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James opened the door into the house he shared with his fiancée Anne and was surprised not to see her right there in the kitchen or in the living room. He called out and received no answer. He stepped inside and saw the note waiting for him on the coffee table. “In the shower,” it read, with a small arrow pointing up the stairs.

He had received many notes like this before. Smiling, he loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes, halfway hard as he made his way to the stairs. He could hear the shower running now and he quickened his pace. He was almost to the top of the stairs when he heard someone giggle. It was unlike Anne’s laugh and he paused for a moment before taking the stairs two at a time. When he reached the door, he sucked in breath to compose himself and then he opened the door without knocking. Behind the shower curtain he could see three curvy figures and his cock strained against his pants. “Baby?” He called.

Anne pulled the shower curtain back, grinning at him. She was standing there naked and soapy, between two other women. The one behind Anne had flaming red hair with a neat, matching red bush. Her chest was the largest James had ever seen, even larger than Anne’s. She was moaning in a soft sweet voice rubbing her huge tits against Anne’s back. She was near Anne’s average height, with creamy white skin and plump hips and thighs. She smiled at James as she touched his fiancée, her bright green eyes sparkling.

The woman in front was a bit taller than Anne; she had a rack comparable to hers, with tiny pink nipples. She too had pearly white skin and an incredible ass that Anne couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of. It jiggled under Anne’s hands and the girl was fingering herself, biting her lip as she watched James, her bright blue eyes flashing invitingly.

“James,” Anne said, pointing over her shoulder to the redhead. “This is Emily.” Emily waved with her fingers, biting her lip and Anne put her hands on the raven haired girl’s hips before spanking her round ass , “This is Brooke.”

“Hey there,” Brooke purred. She ran her hands along her body, licking her full lips.

Rock hard, James began undoing his shirt as he watched the three girls giggling and soaping each other up. “He is so hot,” Emily whispered to Brooke.

“I hope he leaves that tie on,” Brooke whispered back, arching her eyebrow as she watched him undress. The raven-haired girl couldn’t keep her eyes off him; she eyed the James’ crotch hungrily. She was clearly the sluttiest of the three girls in the shower. James couldn’t wait to give her the fuck she was so desperate for.

Anne grinned at him. “Let’s give my boyfriend a show, girls,” She said before turning to kiss Emily slow and hard, slipping her tongue into the redhead’s mouth. James found it hard to tear his eyes from Brooke’s pussy, where her fingers were working furiously. He heard Anne moan and he broke his electric eye contact with Brooke to watch as Anne and Emily’s tongues touched, teasing each other. Their large breasts were mashed together; James could imagine their hard nipples brushing and he couldn’t help but to rub his cock through his pants.

Brooke grabbed Anne, gripping her chin as they kissed. The girls’ pussies rubbed against each other, their moans echoing through the steam. Brooke kissed down along Anne’s neck and breasts, pulling her body close. “Doesn’t Emily look lonely?” Anne asked James sweetly over her shoulder.

Emily slid her hand slowly up her thighs to the thatch of red hair at her crotch, beckoning to him with her other hand. James stepped toward the running shower, not caring if his clothes got wet. When he reached the curvy redhead she grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, she tasted like cinnamon and James’ cock grew harder. Emily deftly undid his pants and pushed them down, making sure to thoroughly feel up his hard cock. His boxers followed soon after.

When he was fully undressed, it was Brooke that pulled him into the shower. James wondered for a moment if Anne had this exact moment in mind when she insisted on buying the house with the extra-large shower.

Brooke slid her hands along his thighs and up to his cock, kissing bursa eskort and giggling into his neck as Anne and Emily made out behind him. James pressed Brooke against the cold tile, his hands on either side of her against the wall, enjoying the way she squealed at the coolness. He thrust his cock between her legs, teasing it against her wet pussy. She clawed at his back, squirming against him, clearly desperate for it. “Do you want my cock?” James growled into her ear. She whimpered and nodded, clutching onto him.

James plunged his cock deep into her tight pussy, grunting into her neck and holding onto her big round ass for support. She kissed him deep and hard, gripping his hair as he fucked her hard and fast, her moans echoing in the steam. He moved harder and faster into her, she gasped with each thrust as her ass hit the tile, making a delicious smacking sound. She moaned for him, panting his name and wrapping her legs around his. He lifted her by her ass, digging his nails into it and making her scream. He slammed her back into the tile over and over and over as he fucked her as hard as he could.

He slipped his hand between them, rubbing her clit as he pounded into her cunt. She scratched her nails down his back, biting as his neck which only made him go harder. As he rubbed her clit with one hand, he reached out to toy with Emily’s nipple with the other. Brooke was leaning against the wall, rocking up and down on his cock and hand, using him to get herself off.

James licked her lips as she worked his cock, grunting with her. Brooke buried her face in his neck, digging her nails into him as they fucked harder and faster. James grabbed her hips, forcing her back against the wall. He pumped in and out of her hard and fast, working her clit all the time. Minutes later, could feel her coming all over his thick hard cock.

He gently let her down, kissing her slow and harder, biting at her lip. “Good girl,” He whispered gently and she shuddered against him. As he kissed her he felt someone get between their legs, running her hands up and down his thighs as she licked slowly up his cock.

James looked down to find Anne on her knees in the shower, taking his cock as deep as she could after he had just fucked a woman he just met. He gripped Anne’s wet head, pushing her onto his cock as Brooke pulled him back for another kiss. She kissed like a porn star, all tongue and heavy panting, pressing her full breasts against his chest. James could tell Brooke wanted another round but he knew he needed to spread the love. With one hand, James held his fiancée’s head, fucking her face, with the other he pinched and twisted Brooke’s nipples, making her moan into his mouth like a slut, pressing tighter against him, desperate for more cock.

He felt himself getting close and pulled Anne to her feet, pushing Brooke aside to kiss his girl slow and hard. He could taste himself on her; he pressed his cock against her inner thigh, kissing her deeply. Stepping out of the shower, he decided he would save the best for last and instead held out his hand for the redhead, Emily. James had always had a thing for redheads and he was excited that Anne had picked one out for him, especially such a hot one. Small-waisted, but curvy. She stepped out after him and James slipped his arm around her small waist and led her into the bedroom.

Anne had turned down the sheets invitingly and had some candles lit. Emily reached the bed and turned to him. She slipped her arms around his neck, leaning up on tip toe to kiss him. James lost himself in her cinnamon scent and taste. She pressed her tight little body against his and he could feel her wetness on his cock. He suddenly wanted to taste other parts of her.

Slowly, he walked her backwards towards the bed, his cock twitching as he heard Anne and Brooke giggling and spanking each other as they explored each other’s bodies on the small couch in their bedroom. Once again James wondered if Anne had placed it there for a purpose…

He gently pushed Emily onto the bed, she fell back, her delicious looking tits bouncing. James decided he would start there. He slid between her legs, her body immediately arching up into his. He dipped his bursa escort bayan head and lapped at one nipple, loving the way she moaned for him and gripped the sheets. Her legs came up around him and he pressed his hips into hers, grinding rhythmically against her. He gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he latched onto her other nipple with his lips.

He spent many happy moments there, enjoying her round breasts and hard pink nipples, listening to Anne’s heavy breathing as she and Brooke fingered each other. Occasionally, mouth still on Emily’s tits he looked over to watch Anne and Brooke touching tongues, holding each other close, gripping thighs and tits.

James slowly worked his way down Emily’s perfect body, kissing between her breasts and down to her tummy. He kissed along her hip bones, breathing her in as he got between her legs. He slipped his hands under her thighs and she responded by putting her legs up on his shoulders. He glanced over at Anne who was having her nipples sucked hard, pushing her fingers through Brooke’s hair. He refocused his attention on Emily, lapping slowly and softly at her slit.

James slipped his tongue inside her, gripping her ass to bury his face in her hot wet pussy. She gasped and moaned, gripping his hair. He sucked on her pussy lips, rubbing her ass as she pushed her fingers into his hair, grinding her pussy into his face.

He slowly got to his knees, lifting her bottom half as he went as she leaned up on her elbows. He wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her, kissing and licking the most delicious pussy he had ever tasted. He ate her out with more enthusiasm than he had ever had for Anne’s pussy. His cock was rock hard from her taste and her smell. Emily was screaming and moaning his name, he could feel Brooke and Anne watching him work.

He thrust his tongue deep inside Emily as she came all over his face. He lapped up her juices and regretfully and gently laid her back down. Emily sat up, reaching for him. “I’m not done,” she moaned. He fell on her and she kissed him deeply. The mix of cinnamon and her pussy was nearly intoxicating. He pressed his body against hers, pushing her down onto the bed he shared with Anne and she opened her legs wide for him, biting her lip with an innocent look on her face. He slipped into her cunt deep and hard and began to fuck her with a slow burn, rocking his hips into her, making her moan and writhe with each thrust.

She held him close, thrusting up into him, matching his rhythm. He fucked her slow, pushing deep into her, losing himself in her tightness. She was nearly tighter than Anne. She dragged her nails down his back, making him shudder. He leaned into her perfect body, holding her hips and kissing at her neck as he fucked her.

He was dimly aware of the fun Anne was having, flicking her tongue into Brooke’s nipples and gripping her as Brooke fingered Anne’s g-spot, and he was glad of it. But for the moment there was only the delicious redhead Anne had picked just for him.

Emily ran her hands though his thick dark hair and down his back to his ass, gripping it and pulling him into her, keeping bright green eyes, full of lust, on his. “Harder,” She whispered, no longer innocent. She clenched her hot pussy tantalizingly around his thick hard cock.

James couldn’t hold it any longer. He was about to pull out, perhaps to come on her white tummy or perfect tits, but Emily only gripped his waist harder with her legs. She smiled devilishly up at him and teased her tongue against his lips. “I want you to come on my face,” She moaned. “Please,” She whimpered, pressing her body up into his.

James pulled out, and got over her face. Emily grabbed his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other, stroking him hard and fast as she tickled and massaged his balls. James could feel his orgasm coming and Emily smiled up at him before opening her mouth and closing her eyes, her hands never stilling. James grunted and shot his load all over her pretty, innocent face.

The bed rocked as Brooke and Anne joined them. Emily cuddled up next to Brooke and the two girls stroked each other, kissing softly. Brooke görükle escort got on top of Emily, kissing and licking all over her face, tasting James’ come. His cock responded and he groaned in pleasure. The two girls continued to make out, teasing each other when James felt warm breath on his neck.

“You forgot about me,” Anne whispered, running her hand through his chest hair. She kissed along his neck, licking up it and nibbling on his earlobe. He bit his lip, his cock stiffening as she worked on his neck and Emily kissed her way up Brooke’s thighs.

Suddenly, Anne was on his lap. James could feel her soaking wet pussy. Anne leaned forward, her hard nipples pressed against his chest and she licked his lips playfully. “Girls are fun,” she whispered. “But now I need cock.” Always one to please, his cock snapped to attention, making Anne moan and giggle. She started grinding her hips in figure eights, using her juices to lube him up. “That’s what I like. You just lay right there baby.” She laid her hands on his chest as she moved. “Let me do all the work.”

James ran his hands up the backs of her thighs to her ass, holding her steady on him as she teased his cock, easing her pussy onto it slowly. He moaned for her, rubbing her thick ass. Anne leaned down to kiss him softly, blocking his view of Emily and Brooke, as she took all of him. Slowly, she sat back up, grinding her hips. He lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper and let out a long, low moan.

Anne smiled at Brooke who had her fingers deep in Emily’s red hair as Emily ate her out. “Show my baby some love while I ride him,” Anne suggested to the black haired girl. Brooke bit her lip and grinned, leaning over to kiss James. She gasped and moaned into his mouth as she was pleasured by Emily. She ran her long tongue along the roof of his mouth, making him shiver as Anne rocked her hips back and forth, taking him at a steady, slow pace.

When she reached her orgasm, Brooke screamed into James’ mouth, gripping his hair. She came up for breath and Emily was on her, kissing her deeply, making Brooke taste her own juices. James groaned, digging his fingers into Anne’s ass at the sight. Anne only smiled, giving him a few deep hard thrusts. Emily pulled away and was suddenly on James’ other side, biting at his neck.

James tried to hold off, he wanted to make it good for Anne but he was going into sensory overload. Anne was fucking him good and hard now, making her full tits bounce. He was transfixed by the sight. Brooke and Emily were fighting for his attention, grabbing his face, kissing him, biting at his lips. Emily pushed Brooke off of him and kissed him thoroughly, running her tongue along his, pressing her hard nipples against his.

James kept his eyes open. He didn’t want to miss a thing. Brooke got onto her knees, kneeling before Anne and fastened her lips around one of Anne’s nipples. James’ cock twitched inside his fiancée, he was ready to blow his load but tried to keep it at bay for Anne’s sake. Emily licked along his neck, biting it, sucking it. “I wish I had gotten a chance to suck your cock,” She moaned. James groaned and pulled Anne onto his cock harder.

Anne was screaming now as Brooke flicked her tongue fast, back and forth against her nipple. Anne rode him harder and faster. “Come on, James. Give me your come. I want you to shoot it deep inside me,” She moaned, gripping Brooke’s dark hair.

“Are you sure?” He gasped. Emily was still licking his neck, whispering what a good fuck he was.

Anne bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, baby. We’re all for you.”

Brooke was on his other side now, kissing and biting his neck. Emily leaned back, pinching and rubbing her big, pink nipples as she moaned his name. Anne was fucking him hard and fast, her tits bouncing in his face. “Please,” Anne moaned. It was almost a whimper and James could tell she was close too. “Please, please, come in me,” She begged.

James thrust his hips hard up into her, holding her down tight onto his cock as they came together. He grunted as hot thick ropes of his come shot deep inside her. Anne screamed his name, scratching down his chest. She slumped forward onto him, kissing him deeply, breathing hard through her nose.

After a moment, Anne settled onto his chest, sighing with contentment. Brooke leaned her head on his shoulder and he put his hand lazily on Emily’s thigh, the other stroking up and down Anne’s back. Grinning to himself, he hoped they would all get together again soon.

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Cul-De-Sac Ch. 01

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Ben sat outside his bosses office knowing exactly what he was about to hear. He watched all week as people packed up boxes from their desks and wondered when it would be his turn. As the days went by and rumors of the company being bought spread around the office by the few remaining people left to spread them, he wondered if somehow he would be able to hold onto this position. Maybe senior staff were being held onto to transition the company. But when he came back from lunch today with the message at his desk to stop in and see the boss, he knew.

“You can go on in Mr. Johnson.”

‘Fired before the fucking secretary,’ he thought to himself. He walked in the room and was greeted by the sight of his usually grandiose boss, sulking behind his desk lost in thought. He cleared his throat to get his attention.

“Oh Ben. I’ll admit I was on another planet there. Trying to think about what the fuck I’m supposed to do with myself once I walk out of here today.”

He had to admit it was hard seeing his boss down on his luck. “I take it you’re getting the axe too?”

“So you know why I called you in here then?”

“I figured when I came back from lunch and I was pretty much alone in here that it was gonna be my last day. Besides a company folds and rumors spread like wildfire. So, I should probably head on out then. Anything I should know?”

“The usual. You’ll get your vacation time paid out plus severance based on time served. Hold you over until you find something else. They offered me a gig up the corporate ladder but moving the family away is gonna be a hard sell. Anyway when I lock up the doors it’ll be the end of the company as we know it. And I’ll tell you the same thing I told everyone else. Take whatever you want as long as it doesn’t have a power cord and isn’t bolted to the ground.”

Ben stood up, shook his hand and wished him best of luck. And he meant it too. For all the late nights, weekend shifts, and shitty corporate power moves, his boss had always been a man of respect. He hoped that would land on his feet.

But walking out to his car those thoughts were immediately replaced with a panic. He didn’t know what he was gonna tell his wife. His kids were reliant on his income. His wife, wonderful as she was, didn’t pull in much designing furniture for the locals and her website didn’t add much traffic to her business. His daughter had enjoyed living off their generosity since failing out of college and his son was deciding between colleges. And if he had been in a clearer state of mind when he walked in the door he might’ve realized his anxiety was the reason for his anger.

“Natalie goddammit did you just sit around the house all day again? You have to contribute to this family! You’re too damn smart to be this lazy!”

“What the hell Dad? You leave work early just to come and give me shit? Where is this even coming from? You know what, fuck it. I’ll see you later.”

Natalie stormed off through the door he just walked in and slammed the door behind her. Ben rubbed his temples wondering what he was thinking. Natalie was a young beautiful woman, tall and thin like her mother but smart like him. All he could ever think about was how she was wasting her life. But tough love had yet to do anything and taking his situation out on her was childish.

He took his shoes off at the door and walked up the stairs to his room. When he opened the door he heard the shower running. He took his clothes off and walked into the bathroom. Through the glass he could see the shape of his wife taking a shower. The sight still made him flutter. He met Deb when he was in college and they immediately hit it off. She was 5’10” but he liked tall girls because he stood at 6’3”. ‘A perfect match when I’m in heels,’ she would say. Her body was tight when he met her, flat stomach, perfect B’s, and to this day she has hadn’t lost a step. He watched her in the shower for a second before her sweet voice rang out through the steam of the room.

“You just gonna stand out there or are you gonna come in?”

He opened the sliding door and stepped in and she grabbed him.

“I heard your little tirade down there. Everything okay?”

“Long week. You wanna hear about it?”

“Not until we take care of this situation.” She ran her hands down his body and grabbed a hold of his growing member. He remembered his dad making a joke about size being a Johnson family tradition and wondered if he actually knew about his ‘above-average’ size but as his wife squeezed his length he let the thought slip from his mind.

She squeezed him and he leaned in and kissed her hard. He ran his hands down her body and stopped at her tits, giving each nipple a squeeze and hearing her moan each time before sliding down and grabbing her ass. He slid his hand around the front of her body and pushed his fingers into her waiting pussy.

“You were ready to go already huh?”

“I’ll admit I don’t usually take an afternoon shower to clean up. But since you came home you can take over for the shower head.” He pushed her back against the shower wall and slid his cock into her. Normally he was a fan of a slow build up bursa escort but he still had a little anger in him from blowing up earlier and so he sped up right away. She matched his moans as he pounded into her.

He let himself take over and went as hard as he could. She started screaming into his ear and continued screaming as he clinched up and shot his load into her. She felt herself closing in on her orgasm and with him still inside her she powerfully started rubbing her clit and grabbed his arm as she came.

“I guess you’ll actually need to clean off this time.”

—

As Ben and Deb got dressed he told her about what had happened. He told her about the job, his worries about their financial situation, his frustration about feeling lost. The whole time Deb never let it get to her though. She knew Ben had a way of making things work. It was what she liked best about him. He would complain and vent and maybe even yell, but before things got really bad he would have a plan.

