Different Cultures, But Still Human

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Chapter 1

Darkness covered the land like a blanket. Joshua sat huddled in his blanket just watching the fire as the logs crackled and shot lights into the sky. It wasn’t a cold night, but he shivered all the same. He heard a soft noise to his left, almost like someone trying not to make any noise but still making some. He stood quickly dropping the blanket and quickly pulling his gun from the holster. “Show yourself.” He growled into the darkness trying to see through the denseness of the trees.

“Please don’t shoot. I saw your fire and was looking for warmth. That is all.” A tall man stood there wearing nothing but just a loin cloth. His long black hair was pulled back in a single braid down his back. Joshua let his eyes move over the bronze body and felt his cock start to stiffen in his pants.

He had heard of Indians of course. You couldn’t live in Missouri and not hear about all the Indian attacks. Being from back east however, he had never met one in person before.

While Joshua was checking him out, his visitor was checking him out just the same. Shining Eagle was young for a warrior in his father’s tribe. This was his 18th fall. Most of the warriors were at least in their early 20s before they were considered men.

He had been surprised when his father and chief sent him out with the hunting party. Winter was close and they needed to start stocking up. Shining Eagle left eagerly with the warriors but sometime during the day he got separated from them.

He had panicked at first, but then realized he could find his way back home. He was a man now, not a child anymore. He headed back in the direction they had come, but soon realized the sun was lower in the sky then he thought. He knew he wouldn’t make it back to the village before dark.

He had a sleeping roll and a little water, as well as his weapons but that was it. The other warriors had the rest. He walked through the darkness searching not only for a place to lay for the night, but also some kind of game. He hadn’t eaten since this morning and his stomach was growling.

When he saw the smoke from the fire filtering through the trees, he moved towards it, thinking only of warmth and possibly food. When he came upon the white man, he was startled. Mainly because he had never seen a pale face before. They usually steered clear of this part of the territory, but it was more then that.

Shining Eagle felt things he had never felt before. He felt a hunger inside him that had nothing to do with food. He felt his cock hardening and his pulse beating faster then usual.

The two men stood staring at each other for a minute, both men’s bodies were reacting to the others. Joshua pulled his eyes away and gave a shaky laugh as he reholstered his gun. “I reckon if you were gonna kill me, you would have done it by now.”

Once Joshua looked away, Shining Eagle took a shaky breath and looked towards the fire. “I have no interest in killing you.” He glanced to where Joshua had sat back in his place, staring into the flames. Shining Eagle hesitated then moved to the other side of the fire, dropping gracefully and warming his hands. “I only ask for the warmth of your fire and maybe some food if you are willing.” He looked at the other man, “if you will grant me your fire this night; I promise come morning I will be gone and you will never see me again.” He cocked his head to the side, Meydankavağı Escort “or if we meet again, I will never forget your kindness.”

Joshua had been staring at the flames, trying to understand the reaction the other man gave his body, but he looked up at the other man startled. “Um, yeah, sure…” He stammered picking up a bowl that had leftover beans in it and handed it to the other man.

Shining Eagle took the bowl and smiled his thanks. Joshua’s eyes widened as his cock twitched at that smile. He forced himself to look back at the fire and his hands clenched around his cup to keep from reaching for the other man.

Shining Eagle ate the beans while glancing surreptitiously at the other man. The other man was handsome for a pale face. He had shoulder length dark brown hair and pale blue eyes that looked almost violet in the firelight. He had a slender build, with hips that seemed to narrow the further down he looked.

He ate his food slowly, savoring each bite as he let his eyes drift over the man sitting across from him. He didn’t know what it was, but he wanted him in ways he had never considered being with another man. Shining Eagle assumed he would be like every man in the village, he would meet the right girl, take her as his wife, give her children and grow old with her. The fact that he hadn’t found the right girl yet didn’t bother him. He was still a young man, so what if his friends were already mated and had a little one. He wasn’t going to settle for just anyone.

As Shining Eagle finished his meal and watched the other man, he began to wonder. He knew there were men and women in the village who weren’t attracted to the opposite sex, he was wondering if maybe that was why he hadn’t found the right girl yet.

He couldn’t deny that he was attracted to the man sitting across the fire from him. His cock was straining against his loin cloth and he licked his lips as he set the empty bowl down. “That was good, thank you.” He said staring once more into the flames.

“You’re welcome,” Joshua stammered trying to ignore the tightness in his body. He looked at the other man from under his lashes. He let his eyes drift over the bare bronze skin of his chest and his hands itched as Joshua clung to the empty cup. The wind picked up a touch and blew some stray hairs around Shining Eagles face. He brushed them back and Joshua bit back a moan as his body tightened.

“We’d better get some sleep.” He said softly, looking anywhere but at the man across from him.

Shining Eagle nodded,”yes, morning will come soon.”

He stood up, pulling off his bedroll and turned his back to the fire. Joshua watched the muscles in his back move as he set up his bed. Joshua let his eyes drift over the other man’s ass and he bit his lip to keep from moaning as he closed his eyes.

Joshua kept his eyes closed as he heard the other man moving around. When all he heard was silence, he slowly opened his eyes. Shining Eagle was laying on his side with his back to the fire. Joshua let his eyes move over all the bare flesh that wasn’t covered by the blanket before he tore his eyes away and climbed into his own bed. As he lay there looking up at the moon, he thought it was going to be a very long night.

Chapter 2

Joshua opened his eyes and realized two things almost at once. One,it was still dark, Meydankavağı Escort Bayan so he figured he hadn’t been asleep long. The other thing was there were warm lips moving over his neck as strong hands moved over his chest and stomach. He looked down and saw the back of Shining Eagles head, all that hair brushing against his bare skin. He felt the other man lick lightly at his neck and shivered as he tangled his fingers in his hair.

Joshua’s first instinct was to pull the other man off of him. Instead as he felt that thick hair in his fingers, he tightened his hand and pushed Shining Eagles face down over his chest.

Shining Eagle didn’t protest, he just left a line of kisses over the other man’s flesh, making him shiver. Shining Eagle flicked his tongue back and forth over Joshua’s nipple and Joshua cried out as he held the other man against him.

Shining Eagle turned his head so they were looking in each other’s eyes. “I am sorry, I couldn’t resist tasting you.” He said softly licking his lips.

Joshua looked down at him, his fingers still locked in the other man’s hair. He pulled gently and Shining Eagle moved with him. He was sure Joshua was going to pull him away, so he was surprised when he felt the other man pull him to where he could lock their lips together.

Joshua licked lightly at the other man’s lips, and Shining Eagle moaned as he opened his mouth. Joshua’s tongue brushed against his as they kissed and he wrapped his hands around the other man’s body, finally giving in to the urge to touch him.

Shining Eagle shifted so he was laying on top of Joshua, their bodies pressed together. It was then Joshua realized the other man was naked. The only thing separating them was the blanket and his pants. He felt the man on top of him, grind against him and whimpered as his cock pressed against the front of his pants.

Shining Eagle lifted his head, his eyes were dark with need. “I want to take you in my mouth, I want to feel your hardness between my lips.”

Joshua felt his body tighten and moaned, “yes, oh please yes.”

Shining Eagle kissed him softly then started kissing his way down the other man’s body. Joshua watched him as he moved down his body. He felt the other man’s fingers brush against him as he untied his pants. Joshua whimpered and bucked up with his hips.

Shining Eagle got his pants open and pulled while Joshua lifted his hips, helping the other man slide the fabric down his legs. As Joshua’s cock sprung free, Shining Eagle jerked the other man’s pants down around his knees, then moved up over him until he was able to wrap his lips around the throbbing hard flesh.

Joshua cried out and bucked up with his hips, burying more of his cock in the other man’s mouth. Shining Eagle wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing him as he moved his head up and down, whipping his tongue over the sensitive flesh.

Joshua closed his eyes and whimpered as he rocked his hips back and forth, loving how Shining Eagle tightened and loosened his mouth around him. He pushed up with his hips and Shining Eagle groaned as he took more of the hard flesh between his lips.

Joshua clawed at the bed beneath him as he jerked his hips against the other man’s face. Mewls of pleasure were slipping from his lips. “Ugh, fuck, oh god yes!” He cried trying to slam his cock even further Escort Meydankavağı in Shining Eagles mouth.

Shining Eagle growled softly and sucked him even harder, his head moving up and down hard and fast. Joshua cried out as he thrust his hips like a maniac. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were squeezed shut. “Oh…oh god, if you don’t stop I’m going to cum.” He screamed raking his nails in the roll beneath him.

Shining Eagle took him deep once more, making the other man shudder in pleasure, then slowly lifted off of him. Joshua opened his eyes as he fought to catch his breath. He watched the other man as he moved over him, straddling his hips. “Wh…what are you doing?” He asked breathlessly staring into Shining Eagle’s glazed eyes.

Shining Eagle spit on his fingers and pushed them in his ass, stretching himself. Joshua watched him breathing softly. He watched the other man position himself over him, then rest his hands on his stomach. “I want you inside me.” Shining Eagle said softly as he slowly lowered his body.

Joshua opened his mouth to ask what he meant, but the words never left his lips. Instead he let out a low moan as he felt Shining Eagle’s ass open and the tip of his cock slip inside. “Oh my god,” he sighed as the other man pressed down over him, taking him inside him inch by inch. Joshua’s eyes fluttered closed as he fought not to buck up and impale the other man on his rod.

Shining Eagle pushed slowly down over the other man. He rolled his hips and heard Joshua’s soft cry as he continued pulling him inside him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was partially open, his soft breathing loud in the still night. He rolled his hips, lifting and lowering until he had all of him inside him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the man beneath him. “You feel so good inside me. I feel so full.” He rolled his hips again and Joshua moaned as he rested his hands on the other man’s hips.

Shining Eagle started pulling off of him and Joshua cried out. He bucked up with his hips and this time Shining Eagle cried out as he tipped his head back in rapture.

It didn’t take long for the two men to find a rhythm that worked for them both. Shining Eagle had his feet braced on either side of Joshua’s hips. He lifted and dropped his body, rolling his hips in circles as Joshua thrust beneath him, slicing up into him and making the other man cry out.

Joshua’s fingers dug into Shining Eagle’s hips as they moved together. Slow at first then faster and harder as the night was filled with their cries. Shining Eagle had his head tipped back, his eyes closed as he stroked his own cock furiously while he rode the man beneath him.

Joshua was hammering hard into the other man, jerking him against him every time he slammed up with his hips. He felt his balls start to tighten and fucked into him even harder.

Shining Eagle cried out as he felt his own orgasm hit. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” He screamed as he started shooting over Joshua’s chest and stomach.

Joshua screamed his own pleasure as he jerked the man above him hard and shot deep inside him. Shining Eagle let out a low moan as he felt Joshua’s cum fill him.

Shining Eagle collapsed against his chest, partially pulling Joshua out of him. He kissed the other man’s chest as he tried to catch his breath. “You know, the stories are wrong.” Joshua said beneath him, wrapping hid hid arms around the man above him.

Shining Eagle slowly lifted his head. “What do you mean?”

Joshua looked at him with a smile. “The whole cowboys and Indians thing. When it comes down to it, we aren’t that different after all.”

Shining Eagle smiled and kissed him softly. “Very true my friend, very true.”

The end

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Aunt Caitlin: The Reunion

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It had been about three months since my cousin’s wedding. That means it has been three months since Aunt Caitlin and I spent the night together. Even though we live about five hours away from each other, we haven’t been able to see each other since. That would all change this weekend.

I got the phone call from my mom that this year would be my grand parents 60th wedding anniversary and that we would be having a party for them at Caitlin’s house. She had a nice house out in the country and, since it was summer, we would be able to have the party outside. I looked forward to the party from the minute I got that call, and I have to admit, while making the drive out to Caitlin’s, I got hard a few times remembering that night we had. I’m glad I was alone in my car.

Caitlin lived in a farmhouse out in the country. It was an old house, but she apparently had recently had it redone, so it didn’t look like it was falling down. As a matter of fact, it was a really nice, 2-story brick house with a sloped black roof and a long porch across the entire front of the house. I could even see a barn about two hundred yards behind the house. In the space between the main house and the barn, a large white party tent had been erected and I could see people sitting on chairs underneath it. I got out my car and could hear the music from the party and people talking. I walked back there and greeted my family, making sure to stop and give my grand parents the gift I had gotten them.

It was a really warm day, but the tent provided plenty of shade and there were lots of drinks for us. I was there for a few minutes when I saw Aunt Caitlin coming out the back door of her house. She was wearing a light green sundress that showed off some of her cleavage, but was still quite tasteful for the occasion. The color of the dress complemented her red hair, which was now in a bob cut that came down to her chin. On her feet she wore a pair of dress sandals that matched the green of her dress. I felt a flutter in my chest when she walked down those stairs. I didn’t think I would be this nervous.

Caitlin stopped to talk to a couple of people and then happened to look my way. I saw a twinkle in her eyes as she started walking towards me. I noticed the sway of her hips, the sensual back-and-forth rhythm that they moved with. Caitlin came up to me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I could smell the hint of a citrus perfume on her neck. I hugged her back and felt our groins pressing against each other. My cock twitched in my pants, and I kinda hoped that Caitlin felt it.

She kissed me on my cheek and smiled. “How’ve you been, Nick? I haven’t seen you since the wedding,” she said, a smirk on her face. I noticed that she didn’t call me Nicky this time.

“I’ve been good, just busy at work.”

“Well, you should come out and visit your aunt from time to time.”

I glanced down to peek at her cleavage before looking back into her eyes. “Maybe I should,” I responded. I watched Caitlin walk away for a few moments before going to find some of my cousins to talk to.

The afternoon went well, with plenty of food, drinks and dancing to fill the time. Even my grandparents danced together for a couple of songs. At one point Aunt Caitlin walked over to where I was sitting with my cousins and playfully pulled me out of my chair. “You know I have to get in a dance with my favorite nephew,” she said with a giggle. I stood up and followed her to where people were dancing. The song that was playing was a faster one, and Caitlin and I started dancing together. I was enjoying watching her tits bounce lightly in her dress as she moved to the music. At one point, Caitlin turned around to face away from me and backed up into me, her ass pressing against my crotch. I put my hands on her waist as she moved, grinding against me. We were working up a bit of a sweat while we danced.

