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A Weekend In France

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This is a complete work of fiction, unlike most of my other works which have at least a modicum of truth. “I am only able to publish this story because of the invaluable help of my lovely editor “knickerlessalways” to whom I say “Thanksalways”.

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We have never been the type of people to be worried about showing our bodies. We have always walked about the house naked, even when the kids were still at home it was just as natural for them as it was for us.

Dave and I have always made love with the lights on, in just about every room in the house and, yes, of course we have fucked outdoors as well! I just do not understand how some people can spend a lifetime making love in the dark. We rarely shut our bedroom door and there were many nights when I think we might have had one or other of the kids as an audience but nothing was ever said, either then, or even now, years later.

I guess this all goes to show that I should not have been surprised at the following incident. In fact the surprise should be that something like it had not happened sooner. Now at long last our life was about to open up in a way that we had never imagined.

Anyway, I guess I had better get on with the story.

Over the years, one of our pleasures had always been visiting nudist beaches, wherever we went on a family holiday, and we always seemed to choose a destination that had nudist beaches. Now the kids are older, left home and have kids of their own, when they go on holiday they too end up at nudist destinations. I guess we must have taught the well over the years.

Dave has a good job and recently we have been lucky enough to be able to afford to choose destinations further a-field for our holidays – Caribbean, Mexico, and the Far East. But we still tend to end up at some place where we can get naked. Then we decided to take a long weekend break in Southern Brittany in France, stopping in a very nice four-star hotel. Our room was a mini suite, having a very a large bedroom with a huge super king sized bed, a sitting room with a giant TV with all the satellite channels, and a bathroom that had to be seen to be believed.

The tub that was more like a swimming pool; the walk in shower was so large that you could hold a party in it, with spray nozzles covering the complete booth coming at you from all angles. I had never seen anything like it!

After a long drive from England, the shower was impossible to ignore. We stripped and dived in together. I must say that it was incredible – the jets seamed to pulse in time with your heart beat increasing the jet power as the heartbeat increased. What a turn on! I almost failed to fight off Dave in his quest for my pussy but hunger and tiredness had overcome my desire for sex.

As we had arrived late, we had a quick shower, followed by grabbing a light meal and a few glasses of wine in the Hotels Brasserie before going to bed exhausted.

The next morning we decided to spend the day on the beach. The local beach near the hotel appeared to be very commercial, and not really for us. We decided to look for somewhere better.

We drove around for a while, always on minor roads hugging the coastline until we saw a sign for “Plage”, and headed off in that direction. The road ended in a car park, and after a short walk over the dunes we reached the beach. What a pleasant surprise! Everyone was naked, families, children, young and old. This was defiantly our type of beach, and what was more it was not even crowded.

We walked down the beach for a short distance until we got to an area that was mostly populated with couples but with few single girls and guys. This was much more for us as we no longer enjoyed sitting with families, with kids screaming, running around kicking up sand. Not our taste. We’ve done that, got the T-shirt and the video!

We found a spot at the back of the beach in a slight depression at edge of the dunes, and spread out our towels. Dave, without any hesitation, stood there and stripped naked for the entire world to see! I naturally followed suit. After all these years what is the point of being shy? I had long ago come to the conclusion that even though some of my bits were heading south and my tits did not stand out quite the way they used to I was in a lot better shape for my age than a lot of people you see on the beach.

One of the reasons we loved that beach is that we have always been people watchers, whether it is sitting in a pavement café or at the beach. There is nothing better than just sitting there, watching the world go by. And what an interesting world it was – bodies of all shapes and sizes, guys displaying cocks of all sizes, including a tiny little one that seemed not to exist, lost in its pubic hair, and even a few sporting what looked to be wickedly big ones.

It was not just Dave who could not take his eyes of the women. Talk about tits of all sizes, pussies hairier than hell, and those like me, shaved as smooth as a baby’s bottom – it was all on show. Although I have never touched, yetişkin porno let alone made love to, another woman, I had long ago realized that I could get turned on looking at other women as well as men.

I guess I should not have been surprised at what was about to happen but I was.

I asked Dave if he would put some sun oil on my back as I did not want to burn as the sun here was so much stronger than in England, so I lay on my front whilst he gently applied the oil to my back, massaging me as he did so. It could have been the sun, but I was getting wetter and wetter, not sweaty, but more than just damp between my legs, if you know what I mean.

He had started at the top of my back and worked his way down to my bottom, but just as he was about to reach my bum the sod stopped and started to work on my legs. I could have killed him. I was really looking forward to the feel of the warm oil on my ass.

However, I thought, he must reach the top of my legs soon and the end effect was bound to be the same.

As he worked his way up my legs all thoughts of my keeping them modestly clamped together was gone. Just as he was within reach of my pussy the sod stopped again. This time he went back to my ass, Wow, was that good or what!

Here was I, naked on a public beach, my cunt was on fire and Dave was rubbing oil into my ass. Fantastic! He massaged it right into the crack of my ass, using a whole handful. The randy sod even slipped a finger up my ass before putting couple of fingers into my cunt and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I was on the verge of coming big time when modesty and my natural reserve got the better of me. I said that I thought that we had better stop this before I went too far, and could not stop. That was when Dave said, “It would be a shame to spoil the show”.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“Look over your shoulder!” came his reply.

A nice looking couple about our age had sat down in front of us. They were watching us intently, not just looking at us, but staring directly at my dripping cunt They were obviously enjoying the “show”, as he was fingering her fanny whilst she was stroking the shaft of his fat cock.

I was in a trance. Dave told me to turn over and I just did it, without any thought of stopping. I spread my legs even wider and Dave continued to finger fuck me pushing three fingers deep into my cunt whilst rubbing my very prominent clit with his thumb. No one said a word except me when I shouted, “FUCK; I’m coming!” as one orgasm merged into the next.

As I came they both joined me as he squirted his spunk all over her tits.

The couple said in almost perfect English, but with a beautiful French accent “Thank you very much, for the show – it was exceptional!”

I watched as his spunk dripped off one of her nipples onto the sand feeling stunned. I had just had a great orgasm in public, and in front of a pair of complete strangers.

They asked if we minded them watching and could they talk to us. I said, laughingly, that after what they had just seen it would be hard to object.

They moved their towels closer and introduced themselves as Anton and Sylvie. They were from the North of France near Lille, and they, too, were on holiday. By coincidence, too, they were stopping at the same hotel as we were.

As we talked I asked if they had been to this beach before, but they replied that it was their first time, and like us they had found it by accident. I also asked if they usually masturbated watching others. Sylvie told us then that this was definitely a first for them, and they really did not know what possessed them to do such a thing. It had been so exciting to watch us, they said, and it was such a turn on that they just could not help themselves.

Sylvie asked if we had ever done anything like it before, and I told them honestly, that we were just a normal couple on holiday, and I had got carried away, and not only that but I was ashamed of my display.

“Oh please do not be ashamed.” she said, “It so was lovely. “

Dave, being Dave, said that in that case could we see you having the sun cream applied?

“Oh, I am not sure,” said Sylvie. “Oh, go on,” said Dave. “It is only fair. After all – you watched us!”

To be honest, I was still on a high, added to which I had never witnessed anyone do anything like this. Of course, we have watched the odd porno movie together but that is just not the same.

“Oh, please, Sylvie.” I urged. “You must!”

“Sylvie,” Anton said, ” it is only fair, and it is time we lost some of our own inhibitions.” Reluctantly she agreed, laying back on her towel and said ok to Anton. ” All this talk of sex has me turned on again, and my pussy is so hot and I do not want you to mess about. So no sun cream, please, Anton. Just play with me.”

With that Anton leaned over her and started to massage her tits and rolling her nipples firmly between his fingers. They grew to at least youjizz porno twice the size of mine, at least an inch long and very thick. Then she started to groan, letting her fingers find their way down to her dripping cunt.

“Oh,” she said. “Look – I’m so wet!” And with that she pulled up her knees and spread her legs wider giving us a better view, saying “Merde! What a turn on. I feel so dirty.” And with that Anton plunged most of his hand into her hole as she continued to play with her clit. She did not last long, bucking and thrashing around on his fingers.

“Wow,” I said. “That was the most fantastic thing I have ever seen.” To say that my pussy was dripping again was an understatement. Dave said “Amazing”, looking at me, “My cock is so hard it’s about to burst.”

Sylvie, now recovering said, “He needs help.”

“So do I,” said Anton, who was rock hard again.

I said that I thought that they both needed some relief and taking Dave’s cock in my mouth I proceeded to suck him off. He lasted just a few minutes before blasting the back of my throat with more spunk than I can remember him firing for years. I could not swallow it all. As he pulled out some of it dribbled out of the corner of my mouth landing on my tits.

As l looked around Anton was literally face fucking Sylvie pulling out at the last minute and covering her hair and face with his seed.

“Oh shit!” I said. “What are we doing? Look at us, we are all coved in sex juice and we have only just met. I think we should go for a swim, clean up, and cool down. ”

The four of us hand in hand walked down the beach to the sea. Dave gave me a big hug and started to wash me for some reason that I cannot imagine, he was paying particular attention to my pussy! I pushed him away, telling him to stop fucking around, and that enough was enough. He told me that enough was never enough and tried to have another go. The bastard!

We all fooled around in the water more like kids rather than mature adults for a good half an hour or more before going back to our towels.

For the next hour or so, we talked and talked without let up, telling each other our life stories and so much more.

At the end of the afternoon Sylvie said that they could not remember enjoying themselves so much for a long time, and they had never been turned on with another couple before. As a thank you she said that they would love it for us to have dinner with them tonight.

Without a second thought we accepted gratefully.

She said they knew a small discreet adults only restaurant where the food was magnificent. That they had been there once before last year, but they had been on their own. They had enjoyed the food and the atmosphere, but the only thing was that it was a swingers place and although they were not swingers, it was also a voyeur’s paradise. After our performances today on the beach, they thought we might enjoy it and it could be fun.

Sylvie asked if we were going to dress up.

“But dress how?” I asked her.

“Well, you know, wear something very sexy.” She said.

“I am not sure,” I replied. “I do not have much with me but I guess I could put something together. At least, I have some sexy undies.”

“Oh good,” she said. “I do so like dressing up somewhat risqué, but only at home, and strictly for Anton. But this will be so exciting – so different.”

We agreed to meet them in the hotel lobby at eight that evening, said our good byes, and made our way back to the car.

In the car on the way back to the hotel Dave asked me if I were sure, and was I comfortable with this? “You never know where this will end up.” He told me.

I said that today had been so much fun and such a turn on that for now at least I never wanted it to end. “If it starts to get out off hand or we get uncomfortable we can always make our apologies and leave.” I said. “How do you feel about it, Dave? ” “Well,” he answered. “You know I have always had fantasies about having sex with others, and equally I know that it has never been one of yours. But, today has come closer to fulfilling my fantasies than I ever imagined could or would happen. I say let’s go with the flow and see where it leads us. I am willing to bet that Anton and Sylvie are having the same conversation right now with exactly the same misgivings, as they do not strike me as hardened swingers. They seemed to have been carried away today the same as we were.”

As it happened he was correct, for they told us later that they had almost wanted to cancel the dinner.

When we got back to our room we took another shower in that fantastic bathroom. Dave was all over me and I had to tell him not to be a naughty boy, or otherwise we would never get out tonight. In all the years of our marriage I had never seen him so randy. His cock had been up proud for most of the day and he is normally a one-shot wonder.

But not today!

I ushered Dave into the lounge to have a drink from the well-stocked mini youporn porno bar and to watch the football on the TV, which began to cool him down as his team were losing.

I told him to leave me alone to get dressed, I had a real problem of finding something to wear. As I said, undies were not a problem. I had packed my sexiest lingerie to come away with, and it was what to put on top that was the real problem. I laid out a lovely almost sheer black bra, matching French knickers and a suspender belt with seamed black stockings.

It was Dave’s favourite outfit. He just loved the knickers as they had such wide legs. They were almost like wearing a small skirt, and they had two pearl buttons at the crutch that would open them completely, giving him the freedom to slip his hands inside them at will.

The only smart thing I had brought with me was a black dress, but you could hardly call it sexy. I had also a nice white blouse with buttons down the front, but it was a very transparent and I usually wore it with a camisole underneath, but if I wore it as it was my black bra would defiantly show. That did not bother me but what the hell could I wear with it.?

Trousers were out of course. I did have a straight black skirt but it was conventional, coming three or four inches above the knee and not even remotely sexy. Then I got an idea – it needed splits up the side. I got out my nail scissors and proceeded to undo the side seams. I had several attempts trying the skirt on each time and each time lengthening the slits until they were definitely above my stocking tops but below my knickers.

Satisfied with the overall effect I decided that I had cracked it. However, I would have to be very careful how I sat down if I did not want to show all to the world.

As I began to put on my make up I wondered just why I was going to so much effort. Was I really contemplating having sex with another couple? People we had only just met? Perhaps I was. I went into the lounge and stood in front of Dave, giving him a twirl and showing off the splits in my skirt. He said, “Wow! You look fantastic. Your blouse is so transparent that in this light you can clearly see your nipples through your bra. Are you really contemplating going to go out like that?”

“Of course I am!” I laughed. “You did not think I took so long getting dressed to chicken out now do you?”

“All our married life I have tried to get you to dress like that and I always received a flat refusal. What has changed? “asked Dave.

“Today has been like magic,” I said. “I have been on a constant sexual high. I feel that I have lost many of my inhibitions, but just how many we will have to wait and see. Now you had better go and get dressed, too, but before you do you can pour me a glass of Champagne.

Dave soon emerged form the bedroom wearing a very smart pair of black trousers and a dark shirt with a faint broad lighter stripe. I must say he looked gorgeous – the best I had seen him in years, or perhaps I had just not been really looking for years! He came over to me and said he had the perfect thing to finish off my outfit, and with that he put a single strand of pearls around my neck.

He stood back and looked again. “Mmmm,” he said. “Nice, but it really needs another slight adjustment,” and with that he undid two more buttons on my blouse so that it plunged right to the top of my bra. He said that that should make Anton come in his pants. I thought to myself, “Not only Anton but also every other man within a hundred miles”.

I was about to go out of the door when I realized I could not possibly go down to the lobby of the hotel dressed like that. I definitely needed a coat. As we exited the lift Anton and Sylvie were waiting for us, and I was intrigued to see that Sylvie was also wearing a coat!

We greeted each other in the typical French way with kisses on both cheeks. Anton had organized a taxi so it was waiting at the door. Once we were in the cab Sylvie said, “I cannot wait to see your outfit. I see you had to wear a coat just like me. My dress is much to risqué to be seen in the hotel.”

I said that I was so pleased that I had not misunderstood her. I had had doubts as to how “Adult” this place was going to be.

The ride to the restaurant took no more than 10 minutes and it was amazing how relaxed and comfortable we felt with each other. It almost seemed as if we had known each other for years, instead of not less than a day.

On entering the lobby to the restaurant the headwaiter greeted us, checked our reservation, and offered to take our coats. When I removed mine Anton actually whistled under his breath looking me up and down. I turned towards him letting him get a better view. The splits in my skirt came apart so that he could see my stocking tops. Sylvie said I had made quite an impression and not just with Anton and said how lovely I looked.

