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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 It Girl Ch. 01

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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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This is the start of Cami and Zander’s story arc that was first hinted in Her Daddy, Dom, and Neighbor in One. A crossover or two from A Dom’s Best Friend also appears here. There is no sex in this first part, but I promise that will change in parts two and three.

***

I feel as if I’ve wasted my time here, Cami mused. She sipped with sullen, deep red lips, pursed in annoyance and thought. I’ve spent too much time trying to get Zander out of my mind, too much time trying not to be who I am in order to make myself palatable to him. And, for what? For him to make that declaration that siblings of friends shouldn’t date the sibling’s friend?

Not that she wished Cassie to disappear or to never exist, but her brother’s determination of dating rules based on a laughable possibility of Cassie one day maybe having a relationship with Max, Zander’s best friend, had really put a kink in Cami’s plans.

Or, rather, it hadn’t put a kink in those plans. Unbeknownst to many of her friends and all of her morally starched family, Cami was a closet kinkster. She simply mainstreamed really well.

From the time she was eighteen, Cami had sought out dominant personalities when she dated. Slowly her proclivities morphed further, and the partners she sought served as the Sadist to her masochist.

Pain was her drug; pain induced her high, as addictive as lines of coke that her cousin used to snort. Pain, paradoxically, made her feel alive.

A shrink would have a field day with her. Was her walk on the kinky wild side a result of the guilt from the failure to protect her much-more-outgoing cousin who overdosed on their shared eighteenth birthday? Or, more likely, was it a derivation of her self-defense mechanism coming into play to render herself disgusting to her secret love?

Zander Leland. Her best friend Cassie’s older brother.

With deadened cerulean eyes, her thoughts drifted back to the time when she realized that he was the one.

***

Ellie was late for their shared birthday party. Her cousin’s tardy behavior was nothing new; for months, her vivacious, popular cousin had been slipping away as her boyfriend introduced her to new and frightening substances to give her a fix, to make her more malleable to what he and his friends wanted to do with her.

Her best friend Cassie had helped plan the party, and she and her brother Zander, nine years their senior but hot in a way guys their age could never hope to be, walked toward Cami, twin worried expressions marring their brows, now furrowed.

Identical brown, chocolatey warmth echoed their concern for Cami. Cami, conversely, was furious. This was their eighteenth birthday, godamnit! How dare she!?

In frustration, Cami grasped her curly blonde locks-Zander had taken to calling her Goldilocks, as a joke, as of late-in two handsful and yanked, growling.

Zander struggled for levity. “Careful, there, Goldilocks. You sound a bit like Papa Bear, there.”

Luckily, the other guests hadn’t noticed her ire. Around them, people mingled and partied, oblivious to the other guest of honor’s absence.

Cami’s glare was cut off by the ringing of the doorbell. “Finally,” she muttered stomping to the door. Cassie and Zander trailed behind, as confused as Cami when a grim-faced policeman was revealed on the opposite side of the door.

Something deep down caused her to realize instantly that something was incredibly wrong, that Ellie wasn’t just late for the party, that she would not be coming. Over the policeman’s calmly sober explanation, Cami’s heartbeat thundered, drowning out his words. The horrible pity in his eyes conveyed his message, though.

Great gulping breaths and hysterical laughter brought Cami up short for a few seconds, only for her to realize that the sounds came from her. Anything to drown out his words.

Ellie. Was. Dead. Overdose. Her cousin, as close to her as if she had been her own twin, was gone. Gone forever.

Whirling, Cami sought out safety in the confusion that brought acidic chunks up past the barrier of her throat. Her eyes settled on Zander’s soft gaze, and she allowed her vision to fill only with his face until everything faded to black.

* * *

In the days that passed, Zander and Cassie were never far from Cami’s side. They bolstered her, twin columns of supportive determination, flanking her, at Ellie’s funeral.

Cami stayed at their parents’ house, and Zander, who had moved out several years before, slept by her bedside each night in the weeks that followed. Cami simply could not sleep without his strong fingers laced with hers, his calm, brown eyes steady on her face, and his warm voice talking about the mundane, anything really, to help guide her to sleep.

The few times that she had relied on Cassie to help her get to sleep, she ended up feigning slumber, as Cassie’s ragged optimism hurt during her grief. Cami loved her friend dearly, but Cassie didn’t understand how to help. Those nights were filled with guilty nightmares, of Cami screaming hastane porno at Ellie to not go out, to stay home. On those nights, she awoke screaming. Zander would be the one to come running, auburn hair matted with sweat, chest bare and heaving. And he would slowly, patiently help her back to sleep again.

With Zander, she didn’t feel as if she had to pretend that she was okay, or at least that things were getting better.

Her days leading up to college were spent on the lake with Zander, quietly absorbing nature in all its wholesomeness in an effort to blot out the ugliness of Ellie’s boyfriend’s arrest and trial. The charge was manslaughter; a jury quickly found him guilty the following year.

In August, Zander and Cassie worriedly looked at her as she defiantly glared back at them. “The plan was for us to go to college, Cassie. We were going to room together. You and me and-Ellie,” Cami broke off, biting her lip, swearing resolutely that THIS time, she wouldn’t cry simply from attempting to say her cousin’s name.

Cami turned away to regain control of her emotions, but soon she felt the enveloping warmth of Zander’s brotherly hug. With a deep breath that only tilted into shudders at the end, she inhaled the fresh scent of the outdoors that clung to him like the most erotic of colognes.

She shoved down those thoughts. Zander did not feel that way about her; she was the burden, his kid sister’s grieving, fucked-up best friend, not the femme fatale to woo away this man nine years older than she.

“It’s okay; I don’t mind. My apartment is less than half a mile away from campus,” Zander rationalized, his breath warm in her ear. Resolutely, she tamped down those newly confusing feelings of lust.

With a definitive shake of her head, she responded with an unequivocal “No.”

She glanced over at Cassie and winced. Her brightly optimistic friend appeared more like the proverbial puppy that had been kicked. “Why not?” Cassie whispered.

Zander’s comforting hand smoothed her blonde waves. “Yes. Why not, Goldilocks?”

“Because we will cramp your style, Mr. Hotshot Attorney.” With a pang, Cami wrenched from his delicious grasp. “And you will cramp ours.” Looking to Cassie for support, she continued. “We are going to be college girls. This is our first taste of freedom. And the last thing either of us needs is our de facto brother-well, you are Cassie’s actual brother-raining on our parade.”

A hooting laugh alerted the trio to the presence of the understood fourth of their group of late, Zander’s best friend Max Phillips. “Cami has you there. You remember our wild university days, right, Zan?”

Zander’s wolfish grin and the complicated “man handshake” were his only responses. Cami looked from one to the other expectantly, hoping for further explanation, but none was forthcoming. Then, Zander’s concerned brown orbs slide to Cami, capturing the gaze of her bright blue eyes. “I just want to make sure that you will be okay.”

Wincing from that implied reminder that Cami equaled burden, she ground out, “I’ll be fine.”

Those words would haunt her as they moved into the cramped, two-person dorm room and began their courses of study. Ever with an eye brightly on the future, Cassie tackled her early childhood education classes with gusto, humming happily each night as she read and studied.

Cami, by contrast, floundered in her first few weeks. Originally an English major, she found she could no longer find comfort in the classics. Several sleepless nights caused a concerned Resident Advisor to recommend counseling.

It was in the counselor’s office at the health unit on the sprawling university campus, that Cami broke down completely-and slowly began to heal. Her first few sessions were unremarkable. Cami responded to the counselor’s softly probing questions with shrugs and other non-commital responses.

During her fourth visit, Cami espied a photograph on the counselor’s desk. Her “Who is that?” was meant to elicit a bland response, but her glance back at the older woman’s dark eyes revealed the same grief she herself had felt the weight of the last several months.

“My sister,” Dr. Layton revealed with a sad, tight-lipped smile. “She passed away five years ago. A drug overdose.”

“I’m so sorry,” came Cami’s polite reply, but Dr. Layton’s explanation unlocked the key holding back Cami’s grief.

Slow, trickling tears quickly morphed into gulping sobs as she struggled, incoherently, to explain her reaction. “My cousin. Ellie. She was. Supposed to be. Here. Drug overdose. March. Eighteenth birthday.”

Cami’s reaction seemed to guide Dr. Layton back into her mien as a counselor. Having read Cami’s file with her vital statistics, she asked, “Your eighteenth birthday was when she overdosed?” She handed Cami a tissue and watched as it quickly absorbed moisture and was shredded by the girl’s clenching fingers.

Cami shook her head. “Both of ours. We shared the same birthday.”

Even Dr. Layton’s counselor hemşire porno training couldn’t hide her shock. “I’m so sorry.”

Curled into a fetal position on that dreaded chintz couch in the counselor’s office in the health unit, Cami began to heal.

* * *

Several months later, in February, Cami exited Dr. Layton’s office with lightness in her heart. Her counselor had agreed that addiction counseling would be a good fit for her, career-wise.

Unseasonably warm, even for Dallas in February, the sun shone on Cami’s bare shoulders and, as she tilted her face up to feel the heated rays, on her soft smile of satisfaction.

Which is why she missed seeing the approaching familiar figure until she bumped into him-quite literally. “Cami!” Zander exclaimed, righting her, his fingers brushing the inside of her elbow. “Cassie said you would be here!”

Face flushed, Cami stepped back from his warm hold with the inconvenient feelings his touch wrought. “I was just meeting with Dr. Layton,” she said, inexplicably nearly tongue tied. She glanced up at her, for lack of a better word, crush.

“A good session?” Zander’s auburn hair had been professionally tamed and styled into what Cassie and she privately agreed was a “lawyer cut.”

Cami nodded. “Mmhmm. I told her that I’ve decided on my new major.” She trailed off without naming the major.

“And? That is?”

She let the pause lengthen. Cassie, while always a supportive best friend, had initially tried to talk her out of her decision. With steely determination, Cami responded evenly, “Counseling. With a focus on addictive personalities.”

Again, she felt Zander’s touch as his fingers curled around her shoulders, stopping her before turning her gently to face him. “You can do it, and be awesome at it. But Goldilocks,” he whispered, “are you sure?”