The next song that played was slower. Caitlin turned to face me and came in close. She raised her arms to put her hands on my shoulders and I put my hands on her waist. We moved slowly together, our groins barely inches away from each other. My heart was pounding in my chest and my mouth was starting to feel a little dry.

“You know, Nick, I still think about what happened at Jack’s wedding,” she whispered.

“I do too, Caitlin.”

“Sometimes I lay in bed and play with my pussy thinking about you.”

I felt myself beginning to blush a little. “Well, I get hard thinking about you too. In fact, I got hard a few times on the drive down here.”

“Really?” she asked as she pulled herself in closer to me.

“Yeah, really,” I somehow managed to say.

“I’m so happy to hear that,” she said with a wink. We danced the rest of the song and, when it was over, I moved to go sit down. Before I could move, she held my hand and stood on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.

“Go inside in a couple of minutes and meet me in the master bedroom. It’s at the end of the hall upstairs.” Before she left, she reached down and quickly Ahatlı Escort grabbed my butt. I looked around to see if anyone noticed, but luckily no one did.

I went and sat down with some family members. The next couple of minutes that passed seemed much longer. I looked at my watch constantly, and my leg was bouncing up and down nervously. When I thought enough time had passed, I got up and walked to the house.

I went through the backdoor into the kitchen. There were people sitting in the living room drinking and laughing. A couple of people glanced up at me, but no one really paid me any mind as I walked up the stairs.

I turned at the top of the stairs and made my way down the hall to Caitlin’s bedroom. I knocked on the door.

“Come on in Nick,” I heard Aunt Caitlin say.

“How’d you know it was me?” I asked as I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

Caitlin pointed to one of the windows. “I watched you walk up to the house and come inside. Also, no one else knew I was in here.” I looked out the window she pointed at. This side of the house faced the sunset, giving a nice view of the sun beginning to go down over the distant mountains. I could see my family having a good time at the party outside. I looked around the bedroom. Against one wall was a wooden queen size canopy bed. There was a thick post at each corner, and a white lace curtain was draped around the bed. On the opposite side of the room from the bed was a big dresser with a large oval mirror on top of it. Because her bedroom was at the end of the house, she had windows on both the west and south walls, which meant there was still plenty of sunlight coming through. Underneath the window she had watched me from was a small end table. The walls were covered in a cream-colored wallpaper.

There were a couple of paintings hung around the room. One of them was a portrait of a woman laying on her back topless on a brown couch. I looked closer and saw that it was Caitlin. She looked about twenty years younger in the picture. Her red hair was longer and draped seductively over her breasts, but parted where her nipples were so that they peeked through. Her legs were situated so that you could see the hint of her red pubic hair between her thighs.

Caitlin came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s sexy.”

“An old boyfriend of mine painted it. I had a lot of fun posing for that picture.”

“I bet he had fun painting it,” I said with a chuckle.

“I made it worth the time,” she said. She then slid her hands down my stomach and into my pants. She grabbed my cock, which was starting to get hard. “I had much more fun with you, though,” she said in a seductive whisper.

I turned around and kissed Caitlin. She moaned into my mouth as our lips met and our tongues entwined.

“My pussy misses the feeling of your tongue, Nick,” Caitlin whispered to me. That was all I needed to hear. Before she could say anything else, I lifted her off her feet and sat her on the end table. I got down on my knees in front of her and lifted the bottom of her dress. I saw that, underneath the dress, she was wearing a pair of matching green boyshorts.

Caitlin shimmied in place as I began sliding her underwear off her ass and down her thighs. She started trembling a little as I pulled them down slowly, teasing her. I made sure my hands rubbed against her calves and ankles as the boyshorts came off. My lips retraced the path, kissing a trail up her legs. Caitlin’s trimmed bush waited for me, her lips and pubes glistening from her juices.

I looked up at Aunt Caitlin and winked. “It looks like someone has been waiting for me.”

“I’ve been feeling like a teenager again, thinking about you all day,” Caitlin responded. “I can’t remember the last time I agonized so much over what to wear.”

“Your choice was great,” I said, rubbing my hands up and down her sides. I gripped Caitlin’s thighs and dove in, burying my tongue in her wet snatch. My head started swimming, the taste of my aunt’s pussy bringing me back to that first night we spent together. I extended my tongue and licked up and down, letting the full length of my tongue rub against her clit. Caitlin started breathing heavier. I could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing from the pleasure.

Aunt Caitlin gripped the back of my neck and pulled my face in tighter. My licking became more and more energetic, urged on by my aunt’s moans. I felt the heels of her feet on my back and her thighs squeezed tighter against the sides of my head. Her nails dug into the back of my neck and she let out a shuddering moan as she climaxed. Her cum squirted into my mouth and I happily swallowed the warm, tangy liquid.

I stood up after Caitlin released me from the grip of her thighs. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, her tongue moving all around my mouth. I reached down and slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. While we still kissed, I cupped her Ahatlı Escort Bayan firm tits, feeling her hard nipples in my hands. Caitlin reached down and began fumbling with my belt. As she was about to pull my pants down, there was a knock at the door.

We both stopped suddenly. With my hands still on her tits, I could feel Caitlin’s heart racing as fast as mine at the though of us potentially getting caught in this position.

“One second,” Caitlin called out to whomever was on the other side. I quickly stepped back and let Caitlin stand up. She pulled the straps of her dress back up on her shoulders and I put my belt back in place. While I was looking down, I saw her boyshorts still on the floor. I knelt down and picked them up. In a panic, I did the first thing I could think of- stuffed them in my pocket.

“Come in,” Caitlin said. I was surprised to see my mother open the door.

“There, you are, Caitlin,” my mother said, coming into the room. She closed the door behind her. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“I’ve just been here with your son. We’ve been discussing the toast he’s gonna give his grandparents a little later,” Caitlin said. Surprise registered on my mother’s face. I hoped to God she didn’t notice the same expression on mine.

“Oh, well that’s very nice,” mom smiled. “Anyways, I came to tell you we’re ready to serve the food.”

“Okay. I’ll be right down.” Aunt Caitlin turned to me. “Nicky, you wouldn’t mind helping your favorite aunt, would you?” she asked with a gleam in her eyes. At that moment I felt like I would pass out.

“Of course not, Aunt Caitlin. It’s no problem.”

“Tori, you raised such a sweet young man,” Caitlin said, putting her arm around me. My mom just smiled again and left the room.

“You have no idea how sweet,” I heard Caitlin mutter as the door closed again. She lowered her hand and squeezed my ass. “Tonight,” Caitlin said to me, “some of our family plan on staying over and leaving tomorrow. I hope you’ll be one of them.”

I turned to Caitlin and kissed her deeply. “I will if that means I get to spend a little more time with you.”

“Good. Meet me in the barn around 2 a.m.” Caitlin squeezed my butt again before leaving the room. I was about to follow behind her when I felt the pressure of her panties in my pocket. I pulled them out and tossed them on the bed before heading downstairs.

Later that night, after the party had ended and most of the family had left, I was sitting at the kitchen table with a couple of people from my family. I kept looking at my watch to see the time, hoping that they wouldn’t notice. When the time hit 1:55 a.m., I told them I wanted to get some fresh air and left through the back door.

I passed by the tent. There were still a couple of people sitting under there, and both of them were sleeping with their heads on the table. It was still warm enough that they wouldn’t be uncomfortable sleeping in the night air.

I walked over to the barn, opened the back door, and stepped in. One side of the barn was lined with stalls, which stood empty. A carpet of hay lay on top of the dirt floor of the barn. Over the main front door of the barn, about twenty feet off the ground, was a loft space. A short wooden safety wall ran along the edge of the loft to prevent people from accidentally falling to the ground. A ladder led up to the loft, placed where there was a brief gap in the safety wall.

I walked further into the barn, whispering Caitlin’s name. There was no response, but then I heard the back door open. I turned around and saw Aunt Caitlin coming into the barn. She had changed her clothes. Instead of the green sundress from earlier, she was now wearing a pair of black satin button-down pajamas and flip-flops. I could immediately tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra; her hard nipples were pressed against the fabric of her pajamas.

She walked to me and we both smiled. Without saying a word, I pulled Caitlin into me and kissed her deeply. She had showered, and her skin smelled like lavender.

“You still taste a little like me,” she said, grinning. I subconsciously wiped at my mouth. I reached down and started to undo the top button of her pajamas when she put her hand on mine.

“Hold on, let’s go up into the loft.” She pulled me over to the front of the barn, and I followed her up the ladder. When we reached the top, I helped her pull up the ladder and lay it down against the wall of the barn. I looked around the loft and saw a sleeping bag laying on top of a blanket.

“You planned this out, huh?” I said to my aunt.

“Yeah, I did,” she responded, blushing. “And I’m glad you agreed to stay and meet me out here. I would have been very disappointed otherwise.” I stroked her hair before kissing her again. We made our way over to the sleeping bag and knelt down on it. Caitlin practically ripped my shirt and undershirt off. She pushed me down onto my back and roughly pulled down my pants. She smiled when she saw the tent Escort Ahatlı my hard cock made in my boxers.

Aunt Caitlin pulled down my boxers, with me lifting my hips to help her. She then pulled off her pajama pants, and I was happy to see she wasn’t wearing any panties under them. Cupping her ass, I guided her down onto my hard cock. My aunt inhaled and held her breath as my shaft plunged into her. She let out the breath as she lowered herself down onto me. I unbuttoned her top and pulled it off, exposing her tits to the cool air. I held her tits, feeling the weight of them in my hands. Caitlin started working her hips, riding up and down my cock.

Wanting to somehow get closer to her, I sat up and pulled Caitlin to me in a tight embrace. She took a moment to shift her weight and wrap her legs around me. Her tits were pressed against my chest. I pulled her head back and kissed on her neck, causing her to gasp. Her warm body felt so good against me. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Aunt Caitlin’s fingers dug into my back, her grip feeling both painful and sensual at the same time.

My dick tensed and I groaned. I ejaculated, my hot semen shooting deep into my aunt’s pussy. She didn’t move, instead deciding to stay with her legs wrapped around me. We continued kissing as our cum began dripping out of her pussy onto my lap.

I’m not sure how much time passed while we kissed, but we were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the main barn doors opening below us. I heard footsteps shuffling into the barn. Caitlin and I tried to move quickly but silently, peeling our bodies off each other and sliding into the sleeping bag. By this time, we could hear voices whispering below us.

While laying flat, I peered down through a gap in between two of the wooden planks of the safety wall. I was surprised to see my parents walking into the middle of the barn space, holding hands.

“We seem to be alone in here,” my father said to my mom.

“Let’s go into one of the stalls, Joe,” my mother said, tugging at my dad’s arm. As I watched, the two of them walked into one of the stalls and started kissing, not even bothering to close the door behind them.

I looked at Caitlin with a shocked expression on my face. “What are we gonna do?” I mouthed more than said. My aunt only responded with a shrug.

I turned back to watch my parents. My father, who had been wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, was leaning back against the side wall of the barn, his pants around his ankles. My mom was on her knees in front of him. I could see her head bobbing and her dark brunette hair swaying from the motions. I didn’t even realize the reaction my body was having from watching my mom suck my dad’s cock until I felt Caitlin touching my hardening cock. I looked at her and blushed, but she just smiled back at me.

My father’s moans began filling the barn. I turned back to see him stroking my mom’s hair. Suddenly, she stood up and lifted her arms in the air. My father pulled the oversized t-shirt she was wearing over her head, and I found out my mom was wearing nothing else. For the first time I could remember, I saw my mother’s naked body. She had a round ass similar to Caitlin’s, but a little wider. Her hips, thighs, and midsection were also a little fuller than my aunt’s. As my mother turned to the back of the stall, I could see her tits. The nipples were the same dark pink as her sister’s, and rounder, but Caitlin’s were firmer.

While I watched, my mother bent over in front of my father and reached between her legs with one of her hands. Dad positioned himself behind her and slid his hard dick into Mom’s pussy. I had never heard my mother moan in sexual pleasure until that moment. My father grabbed my mom’s hips and started fucking her from behind. I could hear the both of them moaning and grunting.

I turned to Caitlin and whispered in her ear. The two of us moved slowly, positioning within the sleeping bag so that Caitlin was on her side, facing out to the middle of the barn, and I was behind her. The both of us could see my parents fucking in the stall.

My aunt lifted her leg slightly and helped guide my hard dick into her pussy again. Our cum lubed the way for me, making it easier for me to slide into her cunt. Caitlin started moving her hips and ass. My dick moved in and out of her pussy. I reached around and grabbed Caitlin’s tits, giving them a squeeze. Below us, Dad gave my mother’s ass a firm slap, the sound echoing off the walls of the barn. I heard my mother talking dirty to my father, never imagining that words like that could ever come out of her mouth.

Caitlin let out a low moan, making my heart skip a beat. I took my finger and placed it in her mouth. She nibbled on it, sending chills down my spine. Her grinding became more purposed, making my dick slide out almost all the way before being plunged back in. Below us, my parents were fucking harder and faster, Mom’s ass jiggling from the motion. With a loud grunt, my father plunged his dick in deep one last time, and I could tell he was cumming inside my mother.

This sent both Caitlin and I over the edge. I felt her pussy contract and grip my dick. My balls tightened as I shot again deep in her hole. My aunt pressed her ass against my groin and held it there, our breathing ragged and shallow.

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At the Movies with Rachel

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As I walked into the theatre, it took a moment for my eyes to become accustomed to the darkness before I scanned the rows of mostly empty seats looking for Rachel. A year earlier she had been one of my students and later my teaching assistant before she moved on. I hadn’t seen her since she left school, though we kept in touch. The relationship between Rachel and myself was unique and though we had pushed boundaries with each other before, this would be the first time we ever truly crossed over them.

Rachel was not a typical student. She had lived a rough life and was as street smart as they came. It might have been that she was trying to make a change in her life when I met her, or that I brought something out in her, or maybe it was something else but one way or another for one reason or another she made it clear that she wanted to be submissive to me. And I cared for her in a way that was different than any other student. She was something special to me.

As her teacher I kept things under control by assigning myself the role of being not just her teacher, but I told her that if could ever adopt one of my students, I would adopt her. That role provided both a boundary and a pretext for a unique student teacher relationship. I never crossed any sexual boundaries that a father would cross with their daughter, but at the same time I fulfilled a need that we both seemed to share for me to impose discipline and structure for her.