“Look, we have money saved up. You’ll still be getting a check from the company. Natalie doesn’t cost more than some carrot sticks and an unlimited texting plan. And Mike is getting a full ride somewhere. Hopefully he’ll choose state and if he doesn’t then we still have nine months to figure out how we’ll help him wherever he goes.”

“I guess I should’ve just talked to you right away instead of freaking out on Natalie.”

“She’s a big girl. And she probably needs a boot in the butt every now and then.” Deb walked over to Ben and gave him a hug. She took his hands into her own, “Plus you can use those handyman hands to help me around the house.” Ben laughed and she knew he was feeling better.

—

Mike laid in bed with his girlfriend Becca’s head laying on his chest. He was killing time with her but his mind was on the game tonight. He came too after she nudged him in the ribs.

“Were you even listening to me Mike!”

“Of course, something about college and all that.”

“You’re lucky you’re getting a full ride because the only other thing you’re good at is bullshitting.” They both laughed and as it died down she starting sliding her hand inside his pants. He quickly grabbed her at the wrist.

“You know we don’t fool around before a game baby. You can’t wait until tonight?”

“That is such a weird and dumb thing. Like you won’t be able to play well because you shot your load 4 hours ago. You do realize we fuck like three times a day too. You think for some reason there’s a difference between getting it up again for me and getting it up for the big game?”

“All good points, but rules are rules. Call it superstition.” Mike got up and Becca rolled off of him but she slowly crawled over to him.

“So, no sex,” she said slyly as she grabbed his waistband. “But where do your dumb little rules fall on getting your dick sucked?”

She starts unbuckling his pants and he stammers and tries to make a point but she pulls out his cock before he can say anything. She holds it in front of her face and kisses the tip, “You have to the count of three to convince me not to slide this impressive piece of cock down my throat or else I’m gonna have my fun.” She opens her mouth and starts slowly moving her head towards it. “1…2…3…” As she hits three she closes her lips around him.

Now saying Becca was great at giving head would giving her too much credit. But what she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. That and her one true talent, a seemingly complete lack of gag reflex. And finding a girl who can handle his impressive meat was no small task. He had gone through a rotating door of handjobs and toothy blowjobs before Becca caught his eye at a party. That night she showed him her skill and they’ve been together ever since.

Becca continued her pace occasionally taking him all the way to the root and looked up at him. He had his eyes rolled back in his head and she knew he was close when she grabbed his balls and felt his sack tighten up. She continued to suck him and he quickly announced he was about to cum. Usually pulling off, she knew he would be surprised about what she was about to do. She kept her lips wrapped around him and quickened her pace. She sucked even harder and felt the first splash of his cum coat the back of her throat. She swallowed as wave after wave of cum filled her mouth, some spilling out around her lips and down onto the bed. But she continued until the last bit of cum was pulled out of his cock.

“Holy shit!” Mike was smiling ear to ear as Becca pulled up off of him. “That was… something… Jesus… Becca.”

“You know you did well when you get compared to God himself.”

—

Becca was driving Mike to the game and telling him about her excitement for going to USC with him.

“And sun all year round. We’re gonna get so tan. And you’ll be on TV! Can you believe that?”

Mike was still undecided on what college he wanted to go to. He knew Becca was going to USC and she had assumed all along he would follow her there once he got his scholarship offer. But if he was being honest with himself he loved the State bursa escort program. He loved the idea of being close to home. Their program was good enough and when he met the coach he liked the idea of playing for him. When they got to the school he was relived that the conversation had stopped.

She parked the car and he got out and she yelled to him to be good today. He gave her a small nod and headed in to get ready for the game.

—

Ben and Deb had spent the better part of the last hour getting ready for the game. They knew they took it too far with the face paint and the team color but they also loved embarrassing Mike. As they headed downstairs they saw Natalie laying on the couch texting.

“I take it you won’t be coming with us to Mike’s game.”

“Look, I did the high school thing. I did the college thing. And there’s no chance I’m gonna be seen with you two dressed like that.” She nodded at her parents and went back to texting. For some reason the usually impartial Deb took the offense and uncharacteristically blew up.

“Now that’s enough Natalie! You don’t wanna come to the game? Fine! You don’t wanna be seen with the people supporting your life? That’s fine too! But you don’t get to be an asshole about us caring about you kids, and no matter how hard you try you’re going to be a part of this family!”

Natalie sat up and stormed off to her room. Deb sighed and Mike opened the door for her. As they turned to walk out Natalie brushed past them. “I had to grab my coat.” She walked out and waited by the car door. As he mother got into the drivers seat she looked back at her daughter who looked up as if to say sorry, and then went back to texting.

—

As they arrived at the gate and paid the entrance fee Natalie ran off. “I guess sitting with us is probably a little too much to ask.” They walked to their seats and climbed up the bleachers to watch the game. “You know we really have the whole world open to us.” Deb continued her optimistic streak.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, Mike is gonna go off to college. Natalie is probably gonna just follow us around. So once he leaves we could go anywhere.”

“But we’ve lived here for 20 years. Moved to this little town when you were pregnant with Natalie.”

“And?”

“I don’t know. I guess you never really think about leaving once you settle in. We bought a house, raised out kids in it, I just assumed we would be here forever.”

“Let me ask you this, what’s the best part of living in this town?”

“Well, I love being here with you. With the family. I know where everything is.”

“Kind of a hollow reason for staying. I mean your family will be with you wherever you go. So you’re staying here because you know the best way to get from the grocery store to the gas station.”

“Haha. Okay, I get your point. So where do you wanna go?”

“I don’t know, I can do my job anywhere, you can probably get a job anywhere. I guess it doesn’t matter. What about you?”

“Paris.”

“Haha. Okay, calm down. I know you love butter and loose women but I was thinking more stateside.”

“You wouldn’t want to Menage a trois our way across the country, eating fresh cheese, taking it all in.”

“Wow. You think you have the sexual magnitude to pull that off?”

“Only one way to find out.” Ben nudged Deb’s arm and they both laughed. Just then the announcer called out the team names and the game was underway.

—

Natalie walked around the field looking for anyone she knew. As she got to the fans standing neat the endzone she saw a group guys hanging out. She quickly scanned them and recognized someone from her class. As she walked up the group of guys they all parted and let her through. She put her phone away as she approached her old classmate.

“John right?”

“Yeeeah.. How are you?”

“I’m good. You come to high school football games often?”

“No, I mean I do come to most. But not to just hang out or anything. My brother’s on the team. My parents like me to come and support the family.”

“Yeah, families are the worst. I’m gonna be honest with you though, I’ve done this shit before. I’ve done the high school football thing, now I do the sneaking a flask in and having some one on one time with some lucky guy thing.”

“But, why me? I mean, of course I want to but we weren’t exactly friends in school. I mean I was surprised you even knew my name.”

“You look cute in this light. Come on, I know this school pretty well, how about you follow me and we have a little fun?” Without giving him time to answer she grabbed his coat and pulled him away from his friends.

—

“What in the fucking hell is going on out there Mike!” The painful screaming of his coach wasn’t a new sound to him, but it was unpleasant every time. “You do realize every game we play matters right? Or are you too busy looking at offer letters to remember the game plan? You think you’re shit doesn’t stink because some California asshole thinks you’re a man?”

“Sorry coach! I won’t let the team down!”

The coach stormed off and Jason, Mike’s best friend bursa eskort and star receiver sneaks over to him.

“Holy hell man, you piss in his coffee or something?”

“He’s just trying to send a message. In his defense I am having a rough game.”

“Yeah, what the hell is going on out there? You spend a little close time with that girl of yours?” Mike looked silently at him. “Oh my God man! You did!”

“Calm down man. Look. We didn’t have sex. I know the rules. But we just fooled around a little.”

“Fooled around like how? She swallow that sword? I’ve seen you in the shower. That thing is a three course meal.”

“She might’ve blew me, but it doesn’t count as sex.”

“Oh it definitely counts. All the mojo is in the load my friend. Did she at last accept your gift?”

“Come on man.”

“It’s alright. You don’t have to divulge your secrets. Just tell me, was she thirsty?”

“HELMETS ON!” The coaches scream meant it was time to go out to warm up for the second half. Jason got next to Mike as they were huddling up. He whispered, “Either way, you just gotta work up enough of a load for the second half.” Mike nudged him and they both smiled as they ran back on the field.

—

Natalie pushed John up against the wall of the empty music room. She unscrewed her flask and pushed it up to his lips. John let a little slide in before coughing it up on himself.

“You’re a virgin.” Natalie laughed. “It gets easier to take it each time.”

“Did you play an instrument?”

“What?” Natalie was laughing again.

“Because you chose the music room.”

“Haha. No, I used to blow the first chair because he sold us weed. Now I need you to scratch an itch I have.”

Natalie stepped back and started taking off her pants. She let them drop to the floor and then slide her panties down and kicked them both off. “I’m gonna let you fuck me, but a long time ago I realized that guys aren’t reliable when it comes to me cumming. So now whenever I hook up with someone I make sure I get mine first. So what I need you to do is get down on those knees of yours and lick me until I tell you to stop.”

John stood motionless so Natalie sighed and pushed the top of his head down until he was on his knees in front of her.

“So John, I’m going to assume you know the alphabet. Why don’t you start by tonguing that and we’ll go from there.”

He just nodded before moving his head up to meet her moist opening. He started licking around so Natalie guided his head until his tongue met her clit. The second he touched her she felt a shiver down her spine. He licked her clit and started humming the letters he was trying to spell out. She would’ve laughed but she figured it would break his already fragile spirit. Plus the humming was kind of working for her.

As the sensations flowed through her she put her head back and started moaning louder. Johns tongue might not have a clue what it was doing but he was still hitting all the right spots. He slowly moved his hand up her leg until he found her opening and clumsily put his two fore fingers into her pussy. He held them in her for awhile until finally Natalie moaned out ‘faster’. He picked up the pace and every time he felt comfortable she would moan ‘faster’ again. It wasn’t until he was licking her clit and hammering his fingers into her pussy that she felt that familiar sensation again. She moaned loudly into the empty music room until eventually she screamed “I’m cumming!” into the air.

The moment she finished she pushed him away. He almost fell back onto his ass but caught himself. Then without a word she walked over to a desk and bent over it.

Sensing his hesitation, “I know I didn’t say anything, but I’m assuming you know me bending over a desk without any panties on after you just licked me to an orgasm means you can come in.”

John didn’t need any more encouragement and dropped his pants so quickly he almost tripped on them. This time Natalie did let out a little chuckle but she doubted that he heard anything with the state he was in. He maneuvered behind her and shoved his cock into her and started pumping. She could tell he was still too nervous to know what to do so she yelled back at him, “You know I already got mine, I don’t need some slow build up.”

John didn’t love being talked to like this was the first girl he’s ever fucked. So when she said that he let her have it. He started pounding away as hard as he could until he felt his balls slapping against her. She moaned and moaned as his hard cock hit her like a machine. ‘Finally’ she thought as he let go of his inhibitions and fucked her like an animal. For John it was too much too quickly though. As soon as he hit a stride he was yelling at her “I’m gonna cum.”

Natalie pulled off him and moved to his side and started jerking his cock off with her hand. He started shooting ropes of his white mess all over the desk she was just leaning over until it was slowly dribbling onto the floor. She looked around and saw a random sweater hanging on the wall, probably left by some nerdy music student. Wiping her hand on the sweater to get the semen off she wondered if this was the only action this thing would ever see. She tossed him the sweater and said, “Clean yourself up. Oh, and nice job back there.” She giggled as she slapped his ass and walked out of the room thinking to herself ‘that’s why I always get mine first.’

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Jenny and Jack Pt. 03

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Age Difference

Chapter 12

HOTEL OWNER’S SON

My decision to leave my long term employer had been a difficult one but I had been close to a breakdown because of the very long working hours and I wanted to try and get a further degree at college. Jack had been concerned that if I left we would not have the same opportunities to see each other as much but as it turned out we were able to see each other more. Jack still visited my old company but made his visits to them short and efficient. He added extra days to his visit schedule so that we could spend more time together. I had found a temporary job to pay the bills whilst studying for my new degree and was able to take off as much time as I wanted for ‘study.’ The study time was for my degree but when ever Jack was visiting he always joked that my time off was for my advanced sex education degree.

Jack had managed to arrange an extended visit and I had arranged for us to go away and stay in the countryside for a few days in a very large private house. I found the house on an internet site and it sounded idyllic. It was situated in quiet farmland with accommodation for four couples.

We drove to the house, a journey of three hours or so and when we arrived I was pleased that it looked bigger and better than I had imagined.

We parked the car and were met by a woman who turned out to be the owner.

Before setting off that morning Jack had persuaded me to wear one of the sexy bras from the lingerie shop under my T shirt. During the long drive I had become accustomed to the feeling of my uncovered nipples rubbing against the fabric of my T shirt but as I got out of the car I saw the woman momentarily glance at my chest and wondered if she had noticed. It did not matter of course whether she noticed or not but I still felt shy at the thought of my nipples showing through my T shirt in public, something that Jack seemed to enjoy.

She introduced us to her son, Jin who then gave us a tour of the guest house; the mother and son apparently living next door in a smaller property.

Jin was very polite and charming but I realised immediately that he had noticed my protruding nipples. He was probably only around eighteen or nineteen years old but more than once I caught him looking at my chest. Each time he realised I had seen him looking he looked embarrassed and quickly averted his gaze, but somehow he could not stop him self looking again. I felt a little shy but also flattered that at my age I was still capable of attracting the attention of a much younger man.

Jin was soon showing a good sense of humour and was very welcoming to us both.

He showed us around the large guest house which consisted of a large ground floor entrance hall where he had a reception desk. Around this were four large rooms with couches, tables etc for relaxing in doors.

The reception area was dominated by a large open sweeping staircase that led up to the second or bedroom floor. At the top of the staircase there was another large area with four bedrooms, two on each side. The central landing area had a large screen TV and comfortable looking arm chairs and couches.

Jin then showed us each of the bedrooms and seeing the puzzled expression on my face he said, “It is mid week and you are our only guests. Please choose which ever bedroom you like the most.”

He then left us saying, “I will be down stairs at my desk. Just choose a room and then come and tell me”

Jack and I checked out each of the four bedrooms in turn. As soon as Jin went down stairs Jack teased me, telling me how he had noticed the young man checking out my nipples.

In one of the rooms, as I was standing in front of one of the large mirrors, Jack came up behind me, put his arms around me and then lifted the T shirt right up over my bra.

“I bet young Jin would love to see you like this,” he teased as he cupped my breasts and pinched each of my exposed nipples between his finger and thumb.

I suppose it was then that Jack had planted the seed in my head but at the time I just laughed and said, “Yes, in his dreams!”

“In his wet dreams,” Jack added with a chuckle.

After seeing all four rooms we chose what we thought was the best and went down to tell Jin. He entered some details on his computer and then handed us the keys.

Unknown to me at the time Jack had noticed Jin hurriedly close down a web page as we approached his desk.

Jin then collected our bags, carried them up to our room and then said we should join him and his mother in around ten minutes or so in their house for lunch. As Jin left the guest house Jack sneaked behind the desk and started to check Jin’s computer.

“What are you doing?” I said in a stage whisper.

I’m just checking what he was looking at when we came down the stairs. I felt a little awkward and to be honest, embarrassed in case he or his mother came back and caught Jack. However I was now also curious.

I waited as look out while Jack checked the history and suddenly I heard Jack exclaim, “Jenny, come and bursa otele gelen escort look at this.”

I moved behind the desk with Jack, still nervous about being caught and then looked at Jin’s computer screen. The banner across the top said, ‘Mums you’d like to fuck.’

I watched as Jack hit the play icon on the movie that Jin had been watching.

Unlike what I considered the usual young porno stars I found my self gazing inquisitively at a woman of about the same age as me. Two naked men were busy taking off her clothes. She was dressed like any other mum you would see taking the kids to school; sensible conservative outer coat and a plain grey skirt and blouse. Still aware of Jin or his mum returning and catching us, Jack and I were both intrigued to watch. The woman’s coat, skirt and blouse were soon removed and tossed aside and she was looking directly at the camera. She looked a little shy and uncertain and I wondered if it was just good acting or maybe her first time. One of the men whispered something in her ear and she nodded shyly.

He reached behind her and quickly and efficiently took off her bra. She shyly tried to cover her breasts but giggled as both men pulled her hands away to reveal her breasts to the camera.

The woman was wriggling as the camera roamed down over her body to reveal that one of the men had his hand between legs. She struggled playfully as the men pulled down her panties and then held her legs open for the camera. I could feel my self becoming aroused as I watched and noticed Jack fiddle with his trousers, obviously adjusting his erection.

Jack and I watched keenly as the men lifted up the woman and carried her to a bed. They arranged her in a kneeling position and then one man knelt in front of her and the other knelt behind.

The camera zoomed in as the man behind encouraged the woman to push her bum up and spread her thighs. His fingers were soon teasing and displaying her wet labia for the camera. He then opened her with his fingers and without any further foreplay moved up behind and pushed his erect penis all the way into her vagina. The camera switched to her face as she closed her eyes and winced momentarily at the sudden invasion of her vagina.

Her eyes then opened again as the other man brushed the head of his erection across her lips. She opened her mouth and the man slid his penis inside. The camera then moved back to capture the whole scene of her having an erect penis in her mouth and vagina at the same time. Both men were already thrusting into her from each end and her breasts were swaying in time with the men’s thrusts as they hung beneath her.

The men were soon having their orgasms and the scene cut to the woman laying on the bed alone on her back and looking exhausted. The camera moved slowly from her face and mouth, still dribbling from the man’s ejaculation, down over her rounded belly to her open vagina being displayed boldly by the woman, her thighs wide open and fingers pulling her labia apart to show the other man’s seminal fluid still dribbling from her.

Jack closed the movie, looked at me and said, “Wow!”

We heard Jin returning and quickly moved to the door. “Lunch is ready,” he said, “please follow me down to the house; my mother is waiting for us.”

Jin and his mum left us alone to enjoy a delicious home cooked meal. When we were sure they were out of earshot Jack said, “So what did you make of his taste in movies then?”

I hesitated, knowing that the movie was very typical of Jack’s fantasies, “I found it very erotic.”

“Did it turn you on?” he asked.

I was actually blushing a little as I said, “Yes, I’m still wet!”

I could see that Jack was about to say something but then changed his mind.

We finished the meal and as we moved from the table and made our way back to our room I turned to Jack and said, “What were you about to say to me earlier?”

Jack gripped my hand and said, “I had a wild idea of giving Jin a special treat!”

I gave Jack a playful slap on his bum as I said, “And what form would this special treat take?”