“Go on,” I said. “It’s your turn to take off your coat. As she removed it we could see that she was wearing a stunning dress, if you could call it a dress. It was black with a halter neck tied in a bow at the back of her neck. The front plunged to her waist, and how her tits did not fall out I do not know, and as she turned we could see that it was totally backless, letting everyone see the swell of the cheeks of her ass.

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Black Muslim Couple’s Counseling

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Meet Dr. Nala Abiodun, a six-foot-tall, curvaceous and beautiful, Nigerian-born transsexual porn starlet turned psychiatrist. Born in the City of Kano, Nigeria, and educated at the University of Windsor in Ontario, Canada, Dr. Nala became a psychiatrist after working for ten years in the adult film industry. In her previous profession and under the moniker of Queen Noire, Dr. Nala Abiodun appeared in three hundred porn movies as a transsexual dominatrix hooking up with men, women, and couples of all hues.

For over a decade, Queen Noire was the top transsexual performer in the adult film industry. The Nigerian-born transsexual porn star achieved this by being more daring than anyone else thought to be. Queen Noire had sex with manly black men and manly Latino men on screen, since she found white males to be utterly boring in the sack. Not to be a one trick pony, Queen Noire also expanded her sexual repertoire and had sex with women on screen.

A lot of transsexuals lack sexual fluidity or flexibility, preferring men, and finding women’s bodies absolutely unappealing. Queen Noire wasn’t like that. Fans worldwide were thrilled when Queen Noire would get down and dirty with Latin female porn stars like Rebecca Diamonds. Queen Noire would eat Miss Diamonds pussy and then put her on all fours before shoving her thick transsexual cock into the woman’s pussy and ass hole, banging her until she begged for mercy. Sexual fluidity is simply awesome. Sexual rigidity is boring.

Queen Noire could be seen getting her dick sucked by a manly black man and then she would also have sex with that man’s wife or girlfriend if the female in question walked in on them. A sexually fluid transsexual performer of the African persuasion was completely unheard of in the adult film industry. Queen Noire’s legend grew, and she made two million dollars before retiring from the adult industry. Queen Noire remade herself as a renowned psychiatrist after going back to school. Change is something Queen Noire most definitely believes in.

Dr. Nala’s expertise in sexual matters and her unique perspective have made her something of a celebrity. She’s authored the best-selling book Dr. Nala’s Guide To Love And Sex, and done the whole talk show circuit to discuss it. Everyone from Oprah Winfrey to Dr. Phil have praised Dr. Nala for turning her life around and changing professions. The good doctor is out there, treating patients, authoring books and doing good in the world. What’s wrong with that?

“Given how controversial sexuality is in black Muslim communities, you came to the right place,” Dr. Nala said to her new clients, Bilal Samatar and his wife Afifi Nesochi. Bilal was born in Puntland, Somalia, and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario. He studied at Ryerson University and works for Hollingsworth Motors as a division manager. Bilal is a six-foot-tall, handsome and successful black Muslim man with dark brown skin and a goatee. The brother enjoys all the trappings of success, but it would seem that there’s trouble in paradise…

As for Bilal’s wife Afifi Nesochi, uzun konulu porno she’s originally from Nigeria, and studied business management at the University of Toronto. Five-foot-ten, busty and curvy, Afifi has midnight skin and short, kinky hair. Afifi Nesochi works as a bank manager with CIBC in downtown Toronto. Bilal and Afifi are just another black couple in the City of Toronto, trying to work things out in their fledgling marriage. It was Afifi’s idea to come to Dr. Nala’s office, as the good doctor is, after a fashion, one of her country folk. Black folks in the Greater Toronto Area got to stick together, right?

“Our sex life isn’t what it used to be,” Afifi said flatly, to the consternation of her husband Bilal while Dr. Nala looked on, smiling. The good doctor loves it when the wives take the lead during these sessions. Dr. Nala looked at Bilal and Afifi, quietly assessing them. The good doctor is of the belief that many men who identify as heterosexual or bisexual would choose a transsexual lover over a genetic woman if society wouldn’t condemn them for making such a choice.

Dr. Nala was thrilled when African American porn legend Sean Michaels, a man who has fucked thousands of women’s mouths, vaginas and ass holes in porn videos, stunned the world by also doing transsexual films. The way Dr. Nala figures it, more men need to go in that direction. What a lot of straight women don’t realize is that their gay male friends and their transsexual lady friends often fantasize about their heterosexual boyfriends and heterosexual husbands. Everyone wants what they can’t have, after all. Straight women are way too trusting, for real…

“Bilal, Afifi, my goal is to help you,” Dr. Nala said, lying through her perfect teeth. When the good doctor did her tour of the talk show circuit while promoting her best selling book, many were struck by how much Dr. Nala resembled Tennis legend Serena Williams. Of course, Dr. Nala is a bit taller than the Tennis champion, and with a much bigger ass too. Dr. Nala has used her assets to seduce a lot of frustrated heterosexual men whose wives and girlfriends don’t appreciate them. It’s her dirty little secret…

“I love my wife,” Bilal said as he took Afifi’s hand and brought it to his lips. Dr. Nala nodded and smiled, for she was already devising a plan to steal Bilal from Afifi, since the big-booty Nigerian hussy clearly doesn’t appreciate her man. Dr. Nala locked eyes with Bilal and sensed that although Bilal considers himself heterosexual, he was still curious about transsexual ladies. Dr. Nala simply needed to find a way to lure Bilal into her bed, and she would use Afifi the foolish broad for that…

“You two need to spice things up,” Dr. Nala told Bilal and Afifi, and over the next few sessions, she bounced suggestive ideas into their minds. Afifi struck the good doctor as a sexual libertine, like the majority of ladies from her part of the world. Take away the restrictions of culture and religion and West African women like Afifi will put porn xhamster porno stars to shame. Dr. Nala knew this, and the conniving transsexual psychiatrist put her clever scheme in motion…

“You want us to have a threesome with Dr. Nala?” Bilal asked his wife Afifi, stunned that she would suggest such a thing. Afifi grinned, still aglow from getting her pussy eaten by her husband Bilal. With his face between his wife’s thick dark thighs, Bilal looked up at her, surprised. Afifi licked her lips and Bilal resumed eating her pussy. The Somali brother couldn’t believe his naughty Nigerian wife could suggest such a thing. Afifi once caught Bilal watching a transsexual porn video on his laptop and never let him forget it. Afifi accepts the fact that Bilal is bi-curious, but she loves to tease him about it. She could be such a pain in the ass…

“Whatever you say,” Bilal told Afifi as he put her on all fours, and admired her thick, sexy Nigerian ass. The Somali brother stunned his proud Somali family when he bypassed numerous lovely Somali ladies and opted to marry a Nigerian broad. The truth is that Bilal likes big booty women with an attitude, and he found Somali ladies much too tame. He smacked Afifi’s ass, causing her to yelp. Grinning, Bilal put his dick against Afifi’s backdoor and pushed…

“Oh yes, fuck me,” Afifi squealed, fingering her wet, hairy pussy as Bilal worked his thick dick into her ass hole. A lot of black women swear up and down that anal sex is wrong, but Afifi of Nigeria simply swears by it. Afifi began grinding her thick ass against Bilal’s groin as he fucked her. Bilal gripped Afifi’s wide hips and bucked his way into her, burying his hard Somali dick inside the forbidden depths of his favorite Nigerian lady’s ass hole. This was too damn good to pass up, for real…

“Fart on my dick,” Bilal told Afifi, who grinned and did just that. Bilal continued to fuck Afifi’s ass and didn’t let up until the merciless pressure of her thick ass on his dick got to him. Bilal cried out as he came, and Afifi squealed in sheer delight as Bilal’s manly spunk flooded her backdoor. The two of them melted into each other, and held each other tight. Bilal and Afifi are wild, freaky, and love each other. Nothing can ever get in the way of that…

“We’ve regained our passion and decided to end these sessions, you will be compensated, of course,” Afifi told Dr. Nala via video conference the very next day. Dr. Nala, dressed in a white blouse and white silk pants, seethed inwardly while appearing calm. The good doctor was quite surprised by Afifi’s decision, and inquired about Bilal, but she knew better than to press. Men seldom seek out psychiatrists unless ordered to by the courts or their employers. It’s usually women who drag their men to the doctor, after all.

“I wish you both the best,” Dr. Nala said, with a cold smile, before ending the video conference. The good doctor was pissed, for she had big plans for Bilal and that wife of his. Frustrated, Dr. Nala cancelled her appointments for the rest xnxx porno of the day. She went home, got some wine and watched TV. Still frustrated, Dr. Nala undressed, and whipped out her ten-inch ebony dick. In Dr. Nala’s previous life as Queen Noire, she has fucked hundreds of men, mostly black or brown, and probably half as many women. How could Afifi and Bilal resist her?

Dr. Nala closed her eyes and began to masturbate. As she stroked her cock, she thought about Bilal, the fine Somali Muslim brother with the dazzling smile. The transsexual psychiatrist was pissed that another heterosexual black man with hidden bisexual tendencies opted to stay with his wife rather than be lured to the dark side. Too bad too, because Bilal has a nice ass and Dr. Nala was willing to eat Afifi’s pussy and even fuck her just to get a shot at Bilal’s ass…

“Hey sexy,” Bilal said to Dr. Nala in her fantasy, and she welcomed him with open arms. Bilal and Dr. Nala kissed, and then began exploring one another. Dr. Nala sat Bilal down and, in her fantasy, she grabbed his big Somali dick and sucked him dry. When Bilal came, Dr. Nala swallowed his manly spunk. Afterwards, Dr. Nala laid Bilal on the bed and gave him a smooth massage while singing to him. Let the game of seduction begin…

“Let me get that ass, handsome,” Dr. Nala said in her Queen Noire voice, and Bilal grinned. She put him on his back, lubricated his ass and then worked her big black cock into his ass. Dr. Nala has fucked a lot of black men and brown men but never any Somali Muslim men. The sexy chocolate transsexual dominatrix buried her cock inside Bilal’s ass, and the manly Somali stud cried out her name. Dr. Nala began banging Bilal’s ass with deep, passionate strokes. Once Dr. Nala got Bilal used to taking dick, he’d stop longing for his wife Afifi’s pussy, she was sure of it…

“Oh yes, fuck me, I love your dick so much that I’m going to leave my wife for you,” Bilal screamed, in Dr. Nala’s fantasy. Dr. Nala plunged her big black cock so far up Bilal’s ass that the Somali brother’s ancestors probably felt it. Dr. Nala fucked Bilal until she came, then fucked him some more. Dr. Nala’s eyes snapped open after she came, and she looked around, unsure where she was. The good doctor found herself alone in her bed, since Bilal was never there. Nope, Bilal was at home with his beloved wife Afifi, beyond Dr. Nala’s grip. Or was he?

Thus began Dr. Nala Abiodun’s obsession with Bilal Samatar and his wife Afifi Nesochi. The not so good doctor hired private investigators to follow the couple around and take pictures of them. She insisted on knowing everything about their private lives, their financials, and all that Jazz. One day, Bilal realized that he was running into Dr. Nala Abiodun way too much, and he mentioned it to his already suspicious wife Afifi. Enough was enough, for real…

“Bilal, Dr. Nala is bad news, and she’s obsessed with you, we need to stop her,” Afifi said, and Bilal nodded in agreement. The couple hired a lawyer and through him, they obtained a court-enforced restraining order against Dr. Nala Abiodun. Tired of leading a mundane life, Dr. Nala returned to the adult film industry as Queen Noire. In her first comeback feature film, Queen Noire banged a Jamaican porn star who kind of looked like a certain former patient of hers. Old habits most definitely die hard…

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A Secret Even to Myself Ch. 10

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DISCLAIMER: This novel will be MESSY. STILL

This is purely an experiment to get writing. I do not know where this story will evolve. It is something of a break from the massive series which I am also working on… but more of a forgivable weekly sprint to see where a story will take me.

My goal is to publish every week. It’s my challenge.

This is not really a novel, although I do have a plot with an end, but I am approaching it more like a serial.

This is a pure rough draft. I do not have an editor. My goal is to publish an episode at least once a week. Think of it as a live studio soap opera.

This novel will be MESSY and thank you for joining me on this scary journey.

Happy Reading

-Talyis

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A SECRET EVEN TO MYSELF

(C) 2017, Talyis Ellison

CHAPTER 10

WEEK 5

Tobias was by himself sitting in the living room. All day he seemed like a trapped dog because it was raining outside and he couldn’t sit in the sun on his ocean deck. He was reading a manuscript and groaning over every page.

Mahin whipped her brow with her marigold cover hands. She had cleaned the entire top floor this morning and her back was sore. She had never cleaned this much in her lifetime. She wanted to just relax and sit down for a moment and do something. Cleaning made her think about everything in life. It was exhausting to think so much and have so much time to one’s self.

She pursed her lips. I was probably Tobias’ plan all along. He had hinted at so much during her punishments. He wanted her to reflect and reflect she did. She wanted to get this…sentence done and bury him in the industry. Well, bury him after she shoots her film. She had to be focused on that job first.

Mahin pulled her marigolds off and slapped the rubber gloves onto the coffee table as she sunk into the couch. Tobias’ eyebrows raised over the edge of his book.

“Do you feel useful?’

Mahin exhaled. She knew not just blurt out an answer when it came to Tobias. She took a quick second. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean what I ask. Do you feel useful?”

“I just cleaned your entire house. You better see that I am useful.”

“Tone, Mahin.” He retorted.

“Yes, I am useful,” Mahin crossed her legs and arms.

“Are you or do you feel useful?”

“What do you want, Tobias?”

“I want you to answer my question.”

“I’m not going to answer your stupid question.”

Tobias seemed to have dropped the subject and resumed reading the script. Mahin let her head drop against the back of the couch and enjoy the peace and quiet.

“Do you cook?” Tobias said suddenly.

“Of course, I cook. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon.” She wanted to say like someone but she held her tongue but indicated with her eyes.

“Good. I want you to cook dinner for now on.”

“Oh, of course, because I am not useful enough. Do you want me to lick your boots clean next.”

Tobias arched an eyebrow, wanting to take her challenge on, but remained tempered.

“Dinner is at 7 pm.”

“Of course, it wouldn’t be any other way. Would it? Your highness.”

He did not want to give her the satisfaction of a response. But she knew it meant she had a few hours to herself before she would have to begin preparing dinner.

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

Everything was going…well. She had tossed the salad and the meatloaf was still in the oven. She had just enough time to push the tray of bread rolls into the oven when the stove started to sizzle with the water overflowing onto the hot eyes.

Tobias walked through the kitchen with an arched eyebrow. At least he was making himself useful. Mahin rolled her eyes.

He took out the blue linen placemats, plate setters, and white linen napkins to set the table.

She felt like a spider, cooking with all eight legs, splayed across the kitchen. She burned her fingers as she poured the boiled potatoes through the strainer. She had 10 minutes till 7 pm and she knew she was going to hear it from Tobias.