I never physically punished her as my student and I never tried to make her feel as though she was expected act like a slave. I simply gave her rules to follow, and made her stand in a corner if she failed to follow them. I picked out her clothes, I set curfews and made her introduce me to what ever boys that she wanted to go on dates with. It was confusing to a lot of people because she would call me dad, and tell people that I was her dad even though I was not her real Çamyuva Escort dad.

Despite the pretext of a pretend father/daughter relationship, we frequently had some very frank discussions concerning a wide variety of sexual topics. I think she knew from the first time I ordered her to stand in the corner that I enjoyed having some level of control, and I knew by the way she would fix my coffee, and insist on serving it to me that though she did not seem submissive to those who knew her, it was definitely an element to her personality.

And here we were, a little more than a year, and quite a few conversations later meeting in a theatre in the middle of the day, attending a movie that had been out for weeks that few people were still interested in watching. I found her sitting in a quiet corner, away from the few people who were also in the theatre at the time.

As I sat next to her, Rachel gave me a surprised look and said, “Dad! I can’t believe you actually came!”

I could understand her surprise. This was a long time coming, and even before she left school she had hinted at being sexually interested. Back then I mostly responded that I was her dad, and she shouldn’t act that way around me. Today was going to be different. As far I was concerned I wanted the pretend father daughter relationship to continue. I enjoyed it and took a strange kind of comfort in it, but I wasn’t going to let it get in the way of exploring how far things could go between us.

As the movie started I pushed up the arm rest that separated us, and I put my arm around her pulling Rachel closer to me. As I looked at her, she gave me an approving smile. I slid my hand up her back toward the back of her neck and gently guided her towards me. For the first time, I felt her lips against mine, gently parting as we kissed.

I continued to kiss her, feeling the warmth of her body against Çamyuva Escort Bayan mine, feeling her lips kissing mine back. And then I pulled away and asked, “Was it everything you were expecting?”

Rachel gave me a satisfied grin as she said, “yes.”

I slid my hand further up, grabbing a hand full of her hair, pulling her head back and asked, “Yes what?”

Before she could even answer, “yes dad” my lips were on her neck, kissing her soft moist flesh, enjoying the way her body was reacting to me, loving the way her body felt as I was holding her close.

Softly Rachel let out a moan. I pulled her away for a moment and told her not to make a sound. She looked at me with an almost blank expression as she nodded her head in agreement. There weren’t many people in the theatre, but I scanned the rows to see if we had attracted anyone’s attention. There were only two elderly couples in the theatre, neither of which had noticed us.

Turning my attention back to Rachel I asked her if she wanted to continue. At that point I would have been surprised if she had told me no. She didn’t. As I resumed our kiss, I cupped one of her breasts in my free hand, gently massaging it, wanting to feel her bare flesh against mine, regretting that I told her to wear an outfit that was too difficult to give me that kind of access in our present situation. I had her wear a dress that zipped down the back, and though it tastefully exposed some cleavage, it did not make her bare breasts easily accessible.

As my lips continued to explore hers the thought of throwing caution to the wind and pulling her unzipped dress down to her hips and removing her bra right there in the theatre was wildly tempting. In that moment I think we both wanted to feel my hands exploring her bare flesh, but I held back.

Instead I slid a hand under her skirt. Pushing her damp panties aside, Escort Çamyuva I slid a finger inside of her. She was incredibly hot and wet inside as I slid my finger deep inside of her, and then another finger, and another. As I worked my fingers in and out of her, I told her to stay quiet. Don’t make a sound. Rachel was struggling to comply. She had a desperate look in her eyes as she bit her lip trying not to make a sound. Her plight grew more difficult when I added my thumb against her clit, gently rubbing as I worked my fingers inside of her.

It was almost impossible for her not to make a sound, but she managed it. Even as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled her trembling body hard against mine, she didn’t make a sound. For a moment her hot sweaty body convulsed against mine. I pulled my hand away and l let her relax against me, watching what little remained of the movie.

Rachel seemed to be in a daze as I walked her to her car. I smiled as she said that she thought I let myself get cheated. I asked her why and she told me that she thought it was unfair that she came and I didn’t.

I looked down at her face looking up at me as I held her in the parking lot and I told her not to worry. I told her tonight I wanted her to fix me dinner at her apartment. She asked me what I wanted her to make and I just told her that it didn’t matter, just make it something that I would enjoy eating while I cum in your mouth.

She blushed and I asked, “Do you understand?”

Rachel embarrassed replied “yes”.

I asked again, “yes what?”

Rachel looked at me with a knowing grin and replied, “Yes dad, you want me to fix something that you will enjoy eating while you cum in my mouth.”

I smiled and told her, “Good girl, now go get yourself ready, I’ll be over at 6:00pm sharp.”

We kissed one last time before leaving the parking lot. I think that we were both anxious for evening to arrive. I think we were anxious for more than that. We were both anxious to see where this would all go and I think we both knew that it was going to grow into something beyond the father daughter relationship that we had pretended to have in the past. But only time would tell what that would be.

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Content Pt. 02

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He had left me there.

There I was kneeling at attention in the middle of the room, hole plugged, and eyes covered by this hood. He had walked out of the room 10?…20?…30 minutes ago? I don’t actually know. The shower water shut off. My mind began to race a bit thinking of the room I saw when I turned around to suck his cock. Just a glimpse. But I saw a sling. A large bed. A bench of some kind. And a shallow cabinet in the corner.

The door opened. He walked over to me. I could tell he was naked. The overwhelming smell of that clean man scent filled my nose. He raised me to my feet from under my armpits with ease. I felt myself get lifted off the ground and over his shoulder. He took a few steps and lay me down on the bed.

Laying on my back, feet flat, and legs spread. He positioned himself in between my legs with his cock resting next to my caged cock. For the first time, I began to strain a bit. He just sat and took in my body for a moment. He reached for the plug and began to pull it out slowly until the end popped out.

“Ya know, you really are a pretty boi. Much prettier without all that scruff all over your body. I’m a lucky man.” He ran his thumbs over my nipples with hands flat on my chest. I gasped and moaned softly. His hands ran slowly down my sides and under my ass. He squeezed and let out a low growl. I let out a slight moan. Feeling his hair against my smooth skin was driving me crazy.

He continued to run his hands up my legs and lifted them up onto his shoulder. I couldn’t believe how good his hands felt against my smooth legs as he ran past my calves and grabbed my feet.

I felt so vulnerable right then. My legs bent and pressed against my chest as he examined every part of my body. He suddenly moved his hands under my knees and spread my legs open still Aydınkent Escort Bayan pushing them all the way back. I could feel the air on my hole. He spit. It hit my hole. He moved forward and rubbed it in with his cock.

He leaned forward and gave my neck a peck. I arched my back a bit. He dove back in, kissing my neck deeply while running his tongue all over the place. I started to take in every part of him. The way he way pressing against my smooth chest with his hairy one. His weight on top of me I couldn’t get enough of. I was starting to melt into him.

“How are you doing, boi?”

“Really…good…Sir.” I was trying to catch my breath.

“And it’s about to get even better.”

He climbed onto my chest. “Open your mouth. You’re going to make me feel good. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir what?”

“I want to make you feel so good. I need this, Sir.”

“You beg better than any of my new subs usually do. I’m going to have to keep you around. You have potential. I’d love to take care of you. Would you like that, boi?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He pushed the head of his cock between my lips and stopped. “Do you want it?”

I mumbled over his cock, “Please let me have your cock, Sir.” He didn’t hesitate. As soon as the words left my lips, he plunged his cock down my throat. I started to gag, then relaxed. He left it there for a moment and I worked his cock with my tongue and throat.

He pulled out and flipped me over. He sat on my ass as he reached up under the pillows and revealed restraints. He put my wrist in each. He moved back between my legs.

He opened my ass with a hand on each cheek. He leaned in until I could feel his breath on my hole. I arched my back begging for it. I felt his Aydınkent Escort tongue press flat against my hole. He really started to eat my hole out.

“I can’t wait.” He moved his cock up against my hole. “You really are something else. I like you a lot. And I’m going to make you mine now, boi.” It sent chills all over my body when the words left his lips.

His cock began to slide in me slowly. Having been hooded for so long, I was so disoriented I couldn’t tell you how long. I felt his big cockhead open my lips and his girth filled me. He rested his hands on my lower back and pushed down as he put another inch inside of me. “I want you to relax and really let me in.” A hand slipped around my neck.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Sir. I need you in me. I love the way you make me feel.” I moaned. I was more than ready to take him and show him what I could do with my hole.

He slid the rest of his cock inside. Right as the base of his cock was all the way inside, I felt a kiss on my neck and the weight of his body on mine. He began to pump his cock in and out of me. I hadn’t felt this full in a long time. My cock twitched in its cage and I was gasping and moaning with each thrust. He lifted back off of me and opened my hole again.

“Show me that pussy, boi. Let me see how well you open up for me.”

He pulled his cock out until just the head remained. He rest there for a few moments then pulled the head out. I could feel my hole gape a bit and he must have liked it. A hard slap on my ass! “Damn, your pissy is delicious and hungry, isn’t it boi?”

“Please, Sir. Breed me and use me to get off. I want your load in me. I want to be yours.”

He plunged all the way back into my hole at once. He pulled all the way out. He repeated this several Escort Aydınkent times before speeding up to a nice rhythm in coming out my hole. I was so loose now he was sliding in and out with ease.

“I’m going to cum, boi.”

“Please cum in my pussy, Sir.”

Hearing myself acknowledge my hole as a pussy caught me off guard. Something about hearing me say those words sent him over the edge. His cock began to pulse and he started to cum deep in me. My body started to shake as he continued to fill me up. I gasped as he lay on top of me and grabbed me by the throat.

He kept thrusting as I milked every drop from his cock. He just lay there. He whispered, “You made me feel so good and are exactly what I’m looking for in a boi. Would really enjoy turning this into a real pussy. Now, I’m going to pull out of you, release your restraints, and get up to shower. Once I leave the room, you are to get up, get your things, and leave. If you agree to being my boi, be back here at 830pm tomorrow night. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He began to remove his cock from my hole. As the tip slipped out, I felt it replaced with a medium sized plug. My pussy swallowed it. He unlocked my cock, took off my collar, and released my hands. I fell a kiss on the back of my neck, and his hands run down my back, across my cheeks, and down my legs as he got off the bed. He walked out of the room.

I lay there for a few minutes as I heard the shower water turn on. I got up slowly, walked to where my things were by the door. I put on my shirt. As I picked up my pants, I noticed something. My boxers had been replaced by a see thru lacey thong. I held it up to examine it for a moment.

I smirked. He knew. And I knew. I slipped them on, pulled them tight against the plug, and got dressed. I opened the door and walked out. I would be be back within 24 hours to see the man who I wanted to serve. The one who I wanted to be owned by.

When I got home, I couldn’t help but work my hole with His plug. Tomorrow he would let me become His. Nothing else was on my mind. Just Him.

To be continued…

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Finally Meeting Morgan Ch. 03

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Sunday

I was dreaming. It was fabulous! I was liquid, languid, floating, every bit and piece of me enervated yet relaxed. Every molecule was bathed in endorphins; completely luxurious, pleasurable, and decadent. I was being pleasured – slowly, lovingly and wonderfully. I saw Ally in my dream – she was smiling, nodding her delight. “Take it all love, take each little bit and” – Oh lord in heaven!! It wasn’t a dream. I came out of my sleep to find you between my legs. It was your voice my fugue conscience heard. There was a buzz and then I felt your mouth on my breast. We were both still under the blankets.

Dear reader – Other than what my lover was gifting to me, is there anything as fabulous as the scent of love lingering?

I stirred; you moved to my mouth. “Morning baby; I thought I’d give you an early morning treat. I may be here a little longer than planned.”

I looked out the window. It is snowing. I sighed. It is January; not much you can do. Right now, there’s only one thing to do.

“Ally honey; care to make this a twosome?”

“No Morgan, our 48 hours will be up all too soon, snow notwithstanding. Put it on my tab.”

“Is this similar in…” Your mouth covered mine again and you dialed up the vibe. I shivered in pleasure. Your tongue is a terror. How did a little chit of a woman like you have such a devilish, tantalizing tongue? Me? Complain? Not!

You got your just reward. When the crest engulfed me I screamed into your mouth as I bucked into the vibe. All the languid, luxurious floating – gone in the pulsating, throbbing heat you woke me with. My nails dug into your skin as I held you to me. It finally slipped away. You, the demon goddess you are, kept teasing me with that damn thing. Each pleasurable twitch brought a moan. Finally, begging, “Alison! Stop!”

You whined, “I’m famished.”

I teased, “You just had room service.”

“Bitch.”

I snickered.

I turned my head to look at the clock. 8 am. Damn. In the excitement of meeting you I had forgotten to check the forecast for today. Morning snow, yes; I wanted to know about the rest of the day.

“Sweetheart, we might think about a shower. You brat! Yes, I’d love more, but I need to check the weather while you shower. Then we can go out for breakfast and relax for a bit.”

“Pet – tsk, tsk. There you go again, pretending that you’re in charge.”

“Hey you – you’re on my home turf. Besides, I don’t have any tea. I accept a misdemeanor for my oversight.”

Your blues shone bright – “I believe last evening rendered your record ‘even.’ So we shall begin anew at one.”

“Yes miss, thank you. Seriously though; there’s a really nice place not too far from here that does a wonderful breakfast – really good food and it doesn’t cost a bundle”

“Umm, with the weather and all, will I be warm enough?”

I grinned brilliantly, “If you like I can lend you the egg.”

You leaned in with a mischievous leer, “That will be one, pet. Well done.”

How will I ever manage after she’s gone?

Try to imagine the lingering kisses and such in the shower.

Eventually, after, both of us did what we needed, dressed, bundled up and headed out. You shivered as we stepped outside.

I laughed, “This is a terrible corner Ally. It’s a wind tunnel with the high buildings and, when the winter winds come from your northlands, it’s quite bitter.” I held you close to me as we strode carefully through the lightly falling snow.

Only a block and a half to the restaurant – Michael greeted me, “Morgan! How nice”

“Hi Michael; this is my Alison. Alison, this is our host Michael.” My Alison!

“Good morning Michael.”

He winked at me and led us to our table, put the menus on it, and, “Nice to see you again Morgan. Ladies, enjoy.”