Recognizing his question for what it was rather than an attempt to dissuade her, she nodded. “I couldn’t save Ellie. But maybe I can save someone else.”

His answering nod and glowing warmth in his gaze made her breath catch. “I’m so proud to call you a friend,” he whispered folding her in his arms. For a few moments, her heart beat against his and she reveled in the closeness.

But, then, his phone rang. Breaking away with an apologetic, sheepish grin, Zander answered the call, “Jenny, hi. Yes, I’m on my way to pick you up. That sounds like a great choice for a movie.”

With a sinking heart and a death of her crush on Zander, Cami realized that he was making plans for a date with a woman who, unlike her, was older, not a burden, and not a fuck up.

When he ended the call, she managed to put a blankly innocuous expression on her face. “A new girlfriend?” she queried, injecting what she hoped was the right amount of teasing banter into her tone.

Tapping her nose with one finger, Zander responded, “Maybe. If she plays her cards right. Are we still on for Saturday?” Their standing arrangement was a rowboat across the lake, their time to catch up on everything new in the other’s life.

“Of course,” she whispered, smiling past the bile that rushed to the back of her throat. “But I’ve got to run, literally. My psych study group is expecting me to meet them across campus in ten minutes. See you Saturday!” she called behind her as she jogged off.

* * *

Shortly after that day, Cami met her first Dom. A grad student who served as a TA in her intro psych class, John Grant noticed the shell she encased herself in to get through her days. While she was healing from her grief over Ellie’s death, she was not one-hundred percent “better.”

Within three weeks, he had broken her shell to reveal the needy submissive beneath the facade. His lack of Sadism is what led to their split six months later as he realized that he could not give her what she needed.

A succession of others, some Doms and some Sadists filled the void over the next few years. Her meetings with Zander on the lake grew more sanguine and further apart. Naked ambition and motivation to help others who were in the position that Ellie had been in caused her to graduate in three years and become a full counselor two years later at a non-profit rehabilitation facility.

Cassie, of course, graduated and went on to become a teacher, moving into a picture-perfect house right next door to Max. Cami found herself inheriting her parents’ house upon their deaths, next door to the house Zander had purchased only a year before.

With their new neighborly status, their Saturdays on the lake had begun anew. Both seemed to take that time to quietly relax from the stresses of their jobs. By unspoken agreement, they did not discuss their romantic and sexual relationships. Until one day…

* * *

Letting loose in the hot spring weather, Cami lay back in her barely there red string bikini that matched the signature deep scarlet of her lipstick and nails. Blood red, she would describe the color, to the discomfiture of others. From years of running hikaye porno herself ragged literally, her body was toned, yet her bikini revealed the curves her usual pantsuits and dresses strove to conceal.

She wasn’t as busty as Cassie, but, then, on her petite frame a DD cup would have appeared disproportionate.

Not for the first time, Zander glanced her way and felt a tightening in the region of his crotch. Think of anything else. Think of pollution. This is Cami, Cassie’s best friend, for Chrissakes!

In repose, she appeared a siren come to lure him to his doom. Stretching in the warmth, her back arching sinuously led him to groan, cursing his undersexed cock. How long had it been since he and Chloe had broken up? Two months? He needed to get some pussy and soon, he decided resolutely.

Just as soon as he bought his dream boat-literally. He and Max were supposed to go next weekend to purchase it, and he looked forward to time on the lake with Cami in the bikini. No, he corrected himself. You are looking forward to seducing a hot honey in the hold. NOT CAMI!

He hit on something that had been bothering him lately. “Have you heard from Cassie recently?”

Sitting up slightly, Cami slid her black sunglasses down her nose to reveal bewildered blue eyes. “Uh, yeah. I talk to her every day. She’s my best friend, remember?”

Glaring, he bit back a retort, but plunged ahead with his thought process. “Has she said anything to you about anyone she’s dating lately?”

Cami blinked a bit in the hot spring sun and slid her sunglasses back in place. “Yeah. A bit. A guy she’s talking to online. But she’s playing it safe.”

Zander growled. “There is no playing it safe online. That’s where all the deviants hang out, Sadists and the like.”

His remark stung Cami in a way that he couldn’t have known it would.

“I never thought you would be so judgmental,” she said in what she hoped was a nonchalant voice.

“It’s not being judgmental,” he fired back. “Wanting to inflict pain to get a hard on is wrong.”

Some part of her couldn’t help but arguing, “But what about getting wet from receiving pain?”

“Look,” he said, realizing something about this conversation upset her, “I know you studied all sorts of psychology. But you would have to admit, that there is something wrong with people who are either of those types.”

“Wrong?” Her response cooled the atmosphere by several degrees, rendering the hot day downright chilly in the tiny rowboat.

“Well, yes,” he answered defiantly. Both were panting heavily. His eyes dropped from her eyes hidden behind the dark shades to her breasts barely held in check by the triangles of the bikini top.

Noting his regard, she breathed, “Zander,” and then he was over her, his lips crushing hers in a caress that was anything but tentative. Hunger for her spiked his adrenaline, and his kiss deepened until she mewled softly in the back of her throat.

He pulled back as if scorched. “Goldi-“

“No. Don’t apologize. Don’t!” she thundered when it appeared that he would.

“But?”

She shook her head, her blonde curls scattering around her head haphazardly. Unfortunately, her boobs also scattered, almost leading to a wardrobe malfunction.

With grim faced determination, the bikini-clad addiction counselor grabbed the oars and started rowing toward the dock.

As the boat hit the dock with a gentle rat-a-tat-tat, Zander quickly tethered it. Cami gulped, noting his facility at tying knots, trying desperately not to imagine those knots against her skin, the constriction. On shaky legs, she exited the boat, walking briskly away from the temptation of Zander.

“Goldilocks, wait up!” His familiar footfalls soon fell even with hers. “We have to talk.”

“What is there to talk about?” she countered, hoping to nudge him into ignoring her.

He grasped her hand, and she again felt the energy passing between them. “This. Whatever happened back there. What happened between us.”

“That’s sexual attraction, hormones. Curiosity. I’ve…wondered what it would be like with you. Have you wondered the same about me?” Cursing herself, she realized that her voice sounded breathy, needy for his answer in the affirmative.

He stopped, and his hold also caused her to pause. Glancing up, she noted the darkening of his gaze for what it was: desire.

Time, like the old cliche, seemed to stop. One shared breath. Another. Then, his self-admonishing answer, “Whether I have or haven’t doesn’t matter. You are Cassie’s best friend. I am her brother. It would be like Max dating Cassie. That can never happen.”

He watched her eyes absorb the hit, go from a soft dreamy blue to a rocky lapis. Her posture, tender and malleable, straightened as if a broom handle. “Goodbye, Zander,” she spoke formally.

***

Three hours later found her in that seat at Lashesexxx, lips pursed, the attention of several males focused on her.

With a gradual return to the present, Cami felt one of those pairs of eyes on her. The bartender’s almost silver gaze burned like ice through her.

His auburn hair strongly resembled Zander’s, and she took a hit of her Jack on the rocks, her lips twisted more from her folly about thinking of Zander than the bitter bite of the amber liquid.

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For Cinner

The lobsters’ succulent white meat disappeared almost as rapidly as the shells lost the heat from their steaming. Almost as rapidly, she felt the effects of the wine filling her with warmth and bringing a delightful energetic fuzziness to her brain. While they did share wine and other spirits frequently, something seemed different with the wine in her glass that seemed never to empty. By the time she had downed her fourth glass she realized noticed the yellow lights of the candles and lamps flickering as mischievously in his eyes as the smile that graced his lips.

“How is the wine?” he asked in a casual voice, sipping from his glass of water.

“It’s wonderful,” she replied hesitantly, realizing he had not touched his own glass, simply refilling hers as she emptied it. The buzz in her mind and body grew more intense as she said this. “It’s different, is it a new” she asked in a puzzled voice. His widening grin told her that it was not and she realized what she thought he had done.

“You bastard!” she blurted with a laugh. “You spiked the wine!” Her cheeks flushed pink from the wine and excitement of having fallen so easily into one of his little game-traps. Her nipples surged erect in anticipation, knowing that earlier playing would soon resume in earnest. “What’s in it?”

“Oh, just a little candy for you.”

She knew that meant only one thing – he had laced the wine with cocaine, her favorite occasional and recreational drug. She could feel the tell-tale surging of energy, the way that her heart beat faster, sending blood coursing through her body, speeding along the alcohol to moderate and subtly enhance the high. With a thrill of delight she swallowed the remainder of the glass, swirling it first around her mouth and across her tongue before letting it drain down her throat. She speared her last chunk of lobster after putting down her glass, exaggeratingly dipping it in the butter before bring it slowly to her lips, drips of the greasy yellow coating splattering across the simple table cloth, her sweater-bound breasts, chin, and lips. She smiled enticingly at him in challenge.

The mischievous grin that had sat upon his face for the course of the meal disappeared as quickly as the wine had sluiced down her throat moments earlier. Slowly and deliberately he pushed his chair back from the table, patted his own lips with a linen napkin, and placed it across the cracked lobster shells on his plate, a dark cloud passing across his face.

“When did I give you that sweater?” he asked her coldly, making her look down at the greasy wet spots of liquid butter she had created in her teasing last bite of lobster. Her own face paled in realization that she had perhaps picked the wrong instant or at least the wrong clothing in which to play her own teasing gambit. She cast her eyes down, shoulders tensing, head lowered in surrender of her sin. When she did not respond he harshly prodded her again with the biting tone of his voice. “Well? When did I give you that sweater?”

She still hesitated, lower lip quivering at the rapid change in his mood and tone. He was no longer her mischievous playmate and lover. He was now her Master. When she spoke it was in a meek, tiny voice. “You gave this to me the first day we made love, Master.”

He did not nod, did not respond in any way to her statement, continuing to stare at her coldly. The sat as such as a minute crawled by, followed by another and yet another again.

“Is that how you treat a gift to commemorate such a significant event?”

She had not completely surrendered herself to him on the day they first made love, a marathon session of wet, messy, frenzied, genç porno scrumptious passion. At least she had not realized that she had surrendered herself completely to him on that day until much later. The sweater, intricately woven Irish wool dyed a passionate and irresistible red, he had told her when he gave it to her, symbolized the ardor they had shared and that they had sparked in one another.