“No, just forget it Jenny, it was just me allowing my imaginative mind to wander.”

We made our way up to our room, passing Jin who was sitting behind his computer at his desk. As we passed him he said, “Hello, did you both enjoy your lunch?”

I wondered if it was just my imagination but as I replied, “yes it was delicious thank you,” he seemed to be checking me out.

We got up to our room, entered and closed the door behind us.

Before I could say anything Jack said, did you notice how he was checking you out? I think he was fantasizing about you being in one of his favourite movies, especially the one we watched just before lunch!”

As he spoke, Jack pulled me to him and hugged me in his strong arms. I could instantly feel the bulge of his erection pressing against me. Our lips met and we hungrily kissed each other. There was a strong sense of urgency in both bursa eve gelen eskort of us as we almost ripped each others clothes off in between long wet kisses and embraces. I found Jack’s urgent desire for me very arousing and by the time he was ripping off my knickers they felt as though they were soaking wet. He scooped me up in his arms and carried be to the large bed. As he laid me down I could see both the love and lust in his eyes as he said, “Jenny, you’re so sexy I just cannot resist.”

He almost jumped on top me, roughly squeezing my breasts as he urgently coaxed my legs open with his feet. I did not need much coaxing and willingly opened my legs wide desperate to feel him inside me. I felt his fingers reaching between us, opening my wet labia ready for him. I felt the head of his penis find its target and said huskily in his ear, “Take me Jack. Fuck me. I want you inside me my darling.”

Before I had finished speaking he pushed the whole length of his erect penis into me in one long powerful thrust. “Just take me Jack I gasped. Fuck me and fill me with your spunk.”

His hands moved beneath me and gripped my buttocks. I felt his fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he did as I asked and pounded his penis into me. I could feel a more urgent desire than usual, a little less attentive to my needs but full of lust and strong desire.

I wanted to feel every inch of him and lifted my knees right up until Jacks body was pressing the backs of my thighs with each powerful thrust. His thrusts were becoming more and more powerful and his body was already glistening with sweat. His breath was hot and urgent in my ear as his whole body tensed and his penis felt as if it had grown bigger inside me. His heavy breaths became low animal like groans of pleasure as suddenly he dug his fingers painfully into my buttocks and ejaculated his hot fluids deep inside me. My own orgasm was not far away and as Jack’s strokes started to slow I thrust my self against him, putting my hands on his buttocks holding him and keeping him inside me. I dug my fingers into his strong buttocks as my orgasm was released and my screams filled the room.

We remained joined together for ages in a sweaty tangle of limbs until Jack’s penis started to soften and I felt his fluids start to trickle out of me.

Jack then rolled off and, gazing into my eyes said, “I love you Jenny, you are just perfect and very sexy.”

Later that afternoon after having a shower together we went out and did some sight-seeing. As we left the house Jin wished us a good afternoon.

Jack teased me for most of the rest of the day about how noisy I was when I had my orgasm and that the son, Jin, must have heard us.

I then teased Jack saying, “So what made you so horny after lunch?”

He looked at me, hesitated for a moment and then said, “It was the porno movie that Jin had been watching. I could not get the image out of my mind, images of you being the woman in the film.”

I wanted to ask the next obvious question but felt hesitant because I was already sure I knew the answer. We talked about other topics for a while but then, full of curiosity I said, “Jack, when you imagined me as the woman in the film who were the two men?”

He laughed but I could see that the idea was already settling in his head as he said, “the men were the hotel owner’s son Jin and me.”

“I see,” I replied and then quickly changed the subject.

By the time we got back it was quite late and after our exhausting day we decided to get some sleep and go to bed early.

Jin greeted us, “hello you two, I hope you had a good afternoon,” as we walked through the door. Very polite I thought and very charming. As before though I could feel his eyes checking me out as we walked past and then went up the stairs.

We were soon both undressed and in bed. We talked for a while and it was me who raised the subject of Jin. “Do you think he has ever been with a woman?” I asked Jack.

“I would have thought so; after all he is quite handsome and must be old enough to have had a girlfriend.”

“Maybe she wont let him touch her,” I said, “when I was that age boys always wanted to feel my breasts or shove their hands up under my skirt but I had always been brought up to be a ‘good girl’ and save myself until marriage. We are in the countryside here and the old fashioned ideas are probably still quite prevalent.”

“I’ll ask him,” Jack said with a smile.

“You can’t just ask him things like that,” I protested, “you’ll embarrass him.”

“We’ll see I’m sure I can befriend him and find out.

We chatted some more but then soon fell asleep in each others arms after our exhausting day.

The morning came and, after getting dressed we went to the main house for breakfast. Jack had persuaded me to wear one of the sexy bras again under a fairly thin shirt. As we walked into the house Jin was preparing breakfast and, after greeting us with a smile and, “good morning,” he served the breakfast bayan escort bursa and then, at Jack’s request, sat down and joined us.

Jin was finding it difficult to keep his eyes off of my shirt or, more specifically, the obvious protrusion of my nipples. After a short while Jack seemed to be getting on very well with him as they discussed various topics.

Jack brought the subject round to girlfriends and sensing Jin’s embarrassment I made an excuse to leave the table and leave the two of them to their men’s talk.

I returned to our room and waited for Jack. After what seemed like hours he returned grinning.

“So?” I asked, more eager to learn more about Jin than I cared to admit to Jack.

“He has a girlfriend but as you suspected she does not let him fuck her.”

“Wow, how did you find that out so quickly?” I asked.

“Oh, we just got chatting and after a while he seemed to open up and we chatted like old friends. He even told me how attractive he finds you!”

“Jack continued, “With some encouragement from me Jin confessed that his girl friend allows him to touch her tits and touch her between the legs but strictly through her knickers, no actual touching of flesh or fingering. She also, probably to temporarily take away his persistent trying, relieves him with her hand.”

I was amazed that Jack was able to find this out so readily but then I was not familiar with the way in which men seemed to be at ease discussing these things.

We prepared to go out for the rest of the day sight-seeing again and during the day, the subject of Jin seemed to crop up quite regularly, mainly instigated by Jack. Although there were a few times when I jokingly suggested that I should let Jin see me dressed in my sexy underwear.

This seemed to spark Jack’s imagination as he asked, “would you really do that?”

I played along saying, “maybe if the mood was right and with your encouragement.”

I dismissed my suggestion as just light hearted chat to excite Jacks fantasies but later that evening, after returning home it started to become reality.

When we arrived back Jin welcomed us as usual saying, “Welcome back have you eaten yet?”

After we replied that we hadn’t he said, “My mother has gone out for the evening but she has prepared enough food for all of us. Would you like me to bring some food to your room?”

Jack glanced at me, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he said, “That would be nice Jin. Why don’t you join us upstairs, there’s plenty of room and we would enjoy your company.”

“I would hate to intrude on your privacy are you sure you want me to join you?”

“Of course,” replied Jack, “no problem, give us an hour to get washed and changed and then we would love to see you and share a meal with you.”

We went upstairs and were soon inside the bedroom. I could still see the mischievous look in Jack’s eyes as I said, “OK, so what naughty plans have you already made in the fantasy world of your mind Jack?”

He chuckled as he said, “I thought you might like to wear all of your sexy underwear underneath that short summer dress you have brought with you and see how Jin reacts.”

Jack then started to undress me saying, “come on we need to take a shower and get you ready!”

“Ready for what?” I asked, feeling a little apprehensive and not sure I wanted the honest answer.

Jack gazed into my eyes saying, “remember the art class Jenny, posing for Tom and then the camera club?”

I felt my cheeks flush as Jack continued, “I just thought that I might persuade you to pose for Jin. I would love to see that.”

“I’m not sure I’m brave enough Jack.”

“But what about Tom and the camera club you found the courage then?”

That was different, they were older men and you know I have always felt more comfortable in the company of older men. Jin looks so young and I’m not sure I have the courage.”

“I tell you what,” said Jack, “let’s have our shower and get you dressed sexily before Jin comes and then we’ll just see what happens.”

I looked at Jack, the glint in his eye, knowing that some kind of naughty experience with Jin would really turn him on.

“OK,” I said, but you’ll have to encourage me and I’m not promising anything.”

Jack seemed happy with that and soon had me undressed and ready for a shower.

I had to nag him to hurry in the shower as he kept caressing me and saying things like, “imagine this is Jin’s hand,” as he ran his large hands over my breasts and then between my legs.

We finished the shower and while I finished drying my self Jack hurried to the wardrobe. When I walked back in from the shower room to the bedroom I saw he had already laid out his choice of underwear on the bed.

I looked at the flimsy scraps of black lace and the dark stockings that were laid on the bed and then the large grin on Jack’s face.

“I thought the black lace would look incredibly sexy contrasted with your pale skin and the yellow of your summer dress.”

Jack was already dressed and sat on a chair as he waited to watch me getting dressed.

I lifted the knickers up and spent some time working out which small strip of lace went where. Finally, having worked it out I pulled them on and then faced Jack to let him watch as I arranged the two strips of lace between my legs to pass either side of my smooth hair free labia.

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Just One of Those Things Ch. 03

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First off I sincerely apologize for the delay in submitting Chapter 3. But don’t worry, I’m still here, and I will finish the story. Thank you to everyone who decides to stick with me, I hope it was worth the wait. As always feedback is appreciated.

Jack

It was Sunday, two days after I ran out on Vince. I was at home cooking, fixing up some bean soup to get me through the week and trying not to dwell on what a complete and total bastard I was. I hadn’t been out of the apartment since Friday night when I had come straight home from Vince’s apartment and jerked off the second I was inside, coming so hard I had slid to the ground, pinpoints of light flashing in my eyes. Then the shame set in, and I couldn’t bring myself to face him.

I had realized almost immediately how badly I had reacted. Of course Vince hadn’t meant it the way that it seemed. He was just horny and too inexperienced to know that you just don’t kiss someone like that unless you meant it. At first I had tried to convince myself that it had been a stupid, meaningless mistake and that all I had screwed up was potentially really hot fuck. We would laugh it off and things would go back to normal. But I had never been good at self-delusion. After all, I had screwed around with friends no-strings-attached before. This was definitely not the same.

I had Die Hard playing on my laptop as a distraction. In spite of myself I couldn’t help but replay the last time Vince and I had watched it together. When I laughed out loud at the memory of some stupid joke he had made about Alan Rickman’s German accent the sound came out hollow. I suddenly felt very lonely.

So I got out my phone. What I really wanted to do was call Vince to apologize. From the look on his face when I bolted I might as well have punched him, and I hated myself for hurting him. I was supposed to be someone he could rely on, not someone who fucked with his head. Again. But just like the hundred times before I couldn’t bring myself to go through with it.

So instead I called the same person I always did when I needed to talk, my brother Alan. It rang a couple times before he picked up.

“Hey Jack.” My brother’s voice had that redneck twang that I had mostly lost since entering civilization. In the background I could hear metallic grinding and the burst of an air compressor.

“You’re still at work.” I commented.

“Yeah, so? What’s up?”

“Nah, forget about it. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Alan made a dismissive noise. “I own the place, I can take a break whenever I want.”

I snorted a laugh. “You own twenty-five percent Mr. Big Shot.”

“Thirty five in another couple weeks.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Baker lost his shirt in the divorce, so he’s selling me his share.”

“Not a surprise. You’re the one who saved that dump after all. Why’re you working this late anyway?”

Alan started laughing. “Oh, you’ll love this. This morning that jackass Frank O’Hara tried to take a loaded logging truck over the Allagash River bridge.”

“Ha!” I barked. Well, that cheered me right up. “How many bones did he break?”

“None, unfortunately. But we found a dozen empty beer cans in his cab, so the Sheriff’s got him locked up for DWI. It took us half the day to haul his rig out of the river. Broken axel, shocks, some front end and water damage. The Company’s giving us a twenty percent bonus if we get it up and running by day after tomorrow.”

“Sweet.”

“No shit. They really want to take advantage while the weather holds. Too bad you’re not here, we could’ve used the extra set of hands.”

“You know,” I contemplated, “I don’t know why I ever left in the first place.”

Alan laughed. “Yeah right. So, what’s up?”

“I don’t know, just a little lonely I guess.”

“Well, of course you are, little country mouse in the big city.”

“Shut up. I’ll call back later. You get back to work.”

“Nuh-uh. Hold on a minute.” There was a long pause and the sound of a door closing, and the shop noises disappeared.

“So,” Alan continued, “you gonna tell me what this is about?”

I didn’t bother to dress up this train wreck. Not from him.

“I fucked up something pretty important, with someone who should have been able to trust me. Who did trust me.”

“Uh oh.” His voice was serious. “Not one of those kids from your group?”

“God no. Give me some credit. A friend.” I paced up and down my tiny apartment. “I was the only person he had he could really talk to, and I may have completely messed it up.”

I had always been careful to avoid talking about Vince to Alan. Not that I didn’t trust him, but, just like with the underclassmen I counseled, they weren’t my secrets to tell. Now I was especially glad I hadn’t because if I had he would have figured out what this was all about (and more importantly who it was about) in two seconds flat.

“Alright, what’d you do?”

I rubbed my head. “I had sex with him – my brilliant idea by the way – and then freaked escort bayan out and ran off. After I essentially told him he was a pity fuck.”

“Wow.” Alan made a falling bomb whistle. “And I take it that this isn’t the same guy you’ve had your eye on?”

“Julian Monaco? God, I wish.”

“Is this other guy the reason you’ve been in such a good mood lately?”

“I’m always in a good mood.”

“He is, isn’t he? So, how’d he take it? He pissed?”

“Probably.” I considered. “He should be. But I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him yet.”

“Haven’t talked to him? How long’s it been?”

“Two days.”

There was an even longer pause. “So,” Alan cleared his throat, “you…um…really like this guy, huh?”

“I don’t need to be in…I don’t have to like someone to do dumbass things. You know that.”

Alan ignored my pointless rationalizations. “Does he know how you feel?”

I groaned. “He’s got to, doesn’t he? I mean, why else would I have freaked out like that?”

“Maybe he feels the same way.”

I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “Yeah, somehow I doubt that, after the number of times I’ve screwed with his head. But it’s a moot point anyway.”

“In the closet, huh?”

“And engaged.”

“Ouch. Want to talk about it?”

“Yeah, but I can’t.”

“Fucker-fuckee confidentiality?”

I gave a weak laugh. “Something like that. I don’t even know why I called.”

“Because you’re a soft touch whether you like it or not. Right now you’re thinking maybe you can still be friends with this guy. You want to help him, and now you feel like you owe him. But you’re too smart to think that is actually a good idea, so you need someone to tell you what you already know, which is that you need to stay the fuck away from him.”

I didn’t want to hear it, but I knew it was true. “Yeah, I know.”

“You know, you know that there is no way this can end good. His life is going to suck no matter what you do. You can’t let yourself get caught up in it.”

“You’re right,” I sighed.

“You also need someone to tell you you’re not a complete bastard, and…” Alan was cut off by the door opening and someone called him back to the floor. “Can’t you deal with it for five fucking minutes?” he barked at the intruder.

“Go on,” I cut in. “I’ll call you back tomorrow and tell you how it goes.”

“You sure?”

“It’s fine.”

He gave an incredulous noise. “Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re not a complete bastard. Do what you gotta to do for this guy, then let it go. You know how ugly this can get.”

“Thanks. Get back to work.”

“I’m not kidding. Bye.”

Talking to Alan had helped. It always did. He had always known how to tell me what I needed to hear. God help me, I was this close to feeling homesick. But tomorrow was the real test. I was going to have to face Vince.

Vince

It was Sunday night and I was staring at the same page in my Evidence text that I had failed to absorb the first five times I read it. I was in a rotten mood because I hadn’t gotten a single thing accomplished all weekend. No reading. No outlining. Even the little ABC Hornbooks I had bought as study aids flew right over my head. I had even called my father’s chief of staff to bitch at him over some essentially irrelevant talking points he had botched. Not surprisingly all that accomplished was to piss him off and make him hang up on me.

I had tried giving myself the usual pep talk. Remember, you’re here to do a job. You have an opportunity that you don’t deserve and you’d damned well better earn it. But for the first time in my life it didn’t help. The only thing I had managed to do with any success was to run myself to exhaustion doing laps around the park. But no amount of exercise seemed able to ease my restlessness.

I had done my best to put it out of my mind, but of course I knew the reason.

I had sat on my couch for an hour after Jack had run out my door, a deep sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had screwed up, I wasn’t sure exactly how, but I had. That’s why I had no right to see it as a betrayal, but for all the world that’s what it felt like. I didn’t know what it meant, except that the only real friend I ever had, would likely ever have, had just run out on me and I didn’t understand why.

I had waited up until midnight in case he came back or called, but he did neither. I lay awake in bed, unable to quiet the confusion and arousal racing through my mind.

I might be inexperienced, but I knew the difference between fucking and intimacy. I had definitely crossed that line, though I had no idea how far. Thinking back on it rationally it shouldn’t have been anything. So, I wanted more than a one-sided blow job, so the fuck what? At least that’s what I convinced myself had happened. The truth was that I had been so caught up in the heat of the moment I had no idea what I was doing. But obviously it meant something to Jack. I couldn’t decide if what had happened altıparmak escort bayan had been nothing at all or potentially catastrophic.

But, even if I had screwed up I should have heard from him. I mean, we were friends after all. Right?

But when I really thought about it, I had probably said twenty words to Jack for every one he spoke to me. I had spent countless hours pouring my soul out to him – my family, my upcoming marriage, my constant, oppressive fear of disappointing my father. But I knew next to nothing about him. On the few occasions I had tried to ask him about himself he had always turned the conversation back to me. I knew he felt bad about fucking with me back at the beginning of the semester, maybe this was just his way of making us even. Maybe Jack hadn’t been my friend at all.

He was my goddamned therapist.

That possibility scared me more than anything else. Friends didn’t grow on trees. Not for me. Over the last few weeks I had grown to rely on Jack more than I could have imagined, not just as someone I could vent to but as someone who cared about and accepted me for who I really was. Probably the only person who would ever even know who I really was.

Or so I thought. It hadn’t occurred to me how precarious our relationship was. I wouldn’t say that I was a pity case exactly, but it was obvious now that I needed him a hell of a lot more than he needed me. God knows what nerve I hit to make him freak out like that, but the reason he didn’t come back with a smile and an apology might simply be because he had no reason to. He could blow me off if I pushed too far because the friendship I thought we shared was largely in my head.

Tomorrow was Monday, and I was going to get some answers.

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

I expected Jack to continue avoiding me, so I was surprised when after our first class he walked straight up to me and asked if we could talk.

We found an empty conference room and closed the door. Now that we were alone I didn’t know how to start. My initial plan had been to try to laugh the whole thing off, like it was just some silly misunderstanding. It was worth a shot anyway. But now I couldn’t seem to find the words.

