucking his cock. With one fluid motion, he grabbed the back of my head with both hands, holding on to my hair, and slid his hot veiny cock into my mouth nearly to the hilt. I gagged instinctively and he moaned. He pressed his whole cock to the back of my throat until I could take no further then quickly pulled out of my mouth, leaving a rope of spit from my lips to his shaft. Again, he drove his dick deep into my mouth, face-fucking me until my eyes watered a bit. I could taste his deep sultry sweat smell and feel my jaw tighten as I struggled to accommodate his massive prick.

“Oh God, Rachel, suck my cock,” he grunted at me, as he thrust his hips in rhythm to his jutting dick’s thrusts, “fuck me with your tongue like a good girl!”

I could feel his body begin to tense as I gripped his balls in my left hand and slid my tongue around the base of his head where I knew he’d be the most sensitive. He shuddered as I popped his head into my mouth and sucked hard on it, drawing the rest of his huge cock into my mouth as I kept the suction on his head. escort bursa I moved my head in rhythm with his hip thrusts and sucked his cock as hard as I could, all the while thinking this is a dream, this can’t really be happening! But it was!

Matt whimpered as if he was about to cum, but I wasn’t going to get him off that easy! Popping his dick quickly out of my mouth, I got to my feet and faced him. “Fuck me, uncle Matt!” I cried. “My little pussy is aching for you! Fuck me until I cum!”

Matt needed no further instruction, and he grabbed my hips and turned me around so that my bare ass was towards him. With one strong hand, he pushed on my back until I was bent at an angle so he could enter me doggy-style. I heard him moan again when he got another look at my pussy and saw my tiny virgin asshole. He spread my pussy with his hands, moistened the tip of his cock with some spit, and then poised himself over my swollen lips. I looked at him in the mirror and could see his face clearly. When he caught me looking at him, he smiled and with a great thrust, drove his cock deep into my pussy. I let out a great cry of ecstasy and pleasure as he drove into me to the hilt.

“Fuck me, uncle Matt!” I cried again.

Matt slowly pulled out of my sopping pussy then slid in again to the hilt. Roughly he began to fuck me, jamming in quick and hard, and pulling out slow and steady. I felt filled up with his hard cock that stretched my tight teen pussy and made it grip his steely shaft. Back and forth he plowed into me, forcing my back further and further down and my ass up high in the air. He began pumping harder and harder into me, moaning deep into my long dark brown hair.

“You like it, don’t you, you dirty girl? You like when your uncle fucks your tight pink pussy?” He moaned and grunted at me below him.

“Yes! Yes! More, please, oh God, fuck me harder!”

In response, Matt slammed his cock into me over and over, furiously fucking my sweet cunny and giving me shivers of anticipation of the orgasm I knew couldn’t be far behind. When he bit my shoulder and slammed his dick into my pussy balls-deep until I could hear my ass slapping against his waist, I knew it was too much for me and that I was gonna cum no matter what. I let out a cry I knew my whole family probably could hear downstairs and told my dear uncle I was going to cum all over his hard cock.

The first wave of my orgasm made me hold my breath and made my legs shake with pleasure and a strange sense of pain for having been filled to the brim with my uncle’s heady cock. Moaning and gripping the faucet for fear of falling, I looked into the mirror to see my uncle’s contorted face as he was about to cum himself.

“Ah, Rachel, your pussy is so good! I’m gonna cum!” Just as he blurted that out, he drove his cock as deep in me as he possibly could and I felt a hot stream of cum shoot inside my womb—great spurts of warmth that spread all throughout my belly and filled me to the brim. Shaking and nearly delirious himself, Matt heaved his body on top of mine and panted deeply.

Though I wanted to stay lying there beneath him forever, I knew we had to get back to the party, and quickly! We had been upstairs for nearly twenty minutes, surely someone would be suspicious, and I had even promised my aunt Helen I would get her the hat I made!

I threw Matt a towel to wipe his face, put a finger to my lips to silence him, and slid into my panties. We had no time to consider what we had done, we had to get back and act like nothing was amiss. Hurriedly, Matt dressed, washed his face and hands, and left the bathroom to return to the party. I sat on the edge of the tub, my mind still reeling. I had no one to share this exciting and dangerous experience with—until I thought of my new trusted diary.

