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Cock-Sucker: The Day of The Gay

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THE WORLD TAKEN OVER BY SEX-ZOMBIES

It starts with a sound. One shrill long blast of sound…

I was lying on the bed with Mark. He was sucking my cock. Not that urgent kind of frantic build-up cock-sucking, but the slow leisurely self-indulgent cock-socking that comes some time after climax. In that warm afterglow of sex. And he’s so good. Which makes it all the more difficult to tell him, as tell him I must — sooner or later, that I’ve got to leave him.

I make to get up. To move to the window of our shared apartment. To draw back the closed curtains and look outside, maybe find out whatever caused that strange long blast of sound. But he holds onto me by my cock.

‘Hey babe, don’t be selfish. I haven’t finished with this thing yet. I got some serious mouth-action to perform. Give me a break.’

So I pause, and smile, and let him have his way. He has his way for a delicious twenty-minutes of flickering tongue and succulent lips, the slightest teeth-nip, the loving cosseting ball-sucking and lubricious attention to all the secret pleasure-centres of my appreciative glans. Looking down as his blonde head works expertly in my groin, the full length of my cock disappearing between into his warm throat, it’s so great it gets me seriously wondering why I’m going through agonies of this build-up to telling him I’m leaving. Where else will I get head as good as this? But I’m young. Who wants to be tied up in domesticity at twenty-one? I’ve got new worlds to explore. I’ve got adventures to live. I’ve got hearts to break. We’d met at college. The mutual attraction and sexual-chemistry was instant. I’d readily agreed to spend summer vacation with him. For now. Whereas Mark seems content with this affectionate cohabitation long-term.

At length, after the extended sucking has reached its natural conclusion, and we’ve lain together with sweat cooling on our naked bodies, I resume my attempts to investigate that sound.

‘Hey Shawn, best cover up before you pull the curtain back’ laughs Mark, ‘don’t want to scare the neighbours.’ He’s right, of course. I pull my shorts up. Drawing the drapes apart allows a bright shaft of daylight into the sex-musty bedroom gloom. I shield my eyes, looking out.

At first everything seems normal. Old Man Grosden is pausing while cutting his lawn next door. Leaning on his hover-mower. Mr Simpson pruning roses in the adjoining garden, also taking a rest break. I smile over my shoulder at where Mark is sprawled, with it all hanging out on tasty display. Delightfully wicked. Mr Grosden and Mr Simpson are both in their late-fifties, set in their ways, staunch pillars of the local community. Their faces sour as desiccated fruit. They don’t know for sure what we get up to in here, but they’re suspicious. And they don’t like it. They don’t approve. There’s not much they do approve of. Not the European Union. Not immigrants. Tattoos. Female vicars. They don’t even like each other that much.

It’s only as I grab a second look that I realise no, everything is not normal. Both of the neighbours are not only pausing for a respite, they’re standing stock-still, as if frozen in a shared trace, with strangely creepy-blank expressions. They’ve not moved a twitch since my first glance. There’s a silence. A stillness. A sense that normality is momentarily suspended, as though a cosmic hand has hit the ‘pause’ button on reality. Just as suddenly the freeze-frame animates, as if someone’s hit ‘play’ again. But wait. Mr Simpson has dropped his secateurs and has begun shambling towards Old Man Grosden. Not around the neatly-paved garden pathway and through the gate. Instead, he goes directly through his prized shrubbery. For less than a moment the low fencing halts him, then it gives, nails pinging explosively, wood splintering, and he tramples over its fragments, shuffling like an automaton. Grosden turns slowly in his direction, and also shambles forward. Something very odd is going on indeed, I watch with uneasy fascination.

Their arms extend, seizing each other, as though grappling. Tugging at each other’s clothing. With morbid horror I watch Grosden struggling with the belt of Simpson’s pants, while Simpson does the same to Grosden’s pants. The trousers tugged down. The white flannel underwear ripped clumsily down. Two menacing sets of genitals swaying free, and fiercely aroused. The struggle continues, with an altered objective. Until Grosden relinquishes, his legs buckling away beneath him. Grotesquely, he goes down on all fours, turning to present his raised arse to his neighbour, who moves in behind him.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Grosden howls once, like a beast as Simpson slides his fierce erection up between his bum-cheeks and rams it home. Rough, abrupt. Buggering him, there on the neatly-trimmed lawn. At the same moment I see the postman. He was also frozen into immobility on the pavement beyond. Now he paces in through the gate and up the garden path. As he shambles towards the bursa eskort copulating couple he’s unfastening his pants, slipping them down so they fall entangled around his ankles. He kicks them away, his erect cock springing up beneath his uniform top. As he reaches the two on the lawn he bends his knees so his cock pokes into Grosden’s sweaty face. Despite straining with the effort of being butt-fucked, he takes the offered cock in his mouth and begins greedily sucking, as Simpson continues fucking him from behind.

‘I don’t believe this, Mark, come and see.’ Mark joins me at the window in time to see the mismatched trio shifting positions. Now Simpson is crouching down so he can suck Grosden’s cock, as the postman assaults his raised bottom.

Mark tugs his shorts and ‘T’-shirt on and together we venture outside. As we emerge into the access-way we can hear the grunting of their breath, the fleshy slap of naked bodies ramming into each other, as a series of triple-orgasm rips through them. It’s scary. And even as we watch, their sluggish attentions shift towards us.

‘I guess the postman’s emptied his sack’ jokes Mark nervously.

The three outlandish figures, their expressions equally blank, begin shuffling towards us. Their trousers gone, despite their coupling they’re still erect, with three quivering cocks preceding them.

‘Let’s get the hell out of here’ urges Mark. He’s mounting his Lambretta scooter and kicking it into life. I straddle the pillion behind him.

‘We’re not wearing helmets. The cops might pull us over.’

‘Those three sure as hell aren’t bothering with protection’ yells Mark as he pulls away and the three obscene predators close in on us. Their intention obvious. And obviously vile.

Mark accelerates the scooter out onto the road. There’s a gradually curving incline down through an arch of trees into the Little Humping village centre. Passing a row of unnaturally quiet cottages. I hang onto Mark, my mind in a confused turmoil. I can’t comprehend what I’ve just seen. This is too totally weird. The world has gone crazy.

‘Watch out.’ Mark swerves to avoid a group of naked men, four of them, slouching across the road with that same slow gait, shambling as though the swaying of their engorged erections is affecting their posture. They were emerging from the bank, its doors left wide open. Mark slows to a stop outside the building. We can see inside. The bank manager is sprawled across the counter, his trousers crumpled up around his ankles. Splashes of whitely transparent fluid across the fleshy curves of his flabby bare buttocks.

‘Looks like he’s had all the insertions and withdrawals he can handle’ quips Mark, with that same nervous humour.

He kills the scooter’s chuckling motor and props it up on the verge.

‘I recognise those four beauteous beasts and beastly beauties’ I tell him. ‘Those naked guys run the corner supermarket. I always quite fancied the swarthy young guy on the checkout. Must admit he looks even cuter unclothed.’