“Do you need help?” he asked. Mahin’s stomach dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing but she tipped her chin up.

“No. I am already useful on my own thank you very much.” Mahin prided.

“Ok. Dinner is at…”

“7. You don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Good. I like it when my instructions are understood the first time,” Tobias turned on his heels.

“I like it when my instructions are…” Mahin mocked under her breath. She turned the cold water on to cool down the potatoes. She was going to finish this meal at 7pm and it was going to be delicious.

Once the potatoes were cool enough to pick up. She dropped them into the food processor and took a knife to quickly slice the potatoes into quarters. She grabbed the whipped cream and tossed a few sips worth in, then the sweet corn she had removed from the cob earlier, scallions and splash of balsamic vinegar. She was forgetting something but what. She put a half of red bell peppers, some sprigs of cilantro and an avocado.

Tobias walked sarışın porno through again this time with a bottle of wine in hand. He opened the drawer next to her, nearly startling her.

“Do you need help?” He asked again.

“Do I look like I need your help!” Mahin barked. “Why don’t you get out of my way so I can finish making dinner.”

Tobias didn’t say anything. He just pulled out his wine opener from the drawer.

“I thought you don’t drink.”

“Special occasions only. I know how to drink and not drive like others presently.”

“I didn’t… You know what? Why don’t you sit down. It’s 7pm and dinner starts promptly at 7pm.” Mahin order and then pressed the start button on the food processor. It quickly chopped and turned the ingredients transforming from white to green.

Tobias pulled a glass from the cabinet and padded to the dinning table near the open air kitchen.

Mahin pulled the meatloaf from the oven and set it down on the dinner room table. Tobias didn’t say a word but quickly put a warmer under the oven dish as she set it down on the table. She turned to the food processor still grinding her potato salad to a near pulp.

Turned it off and then. “Shit. It’s green,” she thought to herself.

Maybe she was supposed to put slices of the avocado in last. “Well, at least it will taste the same.” She said to herself and then spooned the potato salad into a serving bowl and grabbed the tossed salad as well and set it on the table.

“Lovely. Dinner is served,” Mahin smiled and then served Tobias a slice of meatloaf, salad, and potato green.

“It looks appetizing.” Tobias laid his cloth napkin across his lap.

“It’s my mother’s recipe,” Mahin shared.

“Mothers usually have the best home recipes.” Tobias agreed.

It was true. “Can we just eat in peace tonight,” Mahin’s instincts snapped.

Mahin took the first bite and Tobias just sipped his wine. Placing it far from Mahin. She paced herself through her favorite dishes her mother would make. She added potato salad to the top of her meatloaf, just as she had done when she was a kid. She took a delicious bit of the meatloaf potato combination and… Something isn’t right. She pushed the potatoes off the meatloaf and added some salt to the meat.

Tobias finally took his first bite. He seemed to chew the meatloaf for days. Was he debating on whether to swallow or savor it more? He swallowed and then choked slightly. He seemed to wear a mask as he ate every single morsel of food on his plate. His face turned red with each endeavor to put his fork to his mouth. Mahin had given up on finishing the meal long ago.

She watched in awed silence as she watched Tobias doggedly eat the food. He then looked up and smiled. A slight chuckle passed his lips as he shook his head and finished his plate.

It was horrible. An unbalanced mess of ingredients.

“It’s awful. I know.”

“Truly,” he dapped his lips with his napkin and laughed, his eyes watered now not just because of the food but because of the humor of it all. She couldn’t help nervously let a small chuckle slip.

“You are a pretty good cook, Tobias.”

“When was the last time you cooked?” Tobias choked on his words as he swallowed another bit, almost nearing a clean plate.

“I don’t know?” Mahin admitted sheepishly.

“I thought you said you could cook?” he smiled.

“I used to know how to. In College, I always cooked. I made a feast out of stone soup.”

“And now?” Tobias looked at the kitchen and serving plate with an articulate arched an eyebrow.

“SEAMLESS and restaurants. I can afford it.”

“That is not healthy. Eating out all the time is not an adult decision.”

“Well excuse me, Mr. Home Gourmet Cook. I’m not retired. I work hard and I come home and I just want to go to bed not slave over a stove.” Mahin slapped the table.

“Now that you’ve gotten your morning routine down. You will cook every night except weekends. It’s time for you develop an evening ritual… excuse me, routine,” Tobias instructed.

Mahin nearly choked on air. “You don’t even like my cooking?!”

“I guess, we suffer together,” He only smiled. This is the time he smiles.

She rolled her eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Tobias scolded

“Sorry. I just think this is ridiculous.”

“What lessons did you learn today?”

“Lesson? I learned that I forgot my mother’s recipe.” The fire alarm screamed and Mahin jumped from her seat.

The dinner rolls!

She ran into the kitchen and waved a kitchen towel around to stop the smoke alarm from ringing. Tobias opened a window right away and the air was sucked quickly into the cool ocean air.

“The lesson is knowing when to ask for help. It is not a show of weakness,” Tobias stated but his voice hinted at a greater disappointment in her lack to realize the lessons he wanted to teach her.

Well, I am not his pupil. Mahin reminded herself.

“Are you done eating?” Tobias asked and Mahin pushed her plate aside. “Dinner is done. You will clean the dishes with sert porno me.”

Mahin dreaded cleaning the dishes especially the caked-on burnt food and oily mess from the meatloaf mishap. Tobias tossed a drying towel to her as she sulked into the kitchen behind him. Tobias rolled up his sleeves and she noticed how strong his forearms were. She wanted to reminisce her dream last night but was snapped to reality when Tobias started going to task on the massive mess she had made. He took the monster mess pan and put it under the steaming water. While he cut half a lemon and splashed some salt in the pan. He rub the lemon against the salt and pan. Voila! clean and handed over to her to dry.

He cleaned all the dishes and she dried in silence. Tobias was a fast cleaner and all the dishes were cleaned and piled waiting for her to catch up on drying and putting the dishes away. Before she was half way through his cleaned dishes, Tobias finished wiping down the stove and counter tops and sweeping the floor. The kitchen was complete to it usual spotless look except for the dishes she had to finish putting away.

Tobias crossed the room and opened the patio door. A cool breeze entered the room, removing the burnt air. The pitter patter of the rain onto the wooden patio was pleasant. Tobias looked longingly at his deck, like a child on a rained out recess. He stretched with a satisfying groan and returned to his small library on the couch. But instead of reading a book, he just put his feet up on the coffee table and watched Mahin finish in the kitchen.

She finished and Tobias smiled. They got through dinner without a fight.

“There is some paper in that drawer, I want you to make a 5 day grid and plan out the menu for this week. I will approve it.”

Mahin opened the counter draw and found a treasure trove of organization materials that were perfectly organized. It reminded her of Tobias’ bedside table. The drawer was obviously Tobias’ making because his partner’s drawer was far from perfect. Maybe she rebelled against him and his perfection that she had to keep one drawer in the house like everyone else’s, not perfect. She probably couldn’t take his ruler lined way of life and left him. She loved that he lost his mate to his perfection. It made her feel like she could do the same one day and thankfully it would happen soon enough.

She felt some power at that thought. She jotted down an easy menu because she didnt want to make something she couldn’t enjoy. It really has been a long time since she cooked and it was hard to think of real meals not primary children’s food. At least she can pick the menu. She jotted down the meals and showed him. But Tobias crossed out three items and handed it back to her. One the second veto round, she snatched the paper from him and grumbled returning for a third time. He took the book that he was reading earlier and looked at the list. Again, vetoing a dinner meal. She brought the menu back to him and he finally approved.

“Time for bed,” Tobias announced. “Your journal tonight is about why did you feel you had to lie about being a good cook.”

WEEK 6

Mahin climbed onto the high bar stool at the kitchen counter. She tucked her cold hands under her legs. The house was chilly and the room as grey as the sky outside. She sat quietly waiting for something, anything. But nothing happened. Only the constant boredom that always made each day slowly drift in and out. Everything she did was so route, she almost forgot what it was like to make decisions on her own.

Did she miss it? The constant second guessing, waking up every day with an ever ending to-do list. Trying to evaluate whether this choice or that decision is the best and what would it mean for her in the future. But she had, to be honest with herself. She hadn’t made decisions on her own for a while now. Not really. It just seemed like she had control of her life.

Russell Holt, her agent always considered her brand and her image. Russ would say “you are going to say ‘yes’ Mahin”. This is exactly what your brand needs.” Russ always had her best interests in mind. At first, it annoyed her that he didn’t have art as his top priority. He always fought for the best contract pay, royalties, and billing for her. He made her one of the most sought after actresses. Mahin never forgot the day that shifted their relationship. “Yes, Mahin.” He sat on the edge of his large mahogany desk, the LA boardwalk littered with tourist and washed-up actors now making a living as Elvis-es, Marilyn Monroes and Captain Jack Sparrows.

“I want to make art,” she pleaded.

“You see those people down there? They didn’t have managers like me that will always have your best interests in mind. You are a good actress Mahin. I know you had a hard life. I will never make that a part of your brand. I think of you like a daughter. But if you fight with me. I will have to let you go on your own. You’re just getting started. Ultimately, you have to trust me.”

From that moment, Mahin was like a member of the Holt family. She visited his home on holidays, called during tough lonely sex hattı porno days and then eventually her surrogate father introduced her to Matt and she got his blessing.

And when she made a mistake of drinking and driving, he shrugged his shoulders. We all make mistakes. We’ll get a light sentence for you instead of fight it and get off like these other actresses gone bad. It will be good first your brand. It’s too “goodie two shoes” already. Don’t worry. I hear there is a famous director that quit awhile back. He is committed to all the drunk driving organizations and rehabilitation. He does AA and the all. I’ll work something out. This is good for you. Perhaps this director will come back to work one day. I’m sure saving the world from one drunk teen at a time pays really well.

He chuckled and Mahin nervously chuckled along. For some reason her actions getting barely a lecture was wrong. Her parents would have given her a scolding for sure. She felt more lonely in that jail cell and more sore from that realization about their absence than her self-inflicted wounds from crashing her favorite convertible.

But just as promised, he worked it out. It was happenstance the director was also getting a creative sentence for who knows what. But at least his sentence was more of what he was already doing; hers was not.

Mahin jumped down from her seat like a quite cat and padded her way to the couch were Tobias sat. He reclined across a few seats with a script in hand, his boat shoes hung lazily off his toes. It would appear that he was concentrating hard on the script except he was playing a game of putting his shoe on and then flipping it off to dangle of his foot then back on again. His face was full of consternation, his grip on the script was white knuckled.

“What are you reading?” Mahin asked.

“None of your business, get back to work,” he said sideways not even really taking her in. His eyes still glue to the same lines.

“All done. The cleaning. My Grey’s Anatomy Reading for today. All done,” Mahin announced proudly. It was just before noon and she finally found a flow to get everything he assigned for her to do by noon.

Tobias didn’t say a thing, just focused silently on his script. Mahin moved to the sofa across from him. She tucked her feet in and leaned over her knees circling her arms around her legs. It began to pour outside again. It was in a constant pattern of rain and then misty air. Thundering and lightning struck this time which startled her slightly. She pulled her body into a tighter ball.

“So what are you reading?

“A script.”

“Are you in the eyes?”

Tobias looked up from his script like a lion looking up from the prey he just devoured. “What the hell is that supposed?”

“Almost like you can feel it.”

Tobias rolled his eyes. “You can’t feel a script. You read it and see it first.”

“Yeah, maybe when you going to shoot it. But you’re directing it, right? You got to feel it.”

“What would you know? Don’t you only do stupid teen dramedies.”

Mahin shrugged, “Yeah once in awhile. But mostly for fun and to shed another character off.”

“I am sure. That and a few bingers,” Tobias guffed.

“Here.” Mahin wagged her hand for Tobias to give her the script.

Tobias gruffuled and slapped the script into her hand. To his surprise, she only set the script aside and sat in front of him on the coffee table.

She was so close. Their knees touched. He could smell her sweet perfume that had often lingered in his sheets after she changed them. He knew it because it was the scent always in his dreams.

Mahin gestured for Tobias to come close. She stood upright and wiggled her shoulders and rolled her neck like she was going to do an Olympic sprint. “Sit up tall. Edge of your seat. There. That’s good. Relax.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” She placed her hands on her knees palms up. “And something. Here.”

She adjusted his shoulders with a slight push down and gathered his hands onto his knees in a meditative position and then put herself in the mirror position.

“Mahin, I really don’t have the time for this.”

“Shhh.” She smiled and her eyes glittered. “It’s simple. You are just going to look into my eyes and I am going to look into yours. Don’t think or make perceptions. Just observe.”

“Whatever.”

Mahin started to star into Tobias’ eyes. Her breath was steady and she blinked smiles once in a while out of nervousness.

“How long do we have to do this?”

“Just relax. Not long. Just be in my eyes.”

Blinks.

Silence. Just blinks. Awkward Blinks. Who knew the simple muscle movement of the eye could be so uneasy.

Tobias took in Mahin’s brown eyes. He noticed that they were not coal black eyes of some evil snobbish actress he had imagined her to be.

He tried to close himself off with that thought. She was probably judging him anyways. He was determined to beat her at this stupid game.

Mahin’s eyes were like a rich desert of dark rusty brown. She outlined her eyes with black eyeliner which further brought out breathtaking reds and emerald flecks. Daresay, she was beautiful. Tobias narrowed his eyes because she knew it and she used it. But her eyes were not pompous. They were filled with life. Humor, youth yet he also so a deep pain. A pain he knew so well. She was gorgeous.

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The news was unexpected. I can’t say it was devastating. In fact, it elicited no truly emotional response from me whatsoever. But just a few months ago I was scrolling through my Twitter feed and a headline jumped out: “Yahoo Chat to shut down permanently.”

I paused for a moment when I read that headline. Yahoo Chat. It had been probably ten years since I, now a 33 year old married man living the suburban American dream, had even logged in. Many of you reading this might remember the old chat application. If AOL Instant Messenger was the place for teenagers to awkwardly flirt with classmates in a way they could never muster up the courage to do so in person, Yahoo Chat was the seedy underbelly of the early internet chat world. It was anonymous. It could be local. Or it could fit pretty much any fetish you could imagine.

Growing up my very good, loving parents were a little naive. They left a young, curious and horny son alone in a house with the internet and no blocks whatsoever. I was caught looking at porn a couple of times and because my father had run into some trouble with my mother over the same issue a few years before, it was a tense subject that the family didn’t feel comfortable discussing. They sent me, a young teenager, to a Christian sexual therapist to talk about my “porn addiction”. I said all the right things and was deemed cured.

Within a few months – or if I’m being honest, probably a few days – I was back at it. I was cruising through chat rooms roleplaying and talking dirty, exploring my curiosity and pushing my boundaries with people I would never meet.

Then Yahoo Chat became a lot more real. It became something other than an imagination land.

I was 18 years old and a senior in high school. And the night before I had a little too much to drink (yes, even on a school night. Stop that judging, you!). So much, in fact, that I woke up vomiting. My parents, oblivious and perhaps in denial, called me in sick for school. So there I was alone at home, blurry vision and blurry thoughts with a little booze still on my breath.