Jack was the first to break the silence, though he still didn’t make eye contact. “Look Vince, I’m really, really fucking sorry for running out on you. That was a real dick thing to do.”

I felt an immediate rush of relief. So, he didn’t blame me for what had happened. That was good sign. But then, what was the problem? I wanted to ask him but figured it would be best not to launch into an interrogation just yet. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. But it’s not just your fault. I knew the ground rules. I just got…a little…” I shrugged, “carried away, I guess.” Boy was that an understatement.

Jack must have been thinking the same thing. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “A little? You could knock someone right off their feet with that shit.”

I couldn’t help but crack a smile. “I don’t know whether to say thanks or sorry to that.”

“Why would you be sorry?”

I shrugged. “I obviously crossed some sort of line.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jack shook his head. “You only kissed me. It was a hell of a kiss, I’ll give you that. But it’s not like you bent me over the couch and fucked me.”

“If you hadn’t left I might have.” I chuckled, but I was only half kidding. If that.

Jack didn’t smile. If anything he looked even more uncomfortable. What the hell? The whole fuck buddy thing was his idea after all, now he was the squeamish one? “It was a bad idea,” he repeated. “I should never have brought it up. It’s just, I worry about you, you know? It’s more dangerous out there than you seem to think. I know you’re a good judge of character, but you can’t always see them. Especially the real monsters. I really don’t want to see you get hurt.”

For the time being his concern for my welfare flew right over my head. So, I thought, I was a pity case after all. Without thinking I put up a hand to stop him. “Okay,” I retorted, “one, you didn’t make me do anything. I’m an adult, I’m capable of making my own fucking decisions. Two, you’re my friend, no my goddamned therapist, you don’t have some responsibility to protect me from myself.”

Jack gave me a wide eyed look and put his hands up. “Oooo…kay.”

I stopped myself. Remember, you’re here to make friends. I knew he was only trying to help. The fact that he worried so much about me should make me happy, not defensive.

I guess he recognized the blow to my ego, because after an introspective pause he added, “I didn’t do it out of charity Vince. I’ll admit I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t think it would help you. But I also wouldn’t have done it unless…I wanted to.” He looked at the ground, and I swear to God that he blushed. “Don’t you remember how it affected me?”

Oh, yes I did remember – the feel of him hard as a stone grinding nilüfer eskort against my hip, his rough, calloused hands in my hair, his soft tongue, tasting myself on his mouth…I had to sit down to hide my instant hard on. We both laughed a little at my late-coming modesty, but the tension didn’t leave the air.

“So,” I drew a breath, “are we good?”

Jack frowned. “Um, define ‘good’.”

Uh oh. “I mean, can’t we just pretend Friday never happened?”

He shuffled his feet and my heart sank again. “Fuck Vince, I’m really sorry…” he drifted off. But then he seemed to struggle with something, and finally he shook his head and sighed. “Let’s just give it some time, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I found myself saying. So, what, he cared about me enough to worry about my safety and to feel like crap for hurting me, but not enough that he was willing to keep spending time with me? That was a hard blow. I wanted an explanation. But what I wanted more was to be friends again. So I took what he offered and didn’t push it.

He took that as his cue to exit, giving me an apologetic half-smile on his way out. If I hadn’t been so confused I might have found his uncharacteristic lack of confidence endearing.

Time. Yeah. I could handle that. If the last few weeks had taught me anything it was that I wasn’t sure I could do this alone. Not in the long run. I needed him. And damned if I was going to lose him over a kiss.

Jack

After that conversation Vince and I hardly said a word to each other for a month and a half. I knew I should have just followed my brother’s advice and cut my losses. I even called him several times a week just to remind me. Again, I knew in my head it was a bad idea. I kept telling myself that, as bad as I felt, it would be even worse if I was around him now that I understood my feelings toward him.

Though, increasingly, I wasn’t really sure how.

I had honestly had every intention of breaking it off with Vince when I talked to him, but in the end I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it. Aside from the fact that it would make me a titanic asshole, it felt too wrong to give him the brush off and mean it, and no amount of logic to the contrary could change that. Part of me hoped, even expected, that he would just forget the whole thing and decide he was better off without a flake for a friend. But it didn’t happen.

For several weeks we had been nearly inseparable. And sure, I lusted after him (though in retrospect there was definitely more to it even then), but he had also been the best friend I had made since leaving home.

So I thought if I could just get back to that place then we could be friends again and put this whole giant mess behind us.

By now cracks were starting to show in Vince’s patience. He did his best to respect my request for time, but whenever our paths crossed at school or in the study group he would give me this puppy dog look and I couldn’t help but feel guilty.

The only positive that had come out of all this was that Julian and I had become friends. I guess he realized I was feeling low so, being the ridiculously sweet guy he was, one day he invited me to stay after the study group. I didn’t have to think before accepting. Since leaving home I hadn’t managed to make any lasting friendships, but until Vince it hadn’t bothered me.

We didn’t do anything in particular, just read in companionable silence, watched T.V. I appreciated that he didn’t try to make small talk, or ask me how I was doing, just kept me company. I ended up leaving late, and he surprised me by asking me back the next day. From his casual tone I had expected there to be other people there, but it was just us again, which suited me fine. Soon I was over at his place a couple days a week. He definitely wasn’t a substitute for Vince, but it was nice.

But there was one thing that bothered me. For the first time, I felt no attraction to Julian. I would stare at him out of the corner of my eye for long minutes, trying to recall even the tiniest spark of what he once did to me. But I might as well have been looking at my brother from the complete lack of warm tingly feelings.

It wasn’t that I didn’t think he was good looking. I had always thought that. Not in an all-American Adonis way like Vince, but more in a sweet, approachable boy-next-door way. Okay, got to stop comparing him to Vince. But much more than that he was smart, down to earth, and almost as unaffected as Vince (Again?) despite the fact he had enough money in his trust fund to buy and sell the town I grew up in. Most importantly, he had a good heart. That was all I wanted, the rest was just gravy.

After a couple weeks of trying to conjure some interest from my heart (or even my dick) I decided that the only reasonable thing to do was put my romantic ambitions on hold and just enjoyed Julian’s friendship for what it was. I still had a year and a half before we graduated, and he didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

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

I was running late for the study group. I didn’t see Vince’s midnight blue BMW on the street and couldn’t decide if I was relieved or disappointed. Being in such close proximity was…uncomfortable…but he needed the group, and I had insinuated myself to the point I would be a real dick if I left.

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Let’s Go Fishin’

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This is the edited version of the original. It was pointed out to me that I had made a hard right turn at the intersection of past and present. I hope I got it all straight.

*

The alarm clock goes off at 3 AM. I grope for it in the dark. I find the snooze button and almost press it. Then I remember that today we’re goin’ fishin’. I struggle to my feet and turn on the light. It blinds me temporarily. There is only one good thing about getting up this early. That thing is sleeping in the next bunk.

The lump in the bunk starts to wiggle.

It says, “What time is it?”

“3 o’clock,” I mumble. “I’ll start the coffee.”

I stumble across the cabin to the camp stove and finally get it lit. Sliding the coffee pot onto the burner, I look across the cabin to my bunk mate. She hasn’t stirred.

‘C’mon, bail out,” I yell.

The lump peeks out from under the covers. She blinks her eyes.

“I’ve gotta pee.” She says.

‘Well, get with it,” I reply. “We need to be on the lake by 4:30 if we want to catch some fish. Once the sun comes up, we may as well not be out there.”

A shapely leg comes out of the covers and tests the floor.

“It’s cold!” she says.

“This isn’t the Waldorf,” I bark. “You’re the one who had to tag along on this trip. Get a move on!!”

She moans her way across the cabin and out to the ‘facility’ in the woods. 10 minutes later she comes sprinting back through the door. She has a deranged look on her face.

“It was after me!! It was going to eat me!!” she whimpers.

I look out the back door and spot the raccoon. Very fierce.

“At least that vicious beast left something for me to eat later,” I chuckle. “Coffee’s ready.”

I had gotten dressed while she was battling with nature. Now she starts dressing as I prepare breakfast.

“Damn, that smells good!” she smiles.

We wolf the meal down and head for the lake.

It is still cold and dark as we climb into the boat and head across the small bay to Thunder Point. We anchor off the point and drop our baits into the water. She is hooked up almost immediately.

“There is a penalty for out fishing the captain,” I inform her.

“What might that penalty be?” she inquires as she sinks her hook into another nice trout.

“You’ll find out at lunch time. That’s when the captain exacts his revenge.”

She looks at me, giggles and hooks another trout. So far, I have not had a bite. I start to feel pretty grim when suddenly, I hook a fish. I manage to get him into the boat, but the score is still 3 to 1. She keeps slaughtering the fish while I sort of plod along. The sun pops up above the trees and the bite is off. We soak some bait for another ½ hour or so, but catch nothing. I pull the anchor, fire up the outboard and head back to the cabin. We share fish cleaning duties and put the cleaned fish in the freezer. It is the only appliance at the cabin.

“What now?” she inquires.

“It’s still 4 hours to lunch. Let’s go on a hike. I promise to save you from any raccoons that are lurking in the woods.”

“OK,” she stutters. “Are there any bears out there?”

“Sure! This is northern Michigan. This will be like hiking in the zoo except, no cages!”

She is the daughter of wealth. bursa otele gelen eskort Nobody has ever talked to her the way I do She isn’t used to it. She is used to getting her own way no matter what. Now she is isolated up here in the northern Michigan woods with a peasant (me). I brought her up here to get her out of her natural environment. I have some really sweet plans for her for later.

She is an absolute knockout. Shoulder length blond hair, 38, 24, 36, great legs, beautiful face, and a sweet personality completes the package. From the first time I saw her, I knew I was sunk, that she could have anything she wanted from me. I, however, could not have anything I wanted from her. We have been going together for 16 months and so far little games of slap and tickle are as far as we have gotten.

Now, up here in the sticks, I plan my final approach to home base. Whatever it takes, I know it will be worth it.

We start up a small trail away from the lake toward a little creek that feeds the lake. I must admit that she doesn’t complain about the trail or the bugs. I can tell she isn’t entirely comfortable with the situation. An hour up the trail, we find the creek. I lead the way along the bank to a spot that I consider to be one of the most beautiful on earth. There is a small, grassy clearing beside the creek. It is surrounded by tall trees with few bushes.

I set my pack down and she follows suit. I find the blanket and spread it out in the grassy glade. I get a bottle of water from the pack and offer her a drink as I sit down on the blanket. She takes the bottle and sits beside me.

“OK, what’s the deal?” she asks. “You now have me in your evil clutches. I have no idea where we are or how to get out of here. If you have something in mind, let me know now.”

“Actually, I do have something in mind, but it requires your trust and cooperation.”

“OK, what is it?”

“You have the option, right now, of having me take you back to the cabin or staying out here with me.”

“What happens if I stay here with you?”

“Then you will become my love slave, at least until lunch time.” I whisper with a smile.

She looks like she is thinking hard. She knows that if she goes back to the cabin she will also be on her way back to the college this afternoon.

“You know I’m a virgin, don’t you?” she asks.

“I suspected as much,” I reply. “I could tell pretty much from the way you were acting at the school. I have to tell you that you are driving me completely insane. You are beautiful beyond belief. You are great company. We have been going out for well over a year and so far you haven’t even let me stick my hands in your bra. I can only take so much. I’m not trying to scare you or make you sad. Either you want it or you don’t. I love you and want you badly. The choice is yours.”

She is thinking hard again. This can’t be good. I figure that the longer she thinks about it, the less likely it is that my goal will be attained.

“What about protection?” she asks.

“I don’t consider that to be important. If you take this to the next level with me, I will expect you to marry me. Children are welcome,” I vow.

“Hey, wait a minute!” she exclaims. “Did bursa eve gelen escort bayan you just ask me to marry you?”

“Well, yeah,” I reply digging into my pack for the small velvet box.

I present the contents of the box to her. It is a 3 carat engagement ring.

“Will you marry me?” I beg.

“Hell yes,” she cries. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me for over a year.”

With that, she springs across the blanket and knocks me over. Her hands go under my shirt and she starts rubbing my chest.

“Well, are you just going to sit there like a bump on a log, or are we going to get it on?” she whispers.

I can’t believe it! She has completely turned the tables on me. How was I supposed to know what she was up to?

“I’ve been trying to get you all alone for a long time. I thought you were very shy. But you were very nice and didn’t try to jump my bones right off the bat. I decided quite some time ago that I was in love with you. You didn’t need to do the caveman act and drag me out to the weeds. The nearest motel would have done it!” she exclaims.

“You are full of surprises,” I say. “Here I thought I was pushing you into an unbeatable trap and all the time, things were going exactly as you had planned them. I’ll have to keep a close eye on you”.

“Have you decided to talk your way to lunch or would you rather ravage me now?” she asks meekly.

“No contest!” I say as I remove my shirt and her blouse.

Her size 38 tits were almost completely visible under her bra, which didn’t last long, either. I gaze for the first time at her offerings. They are stunning, perfect and entirely edible. So I eat them. She moans softly as I take her nipples one at a time into my mouth and bite them lightly. She is fiddling around with my belt buckle and finally gets it loose. She pulls my pants off after removing my boots. I sit there in my boxers. I remove her boots and pants.

The more naked she gets, the better she looks. I lean in and kiss her hard on the mouth. Our tongues fight the duel of love as my hands squeeze her tits. She grabs my cock and squeezes it.

“OOOH, it’s so hard, yet so soft. I never expected that,” she remarks. “Does everybody have a cock this big?”

“No, I’m in the top 5% of the dick class,” I reply.

I pull her panties off and am greeted by the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. There is a light pelt of blond curls around it. The lips are puffy and pink. I worship it. I worship her. I know I can never let her go.

She slides my boxers down my legs and looks at me with enquiring eyes.

“Have you ever watched porn?” I ask.

“Well, yeah, just a little,” she replies.

“Just do what they do,” I offer.

So she dives on my cock and greedily tries to eat it all.

“Wait a minute,” I protest. “No teeth!”

She went right back to sucking me off, this time with no teeth.

“Scoot your pussy around here so I can lick it,” I tell her.

Soon we are in a full ’69’ position. I press my lips to her thighs and start kissing and nibbling. As I work my way higher, she starts to moan. Then I lick the full length of her crack. She shudders and wiggles. One of her hands presses my lips as far into bayan eskort bursa her cunt as I can get without suffocating. I start rapidly licking her vagina. My tongue is inserted deeply into it. She is sucking and huffing and puffing, blowing my house down. Her hips are jumping up and down. She almost bucks me off.

“Wait, I’m going to come if you keep sucking me,” I mumble.

“So? That’s the whole idea, isn’t it?” she asks.

“Yeah, but the first time I want to be deep in your pussy. I want you to feel my semen spurting into your unprotected pussy.”

She turns around and kisses me deeper than I have ever been kissed before. It was almost as good as sex. Almost. She opens her legs and nods her consent. I roll in between her legs and slide my engorged member up to her virginal opening. She has her eyes shut tight.

“Open your eyes,” I instruct. “I want you to watch as your girlhood flies away.”

She opens her beautiful eyes and stares down her body at my approaching cock. The head slips in. I don’t get very far until I feel the resistance of her hymen.

“Do it now!” She orders.

I thrust into her hard and feel the flimsy evidence of her innocence depart. She screams quietly and a tear starts down her face. I lick it off.

“Hold still for a minute,” she requests.

Sooner than expected, I feel her hips start to sway.

“OK, now make love to me,” she cries.

“Yes maam,” I comply.

I start stroking in and out. She is making little grunting noises that really charge my batteries. Her pussy is very, very tight. We can’t go too fast until she is completely lubed

“Can you go faster?” she asks. . Her juices are now flowing freely and it is time to get it on!

I pick up the pace, knowing she is now ready. I am moving into her faster and faster almost completely out of control.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she pants. “So good. I never suspected it would be like this. Harder, harder.”

My sweat glistens in the rising sun and mingles with her’s. We are getting slippery. It just gets better and better. Soon her breathing becomes ragged and she starts twitching.

“What is happening to me?” she cries.

“You are getting ready to come. Don’t fight it. You’ll love it,” I say as I start to stroke faster.

She is totally out of control. Sanity has fled. She is now a pure, sexual animal. Her nails dig into my back. I don’t care. I am also lost in bliss.

I feel her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock. I know it is time. My member swells and lengthens. She is milking me like a cow. She stiffens and screams. I drive into her as deeply as I can and start squirting my baby juice deep into her womanhood. She keeps coming and coming. I don’t want to stop and neither does she, but all good things must come to an end. I collapse on top of her, totally spent. She is gasping for air. I roll to one side and my cock pops out.

“I should have started this last year,” she laments.

“If you had, you’d be home with the kids right now instead of being ravaged beside a creek,” I tell her.

She smiles at me. I feel like a million bucks. I take her into my arms and hug her tightly.

“I love you so much. I’ll never let you go,” I swear to her.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but I am now,” she pants. “I hope I’m getting pregnant right now! Can we do it again?”

“You’ll have to wait until our cock recovers,” I say.

“Our cock?” she asks.

“Well, sure if you want it, it’s yours.”

“Let’s get dressed, go back to the cabin, eat lunch, do it some more and plan our next fishin’ trip,” she says.

“I’m for that!” I answer.

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Just For a Day Pt. 01

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Chapter One

Another car was speeding past when I opened my eyes again. I pulled up my wrist to check the time. Nearly one in the morning. I felt the bus shake a bit as we drove over what must have been a small rock. Everyone around me was sleeping. I opened the curtain for the window a little more to try and see where we were. Nothing. It was completely dark except for car lights moving around us. I pulled the blanket I had over my legs higher towards my chest as I felt a cold shiver run over me. My mom was sitting next to me with her head tilted backwards. She was sleeping.

We must have been on the road for almost a nearly two days now. I felt the familiar feeling of dread wash over me again. A new city, a new school, the new kid again. I really didn’t want to leave everything behind and move to a new place. I just got used to the lights and large city of Seattle and now we are off again. Duluth Minnesota. I have never even heard of it until my mom told me about her new work last week. My mom is basically a Butler’s right-hand maid. She cleans and runs the household, makes sure the other cleaning staff do their work and attends to any other needs the butler of the house may require her to do.

I have never been shy of what she was or of our poor stature. My mom has always tried to provide me with the things I need, but we had gone through some rough patches. I was usually mocked for either being poor or my mom being a maid. I have no idea who my father is. My mom never talks about him and only said he left when I was a baby. So, it’s just been us my whole life. I felt my mom stir next to me as she moved her body more upwards to be more comfortable. I noticed another grey hair caught the light of a moving car passing us. My mom was still beautiful in my eyes.

