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Mark and Penny headed towards the hotel. Both were more excited then they let on; Penny had been given a precious gift from her husband, and now, months later, she was giving him one back. Mark had been touched that his wife wanted to live out his fantasy with him and now they were on their way to do just that. As they drove through the city, Mark thought back over the conversation that had led them to this new adventure in their lives.

He found himself remembering how he had just gotten home from the cabin that Diane and Brian owned. Penny and Brian had been sitting on the porch swing when they had pulled in the drive. They each shared hugs and handshakes, before Mark and Penny had gone inside. Each one told the other about their fantasy filled weekend and Penny even shared with Mark that Brian and her had acted out one of his fantasies. Mark asked how it went and Penny told him that it was fun and interesting. Then she had reached around his waist and asked if he had any fantasies he wanted to act out, and if he wanted to act them out with her.

Mark had told her no, but she could sense that something was on his mind, because though he was quiet and not telling her, he was thinking something. She pointed this out to him, by reaching down and running her hand over his now erect cock. “What is it? It must be good to get this kind of a reaction out of you.” Penny continued to stroke her husband and urge him to tell her of his fantasy. “Mark, I won’t criticize you or tease you, just tell me what it is, perhaps it is something I’ll want to do.”

His body was responding to her touch, so he moved her hand from his shaft and curled his fingers with hers, “Well if I’m going to tell you, I can’t be distracted.” She laughed and pressed herself closer to him. They moved to their bedroom and each had taken a seat on the soft blankets. Once more Penny and Mark found themselves looking at the other with trust and honesty, and trying to discuss something that was important in their marriage.

Mark started with holding her hands and telling her that he wouldn’t expect her to do this if she didn’t want to, nor would he ever make her feel bad if she said yes. Penny touched his cheek, “Mark I know that, but I do want to know what it is, then let me decide.”

“Okay,” he took a deep breath and started to tell his wife of one of his most recent fantasies. “For a while now a group of guys from work, along with me, have been shooting pool on Wednesday nights.”

“Yeah, I know.” Penny nodded, “those are usually the nights that the girls and I go to the movies.”

“Right. Well eventually over time, we all would sit around have some beers and start talking about our wives. We’d each make a few comments about somebody’s wife and eventually your name came up.”

Penny’s eyes light up, “Oh, I’m really excited now!” she said and smiled real wide.

“You don’t even know what we discussed,” Mark laughed and kissed her lips.

“So,” she shrugged.

He shook his head in mock disbelief and continued, “The talk eventually got around to what wives would be good in bed, and again your name came up.”

“Well… I’m sure you can answer any questions they had about my performance,” she rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Oh, I told them all about how wonderfully talented you are,” he saw her blush and continued. “After awhile we all talked about whether or not our wives would be willing to have a group party. I thought about if for the next few weeks and waited for the conversation to continue again, which if you know men who are drinking eventually the conversation of sex will come up again.”

“If you know men, period. The conversation will come up,” she answered.

Mark chuckled and pressed on, “The three guys I thought you would get along with best, I later invited out to beer the next night. We got together, shared a few laughs, and I got around to asking them if they were serious about the other conversations we’d been having. They all said, ‘Hell yes!’ and before long it became apparent that this is something I also wanted.”

Penny looked at him; her face held a look that Mark knew was one that showed her deep in thought. He waited patiently, or at least as patient as he could when he was waiting for an answer from the love of his life, to a fantasy that some would be offended by. Mark didn’t want his wife to feel obligated to do this just because of his willingness to have her experience her bi-sexual desire; he wouldn’t want that.

She took his hand and held it to her, “Mark, I would love to live out your fantasy. It sounds exciting and fun. You’ll be there right?”

“Yes, most definitely, it is my fantasy, remember.” He grinned and kissed her lips. Do you want to meet them ahead of time?”

Penny thought for antalya escort a moment, “No, I don’t think I do, at least not like a dinner or anything. Let’s just plan this out like, a chance encounter.”

Mark smiled, “That sounds great, Hon. I love you.” He pulled her close and kissed her lips. Penny pressed herself closer to him and they came together, each one with the new fantasy in their heads. Penny’s was new because the whole thing had just been presented to her. Mark’s was new, because now he realized it was no longer going to be an unreachable dream, but in fact a reality.

Over the next few weeks, Mark made plans and kept Penny informed as to what he was doing. He had gone to the classiest hotel in the city and booked the best room at the Quay Grand. Then later he had called Carol and they had gone together to find Penny the perfect outfit for the evening. It had taken them several stops, but finally they had found a long black skirt, with a long slit up the side and a blouse with a v-neck that, if left unbuttoned, would dip suggestively low.

They arrived at the hotel and checked in. Penny was thrilled to be at the Quay, and, when they entered their room, her eyes were immediately drawn to the view of the Harbor. The nighttime lights from the city and the boats out on the water were breath taking. Mark’s arms wrapped around her and held her close, his mouth nipping at her neck. She leaned back into him, “This room alone is a fantasy.”

He watched her as she moved around the room. The suite had its own lounge and dining room, along with a full gourmet kitchen and a beautiful balcony. Mark headed to the bathroom when he heard Penny’s squeal of pleasure. Leaning against the doorframe, he smiled at her excitement of the enormous bathroom with a fully equipped private spa. “We’ll have our own fantasies after yours,” she winked as she pressed herself against him and kissed him quickly on the lips.

“You get yourself primped up and I’ll get your clothes.”

Penny grinned and shut the door behind him, and soon was covering herself with soap and standing under the hot, steamy water that fell from the shower. Mark in the meantime, called down to the desk and asked if his friends had checked in. They had all arranged to get their own rooms at the hotel. He was told that two of them had, but the third had not yet checked in. Hanging up the phone, he went and opened the dress bag that had kept Penny’s gift hidden from her eyes. Opening it up, he laid it down on the bed and pulled out the shoes that Carol had insisted on.

Next, he pulled a small black box from his suitcase, opened it and laid it on the skirt and blouse. The diamond anklet glistened in the lights and he smoothed his hands down in anticipation of seeing her surprise. Mark went over to his bag and pulled his suit out, and as Penny was walking into the room, she found him, just finishing the buttons on his cuffs. “Nice,” she said as she looked over his trim form. His features still full of youth and love for her.

He winked and then grinned as he saw her eyes pick out the black box. “Mark! It’s lovely.” She picked it up and hurried over to him. The kiss she gave him almost ended the evening’s activities as Mark felt his arousal press against her towel wrapped body. His fingers skirted around her back and held her close. She pulled away, set her foot on the edge of the bed, and handed him the box. “Here Hon, put it on me please.”

Mark bent down and circled his wife’s ankle, pressing a kiss against her flesh, before securing the anklet and moving away from her. She hugged him once more and went back to the dress. “I hope you like it,” Mark told her, his voice just now giving just a hint of doubt.

“It’s great. I know you and Carol snuck off sometime last week and this was why, wasn’t it?”

“Actually, yes it was. We weren’t sure if you would think it was for something else or not.”

“No, I didn’t know what it was, but you’ve never done anything behind my back, so I wasn’t thinking that at all. I’m glad you took her; you both did a great job. I love everything.”

Mark watched her walk back into the bathroom and when she returned, the ensemble rested on her supple form, just as he had pictured her. “Great,” he told her. He finished getting dressed as she did her hair and her make-up. Finally, he took her arm and looped it with his, “Ready?”

“Yes,”

They left the room, and headed to the hotel restaurant. Mark eased Penny into her chair, placing a kiss on her shoulder. She looked up to him, and followed his body as he sat across from her. They enjoyed the soft caresses each gave the other with their feet and the occasional touch of fingers to fingers, throughout the meal. Penny was responding to her husband’s gentle persuasions, and she continued to feel herself shiver with excitement, as dinner progressed.

When dessert arrived, the server handed Penny a glass of wine and a small card. She opened it, reading a very sweet hello that alanya escort was penned to her. Looking around she didn’t see anyone that she recognized, passing the note to Mark, he too read it and smiled up at her. “A friend of yours?” she asked.

He just smiled, enjoyed his own beverage and dug into his dessert. Penny drank her wine and soon the two moved on to the hotel lounge. A jazz band was playing up on the small stage and a few couples were on the dance floor. Mark led Penny out to the center, where they both moved together. The couple soon became lost in the music and when it changed from the quick, steady beat to one of slow, tantalizing pleasure, they easily merged and swayed to the tempo.

Penny felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to look to her left. “Yes,” she asked the hotel employee that now stood beside her. The young woman handed Penny a card and a small red rose. “I was asked to give these to you,” she smiled at Penny and Mark, then left.

Mark watched as his wife opened the little card and once more read a nice penned hello. She grinned up at him, “Gentleman number two, I presume?” He only smiled as he took her back in his arms and finished their dance. Soon the song ended and they moved though the throng of people towards the hotel bar. “I have to use the restroom. I’ll meet you at the bar, ok?”

“Sure, I’ll be there,” he bent down, kissed her cheek, and watched her leave before he continued. Mark quickly scanned the room, catching Craig and Scott’s eyes. When he reached them, he shook their hands and told them how Penny had blushed over the simple gestures they had given her. He also told them how he appreciated them doing something like that to break the ice.

After several minutes, Mark looked over towards the entrance of the bar and caught Penny’s eyes. She smiled, and waved towards him, then touched the arm of the man next to her. Mark nodded his head and soon Penny and Dale arrived to meet with the rest of the group. “Hey Dale,” Mark shook his hand, everyone grabbed a drink from the bar and headed to a corner booth.

Penny slid in and Dale and Scott followed suit, one on each side of Penny. Mark and Craig found themselves next to the other guys. Each one ordered a second round of drinks and soon they settled comfortably and faced the comedy act, which was now up on the stage.

Conversation between the men and Penny moved easily. Soon Mark could tell Penny had warmed up to each of the gentlemen, and he began to feel as if his fantasy was going to happen. He looked over at his wife, and saw the blush on her cheeks. His eyes roamed over Dale then Scott, noticing that each one had their hands on his wife. Dale was touching Penny’s hair, while Craig he was sure was touching her thigh. He watched his wife responding to the attention, and felt his own body begin to respond as well. He reached down and adjusted his slacks, giving more room for his arousal.

Penny’s giggles became more pronounced and he watched her chest rise and fall as Dale leaned over and gave her ear a slow, teasing kiss. Penny’s mouth parted in surprise and in pleasure. Mark watched her mouth, slightly open as if an invitation for something else. He rubbed the front of his crotch and felt the erect shaft under his firm hand. Craig’s hand now brushed up to touch Penny’s cheek and in the process, he grazed his palm over her breast. Mark’s eyes darkened as he watched his wife’s nipples stand erect under her blouse and bra.

Dale’s hand and moved from Penny’s hair and now slid slowly down her arm, curving around her bicep and down to her wrist. He rubbed circles into her palm and then brought it up to his lips, where Mark watched him take a taste of his wife’s skin. He saw Penny shiver, and then her head lean back slightly, as Craig took a small nibble of her skin. His tongue slid over her shoulder, then back to her ear, whispering words of pleasure that only she could hear.

Penny lifted her head from the back of the booth’s seat, smiled at each man and excused herself to the use the restroom. Mark scooted out, his erection obvious to his wife. Dale followed suit and Penny slid free from the booth and the table. She pressed herself up to her husband, and kissed his cheek. Mark pulled her close and kissed her ear. She sighed into his embrace, “I think they like me,” she winked at his rolling eyes.

“I think you should reward them,” he smiled wickedly at her.

“Mmm…” she said. “I think I know just the thing.” Mark grinned back at her, and watched her move to the ladies room. He knew what she was doing, and the idea of it, made his cock strain against his slacks. Mark took his seat back at the booth, as did Dale.

“She’s quite the lady,” Dale remarked his eyes glancing to the bathroom, waiting for the evenings jewel to reappear.

Scott nodded, “Yes, you are one lucky son of a bitch, there Mark,” he said then punched Craig in the ribs, “I believe I’ll be trading seats with you when alanya rus escort the lovely lass returns.”

The men laughed and joked, until Penny arrived back by their sides. They noticed something in her hands, and each one let out a groan or a soft whistle as Penny placed a pair of black thongs into Scott’s hands, “Since you didn’t get to sit beside me, you can have these,” she smiled. Scott’s eyes lit up, and he pressed the material to his nose, breathing deep, then smiling at the others, “Well this almost makes up for not sitting next to her. But not enough,” the group laughed as Scott slid in next to the black-haired beauty.

Each man gave Penny a cocked eyebrow, noticing her now partially unbuttoned blouse. Her creamy white breasts were almost fully exposed and the edge of her bra would peak out at the men as she slid herself back into her seat. Craig slid in this time next to Scott, leaving Dale and Mark on the other side of Penny. Dale slowly lavished once more Penny’s skin and Scott aroused new touches.

Mark could tell by the heated flesh of his wife’s skin, and by the way, she was shifting in her seat, that it was soon time to increase the evening’s activities. He waited for a few more minutes enjoying the feelings of lust that his wife’s arousal was bringing to his groin. His eyes followed the path of Scott’s fingers tracing the line of her blouse, even allowing it to dip between the unbuttoned parts of her shirt. Looking down he saw Dale’s hand move to her thigh, and slowly begin its assent up. Biting the inside of his lip, his cock jerked hard against him, as he imagined the wet, slick folds of his wife bringing forth her sweet cum for him and the others.

He swallowed the rest of his drink, set the glass on the table and motioned for the server to bill their room. Signing the check he eased out of the booth, quickly arranged the bulge in his slacks and chuckled as the men followed his lead, with pretty much the same movements. Penny grinned and watched each man, follow her movements. She looped an arm around Mark’s and the other around Scott’s. They left the bar and headed down the hall of the hotel.

Their loud voices and heated laughter filled the hotel, as they waited for the elevator to arrive. Scott leaned over and pressed a kiss to her neck. Penny purred her delight and felt his hand cup her breasts, while Mark’s hand squeezed her ass. The elevator opened as one couple stepped out and another stepped in with Penny and Mark’s group of friends. Penny stood at the back of the elevator and Mark reached out to push the button for the top floor, he grinned at the middle-aged couple that had gotten into the lift with them, and saw they were getting off one floor below them.

Mark leaned back on the wall of the elevator and watched Dale slide his hand underneath the back of Penny’s skirt. The slit moved open allowing him easy access to the soft, flesh of Penny’s rear. Mark’s cock continued to strain, as he watched her lean back into Dale’s palm welcoming his touch. The couple next to him, their faces red, pretended not to notice, but Mark had all ready seen them both glance several times at Penny and the two gentleman beside her.

Craig waited, leaning against the opposite corner of the elevator and watched Scott’s hand slowly work free the buttons of Penny’s blouse, then slide his hand into her shirt. He could see her nipple perk and harden from Scott’s ministrations on her body. He reached down and pushed his cock to one side. His eyes captured those of the woman who was trying not to notice what was going on behind her. He watched her face flame as he stroked his cock against the fabric of his slacks. Soon the elevator stopped, and the couple rushed out. The group laughed, and exited the elevator when it arrived at the next floor.

They moved along the hall. Once more, the sound of the party filled the luxury hotel, and when they passed an old couple, Penny purposely groped the nearest cock that was closest to her. She heard her own husband’s loving groan and she rubbed harder, bringing a nice stream of juice to her all ready soaked pussy.

The group arrived at Mark and Penny’s suite. Mark opened the door, and then closed it firmly after hanging the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Turning towards his wife and his group of friends, he leaned against the door. He watched his wife move to the living room of the suite, and as she did, she would lift one foot and remove a long black heel. Soon both heels were scattered on the floor, along with each man’s shirt. Mark pushed himself from the door and removed his own clothes. The path of discarded material weaved its way to the living room, where his wife had found a comfortable place on the floor to sit.

Her naked flesh contrasted well with the deep Burgundy carpet of the hotel floor. Mark saw her bra draped across a chair, her skirt in a puddle on the floor, and her blouse hung loosely on top of the coffee table. Craig was sitting on the love seat, while Dale rested on the sofa. Mark saw Scott standing in front of his wife, her hand on his thigh. His cock leapt against him, as he moved to lean against the balcony doorway. The coolness of the window hit his fevered flesh as he settled back to watch his wife live out one of his fantasies.

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Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed Ch. 02

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This story is part 2 of Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed. It is advised that you read part one first.

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*****

Two years had passed since I had married and become pregnant by my young lover. In that time I had been incredibly fortunate to conceive and carry another perfectly normal child, before my periods had stopped altogether and I had become infertile.

Those two years were wonderful, not least in the bedroom, as I had caught up on 30 or more years of sexual repression and a puritanical lifestyle.

One weekend my in-laws looked after my babies to give me a rest (or so they said, in fact they just wanted an excuse to indulge themselves of their beloved grandchildren) I had hand-expressed milk for them and also made up formula for them in my absence and packed them off, both reluctantly and excitedly for the weekend.

Jack had been forced to go into work on an emergency, therefore spoiling my first day entirely.

I was pissed off big time and had gone to a friend’s house, where several women gathered and sat around drinking wine and gossiping. I got rather tipsy.

I was at home when Jack returned and I launched into him about him being a bastard and working instead of being with me. He explained all the reasons why he had had to work (which were perfectly reasonable and understandable and basically he was in the right.) This didn’t cut any ice with me, I was being a complete bitch and wouldn’t even consider the fact that his day had been ruined too and that he no more wanted to work than I did.

As the row continued Jack was becoming more and more upset with my attitude towards him, but my wine befuddled brain didn’t want to know. Jack warned me and then warned me again and again about what I was saying to him and how I was treating him. That was when the words that would change things in our life spilled out.

“So what are you going to do about it then? Put me over your knee?” I said in a mocking and taunting voice.

So he did.

The first I knew was when Jack grabbed my arm and pulled me across the room to a high backed chair. I was laid over his knee with my dress around my waist before I knew it.

The first hard and loud ‘smack’ startled me into silence for a moment, until my brain registered what was happening, and when the second, third, fourth etc hit me I became really angry.

“Let me go you bastard, how dare you do this to me? Who the hell do you think you are?” I screamed at him.

Jack remained detached and simply tanned my ass for me.

…

As I smacked Julie’s selfish ass for her, I couldn’t help but start to actually enjoy it. I looked down at her gorgeous cheeks as they became redder and redder, I grabbed the sexy, lacy panties she always wore for me and pulled them down her thighs, her bum now totally bare to me.

The spanking continued for quite a while until I noticed one very big difference in the situation.