What did I do, of course, but fire up the computer, pull out my cock and start to alternate between wanking, flipping through porn browsers and steamy roleplay chat rooms.

As I was searching the Yahoo Chat rooms I found the one for my location: North Carolina. I had never spent much time there because “North Carolina” is a big state and the rooms only held about 50 people, so even if I wanted to break my anonymity and dream world, the chances of finding a woman near me were next to none.

My user name at the time had my city as part of it. After watching some porn and beating off I noticed a blinking message from a user named “naafar”. Naafar? Sounded weird.

I opened the chat box and fortunately for our purposes here I remember the conversation fairly vividly.

Here I was, a horny 18 year old into MILFs, busty teens and gangbangs, and here was “naafar,” who turned out to be a 30-something year old black man from Africa who lived one city and 15 miles over. I could tell even through chat that he didn’t speak the best English but he managed to get the basics of who he was across. Seemed harmless, but I wasn’t gay so who cared?

But that’s not the whole story. I was and am straight. Or mostly. Now we know there’s a spectrum and it’s never as simple as we think. I was also hung over. And I was probably still a little tipsy. I also had a raging boner and an empty house. So my decision was to humor this local African man and see what he had to say.

As we chatted I continued looking at porn. That means my hard-on was doing most of my thinking for me. When he found out I really was local, at home alone and so young he told me that he would love to come over. Instantly that raised red flags. For one, I WASN’T GAY! (But why did the idea have some appeal?). Also, what if my parents came home unexpectedly? And why would I let a potentially dangerous stranger into this house?

Here’s where the story takes an even more twisted turn. “Naafar” started to become very explicit in his messages. He realized I was young, horny and impressionable and he told me exactly what he wanted. He said he liked that I was an overweight kid because that meant curves and a lot to love on and feel up. He also said he was wondering what I would look like dressed up in women’s sikiş porno clothing. WOMEN’S CLOTHING!? At that point in my life I had never even thought about crossdressing except as it might have come up in jokes with friends.

Well, my hard-on and the booze won out over my inhibitions and normal preferences. “Naafar” told me to go into my parents room and pick out one of my mother’s outfits. Lo and behold, I found myself doing it. Gosh, I felt so dirty but my dick stayed so hard.

I remember it clearly. I picked out a pair of shorter green pants that hugged my thighs and ass (my mother is in good shape so they were very tight on me). I also picked out a frizzy purple sweater with a V-Neck and built in cushioning in the chest that made my bust look something like a B or C cup. But I didn’t stop there. I got into my own mother’s makeup cabinet and picked out the deepest red lipstick I could find and put on some blush and mascara, just to satisfy my own growing curiosity.

Away from the chat browser but hearing the “ting” of his messages still coming across, I looked in my parent’s bathroom mirror. I looked like a horny teenage sissy who wanted to come across as a hooker. I watched as I masturbated myself and felt my chest through the sweater.

Still tipsy and slightly hung over but more aroused than anything, I hurried back to the computer and without pausing to exercise any judgment … I gave him my address. He quickly told me he would hurry over.

Those next 20 minutes were the slowest of my life.

I was terrified. What had I done? Who is coming here? Is he actually coming? Will we be caught? Should I change back to my normal clothes and tell him he has the wrong place? Are we going to mess around? Am I actually fucking gay? What would my friends say? What would my PARENTS say? Would I be disowned? No, my parents are loving people. But I would never have the same relationship with them, ever again, if they found out. What would the neighbors think seeing a dark African man, I assumed, slipping into our front door?

Eventually, sitting in that office with my penis now only half hard because of nerves, I heard a tap on the door. My heart was racing. My breathing elevated.

I was a virgin. Never with a man, never with a woman. I had wanted to be with women of course. I had a fiercely moral, evangelical Christian upbringing, so it would have been frowned upon and any fornication would have brought intense guilt upon my own conscience, but that didn’t stop me from consuming copious amounts of porn followed by the same guilt after I would cum.

And I went to the door, opened in and let him in.

Here was “Naafar”. He was about what I expected. Dressed in a very plain outfit, a plaid shirt buttoned up neatly and khaki pants. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I was so embarrassed. I wasn’t even aroused. Because I was still dressed up like the curvy hooker boy taking orders online.

The next minute or so is a fog in my memory. We probably made small talk and very little of it. But I know I walked down the hallway and into the “third bedroom”, the guest room. We had a low to the floor queen sized bed that took up much of the small room.

Once in the room, I stood idly by the bed not knowing what to do. “Naafar”, as I’ll always and only know him, stood a foot away from me. He was about 5’8, average build and a fade haircut.

I had never imagined that I would do anything with a guy. Much less a black guy. Now, to be honest, I had enjoyed a fair amount of straight interracial porn (who doesn’t?) and I think any white male who picks those videos out probably fixates, at least a little, on the big dark cocks that are featured so prominently as the stars of the show against the contrast of their white female conquests.

I vividly remember the rest. “Naafar” didn’t say much. He was quiet and shy himself.

But he was very gentle with me, at least at first.

He put his hand on my waist and pulled me close to him. Being 18 and dressed like a girl with full makeup, I just let him take the lead. I never made much eye contact. I was too ashamed even as my hint of excitement began to grow a little.

He put his other hand on my chest. Then both hands. His smooth black hands began to fondle my chest, which is naturally busty (even now after much şişman porno weight loss) and was greatly aided in appearance by the sweater’s padding.

What I remember most is his smell. My African guest was so close, I could distinctly make out a different aroma. He didn’t smell good. It wasn’t bad either. It was just different. All of this was so different, so foreign. It still feels like a different universe. But it was real. This man in his 30’s continued feeling up my teenage male breasts and his breathing picked up. I could tell he was getting very aroused.

He put his hand on my shoulder and without saying anything pushed down. This was so new, but I knew what that meant. He wanted me to get on my knees.

I slowly obliged, first to one knee and then both. I didn’t look up in his eyes although I can still feel his eyes looking down at me, chest jutting out and something between fear and desire on my lipstick covered face. I had watched enough porn to know how girls do this. But I was going to learn on the job.

My fingers found his belt and I managed to unfasten it even though I was trembling. Now I was also nervous because I found myself wanting to do it right. Naafar was very kind to me. He never said much at all, but his gentle prodding moans of approval and the way he used his hands were an encouragement and sign that he was pleased.

I unzipped his pants and opened them up. I half expected it to pop out right there but I had to go through his boxers. Even before I opened the slit in the front the musty smell of his pubic region emanated straight into my nose. I had never come close to experiencing anything like this. There was no going back.

I did look up once. I looked up to make sure I was doing it right before I took out his cock. His mouth was partially open and his eyes were tightened because of an intent grimace. This African man was totally ready. I knew then I was doing it right, indeed.

My hands fiddled and opened his boxer hole and there it was. A big black cock. It wasn’t a monster like you’d see in some phony professional porn production. But it was probably a legit seven inches. There was a little curve to it. What I noticed was his pubic hair was different, just like a black man’s hair is different.

Now was the moment of truth. My look hadn’t scared him off. This man was definitely into me and into this. Emboldened and past the initial terrified feeling I instinctively reached deep into his boxers for the base of his cock and made sure to pull his manhood out in all its glory. I even mustered the courage to smile and say, “Nice.”

I felt “Naafar” put his hands on my head and grip firmly but not too hard. Just enough to let me know he was in control, as if a first-time crossdressing 18 year old with everything to lose thought he was calling the shots.

Gripping the base, I began to pump my right hand gently forward, tugging his small amount of foreskin over the tip of his glistening, slightly moist black mushroom head. I’ll never forget that moment of being maybe three inches away from a strong, horny black cock. The sight. The smell. How it seemed to throb and beg for release. It had its own personality, so much untapped potential and desire. I glanced over his balls and cupped them in my left hand, rolling them in his scrotum between my fingers.

As I stroked his cock to make sure it was fully hard, not quite ready to do more and not knowing the next step, “Naafar” reached down and began groping my chest again. He bent down at the knees and waist so slightly so he could cup my chest in his hands. It felt really nice. I’ll also never forget realizing that his precum was getting thicker and there was more of it. It began to seep onto my own hand. The aroma was similar to what I would smell during those hundreds or thousands of my own private masturbation sessions, when I would blast my load into my hand before stumbling off to wash up.

I remember thinking something to the effect of, “Am I just going to jack him off? What does he want?”

He answered without words, seeming to read my mind.

Naafar’s hands went to my head again and pulled me in.

It all happened too fast for me to even process what was happening. Certainly too fast for me to protest or pull back. If I had time to think I probably would have worried swinger porno about STD’s.

My mouth opened before my mind gave any instructions. And just like that, a stranger’s middle-aged and erect black cock was in my mouth. Looking back, I like to imagine what I looked like to an outsider. The lipstick wrapped around him. Down on my knees, hands reaching around to hold his ass for support and to pull him in deeper.

I can’t say I deepthroated him. I could take about four inches of his cock in my mouth before feeling like I couldn’t continue. So I would pull back my head without taking him out of my mouth and slide back down on it. Most of the time my eyes were either closed, savoring the moment in disbelief or rolled back in my head. I knew that I had precum lodging itself in my mouth as he humped forward and I bobbed on him in rhythm.

I probably sucked Naafar’s cock for about two or three minutes before he abruptly pulled out. At that point I became nervous. Was he about to cum? Did I do something wrong? Was he upset?

No, no and no.

What I’m about to tell you will make that 18-year old me seem completely naive and ridiculous, but hey, I was 18, horny and making bad choices.

Throughout our chat conversation, my crossdressing, our meeting and my first blowjob I had never even thought about the possibility that Naafar wanted sex. Real, actual anal sex. Had I thought that was a possibility I absolutely would not have gone for this tryst. Even with a condom. Without a condom, well, I would have known that would be stupid. Even with a condom I would have been terrified. My ass has always been tight and still is.

But Naafar, who had been so gentle and easy going to that point, didn’t ask for permission. He was very horny, obviously, and muttered, “Get on the bed.” Not in an angry or threatening way, but the message was clear. He wanted ass.

Here I got very nervous. I should have said stop. Or wait. Or something. But being so young and having let him go this far, my body was just doing what he told me. Part of me was just ready for this to end. I regretted it.

But in what was essentially a trance, gripped by the unknown and the newness of it and how fast everything was happening, I got on the bed. He manually moved my body around until I was on my hands and knees facing away from him. Then he hurriedly unsnapped my pants and pulled them down over my round ass just enough to be out in the open for him.

At this point in the story I must confess, for the sake of honesty, the limitations of what I remember. I wasn’t even totally “there” in that moment. I couldn’t believe it wasn’t happening. What I do know is that Naafar put his hands on my hips and before I knew it I felt him pressing his slippery cock head against my ass entrance.

I clinched my teeth and my fists with the sheets between my fingers, pressing my face down into the bed’s pillow and bracing myself for what I thought would be a horrible experience. I had never, absolutely never understood why gay guys enjoyed anal sex. It had just seemed like it would be such a needlessly, unnaturally painful and potentially damaging experience. “It doesn’t even fit, the biology doesn’t match up,” I had said once before in explaining my opposition to man on man intercourse.

But here I was. Still dressed in that tight fitting sweater. Naafar reaching around to grab my tits while he forced as much of his cock in my ass as he could. I didn’t resist. I just let him do what he wanted. He could have made it unpleasant but he didn’t last long. After about only 90 seconds of pushing his head and a couple of inches of shaft into my very tight virgin hole he started to grunt loudly. It was the most noise he made during our entire meeting.

I knew what that sound meant. I don’t remember feeling Naafar cum inside me and I don’t know how much of a creampie he gave me. I do remember when he pulled out I felt some of his cum in my crack and for a couple of seconds as he came down off of his climax he moaned and slid his big black cock up and down my ass, smearing some of that creampie cum around.

He didn’t say a word but left the room, only to return a moment later with toilet paper, which he used to wipe me up himself.

From there, it was awkward. The most awkward our meeting was at any point that day. Neither of us knew what to say. I was still somewhat horny because I hadn’t cum, but I was mostly very self-conscious, now left with a man who wasn’t horny and was looking at me dressed up like a hopelessly horny girl. I walked him to the front door, said goodbye and he left.

I never saw him again.

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A Visit from a Friend

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“Frank is coming over tonight,” Mike said as he came home from work. “You know he’s single, so wear something hot.”

“Why?” I laughed. “To turn him on? That’s not very nice, is it?”

Mike hung up his coat and turned to me.

“Oh, sure,” he said. “It’s a guy thing. Men like to get excited. Then he can just go home and jerk off.”

I giggled. But the thought of Frank jerking off actually turned me on. He is a big, muscular guy – and for some reason I imagine he has a big cock. Not that I’ve ever seen it.

“Alright then,” I said. “I’ll try to look my best.”

Mike walked past me into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I knew he was making sure that there was enough beer. Oh yeah, that’s what it was going to be like: A boy’s night with me as the pretty hostess. I didn’t mind. Frank is a nice guy and fun to be with.

“Oh, by the way,” Mike said. “Where did we put ‘The Thing’?”

‘The Thing’. That was Mike’s word for that stupid sex toy he’d recently bought on the net. It was an aluminum cylinder, much like a thermos. Except that when you took the top off, inside was the cutest latex pussy – quite realistic, actually. I don’t know whatever possessed him to buy such a thing. But if he wants to fuck it when I’m away, that’s okay with me. In fact, that pussy looks a bit like mine.

“What do you want ‘The Thing’ for?” I said. “Do you have to jerk off right now?”

Mike laughed.

“No no,” he said. “I just want Frank to see it. It’s good for a laugh.”

“I’ll see if I can find it,” I said and went into the bedroom to get dressed.

I found ‘The Thing’ under the bed. Unused.

When Frank arrived, I was wearing a short black skirt, a tight pink top that really showed off my big tits – and my stiletto heels, of course. I bet a lot of guys see me and think I’m a bimbo, but I don’t care. I like looking sexy, and if that gets the guys all hot and bothered, that’s okay with me.

A smiled. He liked what he saw. So did Frank, I could tell.

“Hi Alison,” he said and gave me a big hug. I felt his muscles through his suit.

“Want a beer?” Mike asked.

“Yeah,” Frank said. “Beer would be nice.”

“I’ll get it,” I said. Ah yes, the sweet little housewife.

When I came back from the kitchen with the refreshments, they’d sat down around our glass coffee table.

“Thanks,” the guys said and sipped their beers.

“Say,” Frank asked, pointing to ‘the thing’. “What the hell is that?”

“Oh, that,” Mike grinned. “It’s a guy thing. Just bought it.”

He took the cylinder and unscrewed the lid, letting Frank see the latex pussy inside.

“Ohmigod,” Frank laughed. “What a treat for us single guys.”

“You can borrow it, if you like,” Mike said.

“Thanks,” Frank said. “But I think I prefer a real woman.”

“Like Alison?” Mike asked.

Shyly, Frank looked over at me.

“Yeah, she’s pretty,” he said. “You’re a very lucky man.”

“I know,” Mike said. “Just look at her. Alison, get up. Let Frank have look at you.”