My grandmother was white, and my grandad was a Latino she fell in love with during her early years being a nurse. My mom told me that my father was also white and that made me one part three Latino. I had a light caramel skin; brown semi curly hair and I was about five foot seven tall. The only thing that made me look different than my mom was the fact that I had piercing dark blue greenish eyes. I was rather athletic also as I used to like going for a run in the park where we stayed in Seattle. I was never really into sports as I changed schools regularly. Now I am off to my senior year. I was really hoping to go to college once I’m done this year. I have a passion for drawing and all things art.

My mom was saving up some money each month for me to go to New York and study at the Art School there, but I’m not sure my dream would ever turn into a reality. The bus continued to hum as we drove down the freeway. I think we would reach Duluth some time in the morning if I remembered correctly what the driver said a few hours ago. I moved my legs closer to the seat and pulled my jumper tighter against me. Since we don’t have much money, the bus we were driving in was relatively cheap and only the front side was any warmer. I reached down towards my small travel back and pulled out a small flask of coffee my mom made a few hours ago. It was still warm. I felt myself heat up a bit as I took a few sips from it. I placed the flask back inside my back and pulled the blanket higher. I turned my head towards the window and closed my eyes.

“Lucian Honey… Wake up. We are here.” My mom was shaking me on the shoulder.

I opened my eyes. It was morning and the bus stopped. People were getting up and taking their bags out from the overheads. My mom was smiling at me as I rubbed my eyes.

“Did you sleep ok?” she asked as she was folding up the blanket, she had over her.

“Bit sore… Are we at the last stop?” I asked as I got up.

“Yup. We are taking a cab from here to the Robertson’s.”

I picked up my bag and placed the blanket inside. I had just a moments glimpse of my sketch book before I zipped the bag closed. I always travel with a book to sketch wherever I go. Inspiration can strike you anywhere.

We waited for more people to get off the bus as we were sitting quite at the back. After a few minutes I walked off and felt the cool air hit my face. Winter was almost here. I walked with my mom to the small stand next to the stop. The seat was cold when I sat down and felt the sting go right through the sweat pants I was wearing. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. Ten past nine.

We waited for about thirty minutes before a cab pulled up. My mom greeted the driver as he took our luggage and load it into the back. Ten minutes later we were on our way again. My butt now severely cold from the metal bus seat.

Chapter Two

The road was relatively short, but it seems the Robertson’s didn’t like neighbours. The house and “house” were a strong word as it looked more like a mansion, was located next to a small hill overlooking Lake Superior. There were no other buildings in sight. The cab pulled in and drove through the open gate towards the görükle escort bayan entrance. There was a man wearing a black suit waiting at the steps for us. I looked up towards the three-story mansion and tried guessing how many rooms it would have.

These people must be beyond rich I thought to myself as I looked upwards to try and see into one of the windows. The cab came to a halt and I opened my door to get out.

“Good Morning Miss Bardon.” The guy in the suit said as he walked towards my mother with his hand out.

“Morning Mr. Robertson” She polity replied.

“Oh! No, my dear. My name is Mr Berkley. I am the Butler of this fine estate. Mr Robertson and his wife will arrive this evening back from Spain.” He amusingly replied while gesturing for her to move upwards the steps.

I had the distinct feeling he was not aware I was there next to the car or maybe thought I was the cab unpacker. I melt myself get a little warm around the cheeks. My mom however would not have it.

“Wait… My son Lucian.” She said as she turned around towards my direction.

I felt his eyes fall on me and lingered on my curly brown hair that must have been waiving each in its own direction.

“Hi.” Was all I could say as I picked up my bag the driver took out the car.

“Mmm… Yes, Good Morning Mr Lucian.” He said and quickly turned around to face the house.

“Please follow me.” As he started climbing the stairs with a walk of importance.

We climbed the steps in silence all the way up towards a massive wooden door. It was carved with spirals and large shapes. Beautifully varnished with some sort of dark oil or something. As we entered the main door, I felt my jaw drop open. Every part of the main entrance hall was covered in white marble. From the floors, the walls and even the grand staircase leading up. A massive crystal chandelier was hanging in the middle, sparkling like thousands of diamonds.

“It’s a beautiful house.” My mom said as she looked up towards the chandelier.

“Yes. Mrs Robertson takes great pride in it. She designed it herself you know. Fourteen Bedrooms, seven bathrooms and two kitchens.” Mr Berkley replied looking as if he just announced the Queen’s arrival.

I noticed the echo immediately after he spoke. It sounded like a great hall where musicians would perform.

“You will both be staying in the servant’s quarters at the back of the house. Mr Randall will show you.” and almost immediately a short old man with grey hair came through one of the doors in the back

“Good morning Miss Bardon. If you will please follow me.” Mr Randall said while giving my mom a small bow.

We greeted the much friendlier looking Mr Randall and followed suit. We walked through the door he just came from which leaded to a long hallway. I felt a feeling of shame when Mr Berkley announced we would be staying in the servant’s quarters.

“You can call me Bill. I am the caretaker of the yard and pretty much the handy man around here.” Mr Randall said as we walked.

“I’m Miranda and this is Lucian.” My mom replied and pointed towards me.

“Please to meet you. You will have to excuse Mr Berkley. He thinks rather highly of himself. Very good at what he does though.” Bill said as he opened the door at the end of the passage for us to pass through.

We entered what appeared to be the main kitchen. Large slabs of marble decorated the wooden cabinets of the work spaces and white marble all over the floor. I was for a moment unsure where he was leading us, but he gestured for us to walk towards the back door of the kitchen.

“Your rooms are at the back of the yard and not connected to the house.” He said as he led us outside.

A massive yard welcomed us with a green patch of lawn any rugby team would love to practice on. The edges of the yard were closed from any outside view by massive trees all planted in a row. To the side of the grass was an Olympic sized swimming pool surrounded by huge rock art formations.

As we reached the quarters where we would be staying, I realised it was more of a very small house than just a room. There was a large tree in front of the small house that hid it from view from the main mansion. I felt almost at home.

“Thank you so much Mr Randall… I mean Bill.” My mom said and smiled.

Mr Randall bowed again and walked back towards the garden.

“Well… What do you think?” My mom asked as she turned towards me.

I looked back at the small house.

“Looks really cosy.” I replied as we both walked towards the door of our new home.

Chapter Three

The following morning, I woke up with the sound of birds singing outside my window. I lifted myself up from bed and looked around my room again. I was staying in the smallest room the house. My mom took the larger one only after she offered it to me and me refusing to take it. I pulled my socks over my feet and felt a cold nip in the air as I got altıparmak eskort out the bed. The ceiling was low ad I only had one window looking out towards the side of the garden. I couldn’t see the mansion at all. It was a Saturday.

I heard my mom in the house busy with something. As I got up to pull a sweatshirt over my naked chest the smell of toast fills my nose. Mom was making breakfast it seems. I pulled on a pair of black slippers and left my room.

“Morning.” I said as I entered lounge.

The house had only two small rooms with an open plan kitchen lounge.

“Hi sweetie. Are you hungry?” My mom asked as he kissed me on the cheek.

“Not that much. I would kill for some water though.” I replied and pulled a glass out the cupboard.

“Listen, I have to go to the main house as Mr Berkley wants to introduce me to the Robertson’s, show me the interior of the house and teach me the rules.” My mom said as she placed two slices of toast on a plate and handed it to me.

“Oh ok.” I replied and started on the first slice.

A few minutes later I found myself alone sitting on the couch. There was no TV and no radio. I could hear a leaf blower far in the distance and the sound of a few birds outside. I had no idea what to do. I was in a strange new place, new environment and I wasn’t even sure if I could walk in the garden. At least in Seattle we stayed in a small apartment and I was free to go where I wanted to. I decided I could at least sit under the tree outside and view everything that goes on.

I brushed my teeth and pulled on a pair of sneakers. I walked outside and felt the sun on my skin as I walked around the house towards the massive tree. I had my sketch book in my hand with my favourite pencil. I wanted to see if I could get a good view of the mansion.

I sat down with my back against the tree, opened a new page and started drawing. The back of the mansion was almost just impressive as the front. Large windows and statues adorned the walls and roof. I must have been drawing for about two hours when a sudden voice behind me jumped me out of my skin.

“Wow that’s really good.” A young guy about my age said whilst looking down at my sketch.

“Jesus!” I yelled out loud and quickly got up.

“Sorry man!” He quickly apologised and held out his hand.

“My names Brandon and I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled at me.

“Lucian and you didn’t scare me…” I replied feeling myself blush.

“Ok… I like your drawing by the way. You seem really talented.” He said as he tried to look at my half finished drawing of the mansion.

I held out the sketch book for him to look at al the while still feeling my heart pound in my chest.

“Sorry… I’m not entirely sure who you are.” I said while looking at him.

He had dark golden blonde hair with a brown tanned skin and blue green eyes similar to mine. He was about a few inches taller than I was with a larger build body. He looked like he must have played football or something.

“Oh Sorry. I’m Brandon Robertson. My parents own the house.” He said giving me a toothy smile and pointing towards the mansion.

“Oh…Erm Hi…” I felt immediately awkward. The shame of who I was and what my mom was, was washing over me.

I am used to rich guys like him always bullying me for being poor. He must have sensed it as well.

“Your mom seems really nice and I like her already.” He said looking at me with another smile.

“Thanks… She is a nice person yeah…” Feeling myself getting red in the face.

“You should come look at my secret hobby. Nobody knows about it.” He quickly said while looking me in the eyes.

It made me feel a bit weird. I’ve never really had friends before in my life let alone someone look at me like that.

“Erm ok… But I’m not sure if I’m allowed inside the house?” I nervously asked.

“You’re kidding, right??” Brandon asked while looking at me shocked.

“Of course, you are! Why wouldn’t you be?” He yelled out loud, but I could tell he has never asked “the help’s children” in the house before and I felt myself getting angry again for thinking about myself in that way.

“Come! Ill show you my room and we can play some PlayStation as well. You like Devil May Cry?” He asked excitedly as if he has never had a friend over before.

Five minutes later I found myself entering a large room every boy would do anything to live in. Action figures was on every shelf. All of them in sealed boxes. There was a massive plasma TV against the one wall with every PlayStation game you can think of in shelfs pack around it. The one shelf was completely covered in comic books. He had a desk in the corner with the most beautiful gaming PC I have ever seen. Brandon was a rich good-looking jock that played video games. That was a first for me.

“What do you think?” He excitedly asks.

“Wow… I have never seen so many games in one location before.” nilüfer escort I replied looking at his extensive PS4 game collection.

“Really? I always think I need more and feel like I have barely anything to play.” He said while pulling his face into a thinking look.

“Oh well! We can definitely play some if you want? Or are you hungry? I haven’t eaten breakfast yet now that I think about it.” He answered himself without giving me time to reply.

He walked over to a small white box on the wall of his room.

“Berkley. I am hungry and would like some breakfast taken up to my room please.” Brandon said friendly into the speaker.

“Very well Mr Brandon. I will bring some immediately.” Came the reply from the speaker.

“Actually wait. I have a friend over and we will come down to eat.” Brandon quickly said into the speaker after looking at me.

I felt a weird feeling in my gut build up in me. What will Mr Berkley say when he seems me with Brandon?

“Very Well.” Me Berkley replied on the speaker again.

“Come on. Let’s go down to get some food.” Brandon quickly said and beckoned me to follow him.

We made our way downstairs to a large dining room with a table that could easily seat twenty people. As we entered the room Mr Berkley was busy setting up the table with two kitchen staff I haven’t seen before. He lifted his head as we walked closer.

“Good morning Mr Brandon. Aah… I see you met Mr Lucian as well. How nice of you two to get along.” He said flatly as we both grabbed a chair opposite each other.

“Yeah. Think I made a new best buddy actually.” Brandon replied and winked at me.

I felt a weird flutter in my stomach but said nothing.

We ate Bacon, Ham, toast, eggs and sausages that was delivered in large bowls to the table. The weirdest think I have experienced from the whole thing was the fact that the cutlery was all silver. I have never held and silverware before. Such wealth.

After breakfast both me and Brandon went back up to his room again to check out some of his games for the PlayStation. We tried his favourite first – Devil May Cry. Me been having never played on a PlayStation before meant I sucked terribly. After a few hours and about twelve different other games, we decided to just chill and talk.

I learned a lot about Brandon. He really is one of the most laid-back guys I’ve ever met. He if very popular in school as his parents are extremely wealthy. He is however unlike any popular guy I’ve ever met. He never lets his parent’s wealth go to his head and always tries to be humble. None knows about his secret game passion though and no one is allowed to go to his room. So, he keeps some part of his life secret from his friends. He had a girlfriend as well, but he broke up with her and won’t say too much about why. I think she was just the wrong girl or something.

I have never had a relationship before, and no girl has ever come up to me out of the blue to say hi. It was midday when he asked me.

“Want to go see what Duluth looks like?” He asked.

“Erm ok. Yeah… Maybe you can show me where I will be going to school from Monday.” I replied as we both got up from the couch in his room.

Brandon led me down to the garage. My mouth fell open and he just stared at me. I was looking at the most beautiful Chevrolet Camaro I’ve ever seen. I had the sudden sense of familiarity to it.

“Is this…” I asked but he replied before I could finish.

“Yup! I really loved the movies and just had to have the car. So, I asked my parents for it on my eighteenth birthday.”

“Wow! Can’t say I’ve ever seen Bumblebee in real life before. Does it transform also?” I asked laughing.

“I wish! HAHA!” He replied also laughing.

We drove around for hours. He showed me all the hangout spots, the school, the mall and all his favourite places. We were sitting by the pier just looking out when he spoke again.

“Thanks for coming with me today Lucian.”

“Wait? What?” I quickly asked back.

“I am the one to say thank you! This was really a fun day and can’t remember the last time I actually enjoyed myself so much.”

He gave me a sly smile.

“Don’t worry about it! I had just as fun. It’s really cool to be myself towards someone who doesn’t judge me or expect anything from me. You really are an awesome guy.” Brandon said while looking at me and giving me a weird feeling in my stomach again.

“Do you want to go back?” He asked as he got up from the bench we were sitting on.

“Er sure…” I replied.

Chapter Four

We pulled in by the mansion again about thirty minutes later. I noticed a black Mercedes being there that wasn’t when we left.

“I think my parents are home. Do you want to meet them?” Brandon asks as he closed the car door behind him and looking at me.

I wasn’t sure what to say. I felt awkward and a bit scared at meeting them. There was no time however to reflect on what my emotions were as the next moment the side door that connects the house and the garage door opened. A tall man with light hair and a stern face entered.

“Hi dad, welcome back.” Brandon said and his face light up.

“Who is this?” Mr Robertson asked looking at me and not blinking.

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Chapter 2

Day 5 – Wednesday

Vanessa woke to a still house, as quiet as could be. This wasn’t unusual as she was not working and sleeping in had become a regular habit for her unemployed self. Jennifer was typically over at her boyfriend’s apartment however, so for her to be gone could have meant they had gotten back together. Peeking out the window, Vanessa noted her sister’s car was still in the driveway, so either he picked her up or she was sleeping in too.

Wearing her pajama shorts and t-shirt she climbed out of bed and popped into the kitchen. The living room was empty as was the hallway; nobody was home. Just to be sure though she called out, “Mom! Jennifer! Anybody home?” There was a sigh of relief from her, glad to realize that Jen must have gotten back together with her man. Her sister had been such an odd duck lately. She poured a glass of milk, downed it in a hurry and went to watch television when she passed her sister’s room. The door was closed. It wasn’t a conscious act to check up on her sibling, but Vanessa knew her sister left the door open when she wasn’t home.

Vanessa knocked quietly, “Jen?” With no answer she poked her head into the room and looked at the bed which was disheveled but devoid of any bodies. Her sister wasn’t anywhere to be seen. What was on her bed, however, caught the nineteen year old’s attention. Adult magazines and sex toys were strewn all over the bed. “Jen?” she repeated, walking in.

‘Lesbian Licks’, ‘Dyke Desires’, ‘Luscious Lesbos’… The magazines were clearly homosexual in nature. One in particular caught her attention which was next to the pillow, a slickened vibrator next to it: ‘Family Affairs — Lesbian Edition’. Looking up Vanessa noted that the walls were plastered with posters of girls, sometimes posing by themselves, sometimes kissing each other.

The teenager curled her upper lip in disgust. “Gross!” she called out. Even though she felt disgusted at the sight of the pornographic trove, she rummaged through all the items on the bed. The whole idea of being with a girl was plain disgusting. She had a couple of friends who Vanessa was sure had experimented — it was enough to make the teen end the relationship. “This shit is just nasty,” she said snobbishly.

As she did, her older sister Jennifer crept silently up behind her. She was dressed in tight jeans and her tight t-shirt that said “Sorry boys, I lick pussy”. She had many more on order but for now this would be her favorite. Her eyeliner was dark and her hair down and wild looking. She slid her hands along Vanessa’s waist in a way that family would never normally touch. “Like what you see, little sister?”

Vanessa jumped back, pushing her sister’s hands away. “What the fuck, Jen? You scared me!” She stepped back, startled and annoyed with her sister. Gesturing to the room she snapped, “What is all this shit? What the hell are you wearing? I thought you straight? What happened to your boyfriend? And being ‘strictly dickly’? Isn’t that what you used to say?”

Jen smiled, “Let’s just say I changed my mind.” Jen stepped closer and Vanessa stepped back again and pivoted to where she was up against the wall. Her big sister came closer, putting her hands on her waist and moving them up toward her breasts.

Vanessa was no longer disgusted but fearful, “What are you doing? I’m your sister!”

“I know. I just can’t help it. The idea of fucking a girl gets me so hot now. And the idea of fucking my little sister makes me even hotter!”

“Wait! Don’t!”

Jen manhandled her sister, groping her and kissing her neck and her mouth. Vanessa tried to push her older sister away but she was much taller and stronger. Jennifer grabbed her by the hands and held them over her head, pinning her wrists up. It was as if she was possessed with superhuman strength, locking her arms above her. Using her free hand, Jennifer reached into Vanessa’s panties and fingered her clit. She felt moistness between her soft folds and groaned, “You have a nice wet little cunt, sis. I can’t wait to taste it.”

“No! This is incest! I don’t even like girls!” Vanessa cried. What was strange was her body reacting the way it did. Her vagina was wet, but she didn’t know why. She certainly wasn’t enjoying this attack. Vanessa pushed her body against her big sister’s to get away, but it was no use. The girl held her fast against the wall. All she managed to do was get closer to Jen so that their bodies were writhing against each other. One attempting to get away, one preventing that.