“I…” she whispered, eyes closing to hold back the tears of uncertainty that threatened to spill down her long lashes to her cheeks. Was his anger genuine? Or was it part of the game. The wine and cocaine flowing through her system confused her, quickening and dulling her thoughts at the same time as she sought the proper words. “I…I am…”

He cut her response short, standing with a dismissive grunt that told her to be quiet. He stepped toward her and entwined his hand in her long hair, twisting it so that the locks wrapped around the back of his hand and back into his palm. A quick jerk brought her bounding to her feet, her chair tipping over in her haste as her scalp prickled with pain as he pulled her hair. Her head tilted back with the continued strain of his hand pulling her hair, her throat bared to him, pulse pounding in her neck veins. She kept her eyes closed, surrendering to his anger and disappointment. She knew her mistake had earned her a yet undetermined punishment.

“Remove your jeans.” His voice was low, a growl emanating from deep within his throat. She fumbled with the button and zipper, hands rushing to obey his command. With the fly flaps spread open she tried to slip the jeans over the swell of her hips and buttocks but found that she could not push them down far enough with him holding her hair and head erect. When she tried to speak, to tell him of her difficulty he cut her off, demanding more insistently that she remove her jeans.

Struggling against the strain of her pulled hair, the fabric of the jeans, and the sumptuous curves of her own body, she managed to wriggle the jeans down past the middle of her thighs but not completely off. She whimpered when she realized she could push them down no further as long as he held her hair. A click of metal on metal came from near him, down at the level of her hips, and she felt the cold metal of a blade trace the soft, delicate skin of her exposed thigh before slipping upwards and under the thing band at the waist of her panties above her hip. The fabric parted with ease against the razor-sharp blade causing her panties to fall partially away from her body. She shivered, biting her lower lip, as he ran the point of the blade across her stomach just above the waist band of her panties before slipping it under the thin fabric above her other hip. With a quick flick the blade separated the fabric again and caused the front and back of her panties to fall open away from her body revealing her perfectly smooth, hairless and oozing sex.

“You have ruined one of the most precious gifts I have ever given you.” His voice was barely a whisper, forcing her to strain to hear while the cool air of the room met the hot flesh of her groin. “You must be taught…a lesson…”

He ripped her panties roughly from between her thighs, the wet fabric slipping against her moistened thighs. She heard him inhale deeply and she could see through her closed eyes that he was breathing in the intoxicating scent of her aroused body. She imagined him sucking on the fabric and was startled instead to feel the wet fabric pressed roughly against her lips. Obediently and without thought her mouth fell open to accept her wet intimates as he stuffed them into her mouth.

“You will not make a sound.”

He full hd porno pulled her across the room to the small couch, making her shuffle and stumble as the half-removed jeans hampered her movement. She kept her eyes tightly closed as the taste of her sex filled her mouth and the scent of her arousal flooded her nostrils. Some women did not find their own scent or taste particularly exciting or special but tolerated it as a way to tease the men or women in their world. But not her. She loved the smell and taste of herself, often enjoying the taste of soaked panties filling her mouth while she masturbated or during love making. She could not help but suck her own juices from the fabric of her panties.

The couch squeaked as he sat down upon it, pulling her head down with him as the level of his hand lowered as well. His hand continued to pull her hair, guiding her down lower until her stomach laid across the tops of his thighs, her legs trailing away from her in a tangle of jeans. Her swollen breasts hung heavy off the outside of one of his thighs and her bare ass thrust proudly into the air, goose bumps from arousal and cold decorating her tight buttocks. It was only then that he released her hair and she hung her head in relief from the pressure of his hand.

He roughly pushed her jeans further down her thighs so that they bunched around her knees, allowing her to part her thighs just slightly. Her glistening sex peeked out from between her barely parted thighs below her round, full ass. A hot liquid dribbled onto the top of her ass and she realized that he was pouring melted butter over her ass. She fought against herself to prevent the moan of excitement and pleasure as the warm, slippery liquid dripped down her ass cheeks down her ass crack, over her tight asshole, and over her engorged labia before trailing down her thighs into her jeans. His hand began to rub in slow circles around her ass, first one cheek and then the other, coating her ass with melted butter, sliding his fingers up and down the length of her slit over her asshole between the lips of her sex and across her painfully erect clit.

The mouth of the wine bottle pressed against her greased asshole, liquid spilling out and down her crack and sex and inside of her thighs. Though muffled by her panties, she still managed a yelp of surprise that was met almost instantly with a sharp, sudden smack against her exposed ass cheeks.

“Silence!” A second stroke of his palm against her ass punctuated his command. She felt him parting her buttocks, exposing her asshole more clearly, allowing him more room, better access. He still spilled a small amount if wine when he pressed the mouth of the wine bottle against her hot hole. She sucked hard on her panties to stifle her moans and groans as he rotated the mouth of the wine bottle against her asshole, pressing inward with the strength of his hands. For a few moments she thought that the butter would not be enough but she gasped inwardly with pleasure as she willed her ass to dilate and accept the bottle into her body. He continued to rotate the bottle as he pressed it deeper into her, the neck flaring wider as the bottle slid deeper into her willing hole, the remaining wine coursing in to fill her.

“Hold it,” he whispered, forcing her to tighten her forced-open ass to clamp tightly against the hard neck of the bottle. The bottle was heavy and threatened to change position and harm her so he rested his free hand against the base of the bottle, pressing against the bottle to both steady it and prevent her from pushing it out with her powerful muscles.

The third stroke against her ass was different, not his gangbang porno hand this time, instead a leather strap with two pads at the end that slapped together when the blow landed. Several more blows came in rapid succession, alternating from one cheek to the other, from the upper part of her buttocks down towards the spot where her ass and top of her thighs met. The skin blossomed red and stung with delectable pain. There was a pause as she felt more butter drizzled across her ass, dripping down around the bottle projecting from her ass and down her engorged lips. Her breath came faster, her mind narrowing in concentration to her stinging cheeks, her pulsating and dripping sex, and her violated asshole.

He slowly pulled the neck of the bottle out of her ass, the muscle clenching back towards its normal size as the neck grew narrower but relief was not to come, at least not yet, as he did not remove the bottle, instead sliding it back deep inside her. He continued to use his free hand to fuck her ass with the bottle while his other hand rained another series of blows with the strap upon her tender ass. The strokes traveled across her ass cheeks and down the backs of her thighs, around towards the outsides of her buttocks near her hips.

She could not help herself, she squirmed in pain and pleasure, in depraved lust and excitement for the violation off her body, the sumptuous abuse of her ass and buttocks. She could not hold back her whimpers and groans of pleasure as the blows continued to come and the bottle slid in and out of her ass, opening her ass wider as he pushed it a little deeper with each inward thrust.

“Spit out your panties.”

She moaned with delight and release as her tongue pushed her panties from her oral cavity. Though he had not said it she knew he had granted her permission to break her barely contained sounds of pleasure. With her mouth free, she was able to lick her lips and open her mouth to pant and groan her excitement freely. The breaths came quickly in her excitement and changed to sharp gasped intakes of pleasure as the strap fell once again across her ass and the bottle plunged deeper into her ass. The sounds of her excitement sounded like those of a she-animal enjoying a well deserved kill.

Then two things happened at once. The bottle popped out of her ass, her hole gaping at the sudden departure of the invading object and his hand found her sex. His thumb slipped easily between her sodden lips and into her hot pussy, his two forefingers of his hand sliding along her slit to her pounding clit. The combined sensation of the pad of his thumb rubbing against her G-spot and fingers roughly rubbing her swollen clit, the stinging of her buttocks, and the spasming winks of her closing asshole launched her into a powerful orgasm. Her cries of climax rattled with the windows of the small cottage as she screamed out the force of her orgasm. Hot jets of fluid sprayed from her pussy as she bore down with each spawn of her orgasm. Each powerful contraction of her orgasm caused a pulsing spurt of her cum to erupt from her pussy and forced a stream of wine from her asshole. The liquids combined, spreading over his hand and forearm as he manipulated her body, soaking her jeans, his thighs, the couch beneath them.

Tears of relief poured down her cheeks as he continued to stroke her inside and out, bringing her to another shaking climax, more liquids spraying from her body in excitement. Her mind went numb, nothing else existing but the parts of her body that throbbed, pulsed, or gushed with arousal. Yelps and wails of pleasure poured from her mouth as he stroked her clit, her pussy, and as the fingers of his other hand slipped easily into her ass. One finger, a second, a third invaded her ass as she continued to cum, her sounds of excitement sounding like a throng of religious zealots speaking their devotionals in tongues of rapture, drowning out the squelching sounds of her wet, manipulated, enflamed sex…

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He and I lay down in bed, I in a pink, slightly see-through nightie, black panties visible against the pink fabric, and he in grey boxer shorts, elastic band hugging his hips, holding them in place. He lifted his leg, placing it across mine, the course hair tickling my smooth, shaved skin. Lifting my own leg, I placed it over his, so that our legs were intertwined, flesh against flesh. Leaning over, his soft lips touched my cheek, puckering slightly, “mwah” sound forming as his lips sucked in air while pressed against my cheek. His hands reached over, pulling my face towards his, eyes locking together, looking into each other’s deep pools, black meeting green, swimming in a sea of white. Occasionally his eyes flickered downwards, peeking at my exposed cleavage.

His face came in close to mine, lips brushed against lips, a light touch, feather soft, then gone; another touch, almost ticklish, then gone again. His tongue flicked out, snakelike, and touched my lips before disappearing back into his mouth; out again, its pink surface running over my lips, tasting them. His lips came down on mine, solidly this time, but still light, pressed against mine. Kissing his bottom lip, I sucked it in slightly, teasing it, luxuriating in the softness of it. Our lips pressed together firmer, more ardent, passion increasing. I parted my lips slightly, inviting him to explore, to tease me with his tongue.