I got up and stood in the middle of tayland porno the floor, turning around like a model. Frank laughed.

“Ta-daaah!” I said.

“Take your top off,” Mike said.

“What?” I said. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“It’s okay,” Mike said. “You’re not shy, are you? Let Frank have a look at your tits.”

“Really…” I said.

But okay. I took off my top and threw it on the floor. I grabbed my shapely breasts, showing them off to the two mean.

“Yeah,” Mike said, “like that, Alison. Cute tits, eh?”

Surprisingly, Frank wasn’t shocked. He smiled, just enjoying it. “Beautiful,” he said.

“Show us more,” Mike said. “Drop the skirt,”

I unzipped my skirt and stood in front of them in panties and high heels. They cheered, and I turned around and bent over, wiggling my ass at them.

“That’s a cute little ass,” Frank said.

“Yeah,” Mike said. “Take your panties off. Stay in that position and take them off.”

I sighed. Then I obeyed, slowly slipping my panties down and letting them drop to the floor. I swiftly kicked them aside.

“Wow!” Frank exclaimed.

“Like what you see, boys?” I asked.

“We love it!” Mike said. “Come over here.”

I turned around. Frank’s eyes immediately focused on my freshly shaved pussy. His relaxed smile froze somewhat. I bet he was getting aroused.

“Lie on the table,” Mike said.

Obediently, I sat on the coffee table – the glass cold against my naked buttocks. Then I lay on my back.

“Spread your legs,” Mike said.

I didn’t really understand what was going on. It had happened so fast. It was all just a bit of fun – but now here I was on my back, naked, legs spread, showing my pussy off to a friend of my boyfriend. This was surreal – but what could I do? Now it was too late to turn back. I felt my body trembling slightly.

“Nice pussy, eh?” Mike said.

“Mmm,” Frank replied, bending forwards to get a closer look at my cunt.

“You can touch it if you like,” Mike said.

And immediately I felt Frank’s fingers stroking my labia.

“No…” I whispered.

But Frank didn’t take his hand away. Instead his finger followed the contours of my pussy lips, gently pushing against my flesh, opening it slightly. I closed my eyes.

“Nice,” I heard Frank saying.

“Yeah,” Mike grunted. “Play with her cunt. She really likes that.”

I moaned, writhing on the coffee table. Frank’s finger entered my slit, then withdrew, then entered again. In a slow, lazy rhythm he was fucking me with his finger. I felt myself getting wet, lubricating his finger, letting it slip deeper and deeper into my pussy.

“Please…” I whispered.

“Is your cock hard?” Mike asked.

“What?” Frank said.

“Aren’t you getting hard doing that?” Mike said. “I’ve got a big hard-on just from watching it.”

“I guess,” I heard Frank saying, his finger still sliding in and out of my succulent cunt.

“Shit, this turns me on!” Mike said. “C’mon, let’s get our cocks out.”

Frank’s tecavüz porno finger slipped out of my pussy with a little, wet sound. And I heard the two men getting up and zipping down.

“Open your eyes,” Frank ordered. “Look at how hard you’ve made us.”

As I looked, they were standing above me, their pants unbuttoned and their erect cocks poking out. Mike has quite a big cock, but to my surprise, Frank’s was at least as big, and very thick. A sexy shape for a cock, if you ask me. As I looked up at Frank, he put his fingers to his mouth, licking them. I knew he tasted my pussy as he did so, and he gave me a nasty smile.

“You wanna fuck her?” Mike asked.

I couldn’t believe my ears. But on the other hand, this evening was way out of control already.

Frank didn’t even bother to answer. He just knelt down between my thighs, his huge cock pointing straight at my cunt.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered. “Spread them wide.”

“Frank…” I stuttered.

But I obeyed, spreading my thighs apart and exposing my wet, pink slit. Grunting approvingly, Frank grabbed his swollen cock and guided it towards my pussy.

“Yeah…” Mike whispered, stroking his cock at the sight.

As Frank’s cock pushed hard against my labia, I looked over at Mike. I sort of me wanted him to intervene and put a stop to this craziness. But at the same time I just wanted him to watch as Frank fucked me – wanted it to turn him on.

“Unnnh…” Frank grunted as his cock slowly entered my pussy.

God, it felt good! It was big and hard, forcing my tender love muscle open as it buried itself in my cunt. Frank held still for a moment, his shaft swelling inside me. Then he slowly pulled back and begun thrusting rhythmically into my moist flesh.

“Ahhh…” I gasped.

Mike had sat down on the couch, was masturbating like mad. He paused, smearing his pre-cum all over his erect member, making it wet and glistening. Then he grabbed ‘the thing’ and slipped his cock into the latex pussy.

“Ah yes!” he said.

He grabbed the aluminum cylinder and thrust ‘the thing’ up and down, massaging his excited cock.

Frank was fucking me deeper now, slipping the entire length of his cock into me with each stroke. I whimpered with pleasure. He placed his strong hands on my shoulders, holding me down as he kept thrusting into my cunt, again and again and again…

“You like that?” he gasped. “Like to feel my cock inside your pussy?”

“Oh yes!” I cried. “Don’t stop! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I was about to come. Frank kept fucking me, grunting like a beast, his excited cock hammering away at my tender flesh. Mike was fucking ‘The Thing’, positively drooling with lust. I had never seen him this turned on before. Obviously, he just loved the sight of another man fucking his girlfriend.

“Yes!” he gasped. “Fuck her!”

The sensations of pleasure were overwhelming. I felt as if I couldn’t take anymore. Weakly, I tried pushing Frank away.

“Wait…” I whispered. “Please…”

But tombul porno Frank showed no mercy.

“Shut up!” he hissed, holding me down and fucking me even harder. “I’m in charge here!”

“Oh God!” I cried, as he increased his rhythm, his huge cock pumping away at my pussy.

Just as I was about to come, he pulled out. He grabbed my arm and turned me around, making me kneel on the carpet, resting my elbows on the coffee table. Then he knelt down behind me. I felt a hard smack on my buttock, and realized he was slapping my ass with his cock.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Yeah!” Mike yelled, masturbating with “The Thing” like a madman. “Slap her cute little ass!”

Frank stopped slapping me, instead slipping his erect tool into my wet slit from behind. He grabbed my hair with his fist and began pumping away at my tender pussy. I sighed with pleasure, feeling his pounding cock swelling inside me. Frank was gasping for air.

I was so close to coming, it was unbearable. My whole body trembled with desire, as Mike kept fucking me from behind. He thrust into me over and over with incredible force, and I had to hold on tight to the coffee table.

“Oh God!” I cried. “Oh God!”

In a frantic rhythm, Mike pulled ‘The Thing’ up and down, his cock fucking the latex pussy.

“Yeah!” he gasped. “Fuck her! Fuck her good!”

His eyes were mad with lust. And at that moment, I came. A violent, overpowering orgasm washed through my shivering body. I whimpered helplessly in ecstasy.

Frank felt it, too. As my pussy kept contracting around his cock, I felt its bulbous head bulging, ready to explode.

“Unhhh!” he grunted, his fat tool slipping out of my cunt.

Grabbing his jerking cock in his fist, he came, too. A long spurt of semen burst from his erect member, landing hot and wet across my back. Again and again, he squirted, crying out loud with pleasure.

Mike jumped up from the couch. He pulled ‘The Thing’ off his cock and threw it on the carpet. Then he grabbed his cock with both hands. After a few strokes, he too ejaculated.

“Yes!” he shouted! “Yes!”

For a while, both of their cocks were pumping sperm at me. As I turned to look at Mike, a jet of spunk flew across my face, spattering my cheek. Frank’s orgasm subsided, but Mike kept masturbating, his cock squirting creamy white semen onto my face, my shoulders, my back…

Finally, it was all over. The two cocks slowly went soft, dripping sticky drops of sperm onto the carpet. Frank looked embarrassed, as he zipped up.

“I…” he stuttered. “I’d better get home.”

Naked, I sat up on the coffee table. I had no idea what Mike would do now. He just smiled, tucking his spent cock away and zipping up.

“Why?” he asked. “You can stay the night.”

Frank looked confused. I felt their hot sperm trickling down my body.

“Spend the night with Alison,” Mike said. “Give her a good fucking.”

Frank grinned.

“You know,” he said. “That sounds like fun.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

“Come here, baby,” he said.

Mike sat down on the couch, smiling wickedly. I didn’t know what to say. All I could think about was Frank’s powerful cock, and what he was going to do to me. All night long.

“Good night, Alison,” Mike said softly.

And Frank dragged me off to the bedroom.

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Rent Boy Shag

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It was like this – I was on a job down under, had three weeks to do a report on the sharks around Melbourne. Of course Kevin played up, first time we have been apart for that long since we met and decided to shack up four years back.

To be frank I really didn’t think I would miss Kev so much – it is all very well emailing and texting and the occasional mobile call but it is not the same. I was plainly so horny too, missing it so much that because I was finding it hard to concentrate on my work, I decided to resort to calling a rent boy, it would be so hard to find someone at such short notice for casual sex and anyway, I was rather particular who I shared myself with.

I saw Jason on the gay site, mentioning rent boys I took a gander at the pictures to see if there was a guy I felt I could be with. Jason was so much like Kev, you could almost say he was a double.

On meeting Jason at a destined place he was curious to know how I found him, when I said he was furious because he had given up being a rent boy a year back.

“Oh! Sorry to have bothered you then,” I said giving him the opportunity to decline.

I told him my circumstances, even told him how much he looked like Kev.

“Then you can pretend Huh. I see your aim, mate” he said. “But will he mind you being with me?

Jason, it is his fault I am so like this, and anyway what the eyes cannot see?”

“I’ll think about it, mate” he teased, his eyes looking down at me, I could tell what his thoughts were and reckoned I had a good chance of a shag with him.

“So toplu porno okay, what do you want to do, Pete? Asked Jason.

“I want to fuck you.”

“That’s explicit enough, I like it – but I meant what is you inclination. I have some pictures here may give you some ideas (I hope) you see it has been a long time for me too.”

I found that hard to believe because he had a great figure and was easy on the eye.

I went through the pictures.

“These of you?” I questioned, not quite being able to see all of him.

“Yep – and the guy is John Boy. We used to shack together before he dumped me a month ago. Have been thinking of doing renting again because it brings in a good income.”

“Really, how much you going to charge me then?”

“Depends what you want?”

I told you, a good stiff fuck!”

“Nothing more, like in the pictures? – and in foreplay I can do garnish?”

“Garnish! You lay on meals too?”

He rolled about laughing and pointed out that he did edible paints of all flavours, chocolate sauce and whippy cream. He had one client who liked his willy covered in cold baked beans, but he said he wasn’t going to eat all them up ‘cos he had to think of the next client and he wouldn’t like him farting all over the place!

“It is tempting, very tempting, ‘specially the whippy cream, but maybe another time, to be frank all I want if a quick rub and suck , maybe a nice smothering, and a deep gratifying fuck.

“Well in that case call it 60 dollars” he said starting to remove türbanlı porno his gear. He looked good in red and blue waisted thong. “That okay, Pete?” he said swaying his hips provocatively. Already I was fancying him like hellfire. “You wanna lay down on the bed so I can kneel over you, head down, would you like that, we can do a sixty nine huh?

This guy was so sweet, almost as if he read my thoughts, my mind was flashing back to when Kev and I did it. He opened wide and , straddled over me, lowered himself as I sniffed him there .looking so firm and beautiful, so tempting too. I placed my hands around his hips and prompted him down into my face, my mouth was fully of thong covered very firm and primed cock.

“Divine, really divine” I said when I could get a breath. I was soon in my own world, sniffing Kevin, longing to suck and taste cock and lick ass as I felt the feel of how it is when your guy takes your cock into his mouth, stretches it right back and teases its crown with his tongue. All so delightful.

I tinkered with his thong, smelling his pungent earthy scent in my nostrils, now I needed badly to taste him. He conveniently leaned sideways to allow me to undo the tie on the side of his thong and then he was completely naked for me. His hard cock swishing about over my face as I concentrated in a very delectable deep licking suck, around and around his stiff cock and then his hole and when I heard his moans I knew he wanted fucking, Just like Kevin did. Jason had such a lovely ass just waiting to be türk porno fucked. I was so ready for it, “Which way would you like me” he whispered sounding as eager as was I..

Now I had to make a quick decision, I couldn’t wait too long, it felt like a volcano waiting to explode. “Any which was but loose” I yelled and he rolled over onto all fours presenting his butt high up for my fuck. He looked so lovely, I just had to take another taste of him, it sort of added to the occasion, IK squeezed his ass cheeks, slapped them a couple of time, watched them bounce beautifully as I measured up my now pounding cock between and soon found his hole. Like a good’un – and without me even knowing, he’d put a condom on me and lubricated so I was all ready to feel his deep fuck.

As I slid easily up his tight ass I was in heaven, I had longed so much for this, how good it felt to feel such a warming ass hole hug my bounty, feeling his divine rectal muscles working on me inside, then stopping awhile, taking in the moment as we both pulsed together, that feeling so astute and wonderful. Slowly we both started to fuck again, he moved so beautifully for me as we found the perfect rhythm .

Then he must have wanted me on top because he quickly swing around, wrapped his legs around my back and guided me into him, my balls bouncing wildly against his buttocks every time I thrust into him.

The volcano was imminent there was no turning back, I was with Kevin again fucking and fucking so wonderfully, well that’s how it felt like when I came so strong, both of us collapsing on the floor.

“That was divine, perhaps we can do it again before I return”

“That can easily be arranged,” Jason returned without hesitation. “Nest time we shall try some teasers Huh, and I wont charge you, the pleasure will be mine, and yours I hope!”

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Sandy Learns How To Beg

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The day has finally come. We are driving up to your friend’s house on the lake for the weekend. It being empty we will get to enjoy it on our own. The drive is nice and the stillness surrounds us as we leave the city and head to the country.

Looking over at Tom I smile, “I have been so looking forward to spending time alone with you. The weekend should be perfect.” Sliding closer I lean against your shoulder as you slip your arm around me. Silently we continue to drive. Unable to help myself I run my finger tips between the button holes on your shirt, feeling your skin and the bit of hair underneath, you lean down and kiss my forehead as I look up at you. It seems I want to be touching you all the time, I have trouble keeping my hands to myself but you don’t seem to mind, you indulge me. Unbuttoning a couple of the buttons I let my hand find it’s way inside, sliding over your chest and stomach feeling your muscles tighten and release as I do. Stretching up I kiss your neck and then nuzzle my head there content for the moment.

“There it is, Sandy,” you say as you point out the place as we turn down a lane. “It is the only one in the area, isolated and sits a good ways off the road.” Buttoning your shirt for you as you pull to a stop I give you a quick kiss and step out of the car.

Taking a deep breath, breathing in the peace of the place. Taking my hand we walk up to the house and then inside. Going into the living room the first thing I notice is the large windows looking out over the lake. The trees and rocky landscape making it picture perfect. Turning towards you I realize the view isn’t half as interesting as you are. I wrap my arms around your neck as yours slip around my waist pulling each other close.