Jen kept rubbing her sister’s pussy and then slipped her fingers into her hole. Damn it was tight! Two digits shoved their way in and soon görükle escort Jennifer was finger-banging her little sister against her will. “That’s it, Vanessa. Come on… Cum for your big sis!”

Vanessa felt the penetration of her sister’s fingers and the clever manipulation of Jen’s thumb against her clit. It felt so good, so amazing, which made the treachery all the more shocking. She wasn’t a lesbian and she certainly had no attraction to her own flesh and blood. Yet her own body was betraying her, shuddering in pleasure from the stimulation. Soon a short and powerful orgasm twisted its way through her gut. What humiliation bubbled up from within the younger sibling knowing sexual pleasure in such an involuntary way. Jennifer let go, panting lustfully like an animal, a crazed look in her eyes as she ogled her sister.

The nineteen year old took the opportunity to jump away and out of the door. “Don’t do that again ever! I don’t care what the fuck you do with your life but I am not a lesbian!” She stormed out of the room, guilt ridden and violated from the lesbian assault by her own sister.

Jennifer shouted after her sister, “You will be!!” The door slammed on the other side of the house and the older sister smiled evilly. She repeated, “You will be.”

****

Vanessa spent the rest of the day locked up in her room. Her sister left the house shortly after the attack, but Vanessa didn’t want to risk leaving the safety of her room. Around dinner time she finally chanced coming out to eat a quick dinner and take a shower. She washed her crotch over and over, trying to strip away the filthy memory from her private parts. Vanessa kept listening for Jennifer, afraid she might come back. Every call she placed to her mom went unanswered. She couldn’t talk to her friends. She couldn’t call the police. The teenager spent the hours crying in her room, trying to understand what had happened.

Eventually she put on her mp3 player and tried to distract herself with some music, napping here and there. Vanessa’s dreams were short and frightening, filled with images of her older sister grabbing her. Worse still Vanessa woke up feeling aroused which confused her even more. Tears flowed and she did her best not to fall asleep. There was something else, something quiet and unnerving beneath her waking thoughts and sleeping visions.

…Sexy…

…Hot…

…Dirty…

It was a sound- no, a voice? Vanessa turned up the music and closed her eyes.

Unbeknownst to Vanessa, Jennifer and Dallas parked on the sidewalk and snuck into the house. They both spoke in low voices in the darkened hallway, mother and daughter both holding the statue and caressing it with their fingertips. Dallas look mesmerized, just the way her oldest daughter wanted her.

Jennifer, confident that the idol’s influence was complete, commanded her mother to action, “Do it, mommy. Go to her. You know you want to.”

****

Vanessa was lying in bed alone, reading a book and feeling sullen when there was a rap on the door. She jumped at the sound, the fears of her sister’s forced lesbian act all coming back to her. She exhaled in relief when her mother’s voice came through the door, “Honey, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“Yeah, hold on a sec,” Vanessa answered. She hopped off the bed, unlocked her door, and retreated back to her mattress as her mother entered.

Dallas walked in wearing a fluffy terrycloth robe with something wooden protruding from the pocket. Her maternal instincts were not masked despite the idol’s corruption as she noticed her daughter’s upset face, “Vanessa, what’s wrong?”

“Mom, where have you been all day. I tried calling your cell but you didn’t answer.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I was out shopping all day. What’s wrong?” she repeated.

All day Vanessa had rehearsed how she was going to bring up what happened with Jennifer. But now that her mother was face to face with her she had no idea what to say. How do you tell your mom that your sister sexually assaulted you? “Nothing,” is all that she managed to let loose. “It’s just been a terrible day.”

“Didn’t you have a date tonight?”

“Yeah, I just couldn’t go on it. Jennifer and I had a fight this morning. Kinda anyways.”

“What were you and your sister fighting about?” Dallas knew — she knew every last detail. Jennifer had come to meet her for lunch with the idol in hand. Her daughter handed it to her and confessed the last few days’ events. While the two sat in her SUV parked in the multilevel garage near her job, Jennifer related what had happened in every terrible detail, including the finger fucking she gave Vanessa. Dallas was mortified, eskort bayan but when she tried to jump out of the SUV to get some air she found her hand practically glued to the idol that now kept her fixed to her seat. Her daughter then proceeded to finger her mother right there in the parking lot, making her orgasm to every detail about the lesbian attack she perpetrated on poor Vanessa. It was terrifying… It was stimulating… It was perverse… It was sexy… And now here she was doing the bidding of the voice in her head. Dallas was told to play ignorant and so she would do so, for now.

“Nothing I want to talk about. It’s just that Jennifer is acting really weird lately. Haven’t you noticed?” If Vanessa thought that her mom was involved, she certainly didn’t show it.

“Yes, I did. For the last couple of days. I think it has something to do with this-“. Dallas pulled the Idol of Lesbos out and showed it to her daughter.

Vanessa cocked her head, “That’s that statue she got the other day, right? Why would this make her act differently?”

“Here, hold it in your hands. It might make more sense.” Dallas was trembling slightly, the last scraps of her normal life fading as the idol wormed its way into her judgment.

Vanessa took it in her hand and immediately started to feel sexually aroused. Power flowed through the wooden statue as she gasped. The voice was in her head. It had been there all week long — she was sure of it. Quiet, in the background, subtle. It was the voice that told her she could be aroused at any woman’s touch, even the violent penetrative finger fucking her sister gave her earlier. Now the voice was screaming in her brain with no way to turn it off.

Pussy is all that matters.

Men no longer are important.

Sexual pleasure is everything.

Women are everything.

You are a slave to your desires.

Touch your pussy.

Masturbate now.

Despite the embarrassment of feeling so aroused in her mom’s presence, Vanessa struggled to create a coherent thought. She gripped the Idol tightly. Her hand slowly crept toward her panties as she started rubbing it. She was scared and tried to stop, but found resistance a worthless endeavor. “Mom! What’s happening to me?”

Dallas stood there, a smile creeping thinly over her lips. “The Idol is changing you, sweetheart.”

Vanessa shook her head and trying to push the thoughts out of her mind, but she failed. She continued to grip the idol and finger herself. She managed to gasp out a question she already knew the answer to, “Changing me into what?”

“Changing you into a lesbian, my beautiful daughter,” Dallas answered matter-of-factly. “Just like it changed your sister. And just like it changed me.”

“But I like boys! I don’t want to like girls. I- I- I can’t stop thinking about… About… Pussy…” Vanessa purred as she slipped her fingers into her wet hole, which just twelve hours ago was occupied by her sister’s violating fingers. Thousands of images bombarded her brain of women from every time and country, every age and race, all engaging in lesbian sex. The idol wanted her converted and it was working fast.

Dallas let the robe drop off her frame to reveal her black stockings, black boots, and a big black strap-on dildo. She climbed on the bed and began fondling her youngest daughter. Starting with kisses to her baby Vanessa’s neck, Dallas quickly felt the need to touch her everywhere, her hands roaming her stomach and hips and thighs and perky nipples.

Vanessa was shocked. None of the images in her mind were of her mother or her sister, but here she was allowing her mom to touch her while she masturbated uncontrollably. “Mom! What are you doing to me!?”

“I’m finishing what your sister started this morning. I’m going to make sure my sweet innocent daughter is a naughty… lesbian… whore.”

Dallas ripped Vanessa’s panties off and brought her mouth close to her beautiful trimmed bush. Pushing the teenager’s hands away, she flicked her tongue across her daughter’s clit and watched as Vanessa went crazy with pleasure. Soon Dallas was devouring the girl’s mound, tasting her juices and fingering her tight pussy simultaneously. Brought to the brink of orgasmic pleasure, Dallas pulled away from her daughter and climbed between her legs. The middle aged mother of two teased her daughter’s pussy with the strap-on, rubbing it along the mound and driving her nuts with desire. At just the right moment she plunged the phallus into her daughter’s deepness and buried the strap-on all the way up in her. Vanessa screamed in pleasure as her mother humped her.

Just then, Jennifer altıparmak escort walked in smiling, wearing her “I lick pussy” t-shirt and white thigh-high stockings with no panties. “Keep going, mom. Fuck my sister hard.”

The encouragement brought Dallas a new vigor in perversity. She stared into Vanessa’s eyes who lay beneath her, “Oh take it baby. Take mommy’s big strap-on.”

The kinky words only brought the taboo pleasure more emphasis and Vanessa wailed. Jen walked to side of bed and got face-to-face with her sister. Her mom continued to slide her strap-on in and out of her daughter’s pussy. “You like that little sis? How does it feel having mom fuck you like that?”

Vanessa shuddered, “Soooo good!”

“Do you want to fuck your boyfriend?”

“No!!”

“Can you even think about a man?”

“No!!”

“What do you want, little sister?”

“Girls!!”

Jennifer grabbed her sister’s hair and yanked it hard, “Are you going to be my lesbian slut now?”

“I’m your slut, sister! I want you so bad now!!”

“I thought lesbians were gross? Isn’t that what you said today?” Jennifer patronized.

“Oh I was wrong…” Vanessa crooned. “So wrong… I’m sorry, sis! I love it!”

Dallas flipped her daughter over with ease so that she rested on her knees. The strap-on dildo found its way back into the hungry cunt of her daughter as she pounded the nineteen year old without remorse. Jennifer climbed onto the bed and opened her legs wide, inviting the younger daughter’s oral pleasures. Crazed with lust, Vanessa dove into her older sister’s shaved pussy and licked it hungrily.

“That’s it, sis. Lick me. Lick your big sister’s pussy. Yeah you love it now don’t you bitch?” Jen was the very embodiment of the idol, reveling in the knowledge that her sister had crossed two taboo lines at her hands. One into lesbianism, the other into an incestuous act.

Vanessa orgasmed, screaming loudly, “I’m CUMMING, MOMMY!!”

The three women changed positions, with Dallas removing her strap-on and straddling Vanessa’s face. The youngest daughter opened her legs wide while she licked her mother’s slit, an act that just begged for Jennifer to grab the strap-on and put it on.

“That’s it. Lick mommy’s pussy,” Dallas cried. “It feels soo good…. Soo bad… My own daughter’s tongue up inside me!”

Jennifer fully adorned the strap-on and started fucking her sister while her mother ground her pussy all over her Vanessa’s mouth.

“I love fucking my sister’s little cunt.”

Dallas’s clit was throbbing as she looked down and watched one daughter slam that black toy in and and out of the other. The wicked act sent a shockwave through her that was more a convulsion than an orgasm. It was too much to bear additional stimulation to her clit so Dallas climbed off her daughter’s face and lay down next to Vanessa. It was so sexy watching the daughters she raised engaged in such a lustful lesbian act. It wasn’t long before her own fingers were plunging in and out of her box, encouraging them to continue. “Fuck your sister, Jen! Shove that big black cock in her! Stretch her out. Ruin her so the boys can never satisfy her.”

Jennifer responded, “Oh I am, mom! I’m going to fuck her every day. And every night. She’s going to be my little queer girl from now on. My SISTER slave. My little INCESTUOUS whore.”

Vanessa was beyond the normal realms of pleasure. Supernatural powers were bringing her to a place where every wicked act that could be performed on her by her mother and sister were delicious and desirous. “I’m gonna cum again! I’m gonna cum! More!”

“Tell me what you are, little sister. What do you want to be?”

“I’m a queer girl! I’m a queer girl! I’m your whore, sister! FUCK! CUMMING!!”

Jennifer didn’t bother to slow down. The post-coital shock of being penetrated made even the idol-influenced act one that Vanessa had to rest from. She pushed at her sister’s body, desperately trying to get her to stop. Only after Jennifer was satisfied with her cruel thrusts did she end the act, however. The strap-on came off and the two daughters climbed between their mom’s legs and licked her, swapping tongues and deep kisses in between.

“Such naughty incestuous daughters I have….” Their mother groaned. “Kiss your sister nice and deep.”

Watching them flick their tongues in each other’s mouths was so utterly nasty. French kissing daughters poised right above her crotch. She needed them… “Now lick your mother’s cunt! Make mommy cum!”

It did not take long for them to comply with their mother’s wishes. Their cheeks and lips slick with her juice, Dallas came once more before the night was through. When they were done, they all collapsed in a heap of lesbian flesh. Fondling each other and the Idol simultaneously. Each one of them whispered with a satisfied voice.

“No more boys. Only girls.”

The idol was nowhere close to finished with the family, however.

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Babes

Now that I had a taste for it I wanted more.

Charles made me retell my version of our toilet block adventure for him. My sissy clit twitched appreciatively when Charles sent me this, “Princess it was sensationally erotic to see you on your knees in that squalid place wearing those pretty panties for your Master. Now Princess twice you have proven to your Master that you are willing to perform for Him. THREE times’ a charm Princess.”

My knees went weak as a rush of ecstasy swept through my body. If I hadn’t been sitting I would have fallen down. “THREE times’ a charm…” I whispered giddy with anticipation. The memory of Charles’ cock spurting jets of hot cum over my face made me swoon with gurlie boi glee.

In a daze of over stimulation I responded, “Please Sir, make Your Princess charming!”

Charles responded promptly. The tone of his no nonsense email was curt and demanding, “Princess, you will be at this location. Wearing this. Tomorrow!” The email contained two attachments, one a map with an address and instructions, the other an image with a link to a website. The location was intriguing, the image spell binding.

Ignoring the map I immediately went to the indicated web page to read enthralled, soaking up every detail of “Palace Alice”. Alice in Wonderland, Charles wanted me to be his Alice in Wonderland Princess. I sat spellbound staring dreamy eyed at the image of a young woman wearing the briefest of costumes. The photo radiated innocence and sex. Before long my mind had superimposed my face over the young woman’s and my sissy clit tingled knowingly.

Charles wanted me tomorrow so there would be no opportunity to order the costume anonymously over the net. I would have to go to the local store address listed. Staring mesmerized at the photo I convinced myself I could do it and went to get dressed.

Without thinking to far ahead I bathed and donned my most average looking street clothes over a pair of comfortable cotton panties with lovely pink ruffled edging. I hesitated before re-inserting my anal plug but was becoming used to the way it made me walk. Dreamily I couldn’t see why it would be an issue.

Smiling knowingly, I had to restrain myself from skipping down the street. My heart skipped a beat when I discovered the store front tucked away amongst a row of cluttered shop fronts. Trembling with gurlie anticipation I waltzed in from the bright sunlight into the stores gloom. The inky gloom gave the shop an aura of mystery that sent a flash of awareness through my heightened senses, I was about to become a real Princess for Charles.

“Can I help you?” the young woman’s voice startled me and I gasped dramatically. She giggled in response waiting with wide smiling eyes for my reply.

“Er no no,” I mumbled adding lamely, “Just looking.”

“Okay,” she chirped, “Call if you need anything.” I watched dumbly as she slipped effortlessly away through the cluttered aisles.

Taking a deep breath I started to shyly seek out the costume from the web page. There didn’t appear to be any rhyme nor reason to the shops layout and I found myself wandering about confused. Just as I was about to shriek with exasperation a female voice interrupted, “Not easy to find things in here,” it reasoned calmly.

Turning abruptly I found myself face to face with an older woman. She held my gaze waiting for me to answer. “Ah no,” I croaked trying to shake off my building frustration.

“Are you looking for anything in particular sir?” she inquired politely.

Her voice soothed me but I was far too nervous to admit the object of my search to her. She watched me serenely as I struggled for the right words eventually reaching out and gently tugging the slip of paper from my hand. I held my breath as she unfolded the page holding it up to the light to see better.

“Ah yes,” she murmured quietly, “Palace Alice, very popular choice sir.” She turned her gaze upon me once more and I felt myself melting before her eyes unsure whether to be excited or deeply ashamed.

This woman sensed my confusion and smiled warmly before whispering with a conspiratorial manner, “Is this for you sir?” And when I gasped she added mischievously, “Or for some one else?”

Flustered, “I, I, I,” was all I could manage as the kind lady slipped her hand beneath my arm and gently directed me towards the far arap porno side of the shop. I licked my lips and swallowed hard when she stopped me before a mannequin dressed in the costume I was seeking.

“I think you will find this is what you are looking for sir,” she announced far too loudly, reaching out to rearrange the hem. The mannequin was a blonde with little in the way of breasts that still strained against the thin material of the costume. I blanched at ever having thought that I could wear such an item. My matronly assistant seemed to grasp my reticence and whispered knowingly in my ear, “Don’t worry so sir, we have fit plenty young men into this outfit.”

I dared to look to see if she was for real or teasing me. She held my look nonchalantly, her face a neutral mask. Looking away for inspiration and the will to admit the costume was for me I started slightly when she called out, “Geraldine darling get me one of these in a ten will you please.”

Not knowing where to look I took a long shuddering breath when her fingers slipped about my arm and with a firm grip directed me towards a curtain at the back of the shop. “Please step in here sir,” she cajoled me sweeping aside the curtain and propelling me inside. It was a large well lit space for a shop change room with one chair, a clothes horse and several mirrors.

As she pulled the curtain closed the kind lady poked her head back inside to announce, “I’ll just see what is keeping that Geraldine.”

Flummoxed I didn’t know what to do with myself. Dithering between removing my clothes and fleeing from the shop I was jolted out of my reverie by an arm thrust between the curtains holding a “Palace Alice” costume. “Here you are sir,” the woman sang out from the other side whilst waving the garment to get my attention.

Hesitantly I accepted the costume winching when she sang out again, “Will you be requiring any assistance sir?”

“Uhm, no no,” I managed to stutter embarrassed.

“Just call if you need me then,” she answered assuredly, “those things can be difficult to get on the first time.”

To the sound of her heels clicking away I turned towards the nearest mirror and held the costume before me. Thinking of pleasing Charles I took a deep shuddering breath and set the costume delicately down on the chair. With a quick check to make sure the curtain was closed properly I set about disrobing.

Just as I was stepping out of pants the woman’s arm thrust through the curtain startling so much that I shrieked. The arm was holding out a white petticoat and the woman was saying something about it not being part of the package as I struggled to get my trousers back on.

As I pulled them up to my hips the woman’s head suddenly appeared and in a concerned voice inquired, “Is everything alright sir?” She asked it innocently but I flushed a deep red turning abruptly away so that she wouldn’t see that I was wearing panties.

“Yes yes,” I squeaked obviously flustered and becoming some what distraught.

“There there now sir,” she murmured quietly slipping through the curtain and into the room. I held my hands up comically in an act of modesty that brought a small smile to her lips and a glitter of amusement to her eyes. “Now really sir,” she assured me, “no need for all that. We really do fit plenty of young men like yourself into these costumes.”

I stared at her shocked and dumbfounded as she advanced on me to gently but firmly take my wrists and move my arms to my sides. My head sagged forlornly as the woman took control.