‘Down boy, you’re with me, remember.’ That’s Mark’s chiding possessive tone, I don’t like it. I resent his assumption of exclusivity.

I bite back a response. ‘But those vacant expressions are scary. Like no-one’s home. What’s happening here? This is stupidly dumb.’

‘You know what it reminds of? It reminds me of that movie, ‘Day Of The Dead’.’

‘Yes, except they were zombies, sucking brains. These are sex-zombies, sucking something else entirely. This is more ‘Day Of The Gay’!’

‘Whatever it is, whatever’s causing it, is it purely local, this village, this county? Or is it the world? We don’t know. We can’t tell. And why is it they’re affected and we’re not?”

My hands are moist with sweat. ‘So what do we do now? Will this Gay Plague pass naturally, or is it a permanent behavioural shift, caused maybe by spores from outer space? Or cosmic radiation, or an evolutionary mutational response to overpopulation?’

‘This is a small community, with lots of repressed guilty secrets and desires. I’m guessing maybe Old Man Grosden and Mr Simpson glimpsed each other naked in the school showers forty years ago, and have been guiltily carrying that image across the decades. Scared to express their attraction, even to themselves. Until now, something has unlocked the social restraints. You heard that noise. The one long blast of sound. That must be the start of it. We can try the Police Station. They might know something.’

It’s located further down the street, across the square, past the grocers and the newsagent. We head warily in that direction. There are more shocks. The Maypole stands on the Green, across from the village pub. We become aware of the sound of frantic breathing first. Hesitating, we sidle more cautiously until it opens out before us. A long loop of naked women. Looks to be every woman in the village, lying in an undulating circle, each licking the vagina of the woman bursa merkez escort ahead of them. Young marrieds’, grandmothers, the hair-stylist, the schoolmistress, the florist, the District Nurse. Some I can identify, others have their faces so buried into the next pubic bush I can’t be certain.

They ignore us. We hurry past. At first, the Police Station seems to be empty. The CCTV screens flickering in uncanny monochrome silence. The files have been ransacked and scattered across the floor. We circle around the desk, hunting clues.

‘Look at this’ says Mark, his voice husky, on edge. He’s scanning the screens. I follow his attention. One of the cameras is located in the holding cells. And what it shows is horrifying. The only way to tell the naked men apart is that the constables still wear their helmets. Nothing else. Just helmets. Some are handcuffed to the cell bars while others, presumably prisoners, are taking them from behind. Others are still in the cells, sucking off standing constables. Except they switch and alternate, police and thieves, cops and robbers, fucking and sucking each other at frantic whim, in turn, together or individually.

‘I fear that’s somewhat exceeding their authority’ says Mark grimly. He moves off as I continue watching the developing orgy in the cells, unable to look away. In one cell two cops are spit-roasting a shifty-looking inmate, but all three are urgently erect, and when the cops begin spurting he’s down there sucking and licking them both, swallowing everything. In the adjoining cell a hunky naked cop is sitting on the fold-down bed hemmed in by three prisoners who are jostling their fat cocks into his face as he attempts to mouth them all simultaneously. He’s sucking them one after the other, then they’re forcing his mouth out of shape as they try to cram two cocks in at the same time. He chokes and blubbers but takes them as best he can. There’s a crawling gut-fascination about it. Foul, but compelling.

Mark takes a more practical approach. ‘See these emails?’ On the desk, the computers have been left on, unattended. Tapped out of sleep mode it’s easy to access the last duties they were tending to before… before whatever happened had begun. ‘The last email they got was concerning an explosion at BioTech.’

‘What’s BioTech?’

‘A company out on the new enterprise Business Park.’

‘So what? How does that help us?’

‘Makes sense to me. And it’s the only clue we’ve got to what’s going on. I vote we head out there now.’

I couldn’t think of a reasonable counter-argument. So I give a shrug. Sure. Why not? What’s to lose?

The cell orgy is getting crazier. I shudder. I’ve watched enough Gay porn to know what it’s all about. But this is real. This is people I’ve seen in the local store and pub, people I’ve talked to. That makes it more crazy than I can deal with. The street outside is deserted. Except for the never-ending circle of lapping squirming moaning women.

‘Ouroboros’ says Mark obscurely. Sensing my disconnect, he explains. ‘Ouroboros is the mythical serpent devouring its own tail in an endless circle. That’s what they remind me of.’

Yes. I get it. I’m not impressed. We head back for the scooter, keeping a wary lookout for predatory males. He straddles the scooter and guns it to life, and I climb up behind him. He accelerates away. There are small groups of men here and there. Most of them too concerned with each other’s bodies to notice us as we speed past. The business park is a little distance beyond the village itself. Soon we’ve left the last cottage behind, with only fields and trees on either side. Mark reduces speed sufficient for us to talk above the slipstream.

‘I’ve been thinking, Shawn. The reason why they’re Gay sex-zombies and we’re not. Maybe it’s because we were there already. We were doing it before they were.’

‘And that’s why we’re not affected?’

‘Well, we’re not entirely unaffected. There’s the libido-raising effect. By the way you’re sitting tight behind me, I can feel your hard-on pressing into me. Don’t deny it.’

True. I slide my hands around his slim waist. My fingers crawling into his crotch. He’s hard too. Raging hard. I slip my fingers lightly up and down his length, then coddle his balls. ‘We can’t continue in this horny state. We’ve gotta pull over and mutually relieve the condition.’

Mark laughs without restraint. The nervous edge no longer there. He slows to a halt. Suddenly there’s an urgency burning in my throat. A desperate need for him. He dismounts and turns towards me, his shorts tenting with an answering need. There’s no time to find a place to be together. No need either. Hell, they’re fucking each other clear across the village. One more couple will make no difference. We pull off each other’s clothes there on the grass-verge. He sits sidesaddle on the scooter-seat, his legs spread. I squat down. I’ve seen his rearing cock so often, bursa sınırsız escort but it’s like I’m seeing it for the first time. So pale and tall. The pattern of veins so fine its like hairline cracks in bone-china. His sparse downy fringe of pubes so blonde they’re near-invisible. His tight balls like some idealised nude from a classical painting. I feel an overwhelming need to cradle those balls in my hand, to reach up and kiss his glans, to search out his perineum with my tongue.

I go in and suck him with a powerful appetite for his cock, too urgent for subtlety. Taking as much of it as I can take straight away. It flexes and pulses in my mouth, vibrant, a living thing. A thing alive. It swells to fill my mouth and tastes so good. I’ve never enjoyed sucking it so much. I take it still deeper, so it’s nudging my throat, closing my eyes the better to concentrate, luxuriating in the sensation of total submission. My tongue lashing its underside, lathing its embedded length as best it can, saliva trickling down my chin with effort. Reluctantly, at his urging, I relinquish it too soon so we can switch, he stays seated as I stand up so my dribbling cock’s level with his face, his warm lips smear the pre-emission around my glans a second before his mouth envelopes it so every cell in my body is screaming, his breath whispering soft in my inner groin, and all the while his hands are first cosseting my balls, then cupping the cheeks of my bum, drawing me deeper into his greedy maw. It feels ecstatic. Like sinking it into warm liquid honey, surrendering to a flood of tingly feelings that sets my nerve-ends on fire. My legs are weak, my vision blurred.