I reach for your mouth but you slide past me, kissing my neck and top of my shoulders. You know the spot so well that I love and I laugh a soft, throaty chuckle at my immediate response. The one you knew you would get. As desire floods my eyes I feel my nipples getting hard, poking through my shirt wanting to feel you, your skin, your lips and tongue.

Laughing louder as you continue to drive me crazy I pull away from you and say “Not this time Tom,” smiling you raise your hands and say “What?” “I want to go swimming while the sun is still shining and there is plenty of time for that later, we have all weekend you know.” Picking up a suitcase I point to a room wondering if it is the bed room and you shake your head yes. You watch me walk away, my hips swaying, my legs exposed beneath my shorts.

When I get to the bedroom door rokettube porno I turn towards you and with a wicked grin I set the suitcase down and pull my top over my head baring my naked breasts, teasing you. Running my fingers up over my already hard nipples I half close my eyes and give you a little pout. The blood running out of your head you start to walk towards me but I pick the suitcase back up and go into the bedroom closing the door. I hear you on the other side grunting in frustration and I laugh to myself, “Oh yes this is going to be a wonderful weekend.”

Walking back out of the bedroom I see you are already outside by the lake. I make my way to the door and step out. You turn and see me framed there. My pink bikini highlighting my tan, the small pieces of fabric barely covering my nipples, the thin strip of cotton wrapping through my legs and over just a small portion of my ass. Moving towards you I stick my toes in the water realizing just how chilly it is.

“Wow,” I say, “this sure isn’t Florida, maybe I will just lay by the water instead of actually getting in.” Grinning at me you grab me around the legs and throw me over your shoulder and walk into the water throwing us both in. Figuring since I am already wet I might as well stay in for a bit, we swim for a while until you point out that my lips are turning blue. “Yes it is past time to get out Tom you’re a bit blue around the edges as well.” You watch me walk out of the lake, the water streaming down my body as I make my way to the towels you had brought out with you. Laying down I stretch out letting the sun warm my chilly flesh. You join me on the other towel and we lay there talking until the cool breeze and warm sun lull us both to sleep.

Waking up first you look at me, watching me sleep, you smile and run your fingers up my thigh, the palm of your hand over my stomach and then to my bikini top, untying it, moving it way from my breasts. Reaching down you flick your tongue over my nipple watching it respond even in my sleep when a wicked idea comes to your mind. Wanting to pay me back for my earlier teasing you take my bikini top and tie both of my hands together lifting them over my head. Moving lower you untie my bottoms on either side of my hips, slipping them off to use them to tie my hands to the post of the sand volleyball net that is behind my head. Waking up I ask you, “What do you think you are doing?” and you laugh saying “I just want to hear you beg me to take you.”

“Oh that will be the day,” smiling at you, “now untie me.” You just laugh rus porno and run your hand slowly down my naked body. Your mouth finding my breasts again, sucking my nipples into your mouth as your hand traces circles over the inside of my thighs. Moaning softly I say, “someone could see us, what if one of your neighbors comes over Tom?” “Don’t worry Sandy there isn’t anyone for miles.” “Well that’s good but I am still not going to beg you.” You just smile and say, “we will see about that.”

Your hand comes back up to my breasts, cupping them with one hand pinching my nipple between your finger and thumb as you continue to lick the other your tongue moving it from side to side then moving up to nibble on my neck before you take it in your mouth again. My back arching towards you, my hips start to move despite the fact I told myself I wasn’t going to let you win this little game. You reach up and kiss me, your tongue tracing the outline of mine before you slide it past my lips as your hand glides over my hips, cupping my ass. You feel my soft moans in your mouth, as your tongue swirls around mine, sucking on the tip. My legs open a bit as your fingers make their way down my body. You brush the outside of my lips causing my hips to rise off the ground. Your finger slips through and you feel my wetness and you smile to yourself. Finding my clit you rub your finger over it just barely touching it as your mouth begins to make it’s way down my body.

Your hands on my hips you ask, “Open your legs for me Sandy,” I do and your run your tongue over me from the bottom to the top of my lips. Gasping I almost come off the ground. I ask, “Please untie me, I want to touch you so badly.” “No,” you say, “you know what you have to do first and then I will.” I tell you, “I am not going to beg you Tom.” And you laugh. Your fingers pull open my pussy lips and your tongue flicks over my clit causing me to squirm under you. Licking faster you hear my responding quickening breath. Sliding a finger into me almost takes me over the edge as you move it in and out. Recognizing that fact you stop, moving away.

My eyes fly open and I look at you, you cock an eyebrow and I close my mouth. Moving up between my legs you run your tongue over my nipples again. I can feel your cock hard in your trucks, pressed against me and I can’t stop myself from grinding my hips into you, wanting you inside of me. Leaning down you run your wet finger over my lips, tracing the outline of them. My tongue darts out tasting myself. The weight of your body and your cock grinding into my pussy is driving russian porno me crazy. You move your hips increasing the sensation. My legs come up around you, encircling you, trying to pull you to me.

Laughing you stick your finger in my mouth, telling me, “Suck it,” as you watch the smoldering look of desire on my face. Every feature crying out, begging you to take me, but my mouth stays closed and I say nothing. Sliding your finger out of my mouth you bring it to my nipple, flicking it and then blowing on it hearing me groan in pleasure. Standing up you slide your trunks off. Your hand goes immediately to your cock. Stroking yourself as you straddle me one hand sliding over the shaft as the other cups your balls. Watching you I lick my lips. My body squirming wanting to feel you again wishing I could be the one touching you with my hands and mouth.

Leaning down you take the head of your cock and run it up through my pussy lips and over my clit. I moan loudly. Moving up my body you slide the tip of your cock up to my lips, running it over my mouth as my tongue flicks out to taste you. Sucking the head into my mouth your hips moving back and forth slightly slipping you deeper into my mouth. “God Sandy your mouth feels so good on my cock,” you moan. Enjoying the feel and taste of you I lift my head to take all of you feeling your cock hit the back of my throat as my soft lips surround you. Seeing how I am enjoying this you move back, sliding down my body your cock in your hand trailing it over my nipples, between my breasts and lower until you find my clit again rubbing it with the underside of your shaft.

Quivering almost out of my mind you slip the head inside of my wet, throbbing pussy. I almost pass out from the sensation. Pulling out again your run your cock up the slit of my lips and then move away from me. The blood pounding in my ears as my breath catches without thinking, mindless, I say, “If you don’t fuck me now Tom I will die.” Smiling you say, “I’m sorry Sandy I don’t think I quite heard that.”

Realizing what I just said I chuckle and say “Okay you win, please take me now, I need you inside of me I am begging you.” Reaching down you grab my hips and slide into me in one long stroke. I almost scream as you do. Lifting my legs over your shoulders as you pound inside of me your thrusts becoming faster, deeper as I cum around you covering your cock in my juice. With one last stroke you shoot your cum deep inside of me as I contract around you, holding you tight.

Both exhausted you fall on top of me. Still inside of me you untie my hands and I wrap my arms around you. Kissing you deeply as you continue to fill me tracing the outline of my face with your fingertips you smile and say, “I told you I would make you beg.” Laughing I say, “Yes you certainly did, want to do it again?”

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The randomness of when desire raises its selfish head can be jarring. You immerse yourself with the ephemera of life; jobs, family, and even in this little ice age, weather: Accept sanguinely the dog days of January. You board a train, content that it will bring you from A to B almost on time, you are receptive to the embrace of the Sunday papers.

In retrospect the first fifteen minutes in the same carriage passes unremarkably. It’s as if the body inevitably has to get used to new surroundings and takes its pretty time to shed its January torpor. Lust initially materialises in a linear and streamlined fashion. First off wryly recognising the irony of being attracted to a younger version of yourself: The incarnation that had no concept of his possible attraction to others. You’re also though slightly irked by his slight similarity to a gentlemen of your acquaintance that you’ve never had much time for, and whom you’ve never consciously been attracted to.

You ease your way in by admiring, in a catholic sense, his young fogey, sartorial elegance. He evinces a high forehead crowned by a thick red halo of hair: Does he realise that he will shortly be balding. You try to reassure him telepathically that fretting would be a waste of energy. After all many men ( for it must be men ) will only see it as a boon.

You’re being drawn in quite inexorably oral seks porno now. But you’re also cut some slack. He digests Time Magazine and then a Neil Gaiman novel. Whilst reading he removes his large unfashionable glasses. Possibly still awkward about using them and vouchsafes that short-sightedness is no issue when reading a novel. So presenting the opportunity to drink him in without being discovered. Its a delicious opportunity to let the eyes rove and to disturb the erotic side that didn’t expect to be wakened on a cold winter Monday. His legs are almost impossibly long and thin, yet he manages to fold one upon the other dexterously. Not that you divert much from the visage, unsullied, unbroken and poutingly beautiful.

You are now thoroughly distracted and rattled, sweating internally, butterflies firmly lodged around the heart. You register that you’ve got to your late 30’s without feeling like this about a total stranger. Reading is now completely impossible. The tale of seismic political events in the broadsheets utterly prosaic.You feel the need to text a fellow homosexual to relate your plight. For the want of something to do and to take a needed break from stabbing desire you walk the carriage to the toilet. Actually you do also need to relieve yourself. The stressful pressure on the bladder has become oppressive. playboy porno On the way back back you enjoy the fact that the junting locomotive makes that you brush against him. God he might have thought you did it deliberately.

For at this stage there is some level of recognition between two strangers on a train. Some eye contact. For sure it could be masked as only the introductory type that can’t be necessarily separated from ‘the looking straight ahead on a train and taking in what you see’ type. But he may have begun to be suspicious of you. A few initial glances from a man, as opposed to a member of the opposite sex mightn’t quickly be decoded. Of course his eyesight might also be better than what you have gambled upon. But the point of no return has certainly been reached. You maintain eye contact firmly,and his deprogramming glasses can’t fail to get the message that it is unusual if not necessarily sexual.

You remember when you were younger. When you had no sexual confidence. Then a series of covetous glances could never be explained as just that. Now you’re older you know there is someone for everyone. So when you see the eyes of this young beauty dart away from your gaze you know it usually means one thing. Your feelings are not wholly unrequited.

Thankfully the train service lives down to its reputation. pornhub porno You will arrive half an hour late leaving plenty of time for lazy longing. You suddenly see yourself as a witness to events in a refuge where you are also a participant. You make out a now familiar tangle of auburn furze above a naked torso: With your own doppelganger assiduously putting his tongue up the young man’s arse.

All good things must eventually be moved on and we have to leave our cocoon. You marvel at his thin frame as he takes off his smoking jacket to reinstall a purple sweater. You envy a maroon school bag that he attaches primly to his back. There is an agonising moment where he stands over you as he queues to alight from the train. Once you let him-fox like- get a head start you follow. You move at a quixotic pace according to the vagaries of the crowd and his movements. Anxious not to get too close and yet not wanting to be detached. For a panicky moment at the entrance to the terminal you lose sight of him, but thankfully he stands out from the crowd and re-emerges. But there isn’t to be a piquant ending. The respective final destinations means that you end up on the opposite side of the train tracks from your quarry. You prepare yourself manfully and with diligence for the parting, busying by purchasing your ticket. A final eye-contact is made across the great divide. He looks rather forlorn and lost out of your charge. The die is cast and Aidan Fitzgerald gets on his tram first and disappears across King’s Bridge stealthily. Modern technology has decreed that his name was emblazoned above him and his seat on the train. Perhaps our paths can cross again.

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The car bounced up in down with the familiar rhythm of the dirt road’s potholes. Cassie had grown used to clutching the hot leather seats as her father’s beat-up Christler rattled, but this time she was the one driving. Other than that, the road into Camp Lambda looked the same as it ever had – the same ankle-length green grass, the same cabins off in the distance, the faint whiff of manure from the farm next door. Truth be told, it was the same view you would get on your way into countless summer camps around the country, but for Cassie this particular dirt road would always be associated with acceptance.

Normally, there would be a throng of kids in front of the mess hall, the new ones standing nervously on the fringes of the group and the returning campers hugging each other in the glee of reunion. But today there was only one – a plump girl with braided brown hair and shining blue eyes, sitting on the steps of the old mess hall trying to hide her anticipation. This was Leigha, who had called Cassie here today.

At the sight of the dirt-stained Chrystler, Leigha leapt up to her feet. Cassie hadn’t even shut the car door behind her when a bubbly Leigha crashed into her and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Cassie! It’s so good to see you!”

“You too, pumpkin,” said Cassie, rubbing the top of Leigha’s head. “We’ve got a lot to talk about. But first, I half to use the bathroom. It was kind of a long ride.”

Leigha laughed. “The water company cut this place off, so no toilets tonight. The port-a-potties still work.”

Somehow, even this disgusting inconvenience seemed to have a nostalgic charm. After Cassie had emptied her bladder, she came back down the hill to find Leigha setting up camp around the old firepit. She appeared to have brought everything: water bottles, food, bug spray, sun spray, a waterproof tent, a Swiss army knife and compass. All Cassie had brought was a bottle of wine cooler snuck from her parent’s fridge.

“You were really serious about sleeping outdoors, eh?” said Cassie.

Leigha uncapped one of her numerous water bottles and took a sip. “Why not? The ground’s probably softer than the beds in the cabins.”

Cassie shuddered at the memory of those rock-hard pallets that had generously been called mattresses. “You might be right. And we won’t have to listen to Bessie Kavanaugh snoring all night.”

“She wasn’t so bad,” said Leigha. “Good kisser, if nothing else.”

Cassie eyebrows shot up. “You did not!”

“Well, one time behind the crafts tent…”

Cassie slapped Leigha on the back. “You dog! I bet you’re calling up all your old trysts to this place, one weekend after another, for one last magic moment…”

“No, you’re the only one,” said Leigha, taking Cassie’s joke seriously. “You were always the only one, really.”

Cassie guessed that was true. Of course, she knew that when Leigha said it she wasn’t trying to be romantic – the two of them were best friends, who confided their crushes and insecurities in each other. Of course, they had practised kissing on each other, for when they met the girls of their dreams, and then practised other things, and somewhere along the line it had stopped being practice. It was a friendship sustained through e-mails and hours-long IM chats during the school year, and two blissful summer months of togetherness. They had never made demands on each other, and Cassie wasn’t sure if that was out of trust, generosity, or fear.

“You seeing anyone?” said Cassie as she got her bags out of the car. She meant it to sound casual.

“No,” said Leigha. “I spent most of the year pretending to be a gay guy’s girlfriend. His parents were not very open-minded. Yourself?”

Cassie laughed. That sounded like exactly the type of thing Leigha would do, always sacrificing herself for other people’s needs. “I tried going out with this girl, Alyssa. It always felt like I was playing a role, you know? And she was constantly starting drama, accusing me of cheating on her.”

“Well, were you?”

“No, but maybe I should have been,” said Cassie. “I just can’t do the whole relationship thing. Feels too straight.”

Leigha leaned against the trunk of the car and smirked. The way she leaned, Cassie couldn’t help but stare at her breasts. “Sounds like a camp girl to me. We’re not cut out for that life.”