Julie had gone quiet.

Gone were the bucking and writhing and physical attempts to stop me and gone were the verbal obscenities and complaints.

As I smacked her ass I thought I noticed something, and then thought,

“No I was mistaken, but shortly afterwards I thought, There it goes again.”

Julie’s legs were opening, only by an inch at a time, but it was enough to expose her pussy to me. Her hips had started to raise themselves in time with my hand coming down across her bum, again only by an almost imperceptible amount at first, but it was becoming more pronounced each time. After a few more minutes, during which time there was no longer any doubt about my wife’s reactions, I slid my hand down her ass and cupped her pussy in my palm, the middle finger just parting her slightly, just enough to feel her sodden lips.

What happened next was pure instinct on both our parts. We had never studied the spanking scene or been interested in any way with BDSM or the milder dom/sub scene. We were just two people in love who followed our gut instinct.

I pulled Julie off my lap and told her to stand. I ordered her to the bedroom and to stand in the corner. Julie stood like a little girl holding her sore ass cheeks in both her hands, looking at the floor. I went to the bed and got two pillows which I placed on top of each other at the foot of the bed, right on the edge.

I simply pointed at them and Julie instinctively knew what I wanted.

…

As Jack pointed at the bed I quietly moved to it. I lay across the bed my arms spread-eagle with my face in the sheets. I lay with my pelvis over the pillows with my feet on the floor and my legs spread wide. I had my heels on which helped my position and how I looked. With my panties around one leg and my ass and pussy pushed upwards I was ready, Oh God was I ready.

Without discussing it, we both knew that this was to be a ‘punishment fuck’ it was nothing to do with me, it was simply the man using my pussy for his pleasure. This turned me on even more, years before when Jack had first ever told me to turn over, I took it as an order and it gave me a thrill to realise that antalya escort I got sexually excited at the submissive nature of the moment. Now I submissively waited to be taken by him again.

(In all the months and years to come, whenever I was punish-fucked by Jack I never failed to orgasm. I was always so turned on, that I was way ahead of Jack in readiness to cum. I hid this to the best of my ability because it wasn’t about me, it was about him using me and if I took any obvious pleasure from it, it would ruin the scene we had created.)

…

The fuck lasted nothing more than a few minutes, I was rock hard and so turned on as I watched my cock stretch that pussy to its limits. The sight of her ass cheeks red raw and already starting to show the makings of several bruises sent me over the top. I fucked her like a bitch on heat, I didn’t care about her needs or anything. That pussy was mine and I used it.

…

We lay in each others arms not speaking for ages until Jack moved from me. I was laid face down then suddenly flinched in fear as he touched my bum cheeks (it was too soon for another spanking) but then I felt his hands gently caressing my rosy mounds. Jack had got some cream from my dresser and was gently and tenderly applying it to my rapidly bruising cheeks. The fire in my bum abated a little as he applied to cold cream and I felt myself snuggling into the bed and actually making appreciative noises like I was purring!

Although things like this needed to be spontaneous, the extreme (for us) nature of what had happened and what would undoubtedly happen again, needed to be discussed.

…

Julie and I talked about what had happened and how much we were both turned on by it. However there needed to be boundaries, safe words for Julie when she wanted me to stop, that would let me know she wasn’t acting. Julie would also need recovery time, this was not hardcore BDSM and neither did we want it to be. I did not want to cut or hurt my baby any amount above the mild spanking I had given her. She would however be still bruised for a while afterwards and we had to decide how often she wanted/needed this to happen.

We needed to learn as we progressed as we were simply amateurs following instinct. We realised that we had to be very careful.

…

The most surprising element of the direction we had taken hit me long after the actual event. As my bruises came out on my bum I realised that they were actually giving me great pleasure. As I walked or sat or moved around I could feel the soreness in my cheeks and I loved it. I found myself standing and re-sitting more than was necessary, just so I could get that painful/pleasurable ache as I sat. I became very aware of my ass and the pain it brought me was exquisite.

After a couple of weeks I had recovered and I was starting to miss that constant pleasurable feeling my sore ass had given me.

I asked Jack to punish me again.

I prepared myself for our first planned session, shaking, nervous and a little excited. I had been wearing stockings and garter belts for Jack almost constantly and knew how turned on by it he was. However I knew that this time it would be THE time of all for him. I knew that dressed as I was, in the situation we would be in, would blow his mind.

…

We decided to change the method for Julie’s punishment and tonight I was going to use a belt and a cane (to an agreed level) on her poor ass.

I was nervous and excited as I waited for Julie to enter the bedroom and when she did I was stopped dead. She looked stunningly sexy, but when unprompted she lay herself over the pillows and lay face down on the bed, I nearly came in my pants.

Julie had bought a shelf bra which presented her tits to me so sexily as she walked across the room, she looked gorgeous, when she bent over the bed in her black stockings, lacy suspender belt, her shapely legs sculpted by the most outrageous pair of black stilettos you have ever seen, she looked as good as any woman could ever have looked.

This was the hottest sight I had ever seen in my life, and she was mine!

…

I lay in nervous anticipation, but Jack made sure my anxiety wasn’t prolonged. The first swish of the belt cracked across my buttocks and made me groan.

It was beautiful.

For the duration of my discipline I was lost in myself and the blissful torture of the moment. I squirmed and writhed and ground my tits into the bed as my lover used a belt and then a cane on me. The rhythmical sting of the cane as Jack punished me was so pleasurable that for the first time in my life I came without any sexual activity.

I don’t know if the cane caught my pussy and I was unaware of it (I highly doubt it, as it would have been seriously painful) but something suddenly started to spark between my legs. My vagina was convulsing and twitching unaided as I had the most explosive orgasm you can imagine without even being touched there.

Jack suddenly stopped caning me and simply fucked me. I don’t know how quickly other women can orgasm in quick succession, but as Jacks huge alanya escort cock plundered my pussy and I felt the exquisite pain as he grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed them violently, I had another body wracking orgasm, screaming and wailing as my body and my vagina reached new heights.

…

I gazed down at my wife’s beautiful ass, all red and purple with bruises and dozens of lines across her cheeks where the cane had hit her and I watched her screaming and panting in ecstasy, having the first double orgasm that I had ever given her. I watched my cock fuck her sodden cunt and I simply exploded. Incredibly powerful jets of cum erupted from me, more intense and strong than ever, what an orgasm!

Julie lay over the pillows for a while as we both ‘came back down’ from the experience. My God what a sight, black stocking clad legs, garter belt and those great legs in those outrageous stilettos. She eventually stood (very gingerly due to her stinging ass) and moved onto the bed properly. As she lay face down I moved to her and tenderly and lovingly poured soothing oil onto her bum and very carefully massaged it in for her.

God how I loved her, I was going to have a problem reconciling that fact with the fact I was getting great sexual pleasure from hurting her.

I was trying to balance things out somehow later that night, when I made love to Julie in the gentlest way and with the most tenderness that I knew how.

…

A few days after the spanking had passed and my bruises had really come out now. Jack and I had put the babies down for the night and had started to ‘get amorous’ on the couch. We were both horny and the sex rapidly turned into one of those frantic, grabbing, grasping fired up kind of desperate fucks. We were tearing at each others bodies acting like dogs in heat. Jack was toying with my nipples squeezing them and pulling at them, when in his frantic excitement he pinched and pulled them at the same time, a little too hard.

“Ouch, oh that hurt baby,” I yelped.

Jack was mortified he had hurt me so and started to apologise profusely. I leant my forehead against his and whispered,

“Oh baby, please do it again.”

Startled Jack seemed to look into my face for confirmation,

“Please Jack, do it to me again, I need it” I whispered.

We then proceeded to have a wild and frantic fuck, Jack pulling, pinching and squeezing my breasts. He would pull my breasts by the nipples to the fullest extent then pinch the hard aching buds at that point.

As I said before this was not violent, abusive BDSM, this was us making love. Jack just seemed to know instinctively what the cut off point for my pain threshold was. It was painful but only to the point of being pleasurably so.

…

Julie’s tits had always been exactly how I love them, then her pregnancy elevated them into a whole different league. Now however, with her breasts still swollen and heavy with breastfeeding and always having hard, purple, bruised and constantly erect nipples, they were out of this world.

…

A few days after our spanking night, I was walking in town pushing my babies along. I had enjoyed the soreness in my body since we had started this new adventure, but it was just then that the whole aspect of what I was feeling hit me.

I was suddenly so aware of myself and my body, I could feel my bruised bum with every step I took. My nipples were incredibly tender yet I was doing everything I could to stimulate them. I would deliberately pick out a bra with no padding at all, so the harsh rough lace would scrape against my nipples and stimulate them. Sometimes I would go out braless, not in see-through or revealing tops (This was about us not anyone else) but in blouses that would enable my breasts to bounce as I walked, to jiggle and to sway from side to side (especially in my heels, which I seemed to wear almost exclusively for this purpose) The stimulation of the fabric against my nipples as I walked excited me and my whole body seemed to thrill with the exquisite pleasure that soreness gave me.

Due to the bruising of my nipples and the way I acted towards them, it meant they were permanently erect, engorged and stimulated.

I felt so ALIVE.

I was trying to keep what figure I had after giving birth twice. I was swimming at the local pool regularly (or as often as two babies would allow) I had to be very careful depending on the condition of my body, for instance, if I had received my punishment recently then I would be marked and bruised. In those times I would make sure I was alone before undressing, leaving my shower until I got home and quickly putting my dress on to cover myself again.

I had not had a spanking from Jack for a couple of weeks and the bruises had all but gone. I went to the pool and after swimming I joined the other women in showering. After doing this for a few days I started to notice one of the women looking at me, I tried to ignore it but after taking a sneaky look in the wall mirror I could plainly tell, she was looking at my tits and my alanya rus escort ass.

Because of this unwanted attention, I couldn’t help but start to look at her in return. To cut a long story short one day it finally hit me – she too had the marks of being disciplined. Other women would not notice, as none of us were models with flawless complexions, we all sported the marks and blemishes of real life. But to someone involved in the same sexual activity, it was all so clear. I could see the slightly black marks underneath the surface that were indicative of old bruises that were all but gone.

One day we caught each other looking, and looked up at the same time. We exchanged a slightly embarrassed, but knowing smile.

A few days later and my body was having withdrawal symptoms from being spanked and disciplined, I was very horny yes, but my body was aching more for the pleasure a little pain would bring, as much as simply having sex.

I waited for everyone to leave the changing rooms and in desperation I went around the corner into a little hidden area of the L shaped room. I couldn’t stop myself, I needed to feel alive again, so I stood, naked and pulled my nipples. I pinched and pulled and stretched and squeezed myself, longing for the exquisite feeling of blood rushing into my nipples, engorging them and for the gentle ache/pain that would follow.

“Shall I help you with that Dear?”

It stunned me and brought me out of my dream like state. Before I could even react or respond, the woman who I knew shared my tastes stepped forward and shocked me into silence when she harshly slapped the side of my breast.

“What the?… How?… Why are you?… were the only incoherent things I managed to emit, during which time she had slapped my breast twice, three times, four. The woman was older than me and bigger in height, body type and breast size, I found myself meekly lowering my arms to my sides and submitting to her as she slapped my tits from one side to the other quite harshly.

This unexpected ‘assault’ had me stunned into inactivity and by the time a few minutes had passed, my tits were bright red. She slapped the sides, slapped down onto them and hit them with what could only be described as an upper cut in order to strike my sagging nipples full on.

What would have happened if we had been undisturbed I will never know, but the sudden bang of the double doors and the echo of chatter coming down the corridor broke the spell. The woman turned to leave and I rather pathetically whispered,

“Thank you.”

“That’s all right dear she said, I have lived the life you are doing for years. I simply recognised a soul mate and I knew your need. She continued, I only wish I had had someone to turn to at times, I was just happy to help. Who knows she said as a parting comment, you may be able to return the favour someday.” She simply left.

The nearing voices shook me from my inactivity and I instantly realised I needed to get some clothes on before they rounded the corner. I rushed to my hook, put on my tiny white panties, grabbed my light summer frock and pulled it down.

The journey home was so exciting, and so illicit. Braless I felt the new experience of my whole breast aching, rather than just the nipple to be incredibly stimulating. As I walked along, my breasts swaying and bouncing wildly against my dress, I marvelled at what had just happened. We were not lesbians, this was not the start of a same sex affair, the woman had simply recognised a ‘Kindred Spirit’ and on a once only basis, had both helped me and taught me, how to take my sex life a little further.

…

Julie undressing before me that night gave me a major shock, her tits were red and swollen and bruised. My first reaction was an obvious and reasonable assumption to jump to, she had been with another man and indulged her needs with him.

I don’t need to recount the conversation, suffice it to say, as I was told of the days shocking proceedings, I at first became nervous of what she was about to tell me, then amazed by what had happened and slowly but increasingly excited, not on my own behalf, but on Julie’s. As she told me the story I could see her slowly becoming agitated, she began to flush and I could tell the excitement in her voice, she seemed to be coming alive right in front of my eyes.

Whatever happened to my wife today had had a profound impact on her.

…

I so desperately needed Jack to firstly accept my behaviour, secondly appreciate it, and thirdly fuck me into oblivion!

I slid to the floor in front of him and in an agitated and frantic state I sucked his cock for him like a cheap whore. I needed him inside me desperately and told him so.

“Please Jack, use me like a slut,” I begged

He lay on the bed and simply said

“Help yourself,” with a grin on his face.

I climbed on the bed and slung one leg over him, reaching down I took his rock hard cock and guided in between my legs. I sat back on him and felt that oh so familiar sensation as my vagina was forced open. Due to being used by this big cock for a couple of years now and the birth of two children I no longer had the tight virgin like channel Jack had enjoyed at first, he had stretched me out. I was still small enough down there though, that it didn’t stop the feeling of my soft wet walls being forced apart deep inside me.

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Daughter’s A Field-Hockey Player

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My eighteen-year-old daughter is one succulent piece of meat. I fuck her all the time–now that she’s legal–and she loves it when she eats my cum. I’ve been dreaming about her for a couple of years, and I got to act on my feelings a month ago; I’ll tell you about it.

It was a sweaty spring afternoon when Jenny got home from field-hockey practice. (I always loved to go watch her and her team-mates running around the grass with those outfits on, but the skirts were too low…then.) Today, however, the Badgers’ coach decided–to my great ecstasy–to give them the new ones.

My daughter walked into the living room through the open front door with a plaid skirt that rested in mid-thigh. Her dark-blue socks covered her knees, but still showed the fresh-baked-bread tan of her legs. The top was tight, and her delicious-looking mounds were stretching the sweater out; I could see her eraser-type nipples thrusting against the fabric. Her stick was in her hand, and she threw it towards the coat rack as she stormed in on me watching TV.

She stood directly in front of the television with her hands on her beautiful hips; the right side of her ass was raised higher than the other. I had to struggle to keep my ten inches of manhood from flowering in my sweatpants as I asked her what was wrong.

“I’ll tell you ‘what’s wrong’! The fuckin coach is making us wear these new uniforms. How the hell can I play good if I think some guy’s checkin out my ass in this?” Her long blonde hair, that was fixed in a pony-tail, bobbed around as she yelled. The sweat from the day’s practice rolled down her cheeks and thighs in slippery rivulets. My cock stirred.

“I don’t know, sweety. I think you look fine. You’ll still be scoring more goals than anyone out there. And, by the way, the guys are going to check you out no matter what you wear. You’re gorgeous!” I grabbed the magazine that was sitting next to me and draped it over my crotch nonchalantly.

“Thanks daddy, I’ll get over it. Ooh, is that the new interview with…?” She reached forward and gripped the magazine off of my lap. I tried to tell her to “hold on, I’m still reading it”, but she pulled it off, and just stared at my member bulging inside my sweats. I was glad that it was only me and her in the house right now because I didn’t need her telling her mom that I was rock-solid from leering at my daughter.

The magazine fell to the floor as my little girl’s eyes were transfixed on my flesh-pole hidden inside the cloth of my sweats. I was nervous, and I started to say something when she said, “Daddy, I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but your…um…penis is huge!”

My balls shriveled inside my sack as I couldn’t fathom what my daughter just said. I decided to go with it. “Why, thank you, dear. But, it’s okay, you could call it what girls your antalya escort age normally call it.” I stretched my arms back behind the couch so my daughter could get a better view of my stuff.

“Your…cock is wonderful. I’ve had a couple of dicks, but none that big.” She looked down at the floor. “I hope I’m not embarrassing you. I just never saw one so magnificient before. Does mommy like it?”

“Your mother can’t get enough of it. I cum inside all of her holes all the time; at least, I used to. She don’t give me much anymore.” I sat up and stared at my baby’s glistening love-sticks shiny with perspiration. As I did, my cock-head poked out through the top of my sweats, and it rested on my lower chest.

“Damn, daddy, how long is it?” Jenny came around the table in front of me, and sat down; her gaze never left my sausage. Her tanned legs were slightly agape, and I caught a glimpse of her cotton panties. There was a line of moisture along the crack.

“Ten inches, darling. I’m sorry that you saw me like this; I feel so ashamed, but I have to tell you this: You are a sexy young woman, and, if you would let me, I would like to fuck the hell outta you.”

“Oh dad, after seeing that monster cock of yours, how could a girl say no.” She winked at me as she started pulling her sweater off. “You wanna see my titties, don’t you daddy?” Her bra was as white as her underwear as I watched it fight with the load of her bosom. The bottom of her sweater got caught on those jugs, and when she pulled it free, they jiggled lively in front of me.

Now my litle girl reached around and undid the clasp of her bra. Her nipples were fully erect, and the skin around them was light brown and sweet-looking. I reached down and used my thumb on the bulbous head of my dick; the pre-cum was salivating from the hole. I could have easily sucked my own penis, but my daughter was here, so what the fuck?

Jenny fondled her tits and looked down at the slab of cock in front of her. “Daddy, I could see your dick throbbing. You want your baby to suck it? Huh?”

The skirt she was wearing was pulled taught as her legs were open very wide. I could see a lot of semen soaking through her panties now. She was a cummer…just like mom. I wanted to cum all over her knee-high socks, but then I thought better of it: better in her mouth. “Yes, Jenny, please. Suck as much of my cock as you can. Just take your time, and go inch-by slippery-inch.”

She scooted the table she was sitting her fine ass on closer to me. Her fingers gripped my waistband and hauled my sweats and boxers down to my knees. “Daddy, I’ll bet you can suck your own shaft,” she said as she got a complete look at my unit. She licked her full lips.