Drawing back for breath, we tumble down the slope of the verge, over groundsel, speedwell and chickweed into the shade of spreading elm where it melts into a grassy field. We lie together, giggling uncontrollably. I roll over, raising my hips so he can fuck me, and he slides the full length of his saliva-wet cock into me in a gentle indulgent fuck that takes us both to the edge. Then he pulls out, turns, pushes his ass back towards me, inviting me inside him, and the gift he presents is breathtaking. My eyes transfixed by his smooth almost hairless bottom, the texture of his skin a wonder to me, the tight puckered hole, the balls poised gracefully between his parted legs. My cock is aching with need, drawing me in, it can’t wait to fuck him, it guides me in, slipping its moist length half-way deep, each little nudging thrust taking it deeper, and once satisfyingly all the way in, his back undulates in response. He moans out his pleasure as I gasp out mine. I pick up pace gradually as he moves back to meet me, his tight anal sphincter flexing, holding me in, then I pause a moment before it’s too late, delaying the climax building in my gonads.

We roll over and over together caught up in a fierce passion, warm in each other’s arms, I can feel his heart pounding up against my chest, his cutely protruding nipples beneath my fingers, feel the muscles of his stomach flexing as he inhales, until orgasm overtakes us in a series of ferocious convulsions. Spurting long jets of silky-white semen across each other’s bodies, catching it in our mouths and licking its salty smears off each other’s genitals. I’m lapping his balls, sucking each fleshy testicle into my mouth in turn. The taste of his jism is intoxicating. I ooze it between my teeth, then suck it back in and swallow.

Afterwards we lie together in the grass. ‘That was incredible’ breathes Mark. I’m lying on my back. He raises himself up onto his knees so he can look out over the fields towards the business park. His cock stands out. Still erect. Still heart-poundingly beautiful, tall and clean. A pearl of clear fluid oozes from its tip, as perfect as a tear. I feel that same overwhelming desire to reach up and kiss it away. So I do. The semen-taste is nectar dissolving on my tongue.

‘Yes, that was incredible. We should do it more often’ I agree, my tongue circling his glistening glans. And at that moment there’s nothing I believe more. Nothing more true in the known universe than the sex between me and him. Leaving Mark had always been an absurd fantasy. This is all and everything I ever need. Or is that the… the condition speaking? Whatever contagion it is flowing through my veins? Whatever force it is affecting the village and transforming them all into ravenous Gay sex-zombies? How can I know what is true, and what is lies?

‘It’s humanly impossible for us to do it more often than we’re already doing it,’ breathes Mark. ‘I could stay here forever. But we should go on.’ The sweat pearls on our naked bodies. I reach over and lick the curvature of his stomach, tracing all the way down to the indentation of his navel. Tasting his sweat. His laughter is a delight to me. The hazy sunlight trickles over our bare skin, warming us. It has been a long lazy hot summer, but storm-clouds are building in the northern skies. If I believed in symbols, which I don’t, it’s as though it’s signifying an impending ending. Eventually we stir. Birds are singing in the elm, as though everything is right with the world. I watch him pulling his shorts back up over the perfect curves of his rounded bottom. I will remember this moment for as long as I live.

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All the characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age or older. This story is pure fiction.

*

I had spent months carefully planning my operation and now the hour was almost at hand. Mom and dad would be gone for the weekend. Carol and I would be alone. I had tracked her every movement, listened at her door, plotted her shower times and familiarized myself with her habits. She was a stay at home type so I knew she wouldn’t be doing anything this weekend.

I shyly smiled at her as we sat down for dinner. She smiled back at me. She was just so damned beautiful. Her eighteenth birthday had passed two months ago. This opportunity might not come again any time soon. After all, I would be going back to college this fall. Timing is everything.

Saturday morning I drove mom and dad to the airport and rejoiced as the plane whisked them away. As I drove home, I was suddenly nervous. What if she wouldn’t cooperate? What if she screamed? Nah, she was too meek to put up much of a struggle.

My plan was simple. I would wait until she went for her shower, sneak into her room naked and wait for her to come back and start playing with herself. Then I would pounce on her and fuck her while she was all wound up from her masturbatory escapade.

I waited on trembling legs at my door and soon heard her little bare feet padding up the hall to the bathroom. Now was the time! I slunk down the hall into her room and hid in the closet. I had a major hardon thinking about the pleasure to come. Half an hour later, I heard her door open and close. The sound of a wet towel hitting her dressing chair greeted my ears. I was quivering in anticipation, knowing that soon all her charms would be in my control. It wasn’t long until I heard the tell-tale bursa üniversiteli escort sound of her rubbing her pussy.

She moaned, “Fuck me Roger!”

Roger? That’s me! It couldn’t get any better than this! Her panting became louder and more intense. Now was the time!!

I sprang from the closet and landed on her bed. Wait a minute! That wasn’t her under the covers. It was pillows! Those sounds weren’t coming from her. They were coming from the porn video on her computer.

Shocked and confused, I didn’t know what to do next. I had no idea what was going on. I crept back to my room to get some clothes on and investigate. I sat on the bed trying to make some sense out of all this nonsense.

Suddenly I felt someone tackle me from behind. It was Shirley, my sister’s best friend and she was naked! She knocked me onto my back and slammed her wet pussy down on my lips. I felt a hand curl around my cock. The hand belonged to my sister, Carol. She gave it a few quick strokes and then I felt her pussy slide down over it.

“Start licking,” Shirley ordered.

“Start fucking,” Carol ordered.

As I started licking Shirley and fucking Carol, Shirley said, “See? I told you he was dumb enough to fall for our trap!”

“I guess you were right,” replied Carol, “He’s got a nice big cock.”

“I’ll try it out after he brings me off with his tongue.”

“Oh boy! Then he’ll get to suck his cum out of my pussy!” cried Carol.

I found Shirley’s clit and sucked it into my lips. I made a humming sound on it like a bumble bee.

“Oh damn! I gonna cum!” she cried.

Big quantities of girl-cum drizzled out of her and I did my best to lap it all up. My cock was swelling escort bayan up in my sister’s pussy.

“He’s gonna shoot it into me!” she exclaimed.

Her cunt grasped my flogging member and I started shooting into her. I felt her cum and my cum draining over my balls as she climaxed on me. I was still sucking on Shirley’s pussy. She was rocking back and forth on my mouth. I jammed my tongue as far into her as I could and felt her shudder.

“I’m cumming again!!” she announced excitedly.

I wiggled my hand around her butt and slammed a finger into her ass.

“Holy shit!” she screamed as she came again.