Our tongues slipped between each other’s lips, just past the teeth, meeting in the middle, tip to tip. His tongue probed my lips, starting outside, then entering my mouth, just slightly, tasting the inside of my lip. My tongue slipped into his mouth, the taste of toothpaste still clinging to him, mouthwash freshly used, giving his breath a bit of a bite. Clean. Fresh. I felt his teeth against my tongue, then pushed my tongue in deeper, penetrating his mouth further.

Our tongues entwined, feeling the other. I touched the middle of his tongue tentatively with the tip of mine, stimulating his taste buds, letting him experience the taste of my mouth. I continued exploring his tongue, running it over the smooth surface, top, moving around the side, our tongues dancing together, hugging each other, wrapping around in acrobatic motions.

His tongue left my mouth, leaving it empty, wanting, lips leaving lips. Pausing at my lower lip, he sucked it gently into his mouth, teasing it playfully. His kisses traveled down, leaving my lips completely, to the labiodental crease, kissing once before continuing to move downward. He paused, kissing my chin. His tongue occasionally slipped between his lips, causing wetter kisses to dot my chin.

His mouth moved down still more, small kisses tingling on the skin, until it hit my neck. Lips puckered out, he kissed it, his tongue again slipping between his lips, blending kiss and lick together. He removed his tongue, pressing his lips firmly against my neck. The skin pulled tight, pressure building, as the flesh of my neck was sucked into his mouth. His teeth slightly grazed the skin inside his hot mouth, sending tingles through me.

Moving up my neck with soft, light kisses, he reached my earlobe. Earlobe inside his mouth, sucked on, his breath was heavy in my ear. I froze in place, electrified, unable to move, shaking ever so slightly. A slight tingle built between my legs, my pussy flushing, becoming wet. My sensitive ears, nibbled, drove me wild with lust, desire, pushing me beyond my limits.

Once I could move again, I ran my fingers down his back, clawing it, heard the gasp escape his throat as I came close to breaking his skin, a release from the tingles overwhelming me, running up and down my spine from his ear play before I could explode.

As my hands ran up and down his back, my tension building to the point of bursting, his mouth moved back to my neck, down it, then left it. My shoulders were showered with his slow, wet, small kisses.

His mouth, reaching the strap of my nightie, covered it, teeth biting down on the thin strap, tugging at it, until it hit the end of my shoulder. He pulled it, teeth only, over to the side, until at last it fell free of my shoulder, falling down my arm. His kisses made their way to the other shoulder, across my collar bone. Taking the other strap in his mouth, he again pulled it until it fell off my shoulder, down the other arm.

No longer secured by my shoulders, the nightie fell slightly, milf porno held up by our position on the bed, lying down, side by side. I could feel my nightie fall, ever so slightly, exposing more of my chest, stopped short by the top swell of my breasts, exposing the tops, just a little bit. It tantalized the senses with dangers of falling off, of fully exposing my breasts to his lust-filled eyes.

His mouth moved on, continuing its kisses, to my exposed chest, above my breasts. My hands reached up, entwining his hair, pushing him more firmly against me, as his kisses continued across my chest. I desired him to be closer, under my skin.

His hands moved up, pulling my nightie downward, slowly exposing first the top of my breasts, fabric tightening as it crept slowly down the swell. First one nipple popped free, then the second, the fabric no longer able to cover them. My nipples, now free, were exposed to his eyes. It was pulled further still, slipping down easier now that it no longer had to stretch to fit over my breasts, until the bottom curve of my breasts could be seen, where they met my rib cage, to finally bunch around my ribs, just below my breasts, their entire swell exposed to his watching eyes.

His kisses moved down from my chest, to the top of my breasts, kissing first the top of one, then the other, back and forth, while he moved his head downward. His hands moved up and outward, cupping the outside curve of my breasts, thumbs moving to cover each nipple, caressing them. His thumb left my nipple, mouth replacing it. The opposite nipple was grasped between thumb and pointer finger, pinched and pulled. Mouth leaving, his hand took its place back on my breast. Each hand squeezed a breast as he kissed my stomach.

The nightie, now in the way, was pushed up. No longer needing it, I removed his hands from my breasts, pulling it over my body. At first, it hid away my breasts, then allowing them to peek back out as it finished traveling over them. Over my head it went, my upper body now fully exposed, the fabric of the slightly see through pink nightie no longer covering his view of my bare skin. Topless, he was able to view me completely unfettered. His hands returned to my breasts, cupping fondling, playing.

Kisses continuing, they moved down to my bellybutton. His tongue poked out, between his teeth, and penetrated the slight hole in my stomach, tasting my sensitive bellybutton. Licking the edges, ringing it completely, contacting the bottom, he continued slowly, deliciously, moving, exploring, tasting. His hands moved away from my breasts, running along my sides, triggering my giggles as they tickled my sensitive sides, until they hit my waist.

Not stopping, his hands continued downward, hooking the edge of my panties, as if he did not want to break the connection with my skin. Not even for the small amount of fabric that held my panties together. Hooked, my panties followed his hands, moving downward, showing the top of my fur, then further down. My pussy lips became visible, at first only the very top, barely, then more, completely, showing the outside lips, the top, pressed together by my legs. He continued pulling them down, reaching knees, ankles, feet, then over my feet to slip free from me.

As he moved back up my body, his hands went to my knees, pushing them outward, a slight but insistent pressure, until my legs were spread before him. He then settled between my spread legs. His mouth came down on top of my pubis, licking the thin strip of fur, wet now with his saliva.

Hands moving around my waist, then slightly lower, they traveled along my outer ass cheeks, toward the center crack, until each hand firmly held a cheek. My ass was pulled up slightly, hips rotating, and his mouth moved down to my spread pussy. Lips were placed against erotic lips, exploring my labia majora with his kisses.

My legs bent, feet on the bed, knees in the air, his arms wrapped around them as his tongue probed my pussy, pushing in deeper. His arms wrapped around my legs until hands rested just above my pubis. His fingers moved downwards, coming into contact with the hood of my clit. They massaged the hood, stimulating my clit. Mouth leaving my pussy, his other hand came up, pointer and middle finger inserted inside; filling what had been emptied since his now absent tongue had been removed.

Fingers were worked mobil porno inside me, pushed all the way in to the knuckles. They rubbed the inside of my vaginal canal, hitting my g-spot, located at the top of my canal, pushed towards the belly. His other fingers continued to work my clit through its hood: pussy and clit, rubbing. Moving the hood out of the way of his working fingers, they came into direct contact with my clit, pushing downward, rubbing back and forth, while his other fingers worked inside me, rubbing my g-spot, causing me to thrash as the tension built within: rubbing clit, rubbing g-spot, building, more, faster, harder, more, more. I burst, pussy tightening around his fingers, squeezing them, as waves of euphoria rolled over me in my release.

Removing his fingers from my clit and pulling his fingers out of my pussy, he moved his head back between my legs. Tongue out, he licked my pussy, getting my labia nice and wet, before working his tongue inside, running it around my labia minora, tasting my juices, until my pussy was absolutely dripping with his saliva and my salty nectar.

Now, I was thoroughly wet. He sat up, pulling my hips towards his groin, shifting his pelvis, until his penis head was placed against my pussy. My legs were pulled up, my ass now slightly above the bed, as he spread my legs. My pussy was opened wide, hungry for his waiting penis, wanting to be filled.

Rubbing the head of his penis against the outside of my pussy, head against lips, up and down, along the slit, the head was soon wet with our mixed juices, to be pushed inside my hungry pussy. A slight push in, then pulled back, lubricating more of the shaft with each slow stroke. Finally, my pussy swallowed the whole of him, our groins connected, two as one, the head deep inside me. My legs were lifted, placed over his shoulders, and then he started thrusting inside me.

Slow strokes, his penis was pulled out, until only the head remained inside me, barely, then his penis was pushed all the way pack in, my pussy completely devouring his shaft. He continued thrusting inside me, slowly, then pulled almost out, back in, the entire length of his penis rubbing against my pussy lips, slowly, deeply. Pull, push, deep inside, pull, push, mind devouring the delicious sensation of his penis against my pussy, pull, push, stimulating me the whole way, ecstasy reverberating through me, pull, push, my body feeling like an erogenous zone. His hips sped up, the long thrusts coming faster, pounding me, lewd sounds emanating from his sides slapping my thighs, breath louder, faster, deeper, panting. His penis, pounding inside me, almost to my cervix, harder, faster, deep inside, over and over, tantalizing, thrilling, fulfilling.

He paused, causing my mind to reel, to revolt with pleasure halted. His legs moved outward, spreading, until his knees poked between the gap of my arched legs, balancing himself. Lying down on top of me, he wrapped his arms around my torso, hugging me to him, holding me tightly. With me in his arms, he sat up, pulling me up with him until his ass rested on his heels. I stayed there, embraced in his arms, on top of him, his penis still inside me, spearing me. He shifted his head down, finding my nipples with his mouth, arms still holding me against him. My hips started their own gyration.

I started moving my hips up and down, feeling his penis move in and out of my pussy, then sat on his lap completely, keeping him buried deep inside. I again started moving my hips, back and forth, first towards him, then away. Need building, I shifted my hips not only back and forth, but side to side, until my hips moved in small circles, his penis shifting around inside me, stimulating the front, back, sides, my entire pussy feeling the motions of his hot penis inside me. It felt wonderful, rubbing against the top, stimulating my clit, the bottom, pressing against my perineum, the sides, pressing my lips against my thighs, pushing my mind further, wanting more, feeling wonderful. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to climax again. My breath quickened, lust overwhelming me, my hips moving faster with want, need, desire. My hips, moving quickly, frantically, lost their rhythm in my passion, sometimes shifting only back and forth, moving up and down, shifting side to side. Other times I managed to maintain my small circles, frantically riding him. Penis almost popping olgun porno out, my motions lost all control, my senses driven wild. I was an animal, in heat, wanting nothing more than to ride him until I collapsed, until I was fulfilled. Sweat beaded our brows, my legs getting sore from pounding our bodies together almost to the point of breaking, when it finally hit me. I climaxed again, my pussy tightening down on his penis, squeezing him inside me, as I shook in his arms, mind empty of thought, consumed by the bliss running through my body, bliss that bordered torture.