I didn’t even dare to move when she pulled open my trousers before squatting on her haunches dragging my pants to the floor. I felt my entire body flush red as my cotton panties came into view and was stunned when she appeared to ignore them altogether. “Come now sir,” she prompted from her heels, “step out of these for me.”

In a state of awed confusion I did as she requested. She expertly drew my trousers off, folding them as she rose. She stopped half way to stare pointedly at the wedge the cleft of sissy clit made at the front of my panties. Tilting her head to one side she acknowledged matter-of-factly, “Aren’t those pretty sir.”

With practiced efficiency she removed the costume from its hanger as I gawked in stupefaction at her off handed manner. As I gaped she bedava porno detached the corset and held it out for me to step into. “Better to pull these things up than the struggle getting them over your head sir,” she advised knowingly.

Trembling slightly I stepped uncertainly into the bodice allowing her to pull it up into place. It was a tight fit but she assured me that it was better to be tight than loose. I nodded my head dumbly in agreement as she moved behind me to begin the task of lacing the corset up.

“Deep breath sir,” she sang out pulling on the laces tightly, “now exhale.” As I exhaled she tightened the laces more the corset pulling in snugly about my waist. “Hold it sir,” she cautioned as she deftly knotted the laces encasing my torso in boned satin.

It was so difficult to breath I was forced to pant. Ignoring my discomfort the lady retrieved the skirt and once more slipped onto her haunches to hold it open for me to step into. With expertise she pulled the skirt up into place deftly zipping the garment up after arranging it into its proper position.

She was humming quietly to herself as I watched my transformation in the mirrors. Like an automaton I stepped into the puffy petticoat when she held it open for me. I stared transfixed as she fluffed out the edging after pulling it into place. Stepping back she beamed with delight telling me, “Oh sir that looks wonderful.” With a more formal tone she added, “The petticoat is a must sir but it isn’t included with the costume.”

In the mirrors I could see myself from all angles. I stared captivated, enthralled. I barely noticed as the sales lady slipped out through the curtain. Stepping up onto my toes I performed a hesitant twirl gasping at the flash of knickers that showed when the skirt and petticoat flared out. Still finding it difficult to breath I watched myself bend at the waist and nearly swooned at the sight of my pantied bottom framed in the lush lace of the petticoat.

The sales lady returned to find me posing like that. She chuckled kindly when I yelped stumbling as I righted myself. “You look lovely sir,” she assured me while holding our a pair of white lace ruffled panty shorts, “may I suggest these to complete the ensemble?”

She nodded her head encouragingly as I reached out tentatively to brush my fingers over the luscious material. Melting into her calm eyes I murmured dreamily, “Oh yes please.”

As I panted and trembled with desire this lovely woman knelt before me and lifted the front of my petticoat and skirt. Gently she slipped her finger nails beneath the waist of my panties and pulled them down, holding them for me to step out of. With professional ease she folded them and set them aside before holding the ruffled shorts open for me to step into.

I quivered as she slowly slipped the luxurious panties up my legs, the material dragging seductively over my bare flesh. I couldn’t stop my gasp of surprise when this woman delicately folded my sissy clit back into place between my legs before slipping the panty up over my bum. I stood stalk still as she adjusted the lacy shorts terrified that she would inadvertently discover my other secret.

Just then the curtain was flung open exposing me to the entire shop. I stood stunned, frozen to the spot as the sales clerk Geraldine stood there holding out some merchandise smiling as nothing was amiss. “Really Geraldine,” hissed the sales lady briskly rising and taking the proffered items from the silly girl before firmly pushing her back into the store with a, “you must learn to be more discrete!”

She turned and gave me a very contrite look, stating wearily, “it is so difficult to get good help these days sir.”

With out wondering if that was an acceptable explanation for me she promptly resumed her position before me while removing a shoe from its packaging. “Lift,” she commanded tapping my foot lightly, still dazed from Geraldine’s visit I dutifully lifted the indicated foot so she could slip a black woman’s style high heeled shoe onto my foot. Forced to stand awkwardly on the one heal and my other tip toe I could only stare mystified as she pulled on what I was soon to learn was a shoe cover and lace it into place.

Trance like, I lifted my other foot for the same treatment then tottered before her from the unfamiliar cüce porno height. A long “aaaaahh,” escaped my lips as she allowed her nails to lightly rake my calves as she rose and stood before me. I was gasping and swaying slightly as she smirked with knowing delight at the effect she was having on me.

Holding my eye she blindly adjusted this and that of the costume allowing her hands to travel possessively over my body and beneath the skirt. When her fingers grazed across my bottom I tossed my head dramatically groaning with passion.

“You make a very fine Alice sir,” she murmured exuding secret knowledge on the subject as her nails dug suggestively into my lace covered bottom.

She watched me closely for the effect her words would have. I flushed slightly beneath her scrutiny and murmured a quiet, “Thank you Miss,” back.

Her smile turned wicked as her fingers slipped between my bottom cheeks to rest knowingly over my friend. She chuckled throatily as a couple of well placed pulses from her finger tips top my friend had me dancing before her.

“Oh yes sweety,” she purred, “you make a very wonderful Alice indeed.”

With out further comment she reached for a blonde wig in a bob style. “Kneel for me please,” she instructed me, tapping her toe as she waited for me to comply.

Dutifully I sank to my knees before her and allowed her to fit the wig to my head. Next she placed the matching bow head piece on before stepping back to admire her work.

“Very nice,” she exclaimed happily offering her hands to help me stand. “Yes yes, just the right touch to complete the look. You look divine,” the sales lady declared very pleased with her efforts.

I hardly recognised the reflection in the mirror even though I knew it was me. The heels streamlined my legs making them look sensational from my ankles to my bare thighs disappearing into a fluff of lacy petticoat. The petticoat and skirt flared out provocatively from where the tightly laced corset drew my waist in. It looked sensational and left fabulous.

Caught up in the fantasy of the moment I attempted a twirl which ended up with the sales lady saving me from crashing to the floor. With little effort the woman righted me until a swayed only slightly precariously on the heels. Steadying me with a firm hand she suggested that I take my time and get used to the new height.

“Oh thank you,” I gurgled shocked at how far down now seemed, “thank you for everything.” I gushed so very relieved that she had made the entire experience so wonderfully easy.

“Oh you are so welcome sweety,” beamed at me, “now take as long as you wish to climatise. Call if you need anything and I will see you outside. Now I have something I must attend to.” She added archly and swept out through the curtains.

As I carefully moved to check out my costume from every possible angle I heard “Geraldine,” screeched loudly outside in the shop. Turning to listen it was followed by a curt angry order of, “Come with me now!” A squeak of fear and perhaps pain was followed by a slamming door then deafening silence.

A trembling shiver rippled down my spine as I realised Geraldine was probably in a lot of trouble. Listening intently I could hear no more. I struggled to remove much of the unfamiliar costume even after stumbling to the floor. Once everything had been removed and I was in my own clothing I slipped out of the change room into the gloomy shop. The sales lady was behind the counter humming quietly to herself ignoring me as I approached.

With a deep long drawn breath that fluttered her eyelids she turned and smiled serenely at me. “Well sir,” she breathed passionately to me, “what is your pleasure?”

Slightly perplexed by her manner and the far away look in her eye I stuttered confused, “I wish to purchase the costume Miss.”

With another long breath and a heavy sigh she conceded, “Yes sir, of course.” Wistfully the woman then reached beneath the counter and fumbling under her skirt she unceremoniously hauled her clerk Geraldine up from there. Holding the fear shocked teary eyed girl by the ear she hissed, “Get the costume for this gentleman you silly brat.” And with a vicious twist sent her spinning on her way.

Geraldine winced and scurried away to comply. As she left I saw that her skirt was raised at the back and even in the gloom of the shop I could see that her panties were about her thighs. Her exposed bottom was crisscrossed with angry red welts. I felt a pang of compassion for the poor girl as she shuffled away to complete her task.

Nonplussed the sales lady asked me languidly, “Will that be cash or charge.”

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Wednesday – Paris

James awoke with a smile on his face. He was in Paris, things were going well with Caresse, and he was finding himself totally enthralled by the young lady sleeping across the hall. And the day ahead was surely going to be a full and most interesting one. He bounded out of bed and was showered, shaved and dressed in no time. He took his laptop and headed downstairs to have a coffee in the dining room, awaiting Jasmine’s arrival.

She came down shortly after he did and his eyes scanned the length of her beautiful frame. She was dressed in a stylish spring dress – the thin orange and yellow fabric hugging her lower torso, but flaring out in a flouncy tightly pleated skirt around her long lean legs. James couldn’t help but notice the tight seductive bounce of her bust line as she strode towards him, her long tresses flowing over her square shoulder. He was amazed every time he saw her – such stately elegance and beauty wrapped up in one lithe package. Yet, despite her wholesome good looks, there was a naughty young lady underneath, as he was slowly discovering – day by day – to his delight.

“Good morning, kind sir,” she greeted with a broad smile, her pearly whites framed by lovely lush lips. It was hard to believe that this gorgeous young lady was the same person he’d been stroking to orgasm only a few hours earlier. James loved the dichotomy and returned her smile.

“Bon jour, Jasmine,” he replied, pronouncing her name as the French did, with the accent on the second syllable.

“So, we have a busy day today, don’t we? Tell me all about it…boss,” she said with relish in her sweet soft voice. She ordered breakfast and coffee and focused in on his agenda for the day. Neither of them alluded to the incredible night they had just shared, preferring to think toward the wonderful day, and night, that lay ahead.

“Well, we’re off to Caresse to finalize plans and our contract extension. I think we’re good on both accounts and it should be a pleasant day of planning their next moves. I may focus on the contractual arrangements; you may need to deal with some of the design issues. I’m sure they’ll seek out your opinions on the fonts, styles and colors that might be most appropriate for the American market.”

Jasmine smiled as she sipped her coffee and James found his eyes traveling down to gaze into the dark supple cleavage that was subtly exposed, but almost begging to be noticed. He didn’t want to appear to be leering, even though he was, and his eyes returned to hers as he continued. She smiled knowingly.

“We’ll actually have the afternoon free, I think, so we’ll have to decide how to spend our time for a few hours. We could sight-see…or spend some time together back here at the hotel,” he added with a glint in his eye. Jasmine remained silent and just gave him that sweet smile that made him melt each time he was witness to it.

“We’ve been invited to dinner with the Caresse staff later tonight – not until 8 or so. Then there was talk of everybody going dancing at a nearby club. So we’ll play it by ear as the evening goes. I do know we don’t want to be out too late as we have an early train tomorrow morning. But we’ll have to spend an appropriate amount of time with our hosts – so clubbing later tonight is definitely on the agenda.

“Oh, good,” Jasmine said. “I love to dance. That will be so much fun!”

“That’s the rough outline of our Mecredi,” he said with a wave of his hand. “I’m sure we’ll find some time – I hope we will, anyway – to spend on our own. I look forward to that. Last night was incredible,” he added, finally broaching the subject they’d both avoided.

“Oh, James. It was. I hope you were able to take care of your, um, condition,” she laughed.

“Actually, believe it or not, I did not. I was tired and decided to hold off and enjoy today, or tonight, even more.”

“Oh no,” she said with concern. “Well then, we’ll have to pay extra special attention to you later. Speaking of, who makes the rules tonight?” she asked with a devilish undertone to her question.

“I suggest we make the rules together. But I do have a suggestion. I think once we leave Paris, there will be no rules – all systems will be go,” he said jokingly. “But my suggestion for later today is that we focus on explorations of,” he paused, “an oral nature.” He smiled at his use of words.

“Oh my. Sounds so formal – like a science experiment,” she said, as she put her cup down in the saucer. “But I must say I’m really enjoying our long slow seduction, James, and I’m happy to make it one more step before we leave Paris. I like your idea. A lot.” They looked at one another deeply. “And, to tell you the truth,” Jasmine added in a whisper, “I can’t wait to have you in my mouth, James.” James hadn’t expected such a forthright comment, but he should be getting to know this about Jasmine by now. She could be very blunt and to the point. He liked that.

“And I could say the same, young lady. I can’t wait to taste you, to lick you, to drink you in,” he added in the same low tone. He realized, as he said it, that they better masaj porno back off before they lost themselves and didn’t get to their meeting at all. He cleared his throat, sat up straight and Jasmine did the same.

“Glad we got that settled,” she said with a giggle. They finished breakfast, grabbed their briefcases and headed out to the car waiting for them, once again, under the porte cochere of their hotel.

They entered the Caresse offices a short time later and were shown right into Pierre’s office. He greeted them warmly and James could already sense a growing connection between Pierre and Jasmine. She seemed to light up as Pierre kissed her gently on each cheek and smile at his deadly good looks. James let his mind wander to what might lay in store for them in St. Tropez when they would visit Pierre and Nicole in a few days. He just as quickly realized he shouldn’t let himself daydream at this critical moment. He ear-marked those thoughts for later, regained his composure and got his business game face back on.

The day went smoothly and James and Jasmine found themselves mostly on separate tracks. James spent the next few hours dealing with the contractual side of things. And, interestingly, it was Nicole who handled the financial dealings. Pierre, as it turned out, was much more involved with the artistic and design side of the business, so he and Jasmine headed down the hall to meet with the graphic designers, photographer and models.

Jasmine was thrilled to have a little one on one time with Pierre and knew James would feel the same way about spending time with Nicole. As she entered the studio she was shocked to see several of her own photo boards leaning against the wall.

The assembled group studied and discussed styles and colors as two models jumped in and out of various lingerie combinations, not bothering to worry about privacy. Both of them were stunningly beautiful, but one of them really caught Jasmine’s eye. She looked to be in her early twenties; a tall, slender, but buxom, blond who looked to be of European descent. Her lush body was flawless and she seemed to notice Jasmine eyeing her, as she smiled back to acknowledge the attention. What really struck Jasmine was her skin; it appeared almost translucent. She could only imagine how smooth it must feel to the touch. She also had deep beautiful blue eyes that seemed full of promise.

Given that the photographs in the ads would be in black and white, the approach had a bearing on the selection of the garments to be used. Solid blacks and whites, or combinations of both, seemed to make the most sense. They spent time looking at various combinations and were making significant headway when Pierre went off to the other side of the room to take a phone call. Jasmine suddenly found herself seated next to the model that had caught her attention.

“Hi,” she said in an accent that Jasmine immediately pegged as Eastern European or Russian. “My name is Sophie,” she said with an extended hand. Jasmine took her hand and felt her strong warm grip.

“Jasmine,” she replied. “My pleasure.”

“Your photographs are beautiful, Jasmine,” she said, immediately opening up to her new friend. “You have modeled before?” she inquired.

“Um, actually…no. I, well, I had to step in when the model we were supposed to shoot didn’t show up. It was a last minute thing.” Sophie seemed to be taken aback and reacted like she was in disbelief.

“Well, you look as good as anyone I’ve ever seen in this lingerie, I must say.” She paused briefly before continuing. “Are you here with James?”

“Yes,” Jasmine replied. “Do you know him?” she asked with a quizzical expression.

“Well, we were introduced at dinner last time he was here. He’s a very interesting man, I must say. Very sexy,” she added softly with a conspiratorial grin. “But he was all business on that trip. I couldn’t even get him up on the dance floor,” she said with a laugh.

Jasmine began to put it all together as she recalled James mentioning how their hosts had sat him down at dinner next to a lovely model. She even further admired his fortitude now that she was seeing the very model James had been paired up with. She was a lovely female specimen and surely worthy of any lingerie that Caresse might care to share with the world. Jasmine could not stop looking at the taut smooth curves of her exquisite body and the glowing radiance of her beautiful face.

“I hope you’re having more fun,” Sophie said, with a bit of prurient curiosity showing in her innocent comment. Jasmine could feel Sophie’s eyes taking her in while they talked and she was feeling drawn to this lovely exotic woman.

“Well, actually, we’re having a wonderful time. As you might have heard, his partner was injured and, so, he invited me to fill in for Paul.”

“Well, wise choice, I would say. Maybe I’ll see you later tonight at dinner,” she said with a smile that seemed to say much more.

Just then Pierre returned and they got on with the work to be done. The rest of the afternoon flew by and soon öğretmen porno Jasmine and James reconnected in Nicole’s office. Plans were laid out for the coming weeks – including a return trip to Paris in a couple months – and James and Jasmine gathered up their things to depart.

They finalized arrangements for later in the evening and Pierre wrote out instructions for their visit in a few days to St. Tropez. Several times she caught Pierre’s eye and felt his gaze capture her attention. His sparkling eyes seemed to look straight into her soul. They departed with friendly two cheek kisses and subtle touches. James felt on top of the world as they left the offices and headed back downstairs – with much to still look forward to as the day unfolded.

They wended their way back to the hotel around two and made plans before separating. James needed to tend to some communications back in his room and Jasmine was interested in using the gym. They decided Jasmine would come to his room around 4:30 and they would see where things led; still having time to enjoy themselves and get to dinner with time to spare. They parted ways with a gentle hug that did little to telegraph their true connection.

James returned to his room, made a few phone calls, answered some important emails and then took a short nap before hopping in the shower. At precisely 4:30 he heard a soft knock at his door.

He opened the door and gawked at the vision of loveliness leaning against his door jamb. She was wearing a short and very revealing silver silk slip and impossibly high heels, barely covered by a black satin robe. Her hair was up in a very casual way and exposed the huge hoop earrings dangling from her earlobes. She had on just enough make-up to highlight her intoxicating eyes and luscious lips.

“I’m glad you answered quickly, James. I didn’t want to be caught standing out in the hall like this in the middle of the afternoon,” she said as she sauntered into the room with a confident air. James just stared. “I wasn’t sure what the dress code was for this get-together, so I just threw something on,” she joked. She let the robe fall from her shoulders and onto the floor in a small satin heap as she turned to look at James head on.

“I’m going to bet that Missy had a hand in this selection,” he suggested as he ogled the way the expensive satin lay across her sexy body. Her legs looked so smooth and lengthened by the heels; her ass pert and perfect.

“Yes, she did. Good observation, James. The only thing I couldn’t decide on was whether to wear panties or not,” she added as she spun for James’s approval.

“And what did you decide?” James queried.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and find out,” she answered with a mischievous grin. Knowing her flair for the dramatic, he was wagering she had on something tiny and sexy – one more miniscule layer to remove.

James poured them both a glass of red wine and they toasted the late Parisian afternoon and the adventure about to unfold. She seemed to be enjoying walking back and forth in her heels and skimpy garb, so James settled back on the bed to enjoy the show. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back on his elbows, spread his legs, and took a sip of wine as he gazed in awe at the lovely woman striding and swaying before him.

“Mmm, walk back and forth for me, Jasmine. Let me look at you.” He watched keenly as she smiled and showed off for her lover. “God, you’re beautiful,” he seethed.