Sated for the moment, she fell to one side. I grabbed my sister’s tits and pinched her nipples. She immediately pulled her body onto mine and squeezed me as hard as she could. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her hips bucked a couple of more times and she fell limply onto my chest. All three of us lay in a quivering, messy heap. I was quickly reviving so I squeezed as much titty as I could. Carol propped herself up on one elbow and looked hard at me.

“So, you were going to ambush me huh?”

“Well, that was the plan. I thought you were a virgin. Now, I’ve shot you full of cum!”

“Don’t worry about it. Shirley and I have been on birth control pills for a year. My cherry is a long forgotten memory.”

“So what’s your plan now?” I inquired.

“Well, now you’re gonna eat me and Shirley’s gonna fuck you,” Carol explained.

With that she jumped up on my chest and slid her wet, cum filled pussy up to my lips.

“Lap it up,” she ordered.

Shirley mounted my revived cock and jammed it all the way in, in one stroke.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried.

I pumped escort bursa her as hard as I could, considering my position. Soon I heard my sister squeal as she came on my mouth. Shirley was bouncing up and down on my throbbing cock as it swelled up within her.

“Oh! Oh! I can feel him cumming in me!!” she yelled.

Her pussy clamped down and I could feel her cumming in rivers on my dick. Once again we collapsed into a wet heap in the middle of my bed. Both girls snuggled up to me, one on each side. I slid my arms around them and squeezed them as hard as I could.

“Let’s have a nap,” Carol giggled.

All three of us drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, both girls were gone. Had I dreamed it? The ocean of fuck juice on my sheets said that it had been real. Where did they go? I got up and took a shower. I wrapped a towel around me and walked into the living room. The girls were in the kitchen. Carol came out and presented me with a sandwich.

“We got hungry. Brother fucking is hard work. But, it is a job I crave.”

Shirley came in and sat down next to me. Her hand slipped under my towel and grabbed my dick.

“Yeah, I want some more of your brother’s cock too. Let’s let him rest for a while and then we’ll go fuck him again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” my sister agreed.

“So, after you get done fucking me, what happens?” I inquired.

“We plan on jumping you every chance we get and fucking your eyeballs out. You’ve got a nice cock and we want to give up on the other boys and just fuck you.”

“Well, you know you don’t have to ambush me. Just ask and I’ll screw either or both of you any time. I’m just happy to finally get some steady pussy. I’m tired of chasing those air head twats around.”

We finished lunch and I was stroking their tits on the way to the bedroom.

“Let’s use your room, Carol. My bed is a mess.”

“Okay. I don’t really care where we go as long as I’ve got some cock in me!”

So, instead of being the ambusher, I turned out to be the ambushee but I suppose I’ll adjust in a year or two.

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I had been fantasizing about meeting up with another guy for sex, and sucking cock for the first time. I’ll save the “why” for another story; suffice it to say I had been thinking about it for a while, and had jerked off a fair amount while browsing the m4m personals on Craigslist.

One weekday morning for whatever reason I had the day off. I plucked up the courage to respond to an ad posted by a guy in his late 40’s who worked from home during the day. One of his ad pictures was of nice-looking cock – not huge, just good-sized, a little thick, and with a nice mushroom helmet. I had been attracted to older men as well as younger, perhaps it was a maturity thing. Regardless, I found myself at his suburban front door about 90 minutes later, at about 11:00 in the morning.

He answered the door in a bathrobe, with bare legs and a hairy chest showing through the top of his robe. It was an average suburban house, nice enough, and obviously decorated by his wife. There were the required family pictures around the place, and blankets neatly folded over the backs of the couches. Typical middle-America stuff.

We had talked about taking a shower together, so, after a few minutes of awkward chatting, he asked me if I wanted to get started, and get into the shower. We went into the bathroom and he turned on the shower to warm it up. With him watching, I stripped off all of my clothes, standing naked and semi erect in front of him. He smiled at me, running his hand down my hip, then he opened and took off his robe, displaying to me his medium-sized cock and shaved balls, and a slight belly. He was lightly hairy, but in decent shape. bursa escort I got into the shower, and he came in behind me.

After a couple of minutes of rubbing each others’ chests and hips, and a couple of open-mouthed kisses, he grabbed some shower gel and began to soap my body. He played with my chest and nipples, then turned me around and washed my back and legs. Finally, he lifted my leg to the rim of the tub, and thoroughly washed the back of my thighs and my ass, paying particular attention to my asshole. He fingered and played with my hole, then rinsed me off. By the time he was done with his cleaning/inspection, my cock was rock hard and my blood was rushing. Then I washed him too. His cock felt rubbery and alive, it was the first one I had ever really touched. I enjoyed feeling it grow as I ‘cleaned’ him.

Once we were done in the shower we got out. He took a fresh towel and dried me off, especially my cock, ass, and armpits. Then I dried him. His cock was still semi-hard, and I wanted to suck it. I kneeled down, and carried on drying him carefully, his penis right in front of my eyes. Finally, I couldn’t wait any more. I discarded the towel I was holding, and cupped his balls and held his cock around the base.

I brought it to my face, and smelled his scent. He smelled clean and very faintly musky, and the skin on his dick was incredibly smooth and soft. I rubbed my face against his cock, and gently kneaded his balls. I placed a kiss on the head of his penis, and felt a small drip of precum, slippery on my lips. I kissed the underside of his cock, and then sucked his beautiful mushroom into my mouth. bursa escort bayan

It felt great in my mouth, and I sucked as far down as I could, gagging slightly as it hit the back of my throat. With practice and concentration, I was able to take him deeper and deeper, almost completely into my mouth and throat, all the while using my hands up and down the shaft, just as I liked my cock sucked. I would alternate between sucking his balls and his cock, all the while keeping up a good pressure on his cock with my hands. I also wrapped my hands around his thighs, pulling his cock into my mouth and throat. The mushroom felt so good moving in and out of my mouth, I didn’t want to stop. I loved catching my lips on his helmet, and playing with his wrinkled scrotum.

He was enjoying it too, talking dirty to me and telling me how much he and I were both enjoying it. “Yeah, suck my daddy cock, that’s a good boy! You love sucking that cock, don’t you, making me feel good. That’s it, work my balls, suck my cock deep!” I was really enjoying myself.

As I continued, his words became more urgent, and more crass. He called me his naked cocksucker, and urged me to take more and more of his great cock into my throat. He told me he was going to introduce me to his group of married bisexual friends, so that I could suck all of their cocks, maybe even introduce me to his regular cocksucker, and have us suck and fuck each other for his or the group’s enjoyment. His hands were pushing down on the back of my head, and his hips were firmly rocking back and forth, enjoying the warmth and wetness of my mouth, and my eager bursa escort kız sucking. Saliva was running down my hands and dripping from my chin, and I could feel and taste the salty precum his stiff cock was dropping into my mouth and throat. My own cock was bobbing up and down between my legs, and I was as turned on as I could remember being. Serving this man.

Soon, his words became more urgent, more insistent, and he was pushing harder and harder on my head, forcing me to take all of his thick helmet into my throat. I was gagging and gasping, but wanted to make him cum into my mouth. I knew the moment of climax was fast approaching.