So now what? Will we ever have sex again? I know Matt will want to, and I certainly do! I can’t believe I had sex with my uncle, and I hope it happens again and again! Diary, I’ve been fucked by my uncle—can you believe it?

Love,

Rachel

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Higher Rollers Need to Unwind Too

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*Definition of a “high roller”-a person who is in high demand for their trade, a person who works 70 plus hours a week, barely sleeps, and has major bank. Like Millions of $$- money. Not your typical 9 to 5 job. They can be a President of the United States, a Wall Street dude bro., a Stock Market Analyst, the best Civil Rights Esquire on the North East Coast, a NFL Tight End…the list goes on. And do not assume the above mentioned are all men.

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Chapter One:

December 31, 2018.

The petite in statute but curvy in the right places, silver -blond haired, classy woman headed towards the coat check from the company party which was in the most famous hotel in New Orleans, of which she had forgotten the name simply because( she giggled to herself), one, she was lit . As she made her way to the elevator, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and leaned against the cool wall. Flushed, her breathing increased from..well, excitement. She was thinking really hard about what just transpired a short while ago.

A short while ago…

The law firm decided to celebrate its success in winning a huge settlement, so the “Boss” decided to take the staff members, no pluses allowed, to New Orleans for a 3 day weekend.

Lil could not believe her sister! Lil-or Lilith found the joints when she opened her wallet to grab some cash to pay for her drinks and dinner when a deep voice came from behind her, startling her, spoke up, and she squeaked, quickly shoving the wallet into her purse before turning around. Her employer, her boss, Mr. T., lightly placed his hand on her back, as he caught her blushing and shoving something into her purse, he spoke to the staff, telling them that he was paying for her meals for the stay. Lil gasped and stuttered, flustered with surprise, “But…No. I can’t allow that.” She stammered, blushing, lifting her blue, green gray eyes up at his 6 foot 3 inch frame. “I insist.” and with that he lightly steered Lil towards the balcony by the double doors.

“But, Mr. T. you have done more than enough. I..” Lil was cut off. She felt the warmth from his hand burn an imprint on her middle back as he held open one door and let her lead the way through the door into the typical v humid, muggy night known in New Orleans at this time of the year.

Lil had decided to wear a freshly bought Anne Klein baby blue sheer maxi summer dress. It was so hot in New Orleans. Lil did not handle humidity well. She was constantly dripping sweat so she decided to wear something so light that she would not feel it on her hot flesh. Everyone else wore something they normally would wear in the office.

Lil was glad there were not many lights on the balcony. She was unaware that when she left the very well lit room to the balcony, the lighting was just right to offer a glimpse of her body as she walked onto the balcony, the lights made her dress more sheer, Mr. T. gaped as she walked ahead of him. He watched her beautiful silhouette , her flared hips as they swayed, the bounce of her nude, full ass and when she turned to face him he saw the lovely shade of pink blush half satin brassier , a flash of thigh as the dress was unbuttoned at thigh height, before Lil shifted the material over her exposed leg. He shook his head. She literally had him speechless. And she had no idea.

Lil was completely oblivious. Mr. T. quickly found a seat and sat down and tossed his long legs up and got comfortable, inhaling the multitude of fragrances that caressed his nose. Lil sat in the wood recliner nearby and reclined back, ignoring the soft material as it glided off the side of her legs, falling to one side of her thighs. She closed her eyes, rested her head back and allowed the tension from her body to roll off and away with the music as it lilted through the muggy night.

“Again, I insist. A diligent employer recognizes the hard work of a team member, let him indulge.” He told Lil, and he adjusted himself as he watched her lift her ivory legs onto the recliner, as the soft material of her dress caressed her thighs as it settles in a pile, and as Lil leaned her head back, closing her eyes. Mr. T. did notice as she took a long, deep breath and let it go slowly, she rolled her shoulders back and down. She offered a soft, “Mmmm” as she exhaled.

For several minutes, they both sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts or just enjoying the sounds and ambiance. Or, was there something…more…something unseen by human eyes, flowing through the New Orleans night?

Lil never spent much time with Mr. T.. He was ALWAYS busy. He never took a vacation. NEVER. Lil was so used to Mr. T. striding fast, into his office and being glued to his computer, then running to the courts along with his million other commitments to organizations and community ties.

She wondered when he would breathe.