“You bet I can. I used to do it once in a while when I was lonely. I’m not gay or anything, alanya escort I just feel that if you can go down on yourself…why not?”

“Well, I have to tell you–I can eat my own pussy too. I do it all the time when I think about mom. Why don’t we do ourselves for a minute before we get to the real action?”

I liked where this was going. I would never suck another man’s dick, but my own…sure. “Okay, honey. I want to watch you lick your pussy while you see me suck my big cock.” And with that, I bent my head down and easily placed my lips on the head; the pre-cum tasted great. I made slurping sounds as I thrusted three inches into my mouth. I kept my eyes on my daughter, waiting for her to take the plunge, so to speak.

“Oh, daddy, that’s so fucking hot. Watch me.” My daughter stood up and pushed the table away from me. She laid down and contorted herself in such a weird manner; her knee-high-socked legs crossed behind her neck, and her skirt fell down a bit. She struggled a little, but finally brought her lips up to her moist cunt. She used her right hand to pull away her panties, and started chewing on her huge pussy. I couldn’t believe how bulging her cunt was! She sucked and slurped along her folds as I sucked inch after inch of my cock. We both moaned with bliss as I released my prick from my mouth and let it hit my chest again.

I sat there watching my beautiful daughter eat her own cunt until I said, “Let me take over, sweety.”

Before she could answer, I got off of the couch, and helped her tongue herself. I rubbed my hands around her ass as I licked and licked her juicy pussy. Our tongues met a couple of times as we both ate her fun-box. This went on for a while, and then she asked, “Daddy, can I please suck your sweaty cock? I want to feel that massive dick as deep inside my throat as possible.”

“Sure, honey. Let me lie back for ya.” I swiped at her cunt two more times, and leaned back against the couch. She uncrossed her legs from behind her back, and crawled over to me like a tiger stalking a gazelle. She wrapped both hands around my shanker, and began jerking me up and down.

“I don’t know how much I can get in my throat, but I’ll try real, real hard to take it.” As she stroked me off, she looked into my eyes with want and need. I couldn’t deny my baby pleasure, could I?

“As long as you eat whatever juice comes out, I’ll be happy. Now suck daddy, Jenny. Suck him good.”

She started kissing all around the head, and immediately, my cock pulsed with some drops of liquid. She snorted those up orally, and placed my huge dick in her lovely mouth. Head in. Two inches in, now. Back up, and five steaming inches were down my daughter’s throat. We’re at eight, and my daughter’s eyes–and esophagus–were bulging with greatness. alanya rus escort “Two more, my darling little girl,” I said in between gasps of pleasure.

“Oh-may, ammy,” she mumbled as she took the whole pole in. Down and up she went, for five fuckin minutes on my rod. The slurping, spongy sounds were incredible.

Before I quaked my globs in her mouth, I had to fuck my daughter. I pulled her off my veiny, slimy dick, and told her to lay back. “I’m going to see to it that you eat your pussy while my cock penetrates your fuck-hole. You game?”

“Fuckin-A-right, I am! Slide that meat into my hot oven, daddy-dear.” She threw herself back, and got into the same position as before; ‘I LOVE this outfit’, I told myself as I watched those cottoned-calves cross behind my sweetheart’s head again. With haste, my daughter started lapping at her pussy again, and moaning for me to throw it in her. That’s just what the fuck I did.

I gripped my cock, and placed the mushroom-style head against Jenny’s cunt-flaps. I rubbed it up and down the swollen, plump slit as she tongued us both. I didn’t want my little girl to feel any pain, so I asked her how she wanted it: slow, fast, or fuck-fuck-fuck, that’s good! She exclaimed, “Daddy, you know what’s best for me, so give me what you give mommy,” she said with a faux-shy voice.

“You got it, daughter-dear.” The head of my cock disappeared inside my baby’s cunt (as with the whole ten inches of man-flesh), and she wailed in bliss. The suction sounds my cock and her cunt made, joining together in incestuous hardcore sex, exceeded the noises her mouth made on my dick.

As I gazed down at my member ripping up my daughter’s moist vagina, I saw her pearl-like cum dripping down the folds of her pussy. She screamed, “Oh, that’s it, daddy, fuck your whore daughter’s sloppy cunt! I’m going to cum, dad!” I pumped and pumped, letting my little girl get filled with meat while her and I played with her clit. I heard a moan from the room; it was probably her, no doubt. I was grunting with passion on every plunge as we both said, at the same time, we were going to cum.

As I thrusted into her two more times to work the jizz from my balls, Janine (my wife, and Jenny’s mom) squatted over my daughter’s face, and started grinding her cunt into my daughter’s– surprised, but willing–mouth. “That’s it, Scott, fuck your daughter while she eats my dripping snatch.”

I sure as shit wasn’t going to stop, so I ejected my cock from my daughter’s soaking wet pussy, and leaned up. Ropes of my hot semen launched themselves right onto Jenny’s face, and her mother’s cunt. The snotty white mass dribbled all over my baby’s lips as she sucked it off of her mommy’s pussy. I groaned with each burst, and instantly got hard again as I watched this evil act being performed by my family. I let my stiff cock rest on my daughter’s tummy as my wife squirted her cunt juice into Jenny’s open mouth.

“I guess it’s time for mom to join in the fun, right dear?”

Jenny just mumbled an “uh-huh” as she slurped up the cunt where she came from eighteen years ago.

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Breaking the Ice

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He knew what I was thinking without my saying a word. I could sense it from across the room.

I sat demurely, idly flicking through a magazine which I couldn’t really manage to read under the mellow lighting scheme. He regarded me carefully from his seat at the bar, as if he could mesmerize me into getting up and joining him.

But I wouldn’t. He knew I wouldn’t. I was waiting for him to make the move. I wasn’t toying with him, it’s merely that this is my own personal watershed: allow me to feel desired, and I would reward him.

Tenfold.

With a flick of my wrist I summoned a waiter, and ordered a drink (“Single malt, rocks, please”), which arrived gratifyingly quickly. I sipped slowly, still not looking directly at him. Instead I gazed at him via the bronze mirrored tiles that were strategically, yet seemingly randomly, placed around walls of the room.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of power… I knew how desperately he wanted me to be the one to make the first move, and I had no intention of doing so. I knew he would break. I knew he’d come to me. I knew… and I so wanted him to.

And I was right. He did.

He slid into the booth next to me, and made himself comfortable. He wasn’t too close, or too distant. Sitting with his body half-turned towards me, leaning his elbow on the leather-covered seat cushion, our eyes met for the first time.

I smiled… his eyes were more welcoming than I could have hoped, more friendly than I would have imagined and the level of desire in them matched the that of my own.

I cleared my throat, softly.

“I’m so glad we finally met. You look just as you did in the photo, but… better. If you know what I mean.”

I giggled, betraying for the first time how nervous I was, despite my tableau of studied and careless poise. He laid a comforting hand on my arm, and unobtrusively edged closer to me.

“I’m just as glad. And thank you. So do you.”

The ice thus broken, we began to relax, and started talking to each other in the manner in which we’d become so comfortable over the phone those preceding few weeks. As the conversation flowed effortlessly, I found myself wondering how the curve of his shoulder would feel to the touch, especially under the expensive tailored shirt he was wearing.

Without thinking, I lifted my arm, and ran my fingers gently up his arm, and along his shoulder, to his neck; delighting in the smoothness of the linen beneath my fingertips, and the firmness antalya escort of the sinew that lay beneath it. Suddenly, unexpectedly, he turned his head and nipped at my fingers, catching my index and middle fingers in his mouth, and beginning to softly suck on them.

The shivers already running down my spine increased, and once again our eyes met.

I moved closer and edged my other hand onto his leg, under the table. Gently I palpated and massaged his inner thigh, deliberately avoiding his crotch area, aside from the occasional straying of one finger over his fly. He was hard already — as hard as I was wet… and he was dying for me to touch him.

And god, I so wanted to.

The massaging was sending him into paroxysms of delight and anticipation of what was yet to come. I sensed, correctly, that he wanted to move to the next stage of the evening. I indicated that I understood this by removing my hand from his leg, and using it to down my scotch in one, before I turned and looked at him intently.

There was no need for conversation.

He removed my fingers from his lips, and kissed them, rising from the table. He didn’t let my hand out of his, using it to pull me up and away from the table. Wordlessly, I walked beside him, fingers entwined, bodies bumping and brushing against each other, out of the bar, through the softly-lit lobby and down a long winding corridor to the ground-floor room that he had reserved.

Ice well and truly broken, the fun was just about to start.

************************

Continuing our alcoholic theme, the first thing he did after leading me into the room was to head for the mini-bar, after he’d pulled me urgently to him and kissed me until my head span.

“Another drink, Missy?” he enquired.

I sat on the bed. “Sure,” I replied, still a little winded from the passion of his kiss.

He poured me a scotch, and brought it over to me. I had shifted my body so I was sitting against the wall, legs stretched out straight and crossed in front of me, shoes kicked off and lying haphazardly on the floor. I reached out to take the crystal tumbler, and was surprised to see him move it out of my reach.

I looked at him quizzically. He clicked his tongue and gestured at me to remove my blouse.

I did so, my eyes barely leaving his.

He reached forward, still holding my drink at arm’s length, and flicked the catch of my front-opening bra. I said nothing, as I shucked off alanya escort the offending item of clothing, and sat facing him, breasts proudly on display.

Placing the drink on the bedside table, he then began to remove his linen shirt; slowly, languidly… deliberately. Never breaking eye contact for a second. His chest was revealed; smooth, broad, inviting; his nipples erect and his breathing fast.

Both of us topless. Each waiting to pounce on the other; waiting for that indeterminate moment when the tension would draw us together like magnetic opposites.

He reached into the glass next to him, and dipped his finger in the whisky. Lifting his hand to my breast, he began to encircle my nipple with his soused digit, causing me to gasp at the slight sting of the alcohol on that oh-so-sensitive spot. Then, as he bent his head toward me and took my nipple into his mouth, I gasped again at the warmth of his tongue, the sharpness of his teeth as he nipped at me, and the joy that he had finally set the events of the evening in motion.

I tilted my head back, abandoning myself to the sensations he was arousing within me. I sighed audibly, and raked his hair with my fingernails, feeling myself grow wetter and hotter by the second.

When he paused for a moment, I pulled his head up by the hair, tugging hard for a second and then letting go. I raised myself unsteadily onto my feet, feeling the mattress fluctuate beneath me. With a carefully aimed and pointed toe, I flipped him onto his back. He now lay underneath me, enclosed between my feet, looking up with a face of delighted anticipation.

It was now my turn for slow and deliberate undressing, releasing first the hook, then the button, then the zip on the waistband of my tailored skirt. I held the skirt out to the side of my hips before allowing it to fall onto him; highly satisfied to see the garment land squarely over his bulging cock. He looked up approvingly at my silk panties and hold-up stockings.

Slowly I rolled each stocking down, following them with my panties, as his eyes and smile widened. I squatted nakedly over him, and felt beneath me for his fly. As I undid the zip, his cock bounced stright out at me, standing stiffly to attention, visibly throbbing.

He’d not indulged in any underwear at all.

He wriggled out of his pants, as I positioned myself astride him… leaning forward so that he could see the look in my eyes, and feel the alanya rus escort soft caress of my hair as it tumbled down and across his face. I positioned my mouth by his ear, nibbling his lobe for a moment before growling softly:

“You want to be inside me, don’t you?”

Instead of replying, he grasped me by my arms, pulling me onto him and sliding his cock into my overly eager cunt, in one slick and very sexy move. Any measure of control or restraint dissipated instantly, as the atmosphere switched to one of frantic and synchronized mutual fucking.

I matched him: pump for pump, thrust for thrust; our hips moving together, our lips meshing as we kissed passionately. The rhythm matched the pace, the pace increased with the intensity; my g-spot glowed a frantic lighthouse signal at my brain, which caused my cunt to become even more slippery; his cock grew in length, girth and rigidity within me as we fucked and fucked and fucked.

God, but he felt good in me. God, but this was great sex.

As I rode him hard, his hand found my anus, and roughly probed into it with a curious finger. I screamed in delight and he finger fucked my ass as urgently as he cock-fucked my cunt. It was delirious.

I couldn’t believe we’d finally made it to here. Emails, then phone calls, and finally a business trip to Canada. Both of us behaving like frenetic carnal animals, bucking and tossing together on the bed. Neither of us wanting to be anywhere else, regardless of other entanglements.

This was all that mattered for now, this urgent, crucial and vital experience. If we never met again, this would be enough. We fucked harder and harder, each trying to meld into the other as we both soared higher and higher.

The heat in the room grew until I felt trickles of sweat roll down my face, as I neared my apex. His balls, as they repeatedly slapped against my ass, felt hotter and harder than they had before, and I knew he was nearing his too.

He drew back his head, and looked me in the eye, as he continued to silently grind his cock into me.

“Yes?”

I nodded, breathlessly.

“Yes!”

He let out a bloodcurdling groan of pleasure and raked my back with his nails.

“Oh my god, Missy. Yes! Yeeeeeees! Ohhhhh….”

I bit down on his neck as I felt the waves of orgasm sweep over me, moaning his name over and over. He yelped in pain and pleasure at the bite, and shivered tangibly as I held him close to me.

I felt his cock subside within my cunt, finger still inside my ass. He kissed me once more, before falling back onto the bed, utterly spent. I sat astride him, gasping for air.

“Shit, that was incredible,” he breathed.

I nodded breathlessly.

“Best fucking blind date I ever had.”

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More Than You Know Ch. 03

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“Come on, Stevie,” Erin pleaded. “You never get out anymore. It’s okay to spend one night of one weekend out.”

“You know I can’t. I have Ana—”

“Nope. I’ve already talked to your mother, and I know that your parents are taking Ana to the cabin for the weekend since she has Monday off of school. Try again.”

“I need to work.”

“Nope.”

“Um,” I stammered.

“Forget it. You’re coming.”

“Erin, I shouldn’t.”

“And why not? Take a break. For one night in your life, just let yourself unwind a little. You can sit, you can drink, you can dance, you can do whatever you want.”

“Erin—”

“Girl,” she said, dragging the word out for emphasis, “this is not an option. Meet us at Mid’s at nine. Besides, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Aha! I knew you had an ulterior motive.” I paused. “Erin, I can’t. You know I’m not interested in meeting anyone. No one would want a boring, hard-working gay dad anyways.”

“Uh-uh boyfriend. Trust me. This one’s different. I’m amazed it took me and Ev so long to figure this one out.”

“Ev says that every time, Erin,” I argued calmly, unconvinced. “Besides, isn’t every single one of her flavors of the week Mr. Right?”

“Give her a break. She’s being optimistic.”

“You of all people should know better. Of course, then again, you’re in happily married la-la land with Peter, so nevermind.”

“Happily married, yes. La-la land, no. Come on. It’s one night out, and we’re not setting you up. Just meet the guy.”

“Fine. Have it your way. I’ll say hello, I’ll say goodbye, and then I’ll never see him again.”

“Oh, shut up,” she shot back. “I’ll see your pessimistic ass at nine tomorrow evening. You are not spending another Friday holed up in your house watching TV or crunching numbers or whatever it is that you do to try to relax.”

“That sounds fine to me, honestly, in a white tee and some comfy shorts.”

“Whatever. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Erin.”

I hung up the phone and rubbed my forehead with one of my hands. She was feeling mischievous, per usual. When would my friends see that I really didn’t need a man? I was fine on my own.

“Who was that?” Ana asked as she walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

“Erin.” I looked at her and saw right through her innocence. “Like you weren’t listening,” I retorted. She just smiled at me.

“Go with them. You’ll have fun. Maybe you’ll be able to relax enough to check the guy out, like you did Mr. Hunky Mechanic last week.” I gaped at my daughter. “Oh, come on, Dad. It was so obvious. Not to him, and definitely not to the airhead desk lady—’cause she thought you were all about her—but to me, it was clear as day.”

“Ana,” I began.

“It’s alright, Dad. It’s good to see you looking a little bit. Plus, Dad, for someone your age, he was hot!” Her face became a bit more pensive. “I like him, too. He actually gave me the time of day. He seemed really nice.”

“Yeah, well, he can give you the time of day and be nice when he maintains my car. Forget it.”

“Oh, come on, Dad, you should’ve asked him out or something.”

“Yes, Ana, let’s ask my car repairman out on a date, and just in case he’s wondering, I’ll reassure him that no, I was never married to a woman, but that yes, I do still have a kid.”

“Wow, that’s cool, Dad.” Ana glared at me. “It must be super convenient to use me as your baggage. ‘I’ve got a kid, and therefore I can’t date.’ Just don’t complain to me that you’re so lonely and unhappy while you’re searching for things to hide behind just to save yourself from an ounce of vulnerability in your way-too-organized, too-perfect world.”

“Ana, don’t speak to me in that tone.” She met my stare, raising her eyebrows in a ‘try-to-tell-me-I’m-wrong’ way and I paused. “I’m sorry that it sounds like I’m using you as an excuse. You think that you have all the answers now, but Ana, you are 13 years old. You’ve never had a child, you haven’t been out on your own, and you’ve never experienced companionate love, especially not like I have.”

“So what? I’m young and haven’t been in love, so that automatically means that I can’t see my dad hide behind his fears? Wrong. You are so frustrating.”

“Ana, like you said last week, this isn’t just going to magically happen, and it’s not going to happen instantly. It’s something we have to work on.”

“I understand that. But it also means that you actually have to make an effort.”

I looked at my daughter’s piercing brown eyes that saw through me so easily it was scary. She had a point, and I knew it, but she still had many years to go before she truly understood. And besides, it was my life.

“I know. You need to respect the fact that I might not still be ready, though, sweetie. That, and the fact that Luke Worthington may not be what I’m looking for. Patience is a virtue, daughter of mine.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever,” she answered, walking back down the hall to her room. I could tell she was still a bit angry antalya escort with me, but there wasn’t anything I could do: attitudes of a thirteen-year-old girl were something that had to be dissolved on their own.

“Don’t forget to feed Luna,” she reminded me. Luna, our two-year-old German Shepherd, was a force to be reckoned with when she got hungry, and since Ana usually fed her and walked her, I’d have to write myself a note to remember.

“Okay. Don’t forget to pack your toothbrush,” I yelled.

“I know,” came the response from up the stairs.