Before I had arrived for this encounter, I had planned to be very safe – I was going to make him wear a condom, I was going to protect both of us. But as the moment of truth arrived, I knew I wanted to feel his cum in my mouth, taste him, feel the spurts of his passion into my throat.

And with a groan and a shout, he began to cum. I felt his cock thicken and grow incredibly hard. I could feel the veins in his cock bulge, and then my mouth was flooded with his cum. I squeezed and sucked hard, swallowing as quickly as I could, coughing as his spend slapped against my throat. Then pumping him into the front of my mouth, so I could taste his bitter saltiness. The texture was surprising – it coated my mouth and my tongue, and was difficult to swallow. But swallow I did, sucking down four good shots of his cum. Finally, as he began to shake from overstimulation, I eased up, using my hands on his shaft and balls, and squeezing out the last few drops which I licked from the eye of his penis. Lovingly, cleaning the saliva and cum from his balls and shaft, as his legs shook with the intensity of the sensations.

My nose was running, my eyes were teared, and my mouth was slippery. And I smiled and hummed around his red cock head.

It was a lot of fun.

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Druids#11 Eileen at the Office

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Athletic

Eileen learns something new at work.

One of her co-workers introduces her to tribadism.

Four days a week, Eileen goes to work at the doctor’s office. The doctor is a urologist and includes some fertility issues in his practice. He is a well respected doctor with privileges at the two closest hospitals. He is in his mid fifties, happily married and has a reputation as a caring and effective healer. Eileen knows very well that she is extremely lucky to have this job. The doctor and the other two women in the office, Angela and Louise, get along very well. Eileen has been there just over a year.

Angela, also a trained medical assistant, is also a trained phlebotomist; that means she can draw blood samples. There is a small lab in the back of the office building where the different samples can be analyzed and many different tests can be performed. This enhances the doctors’ ability to treat his patients because he can get almost instant results for some of the tests that he needs done. Angela has been with the doctor for over 12 years. She is nearly forty and a little taller than most women. She admits to being 5-foot 11 and ‘seven eights’ inches tall. To most people, she is an imposing 6-foot and with heels she is quite noticeable. She also has a fairly impressive set of tits, not too big but certainly something that you would not overlook. Angela is not currently married and has no children. Eileen doesn’t know too many of her personal details other than where she lives.

Louise is the other lady in the office. She is the receptionist, scheduler and, most importantly, the paperwork person. She has been doing medical billing and dealing with insurance companies for over thirty years. She has been with this doctor for 19 years and is almost as indispensible as the doctor himself. Louise is a matronly lady, a little older than the doctor with a ‘full figure’. This means that her boobs are big enough to rest comfortably on her belly when she is sitting at her desk. If she wears a low cut dress or blouse, the crack in her cleavage is probably as long as the crack in Eileen’s ass. Louise does her work efficiently and goes home every night to her husband. She stays a little to herself, choosing to run errands and go to the bank at most lunchtimes. The doctor usually goes out to lunch, occasionally at the hospital cafeteria. Sometimes, he orders-in lunch for the office, when he does this, Louise usually stays for lunch.

The office runs smoothly and efficiently. There are few real emergencies other than kidney stones. They seem to come in waves. The doctor tries to avoid knife surgery preferring to try the high-powered sound wave stone blasting or, the dreaded, ‘go in and get it’ through the urethra-bladder-ureter route. The patients are usually ‘asleep’ for this procedure, but it gives a lot of people an uncomfortable feeling just thinking about it. People with kidney stones, however, don’t really care how they get relief from the pain.

The doctor has both of the ‘hands on’ assistants (Eileen and Angela) wear scrubs at work. The office provides a clean pair for each workday. Every Thursday, the dirty scrubs are brought in and the clean scrubs are delivered from the laundry service. The clean scrubs are taken home and so the cycle continues. Louise cancels the scrubs for weeks that the doctor’s office is closed. Scrubs are extremely comfortable to work in but, they are not something that you wear to show off your assets, if you know what I mean. Like her sisters, Eileen has been told that she has a ‘great ass’ but you would never know it with her wearing those scrubs. You can tell that a woman has breasts, but not a lot of detail since the scrubs have a very modest v-neck that does not come anywhere near showing even the hint of cleavage. But, let’s not forget the price; nothing, since the doctor pays for the laundry service. So, Eileen knows that she is not likely to entice a man to pay attention to her when she is dressed for work. Not that she was actively looking, anyway.

Most days, Eileen and Angela tag team the patients. That means that each assistant takes every other patient in to get weighed, sent into the bathroom to collect a urine sample, put into an examining room and instructed as to how to undress for the exam, if necessary. Louise almost always arranges the schedule so that Angela takes back the patients that will need blood drawn. Both girls have been handed semen samples, almost always in cleaned out baby food jars. The semen samples go back to the lab and Angela prepares a ‘slide’ which she puts into a computer connected microscope altıparmak escort and captures some still images and some video. The images can be viewed by the doctor, on the computer screens in the examining rooms. How convenient. The results of the other tests, urine and blood are also posted on the computer system for the doctor.

The morning schedule has been fairly easy. No complications and they finished about twenty minutes before the regular noon lunch break. Today, the doctor will be going to the hospital for lunch and to visit one of his patients who will be there for another few days. He is expected back in the office in time for his next appointment at 2 O-Clock. Louise is going out for lunch, to the bank and to do a little shopping for her grandson’s birthday. She is expected back, as usual, right before the doctor gets back. So, Eileen and Angela have a nice two hour break.

Angela goes into the lab to shut off some of the equipment for the two-hour downtime. She sees Eileen sitting on one of the stools looking at what’s left of a semen sample in a baby food jar. She is turning it over and watching it as it slowly flows around the inside of the glass.

Angela: “What-cha doin?”

Eileen: “Oh, nothing. Just looking at this stuff. Hard to imagine that this could become a baby.”

Angela:”Well, not by itself.”

Eileen: “I know, but without this stuff, all our plumbing and parts are useless.”

Angela: “Not entirely useless, we can still have some fun with the installed equipment.”

Eileen: “Yeah, I know, but this is interesting. As you know, I haven’t seen any lately, other than here.”

Angela: “Yeah, and I’m sorry for you about that. Are you going to eat lunch?”

Eileen: “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

Angela: “Don’t bring that along and for heaven’s sake, wash your hands.”

Eileen: “Not funny, but I will wash. Where should I put this?”

Angela: “What name is on the label?”

Eileen: “Conroy”

Angela: “That one is done, you can just toss it into the medical waste bag next to the counter.” Angela turns and goes out of the lab.

Eileen looks at the deposit again as it slowly seeps to the bottom of the little jar. She puts it into her pocket. Then she takes it back out and walks over to the waste bag. Hesitating, she holds it over the bag, looks at it again, and then lets it drop. “Not this time” she thinks to herself.

Joining Angela in the little kitchenette, Eileen takes her lunch bag out of the little fridge along with a yogurt and a bottle of iced tea. Angela is already eating a slice of pizza that she ‘nuked’ up in the microwave and washing it down with her own bottle of iced tea. The girls eat in silence for a few minutes.