“A wink?” Your eyebrow arched. I smiled.

“I’m something of a regular, this place being so close. He’s a nice man. It’s second generation ownership. He’s freshened the place up nicely while keeping the food wonderful and the prices reasonable. Yes, he knows.”

“Knows?”

A nod; I turned to my menu. I could feel your eyes on me. This is me ignoring you.

This is you kicking me in the shin.

“OW!”

Nothing. Just the look.

“He knows I’m gay, nothing more.”

“He’s come on to you.”

I laughed, then, “Is the little green monster showing her head?” The confusion in your eyes made me laugh.

“A: Akçay Escort I don’t know for sure but I suspect he plays for their side. B: No he hasn’t come on to me.”

We placed our orders; chatted lightly and idly. Food placed on the table; we ate – voraciously. I suspect that our appetites were fueled by our appetites. I bow graciously at your laughter.

It was wonderful as always; you acknowledged as much. We finished, paid and left.

Back home. The rest of the day ahead … what else?

I stood stock still in the middle of the sidewalk. “Oh my God! Ally, we have to go downtown. There’s your room, your clothes and all your things. We’ll go back to my place for a few and head downtown.”

I turned and hailed a cab. Once inside, I gave the driver instructions and we were off. A quick drive back to my place to fetch your little black bag then back to the cab. We snuggled close. We didn’t speak much on the ride. Did we give the driver a show? No comment.

We arrived, straightened ourselves as best as we could, paid the man, and left. We giggled conspiratorially. We had done that a fair bit this weekend. YAY!

Hours remained before we needed to leave for the airport. What to do? You checked out and told staff you would be leaving late. Thankfully, your corporate account gave you some leeway

It was only 10:30 am. An elevator ride, kisses, and then to the room. The snow had eased some but I called to check flights. So far you were okay (fuck all). We were downtown; O’Hare is 15 miles or so to the northwest. It could be a different world there.

We had plenty of time to kill. (Teeth biting lip) How would we spend it?

I had on fresh clothing; you had what you’d worn yesterday.

Critical mistake: you decided to change.

I pounced. I pinned your tiny, slender form against the mirror. I grabbed your hair so you could look up at my eyes in the reflection.

I grinned, “You’re mine!

“Yes, love, I am.” Me: swooning.

Impossibly, you spun, placed your hands into my chest, and pushed me back onto the bed. How the fuck?

Your near-naked form climbed astride me.

“When will you learn?”

“Ally, I only want to give back what you had given earlier.”

“I know Morgan, and I love you for it. You shall have your wish – when I’m finished with you.”

I am putty – again.

What followed was so wonderful yet familiar. We were still so new, so fresh, and so young in our love that every bit was so (laughing) … the word that came to me was ‘virginal.’ Hardly! We were tender and slow; unspoken between us was that this would be our last loving for this time together. We shared whispers, kisses, hugs and more. It was neither want nor need – it was the joy of having time together and the agony of it ending. We both knew it was inevitable. That hardly mattered as we stared it in the face; each of us in our own way. The lovemaking was completely satisfying. I believe I remember you whispering as much in my ear as we held each other afterward.

I looked at you. Your eyes were filled. I kissed you. You found my shoulder and cried softly – me too. There were no words needed. Each of us was feeling the sweet bitterness of what we had shared and was, all too soon, coming to an end. Minor correction – What was the first of our visits was coming to an end.

“I love you.”

My eyes lifted to yours, stunned. You took my breath away with three words.

I kissed you, “Alison, I love you as well, more than I ever thought possible – this soon. This is not an ending but a beginning. We have planned our next visit, each of us has been tasked, and we shall move forward. Where we end is unknown; what matters is that we will – will – wind up together.”

You nodded. “I know. It’s all been so unexpected yet so brilliant. It’s been so much more than I ever thought we could be; it’s lovely. We are so good in person, just as we’d been in email and chat. I want to be with you again – soon – and just do all this and more.”

I knew just what you meant and nodded. “Yup; there’s a future, we’ll create it.”

Silence – we both knew; I hated to be the one, softly, “Honey, we have to get you packed and head out.”

Stoically you nodded. You rose to pack; this, that, and such. It didn’t take all that long; it was only 48 hours.

You came and sat next to me. Uh oh – there was that gleam – again – in your eyes.

“Pet, Akçay Escort Bayan I want something from you before I leave.” Oh? “Stand before me, Morgan, and lift your skirt.”

“Yes miss.” I rose, stood, and lifted my skirt.

I felt your hands fiddling with my panties. What on earth? The fabric was pulled to my sex. I felt your hands on my lips, spreading them, something slipped into their midst. I felt you tug at something. You smiled; “Look pet.” You turned me to the mirrored door. Skirt still lifted I saw what you’d done. You’d ribboned me!! Oh my god – I’d read it in your story. The elastic straps of my panties were completely in me front and back. The few steps to the mirror gave me a hint of the delicious ecstasy of it; one last gift of submission.

We settled for a rather late (2 pm) lunch. Four hours – not that I’m counting. We dawdled and lingered, not wanting to face the inevitable.

After we finished, “I think it’s time we head to the airport Alison.” You grabbed your coat from the chair and handed it to me. I helped you into it and put mine on as well. The exquisite bliss of your torture was with me every step of the way – as you’d known and planned. At the front desk we collected your bags. The doorman hailed a cab. We were on our way.

The cab ride was slow but not so much it caused worry. We were desperately silent.

Softly, “Morgan.” I turned and looked at you. Your hand was open. In it sat a black ribbon. I looked at you, puzzled.

“If I put this round your neck, would you accept it as a gift – a symbolic collar?”

You’d done it again – completely reduced me to a puddle. I nodded and smiled through tears. I turned around and saw your hands come across my vision. I felt the ribbon on my skin, loosely. I lifted the hair from my neck and felt your hands tying a knot. When you’d finished, I turned back around to you. The look in your eyes said it all. You brought my lips to yours; the kiss was unbearably sweet and loving. We both had tears; heads rested on shoulders as we hugged, silently.

I sighed softly as we arrived at the airport. You paid the fare, we gathered your luggage, and, arm in arm, strode into the terminal. A quick check of departures – fuck – the flight is on time, you’re good to go. NOOO!!! You’re not, nor am I.

We moved to security, the end of the line for me. You looked at me as we stood in line – an eyebrow cocked. I smiled.

“The ribboning is exactly as advertised Ally – devilishly delicious. It will be a wonderful way to think of you every day; that and my collar.” As I said that last my fingers caressed it. You smiled.

The line inched forward. Then it came – the final goodbye. We cried, hugged, cried, and kissed.

You cleared the icky TSA eye. One last glance, tear-filled eyes, blown kisses, and you disappeared into the crowd.

I stood in front of the departure board until your flight number came off the board. You were in the air – only a bit late.

I held myself together until I was outside the curious eyes of the masses. Then I melted into a puddle of tears.

Someone – she was young – came to hug me. “Honey, it’ll be okay. He’ll be back soon and you’ll be together again.”

Epilogue

48 hours. One weekend. The hope of a future together.

Dear reader – It’s January of 2012, the present. I’m now in the first person present. What came before was “the story.”

If that jars you I apologize. It’s been 5 years. What follows is what happened in the aftermath.

The weather cleared enough that, whatever the delays had been, flights were given clearance for takeoff. Alison’s plane left nearly on time. I stood and stared at the board to be sure. I went downstairs, waited in line for a cab, and headed home. Alone. Nothing remarkable about the cab ride, not that I can recall now.

I paid the cabbie, strode through the lobby, up the elevator and to my condo. Alone.

I tore off my coat, threw myself on my bed and sobbed my heart out. The room was still filled of the scent of us. It only broke my heart more. I must have cried myself to sleep.

8 pm. I jolted awake. I staggered to my feet, wandered to my office, turned on the computer, and clicked my browser.

The headline: “Plane crash in Montreal. 75 lives feared lost.” Heart pounding, I thought – she is going to Toronto.

Frantic, I checked the airline for flight details – nothing.

I Escort Akçay called; lines busy – OH GOD.

10 pm. – You should have landed two hours ago. I called your cell; it went to voice mail. I cried and raged.

Midnight – Again, nothing. Screaming in my agony I collapsed on my bed. Sleep did not find me.

3 am. – Same; it was killing me. You didn’t answer. The lines were still busy. The computer gave no answers.

6 am. – I awoke with a jolt – from habit. Somehow I had fallen asleep.

I rushed to the television, tuned in CNN, and rushed to turn on the computer. CNN filled me with dread with news of a crash in Montreal. The airline and the flight number – all the same. No – no, it can’t be.

I dialed your number – nothing; voice mail. I’m now frantic.

I called the airline and finally got a live person on the line.

“Yes, the flight was diverted to Montreal.” I collapsed; the phone slipped from my hands. The rest was a blur.

I died that day. I really did.

The TSBC, the Canadian equivalent to the NTSB, ruled it was “mechanical fault.” There were lawsuits. Whatever.

I have no idea, nor did I care, about anything else.

You were gone – we, us, future, plans, dreams – gone.

It’s okay if you’re wondering why and how a woman so many years my junior, on our first face-to-face weekend together, could affect me so. Soft laugh. It’s been five years – I’ve wondered nearly every day.

We loved each other. It’s that simple – and so completely complex. Surely you understand that!!

Was it love, or a sex-fueled crush gone wild? It was so new, but it was so very real.

What would have happened had the snow cancelled the flight? I tortured myself endlessly with just that.

There’s very little left in a plane crash. I wasn’t family so I had to grieve alone – save for a few intimates who came to know of you and my grieving.

On the first anniversary I cried a river, nearly tore my place apart in my fury and anguish – spent myself again and again in the blackest, darkest of it all – futilely.

On the second anniversary I drank myself into oblivion for several days. No relief there – only a hospital stay.

On the third anniversary I went to Toronto. I had an idea where you lived and worked. I’d been there twice before and loved the city. It is wonderfully cosmopolitan and vibrant. I hated it. I cried bitterly on the flight home.

Prior to the fourth anniversary I had sought and found a grief counselor. She helped me immensely. I raged, I screamed, I begged, I cursed. She gave me every bit of what I needed – saved my life, with this: “I Wasn’t Ready To Say Goodbye”

During one of our sessions she asked about the black ribbon around my neck. I cried and cried and cried. My stomach ached from the effort. That sweet day washed over me in a full, dark, wonderful tidal wave. When I had wrung out the last of my sobs I haltingly, painfully, and through tears, told her of that cab ride. When I finished I looked up through glistening eyes to find her crying.

I’m wearing it as I type. My will contains instructions that I’m to be buried with it on.

This January is the fifth anniversary and, at the urging of my counselor, I am writing this story. It is written in her honour – in memory of and for my love of my Alison, my Ally, my miss, and all that we shared in so brief a time.

The ache in my heart has barely receded in these five years. It no longer takes my breath away to speak her name.

I’m nearly 55 now. Whatever youth left in me was given, freely, to her.

I can tell you, honestly, that I still meander through each day. Nothing touches me, reaches me. I just do what’s needed.

This has been a tale of a chance connection that grew into a friendship that became a relationship and blossomed into a love story that ended tragically and suddenly. I have the privilege of sharing it with you, my dear reader.

Among the many gifts she gave me, this is the most precious: the rebirth of my muse.

“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.”

*****

Author’s notes: First and foremost, this is my fantasy, my story and my creation. The two authors referenced are, in fact, on Literotica. You can find them, and, more importantly, their stories. I heartily encourage you to explore their works.

I’ve not met the Alison in the story. I’ve no idea where she lives, where she works, who she loves. It’s literary license pure and simple.

The book, “I Wasn’t Ready To Say Goodbye,” is available on Amazon and in bookstores.

Thank you for reading – and, if it’s not too bold, for voting. As it’s said, again and again, feedback is what the author craves.

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Robert paced even as he drank his coffee, he could not sit still, I knew I would not see much of him today, he would be fussing over the bike all day. Finally at eight thirty we headed over to the bike shop, we would have to wait but Robert could not hold back, he had to get there.

When the doors opened Robert was out of the car and in the shop in seconds, he did not wait for me to get in with him, I even had to grab his helmet as he had forgotten about it as well. I walked in Robert was admiring the bike he longed to own.

“You’re here for the new bike Sir?” The clerk asked him.

Robert was lost in thought of his new motorcycle he did not see or hear anything around him.

“Yes he is, he is a bit mesmerized by it, he has wanted this for so long.”I told the clerk.

“I just need a signature from the legal owner and it is yours to drive away.” The clerk told us.

“Tom that’s me, I am the legal owner where do I sign?” Robert asked him.

Once we were signed off they opened the doors so he could push it out, I handed him his helmet and he started it up, the bike roared to life, Robert reved it up a few times. Sitting there on his brand new bike the man was beaming.

“Be careful drive safe Babe see you at home.” I told him as I kissed him.

“Love you Tom.” Robert said as he pulled in the clutch and put it in gear.

Robert was gone, I got in my SUV I would meet him at home. Robert was in the drive when I got there.

“Tom put the car away, come for a ride with me, this is so amazing, this bike is like riding on air.” Robert said to me.

He and I got on and headed out, he had to go show Eddy his new Bike, Eddy was so impressed with the newer model.

“Pretty sure Lisa will not let me buy a new one with our little one on the way.” Eddy said full of envy for Robert.

“Robert man you so deserve this, if there is a man on earth who deserves this more than you do I do not know the man.” Eddy said to Robert.

Next we headed to visit Robert’s Dad, he had to show him his new bike, he was like a kid with a new toy. Robert parked his bike we headed in to get his Dad, Robert kept looking back to make sure his bike was still there.

We walked in his Dad surprised to see us.

“Dad you have to come see the bike Tom bought for me, it’s here, I have it, it’s outide.” Robert told his Dad.

His Dad so happy for his son, telling him he deserved to have this motorcycle, the man worked and worked with no reward.

“Thank you Tom for being so good to my Son, you are one true gentleman.” Roberts Dad said to me pulling me in for a hug.

We tried to get his Dad to get on with Robert to go for a ride but he was to nervous he could fall and hurt himself. Finally he conceeded and decided to get on for a short ride in Kale Escort the parking lot. Watching the two of them on the motorcycle was priceless, I took many pictures of the two of them on the bike.