There might have just been something to that. Once they all got over their anxieties about their bodies and sexualities, the camp had become a veritable saturnalia of sexual exploration. The camp counsellors were too busy doing the same thing to stop them – and when Cassie and Leigha had become counsellors themselves, they had entered a whole new level of flings. There were no relationships that lasted longer than a week, and they became used to spending every night in a different bed, endlessly curious as to different bodies and suffering the usual tempestuous teenage emotions and daily changes of affection. What could a steady girlfriend and dates at the mall really have to offer? lezbiyen porno When they had both turned eighteen, they remarked to each other that it felt like they had gained no freedom that they didn’t already have.

“We may just be ruined for life,” said Cassie.

“Worth it,” said Leigha. “You want to go for a swim? The pond’s still open.”

“I thought they banned kids from going in the pond after that one girl broke her foot,” said Cassie.

“They did,” said Leigha. “So what do you say we break a few rules?”

—

Neither girl had brought swimsuits, an oversight which was perhaps intentional. Cassie sat there for a minute with her shirt lifted halfway over her head, dumbfounded as Leigha undressed. Her body seemed to have grown even more curvy in the past year, her breasts plumper and rounder than ever. And the way Leigha casually cast her clothes aside and walked into the pond, proudly bearing her olive-tinged body to the sun was such a stark contrast to the shy girl concerned about her “fat” body that Cassie had met five years ago that she might as well have been a different person.

Leigha cannonballed into the water, casting a wave that spilled over the rocky barriers of the pond. She looked back over her head and cast Cassie a sultry look. “What are you waiting for, Cass? Water’s fine!”

Cassie shed her clothes quickly, although not without a little trepidation. Her hopes of filling out over her teenage years had been dashed – her body remained skinny and her breasts modest. She almost felt bad next to the voluptuousness of Leigha – although there had been times when Leigha envied her skinniness. Now she just looked hungrily as Cassie stepped out of her panties.

Cassie waded into the water. She always liked to get used to the temperature before she put all her body in. But Leigha wasn’t having it. Grabbing Cassie by the ankles, she yanked her friend off her perch and down into the pond’s cool depths. Cassie screeched and splashed, but Leigha held onto her, kissing and tickling her body.

“You motherfucker,” Cassie sputtered.

“What?” Leigha said. “I was tired of waiting.”

Cassie responded by gathering water in her hands and splashing it at Leigha. Leigha gasped, her pretty face dripping with water and her braid plastered to her skin. The two young women gave into their childish side and engaged in a good old-fashioned water-fight. At the end, both were soaking wet, Cassie was coughing up water, and Leigha had her arms around her.

“You win,” Cassie said, in between hacking coughs.

Leigha didn’t seem perturbed by the fact that Casey was sputtering all over her chest. In fact, she seemed downright smug. “I always win, don’t I?”

The two drifted back into the pond’s edge. Cassie leaned her head against soft dirt. The water all around her, sliding past all her sensitive parts, Leigha’s heavenly body resting against hers, the lust-addled nostalgia that always came upon her here… God, she was really in the mood.

“Leigha,” she said. “Can I ask you a favour?”

“Shoot,” said Leigha.

“Well, ever since I got here, I’ve really wanted to suck your breasts, and…”

Leigha laughed. “Polite as ever. Bon appetit.” She lifted one of her plump mammaries just above the water line, its hard nipple gleaming with wetness. Casey wasted no time taking it into her mouth. There was a familiar comfort to it at the same time as it was intensely erotic. As her tongue worked its way around Leigha’s nipple, she felt a deep, primal satisfaction.

And then Leigha was standing up, and there was her other breast falling down on Cassie’s face. Cassie found herself buried in titflesh, energetically licking and rubbing at each one, occasionally diving into the valley of Leigha’s cleavage and kissing the soft spot between the two. Leigha’s boobs were objects of fascination and envy, bouncing, floating, hanging. They tasted of the pondwater but also of Leigha’s own distinctive sweat.

“Oh god,” said Leigha. “You really know how to treat a girl.”

Cassie didn’t say anything, just kept ministering to her friend’s tits. Leigha clawed her hands into the dirt behind them as her body writhed against Cassie. As Cassie once again sucked Leigha’s left tit into her mouth, the voluptuous girl went red from head to toe and gasped with pleasure. She began to shake in Cassie’s arms.

“Shit,” said Leigha. “Just from the boobs.”

Cassie gave her no quarter, sucking at Leigha’s teats and ripping at them with judicious nibbles. Leigha began to frantically hump against her midsection. And then, improbably, there was that spasm and that scream that Cassie knew so well,and Leigha drifted away in the throws of orgasm.

She floated halfway across the pond on her back, dazed. Cassie giggled and swam after her.

Leigha turned to her. “You’re like some kind of wizard.”

“I prefer to think it’s your boobs that are magic.”

Leigha laughed. “Great pick-up line, Cass.”

“They liseli porno just seem… so sensitive.”

Leigha straightened up and gave her a hot stare. “You’ve got some sensitive parts too.”

Still hungry, Cassie pinned Leigha up against the opposite wall and kissed her on the mouth. Leigha was more than willing to reciprocate, and the two were soon doing what they had spent the majority of the past five summers doing: making out at Camp Lambda. But this time there was no fear of anyone else stumbling across them, and a certainty that things would go further.

Their bodies were familiar to each other, but that didn’t dampen their fervour as their hands ran up and down each other. Leigha broke away from Cassie’s lips just long enough to kiss her nose, forehead, eyes and neck, and then their lips were immediately plastered to each other again.

Cassie felt Leigha’s hand pressing against her crotch, and she instinctively parted her legs. Her old friend slid two crooked fingers inside of Cassie, and sensation instantly ran through her body. The water made everything stranger and more intense. When she floated, weightless, and felt Leigha’s fingers thrusting into her it felt almost like flying.

It was all Cassie could do to hold onto Leigha, buoyed up by the thrusts of her fingers. She felt an unbearable heat coming over, as if the summer sun had been magnified. Cassie felt Leigha’s hot mouths on her breasts, less majestic than her own but still sensitive and capable of producing oh so sweet surges when Leigha rolled her tongue around her left nipple.

Cassie felt her hips jogging, and knew that release was coming. Years ago, in their first experimental trysts, Cassie would have stopped here, worried that she was about to pee. Now, she knew enough to just cling to her lover’s shoulders and let the orgasm over take her.

“Oh fuck,” Cassie moaned. She yelled it a second time, knowing that there was nowhere around for miles. “FUCK!” She shuddered as she came in Leigha’s arms. It felt like she was melting into the water as gooey pleasure ran through her. Leigha held her tight as Cassie clawed her release out on her lover’s broad shoulders.

Afterwards, they giggled and nibbled each other, playing those silly little post-coital games. It felt as though they had all the time in the world, like they would never have to get out of this pond. In truth, Cassie would have to leave tomorrow and go back to Oak Crossing, but the distance between then and now felt so wide as to spend a lifetime in.

After they had dried off, and made out for an hour or two, Leigha lit the campfire and the two girls sat nude in front of its flickering blaze. The sky was purple and the sun making its last goodbyes. Dinner was a sumptuous feast of canned beans and tofu dogs roasted over the fire. Leigha said that she had originally intended to make s’mores, but couldn’t find any vegan marshmallows, at which point Cassie had made fun of her hippie diet choices. The wine made them both forget the blandness of the food, and got them feeling a bit more amorous than they already were.

“We have to be careful,” said Leigha. “Charlotte said there have been coyotes on the edges of the property. I guess since it’s not really inhabited now, the wilderness is moving back in.”

“It’s so cool how you call your moms by their first name,” said Cassie. “I wish my parents were that relaxed.”

“Well, it would get pretty confusing if I called them both Mom,” said Leigha.

Cassie checked the doneness of her tofu dog. “Why are they selling this place, anyways?”

“To be honest? They’re pretty deep in debt. Apparently a camp for queer kids can’t really compete on the market. Hell, most kids today would rather stay home or hang out at the mall, gay or not.”

“Who are you selling it to?” Cassie asked.

“Holy Cross Ranch Incorporated,” said Leigha, with an obviously bitter taste in her mouth. “Come for the horseback riding, stay for the sermons.”

Cassie frowned. She had always looked up to Leigha’s mothers, Charlotte and Mimi, as role models of a sort – examples of how a woman could grow up to be openly gay, successful at business, and have a strong moral authority at the same time. Now, at least one of these things had come into question. But she chose not to dwell on it. This was supposed to be a magical evening.

Leigha nuzzled up to her. “It’s okay. We’ve outgrown this place anyways. You’re gonna go to college and kick so much ass… I mean, what I’m saying is that we don’t need a retreat from the real world any more, because we’re about to make the real world our bitch.”

Cassie had to laugh. “You don’t normally talk like that.”

“What can I say? I’m feeling a little bold.” Leigha snaked her arm around Cassie’s waist and not-so-covertly copped a feel.

Cassie grinned to herself. “What about you?”

“I dunno. I’m thinking I’ll travel a bit, maybe get some work under my belt,” Leigha said. “I’m definitely not ready to sign mature porno up for another four years of school. You know… well, you’re going to make fun of me for this, but I’ve been looking into supernatural stuff lately. Old witchcraft and alchemy… obviously some of it is bunk, but I think there are too many stories for it to all be fairy tales. I was reading this book…”

Cassie had a tendency to zone out when Leigha started talking about this new-agey stuff. The downside to Leigha’s kindness was gullibility – she just couldn’t believe that anyone would want to lie to her. The other girls would have fun convincing her of absurd things, leaving her mothers to later wonder where she had heard that dragon bones had been found in Romania, or that the Russians had once invaded California. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she didn’t travel in hippie circles where conspiracies and witchcraft were the currency of the day.

Leigha nuzzled Cassie’s chest. “So how about it?”

“Sorry, can you repeat that?” said Cassie. She felt bad for tuning her friend out.

“I said I wanted to put a charm on you,” Leigha said.

Well, this might be taking things too far. But what could it hurt? Cassie decided to play along. “What kind of charm?”

“It’s a love spell. Don’t worry, it doesn’t affect you – it affects everyone else. Well, at least every pretty young lady you meet…”

Cassie giggled. “Sounds like it might get me into trouble.”

“Maybe. But I want you to go out and be loved. Have lots of great sex with lots of great girls and come meet me again next summer to tell me all about it. There’s a world out there waiting to be conquered.”

Cassie thought that Leigha was gilding the lily a bit – after all, she considered herself rather plain-looking, and doubted that dykes would be beating down her door in college. But it was nice to think about. “Sounds good. What do I need to do.”

“Just lay on your back.

“I’ve heard this one before.” But Cassie did lay on the grass, if only to make Leigha happy. The dirt was cool against he naked back, and the night sky beautiful. It was only out here, far from civilization, that she could look up at all of the stars and realize just how vast the universe was.

Cassie felt Leigha’s weight descending on her lower half, and a familiar tickle between the legs. There was Leigha, nuzzling here face up against the delta of Cassie’s legs. She groaned and spread those legs. This ritual might be very enjoyable.

Leigha nibbled at Cassie’s pussy, gently kissing her clitoris only once. Just as Cassie was starting to feel her juices flowing, Leigha stopped. A second later, she felt cold liquid on her stomach. Something light and ticklish, a feather perhaps, was dancing on her skin. Cassie craned her neck to look down, and saw Leigha holding a brush and painting a henna-oil pattern across her pale skin. Where had she gotten that?

“Don’t look,” Leigh said. And so Cassie leaned her head back, looked up at the stars, and tried to enjoy the weird sensation of being painted. Leigha’s brush traced a cool trail before doubling back on itself, then going off at an odd angle. This must be a very complex charm. Still, as Leigha painted her thigh was grinding into Cassie’s crotch, and eventually that sensation overcame the strangeness of the ritual.

By the fire’s brilliant red light, Cassie could see Leigha’s dark form slowly sink beneath her legs. She was still painting, but the movements were smaller now as Leigha brought her lips to Cassie’s vulva. A second later, Leigha’s tongue slipped out, and a shiver ran through Cassie.

Leigha was practiced at eating Cassie out, and knew exactly how hard to lick and where Cassie’s most sensitive spots were. She took it slow at first, then gradually increased the pressure as her tongue pressed its way into Cassie’s nether reaches. She made sure to lavish attention on Cassie’s clit too, bathing it in the warmth of her tongue.

Along with the familiar warmth of an approaching orgasm, Cassie felt something strange. Heat and pleasure radiated into her from precisely the spot where Leigha had marked her. It felt as though each brushstroke had opened up some new vein of sensation. Perhaps it was something in the paint, but it was such a sweet burn that Cassie said nothing – and indeed, she could make no sound but moans and hot lusty grunts.

She could feel the orgasm coming, but it seemed to take an eternity. Leigha’s mouth was sweet torture, enveloping her pussy and then withdrawing just when Cassie was at the brink. Finally, Cassie grabbed Leigha by her hair and practically jammed the other girl’s face into her sopping cunt. Leigha curled her tongue up to meet Cassie’s most sensitive spot, and just like that her climax ripped through her.

Sparks danced before Cassie’s eyes as she wrapped her thighs around Leigha’s head. She cried out to the sky as pleasure consumed her senses. But even in the midst of her release, she could still feel that strange sensation on her stomach – the sigil Leigha had drawn burning into her in the most exhilarating way.

Cassie lay on the ground for a long time afterwards, slowly coming down from her cloud. Leigha cuddled up to her, and both basked in the sensation that absolutely everything was going to be all right.

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I have an Indian acquaintance, named Ravi, with whom I am very interested in doing some…adult things with. Things that some might consider disgusting or depraved. While he has displayed some interest in pursuing homosexual actions with me, he and I are both married, I sense that keeps him from acting on his desires. He frequently travels for work, he has told me that on many occasions, while alone in his hotel room, he has, utilizing Craigslist, invited men over to massage him. He claims nothing more than a rub down or massage occurs, but that he is very hard, and leaking cum, when the men leave. This then, is my idea for him…

Just imagine, you are in your room after a day of work. A low tap comes on your door. At first, you don’t get up…must have been someone passing by in the hallway. A moment later, another tap, tap, tap.

You get up, answer your door. You swing the door cautiously, to find me standing there. Instantly, your boring evening in the hotel room turns for the better.

I ask if I can come in, I know this was unplanned. You back up a step, I enter, you look out, check the hallway, then close the door. Lock it, then slide the security lock over, also.

You turn toward me, I step forward, wrapping my arms around you. You return the hug, I slide my hand down to your ass, gently cupping and caressing it, as I press my body to yours. Is that a bit of an erection forming in your pants?

I step back, pull you over by the chair, I begin to unbutton your shirt. After I unbutton it, I slide my hand under your shirt, touching your nipples, you close your eyes, and I play with them until they are hard. I slide the shirt off your shoulders, rubbing your shoulders and chest, and place the shirt on the chair. I kneel down and undo your belt. I can see a definite erection forming. I graze the back of my hand accidently on purpose down the length of your hardening cock.

I pull your zipper down, and reaching in, I touch your cock, bringing a gasp from your lips. I separate the pants, tugging them down from the waist. Your shorts come down as well.

Just like a porn movie, freed, your beautiful brown INDIAN cock springs up towards my face.