Angela: “Did you remember to wash your hands?”

Eileen: “Of course. I used the sanitizer, too.”

Angela: “Did you ever wonder how the patients collect those samples?”

Eileen: “Actually . . . . yes. I imagine all sorts of ways. I like to look at the wife, if she comes in with the guy. They always look a little embarrassed. Like they’re the first woman who ever gave her man a hand job, or something.”

Angela: ” I’ve actually seen what looks like lipstick in one of the samples.”

Eileen: “You mean she gave him a blow job and then spit it into the jar?”

Angela: “Most likely, how else would you explain the lipstick?”

Eileen: “Are you sure that it wasn’t blood or something that was left in the jar from the baby food.”

Angela: “As sure as I’m sitting here. Lipstick doesn’t dissolve in the semen. I actually recognized the color. The guy’s wife was with him and she was still wearing the same color.”

Eileen: “Then she must have given him a blow-job on the way here. I’ve imagined that some of them do it in the parking lot out back, just before they come in.”

Angela: “Right you are. I’ve seen it. Look out the lab windows next time someone is scheduled to bring in a sample. At least half the time, they do it out back. They usually pull up and park facing the building. They look around the parking lot. I stand behind the wall next to the window and just peek my head around. I’ve seen the women lean across and disappear into their husband’s lap and I’ve also seen their shoulders moving when they are giving him a little tug. It’s most fun to watch the man’s face. You can actually tell when he comes by his facial expression. When the deed is done, they look around the lot again and straighten their clothes as they are walking in. And, as you’ve seen, they almost all carry bursa anal yapan escort the ‘squirt’ in a little brown paper sack. “

Eileen: “Has anyone ever done it in here?”

Angela: “No, but one couple did ask that. The doctor told them no and to go someplace ‘appropriate’ and return in a hour or so and ‘just drop it off.'”

Eileen: “Did they?”

Angela: “Yes, just the wife came in and had it in a paper coffee cup. At least it had a lid. I took it from her and wrote her last name on the cup with a marker. I have never seen a woman that red in the face. If she could have dropped through the floor, I think that she would have.”

Eileen: “I would like to have seen that. How long ago was that?”

Angela: “Actually, it was just before you were hired. The last girl, Barbara, was just about to leave to have her baby and we both thoroughly enjoyed that woman’s misery.”

“Eileen: “Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me. I’m not likely to be leaving, at least for maternity leave.”

Angela: “Yes, and you need to know that I understand. You know that I am here for you if you need anything.”

Eileen: “Yes, and thank you. But I will get through this. I don’t know how just yet, but I will make it.”

Angela: “You are always so tense. Do you get any relief, if you know what I mean?”

Eileen: “I’m not comfortable talking about those things?”

Angela: “Why? We’re both grown women. You shouldn’t be embarrassed talking about that.”

Eileen: “Yeah, I know. But still . . . . “

Angela: “Look babe, just between you and me, I do myself at least three times a week. Sometimes more often than that. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. Every woman does it. Some more than others. I’ll bet that both of your married sisters do it once in a while.”

Eileen: “Well yeah, especially Meagan, her husband is in Turkey right now, with the Army.”

Angela: “See, I’m here for you if you need anything.”

Eileen: “Thanks, I appreciate knowing that.”

With that, Eileen stands up and puts her trash into the can. When she turns back, Angela is standing there with her arms stretched out, inviting her for a hug. Eileen walks up to her and puts her arms, tentatively around the larger woman’s’ waist. Angela wraps her arms around Eileen and the women hug each other closely. Eileen notices that her face is just above Angela’s big tits, but the hug feels really good. Angela is warm, soft, and really big!

The girls continue to hug for a few more seconds when Angela moves her right leg more to the center and reaches down with one hand on Eileen’s lower back, pulling her a little closer. Eileen immediately feels her mound come into contact with Angela’s thigh. Somehow this feels good and Eileen doesn’t move away.

Encouraged by Eileen’s acceptance of the advance, Angela lowers her hand to Eileen’s’ ass and pulls her even tighter against her thigh. Angela has bent her knee slightly and by pushing down a little on the toes of that leg, she presses her thigh even tighter against Eileen’s’ womanly mound. Again, Eileen does nothing, she has her head turned to the side and is pressed up against the top of Angela’s generous bosom.

Angela lowers her head and whispers: “Go ahead girl. Push yourself against me. I’m here and I understand. Please let me lead you to something new and enjoyable.” Angela presses her hand against Eileen’s butt cheek and her mound grinds against Angela’s thigh again. Then again and again. Soon, the women have established a sort of rhythm and Eileen actually begins to feel the effects as her clit begins to swell with an inrush of blood. She can sense the moisture welling in her depths and starting to moisten the inner lips of her womanhood. Eileen keeps her head against the larger woman’s chest while she responds to the pressure being applied to her ass, but feels so wonderfully in her crotch.

The women continue their stationary dance for a few more minutes. Eileen notices that she is grinding herself without much coaxing from Angela. Angela’s hand is still on her ass, but Eileen is now stroking herself against the big woman at her own pace. And, the pace is quickening. As the thrill rushes out from the depths of her womb, Eileen experiences a gut-wrenching orgasm. Angela actually supports her weight as the throes of the spasms engulf and cloud over Eileen’s mind. It takes a couple of moments for the throbbing to fade away and for her legs to feel like they can support her again.

Angela moves her hand back up to Eileen’s back. bursa bayan escort She leans over and kisses Eileen gently on the top of her head, and says: “Welcome sister, you looked like you needed that.”

Eileen is very confused. She actually doesn’t know how she feels about this. She only knows that she feels very good, at the moment. She turns her head and looks up at her taller friend and says: “What in the hell just happened?”

Angela: “You’re a big girl now, you know what happened. The important thing is, did you like it?”

Eileen: “Well, I obviously liked it, I am just a little unsure of myself, right now.”

Angela: “Don’t let it bother you. You feel good right now, don’t you?”

Eileen: “I have to admit it, but yes, I feel really good right now. I may have to go into the ladies room and tidy up a bit, but I really feel good.”

Angela leaned down and kissed Eileen on her cheek. “Good, now go ‘tidy up’ as you call it and meet me in exam room number two.”

Eileen went into the bathroom and sopped up her well moistened crotch with some toilet paper. She couldn’t wipe up by her clit. She was still feeling like it was buzzing and way too sensitive to touch. When she was done and everything was back ‘in order’ she pulled her panties back up, now very aware of how damp the crotch had become. Once her scrubs were in place and her hair still looked good in the mirror, she started down the hall toward Exam-2.

Angela was standing by the window when she walked in.

Angela: “Close the door, OK?”

Eileen closed the door thinking: “What am I getting into?”

Angela: “Just sit on the end of the examining table, I’ll take it from here.”