She knew he was a former football player in his glory days. He definitely was in good shape for his age she thought as she eyed his reflection in the glass doors as they strode by earlier. 6 foot bursa escort 3 inches tall, wide shoulders, the navy blue suit was a respectful fit, not tight like any man under the age of 30 in the local firms. His soft brown hair was 60% gray now. His stride still could out walk any of the younger attorneys that tried to challenge him. She knew his thighs were thick and strong. Because she would look.

One time she was walking down the hallway of the firm when she saw a body stretched out on the floor. It was Mr. T. looking under the copier. She, for a brief moment, admired the nice and tightly formed ass before she knew whose it belonged to and blushed in embarrassment while fleeing down the opposite hall. She hoped to GOD he did not see her eyeing his assets.

He did.

“Uh, so, I happened to see something in your wallet…” Mr. T. leaned forward towards Lil.

“Oh Shit!” she exclaimed. Mr. T. threw his head back, laughing loudly as Lil scrambled for words. “My sister, the smart ass she is told me that I need to chill and snuck those in there. They aren’t mine!” she blushed so hard she covered her face in embarrassment.

“Well, do what she said. We aren’t in the office.”

“She sat up, “Really? Look at me..I am a 51 year old woman acting like a teenager getting busted!” She exclaimed as she swung her legs beck to the side of the recliner facing him, she opened her wallet and grabbed one of the joints and gladly lit up, taking a long inhale, softly blowing it away from Mr. T..

They sat out there on the balcony, quiet, enjoying the night and the sounds of the night. Music, several different songs but, all with the New Orleans Jazz Blues twang in them, laughter, traffic, people talking, the sounds of that particular New Year’s Eve night.

Mr. T. unbuttoned his jacket, took it off, placed it on the back of his recliner, leaned back, his arms behind his head, his eyes closed inhaling her soft, very feminine scent. Not the pot. Her. Floral…and what was that? Honey. Warm honey. Golden, floral warm honey. “Mmmm”

Lil ran her eyes from the crown of his head to the soles of his shoes. This, she thought, was a High Roller Man. He reeked of confidence and some arrogance, but, just enough without seeming overly cocky. She imagined that those days were behind him. He had to be at least 10 years older than herself. But, damn! If this fine man could give the young bucks a run for their money, she thought as she softly giggled to herself.

Mr. T. felt her dazzling gem eyes on him without actually looking at her. He didn’t want to embarrass her. He peeped his brown eyes open just enough to see her breasts jiggle when she giggled.

“What is so funny? he asked her, now fully staring at her.

“Oh! Honestly? You don’t want to know what I am thinking.” she covered her mouth, not believing she told him the truth, Her truth.

He looked at his watch on his right wrist. He sat up and turn his body towards her, resting his size 15 dress shoes just inches from her chair.

“Oh, but, I am very interested.” he leaned in towards her just a smidge.

“I don’t want to say anything because for some reason, I cannot lie to you!” she exclaimed and busted out in a fit of giggles, then full on laughter not able to control herself.

He smiled, enjoying her in the moment.

“Oh come on” he said to her.

Waiting.

“Okay, okay. Anything said in this conversation I can not be liable for.” She bent over giggling more. Her silver blond hair fell out of the messy bun, cascading over her creamy shoulders, her cheeks flushed from laughing.

He leaned forward and pushed a strand of hair to the side of her face, he lightly caressed her cheekbone, wanting to kiss her freckles.

“Try me.” He commanded.

Lil caught her breath when his thumb touched her skin. By the time she looked at him, he had pulled back and she swore it was a figment of her imagination because he was so damned composed and aloof looking.

“Okay. ” she stammered, wondering what the hell was in that joint because she was lit! She felt like she was on a cloud with Zeus himself. She fanned herself with a napkin.

“I think too much about your personal life. You work so hard and long hours, what 18 to 19 hour days? Do ya ever unwind?” she exclaimed passionately.

Once she did, she covered her mouth in shock!

“Ah shit, I am going to lose my job, aren’t I?” she asked him.

Mr. T. loved this side of Lil. How odd it was for her to wonder that when all he saw of her was professionalism even at a staff party. She was always composed. Never a hair out of place. Never late. She never said inappropriate jokes or gossiped with the other women in the office. He wondered what she did when she was not at work.

He smiled, “No. You are safe. I actually like this side of you, Lil. ” She could not believe he said that.