Once finished, calming enough to regain my senses, he picked me up, laying me down beneath him. Penis still pushed in firmly, he kissed me, mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, my cheeks, neck, breasts. My upper body was showered in kisses while his hips remained motionless, letting his penis soak in the feel of my pussy, wrapped around it, embracing it. I basked in the feel of his lips all over my hot, sweaty flesh. Then, his hips started their movement.

Slowly thrust in, deeply, then back out, in, out, again, again. His movements gathered speed, until our bodies were making lewd sounds, yet again, flesh slapping against flesh, naughty, delicious, dirty sounds. Our stomachs slapped together, side against thigh: slap, slap, faster, the tempo picking up as his hips increased speed. His tongue went motionless in my mouth, his entire being focused on his hips, their movement and rhythm. Thrusts shortening, speeding up, they became quicker, more urgent, tension building inside him. Our breath came in ragged pulls, almost panting, as he sped up still more. Finally, he pushed in, quaking slightly, pulled out, then back in, and shuddered again. His body shook one last time, hips pushing his penis as deep inside as he could go, and he jerked slightly, hot cum filling my pussy.

He lay there, hips between my thighs, penis inside me, breath coming in long, ragged pulls. We held each other tight, locked in an embrace. I could feel his penis softening inside me, pulling back slowly, until it was too soft to remain. He kissed me and played with my nipples a little as he softened, until, at last, his penis slipped out, too soft to remain. A plunger pulled: with his manhood no longer inside, my pussy, lacking its plug. His cum leaked out of me, dripping down, to the bottom of my pussy, then lower, underneath, running down my perineum, down the crack of my ass.

Getting up, he went to the restroom to wash his saliva, cum and pussy juice covered penis off in the shower. As he came back, we passed, he pulling me against him, kissing me and smiling shyly. His cum continued dripping down my leg. I went to the shower, turned it on, and waited for it to warm up as I felt his sticky cum leaking out of my pussy, dripping down me, leaving its slimy trail down my inner thigh.

I took hold of the shower, removing it from its hanger. Shifting my arm around, I aimed the spray at my ass. My other hand snaked around my leg, running along the crack, then worked its way inside. I ran my fingers up and down my ass crack, across my anus, washing out the leaked cum, fingering my anus, just a little, pushing the surface, just a little.

Bringing the shower head around again, I spread my legs, placing the nozzle against the entrance to my pussy. Squatting a little, and with the help of my fingers, I opened the entrance, feeling the warm water rush inside, cleaning out the cum. Rushing water, inside my pussy, like a giant, warm, wet cum shot, working its way inside me, flushing me out, filling me up and trickling back out. It dripped off my pussy lips, down my legs.

Once my pussy was nice and clean, I ran water over the surface, washing the outer lips, then down my legs. Washing away the excess cum that had leaked down, the slimy trails it had made while oozing down my leg.

Once I was nice and clean, I toweled off, nice fluffy towel brushing against my pussy lips, my anus, my thighs, my legs, so soft and warm. Heading back to bed, I slipped back on my panties, one foot, then the other, pulling them up the length of my shaved, smooth, soft legs, to cover my pussy and ass with the thin, soft material. Nightie in hand, I lifted my arms, slipping them between the fabric and the straps, pulling it over by breasts, letting it fall about my waist, once again covering my breasts, while leaving them slightly exposed through the see-through material. I snuggled against him; arm across his chest, caressing his side, his face, occasionally kissing his cheek. At last, I noted his deep breaths of sleep. With that, I turned over, a smile on my face, and went to sleep myself, to dream my naughty dreams.

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A Surprise Massage Ch. 02

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Interracial

I just realized that I did not give my wife a name in part one! What a goof! If you have read my story about the hot tub you know that she is Judy, for the story, and I am Greg. My apologies for making this mistake, I’ll get this storytelling figured out sometime.

“I was thinking about that, and since there are a few preparations still to be made, how about if you take a nice relaxing bubble bath for just a few minutes?”

She smiled and looked at me then at Jeff and asked seductively, “Alone?”

Laughing I said, “Only for a little while. How about if we help you undress?”

Her face showed a mixture of excitement and fear and I could almost see her brain processing this. She looked at me, took a deep breath, and said, “Sure, that would be nice.”

I went to the bar and opened a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. “Will this help make you more comfortable?” I asked.

She took the glass, smiling, and said, “It sure won’t hurt!”

I offered Jeff a glass and we toasted this lovely lady.

I moved over to her and took the glass from her and set hers and mine down on the end table and kissed her softly. I motioned for Jeff to come over and when he did I told him to slowly start to lower the zipper down the back of her dress.

I went into the bathroom and started the water for the bath, making sure the temperature was just right. With the water running I went back to help undress my bride.

I came back into the room and Jeff was just getting the zipper to the bottom and he gently slid his hands inside along her shoulders, easing the dress outward and down her arms. I watched, her eyes were closed and her breathing was increasing.

I walked over and kissed her again and helped slide the sleeves off and the dress down her body until she stepped out of it. Laying it on a chair, Jeff and I both just stared at this beautiful lady standing before us in black lacy bra and panties, black thigh high stockings and her strappy high heels.

Her eyes danced as she felt our eyes roam over her and she could see the expressions on our faces. I could see her nipples straining at the lace of her bra and noticed that the front of her panties was beginning to dampen.

“Ok, Jeff, I’ll get her shoes and stockings off, you slowly help her with the bra and panties.”

I knelt down and unbuckled the shoes and carefully removed them, then, still kneeling I kissed her tummy and began to slide the thigh high down her left leg first. Slowly working the stocking down I soon lifted her foot and slid it off, tossing it onto the chair with the dress. I repeated the same slow procedure with the right stocking.

As I was doing this, Jeff had unhooked her bra, standing behind her, and had slid his fingers beneath the straps and slid them down her arms. She bent her arms and took them out of the straps and her bra fell free and onto the floor. Her breath caught again, as did mine as I realized that my wife’s breasts were exposed to another man.

Moving around in front of her, Jeff kneeled down and caressed her hips, never taking his eyes off of hers. His thumbs caught the lacy waist band and he began to slowly slide it down her shapely legs. Everyone’s breath was coming in short rapid gasps as her panties slid lower and lower.

I rushed into the bathroom and turned off the water flowing into the tub and returned to see that Jeff had the panties down below her knees and I stepped esmer porno over to hold her hand as she stepped out of them.

Judy was standing there naked now and said, “Boy, do I feel underdressed!”

We laughed and I told her that we too would be naked for her massage.

She looked at both of us, let her eyes roam down to our crotches where the bulges were more than evident and said, “Good, I like that idea!”

I took Judy into the bathroom after asking Jeff to get her a refill of wine and helped her into the bubble bath. She settled in and looked absolutely gorgeous. I lit some candles and turned off the overhead lighting. Jeff brought in the wine and I got some of the strawberries and brought them in as well.

I asked Jeff if he wouldn’t mind feeding a few of them to her while I got everything ready for her massage and he readily agreed to do that.

I went to the closet and got the massage table out and set it up in the center of the room making sure there was plenty of space all around it for Jeff and I to move. I plugged in some warmers and put the oil on them and placed a large soft towel on the table as well.

I could hear Jeff and Judy chatting and was glad that I had asked him to stay with her so she could get more comfortable with him. I yelled for Jeff to please come help me and when he got there I showed him the setup with the oils and also told him that we would start with a real massage and work the erotic massage in as we went.

We quickly stripped off our clothes and went into the bathroom to help Judy out of the tub.

When we walked into the bathroom, Judy’s eyes widened and her smile went from ear to ear!

“Woooohoooo!” she cried and giggled like a school girl.

We helped her out of the tub and over to the shower where we carefully rinsed the bubbles from her body. Jeff and I each took a towel and began to dry her off, making sure that all the water was gone.

Wrapping a towel around her, we walked out to the room where there were candles everywhere and soft music playing low. She looked around the room and said, “Wow! This is absolutely beautiful!”

We helped Judy get onto the massage table having her lay on her tummy. We left the towel draped over her buns and I motioned for Jeff to start at her head and I started at her feet. We covered our hands in the warm massage oil and Jeff began to rub and massage her neck and shoulders. I took a foot in my hand and began to massage the soles of her feet, knowing that she really liked a good foot massage.

We took our time, slowly working her body, kneading her muscles and working out any knots that we found. Jeff worked down her back and I worked up her legs. We removed the towel so that Jeff could do her lower back and I was ready to start her buns. As we oiled and massaged her we could hear little moans of pleasure and satisfaction come from her. I poured a little oil in the crack and slid my finger along its’ length from top to her anus. She opened her legs slightly allowing me to massage more.

I worked down further and Jeff was soon kneading her tight buns as I oiled and caressed her inner thighs. As I slid my hands along her thighs, and my fingers brushed her wet lips my cock stiffened more and more. I looked at Jeff and saw that touching Judy’s body like this had him rock solid.

We each moved to the side of the table as we massaged up and down her fantazi porno legs, buns, back and shoulders. She moaned with pleasure as we worked the stress out of her. When we did her arms and placed them back on the table, she let them hang over the edge and as we continued to massage her back and shoulders, she began to rub our legs in return. Her touch sent a charge of electricity through me and I think that same charge caught Jeff as well because he gasped a bit when she touched him.

I asked Judy, “Are you ready for the front yet or do you want more on your back?”

She lazily replied that this felt so good and thanked us again and again. Finally she said that she was ready for the front and began to turn over. We each helped her, making sure that she stayed in the center of the table and when she lay back, she looked at each of us with the most incredible smile, reached her hands out and squeezed our very hard cocks. We both gasped and she giggled,” Thank you so much, both of you.”

She let go of our cocks and we started the massage again. This time we stayed on the sides and both started at her feet.

We slowly and gently massaged her, keeping a good coat of oil on our hands and worked up her shapely legs. As we neared her hips, her breathing increased, her full breasts rising and falling rapidly and she opened her legs a little bit more.

We oiled up her abdomen covering her sides as well, slowly working higher getting closer to her beautiful breasts with her very hard nipples standing straight up.

As I took a breast in my hand the first time, I could feel her hard nipple in my palm as I gently squeezed and massaged the oil into her silky skin. Jeff had worked his way down her thigh and was now oiling just outside her dripping lips.