“Of course you do,” I mumbled to myself, walking over to the kitchen to start dinner.

I stood in my bedroom and looked in the mirror. Well, it wasn’t bad. I had picked a nice pair of jeans, a nice V-neck tee, and a blazer that fit me like a glove to wear to Mid’s that Friday evening. I looked nice. I had come to terms with the fact that I would never be considered sexy in the hunky, muscle-bound, all-American definition of the word. I had always been trim. My lean swimmer’s build had stayed the same. I used to be extremely defined, the definition of ripped (sans the bulkiness, of course), with every muscle making an appearance in any motion I made to employ them. Now, at almost 35, I still had quite a bit of definition, but being a dad and having a job where I sit on my ass for most of the day had taken its toll. I tried to run for an hour and then do some weight training for my core before I went to work every morning, but if I was honest about it, I probably only found the motivation to get up at 4 a.m. about three or four days of the week. Ana and I almost always ate at home, which helped me stay trim: I knew that we ate much more nutritiously than at any restaurant. I had a little less definition in my abs than I would have liked. Aging, I decided, was a bitch. At least my arms, legs, and ass were still good.

I walked down to the kitchen and let Luna out. I grabbed my keys from their hook, but then on second thought, I put them back. I would walk tonight. It was a nice night, and Mid’s was only about a half mile away. After saying goodbye to Luna, who was looking at me rather curiously, I stepped outside into the refreshingly cool air and started walking.

“Why am I doing this?” I asked no one in particular as Mid’s came into sight. “Why, why, why, why, why am I doing this?”

I stepped inside and was immediately assaulted by the number of people there. I reminded myself that it was Friday night and that this was what normal 20- and 30-somethings who weren’t single parents with a full-time job did on the weekends. Mid’s was a unique building, almost appearing as if made of glass, and cylindrical in shape when looked upon from the outside. Inside, it was laid out in a circle: the outer wall is all windows with tables in front of them, while the inner wall alternates solid wall and floor to ceiling windows that overlook the lower level, with booth tables mounted on the solid walls. The entry level was a restaurant and bar. There are two staircases that descend about thirty feet, and the lower level is a club, where there was loud music, dancing, lights, and two more bars. Mid’s was also reputable for the fact that was both hetero- and homo-friendly.

“So, can I buy you a drink? It’s the least I can do seeing as you overpaid me by a few hundred dollars.” I recognized the sexy-as-sin voice immediately. It was deep and it had the slightest hint of a Southern upbringing. I turned around and felt my stomach churn. The man was beautiful. His golden hair was pushed back, the work of those lithe, muscular hands that were holding his glass. He wore a simple black V-neck tee shirt and a pair of faded jeans that fit like a glove, complimented by a pair of comfy-looking boat shoes. His light eyes seemed to glitter as they stared into mine. I attempted to come up with an excuse.

“Uh, well, I’m here with some friends, so, uh, I’ll get my own,” I stammered. Wow, Steven. Now the man thinks you are an inarticulate, ungrateful, and nervous person. Good.

“Well, how about I walk with you, then?” he asked rhetorically, stepping up beside me as I had started walking. His grin was sexy enough that it should have been illegal in all 50 states. “How’s Ana?”

I stared at this man. Who was he? Why was he asking about Ana? And why was there not a second drink in his hand for whatever girlfriend/fiancée/wife was waiting for him back at his seat? Clearly, he was one of the most eligible men in the city—or country, in my opinion.

“She’s doing very well. She went with her grandparents out to their beach house this weekend since she doesn’t have school on Monday. I could tell she wasn’t too keen on going alone, but she didn’t say anything, because I think she wanted to give me a weekend to myself.” I stopped. I realized how much I had just gone on. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”

“No, you stayed on topic. It was all about Ana. Besides, I asked, didn’t I?” He smiled at me. My heart fluttered. What was happening? When did I turn into a alanya escort sixteen-year-old schoolgirl who had developed a crush on an unattainable jock? What was wrong with me? I was torn from my thoughts as I saw Erin, Peter, Ev, and Ev’s newest boytoy all sitting in a large booth with one side empty.

“Well, this is my stop. Thanks for asking about Ana and walking me over here,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, but I didn’t understand why he was laughing to himself. I slid in the booth and was puzzled when he followed. I scooted a bit farther away, still confused, until—

“Welcome back, Luke. I see you found Steven,” Ev smiled. She looked at Erin and they both bared their teeth in Cheshire cat grins so big I thought their faces would break.

Cue my stomach dropping. Cue my bowels feeling like liquid. Cue jitters and nervousness that I hadn’t seen the likes of since I caught one of my kitchen cabinets on fire. Did they think this was funny? Had they talked to Ana? Did they think this was some kind of joke?

“Uh, excuse me, Luke,” I said as calmly as I could, gesturing that I needed out of the booth. Once I had stood back up, I looked at the rest of them, panning my way from Erin’s shining face on the inside of the booth to Ev’s laughing visage on the outside. Words failed me at the moment, so I turned and walked away.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, there, stud, where you going?” I heard Ev’s voice call as she caught up with me. I turned around.

“Do you think this is funny? Do you think that this is some sort of joke that you and Erin and Ana could play on me? Yeah, well, ha ha, my laughs are done.” Clearly, she wasn’t expecting my uneasiness, or whatever she saw on my face, because her smile dropped and a concerned look overtook her features.

“Hey, Steven, whoa. Slow down. There’s no joke here. And Ana? Why would I have talked to Ana?”

“Luke Worthington is my car repairman. We saw him a week ago, and Ana clearly saw how attracted I am to him and devised her own little plan—”

“Steve, I didn’t talk to Ana.”

“—on how to hook us up or whatever, but how else is a thirteen-year-old girl supposed to do it? With help from my friends, of course.” I paused. “Wait, what?”

“I did not talk to Ana,” she restated.

“Well then, how . . . what . . .” I stammered.

“First of all, listen to yourself. You sound paranoid enough to go to the crazy house. You thought Ana and I teamed up to play a cruel joke on you. Let’s be honest, whenever that happens, it’s always a good joke.” She grinned at me again, grabbing my hand and shaking it around to get me to loosen up. “Secondly, Luke is one of my best friends. I’ve known him for about four years now, and we go out all the time. To be honest, I wish I could date him.” I just stared at her. “I know what you’re thinking,” she continued. “Why can’t I date him? I’ve dated enough people, right?”

I didn’t quite know how to respond, so I didn’t bite, trying to change the subject. “Erin gave me the impression that you all were sort of setting me up.”

“Um, yes? Is that the correct answer?” She looked at me quizzically.

“But it’s Luke,” I said dumbly.

“Yes. Yes, again.”

“I don’t know that he’s my, uh, type,” I said cautiously.

“Why not?!” Ev practically shouted. I was surprised that her eyes didn’t bug out of her head. “He’s blond, he’s gorgeous, he’s built, he’s successful, he’s nice, and I’m pretty sure he’s hung. What more do you want?”

“Uh, thanks for that,” I smiled, unnerved. “That’s not quite what I meant, though.”

She walked up to me and looked me in the eye. “Steven, you are an attractive man. Luke would be dumb not to be attracted to you. He is your type. Luke is gay, Steven. He likes it up the ass—or likes putting it up the ass, I’m not sure—”

“Ev,” I interrupted, trying not to be amused.

“Yeah, sorry, you already know all those mechanics.” She snickered as I rolled my eyes at her pun. “Come on. Let’s go back. Just relax. No one’s playing a joke on you, no one’s saying you need to hook up with him, no one’s saying anything. We’re having a good time with friends and we’re introducing you. Well, we thought we were, anyways.” She smiled at me. “Honey, you are wound up tighter than a new spool of thread. This is why we brought you out. Just relax.”

“Okay,” I relented, walking back to the table with her. Luke had already slid over on the seat, and so I sat down near the end.

“Everything okay?” Erin asked me, looking a bit concerned. I took a deep breath.

“Yeah,” I said. I noticed Luke’s eyes studying me, and it was a bit unnerving.

“C’mon, Steven. I know you just sat down, but let’s you and me get something to drink,” Erin said, crawling over Pete, Ev’s boytoy and Ev before smiling at me.

“Yes, let’s,” I said. We walked over to the bar, and I ordered a scotch. I downed my first glass quickly at the bar and ordered a second. It was strong, but I wasn’t driving and I never had the chance to alanya rus escort let go, so I decided to enjoy myself.

“So, what’s going on?” Erin asked me.

“I’m anal and neurotic and paranoid, and I thought this was some sort of joke, that you talked to Ana and she told you I had the hots for my mechanic,” I said.

“No, no, not at all. I didn’t know you were one of his customers. We both know Luke—Ev more than me—and he’s such a great guy. I really think you guys will be good friends.” She looked at me, and I could tell that she had said ‘friends’ to put me at ease, but the glow in her eyes undermined the word. I decided I was feeling just as mischievous, and called her out.

” ‘Friends’, huh?”

“Well, I know I’d like to see you meet someone, and Luke is a great someone to meet, but I’m not going to pressure you. You’re like a donkey: the more someone tries to get you to do something, the more you dig in your heels.” She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me. “You’re such an ass.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, you’re so punny. “

We walked back to the table and I slid back in.

“What’d you get, Steve-o?” Peter asked me.

“Scotch,” I answered dully. What can I say? I couldn’t think of anything original.

“An old man’s drink,” Ev’s perfectly-styled man-of-the-week said to me. I didn’t quite know how to respond.

“Yeah, it suits me, I guess, being old man. I go to work, I take care of my daughter, I eat, I sleep. I’m pretty boring.”

“You forgot poop,” Luke chimed in. I looked at him questioningly, as did everyone else. He smiled and went on. “Well, sorry, if you were really an old man, you would take pride in your pooping.” I laughed, as did everyone else from the absurdity (and truth) of the comment.

“No adventure in your life?” Boytoy asked me.

“Oh, leave him alone, Blake,” Ev reprimanded. Blake. Of course. The perfect name for a high-maintenance, metrosexual yuppie who thought he was smarter than he actually was. Ev could do so much better, but perhaps I was a bit too judgmental. After all, I was just meeting him for the first time. “Steven, this is Blake.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said out of obligation.

“Girl, we need to dance,” Erin said.

“Amen to that,” Ev answered, taking a drink. I took another sip of my scotch.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Ev; I was talking to Steven.” We laughed at Erin’s blunt honesty.

“So you like to dance?” Luke asked me. His eyes smiled. They were so pretty. A very light brown with flecks the color of his golden hair that you could only see in a certain light. His nose was very straight, except for a small bump at the bridge that said it had been broken a long time ago. And then those lips. They were perfectly bow-shaped, pink, begging to be kissed. “I’ll take that as a yes?” he questioned. Oops, caught staring.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sometimes,” I finally answered. Damn it, Steven, this was not the time to check him out. He smiled at me again. I watched his eyes wander over my face, then he turned and took another sip of his beer. I took that as my cue to turn away, too, and take a sip of my scotch. When I looked up, everyone was staring at us, grinning. Shit. Well, everyone except Blake.

“Let’s go dance, yes?” Erin asked me.

“Peter, do you mind if I steal your wife?”

“Please, by all means, it will save me from dancing. And let’s be honest: none of us want to see that,” he laughed, gesturing Erin out of the booth. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, though,” he said, pointing to the window at the end of the table overlooking the club, then pointing at me and mocking suspicion. “Don’t be trying to paw my wife.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Blake said, just a bit too snidely to be taken as a light-hearted joke. This boy was cruising for a bruising.

“You sure you can still dance, Steven? You are an old man, after all,” Ev teased, salvaging the conversation from an awkward moment.

“Ev, you’re just jealous that I’m dancing with Erin and not you,” I quipped back, grinning. The four of us walked down the stairs, leaving Luke and Peter in the booth. I secretly wished it was Luke I was going to dance with, but I pushed that thought aside and resolved myself to just have fun.

Luke

Damn it all to hell in a little red wagon if I didn’t stop and stare as soon as I saw Steven Abernathy walk through the door to Mid’s. He seemed genuinely tickled that I asked about Ana. What can I say? I was fond of her, but more fond of her father, and she seemed to be the key in opening the lock on his tightly-guarded self. She really was the apple of his eye.

He was as surprised as I was when he slid in the booth with Ev and Erin.

Evangeline had come on to me—and not subtly, either—when she first brought her car for a routine oil change. She had tried so hard to get me to ask her out that I had to tell her that she didn’t have what I was looking for. She, of course, took that to mean that I thought she was ugly—which was especially hard for her since she knew that she was one of the most gorgeous women most people would ever lay eyes on—at which point I had to explain that she didn’t have the correct equipment. She looked at me with a silent ‘oh’ on her lips and then smiled at me. We had been close friends ever since.

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Steal Your Girl Ch. 01

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Introduction: The following is a work of fiction. It is not intended to be taken seriously. It contains rough sex between two women and there’s a lot of language that might offend. If you’re a woman, know that this isn’t a sweet lesbian romance.

If you’re a man, it might not be for you. If you read it and decide to call me a bunch of names, well, you’re just proving my point, aren’t you?

But read on if you like…

*****

Hi.

My name is Amelia Jones and I’m a lesbian.

I’ve known I was a lesbian ever since I knew what the concept meant. I never had any romantic feelings towards men and only ever had them towards women.

I’m a real lesbian though. Not the sort that you see in the stupid movies with the big fingernails and gross heels trying to appeal to men who like the idea of a woman with another woman but only so he can join in. I was always large with thick shoulders and thighs. I played a ton of sports, usually being better than all of the boys my age, and liked to keep my hair cut short. Because of that once everyone hit puberty it didn’t take too long for me to start hearing the insults. I was a dyke, a lez, a queer, a butch, a bull. The same boys I played sports with growing up all of a sudden turning on me just because I wanted to do the same thing with girls they wanted to do. Deep down, I think I know it’s because they felt threatened by me.

My experiences with that, I have to be honest, combined with getting older and seeing how the world worked really turned me into a feminist. A radical one to be honest. I’ve got no use for men and think they’ve generally done a shitty job running the world and exploiting women. As a result, I have to admit, I’ve developed a bit of bitterness towards them. A lot, actually, I take a lot of joy in beating men at things.

Mainly sex. Sorry boys, but I’m a firm believer in the supremacy of lesbian sex. In my years of being with other women I’ve learned not only how to make them cum but how bad men most men tend to be at it. A lot of the girls I’ve picked up have been women frustrated by the lack of orgasms in their life. How their men were two pump chumps who only left them reaching for some toy to finish them off. Even if they didn’t find me attractive, those women soon learned to love what my learned hands and fingers and lips could do to them. Best of all, sex was an area where I could really show up the men. There was nothing I loved more than exposing some straight girl to what I could do with a strap on. Big, thick and lasting all night, I’ve developed into a fucking pro with the big cock I wear. 12 inches long, thick as a wrist and built to look and feel as realistic as possible, even if my natural parts don’t convert a straight girl my all-night powerfucking will.

See, “straight” girls are my weakness. There’s nothing I like better than the look on a girl’s face as she experiences the multiple, powerful orgasms that only another woman can give her. Making her beg for more. Watching her realize that she should only be fucking women just because of how good I’m giving it to her. If she thinks she likes cock, all the better. Like I said, my cock is more than up to the job of making women realize that what mother nature gave men naturally, molded silicon and rubber gave me twice as much of.

I liked a certain kind of girl too. The hotties. The ones that Madison Avenue or Hollywood told us should be the pinnacles of male lust. I guess it’s the competitive streak in me but I just can’t help but get a thrill out of seducing the beautiful, nubile, fit stunning looking women most of all. Big, perky, soft tits are a huge plus. I’m almost 40 now but my tastes haven’t changed a bit. As long as they’re 18 and legal and sexy as fuck I want to turn the little prom queens and cheerleaders into sexy little baby dykes. More than willing to eat pussy if it means they get to cum all night long at an older butch’s talented hands. If they’ve got a boyfriend or husband they’re devoted to, all the better. My namesake was a trailblazing adventurer, well, so am I.

I know some people might think that’s cruel but, frankly, I think that leaving a girl like that to a life of disappointing sex with a man is much crueler. Women are raw, animalistic, sexual beings who don’t need time to recharge after they cum. We can fuck for hours and cum as many times as we want. I’ve personally made it my mission in life to show every woman the way, starting with the perfect 10’s. Every woman, I think, is a lesbian at heart. They’ve just been brainwashed by the patriarchy to accept the shitty lot of being the object of male lust. As far as I’m concerned, I’m a freedom fighter. A freedom fighter with a huge, fake cock. Lock up your wives and daughters.

So even though I know I’ll get a lot of angry feedback from men who, deep down, know what I’m saying is true I thought I’d share some stories about my most memorable conquests.

Stealing the Fiance

Truth is, I’ve never been one to settle bahis firmaları down. I’ve got a bad case of wanderlust. I could never seem to fit into any one job for any length of time and even though I loved seducing beautiful young women, I was never one for relationships. I just liked fucking a girl, converting her to a life of lesbianism and then passing her off to one of my appreciative friends. Big old butches who would know how to take care of the sexy little bitches I would give them and who were always willing to do me favors in return.

So for instance one time not too long ago I was helping out a friend of mine who runs a little bridal boutique. Nothing serious. I was just supposed to be taking client information and working the register. In exchange, she was letting me crash in the apartment above the shop. She had an actual employee who was doing the measurements and everything. I didn’t love the job, having to deal with all of those beautiful, sensual women getting ready to get married to some guy nearly turned my stomach but I can’t deny it led me somewhere interesting.

It was just near closing and I was about to lock the door when one of the most spectacularly sexy women I’d ever seen ran up to the door, a hurried look on her face.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry I’m late, are you still open?” she asked. It took me a second to process because I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter just looking at her. She had sandy blonde hair and bangs that framed her big green eyes, cute button nose and thick, pouty lips. She was about 5’6, with long legs, full hips and a slender waist. Best of all were her enormous tits. They looked like two fleshy basketballs bulging out from her tight blouse. I wanted her instantly.

“Who are you?” I asked, trying to keep my cool. It took everything I had not to just take her then and there.

“I’m Danielle Simmons,” she said, “I had an appointment for one last fitting for my dress but I ran late and my wedding is only a month away and I really hope you can still fit me in.”

I smiled. I knew that it was far more likely that she would be the one who would have to fit me in.

“Yeah, of course,” I said with a smile, knowing that Yvette, the shop’s real employee was gone for the day. Still, I could work a tape measure, how hard could it be?