“We have our ways of unwinding.” he told her as he stood up. “BY the way, it is almost midnight. 5 minutes to go.”

Lil stood up, he extended bursa escort bayan his hand to her, helping her get to her feet. “I think I should go to my room.” she replied.

“Sure. You can do that. Or you can find out about the 5 floor party. By strict invitation only. ” He looked at his watch once again.

Lil was surprised. “Party? I thought we were at our party.”

“Hm” he replied. “Are you interested in going to this party?” he inquired looking out at the beautiful sights.

“If so, there are very strict rules one MUST abide by.” he said without looking at her.

3 minutes left until midnight.

Lil was baffled and well, intrigued. Why would her boss tell her that?

Lil thought, what the hell. why not? She wanted to explore New Orleans, so, why not?

2 minutes left until midnight.

“Why not? ” she replied.

Mr. T. was surprised but, he masked his surprise. Literally.

He pulled out a mask that somehow he had in his suit pocket and handed it to her.

It was a delicate silver and diamond partial mask for her. She marveled at its beauty. When she tried it on, it covered her eyes and theft side of her face to her lips.

“Go to the coat check, walk past it and head to the elevator, 5th floor. You must wear this mask for entry. You will be searched then given a list of strict rules you will need to sign off on then you may enter the suite.” He looked at his watch.

He bent his tall frame down to her 5 foot 4 frame, kissed her right cheek softly and said, “Happy New Year, Lilith.” and turned around to leave.

“Wait! Will you be there?” she wasn’t sure that she wanted to go alone.

He kept walking away from her, silent.

She looked down at the delicate mask. She felt oddly, empowered by the mask and invite.

She headed to the coat check.

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Chapter Two

“Miss. Miss. Are you okay?” Lil heard. She looked up to see a young man, eyeing her like a piece of candy. “Oh! Yes. I am fine. Thank you.”she pushed herself off of the cool wall and headed towards the elevator.

The handsome, young man followed her. “Are you sure? Because I can help you if you need.” he murmured. He was clothed in a very costly Italian suit, he looked and sounded European. Lil was tempted.

“I am sure you think you can but, I am good.” she sharply replied as she hit the 5th floor button. She watched as his face fell when the elevator doors closed.

Lil reapplied her lipstick in the mirror on the wall and slowly tied on the mask to her face.

She looked like an Ice Queen. Her pale skin, red lips, silver and diamond mask, her blond hair fell just touching her collar bone in a messy bed hair style. Lil felt…naughty, Daring… she unbuttoned the maxi to her cleavage, allowing a bountiful of soft curves to be seen, and unbuttoned a few more small buttons from the v of her thighs so that when she moved , anyone would get a glimpse of her bare, shaved womanhood. She actually was getting wet thinking about people eyeing her pussy. Her nipples grew hard, tingling, pushing against the satin material.

When the elevator doors opened, Lil was hesitate but, once she saw two Goliath looking hunks outside of the suite doors, she pushed herself forward.

Before she opened her mouth, Goliath number 1-who looked like a young Drago from Rocky, just as wide as the original Drago too, blond, with an accent spoke.

1. As I talk, you listen. No talking is allowed once you enter these doors. If you want to leave, just leave. No one will stop you. Arms up. As he told her the rules, the other Goliath, Persian God looking hunk lightly patted her down, winked at her as he ran his hands on her inner thighs.

2. Your body language will speak for you.

3. Sign this release.

4. No one will be disrespectful.

5. If you have a problem, raise your left hand and staff will assist you immediately .

6. Do you have any concerns? If not, enjoy your evening Ms. Lilith.

Lil gasped loudly, “How do you know my name?” she asked Goliath 1. He finally cracked a small smile. “We know all of our special guests.” with that he opened the door for her.

Lil was very surprised to see the release and was wondering what she was getting into here tonight. But, she was intrigued. And, there was a huge part of her that wanted to know if he would be there. That alone helped her to decide to sign the release.

When Lil entered the suite, she was surrounded by at least 100 well dressed, clearly affluent people of many races and backgrounds. She felt under dressed.

She honestly did not understand how her beautiful simplicity was alluring.

She was 5 foot 5 inches tall, full 38 c’s, small waist, full softly curved hips, a full ass to grab, strong thick thighs, silver blond hair, freckles on Ivory skin, hazel eyes that once could not tell if they were green, blue or gray at most times.