Judy began to squirm a bit and her moans were more frequent. I moved to the other breast to make sure it was oiled then kneaded both breasts at the same time, rolling and tweaking her nipples.

Jeff massaged up and across her trimmed mound, his fingers spreading between her folds to rub her clit still beneath the hood. Judy bucked when she felt the pressure on her clit, gasped and moaned “OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYY!”

I was massaging her tits more firmly now and Jeff had slipped his finger below the hood and was rolling it in circles with a firm pressure. Judy moaned and writhed on the bed and we could smell her arousal begin to fill the room. She asked me to oil her hands please and when I did she immediately reached for our cocks again and began to stroke both of us as we continued to massage her tits and clit.

Her breathing was rapid, almost in gasps as her body responded to the dual stimulation we were providing and stroking two hard cocks for the first time in her life like this only added to her arousal. I leaned down and kissed her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth where she immediately sucked it further and both tongues intertwined and moved together.

Jeff was rolling her clit and slipped two fingers inside her flooded tunnel and she gasped, lifted her head off the table, and groaned, “OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS!”

She squeezed my cock harder when Jeff’s fingers slid into her pussy and I rolled her nipples a bit harder as well. I leaned down and took one nipple in my mouth and sucked it deep and rolled it with my tongue, while still rolling the other nipple with my thumb and forefinger.

Judy porno filmler was bucking her hips against Jeff’s fingers and her body began to tremble as she got closer. I could tell that she was very close and sucked her other nipple eagerly, trying to bring her all the way.

I watched as Jeff worked his fingers in and out of her faster and faster and rubbed her clit faster as well. Judy was so close and suddenly her body tensed up and her moan grew and grew to an almost scream as her orgasm exploded deep inside her. She is usually not very vocal at all, so knew that this must be a really good one for her.

Her body jerked as the waves poured through her, and somehow she pumped our cocks faster and faster. She looked up at me and said, “Get in me now! I want you now!”

I lifted her off the table and placed her on the bed, climbing between her thighs and drove my cock all the way in with one thrust. Judy screamed again and her body shuddered with another powerful orgasm.

She motioned for Jeff to come closer and she took his cock in her hand again and began to stroke him and rub the precum that was flowing all over his thick head.

I began to pound in and out of her and, to my surprise, she pulled Jeff closer and began to lick at the head of his cock. He moaned as her tongue flicked across the head and his eyes closed and his hips bucked.

I watched Judy, fascinated, as she began to suck Jeff’s cock into her mouth and my cock swelled more as I continued to pump her incredibly tight tunnel. Jeff began to caress her heaving tits, rolling her nipples as she sucked more of him into her mouth. I had never seen anything like this and I felt no jealousy at all, only a deep satisfaction at seeing Judy so pleasured.

I continued to fuck my wife and I rubbed her clit at the same time. She moaned as she sucked Jeff’s thick shaft and soon Jeff announced that he was going to cum soon. She sucked harder and I pounded harder and rubbed her clit harder.

Jeff groaned and his body tensed and he held still and I knew that his big balls were unloading. Judy felt his body tense and sucked even harder and swallowed his first load.

Seeing this I plunged deep and my own balls erupted and I sent my first load into her soaked pussy, spraying deep inside her. She felt my hot cum in her pussy, Jeff’s cum slide down her throat and her body exploded and she squirted her cum down my shaft over my balls onto her ass and onto the bed.

We were all groaning, shouting and cumming at the same time. Judy swallowed two loads then removed Jeff’s cock from her mouth and stroked him, sending the next several loads onto her tits. I continued to buck deep into her sending load after load into her gripping and sucking pussy.

Collapsing on top of her, I kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth. I could taste remnants of Jeff’s cum on her lips and tongue and that just excited me more! I stayed buried in her still quivering pussy, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tighter.

The three of us lay on the bed and caught our breath. Jeff said that he really enjoyed this and thanked us for letting him be a part of it. He said he would never forget it. Judy pulled him down and kissed him and thanked him over and over for making her fantasy a reality.

Jeff got up and went into the bathroom to clean up before getting dressed, saying good bye and leaving.

Judy and I stayed on the bed, joined together, her incredible pussy gripping and squeezing my cock the entire time. We kissed and caressed each other as we basked in that “Pink Cloud” as Judy refers to the afterglow of some great sex.

She smiled up at me and asked, “So, what’s YOUR secret fantasy?”

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I’m on my knees waiting for you. You stride over, telling me you hope I’m ready because you have a lot planned for me today. I nod and tell you I’m ready Mistress. You order me on my hand and knees, walking around to my ass, and plant a hard swat with your crop. I wince and jerk away, but you tell me that I won’t be able to get away later, before landing a smack on the other cheek.

You pick a plug that’s nice and wide to stretch me out, taunting me that you want me open and loose for what’s coming. You force the end of the plug in just slightly and let go, ordering me to squeeze my ass around it. My ass flexes and you smile as you see my hole pull the toy in farther, hungrily taking it in. It struggles at the widest part, so you shove it in to the hilt, loving my cry of ecstasy and pain.

You make sure it’s snug before walking around to look me in the eye. You bring your face to mine and kiss me passionately. “Just wanted to enjoy your virgin mouth one last time before it’s so very violated,” you say to me with a wink. You love the nervous look in my eyes as you cover them with a blindfold. Making sure my cock is secure and the plug in deep, you order me to stand, laughing as I fight to keep the plug in. Grabbing my cock, you use it to lead me like a leash over to a low table.

You then tell me to get up on the table on my hands and knees, and at this point I think I have a pretty good idea of what’s about to happen. Once on the table, I feel you lock restraints tightly around my wrists and ankles, securing me to the edges. You order me to try and move or get away, smiling when you see I can’t. You lean close to my ear, asking in a teasing tone, “Are you ready to please me? Ready to take anything and everything I have for you and enjoy it?” I nod my head and tell you yes Mistress and thank you.

You tell me to open my mouth and you insert an open gag in. Once it’s tight, you ask me again if I’m ready and I nod my head. You enjoy the sight of me like this, bent over on all fours, mouth and ass exposed and ready. Silently, you open the door and bring a guest in with us, having told him not to make a sound or say anything. The guy walks around to where my head is, and brings his cock to my lips. You grab it and you slowly trace the head across my cheeks, nose, then down the tip of my nose to my lips! I eagerly stick my tongue out to touch the tip, thinking it’s yours. You smile at me not knowing the truth, and push my head forward, taking the head into my mouth and begin slowly sucking and swirling my tongue around it.

Maintaining your grip on my head, you push the cock all the way in, giggling as you watch my throat swell with a real cock for the first time. You begin taunting and toying with me, asking if I like the feel of your cock in my mouth. I nod and begin taking the cock down my throat without your guidance, sucking every inch down to please you. You tell me I’m a good boy and you knew I wanted to suck a cock before quietly walking around behind me.

I’m eagerly sucking the cock that is still in front of me, when I feel a sudden pull on the plug, and out it pops. I have no idea what’s going on, but once the plug is out, I feel the tip of a cock begin pushing into my ass, and as it begins to slide in, I ride back on it, feeling it stretch me and go deeper and deeper. I feel your nails dig into my hips and ass as you grab hold and push your cock into my tight ass.

I can hardly keep my focus on the cock in my mouth with this cock deep in my ass. I feel it push up against something, and then pull back. It pushes in again and I push back against it, and again it stops. Once more it pulls back, and then into me, and this time as I push back, I feel myself open up and with a bit of pain and lots of pleasure, I feel your stomach push up against my ass cheeks as you go all the way in. I’m in instant ecstasy at being in a position like this, filled and fucked from both ends, with your cock buried in my ass and what I think is a toy cock in my mouth.

You start off slow, grinding and rolling your hips against me, pulling the length of the cock out and sliding it back in to the base. Taking your time each way, making sure I feel every but intensely, loving watching my asshole stretch around each vein. I lose focus on the cock in my mouth because I’m so enjoying you fucking my ass, so you lean forward, still slowly thrusting in and out, and grab my hair.

You order me never to stop sucking the cock in my mouth and shove my head back and forth, laughing as I choke on the large cock down my throat. You finally let go and start fucking me harder in the ass, grabbing my hips for better control. As you pull back, you push me forward until the tip of your cock slips from my ass and just as my hole starts to close, you thrust forward and slam your cock back in hard with full force as you pull my ass back onto it. I moan behind the cock in my mouth as my body lunges forward from the force of it and I shake at the sensation.

“Yeah, you like it when I fill your ass with doktor porno cock and fuck you hard?” I nod my head and muffle a yes Mistress. You decide to keep doing just that, pulling your cock completely out of my ass and ramming it fully back in, but faster and faster. You’re getting so wet at my moans of pleasure as you pound my ass over and over, my butt rippling and trembling from the force of your fucking, and my mouth servicing a real cock I don’t know about.

The guy fucking my mouth silently lets you know he’s ready to cum. You thrust forward one more hard time, before slowly withdrawing your cock from in me. Moving in front of me, you order me to stop sucking the cock. I cease my head bobbing back and forth. You move the guy back and take his cock from my mouth, and tell me you’re replacing it with a bigger toy I must continue sucking until you say otherwise. I mumble a reply and you send the guy back around me.

Opening the door you setup the next round of your fun, starting by grabbing another guy with a bigger and thicker cock to my face, and jamming it in my mouth, repeating your orders once more. I immediately close my lips around the cock and start pleasing it as best I can. You smile and ask if I want you to keep fucking me, and after you see my agreement, you decide my ass needs fucked again, but instead of by you, you signal the first guy to fuck me. The sight of his glistening, big, hot cock entering my tight ass nearly makes you cum on the spot but you maintain the illusion it’s you fucking me.

You ask if I like it and want it harder and I say yes, the guy now in my ass starts pounding my ass harder and harder. You can’t help to shove your hand to your pussy and start playing with yourself as you enjoy seeing me on all fours, locked into place, a real cock in each hole, getting fucked from both ends. It doesn’t take much before you cum extremely hard, your legs soaked by your juices.