We got his Dad back in his room, just in time for lunch, Robert was sick to go for a longer ride with his new toy. We said our goodbyes and headed out, Robert and I would take a tour of the city, eventually going out on the highway to try it out as Robert put it.

Robert and I rode all afternoon, stopping for lunch at an outdoor cafe, Robert did not want to take his eyes off of his new ride. After lunch we went for a tour, stopping at Lisa and Eddy’s. We had a drink with them then headed home. The next weekend we would be going on our trip to the B and B Lisa and Eddy had bought for Robert for his Birthday.

Robert was on edge all week, stressing about the trip, not able to wait till the Friday night when we would get to take this brand new bike for a real ride. The week dragged on, I caught Robert going in the garage more than once just to look at his pride and joy. We had bought a cover for his old bike so it would stay clean, Robert wanted to use the old bike to go to and from work.

“Babe I did not buy you this brand new bike for you not to use it, I want you to ride every chance you can. Don’t be saving it for special usage, I bought it for you to use it and enjoy it.” I told him pulling him close to me.

“Thank you so much Tom, you made my life so much better by being in it every single day, I could never love another man like I love you.” Robert said pulling me in for a kiss.

We were up at seven Robert up peeing his usual, he snuggled back in bed next to me, I could tell he wanted to get on the road as soon as he could. Our plan was to meet Lisa and Eddy at our place leaving right after we all had breakfast. I made a full breakfast to keep us filled up till lunchtime.

Robert was on the edge of his seat, he could not wait to get on the road, he could finally get to drive his bike for a long ride. We got all loaded up and soon were on the road, Robert was a very cautious driver. I would never have to worry about us getting in an accident.

We stopped for lunch at a small diner a couple hours out of the city, I was ready to get off the bike for a stretch, it was nice being tight to my man but my legs got a little stiff after being on the bike this long. We still had another two hours of driving before we would get there, Robert was in heaven driving this bike. We had a great lunch the server this older lady very friendly telling us what was good and what not to order.

We were soon back on the road, Robert seemed to be smiling the whole time he was on his bike, once we arrived we got to our rooms, ours across form each Kale Escort Bayan other, I was happy they were not in the room next to ours, Robert at times could get quite vocal when I made him cum.

We went out for drinks, then we could look around, it was a pretty little place, so many things we could do to keep ourselves busy. We took in the sites, had dinner in a wonderful little seafood place the food was incredible, the service wonderful.

Our trip back home was a wonderful ride, this bike was incredible, it road like the wind, like Robert had said, so quiet, so comfortable to ride on. Robert was in heaven riding this bike. We stopped for lunch then on to home we said our goodbyes to Lisa and Eddy, then onward to our home.

Robert put the bike in the garage, we got it all unpacked, I had some laundry to get done, Robert and I would have a nice relaxing night in, him and I enjoying our last night before we both had to get back to work. Robert called his Dad to tell him about the trip, how well the bike travelled the roads, Robert eager to get back out there.

I got the laundry started, took out something for dinner, while Robert polished up the motorcycle. He had to be out there for over an hour, that bike would be sparkling clean for sure. Robert came in as I was about to take dinner out of the oven.

“Can you set the table Babe?” I asked Robert.

“Sure thing but I will need a kiss before I could possibly complete this task.” Robert replied pulling me into a kiss.

“Like I would say no to a kiss from you Mister.”I said to him, pulling him in tight.

Robert and I sat and enjoyed our meal, after dinner we were cleaning up putting dishes in the dishwasher, Robert putting away leftovers.

“Tom I would like to get some accessories for the motorcycle, a backrest for you so I can lean on you as we ride along, and few other things I saw at the cycle shop.” Robert said kind of asking.

“Get whatever you need Babe, they have my credit card on file just charge it to me. You don’t have to ask Babe, it will only make the ride for both of us that much more comfortable.” I told him pulling him in close to me.

“I just feel bad not being able to pay for it myself, but it will make the ride for both of us that much better.” Robert told me.

“Call them right now, I can approve any and all the accessories you want on the bike.” I told him.

Robert quickly got on the phone to the Cycle shop, telling them he wanted the backrest and the other two things he said would make our ride better. He told them we would be charging it all to my credit card. Robert could bring it in tonight, he and I would go over me following him in the SUV. Robert showed me the other things he wanted put on the bike, wanting me to know Escort Kale what he had in mind and how much he was going to spend.

We found a few other things we wanted installed at the same time, we paid and were on our way home. Robert wanted to stop by and see his Dad before we headed home, we went in to visit for a couple hours, his Dad yawning before we left. Robert gave his Dad a hug as did I, and we were on our way home.

Robert was so excited about all the accessories he would have on his bike, they told him he could pick it up tomorrow after work. Robert and I had a quiet night in, early to bed, him folding me up and giving it to me, the man was a machine, he pounded me till his cock exploded inside me.

Robert collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest, I held him there like he would fall off of me. We laid there till I have to go unload the load he had just deposited there. I grabbed a washcloth and wiped the man off, he was laying there staring at me, not talking just staring at me.

“Are you okay Babe?” I asked him.

“Never better never happier. Did I tell you how much I love you today?” Robert asked me as I crawled back in with him.

“No I don’t think you did Babe, is it more than yesterday?” I asked smiling.

“Yes it’s more than that, Tom I love you so much, I could have never met a better man than you, you complete me in every way. Tom would you marry me?” Robert asked me.

I laid there looking at this man, this perfect specimen of a man, the man who I loved more than anything, more than life itself.

“Robert are you serious here? Would I marry you?” Such a silly question really, there is only one answer I can possibly give you Mister and that answer is Yes, of course I would marry you.” I told him as I got on top of him.

I gently kissed him over and over, Robert rolled us over so he was now on top of me.

“When Tom? How soon can we get married?” Robert asked me.

“Well Babe we need a marriage licence, we have to make plans, we can’t just say we are getting married tomorrow. Lisa and I will have so much to do before we can actually do this.” I said to him smiling.

“Tom I want to marry you as soon as we can okay.” Robert stated to me.

I was on cloud nine I would get little or no sleep tonight, Robert was out in a few minutes. I got up and texted Lisa telling her Robert had asked me to marry him. She and I texted back and forth for almost an hour. I finally crawled back into bed, Robert was sound asleep, I cuddled in close to him, kissed his cheek.

“I love you so much Babe.” I whispered to him.

“Love you too Tom.” Robert mumbled to me.

“Babe if Eddy will drive me I will get him to bring me to the shop to get the bike after work, so you can head straight home this way.” Robert said as he was about to get out of the SUV.

I grabbed him and pulled him in close.

“I Love you so much, see you at home Babe.” I told him.

Robert and I kissed holding the kiss.

“Love you too Tom, so very very much.” Robert said grabbing his lunch box.

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Alex

Wow isn’t he hot! I thought this to myself as the good doctor walked away. But he’s probably straight and won’t even remember my name by the time he wakes up, I noted sadly. I shook my head slightly and turned to Miguel, “Well he seems nice” I said as we resumed our walk.

“Yeah he does seem nice and interested in you dude.” I rolled my eyes, it’s just like Miggy to try and hook me up with the first person that has stuff hanging between their legs.

“No he didn’t,” I countered.

“Uhm yeah he did. I saw him checking you out bro.”

I sighed. “Maybe you should stop drawing buildings for a living and start writing romance novels. You seem to have a lot of imagination for that sort of shit bro.”

He punched me lightly in the arm, “Ha bloody ha bro! I’m not imagining anything, I know what I saw.”

“Which is what exactly?”

“We-ell… He was checking you out and falling all over himself.”

“That’s just because he’s tired. And anyway he’s probably straight.” I said.

“What is it with you gay guys? It seems to me that every time you’re interested in a guy, your gaydar goes on vacation.”

I laughed at this. “Oh and you suddenly have gaydar?”

He laughed too “Nah man, I just know how a guy looks when he’s interested. After all, I have to deal with your many fans. You sort of develop a feel for this kind of Ova Escort thing you know.”

“I thought your girlfriend was my manager, not you bro?”

“Yeah she is but she’s not the one who spends 99% of her day with you, I am. So I’m basically your unofficial manager Lex.”

“You talk a lot of crap you know that right?” I said as I pushed him lightly.

Now Miguel is all muscle, so he didn’t even budge. He laughed and pushed me back and guess who fell over on his ass from that light push? Miguel laughed as he held out his hand to help me up. “Hey, that hurt you know!” I said punching him on the shoulder.

“You’re such a softie dude.” He said whilst laughing.

“Yeah well I’m not the bodybuilding type like you.” I shot back, laughing as well.

“You really are one of a kind Lex” Miggy said as he pulled me in for a hug.

“And that’s why you love me” I said into his shoulder. We shared a comfortable silence as we walked the rest of the way to our favourite restaurant.

“Hey guys, look who finally decided to come down from heaven and grace us with his presence” said Kevan, one of our friends.

“Yeah I finally managed to convince his royal highness to give us some of his time” replied Miggy, laughing.

I laughed too. “More like you gave me no choice Migg.”

“Ahh he smiles, it must be our lucky Ova Escort Bayan day” said Tevin, joining in in the laughter.

“It’s nice to see you guys” I said, smiling. I hadn’t realised how much I’d missed their company till now.

“Where are the others?” Miggy asked as we sat down.

“Ahh well your sister excused herself because she has to work Miggs, Sher should be here soon, Nick has an exhibition to prepare for, Dev should be arriving with Sher, Sam is in the bathroom, Brad is avoiding Reni, Dave and Steph haven’t called so I’m guessing they’ll be here and as for Reni… Well, we all know who she’s bound to be with.”

Miggs rolled his eyes when he heard Tev’s last answer. “Reni never has time for us anymore. Ever since she got back with Ray, she spends all her time with him.”

“But Miggs, you gotta understand man, if she’s not off filming somewhere, she’s somewhere else modeling and if it’s not that then she’s in another part of the world, on tour for some or other reason and if it’s not that then she’s visiting someone so I really don’t blame her for wanting to spend some time with her boyfriend.” I said.

Kev nodded his agreement, “Yeah I agree with Lex. She hardly ever has time to spend with Ray so I don’t blame her for wanting to spend more time with him.”

At that very moment, who should walk in but our very Escort Ova own Serenity Graye? Since I was facing the door, I saw her first. “Oh my God Reni!” I exclaimed and rushed over to hug her.

“Lex! It’s been so long” she said, half running to hug me too. “Where have you been hiding? I’ve missed you so much.”

“Well if you missed me that much Ms Graye, why on earth didn’t you come by? I’m sure you still remember where I live, right?” I mock chided.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry it’s just that what with spending more time with Ray and modeling, I’ve been extremely busy.” She said as we walked to the table.

“Oh and who’s releasing a new line?” I asked excitedly.

“Celestine is” she answered.

“Hey Reni” said Migg as we arrived at the table. “We were just talking about how you’ve neglected us” he continued, winking at her.

“Oh Miguel don’t make me feel worse than I already do.” She complained and we all laughed.

“Hey guys… oh my god Reni and Lex! You’re both here!” squealed Sam as she came back from the bathroom, “We’ve missed you both so much.”

“We’ve missed you guys too, right Lex?” Reni turned to me as she spoke.

“We-eell–” I began but was interrupted by a sort of vision that popped in my head from nowhere.

“Lex? Alex? Earth to Alexander, HEY ALEX!!!”

I came back to reality at the sound of my name. “Uhh yeah?”

“Dude what’s up?” asked Miguel.

I put my hand to my throbbing head — when did I get a headache??? “I-I just got this sudden headache dude and…” Before I even finished talking, I felt myself falling and was out before I’d even hit the ground.

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Shawn thought he’d heard something and struggled into wakefulness. Darkness blanketed the room except for a smudge of pale moonlight. He felt disoriented but held his head up to listen for the noise again.

“No, please. Please! I promise!”

It was a plea, spoken in a broken voice. A voice teetering on the edge of hysteria. A voice that came from Conor.

Shawn switched on the light and turned toward his bed partner. Conor’s back was to him and the breath left Shawn’s throat when he saw the healed but still livid welts across his back. Conor had been beaten and beaten badly.

“Oh, God, no! Please! Not again!” His cries screamed with desperation and fear. Conor’s body curled into a tight fetal ball, his arms thrown up to fend off invisible blows and the young man trembled so violently that the doctor was frightened himself. Shawn reached over and touched Conor’s shoulder. Conor shrieked, his crazed eyes meeting Shawn’s but not recognizing him. “No, please! Don’t beat me again!”

“Conor!”

“No. No!”

“CONOR!” At Shawn’s shout and forceful shake, the brilliant hazel eyes cleared of terror and brimmed with bright, silvery tears. Conor stared up into Shawn’s concerned face and panic gripped him anew. Had he talked in his sleep again? Had Shawn heard? “Are you all right?”

Conor couldn’t speak. His throat was closed with tears and his heart was pounding so loudly that he couldn’t hear. He nodded quickly, grabbing for the sheet that Shawn pulled from his fingers.

“Who beat you?” He had seen. Conor fought his tears as he blindly groped for the sheet. He was naked in the light and Shawn had seen something he’d shown to no one, not even himself. “Answer me, damn you!”

“Please … “

“No! You tell me!” Shawn hadn’t realized how hard he was gripping Conor’s arms until he saw the angry markings. “You’ve been holding something back. Now tell me!”

Tears spilled from Conor’s eyes and his chest ached with the effort of holding back sobs. “Shawn, please. Ask me anything … anything but that.”

“You won’t trust me?”

“I … ” Conor’s voice trailed off into an anguished whisper. “I can’t.”

Something in Shawn hardened. He should have known that it was too good to be true, that the feelings that he thought they shared were nothing but echoes of something he felt for Alan. “Suit yourself.”

Shrugging on his robe, he flicked off the light and tramped downstairs to spend a restless and sleepless night on the sofa. Conor curled up in the heated sheets, sobbing in painful silence and wishing that he could have told him the truth.

* * * * *

It took Conor three days to go through everything in his father’s spacious townhouse. He was surprised to find a volume with Shawn’s name on it and with a sick stomach, he flipped the cover open, expecting to see naked pictures of his father’s lover. Instead, he found photos, artistic photos taken by someone who had a keen eye and a light touch. Of all the shots, there was one that really struck Conor. It was a child with a paper sailboat. That in itself was simple but the details were not. The child’s expression was priceless.