I watched as the little blonde cutie walked towards one of the change rooms as I went to grab the tape measure. As I did, I wondered how to play it. After all, she said she was only a month away from getting married. The thought both turned me on and gave me pause. After all, if she was only a month away from agreeing to waste her beautiful body on a man I was really needed. I knew she might take a lot of convincing, the engaged ones often do. Married ones, ones who are disappointed with their men are easier. If they’ve still got wedding fever it can be a different story. As I watched her walk away, my eyes glued on her perfect little ass, I knew I’d give her all the convincing she needed.

I walked into the change room, bracing myself for what I knew I was about to see but even still it took my breath away. She’d taken off her jeans and blouse and was just standing there in her bra and panties. They didn’t match, the bra was a black and white number that barely contained her big boobs and her panties were a little pink pair that hugged her hips tightly. I knew that wearing completely mismatched underwear like that meant, in straight girl world, that she probably didn’t plan on having sex that day.

Well, I thought as I brought the measuring tape around her hips, she didn’t plan on meeting me, I guess.

I brought the tape measure around her hips and tugged it firmly around them, my hand resting on her firm butt cheeks. Right away I could tell two things. One, her body stiffened as I palmed her ass which let me know she knew I was touching her in an inappropriate way for a simple fitting. Two, she didn’t stop me.

“Thirty four inches,” I said out loud. She nodded.

Then the waist, her smooth little flat stomach was the next place my hand lovingly caressed. Again she didn’t object.

“Twenty two inches.” I said as the measuring tape met.

Finally, I brought the measuring tape up to below her mountainous tits.

“Thirty two,” I said, measuring her rib cage.

Finally, though, I was about to get two handfuls of those big firm breasts. Still, I wanted more than just some over the bra groping action.

“Why don’t you lose the bra,” I said, looking down at her, “A bust like yours is going to be a real effort for the dress and we’re going to want to get it as close as possible.”

She looked up at me with those big green eyes, looking like a lost little lamb. It was adorable. I couldn’t wait until she was looking up at me with the same look, only with her tongue buried in my cunt. I could tell she knew I was asking me to show her those incredible tits and not for just sartorial reasons. Still, she probably thought she kaçak iddaa was just going to tease the old lesbian. Have a story to tell her girlfriends.

She ran her hands up behind her back and, thrusting her chest out, unhooked her bra. Our eyes were still glued as she let the huge cups of it fall off.

They were magnificent. They barely fell at all without the bra, sitting high and firm on her chest like a teenager’s. Perfectly tear dropped shape with cute pink little nipples that I couldn’t help but notice were very erect. Even if she thought this was all innocent fun, I could tell she was proud of them. Hell, I would be if I had a set like that.

But god didn’t bless me with that particular gift. She just blessed me with the gift to seduce girls like this busty little angel. I ran the tape measure up again and let it out considerably to stretch out over the fullest part of her breasts, making sure that I pressed it over both of those suckable little nipples of hers.

“Forty,” I said, barely believing it. I forgot what that meant in terms of cup size. F? G? Either way, the girl was fucking stacked and I couldn’t help myself but let out some sort of acknowledgment, “Jesus Christ.”

“You like?” she asked, adopting a little girl voice as she stuck her chest out further.

That was it. I was done fucking around.

“Well, it’s tough to say,” I said, “After all, I’ve got five senses and they all matter. I can tell they look incredible but…”

I grabbed her hips roughly and shook her a little from side to side. Despite being as firm as they were the size of the big tits still made a slight wobbling sound as they bounced from side to side.

“…They sound good…”

I leaned down and buried my nose in between them, resting right in the valley of her incredible cleavage. I inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of her delicate perfume.

“…they smell divine…”

“I think that might be where you should stop,” I heard her say but ignored her. I knew what she wanted, if she didn’t. I reached up and filled one of my big hands with a handful of firm, full titflesh. Still, it was too much and despite my healthy grasp, there was still so much left untouched. I was a pretty good player in high school but I never could palm a basketball.

“Oh,” she moaned as my palm digged against her nipple, “You really shouldn’t.”

“And now the taste.”

I leaned down again and sucked the perfect, pert little nipple into my mouth. Hungrily. I sucked like a starving baby. My free hand cupping the big boob, serving it up on a platter to my ferocious mouth. I sucked as much Danielle’s big tit into my mouth as I could, the room filling up with the almost obscene sound of me hoovering up as much of her into my mouth as she could.

She squealed in pleasure even as I felt her hand half-heartedly try to push my head away. I just kept sucking.

“OK, that’s enough I think-“

But I didn’t listen. In fact, I knew it was time to step things up. I reluctantly took my right hand off her left breast and pushed it downward. Quick as a flash I was sliding two long, strong fingers into her pussy and starting to finger fuck her. Starting the process that would leave her a lesbian.

“What?” I asked, almost tauntingly, pulling my mouth off her tit for just a second “Going to tell me you’re straight when your pussy is this hot and wet for me?”

If I had any doubts about the fact that I’d cracked this girl, her hand pulling my mouth back towards her huge chest erased them.

“Your mouth is just so fucking good,” she moaned. I fingered her faster, pausing only to yank her panties down so I could really give it to her and revealing the cute little patch of blonde hair above her otherwise bare cunt.

I kept sucking and fucking Danielle, feeling her body get hotter and hotter as she began rolling her hips and thrusting her little pussy onto my fingers, her tightness gripping me so painfully I thought my fingers might snap off in her. That she was so tight told me she wasn’t getting much at home. Still, I was a little surprised she’d been that easy. Not disappointed mind you, just surprised.

It didn’t take long to get her off. Once my thumb started rubbing at her clit she began bucking wildly and moaning like a goddamn banshee. I wondered if her fiance had ever gotten her to make the sounds I’d gotten from her in only a few minutes.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged, “I’m gonna cum.”

Music to my ears. I went faster, harder. And soon the slim, stacked, big breasted blonde was screaming as she gushed her girlcum all over my fingers.

“Fuck ME” she yelled, her hands digging into my shoulder as she shivered and came buckets, leaving my fingers all sticky. I’d thought she’d been tight when I was fucking her but the way she clamped down around my fingers when I fucked her was something else. She was hot as an oven and slick as a rainstorm and my fingers were practically stuck in her. kaçak bahis

I didn’t give her much time to enjoy the aftershocks though. The next part of the seduction process, I knew, was crucial. Fuck a girl, make her cum with your fingers or mouth or even strap on, and she can always rationalize it away like it was no big deal. Like it was just experimenting with a girlfriend at a slumber party. Even if it was some big butch lesbian, who didn’t like orgasms, right? It didn’t have to mean anything, right?

Wrong. And I knew to expose that lie, the most important part was what followed. Getting her to fuck me right back.

It’s easier than you might think. So long as a woman has been properly fucked and is in that heady post orgasmic glow, she’ll do whatever you say. Eat out of the palm of your hand. Well, it wasn’t the palm of my hand I had in mind. Roughly, I pushed her down to her knees with one hand while the other undid my belt. I’d been dripping since she’d walked into the shop and only her tongue would do the trick.

“I don’t, I mean, I’ve never” I heard her weakly say as I tugged my jeans down along with my boxers, exposing my fleshy cunt, glistening wet and covered in black curls.

“You’ll do fine, girl,” I said, pulling her babbling mouth to where it should be. Where it was meant to be. Really starting the process of converting her from a mildly interested cocksucker to a voracious pussy eater. I stuffed her mouth with my cunt and gasped as I first felt the sensation of those pretty little lips on my own vertical lips. She was tentative at first but she soon started licking with gusto.

That’s less surprising than you might think. A lot of girls are hesitant at first but as soon as they realize they don’t mind the taste they get into it right quick. Their natural instincts with knowing how they like their pussy eaten transferring pretty quickly into a lesson in eating it themselves. Soon she was tonguing me like a seasoned pro, her tongue exploring every nook and crevice of my cunt. It was such an erotic sight, this beautiful young girl on her knees, her mouth full of the cunt of a woman twice her age. It was where a girl like her belonged, happily trading on her youth and beauty in exchange for the pleasure she was probably still feeling. The pleasure that she could really only get from an older, experienced woman.

“Yeah, that’s right bitch,” I moaned, letting some of that frustration out, “Eat that pussy. Really lick that cunt.”

That was important. Reminding them explicitly what they were doing. As I saw the fires intensify in those pretty green eyes I knew the wheels were turning in her head. She probably never thought of herself as the kind of girl who’d eat pussy, well, she was making a wreck of the buffet right now.

She was good. Her tongue long and soft and, truth was, the appeal of getting a girl like this between my thighs was enough for me. I grabbed that pretty blonde hair and pressed myself against her, driving her tongue deeper into my cunt. Riding her face practically, letting her cute little button nose work against my clit. I loved it.

It didn’t take long like that. I love having cute girls eat me out. The visual more than makes up for whatever inexperience they might have. Besides, every time they make a wrong move or act a little hesitant, all I can think about is just how much I’ll change them by the time it’s over.

“Fuck me, you hot little slut,” I groaned as I came, flooding her hungry mouth with my cum. She was a trooper though. She ate all the cream I had for her.

Eventually I came to a stop, my thighs no longer wrapped around her head. When Danielle finally pulled her mouth from my pussy, my juices still running down her chin, I could see she was at the half-way point. She knew she liked eating pussy and having a girl fuck her. That was great. But I didn’t want a bi-sexual. I didn’t want her in a few years, after years of frustration, to suggest to her husband that maybe they have a threesome in the hopes that she could really cum again. I wanted a pussy-crazed submissive little femme and I knew just what would push her the rest of the way.

“Don’t go anywhere cutie,” I said, kissing her and tasting some of myself on her tongue.

It didn’t take long for me to go grab where I’d stashed my strap on. Quick as a flash I had it cinched up around my waist and I was back at the change room door, I could see from the naked feet under the door that Danielle hadn’t gone anywhere. Proudly, I opened the door and stood there in all my well-hung glory. All twelve inches bobbing obscenely in front of me. The cute blonde with the huge tits practically had her eyes bob out of her skull when she was what I had in store for her.

“There’s no way…” she laughed, “No way that thing will fucking fit.”

I smiled. I loved that reaction. Both knowing that it meant she’d never had a cock anywhere near this big and what I would do to her as a result. More over, I knew it meant she didn’t really understand her body. Most girls couldn’t take the whole length, sure, but the girth? Our bodies were designed to give birth. I knew that if she was hot enough and wet enough she’d take it and love every second.

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Doing Eva Ch. 05

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Ch 5: Shaving Kati

When I woke up the next day, Kati had already left my bed. I had slept so soundly I could not remember when she had left. That girl, or rather, young woman had really made an impression on me. I wasn’t quite sure how to handle it. I had to talk to Eva about things.

When I had washed up and dressed, I headed down to breakfast. It was almost 11 am, much too late for breakfast. Apparently I was not the only one to have slept in as both Ray and Eva were still having a late coffee; Kati was nowhere to be seen.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” greeted Ray. “You must have been awfully tired.”

I said nothing, just helped myself to a coffee and sat at the table with my friends.

Eva filled me in, “Kati is not even up yet. She must have been exhausted from travelling and all the excitement of her birthday, to say nothing of that ride on your bike.”

I thought I saw a tiny smile almost break on her lips, but not a word about the previous night.

In a few minutes Ray had finished up and announced he was heading out to run some errands. “You’ll have to entertain Paul by yourself, hon,” he said, without a hint of irony. Good thing, too, as I wasn’t sure I could handle the kind of entertainment that Eva was capable of providing.

The two of us made small talk over more coffee and a pastry — I was ravenous.

Eventually Eva broke the conversation open asking me, “is there anything I should know about last night?”

“What do you mean?” I played coy as I wasn’t sure how having sex with her granddaughter might sit with Eva.

“You know exactly what I mean, Paul. Don’t play innocent with me. I’m pretty sure you had a visitor last night, and it wasn’t me.”

“How do you know that?” I protested.

“First, Kati and I talked a lot before she even moved here, and then with more detail when she finally arrived. She had a lot of questions about losing her virginity and once I showed her a photo of you, about what you were like.”

“Really? She did?”

“That girl was so into it that she convinced me to take her shopping… to my favourite shop, that lingerie place downtown across from the Post Office.”

“I can’t believe that was all her idea. I know you too well.”

“I did encourage her thinking and helped a bit with planning so by the time we hit the store, she knew exactly what she wanted. Did you like it?”

I weakly denied understanding what Eva was telling me.

“Paul, it is very sweet that you are trying to protect Kati, but I also know you only too well and given this kind of opportunity, you would never disappoint a young lady. Besides, we could hear a lot of it through the wall.”

With that little factoid dropped in front of me I gave up. “Thank you, Eva. Kati was so beautiful and completely open to whatever was happening.”

“She had fun? And did you?”

I proceeded to tell Eva about everything that had happened during the night, starting with how Kati had surprised me in the dark.

“That was my idea, actually,” Eva explained. “But that was pretty much all my contribution: sexy undergarments and the whisper-soft entrance.”

I told Eva more of what we’d done, including the first time I had come all over Kati’s chin and chest.

“No! Really? I have seen you cum by the cupful so that part doesn’t surprise me, but that Kati took to it as you describe is incredible. What a sexy little wench,” she said of her granddaughter.

When I had pretty much described the whole night, Eva asked me a most unusual question: “Was there anything you would have liked different or better? Anything about Kati you were unsure about?”

I must have looked as confused as I felt because Eva asked me again using different words.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“Did you introduce her to cunnilingus?”

That’s when I figured out what she was digging for. “No, I didn’t. I wasn’t sure she was ready.”

“That’s not it, is it?”

Much as I did not want to criticise my young lover, I had to admit to my older lover: “Kati has pretty thick pubic hair, actually.”

“And by that, can I assume you mean she has a forested area instead of pubes?”

“How do you know, or did you just guess?”

“I Kati get ready before she came to your door last night so I got a good look at her whole body. That girl is spectacular all over, but for that excessive bush, don’t you agree?”

“No kidding. It doesn’t bother me that she has a thick bush, it’s never stopped me before, but that could be a lot better I think.”

“For both your sakes, I hope she gets the idea that cutting it back a bit. It’s going to make sex better for her, and for you, too. Besides, once she’s had a touch of your tongue, she’ll never doubt the decision.”

We discussed Kati’s pubic hair for a little while, beating around the bush as it were, wondering how to get Kati to trim her pubes. Eventually, Eva suggested it might be best for her to approach the topic herself. After all, the two women had already had intimate discussions and now had something to talk about together.

“Does bahis firmaları Kati know you and I have had sex?” I asked.

“I did tell her we had been lovers but never got into the details. She knows nothing about your aunt Suzanne, either, nor about Ray’s involvement in our threesomes and more.”

“How did she take it?”

“I love her attitude and her free thinking. When Kati learned I had fucked you, she wouldn’t stop asking questions about what you were like in bed; what your cock looked like; how big it was; what your come tasted like. It seemed never-ending, but she finally relented when I told her she’d get personal experience later and she could tell me what she thought of all that. In fact, she started telling me this morning, until Ray came down and she went back up to bed.

By the time Ray got back, we’d talked ourselves out and I was ready to hit the road. Kati was still upstairs and instead of waiting for her, wait and maybe embarrassing her, I decided to take off back to my dorm.

I left with instructions to Eva to find out a little more ‘stuff’ so we could chat later.

– – –

Eva watched Paul ride off on his bike, then turned to Ray. She hugged him close and pressed her tits against his chest. She put one of his hands under her loose shirt while sliding one hand into his sweat pants to cup his still-soft-but-huge penis. It only took a moment for it to start moving under her hand.

“Looks like you and Paul had a bit of fun.”

“We talked about last night and about Kati. Seems she is as sexual as we are, Ray.”

“What’s got you so hot? Did Paul get into you a bit?”

“Nope. That’s the problem. Our conversation was detailed and incredibly sexy, but he was ready to go before I could drag him upstairs.”

“Oh, so I get the payoff, then?”

“Fuck me now, big man!”

Eva grasped Ray by the waistband and dragged him into the sunroom off the kitchen. She closed the door and pulled down the shades. By then Ray had dropped his pants. As usual he wore no underwear so was ready in no time. Eva turned towards him, dropping her own clothes as she approached her husband.

“Sit on the table,” he told her.

Eva knew Ray loved to fuck her standing up between her thighs and this table was exactly the right height; they’d fucked here many times.

Eva, naked but for a tiny pair of panties, hopped up on the table and reclined onto her elbows so she could watch the action below. Her generous boobs spread across her chest, falling off the sides slightly. Her nipples were already thick and hard, crinkly and demanding attention. Ray ignored them, but she took one of them into her mouth, chewing on the nub in anticipation of Ray introducing his cock into her pussy.

Ray stood there between his wife’s strong thighs, nothing moving other than his super-thick cock bobbing in anticipation.

“Take me, Ray. I need your big cock, daddy.”

Ray took is cock into one hand and guided it towards the gash in front of him. He slipped a finger under the crotch of her panties to pull them aside for his entry. Eva’s pussy was amply wet and when she slipped a hand down to open herself up for him, Ray started to press his erection into space between her labia. His thick glans slipped easily into her pussy, but he only pushed in the glans itself. For at least a minute all he did was to bob his cock as it sat inside the entrance to Eva’s pussy. She responded by trying to grasp him with her pelvic muscles (those Kegel exercises sure paid off, she thought).

As Eva enjoyed the knob that was opening her up, Ray started to push further into his wife. Her pussy was well-accustomed to his size but as wet as she was, Eva still felt herself filled by the her husband’s cock, as she always had.

Again, Ray paused once he’d pushed all of himself into her. He knew that Eva enjoyed him just sitting in there while she massaged his cock with her cunt. It would not be the first time that she had actually made him come without ever withdrawing or driving himself back in. This was not going to be one of those times.

“I need you to fuck me, Ray. Pound me. Hang on to my hips and give me all you got, you fucker.”

Ray knew this was one of the times his wife needed all he could give her. He pulled out slowly, just once, then thrust hard into her with his rock-hard cock. Again and again he pounded into his wife as she groaned and muttered “fuck me, Ray. Harder!”

It was all Ray could do to hang on to his wife as she bucked and rolled on the table all the while he was fucking her.

Ray was getting close and he signaled to Eva that he was about to come.

Eva was all ready for it and she grasped his cock inside her cunt even more firmly. “One more, Ray.”