I lean forward, and gently touch my tongue to the tip of your cock, then kiss the head.

I pull your pants down, and the rest of the way off you, placing them on the chair.

I stand up, you are completely naked, I am still clothed, but that changes as I rip off my clothes, tossing them by yours.

Naked, we press against each other. I kiss your neck, reach down to touch your cock. I lower my mouth to your nipple, kissing and sucking gently. I look up at you, your eyes are closed, a smile on your face.

I take your hand, leading you to the bathroom. In there, I turn the shower on, adjust the water, and pull you in.

I grab the bar of soap, and begin lathering you up. I touch and stroke your hard cock, but only once, just to keep your interest. I turn you to face the wall, I wash your shoulders, back, and upper arms. I spend more time rubbing and caressing rather than actual washing, but you don’t complain.

Working my way down to your bottom, I soap up your ass, squeezing, touching, and caressing your ass. My fingers glide gently along your ass crack. Was that a moan I heard?

I add more soap, my fingers slide deeper between your cheeks. The tips of my fingers glide maddeningly over your tight hole. I can feel you push just slightly back at my fingers as I wash you. My fingertips touch your hole, swirling around the muscle, you think I am pushing against the hole, but it is so light and gentle, you are not sure.

Just then, I turn you around to face me, YOU ARE SO HARD! You let out a moan of disappointment as my fingers left your ass, but I begin soaping up your front, running my hands around your neck, shoulders, spend some time making sure your nipples are clean, your arm pits, the sides of your body, down, down, down, my hands are at your ankles, I ask you to hold on and lift one foot, you do, I soap it up, washing your foot and between your toes, rinsing the foot off so you don’t slip, I wash your other foot, playing with your toes. I work my way up your calves, taking turns sliding my slippery, soapy hands up and down front and back, of your calves, knees, and thighs.

I am now on my knees, in the shower, your cock, now so hard it is pointing upward, is right in front of my face. I soap my hands. Holding your ass cheek in one hand, I slide my slippery, soapy hand between your legs, you feel one finger touch your asshole, lightly press into you.

I hear a moan.

I proceed to soap you well between your legs. My finger constantly touches and probes your hole, going in a little more each time. You feel no pain or tension, just the exquisite, wonderful touch of my fingers.

I move to soap your balls, playing with them, caressing them, giving you feelings you’ve never had ilginç porno before.

Is that precum dripping from your cock?

I lean forward, licking the string of precum off the end of your cock, as I begin sliding my hands rhythmically up the length of your cock.

Now you are moaning quite loudly, holding onto my head to steady yourself, as I stroke you.

The warm water falls upon us as I touch your balls, stroke you thick cock, cum dripping heavily from the tip of your cock. My hand slides between your legs, brushing your balls, as I touch your hole.

A moan escaped your lips. My soapy finger traces circles around your tight hole, now much less resistant to my touch than just a short while ago.

I begin to rise, kissing and nibbling on your flat stomach, as I withdraw my hand from between your legs, gently grasping and squeezing your balls, as they retract tightly uo against the base of your cock.

I continue rising, now sucking your nipples, kissing and lightly biting them. My hand is now reaching behind you, rubbing your lower back, your nicely sculpted, rock hard ass, until I slide my fingers to your hole.

A gasp.

You always said you couldn’t do these kinds of things, but your moans, your gentle pressing back against my fingers by your ass, your rock hard, dripping cock seem to say otherwise.

As I suckle your nipples, I notice your cock rhythmically pulsing, large drops of cum forming at the head.

You grip my head tightly, pulling me against your nipples. You seem very sensitive, like a woman.

The water seems to be cooling, with some minor protest from you, I stand up, turn you around, rinsing you off, pat your bottom, and tell you to get out and dry off.

As you leave the shower, I soap up quickly in the cooling water, washing my arm pits, smoothly shaven cock, balls, and ass. I even more quickly rinse off, stepping from the now almost cold shower, reaching for a towel.

I notice you looking at me, or rather my crotch. We’ve not spoken hardly a word, but I ask “What’s the matter?”

You reply “You have no hair.”

I look down. “Yup”

Ravi replies “But you are so hairy all over…”

“Yes, I use hair removal cream on my cock, balls and ass crack.”

He tentatively reaches towards me, but stops, looking up at me.

“Go ahead, touch me if you’d like”

To my great pleasure, and that of my formerly cold water shrunken, now hardening cock, Ravi gently, timidly touches me.

Pleasure grips the base of my hardening cock as he closes his fingers around my cock, sliding the loose skin back and forth. My turn to groan, it feels so nice to be touched by another guy. Especially one that I am now positive, has never done anything sexual with another guy.

He touches, plays, pulls on me until I suggest we might move onto the bed.

He looks up at me in a daze, as if uncomprehending what I’d suggested, as I grab a towel to dry off.

I push him towards the bed, grabbing the covers and pulling them down, I set him upon the bed. I notice his thick brown cock is absolutely rampant, sticking up, and leaking pearl white, THICK cum down its length.

I think to myself that this is soooo hot.

I sit next to him, putting my arm around him, pushing him down onto his back as I put my leg over his, and put my hand on his nipple, tweaking it as I would to a girl.

Ravi snuggles in against me as I reach to stroke his hard cock.

The hard, dark, thick Indian cock is leaking profusely. Cum dribbles out his pee hole, running down over my fingers wrapped around his girth.

I lean over, sticking my tongue out to catch the cum exiting his cock. Ravi responds with a low moan, subconsciously thrusting his hips up at me while softly moaning “Nnnoooo”

I slide my mouth down over him, my lips forming a tight, yet slippery seal around him. Moving my head up and down on him, more warm cum filling my mouth, his thrusting into my mouth speeds up.

I reluctantly pull off him, causing him to moan again. I sit up, grabbing his hips, and roll him over onto his stomach. I straddle his firm ass, my cock lying along his seam, and leaning forward, I begin to rub his shoulders.

As I move to rub his neck, I wonder to myself, “Is he pushing his ass against my cock?” I continue rubbing, massaging him, working my way down his back.

As I do, I realize I am working my thickening cock along his crack. The comparatively pale whiteness of my rod against his dark brown Indian skin is very erotic to me.

I slide down his legs, my hands now on his buttocks. He is definitely pushing back at me. I part his cheeks, his pink muscled ring stares at me.

After staring briefly, I tentatively lean forward and touch my moistened tongue to his hole.

That brings a response I was totally not expecting. In what seemed like one action, Ravi thrust his japon porno ass into my face, Let out a loud moan, lifted himself, turned and looked at me questioning “Whaaa?”

He saw my face still buried against his ass. My tongue was burrowing its way deeper into his loosening hole. There was no taste, only a faint odor of the soap we had used. Gripping his hips, I began tongue fucking his ass.

Hearing the almost constant moaning from Ravi, he continued thrusting his ass against my face. My tongue wiggled and dug deeper.

This, a new experience for me, was getting me as excited as it was Ravi.

I began sucking at his hole, drawing his now relaxed ass into my mouth, I alternated the sucking with a thrusting of my tongue into his hole.

I reached underneath Ravi, his cock was hard, and the bedding soaked with his cum.

My own cock, in all its pale white glory, was painfully hard. I jumped up, dashed into the bathroom, grabbed the complimentary bottle of hotel hand lotion, popped the top, and slathered some on my cock, racing back to the bed, I pushed the nozzle against Ravi’s hole, emptying the remaining lotion into his hole. Before he could move, I had climbed on top, and positioning the head of my cock against his hole, pushed in.

Ravi tried to move out from under, beginning to voice opposition to my actions, but in doing so, his actions drove my cock into him all the way to my balls.

I laid on top of him without moving. My cock felt really nice to me, enveloped within the tight brown ass beneath me.

Ravi stopped moving. He said nothing.

I laid on top of him, my arms holding him by his shoulders, my head lying on the back of his. After a moment or two, I almost couldn’t believe it, but I was feeling a slow gentle pressure on my abdomen and genitals, as Ravi humped back into me.

“Ravi…” I began.

“SHhhhssssh. Don’t talk. Please. Just….”

The humping at me continued. For my part, it was magnificent. My cock was effortlessly sliding in and out of Ravi’s tight canal. As he humped against me, I felt his ass clenching my cock rhythmically, as if he was trying to milk me cum out of me.

“Ravi…” I started again.

“Shsshh. Please. Just do it slowly. It feels…kinda’ good in there.” He spoke in a low voice. Almost a whisper.

Grabbing his hands in mine, I pulled them up and away from his body, spread eagling me on top of him. He pushed is ass back at me, I pushed into him.

I began thrusting.

Slowly, all the way in, as far as I could force myself, then all the way out.

Ravi pulled his hands away from mine, reached between us, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. “Deeper” he moaned.

I supported myself up in a push-up like position, and looking between our bodies, saw my pale white cock, impaling his tightly stretched pink ass muscles, surrounded by his darker skin, and I swear, I almost shot my load right there.

This was so fucking HOT!

I laid back on top of him, pulling his hands out once again spread eagle, and began POUNDING him. No longer gentle, I was fucking him. HARD. For his part, Ravi only grunted, but he gave as good as he got. He kept humping back at me, meeting my thrusts into him with his own back at me.

I was once again feeling my cum rise. I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold back. “Ravi…I can’t…”

“Fuck me Dammit! Harder! Cum in me, PLEASE. I want to feel it…” Ravi gasped out.

That did it. Like a madman, I drove harder and harder, faster and faster, until I let go inside of him. My cum filled his hole. I could feel the warmth of my cum around my cock, making it much more slippery in there.

“Ohhhh. I can feel it….I feel the warmth” Ravi said.

I began slowing.

“Noooo…please keep…going….” Ravi moaned. I am guessing he enjoyed it as much as I did.

I collapsed on top of him. I think I might have dozed for a few minutes. When I woke, I was still fairly firm, and still deep inside Ravi.

I rose, and slowly started to pull out.

Ravi moaned.

I pulled out, and rolled off him, lying alongside of him. I reached over and rubbed his firm, brown bottom. Not able to resist, I slid my finger to his hole.I was shocked at how wet and slippery it was. AND, it was gaping open. I stuck my finger in, causing a low moan and a whisper from Ravi “Yesss”

I fingered his stretched ass hole, then, withdrawing my finger, brought it to my nose, and sniffed. It smelled like cum. MY cum. I stuck my tongue out, touching my finger to taste myself. I tasted good. I sucked my finger clean.

I rose slightly, looking at Ravi’s ass. There appeared to be quite a bit of my cum bubbling from his formerly tight hole. I leaned over, hesitated, then pushed my face into his ass, slurping up my cum, cleaning his ass.

As I lay back down, Ravi turned on his side to face me. I noticed his cock was hard. latin porno Very hard. Leaking cum, in spite of the large wet spot where he’d been laying when I fucked him. Yes, I FUCKED him.

“You Okay?” I asked.

“I think so.” He paused “I …I wasn’t ready for that…but…I think I am glad you did that to me, I kinda liked it after I got used to you…”

“Well…I loved it, not going to lie to you. I really liked it. I’ve done several girls anally, but never a guy. You’re my first”

Ravi looked at me. “You suppose I could…”

I looked at his cock. “Hell yes, I want to see how it feels, too” I had come here with the intention of blowing him, maybe talking him into fucking me, or at least playing with my ass-pussy, but I’d gotten a bit carried away. Just a bit.

“How do you want me?”

He looked at me somewhat questioningly.

“You want me on my back, spread wide like I’m your bitch? On my side, from behind? On top like I had you? On all fours, doggy style?” I felt a tightening at the bases of my cock as I said the last, my girlfriend had tried fucking me doggy style with a strap on, but I was hoping to try the real thing.

“I hadn’t given it much thought” began Ravi “How about I try you on all fours, maybe push you down on your front, if that doesn’t work, and if not, I’ll roll you over and fuck you like the bitch you’re going to be”

That last sent a shiver through my body. Bitch for him. Hmmmm. I might like that. I wasn’t going to give up women at all, but if my buddy would allow me to service him regularly, I could get into THAT.

I rolled over, and got up on all fours, wiggling my ass at him.

Ravi snickered at me “Bitch” he said.

His words actually thrilled me. I shook my ass at him. I swear my hole was throbbing in anticipation.

I felt the bed move as Ravi came up behind me. He shocked me by putting his lips and tongue against my hole. I have long kept my cock, balls, and ass smooth shaven, but it was too much to hope for, to have Ravi tongue me there.

“You don’t have to…”

“It’s ok, I know you’re clean” as he dug his tongue into me. I could hear and feel him slurping at my ass pussy.

I braced myself, and gave into the pleasure of his tonguing. After a short period of time, longer than I’da hoped for, but short anyway, I felt the bed move as Ravi moved up against me.

I looked under my belly at the brown legs, and the dark, hairy balls hanging behind me. I felt the head of his cock touch my ass. Then it moving against me, searching for entrance.

It stopped. Right against my hole. My own cock, which had already shot it’s load deep inside Ravi’s ass, was firming up at the interest in my ass pussy.

I felt Ravi begin pushing. Slowly.

“You can go in faster, if you’d like, it’s okay” I told him, as I began pushing back against his cock head.

Almost instantly, I felt the comforting pop of his cock past my anal ring.

He stopped.

“No, keep going” I moaned, pushing back at him once again.

I felt him sliding in, deeper, deeper, until I felt the hairs at the base of his cock tickling my ass.

He paused briefly, before pulling back out.

With little lube, it burned a little, his cock stretching, ripping at the tender tissues inside my ass. I had previously used vibrators and dildos of different sizes, using bigger and bigger ones to stretch me, but Ravi’s cock was thicker than most guys, while maybe not terribly long, but the girth, combined with the lack of lubrication, produced an extremely pleasant, burning feeling, that, while I was enjoying it immensely now, knew I was going to be paying the price for later. I assumed to experience of my first homosexual fucking was going to last a few days, at least, in the form of a sore ass.

Ravi was fucking me good now, with a rhythmic in and out, I was ecstatic with pleasure. This had exceeded my wildest fantasies.

Suddenly, I felt something. Ravi, in his steady fucking of my pussy, slowly, filling me with his girth, possibly due to the lack of lube, was stimulating my prostate. Rubbing it perfectly.

I looked between my legs, my formerly thickening cock was rock hard, and pointing right at me, as I looked at it. I noticed a drop of cum forming at my pee hole.

I began clenching my ass pussy as Ravi used my ass.

The sensations radiating from my groin were almost over powering.

Suddenly, my cock began pumping cum at me. Not much, owing to the fact that I’d cum once already, but coming none the less. My ass pussy continued squeezing Ravi’s thick cock.

Suddenly, I felt a warmth spreading through my pussy. Ravi gripped my hips tightly, as I continued to clench his cock with my ass muscles.

He pounded me. I could hear the slapping of his hips and belly against my ass.

He held me tight, pushing against me HARD.

He let out a soft moan, and continuing to push against me, pushed me flat on my face, causing him to land on me, and drive himself deep into me one last time.

After a few minutes, Ravi rolled off of me, I could feel cool air against my, I’m sure, gaping hole.

I felt good. Really good, and well satisfied.

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