That dealt a blow to Conor’s innards and he closed his eyes as he heard the walls he’d so carefully constructed come crumbling down. He knew that Shawn wasn’t like his ex but … he paused when he realized that he was absent-mindedly rubbing his scarred shoulder. He just couldn’t return to that. He couldn’t allow anyone to have control over him, no matter how much he desired it.

Conor leaned back and closed his eyes. God, he was fucked up! First, his ex, now, his father, then Shawn. He rubbed his eyes, feeling a bit of his insides melt. Ha! Dokuma Escort The hot, arrogant progeny of Alan Dunlop doesn’t have life figured out! He tried to ignore the voice in his head and looked down at Shawn’s pictures.

It was time.

* * * * *

“His name was Frank.”

Shawn looked up from his bowl of tepid vegetable soup and gazed into Conor’s troubled eyes. The din of the hospital’s cafeteria covered the pain in the young man’s voice but Shawn heard it clearly.

“Stop.” Oh, how he wanted to pull him into his arms!

Conor stood there, his emotions engraved on his puerile features, his large eyes filled with anguished tears. “Shawn … “

“Here. Take my keys and go home. I’ll meet you there.” Shawn’s keys rubbed the numbed pads of Conor’s fingertips and he lifted his eyes to him. “I might be a little late but you get something to eat and get some sleep, hear me?”

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say?”

“Yes, Conor. I want to hear what you want to tell me, more than anything. But this is not the place.” Shawn touched his cheek with gentle fingers. “Have something to eat, take a bath and crawl into my bed. We’ll talk when I get home, okay?”

Conor gazed into the mesmerizing blue eyes. “Promise?”

“Yes, I promise.” Shawn watched the young man walk away, his heart thumping in his chest and his appetite gone.

* * * * *

Hi, again!

Kinda strange that someone that’s dying would be so happy, eh? Well, to tell you the truth, I’m happy to be going. I fucked up my life and for what? Sensation without protection? Partly. Sex without emotion? Exactly. As long as I was able to fuck anyone I wanted, there was no necessity, at least in my mind, to cultivate a ‘relationship’ with the person. And why the hell would I want to have a relationship? Why the hell would I want to be tied down? To be irrevocably tied to someone via ’emotion’?

Not me.

Alas, dear Conor, I learned too late. When I declared myself ‘gay’, I decided that I would never grow up, that I would recoup all the missed opportunities of my childhood. Little did I know that my stupidity would be the cause of my eventual death. Yes, dear son, I was stupid. I equated sex with a connection. Of course, it didn’t happen. Why? Because the dudes I hooked up with were just looking for a romp. Of course, being the ‘man’ that I was, I insisted that I was, also. But to be truthful, I was always looking for my soulmate. I was just too jaded. I never thought I’d find that person.

Then I met Shawn.

Before you get too twisted, we’ve never had a physical relationship. Strangely, Shawn has never been someone that I wanted to fuck. I’m not sure why, except that something inside me recognized him as a good person, as a person that I would rather cultivate a friendship with. That was a strange development for me. I’ve never wanted nor needed friendship before. But something about Shawn … I just can’t explain it. If I were a different person and much younger, then I would choose Shawn for my partner. Shawn’s a man that could make a man believe in love …

But you’re a smart guy. If all goes well, you’ll find this out for yourself.

I first met Shawn at a medical fundraiser some years ago and I was very flattered that he knew my work. He told me that he had signed up for my course but had been turned down because he wasn’t a photography student and the course was closed to anyone who wasn’t a photo major. I invited him out to lunch the next day and told him to bring his photos. He brought his portfolio and I was astounded to say the least. His shots Dokuma Escort Bayan were simply perfection. Spartan. Clean. Focused. They were, in a word, fantastic.

I closed the album and took a closer look at him, wondering who had touched him with this magnificent gift. I asked who taught him to take shots. He told me about his uncle Jesse and the ancient Pentax that he still had. I asked who taught him about composition. He told me about his aunt Maybell and his grandmother Earlene who were watercolor painters and avid floral gardeners. I finally asked him who took the shots for him and I instantly regretted the question.

The look on his face was a seductive mix of anger and incredulity. He stood up very calmly, gathered his books and dropped some money on the table and left without a word. It took me three weeks to find out who he was and get his phone number. When he answered the phone, it was as if winter had descended. I told him that I had gotten him into the class and told him when it would begin. He told me that he was no longer interested because of my comments. It took three phone calls and a ticket to Taboo to get him to take the class.

Believe me when I say that it was one of the best things I’d ever done. The work that Shawn turned in was the best I’ve ever seen from a student. If I hadn’t known that they’d come from him, I would have sworn that they had been done by a professional. I urged Shawn to pursue his hobby but he told me that he was too in love with being a doctor to turn his back on it.

Little did I know how much Shawn loved being a doctor.

When I was diagnosed, I pretty much ignored it. I read the pamphlets, shrugged my shoulders and set off to find positive partners. I still was not done with the idea of fucking. It was kind of a relief, knowing that the person whose ass I was using as a cum repository, was positive as well. No questions, no answers, no problems. I was at least responsible enough not to pass the disease to anyone else. You should be proud of me for that. But from time to time, I’d feel ill and I found myself in the emergency ward with Shawn attending.

He stayed up with me all night that first night. He was concerned about my health, he later told me. I wasn’t eating the right foods. I wasn’t taking care of myself. I didn’t care. Death was death, wasn’t it? Did it matter if you dropped off with a six-pack or a beer belly? It was of vast importance to Shawn. Better health meant longer life. He made me take vitamins and started coming by the apartment to take me on long, torturous hikes. He wanted me to care about myself. I didn’t give a shit, but he did.

I’ll never forget how mad he was when he found out that I was still having sex. He told me that it was disgusting that a positive person was still going at it. I told him that my body was dying but not my soul. I think I taught him something that day. I never thought that there was anything that I could have taught Shawn …

A strange warmth awoke Conor.

He drifted into wakefulness and flexed his numb hand. His limb had fallen asleep while he read his father’s journal and the sharp edge digging into his forearm had cut off his circulation but as much as he hated that sensation, another made him more concerned. Lying completely still, he could feel every muscled inch of Shawn’s body. He thought of nothing of the sexuality of the situation; Conor only thought of flight.

Shawn’s soft whisper caught his attention and momentarily froze him into place. “You said his name was Frank.”

A shudder skated through Conor’s innards. He knew Escort Dokuma that Shawn was giving him an opportunity to continue the dialog that he’d begun earlier, in the cafeteria. Conor thought about feigning sleep, then turned in Shawn’s arms, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Yes.”

Shawn pushed a damp curl of hair out of Conor’s sunken eyes and leaned close, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. A supportive kiss. “Tell me what you want me to know.”

Tell me what you want me to know. Easy words to say. Conor gazed into the doctor’s eyes and did something that he never thought he’d do. He started speaking.

“I met Frank when I was 8. He ran an ice-cream parlor down the street from Mom’s house. I used to spend a lot of time there, eating ice cream and cleaning up. He’d give me a quart or two of ice cream every night for payment. Mom liked that. She ate most of it every night. On my eighteenth birthday, Frank hired me and gave me the apartment above the parlor to live in. My job entailed security as well as clean-up. I didn’t have a problem with that. Frank did.”

Shawn listened to Conor’s voice, drawn to the beauty of his pain-filled features. He listened to the story of a human being and observed the young man’s countenance as he relayed the tale. The arrangement with Frank had gone horribly awry. The man had accused Conor of eating ice cream at night and whittling away his precious profits. So …

“He beat me.” Conor could barely breathe as he spoke the words. “He brought the whip as a joke, I thought, but I was so wrong.”

Shawn felt Conor’s body start to tremble; a deep tremble that started from his heart and made its way outward. “It’s okay, baby.” He ran his hand over Conor’s shoulder, down to his elbow and over his hip. “He can’t hurt you now.”

He can’t hurt you now. Conor wanted to believe in his words. He felt a shiver course through his body as Shawn’s fingers intertwined with his. His warmth not only soaked into his skin but into his heart and that fact made Conor want to pull away. He made a token attempt but Shawn would not allow it. He worked his hand down past the knuckles and clamped down on Conor’s hand.

“The nightly whipping wasn’t enough for him after awhile. He found out that I was gay and decided that I should service him.” Conor waited for the words. Why didn’t you leave? Words that he could never supply a satisfactory answer to. To his amazement and relief, Shawn didn’t speak those words. “He started beating me every night and fucking me after I was bleeding.”

Shawn’s stomach twisted into uncomfortable knots. “Conor, you don’t have to tell me any more.”

“Yes, I do.”

The doctor listened closely as Conor related the rest of his story. The continuous beatings, the unsavory couplings, the multiple partners. He was lucky that Frank believed in condoms. Except when it came to his own prick.

“One day, my mother called and said that she’d heard from my father.” Conor recalled that day: the day he’d wanted to commit murder. She had sounded so lively and gay when she’d imparted the news. Your sperm donor called. “I didn’t find out who he was right away but at least I knew that she was in contact with him.”

“Did you want to talk to him?”

“Of course!” The bravado he’d clung to melted quickly. “I’ve always wanted to talk to my father but that bitch … “

“She wouldn’t let you.”

“She told me all kinds of stories about him.” Shawn watched as Conor’s eyes opened and those haunting hazel eyes trained on him, making his cock twitch. “Mostly that she hated him.”

“What happened to Frank?”

“I called the police about him and he was arrested for trying to molest another child.”

“Good for you.” Shawn touched Conor’s cheek, seeing the dark shadows moving behind his eyes. “Did you save that other child?”

No. Conor knew what Shawn was asking. That other child was himself. No. That other child had not been saved. “No.”

“Maybe I can save him.”

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Are These Things Planned Somehow? Ch. 01

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Having been inspired by what I’ve read here I’ve finally got around to finishing this and any constructive comments are greatly appreciated. Also, thanks are due to a certain individual for their inspiration on a certain character in the story. They know who they are. All characters are over 18 years old.

*****

This is our First Day, arriving in the morning of an early summers day. In the afternoon, black thunderclouds are now looming, slowly rolling in, low and nearly overhead. The Sunlight is there one minute then gone the next and the sparkling turquoise waves are turning dark and blacker by the minute. What was the cooling breeze suddenly becomes a gusting wind, ruffling and putting strain on the multi-coloured beach umbrellas dotted about in front of us. The sand grains airborne, tingling our faces as she and I huddle in low beach chairs. The weather is closing in. We put our books down and look skyward, then at each other. Without saying a word we know what we have to do.

Some people have fled already, their cool boxes and umbrellas hefted up to the various hotels and cottages dotted behind us. Our rented beach cottage, is a good 45 minutes away. We drive that far to get to this better beach which we found many years ago on a day out with our parents. It’s less crowded and flatter.

“Let’s get back to the car and head out,” I tell her, continuing “I estimate we’ve got maybe 30 minutes tops before that lot hits us.” She agrees happily and we pack up and quickly, heading off to the car park. Just as we reach the car, she insists we should wash off the sand at the outdoor public shower on the corner of the car park. We’ve got time, she explains. It’s one of those single, open top type cubicles with simple planks for walls. There is but one shower and an old couple are already waiting their turn in front of us. We push our luck and move to join behind them.

Just as we arrive an old man exits and they= old couple go in, taking their clothes and bars of soap. Talk about well prepared. Within minutes the line behind us grows, with half dozen people now waiting their turn, looking skyward at regular intervals. The old couple come out, grinning and laughing. Now it’s our turn. “Go ahead,” I say to her. She goes in and starts to close the door.

“Can’t you and your boyfriend shower together?” someone behind us says in a loud voice. “It would help us all out.” We all look up and back at the black clouds now even closer.

Still standing in the door, she looks at me. I look at her. “Well, come on boyfriend,” she says. “We’d better hurry.” She quickly takes my hand, pulls me in and latches the door. It’s then I realise there is no roof. The shower is open above us, the sky darkening by the second.

“You okay with this?” she whispers.

Whispering back I say “Am I okay? Really?,” with quiet sarcasm and a smile. “I guess I am. Aside from the fact that I somehow can’t remember the last time I took a shower with my sister.”

Even in here, the line of people outside is no more than 10 feet away. She turns on the shower, still whispering. “It will speed up things Alex. Everyone’s in a hurry. It just makes sense.”

Before I can collect any thoughts and reply, she turns her back to me, steps under the shower head, lets the cool water spray over her. Some of it hits me in the face. The coolness of it feels remarkably good. It has been really hot on the beach all day until the weather broke. She shakes her hair, looks up at the sky, lets her face get the full force of the water, and slowly, deliberately unties the halter neck of her one piece.

I am less than a foot behind her, standing still, unable to move. Shower mist still wetting my face and eyes. It’s a nervous moment. Jitteriness overtaking my stomach, anxiety creeping in. Suddenly, I realise, I don’t know how I feel about this.

I watch as she slides her fingers underneath the edge of the spandex just above her waist. She pushes her swimsuit down. From behind, I see the beginnings of the dark cleft between her buttocks. She slips the suit further down, over her hips, slowly down her thighs, bends over to push it past her knees until her swimsuit falls freely to the floor at her ankles.

With her back still to me, she glances over her shoulder. “Are you going to take a shower, Alex? Or are you just going to ogle me?” she whispers. “I’m 18. It should come as no surprise that I have developed into a young woman – if that’s what you’re thinking.” She seems a little annoyed at my inaction. But usually she’s really shy. Why is she showing no embarrassment this time?

At this point, I have no choice, I suppose. I have to man up. So, I strip off my swim shorts. Let them drop down into the sand strewn water.

Now that my senses have returned to some normality I gaze at her and particularly her body which is beautifully toned and healthy. And then there is the slenderness of her. The sensuous neck. Long slim fingers. Smooth shoulders. Unblemished back. A distinctive curve to Kalkan Escort her buttocks. Not a young teenage girl’s body anymore, but a young woman’s with lovely curving, which alone is bewitching. These things have gone unnoticed by me until now. Of course, I reason, I’ve also never before seen her without any clothes on recently. Never really wanted to, as best I can remember.

This young woman, my sister, who I would have professed to know so well, has in an instant become a mystery to me. This can’t be the same sister who used to keep herself to herself. The one whose blue eyes used to cut right through me if I ever said anything bad about her during her early teen years. That look alone would have prompted a swift exit from where ever I was at the time. Now, I’m not looking at that young girl. Someone else is standing there, exquisitely naked, her back to me, in this outdoor shower.