He knew this meant she needed only a couple more thrusts to bring her to orgasm so that’s exactly what he did: pounded his giant cock twice more into Eva and as he did so, several things happened.

First Eva started to come, the Ray felt the first pulse of cum rising from his balls, and then the table collapsed, dropping Eva kaçak iddaa (yes, as she was coming) riding onto the floor and leaving Ray standing between her legs, cock standing out from his crotch and shooting the first of several streams of sperm towards his wife below him.

But that wasn’t all. The noise of the collapse had alarmed Kati who was just then coming into the kitchen. She ran to the sun room, ignored the blinds and pulled the door wide open scared at what the noise had been.

The scene that greeting young Kati could not have been scripted any better. She stood there, mouth open, eyes wide and short of breath. Her grandfather was standing between her grandmother’s legs with his immense cock (could they even get that thick, she wondered instantly) spurting white goo towards her grandmother on the flattened table, and they were both completely naked.

All three of them were frozen in place. Jaws dropped, skin showing and dramatically silent.

“Good morning, Kati,” said Eva. “Did you sleep well?”

That was enough to break the ice.

“Good morning grandma, grandpa. I slept great and now I need a good breakfast.”

“I’ll get something ready for you in a few minutes,” offered Ray. Just then his cock shook and a long dribble of cum was released. All three watched in amazement as it stretched towards the floor.

That was when Eva started to laugh; Kati joined right in and after a while, so did Ray. This was a most incredible introduction to family sexuality for all of them.

“Give me a hand up, Kati, and we can get breakfast started while your grandpa wipes off his cock.”

So nonchalant, so unalarmed. And so sexual.

Eva and Ray went off to clean up as Kati waited in the kitchen. She had been so surprised by the scene with Ray and Eva that it had not shocked her. But she was now thinking about all that she had seen. Not sure what to think, nor how to face her grandparents later, Kati was equally turned on by what she’d seen. Her grandma’s melons were not much bigger than her own, even if they were clearly not as well supported; and that hugely thick cock! How could Eva take that into her pussy? Then again, she had given birth, thought Kati.

As she considered the thick, forceful shot of sperm she had witnessed, Kati realized she was getting turned on. She was about to press a hand against her mons when she heard Ray coming back down.

“Let’s get you breakfast, then,” he offered. “Waffles okay?”

“That would be great, grandpa.”

“Why don’t you call me Ray now, and your grandma Eva? I think it’s time we treated you like an adult.”

Eva came into the kitchen as Ray was mixing up the batter. “Can you make us some more coffee, Kati,” he asked.

“Sure, grandp… Ray.”

Eva noticed and said, “glad we have that out of the way.”

Not quite knowing what she meant, Kati wondered if Eva was talking about what she had just witnessed.

Seeing the quizzical look on her granddaughter’s face, Eva added, “I mean treating you as the adult you are now. First names make sense.”

The relief on Kati’s face must have registered because Eva followed up with, “or did you mean that sex thing with Ray?”

“I suppose I mean both. Eva and Ray make sense since I feel more like friends, and the scene in the sun room did surprise me a bit.”

“That’s an understatement. You REALLY surprised us, Kati. Did seeing us like that bother you?”

“At first I was mostly stunned and it took a second for me to figure out what was going on. When I realized you were making love before the table collapsed, I felt a bit turned on. I hope you don’t mind my saying that, grand… Eva.”

“Of course not. I am much more concerned that we gave you too much of a show — it’s only your second day here after all.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t mind at all.”

“Honest? Because it was quite a bit to take in I thought.”

Kati was realizing that her grandmother was more excited over what happened than she was concerned now. She decided to push the issue.

“You looked fantastic naked, Eva. And those tiny white underwear almost glowed against your dark skin.”

“Th-th-thank you,” replied Eva, once again surprised at the openness shown by Kati. Nothing seemed to phase this kid, she thought.

“It was kinda sexy to see Ray shooting his come on you, too.”

Eva was now officially shocked. “What?” she exclaimed.

“I thought Ray coming on you was pretty hot, especially how you seemed to enjoy it, too. That’s all.”

Silence from the older woman.

“Are you okay Eva,” asked Kati.

“Uh, yea. You just surprised me. I didn’t think you had seen all that.”

“I certainly did, and I saw how his cock spewed a second time, then dribbled onto you below him. Grandpa sure has a thick cock.”

Eva was beginning to get more comfortable but was still cautious about how this might affect the young, inexperienced woman. “Are you okay with that? Really?”

“I loved the shock on your faces as much as the sexy tableau you both made. And it was pretty funny, too, when kaçak bahis I realized what had happened…” she tapered off, thinking she might have gone too far.

“Do you really know what happened?”

“I think Ray was fucking you a bit too hard and the table just broke, landing you on your butt. And grandpa was just about to come so it was too late to stop.”

“True,” replied Eva. “Exactly what happened, but you sure made it into the room fast!”

“I have to admit I almost anticipated it. I was getting a glass of juice and I could hear some soft grunting in the sun room. I had no idea that it was you two, but I wanted to see what was up. I was about to sneak a peek through the door when the table broke — I already had a hand on the knob so it was quick to open… and there you were, though I saw Ray first.”

“I am happy you are okay with all this because it’s not the way I wanted to introduce you to our sexuality. I had no intention of you seeing us naked, much less fucking in the sun room. Ray and I talked after you left and we decided to come clean with you.”

“What do you mean? What else is there?”

“Ray and I are very open about sex and about who we have sex with. We both have occasional lovers; sometimes we even share them in threesomes or more.”

“Oh. I didn’t think about that. I guess I don’t know much about sex, do I?”

“Never you mind, Kati. I am just happy you are not stuck up or scared off by something so positive as sex.”

The two women enjoyed a light lunch as they talked. Eva was still cautious but Kati kept asking more and more detailed questions. She had already known that Paul had slept with Eva, but now she knew just how close they had been, and how often. Kati laughed out loud at the image of Ray coming all over the window as he watched Paul and Eva fucking and playing in the pool.

“So I’m not the only one Ray has demonstrated his cum-power to then?”

“Shush. He might hear you.”

“Hear what,” said Ray as he walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, nothing,” said Eva. “Kati just told me a girl’s only joke.”

Ray only stayed around a few minutes then headed out to work in the garden. “You girls behave, now,” he said as he closed the door.

Kati got back on to the topic of sex. “Can I ask you a really personal question, grandma?”

“Of course. We have no secrets here.”

“How big is Ray’s cock really? It seemed so huge poking out there towards you.”

Eva smiled. She had known this question would come. “Ray is about nine inches — that is a very big cock.”

“How big is Paul, then? I thought he was really big.”

“I have never measured Paul, but I am pretty sure he’s almost eight inches.”

“Wow. You say those are big, and I think so too. What’s a regular cock like?”

“Most men are pretty happy at about six inches; a few are shorter and an occasional one is even bigger than Ray.”

Kati stared for a moment. “What’s the biggest you’ve ever had?”

“The biggest I have had is your grandpa’s, but I have seen on much bigger.”

“How much cock did that guy have?” Kati asked.

“It was at a sex show in Amsterdam where they actually perform right on stage. This guy’s cock as it started to harden was almost down to his knee. It looked fake, until it got hard, but even then it only made it up to halfway to horizontal, but we could tell it was real.”

“That’s amazing, but I don’t think I would ever want more than I have already had. Paul was huge enough, he filled me completely, grandma.”

“Paul does have a great cock,” agreed Eva, smiling slightly. “The real difference between Ray and Paul though is in the thickness. Paul is nicely proportioned, but Ray is incredibly thick and that makes even more difference.”

“That’s what I thought, but I didn’t really want to ask.”

“It’s okay for us to talk about anything, Kati, even my husband’s giant meat.”

Kati giggled at hearing the description. “It’s only meat at first — then it becomes man-meat, right?”

“You got it, Kati. And Ray’s man-meat really fills me up and that’s saying a lot because I have had quite a few cocks in there.”

“How many men have you had sex with?” asked the young woman.

“I never really counted, but it would have to be a couple of hundred over the years.”

“That is really hot, grandma. Who was the best?”

Eva was briefly flummoxed by the question. Who indeed?

“I think overall it has to be Ray. He and I have fucked in every place you could name and a couple you wouldn’t, and every time he has made me happy. Even the times I did not have an orgasm.”

“What about Paul?”

“He’s a great lover as well, but I will let you decide what you think on your own. That is, if you want to have him in your bed again.”

“I sure do. I just want to be sure he wants me as well. I am pretty inexperienced and if he’s used to lovers like you, I can’t compete.”

“Honey, it is not about competition, but have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You are probably the sexiest woman I have ever seen, and I have seen quite a few of them, too.”

Kati knew to take the compliment. She just smiled at Eva. Getting up, she gave Eva a soft kiss on the lips and said, “I need to have another shower, maybe with the handheld shower head.”

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My Life is You Ch. 11

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It was half past midnight. Dillon knew because he had checked the time using his talking watch. The house was quiet and he was sure Nurse Sterning was asleep. She always retired to her room promptly at 10:00 p.m.

He carefully made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. Without thinking about it, he had brought his cane along and now he had to work to make sure it didn’t bump against anything. He almost gave himself away, however, when he tripped over a chair. It seemed that Nurse Sterning had been rearranging the furniture and hadn’t bothered to tell him there was now a table and chair in the hallway. Holding his breath, he listened. Had Nurse Sterning heard the scrape of the chair over the tile of the hall? He breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t come running. Then he moved on. Entering the kitchen, he silently lay the cane upon the counter and opened the first drawer.

His questing fingers met with silverware. Knives, forks, and spoons were neatly placed in a plastic holder. Shutting it, he moved to the drawer below. This one appeared to contain towels. Dillon tried to remember how many drawers there were in the kitchen. Suddenly, it seemed like there were a hundred of them even though he knew that wasn’t right.

The third drawer held odds and ends, but not the kind he wanted. He muffled a cry as he pierced his finger on a meat thermometer. Sucking his finger, he closed the drawer. The lowest drawer was deep and Nurse Sterning had placed onions and potatoes in it. They rolled against each other as he eased the drawer shut again.

Slowly Dillon made his way around the counter. It took him quite a while since he didn’t want the drawers to make any sound as he opened and shut them. He constantly worried that the contents would shift and clang together as the drawers were in motion. Ascertaining what the contents were wasn’t much easier, either. He had to be very careful about where he placed his fingers.

Dillon was just about to give up hope when he came to the last drawer. It was the one next to the back door. However, he didn’t believe that what he was looking for would be in there since nothing was in the same spot anymore. Why would Nurse Sterning leave this drawer intact?

Dillon cringed as the heavy drawer groaned and rattled as he pulled it out. That was a good sign, however. Those keys were heavy, along with the other things he had kept in his junk drawer, like a hammer and screwdrivers. Not daring to open it all the way, he pulled it out just far enough for his hand and lower arm to slide in. His fingers met the handle of the hammer! Dillon’s heart beat rapidly as he ran his fingers up the handle to the head.

There it was! Right above the hammer was the bag of keys. Dillon withdrew his hand to the handle of the hammer again and carefully pulled the hammer from the drawer. Then using his other hand, he reached back into the drawer and grasped the bag of keys.

Pulling them toward him in the drawer was an excruciatingly slow process. If anything were going to give off a lot of noise, a bag of keys would do it. Finally though they sat at the front of the drawer. Dillon picked them up and then placed the hammer back in the drawer, which he eased shut.

Taking his time, Dillon moved out of the kitchen and down the hall. He almost ran into the table and chair again, but he remembered them at the last minute. It was only when he reached the first stairstep that he remembered his cane. He couldn’t leave it there. It was a definite giveaway.

Backtracking, Dillon retrieved his cane. Now the problem became making sure the cane didn’t hit anything and keeping the bag of keys silent while finding his way without tripping over anything. The damn table and chair were the only real obstacles, however. Without them it would have been a straight shot down the hall.

The journey up the steps was a tense one. They rarely creaked, but from time to time, as the house settled, they would speak out. One did groan as he placed his weight upon it and Dillon froze again. Nurse Sterning was down in the study and he hadn’t checked to see if her door were completely closed. Had she heard that?

The sound of the study door opening scared him. Dillon heard her walk to the downstairs bathroom and shut the door. He crouched down on the stairs so that he would be as small as possible, hoping to blend with the shadows. He couldn’t remember what color he was wearing and unfortunately had no way to check.

Only when Nurse Sterning was back in her room a heart-pounding five minutes later did Dillon dare to illegal bahis breathe freely again. He wasn’t sure why, all of a sudden, he didn’t trust her, but something no longer seemed right.

He hadn’t analyzed his feelings. He was only going with instinct on this. But his instincts told him she was hiding something. Yet, there was no reason for her to do so. Unless she was doing something illegal, he didn’t care what she was doing. He was too busy trying to figure out what he was doing with his life to worry about what she was doing with hers.

Reaching the top of the stairs, he traveled the few steps down the hall to the guestroom. He carefully placed his cane upon the floor, glad he had re-carpeted the hall not long ago. The carpet was thick and high, muffling the sound of the cane hitting it. With trembling hands he carefully opened the bag. The keys clinked quietly together, but he didn’t think they were loud enough to rouse Nurse Sterning again.

The first key fit into the lock, but would not turn. The second wouldn’t even go in. The third fit, turned slightly, but not all the way. The fourth also fit but did not turn. It was the fifth key that worked. It wasn’t a perfect fit. But it turned farther than the others and with a bit of finessing Dillon got it to unlock the door.

**

Seth listened to the door rattle. What was going on? Was Nurse Sterning standing out there and enjoying the chance to torment him? He’d rather she just came in. If he was going to die tonight, he didn’t want it to be after long hours of torture. Scratch that, the waiting had already been long hours of torture.

The lock finally clicked and the door eased open just a fraction. There was the sound of some clinking and then the door opened completely. The moon shining through the part in the windows showed a muscular figure who turned and silently closed the door behind him. It was Dillon!

Seth could have sobbed with relief. He watched as Dillon moved to the dresser and set a bag of some kind down. Then Dillon began to open and close drawers, searching for something. Seth was sure that Dillon did not know he was there.

Sucking as large a breath in through his nose as he could, Seth began to thrash on the bed with all his might. His ties didn’t allow him much leeway, but he used whatever he had. He also cried out against the gag, creating muffled sounds.

Dillon jerked aright. “Who’s there?” he asked softly. “Is someone there?”

Seth worked harder, his body straining against his bonds. Still clutching his cane, Dillon moved toward the bed. Only when Dillon’s fingers slid over the comforter and onto his leg did Seth stop moving.

Dillon’s hand slowly traveled up his body. In any other situation, Seth would be moaning with delight. Dillon’s touch still sent sparks through him, even now.

Dillon’s hand jerked back slightly as it brushed against his crotch. Seth could almost be amused if this weren’t his only chance of rescue. Dillon’s hand continued its upward journey, over his stomach, which had been flat before but was closer to hollow now, and up the center of his chest.

When Dillon’s hand reached his face, Dillon discovered the duct tape. Seth felt Dillon’s fingers move along it to the edge. Dillon was much gentler in its removal than Nurse Sterning had ever been. He peeled it carefully away from Seth’s skin. It still stung; there was no way to avoid that given how raw the skin underneath was.

Seth worked his mouth once the gag was removed. His jaw was incredibly sore and his mouth dry.

“Who are you?” Dillon asked.

Seth swallowed several times, trying to bring saliva to his mouth before answering. “It’s me Dillon, it’s Seth,” his voice was hoarse from disuse.

“Seth,” Dillon breathed. “Seth, what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later,” Seth replied. “Please, just untie me now. We have to get out of here before Nurse Sterning comes.”

Dillon hesitated for a moment. Seth was sure he was weighing his need to know what was going on in his own home against Seth’s urgency. Luckily, Seth’s fervor won out and Dillon ran his hands up Seth’s right arm to the tie there.

Muttering at how tight it was, Dillon lay the cane upon the bed between them. Seth watched Dillon work at the knot with both hands. All of Seth’s struggles had actually tightened the knots and Dillon had to work hard to get them undone.

When Seth’s right hand was free, Dillon moved to Seth’s right foot. Seth half sat up the best he could and went to work on the bindings surrounding his left illegal bahis siteleri hand. Sweat was beading on his brow. It was amazing how a physically fit body could be so reduced in four days’ time.

Seth would spend the rest of his days thanking the Lord that he chose that moment to glance at Dillon. If he hadn’t, he never would have seen Nurse Sterning enter the room, intent upon filling a syringe with something.

“Dillon, watch out!” Seth cried. Dillon jerked up and back, before swinging around. He had to know that Nurse Sterning was there even if he couldn’t see her. There was no other reason for Seth to react that way.

Grabbing his cane, he turned and swung out. His passes didn’t come close to Nurse Sterning, who had barely entered the room, but they did keep her at bay.

Seth struggled to untie his left wrist, his fingers fumbling in his haste. Finally it was free and he sat up completely. Dillon had untied Seth’s right foot and begun to work on the bindings of the left. With trembling fingers, Seth completed Dillon’s work.

Dillon was still wildly swinging his cane. Nurse Sterning was trying to calm him down. It was obvious to Seth that she didn’t want to hurt Dillon. “Shhhh, baby, it’s alright. Mommy’s here and you just need to put that down so that Mommy can make everything right.”

Instead of calming Dillon, Nurse Sterning’s words seemed to make Dillon more agitated. His swings of the cane became wilder and more violent, where before they had just been a means to keep Nurse Sterning away.

Seth rose, supporting himself by holding onto the footboard of the bed. He hissed in pain as blood rushed back into his limbs. The pins and needles sensation that accompanied a limb “falling asleep” was magnified a hundred times. “Dillon, we need to get out of here and call the police,” Seth gritted out between clenched teeth.

“No!” Nurse Sterning yelled. “No one’s taking my boy away from me ever again! Dylan, baby, just let Mommy take care of things,” her voice became pleading for a moment. Then she turned and rushed toward Seth, the syringe extended in front of her.

Just before she could reach Seth, one of Dillon’s swings connected. He was screaming, “What are you talking about? You’re not my mother! My mother is a self-righteous bitch that turned her back on me long ago!” The last word was punctuated by the sound of the cane striking flesh. It caught her across her left arm and her chest.

Nurse Sterning cried out in pain, reeling slightly from the blow, but not pausing in her desire to reach Seth. She leaped at him, the syringe scraping over his skin but not puncturing it. “Let me just take care of him and then we can sit down and talk. I’ll help you, I’ll help you to remember me,” she panted out as she struggled with Seth.