“Mmm. Thank you, James. So you like what you see?” she asked impertinently as she strutted her amazing body across the length of James’s room once again; her soft tits bouncing seductively and her lovely ass twitching tightly under the sheer short garment. She smiled knowingly at James as he ogled her form; her own arousal surging at the sexual power she was exerting at that moment.

“God, I want you,” James murmured.

Jasmine smiled warmly as she slowly approached him. She put her glass down on the bureau, placed her hands high on his thighs and leaned in to whisper in his ear, her lovely floral scent scrambling his senses. “Then you shall have me,” she whispered breathlessly in his ear.

She stood back up, grabbed a pillow and threw it down between his feet. She locked in James’s gaze before reaching across to slide the left strap of her slip, and then the right, off of her slender shoulders. She lowered the bodice of her slip, inch by inch; the fullness of the upper slopes of her breasts straining for release. She hissed with delight as her distended pink nipples emerged, rock hard and tipped toward the sky. With a flourish, she then reached down and pulled the slip up and over her head, her tits jiggling seductively with the movement. Her picture perfect breasts were now on full display, defying gravity. James could also now see that she was, as he’d suspected, wearing the tiniest of thongs, silver to match her now discarded slip.

She leaned forward to place her hands on his thighs again as she bent over to kneel down. Her soft natural breasts hung and swayed oral porno like full fleshy pendulums from her slender torso. James couldn’t speak; he just watched as she knelt between his legs and slowly slid her hands up along the tops of this thighs.

“You are wearing far too many clothes, James. It’s unfair,” she teased in a little girl voice. The growing bulge in his slacks gave testament to his gathering arousal. Jasmine circumvented his visible excitement and reached up to begin unbuckling his belt, after which she lightly grabbed his zipper and began to slide it down over James’s hardening mass. She grabbed his pants and boxers all in one grip and pulled down. His turgid cock lay full and lanky across his thigh as she exposed it. She threw his clothes aside and reached up to unbutton his shirt. James could have helped, but he was enjoying the feel of her full breasts rubbing against his dick, now growing and thickening by the moment. He finally assisted in pulling his shirt off and leaned back to enjoy the attention.

“Oh, James,” Jasmine whispered. “You have such a nice big cock,” she cooed, breathing on his now fully erect member as she spoke. She gently blew along his length from a few inches away, then made eye contact with him as her tongue emerged and she gently licked the bulbous head of his raging hard-on. She cradled the engorged tip of his cock with her tongue, sliding it back and forth across his frenulum as she stared into his needy eyes. James felt like he was watching one of those up-close point of view porn movies, except it was his cock being washed with his lover’s slick tongue. As Jasmine stared into his eyes, she opened her delicate mouth and gently enveloped the straining head of his cock. Her mouth was so warm, so wet, and so incredibly soft. Her technique was slow and deliberate, just the way James liked it.

The sight of this gorgeous woman looking up at him with her lips languidly locked around his rock hard penis – it was a sight he knew he would never get tired of. He watched intently, taking in every little detail: her slender manicured fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, her other hand gently cupping and kneading his bulging ball sac, her cheeks hollowed from sucking, the little whimpering moans that made it sound like nothing had ever tasted better. But it was her deep green eyes that entranced him, each time she looked up to see him watching her; the tip of his hard dick firmly ensconced between her soft lips.

She pulled off and began to lick her way down James’s quivering shaft, lower and lower, the rivulets of her gorgeous mane tickling his inner thighs as she descended. He felt her swirling tongue lather his smoothly shaved balls and a groan erupted from some deep dark place in his core. Jasmine was moaning herself and the slurpy sound of her testicular explorations was a complete turn-on for both of them. She took each big ball in her mouth, one at a time, swirling her tongue around the circumference before letting it pop out of her mouth with a moan – first one, then the other. She returned his gaze with a fat ball in her mouth, then, letting go of his rigid shaft, she shook her head back and forth, causing his rock hard cock to shake back and forth like a meaty metronome. James stared in amazement as his cock rocked the opposite way from her twisting head. She stopped to swirl her tongue before disengaging.

“Mmm, your balls are so smooth, James. I love that you shave them. Makes them perfect for sucking,” she added as she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his left ball once again. James groaned.

“God, I love to have my balls sucked, baby.” She giggled with his testicle encased in her mouth and James felt it vibrate through his crotch. “Really gently.”

“Then so it shall be,” she said quickly, before re-engaging in her ball sucking exercise.

Jasmine let his nut pop out of her mouth with a flair, then flattened her tongue and began to again lick her way up the underside of James’s hardened root, one slender hand again cupping his glistening freshly shaved balls, while the other remained wrapped around the base of his rigid rod. The vision of Jasmine sucking his cock was almost too much for James to comprehend. He flashed back to meeting her that very first day when she was making a presentation. Now she was between his legs, sucking his dick – in Paris.

“God, that feels so good, Jasmine. Don’t stop,” he commanded.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she said after letting his erection fall from his mouth for a second. “I’ve wanted to suck your cock since the moment we landed in Paris,” she added, before opening her mouth wide and descending three or four inches down James’s rock hard member. He groaned in appreciation – her technique was perfection – long, slow, warm and wet – and no teeth, all lips.

He knew most women took pride in their oral skills. Hell, everyone, man or woman, wants to feel that they excel in that department. But James often found that many younger women had watched too much porn and seemed to feel that they had to be aggressive and rough. He had always appreciated a woman who handled his cock with care; who acknowledged that its hardness sometimes belied its sensitivity. He much preferred a soft feathery touch, whether from his lover’s hand or mouth. And he’d always hated to feel the rough edges of a woman’s teeth. Jasmine seemed to know this intuitively.

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Jamie Goes From Boy To Man Ch. 07

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The people in this story all came out of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. It is fiction, people. The people in the story do not exist. Hell, if the woman really did exist, I’d be in her bed living the good life, not sitting here in front of this stupid computer. I’m writing it for my own entertainment and I hope for your pleasure as well.

All the characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. There are no minors involved in acts of a sexual nature in my story..

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CHAPTER 07

( She sets her trap )

When I finally woke up. It was early Saturday morning. I looked down at the bed and gasped, “Oh my God, the mattress and bedding are totally soaked last night with our combined love juices. By now those juices had dried to a nasty looking scum that went through and through both the expensive mattress and the bed sheets. “They are ruined,” I said. I was really upset, at the idea that our carelessness had destroyed an expensive mattress and bedding.

Amber looked at me and laughed. “Don’t be silly,” she said, ” there is a pad between the bottom sheet and the mattress, it can all be washed in the washing machine. The bedding is due to be changed anyway, so there is no problem at all with this.”

“I guess you are right,” as I breathed a sigh of relief. “I guess they will be fine.

I slid in closer to Amber and gave her a loving kiss on her soft red lips.

“Mmmmmm good morning,” she said. “It is so nice to wake up in the morning and have a nice warm male body so close and at my disposal.” She grinned an evil grin, ” I love to fuck in the morning as well as at night to og course.

I cuddled in closer to her, and reaching up I caressed one of her big breasts.

She stretched out her body like a lazy cat laying in the warm sun.

I was beginning to get a morning hard-on, that only got bigger while I played with her breast. I teased the nipple with my finger tips, causing them to harden like little pebbles. At the same time they grew out about three quarters of an inch.

She playfully pushed my hand away and still smiling at me jumped out of bed.

“Get up lazy bones we can’t lay around the bed all day long, we have things to do.”

I looked up at her with sleepy eyes and asked her. “I don’t see why not.” I reach my hand up to cover my mouth while I had a sleepy yawn.

She looked down at me and with a motherly smile said, “Come on sleepy head, Mommy wants you to help make up the bed. It will likely be at the center of our activities all day,” she said with a wink and a promise.

I said to her, “I don’t see why we can’t just pull the bedding off the bed. I’m horny now mommy.” I grind and pulled the sheet aside so that she could see my fully erected cock.

“That my friend is called pee-pride,” she told me. “It will most likely not hold up while making love,” she said. “When you go into the toilet and pee it usually deflates right then and there.”

Reluctantly I finally got up and out of bed. I reached for my underwear.

Amber said, “leave them I’ll wash them for you baby, when I wash the bedding.”

“Well,” I said, What do I wear in the mean time?”

“There is a terrycloth robe in my closet,” she said. “You can put it on” she told me. “It is a hot pink color and the belt is missing but I enjoy a game of peek-a-boo. Especially when I’m peeking at a nice hard male body,” she winked.

I had to laugh at her antics. I never gave it a thought, just how stupid I was going to look wearing her hot pink bath robe.

She walked around to the other side of the bed. “Come on baby help mommy strip the bed down. Later we can strip each other down,” she smiled as she got clean linens out of the linen closet.

While she was selecting what clean sheets she wanted on the bed, I stripped the dirty sheet down and tossed them into the hamper.

‘Throw your clothes in with them honey’ she instructed me, “mommy will wash them too.”

“Thank you mommy,” I said while I tossed my underwear in with the sheets.

“That’s porno okay sweet heart,” she said. “Mommy wouldn’t want her baby to go around with smelly under pants.”

Then she brought of mid-night black satin sheets over and the two of us made up the bed.

“Now I think it is time for your breakfast, young man. Mommy wants you nice and strong, with lots of extra stamina and vitality,” Then as an after thought she giggled. “You are going to need all of that stamina before mommy is finish with you today.”

I looked at her a little puzzled, not to sure what she meant by that.

She told me to put on the robe and to follow her down stairs to the kitchen. Then she picked up the sheer robe from her negligee and slipping it on her shoulders turned and walked out of the bedroom door, heading down stairs to the kitchen.

I grabbed the robe out of her closet and soon followed her down stairs.

When I walked into through the kitchen door, Amber was wearing the sheer robe, that clearly showed off all of her charms and was already putting the frying pan on the burner.

“How do you like your eggs baby,” she asked me, just as I walked into the kitchen.

I was instantly turned on at the sight of her body in the robe. I just stood there with my mouth open not saying anything. I thought I must have looked like an idiot.

She looked at me with a sly smile on her lips. She was enjoying teasing me. She knew full well what she was doing to me and she was loving every second of it. “Well,” she asked?

I was like a deer caught in the headlights. I couldn’t even remember what she had asked me in the first place. “Ahhhhh well what?” I lamely asked.

“Your eggs silly. I just asked you. How do you like your eggs cooked?”

“Oh scrambled,” I said, “But it really does not matter. I like then done almost any style.”

“I only have bacon this morning, but if you like sausage I can get some for you at the grocery store the very next time I’m there.”

I smiles a delighted smile. The reason was that her statement implied that there would be a next time. Maybe many more next times.

I offered to help but she shooed me away to sit at the breakfast nook.

Right now mommy has breakfast all under control,” she told me.

I watched her move around the kitchen in that tantalizing robe. My mouth was still open so I took a napkin from the rack and held it to my mouth yes I think I was even drooling.

Unnoticed by me my robe had fallen open and I was sporting a very big hard-on, clearly exposed for her observation.

She took some dishes and coffee cups out of the cabinet and set out place settings for two. Then she came over and pored me a cup of coffee. When she did so she bent forward this caused the neck line of her sheer robe to drop down slightly exposing her beautiful breasts even more then they were exposed before.

When I reached up to touch her breasts, she pulled back with a teasing giggle. She was without mercy. Amber was having a great time mercilessly teasing, and taunting me at my expense.

Finally all the food was ready and she brought it to the breakfast nook and sat down opposite to me.

While we ate she made small talk but her words sounded like they can from the far side of a long tunnel. The words just went around and around in my head, none of it was bring picked up by my brain.

I was just sort of picking at my food and then I felt something strange. It started at the bottom of my inner leg the moved up to the inside of my thigh. Then it moved very slowly, inch by tantalizing inch up and around my crotch. When I looked down I saw a feminine foot with the red painted toenails playing with my cock. The erotic sensation was making me nuts. My entire body was like a live wire. My hips involuntarily moved back and forth with her toe action.

I looked up at her face but, Amber just continued with her pointless chatter like nothing was happening. Only thing that I did notice was the coy smile on her lips and her bedroom eyes gazing into my face. God the woman was hot.

My forehead was beginning to perspire and I was completely japon porno bewildered. I knew that if she didn’t stop and stop soon, I would surely blow my load of sticky while cream all over her clean kitchen floor.

My cock was getting harder and harder and Amber knew it. “Oh please mommy, if you don’t stop that wonderful foot action, I’ll blow my load all over your kitchen floor,”

I begged. “I just won’t be able to stop myself.”

Then suddenly she stopped her foot teasing and sat up. It was so strange. Her demeanor was like absolutely nothing was going on. We were both finished eating.

I could see she was turned on by her foot teasing herself. Her chest was rising and fall and she had a look of lust in her eyes as she looked strait into my eyes.

Finally she stood up and started carrying the breakfast dishes to the kitchen sink. Her back was to me while she was rinsing off the dishes and putting them into the dish washer.

I quietly stood up and walked up behind her. Once there I reached around her gorgeous body and cupped both her luscious breasts in my palms. Then kissed and nuzzled the back of her slender neck.

She slowly turned toward me, took me into her arms and kissed me passionately on my lips. Then she ground her hips into my groin. She moved her hips back and forth into my already erect cock. She gasped,”why don’t we both go back up stairs and get into the shower and wash all this stickiness off our bodies from last night.” Smiling a wicked grin she said, “I know some interesting water sports, we can play in the shower if you are game for it,” she teased with a sparkle, along a sort of promise look in her eyes.

Amber knew that she was taking a big chance that I may cut and run, from the water sport she had in mind. But if she could get me horny enough before she pushed for it, I may just be willing to do her bidding.

Not even stopping to wipe her wet hands, she grabbed me by the hand and practically dragged me up the stairs and into the master bathroom.

We shed our robes and then we both went into the shower room and she turned the water on. She adjusted the temperature so that it was warm and comfortable for the both of us.

Backing my naked body under the shower water she took the big sponge and handed it to me. “I’ll wash your back if you’ll wash mine,” she laughed. She handed me a bottle of soft-soap body wash with the sponge and waited, under the water spray turning her back to me.

She almost swooned like a teen age girl at the touch of my big strong hands on her body. I started around her shoulders soaping her up good and worked my way down the back to her heart shaped ass. There I lingered, washing out the crack with extra care.

“Oh yeah honey, clean out my ass real good. I love the feel of your hands on my body, but especially down there.” My hands worked gently, despite their obvious great strength.

Finally I moved on, washing the sensitive area between her ass crack and her cunt. Ignoring the sponge I used my finger tips on this area teasing and playing with her soft feminine body.

She sucked in a sharp breath when my hand barely touched the bottom of her vagina, sending a thrill through her already aroused body. I kept going down her soft inner thighs and then the rest of her beautiful smooth skinned legs until I reached her tiny feet, while I was on my hands and knees behind her, I bent and kissed the crack of her ass.

“Mmmmmmmmm!!!!” she purred, “That was nice, baby, I liked the feel of your lips on my bum.” She was fantasizing how fantastic it was going to be, when she talked me into probing inside her bum chute with my tongue. That was only one of the depraved acts that she intended to teach me. There would me a lot more activities what she wanted to get me to perform on her body. Then maybe some of her very special friends.

I then stood on my feet and turned her around until she was facing me. Her breasts held a special fascination for me and I spent an extraordinary amount of time washing and playing with them.

Her breath came in short unsteady gasps as my fingers lezbiyen porno lightly brushed back and fourth over her nipples. Then they became rock hard like two pebbles on the side of a country road.

While I played with her nipples I looked up into her lovely face. Her eyes seemed to just sparkle, lighting up her whole face. “Oh Jamie your touch is setting my whole body on fire baby,” She breathed. “You seem to have a natural touch that women only dream about.

The water was warm, but she was shaking from head to toe, from shivers of passion.

If you can do this to a woman after being completely without any experience as of only the last twenty four hours. You are going to have woman going crazy to rip your cloths off. Once you do have some real experiences in how to please them.

I could not resist her sensual full lips, so I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately.

She responded by moving her hips back and forth. She reached her hand down between the two of us. She touched and caressed my cock, and pressing her firm breasts into my chest.

I wanted to take her, right there on the shower room floor. But I sensed that Amber was not through playing her games just yet, so I waited.

I moved on down her body, lathering her flat tummy, and button-hole navel. I pressed forward and stuck my tongue into her navel, wiggling the tip around it.

She responded with a high pitched squeal and jumped back a few inches and I knew I had found one of her ticklish spots. I looked up into her smiling face. Her fingers were curled into my hair. She blew me a kiss, then gently pushed my head down to her pussy.

Her pubic mound was wet both from her passion and the shower water. I rubbed my nose into her bush, inhaling her aroma.

I then tentatively put my tongue tip out, just barely touching the outer lips of her cunt. I hesitated. I wanted to tease and play with her body for a little while.

Amber grew impatient, and decided the issue for me. With her hands on the back of my head, she pulled my head forcefully, mashing my lips and tongue into her dripping cunt. She held my head in place and I started licking her pussy unencumbered.

I was surprised to find just how fresh and clean her pussy tasted. The body scrub had a slight sent of lavender and this blended with her natural aroma made licking her cunt more like being in a field of scented flowers.

I threw caution to the wind and started to eat out her cunt in earnest. Licking and sucking her to climax after earth trembling climax.

“Oh yeah baby that’s the way to do it,” she gasped. “Where did you ever learn to lick a pussy like that.” She fucked into my face like my nose was a second penis. “Oh honey just keep going.

She was like a bucking bronco. Just to stay in contact with her slippery cunt. I had to reach around and hold onto her bouncing ass cheeks for all that I was worth. Faster and faster she went.

Finally after one giant heave she couldn’t take anymore, so she pushed my mouth away from her gushing and spraying cunt slit.

“Enough,” she gasped and collapsed onto the shower bench.

She lay there not saying a word until she regained some of her composure. She was gasping for breath, and her heart was going piter-pater…piter-pater for all it was worth.

It took her quiet a while but at last her heart regained it’s normal pace and she could breath naturally again.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said while getting up off of the bench. She was a little wobbly, but at least she didn’t fall flat onto her face, as I feared she would.

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This ends part 07 of my story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you did enjoy it, then please write to me and let me know. We all need encouragement. And I admit I love having my ego stroked as much as any man. Also I would love to hear about any ideas you may have to use in my stories. This story came from a reader’s ideas and would not have been written without her input. There are more chapters to this story in the works. I’ll try and keep it going until you, the reader stop sending me mail asking me to go on with it. So just like my story’s hero I’m yours to command. This is the only way a writer can know that someone else besides his girlfriend is reading his work. Oops didn’t mean to sound chauvinistic. Okay boyfriends of some of you lady writers.

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