She turns and faces me. She’s much shorter than me. Her narrow face. Button nose. Large blue wide-set eyes, calming, almost sleepy in their gaze. Her skin virginally white where the sun hasn’t coloured it. Her fingers splayed gently across and around her breasts, slowly brushing away the sand and water. And what breasts, not large, but the biggest I’ve ever seen in person. They seem to look heavier and larger than when they were encased in that swimsuit. Sagging just a little from their weight. For an instant, I think I see her massage each pink nipple with her thumbs. Maybe not. I scan her body looking down, no visible pubic hair. Then I realise, she is now watching me watch her, so I can’t stare down at her lower body for too long, though, I find myself wanting to.

Whether it is the single thought of being naked with my sister, or just being naked with a female in a public shower – with people queuing and bustling all around us – I do not know. Nonetheless, my penis starts growing, enlarging. The blood rushing in as never before. Unwanted but uncontrollable. Engorging. Getting harder. Harder and harder, growing by the second. I pretend not to notice. Of all times, why does this have to happen to me now?

As she rinses more sand from her thick, milk chocolaty hair, her eyes lower, fastening on it. My hard penis twitching. She makes no pretence. She is watching it as she now washes her arms. Her eyes moving slowly on it, studying its length, its girth, skin texture. Watching it bob up and down in the shower spray. She says nothing. Yet, for some unknown reason, I know she is measuring me with her eyes. An uneasy silence now between us, I’m now aware of the chatter of people outside and the sound of the shower spray raining down, bouncing off our bodies, plopping on the floor into puddles. She pulls me closer to her to let me wash myself under the showerhead. She backs up to give me room her curved bottom hitting the shower stall.

Leaning in toward me a little, she dips her head under the falling water as I brush off my chest and stomach. It does not escape my attention that, with her now this close that we are almost touching, once again she is taking note of my erection. Her eyes lowered, looking toward the wet sand covered concrete floor, to see it better. Also, watching me stroke myself once and then twice to get sand off. Watching me slowly massage the sand out of my balls which I have to be careful not to prolong. I squeeze my insides, trying to keep from ejaculating in front of her. I’m 21. I should be able to do this. And luck is with me this time.

We rinse our suits off quickly, get the sand out of the crotches, put them on awkwardly in front of each other. One by one, she lifts her legs to step into the swimsuit. My first real look at her pubic area. Smooth and not a hint of hair anywhere. She is aware that I am looking. We are dressed and she starts to open the door. Then stops. Looks me in the eyes straight on.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” she says with a cheeky grin on her face. She then quickly unlocks the door and bounces off toward the car. Who is this new young woman I think to myself!

***

A lot has changed about my sister now I come to think of it, just from having reflected watching her on the beach today, before the storm made its presence. A certain new poise to her, even when she was sitting, reading in the beach chair. More apparent as she walked, one slow deliberate step at a time, searching down the beach looking for sea shells to pass the time. She carries herself well now, maybe even gracefully. She now makes a good impression and I guess makes heads turn, both male and female.

To some, she must seem of an older age, certainly to those coaxing us to shower together, thinking we’re a couple. A little more self-assured and sociable now, which I guess working on the farm has provided, though the shyness is still there. One can forgive her for that, it’s a trait born to her and is utterly charming now. Not that working on a farm means she’s not bright. She’s very clever in fact and got grades much better than Kalkan Escort Bayan mine.

She use to consider me her best friend when we were growing up. As male teenagers, other boys shunned their sisters as being un-cool. Not me. I liked being seen with her back then. We used to share secrets too, racked up adventures large and small, and I listened as she shared hers with a passion I could not equal. I grew to love being in her company back in the day, but then a switch flicked and she changed into a rather spiteful teen and all that was lost.

* * *

“Well, that was a first for me,” she says as we drive back slowly in the torrential rain.

“I guess,” I say. “I mean how many sisters and brothers can say they’ve taken a shower together at our age.” It wasn’t a question just a statement.

“I wasn’t talking about that. I meant, no one’s ever thought me old enough before, to be a guy’s girlfriend. Now that was a first.” she smiles.

“I can tell you’re flattered.” I say sarcastically.

She looks at me, smiles. “Think of this as another one of our many adventures together, like we used too. We’ll remember it always.”

“That’s my fear,” I tell her. How did she know I was thinking back to those days!

From there we lapse into trading jokes about it. Then the inevitable silence that comes with long drives. I’m behind the wheel. She is lost in thought. Often, I have found myself trying to figure out what she’s thinking. As for me, I know I can never erase this day. I can’t help but wonder if, in those five minutes, all has changed for us – because of this one simple act of getting together and washing the sand off. Standing next to each other naked. I feel guilty that I enjoyed watching her nude. I shouldn’t have allowed myself to get an erection right under her eyes. Uncertainty now surrounds me. I feel uneasy for a second. Why do I get this sense that nothing will ever be quite the same again.

* * *

Where we are staying is very rustic and basic, a light blue wooden boarded cottage. It’s on stilts twelve feet high to catch the enduring, gentle sea breeze. Heavy slatted shutters constantly rattling on their hinges guard the windows. Built in the early 60’s there are ceiling fans, an ocean themed decor of assorted lamps, chairs and a sofa, weatherworn and all in a all slapdash but somehow pleasant arrangement. ‘Modest but economical’ our mother used to say. Our home away from home each summer for a break. For as far back as I can remember. It bears a likeness to the hundreds of other cottages lining this beach, each a few feet from the other.

In those early years we could afford to much luxury as a family. Which is why we rented this same cottage year after year. A Living room, one bedroom and kitchen, all light polished wood panelling on the inside, a very dated styling but one that brings back fond memories each year. My parents slept in the tiny bedroom on what was just barely a double bed. I usually claimed the living room sofa, and my sister slept on the covered, screened-in front deck looking out over the night beach, better to hear the waves she would always say.

It was all absolutely close-quartered. Before bed, weather permitting, we would migrate to the front deck to sit in wooden rocking chairs in the dark, feeling the salty breeze against our skin, following the far-off lights of ships at sea as they made their way to places unknown but hopefully exotic.

With time came wealth for our parents, we could afford better as a family but here always felt good, great even. Much better. But it’s very homeliness infatuated our mother more than any of us. She adored the memories we’d already built here. Thus, each year we have returned. My parents couldn’t make the trip this summer. Just my sister and I for an abbreviated stay. What was surprising is that Sarah suggested we could sleep together on the double bed. Which was not an oddity if we were still young. Over the years, we had slept side by side even top and tail on occasion, at family gatherings and such.

On this first night, I bring glasses of Chablis, our wine of choice, out to the deck. For me this means dark khaki shorts and a bare chest, since I’m feeling the twinges of a light sunburn. My sister comes out in plain white knickers and a short tee shirt. She is never one prone to need provocative dress. Yet, here she is in her panties.

“I’m assuming you don’t mind, since we’ve already crossed that line today,” she says as she sits down.

What can I tell her? I don’t really know how I feel about this at that moment.

“If you want me to put more on, I will,” she says. Slowly, I shake my head no.

We sit in silence a few minutes. A little discomfort between us. An uneasiness of the situation.

“It’s bothering you, isn’t it.” she whispers to me.

“No. It’s just different. Just different. That’s all.”

“You know, Alex. Now that you’re no longer at home, the days I have off work, I’ll Escort Kalkan spend the whole day at home like this if mum and dad aren’t around.” she pauses then continues ” You want in on another secret? Sometimes I even spend the day naked.” She says this so easily, as if it were a normal discussion.

“My sister – the nudist.” I say with surprise in my voice.

“Not hardly. I have no desire for people to watch me. And I have no inclination to play ball games naked. This is for me. I relish the sense of being in my own skin. I feel more in touch with myself. There’s a certain intimacy about it,” she has always said things with such feeling.

“By the way, that’s something I’d like to keep between you and me.”

“No one knows?” I say, thinking it stupid after saying it.

“Don’t be silly. They would think it ridiculous. I don’t do it when anyone’s around. No. I’m by myself. Usually I sit naked and read or type emails. Sometimes for hours. It’s actually very pleasurable.”

She sips the wine, leans her head onto the back of the chair, resting and staring out into the dark, the sounds of waves breaking loudly across the shore.

“So I just thought, after this afternoon, you wouldn’t mind. You’ve seen more than this anyway now.” She says quietly.

“But you said it’s something you do just by yourself?”

“It is private. Very private. And you’re the only person in the world I would let into that part of my life,” she tells me. “We’re on the same page, you and I. I think I know that better than you do.”

Why is this happening now? I think to myself. Why does she now think we are on the same page after years of not being. I feel uneasy again.

Yawns and thoughts of sleep. I definitely need it. The idle relaxing and sun exhausts one’s bones, dries out the skin, dehydrates. Then I’m remembering there is one bedroom. As if by telepathy we move into the room without saying anything. The breeze light, though steady, still leaves the room warm. We push down the top sheet. She, still in panties and tee shirt, me now down to my boxers. Only a foot apart, yet there is no cuddling, no spooning, no touching. We both just fall to sleep.

The second day and it’s Sunrise. My favourite time, if I can make myself rise early enough of course. As a family we sometimes used to walk the beach before first light, a time when all is still and silvery grey. Then the gulls glide about overhead as the sun peeks over the ocean, lighting it, a glittery affect on the waves. I remember someone wrote, “and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them.” Our mother would recite those lines to us on cold winter evenings when we were younger, nights the three of us spent planning our next beach trip for the summer ahead. I begin to wonder has she got anything to do with this change in my sister?

On this particular morning, my eyes focus on my still-sleeping sister, lying on her side her back to me. Beyond her by just a few feet, the bedroom window and the ocean, little by little coming out of the darkness, all life and form returning to it.

The sight of Sarah is warming. I’m actually lying here thinking a lot about Sarah. Such an enigma to me now all of the sudden. Walking around in panties and those perky boobs, wow. Telling me she likes to be nude. I thought I knew her. Maybe I don’t. During conversations she always preferred more challenging topics. “What are you passionate about, Alex?” she will ask. “What book are you reading now, Alex? Tell me about them and don’t forget the juicy bits.” More than a few dinners and lunches have been spent with myself, mum and dad discussing her deep interest in farming with great detail, a passion she now has as a job. Never discussing anything sexual in the slightest. Not even an innuendo I can recall or remember!

As I’m thinking this I have an epiphany moment. Many of the paintings here, those most known to us, are of beautiful turn-of-the-century women, titillating and suggestive portrayals really. Many are nude but only from the back, no intimate body parts on show. Some are groups of women nude together, gathered around a bathing pool. These are all new thoughts for me this morning, I’ve never really looked at them in that much detail before.

I look back over at Sarah. It took a moment to register that her back is bare. Sometime in the night she had taken off that small tee shirt. I can’t blame her. It was such a humid evening. My attention turns in the early sunlight and to the smoothness, the creaminess of her back. Her shoulders toned, her waist narrow and perfectly curved. I study the curve up her hip as it flares out. I can see the crease in her panties that separates her perfect bum cheeks . The faint scent of her skin fills my nostrils, a mixture of sea salt, milky tanning lotion and perspiration. Her hair tousled from sleep, but perfectly cut and still lustrous. Although still young, she nonetheless exudes an erotic air I have never before imagined in her. In the space of less than one day, she has, to my mind, evolved from a sister to a flawless young woman. This thought stirs me to arousal, I can’t control it. She could have been on one of these canvases on the wall I think to myself. I have never before sensed any of this and that uneasy feeling I had last night returns.

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Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 04

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Please note:

1 Previous chapters have been in “Mature” — subsequent ones may be in “Group” or “Taboo/incest” sections. At least Ch 01 should be read before this one.

2 My disclaimer at the beginning of Ch 02 regarding the voyeur/exhibitionist facility bears repeating:

“There are several possible explanations of the ‘room with a view’ came to be set up but I considered it preferable not to describe how. Suffice to say that in the story it is envisaged as (a) for consensual use only (b) with the knowledge and control of all parties involved and (c) for use with over-18s only.”

3 All characters are over the age of 18.

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Caroline sat on the bed and crossed her leg. Her dress reached to her knees, but the diagonal line of her hem revealed a small amount of pale, inviting, slightly plump thigh. I just stood there, unsure what to expect, nervous, and without the faintest idea what to say or do. I became aware of a sweet smell and noticed the aerosol can of air freshener on a chest of drawers. It was a reminder that my Aunt Anne and Caroline’s partner Jack had had sex in this room — and on this very bed — less than an hour ago.

Jack sat next to Caroline on the bed and motioned me to sit on the small armchair that faced it. He smiled. He was average build and height, a little overweight but not massively so, and his dark hair was flecked with grey.

“You seem to appreciate my partner’s tits, James…” he said in a matter-of fact way. I felt myself blush again.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed. I’m just enquiring. I mean — you WERE having a good look at them under her dress, weren’t you?”

I nodded.

“I don’t blame you, mate,” he added cheerfully. “They are nice. Nice and big! Ripe and soft, aren’t they…”

I watched as he cupped one of her breasts and kneaded it through the tight-fitting blue jersey fabric.

“Were you trying to make out my nipples?” Caroline asked.

I nodded.

“Make them go hard so he can see them, Jack,” she said softly.

I watched his fingertip trace over her large orb, then in little spiral movements. He made gentle little scratching movements through the dress.

“I’VE seen you looking at my boobs through my dress, too, you naughty boy!” she said to me in a mock-scolding tone “Do you like them?” she asked more gently, sighing with pleasure as Jack stimulated her. I could make out the tip of her nipple beginning to press against the blue jersey material.

“Yes,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.

I longed to do something, but they were strangers, and man and partner, too, of course, and I felt intimidated, an intruder on their intimacy. This was the whole point, of course, but I was way out of my comfort zone.

“You must like them, to have been looking at them so openly right under everyone else’s nose!” Caroline pretended to chide, then added, “including the nose of my own partner — and your aunt!”

Both she and Jack seemed to relish my embarrassment.

“Yes, I do, Caroline. I… I think they’re gorgeous,” I added, trying to regain my composure.

“And I suppose that while we were all sitting talking you were undressing me in your mind, trying to imagine my big boobies naked — what they would look like, what they would FEEL like?”

“Yes, I did,” I replied, becoming more confident.