As you catch your breath, the guy fucking my mouth lets you know he needs to cum as does the guy in my ass. You whisper to them to wait until your signal, which will be removing my blindfold and revealing what is actually going on. You grab a mirror and crouch down next to my head, and lean close to my ear and whisper softly, with a slight tease in your voice, “You’re enjoying yourself aren’t you? Good because there’s so much more of exactly this in store for you today, I hope you can take it. Just know…I love watching you get fucked…”

At this you see the questioning look on my face as my mind tries to sort out what you mean and I realize you can’t be near my ear if you’re fucking me. Just as I start to squirm and struggle, soft cries escaping my lips you hold the mirror in front of my face and rip my blindfold off. You love the look on my face and nervousness in my eyes as I realize I’ve got a real cock buried in my mouth and can see the guy fucking my ass in the mirror. You signal to both of them and before I can react I feel the guy fucking me push forward and hold in tight.

Suddenly I feel his big cock swell in my ass before pumping a huge load of hot cum deep into my ass. I start trying to resist and fight, but you smack me hard and grab my head, holding it in place just as the other guy strokes his cock once more. I feel a sudden rush of hot fluid fill my mouth, so much of it that it starts to leak out the sides of my mouth, the rest sliding down my throat. Both guys pull out and step away. You look me over, loving the small amount of cum leaking from my ass, before picking up the cum on my face and wiping it on my tongue, laughing. You bring my eyes to yours and tell me it’s not over yet and I’ve no choice but to take it.

Stepping back to reveal the room I see several guys standing there, all naked and stroking big cocks and I realize that the two cocks I took are no where near the largest cocks there. You then tell me that your posting to find these guys only specified that they enjoy group activities, and be very well endowed. You then tell me that the only rules are that all orgasms that the guys have must be shot into my ass or down my throat, and that whatever cock I take, I must take a bigger one next, ensuring the last guys are the biggest. I see the guys beginning to lube themselves up, ready for me.

“Who’s next?” you ask. Two guys with cocks at least nine inches step forward. “Hmmmm…which to put where…,” you taunt. You select the guy with the thicker of the two to fuck my ass and the other in my mouth. He steps forward, effortlessly sliding his cock into my mouth as the gag keeps me open from resisting or closing my mouth. You giggle at the sight of my face clearly trying to fight, pleading with my eyes, as his huge cock fills my mouth. I don’t have time to think as you spread my ass open and guide the bigger cock straight into my ass, it sliding in easily through the lube and cum coating my ass.

You watch as my tight hole struggles to adjust to the assault as he starts fucking me fast. Just to further make ensest porno it hell, you reach under and start stroking my cock. You feel me swell immediately hard in your hand, my cock longing for your touch.

“I knew this would make you hard. What a little fucking cock slut, hard and ready to cum with a fat, thick cock in each hole. Cum for me, now,” you order, as you stroke my cock harder and harder. It’s only seconds before a big thick load explodes from my cock, landing on the table beneath me. It feels so fucking good to cum and I moan as it happens, the guy fucking my ass doing it as well since my ass tightened around his cock.

Just about this time, the cock in my mouth is pulled out, and I watch the owner give it a couple good pumps, and jets of cum shoot out and I feel it land in my mouth, slightly dripping off my tongue. As soon as he moves away and before I can process the cum in my mouth, a new cock is quickly fed into my throat in seconds. This one is even bigger and has some pre-cum glistening on it’s tip. I lick the salty precum away, and then quickly wrap my mouth around it.

As I do this, I feel the cock in my ass, which has been pumping in and out this whole time, pull out, and then I feel a stream, then a second, and finally a third jet of cum hit me right above my hole. My ass is so open and sensitive at this point I can feel the cum running from the top, down into my ass and deep inside me. It’s only a moment before my ass again filled with a new cock, and this one slides right in, and begins immediately fucking me so hard that I cry out in pain.

I’m sucking for all my worth on the cock that’s still in my mouth, but it doesn’t take long for that one to be pulled out, and again with just a couple pumps, it jams back into my mouth and shoots its load down my throat, every drop being swallowed from this and the last one.

Before I’m presented with the next cock to suck, I look over at you. You have stripped now, sitting in a chair and have your legs up and one dildo buried into your ass, while with another you are playing with your clit. You have your eyes almost closed, and it looks as though you are about to begin another big orgasm. Just then, you open your eyes and look at me. You see me watching you and give me a big smile and ask, “Having fun?”

All I can do is nod, and the next cock has been shoved into my mouth, and I begin sucking away, jerking back and forth as I’m hammered between two guys, desperate to make them cum with my hot, wet mouth, and my ass squeezing around the cock in it. Over the next 30-40 minutes, I suck and get fucked by what I think has to be every guy there. But then everything stops for a moment, and you, who look pretty happy with yourself, tell me to stop and order the guys to step away. Some guys have gotten cum on my face, covering my eyes. You gently wipe it away, but immediately feed it into my mouth, my tongue licking your fingers clean.

You remove the gag from my mouth slowly and ask, “Having fun my pet?” It takes a moment to stretch my jaw but I answer with a yes. You tell me to beg, tell you what I want. I mumble and you turn my head to yours, ordering me to repeat that.

“Please Mistress,” I beg, “please give me a cock to suck and to fuck my ass again.” You smile, thrilled.

“Do you want bigger or is that enough?” “Bigger, please Mistress,” I plead, knowing what you want to hear.

“Mmmm, and have you had enough cum?” you question.

“No Mistress, this slut wants more cum. I need it filling my ass and mouth Mistress.” You smile in an evil way before saying, “Well my slut, since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”

With that you stand up and call forward a guy I haven’t seen as you’ve kept him hidden. “I saved the best for last since you want to be such a whore.” He walks over and I see why, as he has a massive cock, nearly 12 inches, thick with veins and rigid in front of my face. You reach over close to my face and give me the choice, my ass or my mouth. Doubting I can take it in my ass, I open my mouth readily.

“No my slave, this one is just for your ass,” and with that he steps behind me. He walks up to my ass, which is as open as it’s ever been, and puts the tip of that monster at my hole, and begins to push. I can feel my ass stretching and stretching, and suddenly I feel him slide in. He only goes in a few inches then pulls all the way back out. Then he pushes back in and this time goes a little deeper. Everyone is watching this, almost in silence.

He keeps pulling all the way out, waits, then pushes back in, a bit deeper every time. After a few minutes, he’s gotten up to nearly ten inches in me, but I feel like he’s hitting something inside me. You tell me to relax, and as he pushes in, to push back. He pulls out again and then back in. I push as he goes in, and I feel like he almost goes in. Again he pulls out and plunges in, and I push back.

This goes on a couple more time, and then about the 6th time, suddenly I feel erotik porno myself open, and he slides in deeper than ever. He pulls out again, and this time as he gets to the point, I push even harder and he slides all the way in. I feel like I’ve got a telephone pole up inside me, but it also feels so filling I can’t believe it. He then pulls all the way out, then plunges all the way in, and my cock immediately spurts out more cum into the table. “Fuck him…hard,” you say and the cock slowly starts going in and out of my ass faster and harder.

He starts fucking me intensely, driving his cock into me with impunity and mercilessly thrusting so hard my body quivers. Your pussy starts to drip wet again at the sight of my hole struggling to accommodate the giant cock immensely pummeling me. You decide you can’t just sit and watch so you put your cock back on, walk to my front, and shove it in my mouth. You don’t want me to suck it, just bury it deep in my throat as you grind against my face, your clit being teased and you enjoying a perfect view of my ass being plowed.

He keeps pounding me harder and rougher, you muddling my mixed moans of pleasure and pain with your cock, my whole body shaking with each thrust. You can feel yourself freely cumming over and over, so satisfied at my taking your orders and servicing numerous cocks. You lay over top of me, slipping a finger in my ass on either side of his cock and tell him to pull out. He does and you marvel at how gaping my ass is now, able to fit your fist in with little effort.

“God you’re so loose, I love it! I want to see your butt suffer and stretch for me.” At that you tell him to slide his cock fully back in but immediately withdraw. You giggle as my poor hole stretches wide to take it and then barely tightens up before it’s opened again. You tell him to resume fucking me, removing your fingers but staying put to watch me get fucked.

My ass is so tight around his cock that it takes no time for him to be ready to cum. You order him to stop and pull your cock from my mouth. You move the mirror covered with my cum away and tell me to roll over on my back. I twist myself into position and you have the cock put back into my ass.

My cock, which has been totally ignored through all this is standing at its most rigid attention at this point. Seeing this, you then walk over and kneel on the table beside me, throwing your leg over, and you slide onto my cock. You begin riding my cock to the same rhythm as the monster fucking me, and without warning, someone straddles my head and a cock is pushed into my mouth from above.

I just ride the waves of pleasure as I’m used in both ends and have you riding me. You tell all the guys they’re free to do as they please with me and several guys circle around me. “Yes, cum all over my little slut. He’s going to have to lick up every drop!” you tell. The cock in my mouth is pulled out, and its cum hits me on the chin and neck. Soon after, another guy cums, hitting me on the chest. At this point, you begin cumming as the sensation of riding my cock, knowing my ass is being fucked at the same time, and seeing guys use me and cover me in cum is too much for you.

You lean down on me, smearing cum all over yourself, and lock your mouth onto mine. I taste your tongue, and the taste of cum, and then I begin cumming harder than I ever remember. It feels like I’m going to completely drain myself deep into your pussy. As I begin to think again, I realize I’m still being pounded in the ass by that monster cock. I’m not sure what to think, but suddenly it stops deep in me and slowly withdraws. I see you present your ass to him and as he furiously strokes his cock, he begins blowing rope after rope of cum out of his cock and onto your ass, there being so much it dribbles down your ass, coating my balls and ass as well.

When he finally stops, I just lay there with you on top of me, and my cock still buried in you, wondering what will come next. Just about then, you slide off my cock, and immediately put your ass to my face. You barely order me as I start cleaning you with my tongue, licking up every drop of cum from your gorgeous ass.

Once you’re clean, you stand and marvel at what you’ve done to me, with my ass gaping and draining cum, my body coated as more guys came all over me while you were fucking me. You have one surprise left yet for me you say, as you remove my restraints and put on your cock, ordering me to the bed, telling me it’s finally your turn to fuck me.