Seth fought to push her back. Normally he would have been much stronger than her, but he had been greatly weakened by his time in captivity. The syringe waved wildly in her hand as she tried to insert it into him. He locked both his arms around her right wrist, pushing the syringe away from him. Then he twisted, throwing her off balance.

Nurse Sterning cried out again as her feet slipped out from under her. As she went down, Seth tore himself from her grasp. He moved to Dillon and took the cane, standing over Nurse Sterning. “Drop the syringe,” he ordered her in a harsh voice.

Nurse Sterning sobbed, but dropped the syringe. Seth carefully kicked it away from her, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. “Please Dylan, please baby,” she pleaded. “Don’t be mad at Mommy. I just wanted us to be together again.”

“Dillon, go call the police,” Seth said quietly. Dillon turned and felt along the wall until he came to the door and headed out into the hall.

“He’s not your son, you know,” Seth said softly. “He remembers his mother, he said so himself.”

“No! I don’t know what they’ve done to him, but he is my son! He has to be! I can’t have lost my baby,” she collapsed in on herself, wailing. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and Seth could almost feel sorry for her. If his body wasn’t aching with all she had put him through and the syringe weren’t lying there on the floor, a reminder of what she had planned, he might have wanted to comfort her.

They stayed there for a long time, Seth silently keeping guard over her weeping form. The only time he moved was to turn on the light so that he could better see her. Dillon finally returned, an angry look on his face. “She disconnected all the phones other than the one in the kitchen!” he spat out. canlı bahis siteleri “I called 9-1-1 and they’re sending a car out. She better hope they keep her far from me,”

Not long after that they heard the wail of a siren. Dillon went downstairs to unlock the front door. Seth hadn’t moved from where he stood over Nurse Sterning.

A guard probably wasn’t needed anymore. She had taken one look at the hatred on Dillon’s face and gone quiet. Now, she just sat and quietly cried, murmuring to herself, “My baby, my baby,” as she rocked back and forth.

When the police officers arrived, there was a babble of voices. Both Dillon and Seth were trying to explain at once. Finally, the female officer put her fingers to her lips and let out a shrill whistle. “One at a time,” she commanded. “Mr. Marshall, you go first since this is your house.”

“I found Seth tied up in here,” Dillon said. “When I tried to free him Nurse Sterning attacked us.”

“I take it this woman is Nurse Sterning,” the officer said, looking down at Nurse Sterning crouched on the floor. “How did she come to be here?”

“She was my private nurse,” Dillon said. “I was in a bad car accident and I needed someone to help me, so she was hired.”

“Do you have any idea what she has against you Mr. Evans?”

“It’s not that she has something against me,” Seth said from where he sat on the bed. As soon as the cops had entered the room he had sagged down onto it, his rush of adrenaline dying out. “Somehow she convinced herself that Dillon is her son. From what I can tell, her real son died in a car accident similar to Dillon’s eight years ago. When I arrived to take him out to dinner she was threatened and wanted to get rid of me. I don’t know why she didn’t do it immediately, but I’ve been here since Sunday.” Then he thought of something. He had no idea how long that was! “What day is it?”

“It’s Thursday, or, actually, Friday morning,” the male officer supplied. While they had been talking he had called for paramedics and sealed the syringe in an evidence bag.

“You’ve been here since Sunday,” Dillon squeaked. “I’m so sorry, Seth, I had no idea.”

“It’s not your fault, Dillon,” Seth soothed him. “You had no way of knowing what she was up to.”

Dillon moved over to the bed and sat next to Seth. He didn’t seem to notice that Seth wasn’t very fresh at the moment. “Were you really going to take me out to dinner? Even after how awful I was to you?”

“You weren’t awful, you were upset,” Seth looked down at his lap. “I should have told you that I knew and that I didn’t mind.”

“So we can be friends again?” Dillon asked, tentatively reaching out to touch Seth’s hand.

“I’m hoping we can be that and more,” Seth said, raising his hand to Dillon’s cheek. “I’m not your therapist now, but I am still in love with you.”

A look of surprise came over Dillon’s face. Seth smiled and drew Dillon into his arms, holding him tight. Dillon pulled back, confused. “But, Seth! You’re not . . . I mean, you don’t . . .”

Seth smiled tenderly at Dillon. “Oh, yes, I most certainly am, and I definitely do, especially when around you!” Then he drew Dillon forward again and leaned down, eager to feel Dillon’s lips against his own.

The moment was interrupted by the arrival of the paramedics. One team went to work on Nurse Sterning while another insisted on checking out Seth. He protested that he was fine, but they were adamant that he go to the emergency room and have a doctor check him over.

Dillon asked to go with Seth in the ambulance but was denied since he wasn’t family. Seth told him to call Jeremy and see if he could bum a ride.

“I can’t call Jeremy,” Dillon said. “I make him too uncomfortable.”

Seth cupped his hands around Dillon’s face and leaned forward to kiss him lightly. The kiss was no more than a brushing together of their lips, but it was enough to make Seth’s toes curl. “No, baby, that’s not it all. Think. Nurse Sterning disconnected all the phones. You never heard the phone ring because she didn’t want you to have any contact with the outside world. She wanted you to think you only had her. But I know better. I saw Jeremy at Achin’ Saturday night and he misses you.”

Then Seth leaned in for another kiss. This one was as gentle as the last but it said so much more. It told of his love, his longing to share himself and his life with Dillon. Dillon’s lips were warm against his own and Seth longed to linger in the kiss. His thumbs stroked the sides of Dillon’s face as he drew away, their breath mingling.

When they pulled apart Dillon promised to call Jeremy right away. Seth let himself be led out of the house. If he had to go to the hospital, he wanted it over and done with as soon as possible. He was eager to begin the next chapter of his life.

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My Life is You Ch. 06

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Fantasia was a wildly popular place. Even on a weeknight, it was busy. On a Friday night though, and with Kickback playing, Fantasia was a madhouse.

Somehow, although Dillon had no idea how it could have been done, Carter had managed to reserve them a booth in the best location. It was a central spot, not far from the bar, the dance floor, or the bathrooms.

The speakers were turned fully up, making conversation difficult. That didn’t matter, though. Dillon’s three friends were so happy to have him out with them again that they did whatever they had to in order to talk to him.

He had to admit, now that he was out with them, that he was having a good time. He’d missed them, missed the chance to have fun. His life had been exceedingly serious lately. At this moment, Dillon was treasuring the chance to relax and enjoy himself.

True to his word, Dave told Dillon about all the hot guys wandering around the club. Since Dave had very eclectic tastes, he ended up telling Dillon about a lot of guys. Dillon didn’t mind, though. He figured verbal ogling was better than no ogling at all.

Also, Dave and Dillon had dated at one time, before deciding they were better as friends than as lovers. Before Dillon hooked up with Brad, they had been occasional bed buddies as well, so Dave was very knowledgeable about what Dillon did and did not like.

“So, what’s up with the scrumptious Seth?” Dave asked when the band took a break and the decibel level fell a little. “He’s probably got amazing moves in bed.”

Dillon felt himself flush a deep red. To give himself a moment, he raised his ice water and took a drink. He wasn’t drinking any alcohol because he didn’t want to be at all impaired while walking on his healing knee.

“I didn’t know he was scrumptious,” Dillon finally said after carefully placing his plastic cup back on the table. He was lying, though. He might not have known what Seth looked like, but he knew he wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of Seth.

“Trust me Hon, that boy is delicious with a capital ‘D’!” Dave assured Dillon. “If I were you, I’d get hot every time he put his hands on me.”

**

It was late and the club was getting ready to close. Dave was leading Dillon carefully outside. He had actually left his car in the parking lot earlier before riding with Carter and Jeremy to Dillon’s house. Now, Dave was going to drive Dillon while Jeremy and Carter headed back to their house.

They parted ways in the parking lot, Dillon thanking Carter and Jeremy for “dragging his sorry ass out of the house” before following Dave to his car. Dave drove a corvette and getting into it was a bit more complicated than with other cars.

Once Dillon was seated, Dave leaned into the car to buckle Dillon’s seatbelt for him. Dave’s body moved across Dillon, bringing them close together. Dillon inhaled, smelling the light sweat that Dave had worked up inside the club.

Then Dillon felt Dave’s breath on his cheek a minute before Dave’s lips brushed against his. It was a tentative kiss at first, but then Dave deepened it, sucking at Dillon’s lips.

Dillon’s hand came up and he tangled it in Dave’s hair. His whole being was centered on the feel of Dave’s lips against his, the firmness of them.

When Dave pulled back, Dillon was trembling a bit. He licked his lips, tasting Dave upon them. Then he slowly lowered his hand, letting it trail down Dave’s arm as he did.

“Come home with me.”

The four words were softly spoken but they contained a wealth of meaning. Dillon just nodded.

Dave quickly shut Dillon’s door and hurried to get in the car himself. He started the engine and then there was a bit of rustling. Dillon heard a CD being inserted into the player and soon a sultry jazz number was pouring out of the speakers.

Dave lived just a few minutes from Fantasia and this late at night there was almost no traffic. They quickly arrived at Dave’s townhouse, where Dave very carefully led Dillon up the stairs to the bedroom.

They hadn’t spoken since Dillon had agreed to come home with Dave, but no words were needed. They both knew why he was there. They had come together before and knew each other’s bodies well.

For Dillon, this was different though. He was seeing nothing. bahis firmaları In a weird way, he was sensing so much more than he ever had before. He could hear Dave’s heightened breathing, smell Dave’s musky scent, feel Dave’s touch tremble slightly.

Dave stepped back from Dillon and he heard the rustle of clothes. Then Dave’s hands were on Dillon again, helping Dillon to undress. As Dillon let his shirt drop to the floor, Dave ran his hands up Dillon’s torso, brushing his fingertips over Dillon’s nipples.

Dillon moaned ever so lightly, feeling his nipples harden. When the heat of Dave’s mouth engulfed Dillon’s left nipple, Dillon cried out. It had been a long time since he had been touched and his body was in a frenzy, wanting to enjoy itself again.

Unable to stop himself, he found himself imagining that it was Seth he was touching, Seth he was kissing. In his mind, the man with him became Seth, Seth’s body, Seth’s mouth.

Seth guided Dillon down to lay upon the bed. Then Dillon felt Seth move over him. Their mouths met for a long, tongue-thrusting kiss before Seth pulled back.

Dillon ran his hands down Seth’s back, kneading the muscles he felt there. Fumbling a bit, he moved his mouth over Seth’s face and down his neck, sucking and nibbling as he went. The light coating of hair on Seth’s back was slightly rough against Dillon’s palms. He tugged lightly on it as he kissed a spot in the middle of Seth’s chest.

Next, Dillon felt Seth’s hand move down his stomach. When Seth’s fingers wrapped around Dillon’s cock, Dillon couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his hips up.

Seth sat up a rhythm designed to drive Dillon crazy. He would stroke him hard and fast and then suddenly slow down, until Dillon was rotating his hips in silent plea, then he’d speed up again. Seth did this over and over again to Dillon, whose body was overloading on pleasure.

Then Seth moved around and Dillon realized that they were in a 69 position. Dillon raised his head and sniffed, savoring the aroma of Seth’s arousal. Extending his tongue, he ran it up Seth’s cock to the very head. Then he sucked on that ultra sensitive spot on the bottom side of Seth’s cock, where the head curved inward.

Seth cried out and stroked Dillon’s cock faster, his other hand playing with Dillon’s balls. Dillon longed to feel Seth’s mouth on his cock, but before he could express that desire it happened. Seth’s mouth ran down Dillon’s cock, taking it deep.

Dillon responded by laving Seth’s cock with his tongue, running it in a swirling pattern over every inch of skin. Using his lips to nip at the skin of Seth’s cock, he then ran his mouth up to the head. He sucked it into his mouth, running his lips up and down the length of it. Seth’s slightly sour pre-cum trickled over Dillon’s tongue and he rolled it around in his mouth before swallowing it down.

The motions of Dillon’s tongue had Seth moaning as he stroked Dillon’s balls and cock. He cupped Dillon’s balls, tugging on them lightly as he twisted his mouth on Dillon’s cock.

The cock in Dillon’s mouth began to jerk, expanding and contracting. Dillon sensed that Seth was close to cumming and pulled back slightly. He gentled his suckling until Seth calmed a bit again, then moved his mouth back down Seth’s cock.

His questing hands were running up and down Seth’s back and over his ass. He pulled Seth’s ass cheeks apart and ran a finger around Seth’s hole, pushing lightly at it.

Dillon felt Seth’s weight shift slightly and then heard a drawer being pulled open. There was the sound of some fumbling before Dillon felt Seth press a tube into his hand. Unscrewing the cap, Dillon squeezed some lube onto his fingers before moving them back to Seth’s ass.

Slowly, he pressed a finger into Seth’s ass, rotating it slightly as he did so. He continued to move his mouth up and down Seth’s cock, mimicking the rhythm with his finger in Seth’s ass. Once he sensed that Seth was ready for it, Dillon pushed another finger in.

Soon Seth was rocking his body back and forth over Dillon, driving his ass down onto Dillon’s fingers. Dillon increased the sucking pressure of his mouth, racing it up and down Seth’s cock. His fingers were moving, searching for the pleasure button that was Seth’s kaçak iddaa prostrate. Finding it, he rubbed it vigorously.

At the same time, his hips were twitching as Seth skillfully stroked his cock. He had been close several times, but Seth had slowed down each time. Now, neither of them was holding back as they raced toward completion.

As Dillon’s balls drew up against his body, he thrust his hips up. Crying out around Seth’s cock, his cock expanded with the cum rushing up into it. Seth drew back slightly as Dillon’s cock exploded, driving his own cock deeper into Dillon’s mouth.

Dillon’s body shook again and again as cum rushed from him, arching up and out. He sucked furiously on Seth’s cock, his fingers pistoning Seth’s ass as he rode the waves of his climax.

Just as Dillon’s breath began to calm, Seth groaned and pushed his cock deeper yet into Dillon’s mouth. Dillon took a quick breath a moment before he felt the first load of cum escape Seth’s cock. He swallowed it down as Seth delivered a second, and then a third load. He swallowed as much as he could, but felt some of it escaping to trickle out of the corners of his mouth.

Pulling back, he ran his tongue up and down Seth’s cock, trying to clean off all the cum. He couldn’t see what he was doing, so he relied on his thoroughness to get the job done.

Seth groaned and fell to one side off Dillon. They lay there, not touching, letting their breathing quiet and their heart rates slow. Finally, Dillon began to shiver slightly, his cooling muscles demanding more heat than he was receiving in the chilly room.

“Here, Dillon, use this blanket.” Dave’s voice intruded into Dillon’s fantasy world, ripping him from the illusion that it had been Seth next to him.

The reality of what he had just done came crashing down on Dillon. He had gone to bed with one man, while in love with another. He had used Dave and betrayed both him and Seth. It didn’t matter that Seth didn’t know or care about how Dillon felt, it was still a betrayal.

He began to shake, his emotions running ragged through his body. He moved onto his side, curling up, his arms going around himself as if he could hold in all that he was feeling. He buried his face in the pillow, but it was too much. A muffled sob escaped to float in the air.

Then a dam broke. Dillon shook with sobs, the bed creaking more now than it had just moments before. His whole body clenched and spasmed as his anguish came pouring out of him.

Dillon felt Dave’s hands on his back, rubbing, trying to soothe. It just hurt Dillon even more. Dave was a good man, a good friend, and now he was unaware of how badly he had been used.

Feeling himself being lifted slightly, Dillon tried to struggle. He tried to pull back, to curl in on himself. Dave wouldn’t let him. He murmured comforting words in Dillon’s ear as he rocked him.

The flood eventually ended. Dillon’s tears slowed and he found himself hiccuping slightly as he struggled to regain his composure. His face was pressed into Dave’s soaked chest hair and his arms were wrapped around Dave’s waist.

“I’m sorry I can’t be him,” Dave’s soft words startled Dillon. “If I could make him love you, I would. If I could change places with him now so that he was here in this bed with you, I’d do it.”

“W-what do you mean?” Dillon asked, sniffing a bit.

“I knew the instant I saw you two together. How could I not? You constantly had your face turned toward him, even when you were talking to someone else. Your face lights up every time he speaks, even if he’s just saying good night to someone else.”

“But, if you knew, then why . . .”

“Why did I bring you back here? Because you needed to come back here. You needed to let go, to discover that you can still please a man in bed.

“Oh, I won’t deny that it was partially my being selfish. You’re damn good in bed. You always have been. I would have jumped at the chance to spend this time with you no matter what the circumstances.

“Having said that, I also wanted a chance to help a friend. You’ve proven something to yourself tonight. You’ll realize what once you take the time to sit down and think about it.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” Dillon replied. “I know what you’re kaçak bahis talking about and I know what I have to do about it.”

**

The night fell silent as Dave turned off the car engine. Dillon reached for the door handle with one hand, Dave’s arm with the other. “Don’t walk me to the door. I need to do this on my own, and it starts here.”

“Are you sure Dillon? I mean, I know it’s insensitive of me to put it this way, but you’re blind, man. How will you get there?”

“Seth has been trying to teach me independence again.” Dillon’s voice was slightly choked when he said Seth’s name, but other than that his tone was calm and low. “Well, I’m learning the lesson. I need to do all this on my own.”

“Ok, but if you need me, you know how to reach me.”

Dillon nodded and then carefully moved out of the car. He inched his feet forward, his hand on the hood of the car, guiding him to the front of it.

He should have brought the collapsible cane that he had bought through his doctor. If he had thought of it, he would have. But he hadn’t thought of it. He wasn’t used to having to remember stuff like that. Instead, he’d have to use the orthopedic cane that he relied on for support as a substitute.

Once he reached the front of the car, he turned to his right and cautiously proceeded forward. Soon, his cane sank down into grass instead of hitting concrete. That was his clue to backtrack slightly and turn to the left.

Every couple of steps he would stop and extend his cane out to the side. Once it landed on concrete, he turned to the right again.

The path curved slightly to the left. Dillon hugged the outer curve so that he could tell if he was straying from it. He walked carefully, not wanting to run into the low steps leading up to his front porch.

Finally his cane lightly bumped against a vertical surface. Counting three steps, he climbed the stairs. He then moved forward another three steps and reached out to pull open the screen door.

Before he could retrieve his key from his pocket, the front door was wrenched open. “Where the hell have you been?” Seth’s voice barked out at him.