Eileen walked over to the table and sat uneasily on the end. Angela came up to her and stood with her legs on either side of Eileen’s left knee. Reaching down to the side of the table, Angela first pushed the button raising the back of the table until it just touched Eileen’s shoulders, making it comfortable for her to sit on the table. She then pushed the button raising the entire table until Eileen’s knee was firmly planted in Angela’s crotch. Now it was Angela’s turn to grind one out.

Angela stood there, towering over Eileen and with a grin on her face started to grind herself down onto Eileen’s leg. Looking directly into her eyes, Angela said: “Pay attention now, and learn a few things.” Not knowing what to expect, Eileen just sat there holding onto the sides of the table. Angela leaned a little forward and, keeping one hand on the table, she reached up and cupped one of Eileen’s breasts. Angela quickly found her pace and continued her grinding while Eileen tried to understand what was happening.

Much to her surprise, Eileen felt her nipples beginning to react to Angela’s touching. Angela located the little bump in her bra and focused her attention there. Eileen was still wide eyed and could feel Angela’s enthusiasm for the rubbing increasing. The tempo and pressure of Angela’s strokes increased just as Eileen remembered it happing with herself. When Angela got over the edge, she closed her eyes, lowered her head till her chin touched her chest and let out a long moan. Eileen was surprised by how hard Angela squeezed her knee between her legs and she could actually feel the tremble as Angela’s crotch did the ‘happy dance.’

After a few moments, Angela again opened her eyes and looked at Eileen. “Well, did you like that?”

Eileen could only nod her head, yes. Amazingly, Angela had an orgasm and Eileen was the one that was out of breath. Angela disengaged herself from Eileen’s leg and lowered the table so that she could step off. Eileen got up and approached Angela. Without saying a word, the two women hugged again. Their separation was a little clumsy, neither of them knowing what to say. Finally, Angela said: “Well, what do you think?”

Eileen hesitated a moment, and then said: “What did we just do?”

Angela: “What we did is called ‘tribbing’ and it’s a perfectly natural thing to do.”

Eileen: “It certainly is new to me. And, I have to admit, it was amazing.”

Angela: “So, you really liked it?”

Eileen: “I think so; but I’m really going to have to think about this.”

Eileen started to go toward the door while Angela walked back to the Exam table. She pushed the buttons returning it to its normal position.

Angela: “I see that you really enjoyed yourself.”

Eileen: “I told you that I think so, didn’t I?”

Angela, pointing to the paper cover on the exam table: “Well, take a little look at the damp spot on the paper here.”

Eileen walked back and looked at the paper. Sure enough, there was a little damp spot where she had been sitting. She quickly pulled more paper down from the roll and tore off the end which had the evidence of their little adventure. “Is the seat of my scrubs showing a damp spot?”

Eileen had a lot of thinking to do.

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Almost Gone Forever

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It’s been three years since my mother disappeared from our lives. I was the last person to speak to her; she called my cell phone to let me know she’d be running late. She was getting her nails done in preparation for the annual Christmas party, given at the company where my dad worked at. My mom, as always, wanted to look her best. After she got her manicure, she was supposed to pick up a new dress. Well . . . it didn’t happen that way.

Mom never came home that night and repeated calls to her cell phone proved fruitless. When she hadn’t shown by midnight, we really began to worry. My dad phoned the police but they told us we had to wait a minimum of forty-eight hours before they could declare my mother as a missing person. After several months had passed, the authorities suspected someone had either kidnapped my mother or she had gotten herself into a situation where she become injured and couldn’t ask for help.

Naturally, such news did nothing to allay our fears. We did everything we possibly could to find her. My dad even hired a private investigator but he came up empty. When that didn’t pan out, we asked our local television station to run her picture; this caught the attention of dad’s old college buddy who happened to be watching the news when they ran my mother’s picture. He recognized my mom and immediately called dad. He worked for the F.B.I. and offered to do a few checks as a favor for us. But when he came up empty, we lost hope of ever seeing her again. Then . . . a miracle of all miracles happened:

I found her . . .

And I found her purely by chance when I surfed for porn one night. I clicked on a link promising pictures of women with large, round asses because that’s what I like, especially the mature kind; that’s when several windows popped up covering the screen. I hated when that happened but that was the price one had to pay for downloading free material. It wasn’t until I closed the second to last window when my eyes widened in interest.

There was a picture of a M.I.L.F. wearing a black thong, thrusting her ass toward the camera. Her cheeks were round and inviting, making me wish I had the ability to transport myself to the time and place when the picture was taken so I could fuck the shit out of her. My dick swelled and became engorged with blood at the very idea of such a fantasy. The tent in my pants yearned to be released from its cramped space. I saved the picture and went in search of some more. This time I found one of her face, and that’s when my world turned upside down.

It was my mom! I was sure of it. Her face looked worn and vacant and there were a few extra wrinkles around her eyes, but it was definitely her. She was sitting on a red settee with her long, shapely legs crossed at the knees, wearing a see-through negligee. The caption below the pic read Lenora but the rest of the words were in a foreign language I couldn’t read. I felt excited and confused; I didn’t know whether to jump for joy and inform my dad or wait and see until I found out more. Since I didn’t want to raise any false hopes, I decided I needed to gather more information. I was ninety-nine percent sure it was mom, but I needed to be certain. I think what was throwing me off was the fact that the woman in these photos looked to be about thirty pounds less than the weight my mom was carrying the time she disappeared.

The first thing I needed to do was get the website translated. Luckily for me, I knew the king of gearheads at my college; his name is Harold; we met one day in the school cafe. He sat alone at the only empty table available. I parked myself across from him and struck up a conversation; I think he was surprised someone other than a geek wanted to talk to him. I could tell Harold was self-conscious about his face, which was severely covered in acne. I pretended I didn’t notice and kept my gaze only on the area between his eyes when we talked.

During our lunch that afternoon, I explained the fundamentals of good nutrition, educating him on the proper way to eat. I guaranteed Harold that if he removed dairy, greasy foods, and sugar from his diet, his face would clear up in no time. He listened but I didn’t think he would follow my advice, which is not surprising. Most people are slaves to their palates and a radical change to their diet can be very difficult for them. So, you can imagine my surprise when I ran into Howard two weeks later. His acne was all but gone save for some small patches here and there. To say he was elated was an understatement. Harold couldn’t contain his excitement. I felt happy for him. The poor guy deserved a break.

That’s when Harold mentioned if there was anything I needed in terms of computer help, free software, hacking–whatever. I was to come to him. Ever since then, I’ve run into Harold a few times around campus. His acne is now gone and he seems more confident as well.

The day after discovering mom’s pics, I went in search of Harold; I eventually found him sitting under a tree, studying his notes. I asked if bursa eskort bayan he could meet me at the library later this evening. I thought if anyone could help me find my mom, it would be him. Howard readily agreed and said he would swing by. I never told Harold about the disappearance of my mother before, but when we met that day, I clued him in on all the particulars including my suspicions.

“No problem Rick. I have a program that can translate any modern language into English. However, finding the location of the computer that is uploading data into the server which houses the pics of the woman–I mean your mom–will take a little more time.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to pull it off?