You grab the mirror covered in my cum and tell me it’s going to be the only lube on your cock as it fucks my ass. You tease me with it, dragging it through slow, rubbing my cum and smearing it all over every inch. As a last insult you ask if it’s enough, but stop me from answering and telling me that it’s going in anyways. You order me on the bed and position yourself under me, pulling my ass down onto your cock. It slips in with no effort at all, causing you to wonder.

You reach around and immediately feel how empty my ass is even with your cock. I ask, practically whimpering and pleading, if that means I’m done, but you grab my chin harshly and lock eyes, telling me, “No you little fucking bitch, that just means we have to put another big…fat…thick cock, into your ass with mine.”

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Dwayne knew he had five days vacation time to use up by the end of the year or he would lose them. It’d been too many years since he took one, and since the past few months had been hectic he decided to take some time off. It was the weekend before Thanksgiving, and after a long day on the road, Dwayne pulled up to Deana’s house. You see they were once lovers, at a time when a future together was not in the cards. However, over the years they’d become friends once more, and he became involved in one hell of a threesome. In his mind, the best way to spend that holiday was in bed with his two best friends, Deana and John.

Deana stepped into the shower to prepare for one of the hottest holidays in her life, a threesome with her husband John, and her past lover, Dwayne. However, it did not calm her down one iota, so she got out, dried off. She decided to dress casually, apply some alluring make-up, and put perfume in all the right places. She then walked into the living room to sit in her favorite chair and wait for his arrival.

She tried to stay calm, cool, and collected. However, as she remembered how hot Dwayne was in bed, her drenched pussy and hard nipples told her there was no way she’d relax. She wasn’t worried about her husband John either, because he loved to see another man nail her.

As for John, he sat on the sofa watching his wife. Since they’d already met Dwayne for a threesome, all she could do was talk about what they’d do when they met again. His cock began to swell as he pondered what he’d watch her do first. Would she strip and seduce him right there in the living room, or would she lead him, or both of them, gizli porno to the bedroom for a hot night of fucking, sucking, and playing? A knocking at the door interrupted his thoughts.

Deana opened the door, standing there dressed in pants, and a tight t-shirt that barely contained her large breasts. Her nipples were sticking out like bullets and all Dwayne could think about was ‘damn girl you look hot!’

Dwayne pulled her into his arms. “Hello you green-eyed sexy angel, how’s my baby?”

After a long passionate kiss, she replied, “Just fine. How was your trip?”

“It was too damn long and boring as hell.”

He walked over to John, shook his hand and said, “Hello man, ready for some more fun?”

John smirked, “I’ve been ready all day!”

After closing the door, Dwayne walked over, sat in the recliner, and Deana joined him sitting on his lap. She began kissing him and sucking on his tongue. Her hot action and warmth of her pussy gave him a hard-on. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw John run his finger down his tented pants.

The air was so thick with the scent of sex; one could cut it with a knife. Before he could say a word, she spoke up.

“Okay boys, enough greetings, how’s about we go to the bedroom and get more comfortable. I’m ready for my holiday stuffing.”

Dwayne damn near passed out. Man oh man, this woman needed to be ridden hard and put away wet.

She led them both to the bedroom and once there told them to sit on the bed while she went into the bathroom to freshen up.

When she came out she was naked, gave them each a seductive grin götten porno and purred, “Ok guys, let’s get those cloths off!”

While they stripped, she wandered over, climbed onto the bed, and spread her legs wide. Her red-haired pussy was glistening with wetness, swollen with arousal.

She slid over to the right side of the bed, reached out and grabbed Dwayne’s cock then licked her lips and said, “Yummy.”

Dwayne got on his knees on the bed, with his cock inches from her lips, and ran the tip across her lips. “I know you want it baby, suck my cock love.”

As Deana engulfed his rod, John climbed up beside her and began toying with her nipples.

Deana swirled her tongue over the head of Dwayne’s cock, savoring its precum. As two of his fingers slid deep inside her pulsating hole, her head was bobbing up and down.

He felt his balls tense up, and he was about to blow his load. “Whoa, slow down baby, I want to fuck your hot cunt before I cum!”

John chirped up and said, “Go for it man, fuck her deep and hard!”

Dwayne moved between her legs and started licking his way up her legs. Before long his tongue was lapping at her swollen lips, as it probed for her sensitive clit.

He flicked the swollen bud making her moan and rocked back and forth against his face. It was not long until she began to shake uncontrollably.

She screamed, “Enough, I need a cock inside of me now!”

Dwayne grasped his cock and prepared to enter her, then looked at John and asked. “Why don’t you fuck her mouth as I do her hot-box? I call it stuffing both ends?”

John, moved grup porno around, and slid his cock into her mouth in one deep thrust, as Dwayne shoved his cock into her, sliding in and out, deeper with each stroke, until he bottomed out.

As both men fucked each end that did it, Deana moaned, squirmed, and climaxed like a freight train out of control. All the hot action triggered Dwayne to shoot his load deep inside her, followed by John.

They stayed there locked together for a moment then lay down on the bed, to rest awhile.

Dwayne’s cock was dripping with cum and she turned to him and said, “My turn.”

With her ass toward John, she proceeded to lick Dwayne’s cock clean, giving him an oral workout he would never forget.

After that she turned to John, reached down and said, “Hum hard again, what shall I do?”

With a devilish smile John replied, “Suck me off baby, I’m sure Dwayne loves to watch a woman give a blowjob.”

“You bet yah, and Deana sure knows how to give one hell of one I assure you!”

She started running her tongue up and down his shaft while increasing the pressure until she had swallowed all of John’s cock. Dwayne watched intensely but couldn’t help but slide his fingers inside her pussy, and finger-fucking her as she deep-throated her husband.

It wasn’t long until she began to climax once more. She must have sensed John was about to cum too, because she clamped down, swallowed eagerly, and then licked him clean.

The three of them lay on the bed with Deana sandwiched in the middle. She was holding both cocks, slowly stroking them, with one man sucking her nipples while the other tantalized her pussy.

The three of them fucked well into the night and Deana climaxed so many times she lost count.

Right before falling sleep, she turned to her husband, giggled, and said, “I feel more stuffed than a Thanksgiving turkey.”

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I remember this one day in college, it was July, in the middle of summer classes. I was a poor student, hated studying, hated waking up early, just really wanted to lay around all day playing video games and smoking grade a medicinal weed. I was only going to alleviate my parents bitching about how I need to grow up by going to school. It was my favorite time of year, and in my opinion I was wasting it going to school. The hot weather made me want to do nothing but smoke a bowl and jack off, so I did as soon as my house was empty each morning.

It was like clock-work, by 8:45, my mom had just closed the front door. I threw on shorts, quickly smoked a couple of bowls on the deck, and returned to my bed. I started massaging my cock through my moist boxer briefs. My foreskin was moist and I was half hard, pre-cum smeared my palm. Sometimes I feel I don’t produce enough pre-cum as other guys, it takes me a little while to get a little bead of it, but I cherish what I can get. I bring my palm to my face and lick it clean. It tastes so good, and I know it’s a tease of what’s to come.

Tugging on my balls, I could feel cum churning inside. I slowly play with my foreskin, pulling it back büyük meme porno halfway and enjoying the sensation along with the scent. I had just gotten off prior to falling asleep, and last nights cum was still keeping my dickhead moist. Fully pulling all the skin back, I could really get a whiff of that beautiful mix of piss, pre-cum, and cum. The cool air felt good on my cockhead.

After pushing my limits and keeping my cum flood gates closed when they want to open so badly, I continue to tease myself by slowly, but tightly tugging on the sensitive bulging head of my dick. Closing my eyes and taking in the sensation, I know the time is near, my prostate convulses and the clear fluid on the tip of my dick quickly turns white and cum pours all over my pubes and abdomen. I tug on my balls as they empty themselves, and the sensation is amazing. I stroke my dick a few more times to get all the cum out, and then bring my cum covered hand to my face and selfishly lick all the cum off and proudly swallow my bitter sticky cum.

Completely tired and satisfied with the taste of cum in my mouth, I turn my head to the clock, it reads, 10:15.

“Fuck”.

Class çinli porno starts in 15 minutes, and campus happened to be 20 minutes away. I’ve already missed four classes, one more and my grade goes to a D. Half in a daze of recovering from a good nut, I got up, went to the bathroom, pissed, and was on my way. Driving to class I was licking my hands of cum. It was 89 degrees, the AC sucked, and I was free-balling with a pair of mesh shorts. By the time I had to walk the extra distance for parking, I was late to class by ten or fifteen minutes. The walk was brutal and hot, I could feel the moisture building up between my piss slit and foreskin. My lower back and ass were wet. I got in class, and every seat was taken but one, I was lucky. There was one, halfway back, behind this quiet kid who I never spoke to. I was still high and just wanted to sit, I started to zone out in class, he turned around and said

“You smell that?”

I said, “No.”

He turned to the girl next to him, asked her, she said,

“My sinuses are stuffed, I can’t smell anything.”

He looked around looking for where the smell is coming from.

“I değişik porno can’t describe it, it’s weird, almost like “B.O., but definitely different”.

My cock jumped.

“I don’t know dude, I don’t smell anything”

I sat there grinning the rest of class knowing this “straight guy” with a sour look on his face was inhaling the scent of my cum and piss marinating underneath my wet foreskin in the July heat. Each summer I forget how easy cheese making is. All it takes is a couple of days of marinating a delicate blend of pre-cum, piss, cum, and humidity to create such a delicacy. The walk from the parking ensured the cheese “cure” for a stronger smell and taste. There was no protecting him from that smell, he was lucky the windows were open that day. I was lying when I said I didn’t smell anything. I started faintly being able to smell myself and I wanted more. I discretely sneaked my hand into my shorts, probed the wet depths of my foreskin with my finger, mining for gold. I felt the soft creamy texture coating my nail. I pulled it out and up to my nose. I breathed in slowly, taking in the acidity of my freshly made Rican “queso blanco”. I greedily smear the fresh salty cheese on my tongue while pretending to grab something on the floor. He turned around once more,

“You still don’t smell that, it’s getting stronger!”

I shook my head.

Everyone around was starting to look at him like he’s crazy, he knew he could smell something, and I knew too.

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