Wearing a baby blue summer maxi dress that clearly showed her curves, her escort bursa breasts nearly spilling from the baby blue dress, the buttons undone from thighs to the v of her essence , where if one tried they could see her beautiful, smooth womanhood when she flipped the dress off to the side of her lovely thighs.

Several people walked over to Lil and introduced themselves by not talking but, shaking her hand or a bow of their head towards her. Lil smiled shyly as she moved around the rooms, listening to the soft music being played by a life jazz band.

She was approached by a beautiful Nubian queen, who, if Lil maybe was into women, would have loved to taste her, had a tray of champaign and a tray of whiskey glasses filled with what Lil knew to be only the best whiskey around. She smiled and grabbed a whiskey. The beautiful Nubian queen bowed her head giving Lil a long, thirsty look, as she slowly licked her ruby full lips, eyeing Lil’s pussy as Lil moved the material to the side, in respect .

Lil walked softly from room to room, watching people. She swore that everyone was talking by using their bodies. She was fascinated.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall, imposing figure watching her. When she turned to look at him, he was gone. Lil wondered if that was him. She moved towards the room she saw the man who was staring at her was in. She saw a familiar figure , far ahead of her. At least to her he was familiar. It was the way he moved. It had to be him.

She moved around the people, like a silent dance. Nods of heads here and there from person to person, clinks of ice in crystal, music playing softly from room to room.

She lost track of him at the bridal silver and glass stair case. Lil decided to go to the top of the staircase and look out over the crowd for him. She looked carefully at every single male figure. As she was about give up, she saw in the corner of her right peripheral vision, a door open to one of many doors. She moved towards the door, where a soft glow emitted from.

As she entered she saw him sitting in a chair all by itself. He had a mask on. He bowed his head to her as she entered the room. He motioned to her to close the door. As she did, she heard a lock click. She spun around to look at the door when she felt him. He was literally leaning over her. His left hand on the door behind her, in his right hand was a paper which he was handing to her. Her breath caught in her chest. She could smell his very light cologne, see his lips, full, beautiful bow shaped lips.

He held a finger to her lips and pointed to the paper. Lil took the paper from him. He turned away from her and leaned on the deep blue wall. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, took it off and neatly folded it over the back of the chair he was sitting in earlier.

The paper had this on it.

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Chapter 3

” No talking.”

“Tell me what is on your mind.”

Lil looked up at him. He was unbuttoning his cuffs all while watching her like a cougar that was stalking its prey.

Lil grew excited and scared.

She dropped the paper on the floor and strode towards him, unbuttoning her dress so that by the time she reached him she was only in her barely there bra and heels only.

Clearly he did not think she was this bold.

His jaw dropped open in total shock but, he quickly composed himself. he began to untie his tie when she reached him, pulled his hand off the tie, placed his hands on her body while she gently untied his silk tie, placed it on his jacket, and began to unbutton his shirt.

He pulled her in to his body as she did that and fiercely took her mouth with his, passionately he took ownership of her mouth and tongue.

They both began breathing loudly as they kissed, groaning loudly he grabbed her ass and squeezed it with all he had as he lifted her up, she squealed in surprise and wrapped her shaking legs around his waist as her carried her to the king size bed outfitted in navy blue silk sheets.

He sat himself down on the bed carefully not to slip off the bed, she adjusted her body on his. She finally got his shirt unbuttoned, pulled it out of his slacks. She pushed him back onto the bed, kissing his face, his neck, licking his nipples and she unwound herself from him and slid down his body. He groaned, clenched her arms tightly as she unbuckled his belt, her face was at his crotch level as she slipped his slacks off.

As she came up his body, she ran her hands over his calves, thighs and she licked his brown skin, nipping his thighs, her hands were stopped by …probably the largest penis she had ever seen.

He had to be 9 inches but, he was so thick, Lil wondered if he would fit inside of her! She slid her fingers around his throbbing cock, his cock was so hot. Lil looked to her right and saw the ice bucket and drinks.

She quickly put 2 ice cubes into her mouth and ran her cold tongue from the base of his cock, up the shaft to the tip. He jumped from the ice, but, damn, he knew it felt great! He wrapped his hands into her hair and gently lifted her up, he lifted her up and switched places with her, but, she was on her hands and knees. He slapped her ass, hard. Lil yelped, not in fear but, excitement.

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