**

“I went out to a club with my friends. You knew that.”

Dillon was seated on the couch in the living room. He could hear Seth pacing back and forth in front of him. Seth was furious at him for some reason, and Dillon had no idea why.

“Yes, I knew that,” Seth replied. “I also know that Fantasia closes at 2 a.m., just like all the other clubs and bars in the area. So you want to tell me why you’re not getting home until after four?”

“Since when are you my parent?” Dillon demanded. “And how did you know I was going to Fantasia? I don’t remember mentioning it to you.”

There was a long pause before Seth replied. “I’m not stupid Dillon. I know you’re gay and I know Fantasia is the most popular gay club is around. Add to that the fact that Kickback was supposed to be there this weekend and I don’t see why you’d go anyplace else.”

Dillon held himself very still. Seth knew. How did Seth know? It didn’t matter that Dillon had been preparing to tell him that and so much more. Just the fact that Seth already knew was enough to make him feel like the night was folding in on him, squeezing him, holding him immobile.

“How . . .?”

“Like I said, I’m not stupid. It was obvious . . .”

“Obvious, huh? Really? Well, what else is obvious?”

“What are you talking about?” Seth demanded, a note of impatience in his voice.

“Well, obviously, it’s obvious that I’m gay. What else is obvious about me? Is it obvious that I want you so bad that I tremble every time you’re around? Or no, I bet it’s even more than that! I bet it’s obvious that I’m in love with you!” Dillon couldn’t seem to stop himself. Seth had known all along, had known and said nothing.

For all Dillon knew, Seth might have been laughing at him, laughing at the blind guy who was too stupid to see what was in front of him. Or worse, Seth might have spent this time pitying him. Dillon would take laughter and ridicule over pity any day.

“Well, let’s cover one more obvious point and be done with it. It’s obvious that I don’t need you anymore. The doctor says I can go down to PT one time a day now and I’m sure with Nurse Sterning’s help I’ll have no problem making it to a clinic and back again.

“So, Seth you’re fired. Take yourself, your equipment, and your obvious observations and get the hell out of my house!”

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Candy Canes and Kissing Balls

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There is a lull late in the afternoon at Grissom’s Gardens, a full service nursery. It is mid-December and the rush is on. Trees, wreaths, poinsettias and all sorts of things are being snatched up for homes and offices. The staff could barely keep up with the brisk business. Chris, the owner, is going over receipts and thought to himself, “We are ahead of last season. If this keeps up, we’ll be back in black by the new year.” A smile grew on his face, thinking of the new equipment he might be able to buy for the greenhouse.

Holly is running late, having been delayed by shoppers who can’t make up their minds. The lines are unbelievably long, she thought. There is still several weeks until Christmas, why all the rush? Holly is in charge of decorating her father’s shop and wanted to get the decorations today so she could put them up when the shop closed tomorrow night. She had all the fabric and bows, but needed greenery and is heading to Grissom’s. She hoped there’d be something left to buy.

When Holly pulled into the lot, hers is one of three cars there. She couldn’t believe there isn’t a crowd but is relieved that she didn’t have to push and shove anymore. She’d had enough of that to last the month. She climbed out of her car and walked the short distance to the door. She could smell the pine before she opens the door; it immediately lifts her mood. There’s nothing like inhaling pine scent, the smell of Christmas and the great outdoors.

Holly walks through the door and into a wonderland of sights and smells. Grissom’s always has beautiful holiday displays; trees decorated in various motifs, wreaths and garlands hanging in homey vignettes, toys scattered throughout. You can’t help but be in a good mood wandering through the shop.

She wanders over to the garland section and picks out several lengths of pine garland with pinecones and holly berries. She put them in her cart and saunters through the shop to the wreaths. She picks out one large wreath that had holly berries and a big red bow. It is a nice, manly theme for her father’s shop. Finding all that she needs to get, and happy with her choices, she heads toward the checkout desk.

On her way, she spies mistletoe and kissing balls. She looks wistfully at the mistletoe. Her boyfriend had broken up with her just last spring and she hadn’t found anyone of consequence since. It jostles her memory but she is resolved not to think about the past, and doesn’t buy any. The kissing balls, however, would look good in her front hall. There is no space to place decorations in the tiny alcove, but something hanging would be out of the way. She looks them over and picks one that is a combination of boxwood and holly leaves, with a few berries for color, and a sprig of mistletoe in the middle.

She rolls her cart to the checkout desk and finds that there’s no one there. There’s a bell on the desk and she rings it twice, then twice again. It echoes a tingling sound. She hears a distant “Coming” from somewhere in the shop. Soon a man appears headed for the desk. He’s taller than she is, maybe 5’6″, soft brown eyes, light brown hair, and a nice body to go with all of that. Both her heart and her body do a little jump when she sees him.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was here.” He punches a code into the register to unlock it.

“Welcome to Grissom’s. Did you find everything you were looking for?”

“Yes, thanks. You always have such wonderful displays. I wish I had more places to decorate.”

“Thanks. We love Christmas here and have fun creating the displays.”

Chris tallies up the purchases on the register. “That’ll be $52.75,” he states as he carefully bags each item.

Holly hands him a charge card and he runs it through the machine. “Um, sorry miss, your card has been declined.”

“Oh no, and I don’t have enough cash with me. Is there an ATM nearby?”

“No, sorry. The closest is at the shopping center on the other side of town.”

“Do you take checks?”

“Yes, we do. Just make it out to Grissom’s Gardens.”

Holly rummages through her purse and realizes that her checkbook is on the kitchen table.

“This isn’t my day. My checkbook is on my kitchen table; I was paying bills last night. Can you hold my purchases until tomorrow?”

“I’d like to accommodate you, but I don’t have a place to safely keep them. They might get sold.”

Holly stands there, stunned. She must’ve charged so much on her shopping today that she’s reached her card limit. She usually has cash with her for emergencies, but not that much.

“Well, I just don’t know what to do. I wanted to decorate my Dad’s shop tomorrow but if I can’t purchase this stuff, I’ll have to put the plan on hold.”

“I’m about to close the shop. If you live nearby, I could follow you home and you could write me a check.”

Holly looks at him a bit suspiciously. Can she trust him not to be a pervert or thug?

“That would truly help but can I trust you not to take advantage of me or rob me?”

“Here, I’ll give you my license information. bahis firmaları If I do anything you don’t like, you’ll have my info to give to the police.”

He hands her his license and writes down his name, address and license number. She almost giggles when she reads his name. Christopher Gringle, so close to Chris Kringle, another name for Santa Claus. It gives her some peace of mind to know who he is exactly.

“Okay. I feel better now. I’m parked right by the door. I live on Yule Lane, off of Chestnut Ave. Do you know it?”

“Yes I do. My truck is out back. I’ll pull around front and follow you. Just give me 10 minutes to close up.”

“Sure. I’ll take my bags to the car and wait for you there.”

Holly takes up her bags and heads out the door. Chris locks it behind her, and watches her go to her car. He likes the way her hips move. She’s got a nice face too, not beautiful or pretty, but very pleasant, and her dark brown hair looks so soft; he’d love to run his hands through it. Her deep brown eyes have flecks of gold that sparkle. He’s interested but too wary to open his heart again after his last heartbreak. He shakes his head to rid him of the memories he doesn’t want.

Chris turns to lock up the register, taking the remaining money to the safe, shutting off lights as he goes. Once the safe is locked and hidden, he grabs his coat and heads to the back door. He checks the delivery doors and they are all locked up tight. He flicks off the last light and goes out the door, locking it before he turns to his truck.

He climbs in and puts key to ignition, and nothing. It doesn’t even click. He realizes now that he probably left the lights on and the battery is drained. With a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, he gets out of the truck and walks around to the front of the building.

Holly is sitting in her car, waiting, and daydreaming. The effect that Chris has on her has revved up her hormones and she’s thinking of all the things they could be doing. She’s not aware that he’s standing beside the driver’s window until he knocks on it several times. She rolls down the window.

“You aren’t going to believe this. My truck won’t start. I think the battery is worn down. You don’t have jumper cables, do you?”

“I do but they are in my basement. I recently cleaned out my car and haven’t put them back yet.”

“I guess I’ll have to call a service. You don’t have to wait. I’ll trust that you will pay me soon.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll wait at least until you find out when the service can be here.”

Chris gives them a call and all service vehicles are out on calls. It will be at least 60 minutes or more. He tells Holly the news.

“I’ll wait in the shop. It’ll be cold but not as cold as out here.”

“Why don’t you come home with me and wait in comfort? I have your info if you try anything funny and you can have them come pick you up and take you to your truck. You probably haven’t had anything to eat either.”

“True. I didn’t even get lunch, we were so busy. If it’s not an inconvenience, and I promise to behave, I’ll take you up on the offer.”

“Good. Hop in.”

Chris goes around to the passenger side and climbs into the car, and puts on the seat belt.

Holly pulls out of the lot and onto the main street. She concentrates on driving safely, aware of his male presence beside her.

“Thanks for doing this, Miss, uh. You know, I don’t even know your name? I didn’t even look at your credit card when I ran it.”

“I’m Holly,” she tells him.

“Holly. That’s pretty. Wait… seriously? You’re Holly and live on Yule Lane? What’s your last name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Barry.”

“Holly Barry?” He laughs lightly. “Holly Barry, very Yule-tidish!”

“You’re one to laugh… Chris Gringle!”

They laugh together at the similar holiday themed names they have.

“Our parents had a sense of humor, that’s for sure,” Chris says.

After a few minutes, Holly pulls into the driveway of her duplex condo.

“Nice place, Holly. Good neighborhood too.”

“Thanks. It took a long time to find it. It’s not as quiet as I’d like, or as private, but it’ll do for now.”

They get out of the car and Chris walks to the back to help her get the greens out of the trunk. He follows her up the steps. After spending time in the car with her so close, his cock does a little jump as he watches her hips as she climbs the stairs. He’s never responded so quickly to someone before. He doesn’t know her at all but his body seems to have decided for him.

When Holly opens the door, he has to wait until she’s moved into the room before he can enter, so small is the alcove. He follows her into the kitchen and places the packages on the table. Holly turns on a light and he can see how tastefully the kitchen is decorated. She has little snowmen figurines placed here and there and red ribbons tied on cabinet doors. Just enough for the busy little space.

“Take your coat off and I’ll start making something to eat. If you want to call the kaçak iddaa service, the phone is in the living room, right through there,” she says pointing to a wide door off the kitchen.

Chris walks into the room and looks around. A pretty little tree sits in a corner, colored lights and some ornaments adorn its branches. There is no mantle or fireplace, but some strings of red garland drape across the walls. A red candle sits on the coffee table. Very nice, he thinks. Sitting in one corner, he spies a very large candy cane. He walks over and picks it up. It’s not candy but made of wood. He notices a ridge around the u-shaped head and he pulls it apart. The candy cane is a whip in disguise. He can’t help but smile, as he tries to put it back before she catches him.

He finds the phone and begins to dial but stops. His mind is working fast. He decides not to call, but feign that they can’t get to him until morning so he’ll have to stay the night. He’s very intrigued with her now and wonders what other kinks she is hiding.

He walks back into the kitchen and tells her the bad news. She takes it in stride as she places a plate of leftover meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans in front of him. She gets knives and forks out of a drawer and sits down opposite him at the table. She had already taken the greens that were on the table down to the basement.

Chris digs in to dinner. “Ummm, this is really good.”

“Thanks. What do you want to drink? I have water, milk, soda, or wine.”

“Let’s try the wine.”

Holly stands to get glasses and the bottle. She hands it to him to open, and he pours just a little more into her glass than his. He holds his glass up for a toast.

“To new friends.” She repeats the phrase and they clink glasses together.

After dinner, they sip wine in the living room. They get to talking and before it gets too late, she wants to hang up the kissing ball.

“I put everything down in the basement, I’ll just be a minute.”

“Here, let me help you.”

She says, too quickly he thinks, “No, I’ve got it, really.”

She walks through the kitchen and down the cellar stairs. He follows her very quietly. He waits until she’s out of sight and goes down the stairs. He’s greeted by a finished basement, heated, but with some very interesting items. He sees blindfolds, velvet ropes, and several dildos or vibrators. He only had a chance to quickly look but he thinks there is more in the part of the room he can’t see. He creeps back up the stairs and is in the living room before she reaches the kitchen door.

She walks in and puts the kissing ball down on the coffee table. She goes back into the kitchen to get a step ladder. She lines it up with the alcove overhead light and hooks the kissing ball around the filial. She climbs back down the step ladder and stands back to look at it.

She gives a nod, “Just right.”

Chris stands with her and agrees.

“But you notice what’s in the middle, don’t you?” Chris adds.

“Yes, so what.”

“So…” Chris spins her around and kisses her, his arms around her, holding her tight. He kisses her hard, forcing open her mouth and plunging his tongue in, giving her no chance to protest. She fought, wriggling, trying to get out of his embrace, but he was kissing her so soundly, she slowly melted into his arms and kissed him back. It was a battle fought for several minutes, and then she finally pushed away from him.

“How dare you..!”

“Oh, you wanted it, you liked it. You can’t fool me.”

“How could you think that?”

“I found your candy cane.”

There, that made her quiet her yelling. She stood stock still, seething but unable to say anything in her defense. Truth was, she did like it, and she did want it. But she’s used to being the one in control. Being controlled is what her last boyfriend did to her and she vowed never to be under someone’s control again unless it was her choice. But this man, this man who made her feel… so much. It was different with him.

“Care to explain why you have a whip?” Chris asks, not really expecting an answer. He already knew why; he just wondered what she would tell him.

“I didn’t know it was a whip when I bought it, I just liked the size. It fits the room.”

“Ha! We both know that is not true.”

Holly didn’t know what to do. If they happened to start a relationship, she planned to break it to him gently about her kinks, but now she is caught and doesn’t know how to get out of this situation.

Chris sees the conflict going on inside her. Being the person he is, he doesn’t want to make it easy on her.

“Shall we see how it works?” He turns and walks into the living room and over to where the candy cane is lying against the wall. He reaches down to pick it up.

“No, no, please don’t touch it.”

He stands back up. “Why?” She has to think fast, come up with a plausible story, one he will believe.

“I… um, I… use it on myself, as punishment.”

“I see. Why do you punish yourself?”

“My ex-boyfriend kaçak bahis was a control freak and trained me to whip myself when I’ve been bad. I find I still need it from time to time.”

Chris considers her story, decides that’s what it is, just a story, but he lets it go. There could be some truth in it.

“Okay, I’ll buy that,” he says. Holly relaxes a bit.

“Some more wine?” she asks, trying to change the subject.

“Yes, I think we need some.”

She pours some wine into their glasses and she downs half of hers before she gets hold of herself. To calm herself further, she goes back into the alcove to retrieve the step ladder and put it away. She then starts clearing away the dinner dishes and starts washing them. She’s so befuddled she’s searching for things to do to keep her away from him.

Chris bides his time in the living room, sipping his wine and watching her fidget. He fills her glass to the level it was before she downed it. She really needs to relax. He wants to help her but she has to be receptive and she isn’t right now.

Dishes done, dried and put away, Holly does a turn around the kitchen and sighs. There’s nothing else to distract her. She turns off the light and slowly walks into the living room. She doesn’t notice that Chris had turned the lights to low, and lit the candle on the coffee table. The room has taken on a very intimate, romantic glow.

Holly drops onto the couch beside him, and picks up her wine glass. She sips slowly. Chris is watching her face, gauging where she is in her mind, her heart.

He turns to look around the room, and that’s when she watches him. She likes his face, his bearing, when he thinks no one is looking at him. She doesn’t know why she’s fighting the desire that is flowing between them. She sits back and sips.

Chris slides his free hand over hers and caresses it. She doesn’t remove hers. In fact, she interlocks their fingers and rubs his fingers with hers.

He puts down his wine and turns her face to him. He gazes into her eyes, and then follows her nose to her lips. He leans in and kisses her ever so lightly, then moves away.

Holly likes the kiss he just gave her. He can be gentle. Pleased, she needed to know that there was a gentle side to him before allowing herself to give in to her senses. She puts down her wine and turns her body into him. He puts his arms around her and kisses her again, gently, searching for signs that she’s ready to be taken.

Holly gives as good as she gets and Chris takes this to mean she’s willing. He scoops her up in his arms and walks into her bedroom, which is the room he assumes is off the living room. He’s right. He walks into a beautiful white room, not frilly, but definitely a woman’s touch all around. He places her on the bed.

She watches him undress. He’s compact but powerfully built. His cock at full staff has her getting wet before he even touches her.

He comes over to the bed and starts to undress her. She wants to help him but he bats her hands away and pulls off her garments himself. He watches her breasts spring out of her bra, her nipples already hard peaks. He pulls off her underwear and sees they are wet.

He climbs onto the bed and straddles her hips. He takes her hands in his and pulls them above her head. She struggles, “No!”

This is what her ex used to do to her. But Chris holds her fast and kisses her protestations away. She needs to know he’s boss but he is a kind boss, there to give her pleasure. She stops struggling and kisses him back. In fact, she’s the one who is getting aggressive with tongue play. She nips at him and he nips back, which fuels her need to hurt and be hurt.

He continues kissing her until he hears little noises from her. She’s wriggling her hips, needing the primal coupling. He keeps his hands holding hers above her head as he slides down to suckle her tits. One touch of his lips and tongue and she pushes her chest into him. He nips and licks and she sighs and moans. He sucks hard and bites and she moans louder. He hears a slow leaking “Yessssss” leave her lips.

He finally lets go of her hands and moves down to her mound. He kisses all around the curly hairs and down the fold of her thighs. He kisses closer to her opening and she’s arching into his mouth, making him kiss her there. He licks her hole and sucks her clit and jabs his tongue into her. She wants more of his touching her, more of his tongue, more of him. She arches again and pushes his tongue into her pussy and he puts his teeth on places he can reach. She responds by moving on him so that his teeth scrape her and his tongue fucks her. She thrills at the feel of it. She moves faster and with a high pitched groan, cums, streaming her honey into his mouth. He drinks it all.

He moves up and places his cock at her entrance. With one smooth move, he penetrates her all the way, and holds there. He wants her to start the rhythm. She pushes her hips into him so he is as far into her as he can be. She slowly moves her hips in a circle. It moves his cock around the inside of her sheath, touching her G and grinding her clit. She does it to please herself but Chris can’t believe how good it feels. He lets her do this until he can’t stand it anymore and has to pound her.

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