“I KNOW you did. I saw your prick go hard through your trousers!” she continued. I held her gaze then my gaze strayed to her partner’s fingers as he stroked and caressed her big orbs. “You tried to hide it, but I saw it. I bet your aunt did, too. I know Lucy did, too. I saw her staring at the bulge in your jeans. I expect she thought it was her that was making it grow, and she was partly right. But I saw your prick give a little twitch as you glanced across at my juicy boobs.”

“Why don’t you do what I’m doing, mate?” Jack asked. “Come over here if you like, and make her other nipple go big and hard!”

I sat on the other side of Caroline. The bedsprings creaked. The bed had an open pine frame and springs, rather than a divan. I gazed at her partner’s hand as he teased her nipple. Sure enough it began to jut more firmly against the soft fabric of her dress.

I mimicked his actions, thrilling at the feel of her nipple hardening under my fingertip, and I found my gaze alternating between my hand and his. It felt very illicit to be invited to touch Caroline’s breasts by her partner and to be doing so at the same time as him. I was acutely conscious, too, that his hand had just half an hour or so earlier been exploring, and pleasuring, my Aunt Anne. The realisation made distaste and lust arise in my mind.

Caroline whimpered and, like me, her eyes went from one hand and breast to the other.

“That’s nice, James. You have a nice touch. I like to share my boobs with other men. I like to bare them to strangers and invite them to touch them — and, if I like them, maybe invite them to kiss them and suck them, too!”

She seemed so prim and proper I doubted whether this was really Tekirova Escort the case, but it didn’t matter. It was fun to imagine her doing so.

“Give that tit a little squeeze, mate — feel the size, the weight…” Jack encouraged.

Her breast felt firm, well restrained by her bra, and her dress was warm and soft to touch. My eye wandered from her subtly palpating orb to the top of her cleft. Above and to each side of it her skin was slightly lined, but to me she was enormously sexy. I had long fantasised about having sex with an older woman, and enjoyed porn of women over forty. For the second time that very evening it was happening; my hand was once more touching the breast of a mature, sexually experienced woman. And I was doing so while her partner played with her other one!

“I think you should have a look down my dress, James,” she crooned. I was almost trembling with suppressed desire as she leaned forward and tugged her neckline away from her. Its tight fight only allowed it to move an inch or so, but it allowed me to see her lacy bra, of a shade of blue that almost matched her dress. Her cleft was deep. Her orbs were big and round in her bra and one nipple stood out against it.

“Unzip her dress and she can show you her tits in just her bra,” Jack said. His eyes were bright as he took in my desire for his partner.

I knelt on the bed and unzipped the back of her dress. I could see the broad back panel of her substantial bra and the wide straps.

Jack was smiling. I held his gaze, though nervously, as I leaned forward. He said nothing but I saw him rub his crotch through his trousers. I kissed his partner’s back. He made no objection. I planted several more light kisses on her back. Her skin was soft and warm. She sighed. I cupped her breast and rocked it up and down through her dress and bra.

“Mmmm, James, you know how to please a woman — even an older woman!” Caroline sighed. “I… I hope I’m not too old for you!” she added.

“Of course you’re not!” I said reassuringly, and I meant it. “I… I think you’re really sexy… really attractive, too…”

“Slide my dress down off my shoulders — but no taking my bra off, you bad boy — not till I give you permission. I’ll tell your auntie if you do!”

Her mention of my aunt made a bead of perspiration break out on my back. I found myself wondering whether she was watching me right now. It beaded more as I wondered, as I had earlier, what else she was doing right then. With Bill, Lucy’s husband. And with Lucy. The thought of her and Lucy together was even more illicit than the thought of her with Jack. I recalled a few minutes earlier when Lucy had rested her hand on Aunt Anne’s knee. Were the two of them together pleasuring Bill, I wondered? Or even each other?

Thankfully I had plenty to break such thoughts. My hands trembled as I slid the blue jersey fabric of her dress off Caroline’s shoulders. I looked over her shoulder and watched as her dress rested on her ample breasts.

“It’s no good leaving it there, honey!” she murmured. I gently held the neckline and eased it down over her lace-covered breasts. Jack was watching me intently. Caroline stood up and stepped away. Jack shuffled back to make room as she sat on the bed again, upright near the headboard this time. Her powder-blue lacy bra looked very full, and above it her skin looked pale and smooth.

I fleetingly debated whether to cover the spy holes by removing my shirt and hanging it up on the clothes hook, but I was too preoccupied. In any case, none of us was on display naked or doing anything explicit for any watchers to see — including my aunt — in the next room.

“Do you like big boobs?” Caroline asked, smiling at me and cupping my hand harder against her lovely orb. I loved the way it gave way slightly through the scratchy lace.

“Yes. Yes I do.”

“And you don’t mind OLDER big boobs,” she prompted.

“I… I… I’ve never had the pleasure. But I… I often wish I had…” I replied. My coyness was genuine, given that she and I were discussing her breasts in the presence of her common-law husband.

“Have a good feel of her tit, then… like this…” Jack encouraged. He cupped one of her breasts and pressed it down a little, then rolled it round. I copied his actions. Caroline was watching my hand and her partner’s alternately and cooing and grunting her approval.

“What do you think, Jack?” she asked. Her voice sounded slightly hoarse. “Shall I give him a glimpse of my big, BARE boobs?”

“If you want to, love!” he replied.

“I do, Jack. I really do. You don’t mind, do you?” she pleaded.

“No. I know you want to, love,” he answered.

“Even though he’s a stranger and we’ve never met him till tonight?” she persisted.

No, I don’t mind. Really. Go ahead…” Jack reassured.

“Thank you, Jack!” she replied, beaming. “I want to see his sweet, half-may-age face as they appear naked before him…”

“Do it then, love. Be my guest!” her partner insisted.

I knew it was a script — or a variation of one Tekirova Escort Bayan — that they had used before, but I found it as arousing as they did: the supposedly desperate, mature woman craving the attention of a stranger and begging her husband’s permission, (I know they weren’t technically married, but they were as good as) and him agreeing and savouring his wife’s cheating before his very eyes.

“Kneel up on the bed, then, honey,” Caroline said to me.

I did, to the sound of a further creak and groan form the springs. My eyes fastened on her blue lacy bra, and on the rise and fall of her big, pale breasts inside and above it.

She slid her hands behind her back and I saw the tension of her bra slacken. I longed to reach out for her but I awaited her — or Jack’s — prompting.

She held one hand across her breasts to keep her bra in place but slid one strap off her shoulder. It flopped down her arm, which struck me as quite slender for a woman of her age, though her inner arms were slightly flabby. She reversed the position of her hands in order to slip down the other bra strap. It was an erotic slow tease.

“Would you like to see my big squashy boobies, then, James?” Her voice was strained with excitement.

“Yes. Yes, Caroline. If… if Jack doesn’t mind, I’d love to. I’d REALLY love to,” I replied, trying to enter into the spirit of their role-play.

“But they’re not as firm as they used to be, honey,” she teased, and as she spoke she moved her arm so that her bra shifted a little between it and her breasts. The tops of her breasts quivered and rippled above her arm, too. “They’re a bit floppy and saggy, I’m afraid. Are you sure you’d still like to see them?”

“Absolutely sure. Please show me. PLEASE, Caroline, you sexy lady…” I responded.

And she did. Jack’s eyes went from my eager expression to her breasts and back to my face again as she slowly lowered her bra.

Her breasts flopped forward and down a little. Although they sagged somewhat, they were natural, and mature — and they were being bared for my benefit and just inches from me. Her nipples were pale, large, and half-hard. I for my part went fully hard at the enthralling sight. She knelt up on the bed. It creaked again.

“Are they okay, honey? Are Caroline’s boobs good enough for a hot young stud like you?” she pleaded.

“I nodded.

“They’re fabulous.”

“You mean that?” she urged.

“Yes. I most certainly do.”

“Only… I was thinking… if you really liked them I would expect you to squeeze them and fondle them — and to kiss and suck them…”

I looked at Jack.

“Well, don’t be shy, mate — do as the lady says… like this…”

He knelt up before her slightly saggy left breast and stooped. He scooped her flaccid breast to his mouth in his hand and began to kiss and to lick it. She whimpered and cradled his head. I did the same with the right breast, watching her ample flesh overlapping my palm as I compacted it, raised it, and leaned to nuzzle and kiss it. I stared at the rippling of her flesh as I ran my lips and tongue over it, and watched Jack doing the same beside me. I felt her other hand caress my scalp and the back of my neck.

I withdrew my mouth and gently rocked and bounced her breast up and down with my over-full hand, spellbound by the sight and feel of its surging and swaying. She sighed with delight, and Jack copied my palpating action. His presence was an acute embarrassment and a naughty delight at one and the same time.

I found my eyes drawn to the wall that separated us from Bill, his wife Lucy, and my Aunt Anne. I stared brashly for a few moments at where I reckoned the spy holes were in case any of them was looking, then I looked away, blushing, and back to the absorbing spectacle before me.

Jack rubbed her nipple gently between his finger and thumb, and I did the same, relishing its stiffening to my touch. I held her nipple and gently tugged on it, stretching it away from her, and shaking her flaccid breast by it. I saw Jack do the same. Caroline murmured softly, “Mmmm, yes, that’s nice, boys, that’s nice!” We both grunted our agreement.

We resumed licking a nipple each, teasing around it, pressing it flat and letting it rise back, hard and stiff. Jack pushed her breast, compressed by his hand, a bit higher and I watched her lower her face. I thought she was going to kiss him but instead she poked out her tongue and rubbed it against his, then against her own nipple. The sight of her tongue working with his on the rubbery point and flickering against his tongue was very wanton.

The mattress creaked intermittently and I was relieved that nobody was in the room below. Then with a sudden surge of arousal, I wondered whether this had been the very reason that Caroline and Bill had chosen to have sex in the dining room earlier, beneath this bedroom, rather than in the more comfortable lounge.

Whether that was the reason or not, it dawned on me that their sexual liaison may well have been accompanied by the sound of Caroline’s Escort Tekirova partner Jack having sex with Aunt Anne. I was startled by the naughty probability, and both relieved and disappointed that I had not heard it.

To my delight Caroline turned her head, and her tongue met mine on her right nipple. Our tongues massaged each other and her hard, saliva-moistened nipple. We carried on like this for several minutes, each of us watching as tongue teased tongue and nipple, and watching her hard pink tongue self-pleasuring her nipples. My confidence was growing and I glanced at Jack. He smiled and flickered his eyebrows, then resumed pleasuring his partner. I smirked with relief and excitement.

He drew the tip of her big, juicy orb into his mouth and began to suck gently on it, massaging the surrounding flesh with his hand at the same time. I did the same, then began to suck more eagerly, thrilling in the feel of her yielding flesh in my mouth.

Jack, too, sucked harder, and the sound seemed very loud, especially as we were out of synch, and very rude. Caroline cooed and whimpered her pleasure, and caressed the backs of our heads as she suckled us both.

I withdrew my face and stared again at her lovely, mature, as-good-as-married breast. I still held it in my hand, compacting it a little, and kneaded it gently, watching its alluring pumping, pulsing action in response. As I knelt gazing she lowered her mouth again. Then she took her own breast into her mouth and began to suck it, slowly and gently, then more greedily and louder.

My erection was pressing almost painfully against my boxers at the lewd sight and sound. Her orb palpated in time with her sucking, and her cheeks puckered and relaxed alternately. Jack likewise released her breast from his mouth, and she switched her mouth to suck the saliva-coated breast he had been attending to. This went on for several minutes — though for me it was so intense that it seemed to last much longer — Caroline alternately sucking one breast and licking one nipple while Jack or I pleasured the other.

She looked up and grinned at Jack.

“He wasn’t kidding — he really DOES like my big juicy jugs, doesn’t he!”

I blushed. Then I lay on my side before her, propping myself on one elbow. I kissed and nuzzled her stomach through her warm, bunched-up dress. Although she was not obese, her stomach yielded delightfully through the soft jersey material. I cupped her big breast that hung above my face and kneaded it. I brushed the ridges and creases of her tight, soft dress with my lips and fingertips.

My threesome fantasies until now had always involved myself and two women, and in some ways Jack’s presence was a distraction and an embarrassment. I felt in some ways it was cramping my style.

But in other respects it was very enthralling. I felt like a voyeur, an exhibitionist, and a joint participant all at the same time. Obviously his relationship with Caroline was an extra dimension to it, and he was clearly relishing watching me take my pleasure with his common-law wife. I propped myself higher and pushed my face under her breast, staring at its sensual movement and at Jack’s stimulation of her left breast. Caroline whimpered with pleasure and gazed down at us alternately.

She pulled back and swung her legs off the bed. Her gorgeous breasts swayed and the bed groaned as she stood up.

“I think this dress needs to come right off…” she crooned.

She tugged it up from where it lay bunched around her waist, and eased it up and over her breasts, then off her head. She draped it on a chest of drawers. She was wearing only a pale blue lacy pair of panties. She struck a couple of poses, with her hands on her hips and her mouth pouting, her shoulder-length blond hair framing her saucy face, for my benefit and Jack’s.

She tugged the gusset of her panties into her slit, stretching it tight so that her labia pressed against the blue lace. She dragged them aside and bared her shaved swollen mound and lips. Then she took hold of them in both hands and dragged them down.

Her mound was almost completely shaved, but above her hood there was a small tuft of fine, uncropped blond hair. It somehow emphasised her crotch more than if she was completely hairless, like a punctuation mark on a page of writing or a hat on a woman’s head. Her eyes were bright and intense as she fed off my hungry stare. She grinned and kicked her panties off, then her shoes.

“Lie down, both of you — across the bed, with your heads just hanging over the edge,” she said.

I followed her instructions, and so did Jack.

She took a few steps past us both, then returned to stand in front of me. Her hips swayed enticingly, and so did her ample breasts. I looked up at her pale nipples. They were hard and erect.

She leaned over me.

“Poke out your tongue, James. Don’t move it. No licking. Just poke it out and keep it as still as you can…”

She swung her fleshy thigh over my neck so that she was straddling me but facing me. Slowly she bent her knees and lowered her pussy towards my face, then raised it again teasingly without quite allowing it to touch me. She repeated this several times, sometimes keeping it just above my face for a few moments, sometimes raising it almost immediately. I stared longingly at the pale, swollen lips and hood, and at the jaunty crest of hair above it.

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