“Don’t worry, Rick. I can do it. You’ll see.”

For the next hour, Harold explained what he planned to do. After the words “IP address” and “router” left his mouth, I pretty much lost him after that. Again, he gave me his assurances and that was good enough for me. I took my leave and headed home.

On my way home, I cut across the park admiring the lush trees and soft grass. I thought a change in scenery would help me clear my mind. The wind blew strong and its sound filled the hollow of my ears. I watched the sky slowly dim as the people in the park began making their way home. The footpath I was on led me to a still lake lined with blue benches. I sat down and stretched my arms out to the sides, enjoying the solitude afforded by this area of the park.

I began to think about mom and how she mysteriously vanished three years ago. I thought about the pain it brought us as a family, especially my sister, Tracy, who couldn’t stop crying for days afterwards. I also thought about my dad who often hid his emotions whenever Tracy or I was around. He assumed he was fooling us, but I knew he suffered in silence. How could he not. Mom and dad started their relationship as high school sweethearts. Not many couples can say the same thing.

I remember when I was younger how he would tell me that mom was a one-in-a-million lady and that’s what I needed to find one day for my bride. The honk of a Canadian goose scavenging for food pulled me from my reverie. The sun had set and it was getting nearer to the time when dad would have dinner ready. I stood up and made my way out of the park. I walked with my hands in my pockets, brooding over the string of events that brought me to ask Harold for help.

Thinking about Harold triggered a memory of a classmate who wrote an essay on human trafficking. At the time, I thought the topic interesting and asked if I could read his paper. To be honest, I was totally unprepared by the data he quoted in his paper: human trafficking is a multibillion-dollar business that exploits mostly woman and children for the purposes of slavery or sexual servitude. Victims are either lured by false promises or by physical force with no hope of escape.

The reason I mention this is because I believe my mom was taken by force the day she contacted me from the nail salon. She was 45 at the time but her body appeared to be that of a 30-year-old woman. Mom regularly visited the gym and ate a healthy vegetarian diet. It also helped that her parents passed on the right sequence of genes, which gave her an ass any buttman would want to mount. And, when she wears her form-fitting leggings, there isn’t a straight man on the street who doesn’t sport wood when she walks on by.

The traffickers must’ve taken one look at mom and decided she would be a cash cow, not to mention a nice piece of tail on the side. My stomach churned at the thought of so many men taking out their sexual frustrations on my mom. I can’t imagine what she must’ve gone through for the past three years. And if it weren’t for my classmate’s insightful paper, I never would’ve connected the dots. It’s the only explanation that makes any real sense. I gotta hand it to those bastards, whoever they were. They had balls.

That night I locked myself in my room and went back to the site which displayed my mother’s pics. I stayed up well into the night wondering what they were doing to her. Was she beaten? Was she forced to starve on the days she was uncooperative? Did the men use condoms? Was she even alive?

I hated thinking about such things but someone in my family had to ask the tough questions. I know Tracy and my dad weren’t going to. Sadly, they gave up all hope of her ever being alive. But not me. I needed proof of her death.

I feel ashamed to admit this but as an admirer of older women, I’ve often dreamed about mom’s fleshy cheeks, particularly how they would feel against my hands and how her sphincter would taste the second my tongue made contact with it. But most of all, I, dare I think it, wanted to know what it would feel like to slide my dick into her ass. I’ve thought about it even since I was twelve. Now, I desired mom even more after seeing those erotic pictures.

Harold didn’t get back to me until two days later. I ran into him heading to my Biochem class. bursa otele gelen eskort bayan He was waiting in the hall outside the classroom. “Hey Rick. I have that information you wanted.” he said in a conspiratorial tone. Fuck it. My mom was more important to me than Biochemistry.

“Let’s go sit on the benches outside where we can talk.” He shook his head and followed me out of the East Building. When we sat down, Harold opened his laptop and waited for it to come out of hibernation; when the Desktop appeared, he clicked on a file which opened the Firefox browser. It was the website I couldn’t read before. He had some how managed to translate the whole site in English.

Harold pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose before he explained what he came up with: “Okay, you may find this strange but the language used for the website you told me to translate is not one commonly spoken. It’s what linguists call a constructed international auxiliary language.” Harold noticed the confusion written on my face before continuing. “We don’t have to get into that. Suffice it to say the people behind this website wanted it to be cryptic. That’s why they, whoever they are, used Esperanto, the language the website was originally written in. They must’ve figured the average Joe wouldn’t be able to understand what was written. And they’d be correct in that assumption. My guess, the website was made for wealthy executives and politicians.

Harold’s explanation only confirmed my previous suspicion of human trafficking for the purposes of sexual slavery. Just the thought of my mom being used as a piece of meat by some dirty bastards made me ball my hands into fists.

“Now, I did a check on the server that stores the website and traced its location back to a small town in Germany. But that’s not the interesting part. What’s interesting is the pics and web pages didn’t originate from Germany. They came from a computer in Rovno which is located in the Ukraine. So . . . I’m guessing that’s where she’s being held.”

Harold paused to clear his throat several times and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. “Well . . . I . . . uh . . . found some more pictures of your mother,” he added sheepishly. “I swear I didn’t look at them very long.” His eyes shifted aimlessly in an attempt to avoid my gaze. “I . . . uh . . . just wanted to make sure you got everything.”

“Don’t sweat it. You did what I asked you to do.” He gave me a sidelong glance; his face wary, unsure of my reaction. “Harold, me and my family are eternally grateful for your help. I won’t forget it.” I gave him a reassuring smile. He then rummaged through his bag, taking out a silver thumb drive. It contained all the files he dug up including the new pictures. “Thanks.” We shook hands and parted ways.

Later that evening, I read through the web pages and discovered my mom was one of several women who specialized in anal sex. She was advertised as the “American Anal Princess.” Her services included (anal, blowjobs, gaping, toy play, creampies, double penetration, and enemas). Lenora, as she was called, was available for parties and business functions in addition to one-on-one fucking. The charge for her talents was 150 euros which comes out to $200 American dollars, roughly speaking. I’m sure her being an American allowed them to charge a lot more, considering the difficulty in acquiring an American girl to begin with. The risk of reprisal and the attention brought on by such a brazen act would be bad for business, except if you happen to be one these guys.

The real shock, however, was not in the description of her services but in the new pictures themselves and the captions that accompanied each one. The first one showed my mom spreading her cheeks apart, revealing her tight asshole and pink pussy. Her nails had been meticulously decorated in a red, white, and blue pattern, signifying her country of origin. The caption underneath read, “Whichever hole you choose, they are both delicious!”

Okay, I’m not going to deny that my mouth didn’t flood with saliva, because it did. I’m still a man even though I’m her son.

The next pic displayed my mom resting on her back, pulling her cheeks apart, while some guy slid his dick into her ass. Her meaty thighs had been previously oiled to give her skin an erotic sheen. No doubt a marketing tactic. I really wanted to click to the next shot but I found it hard to move my hand. I mean, it’s not everyday I get to see a picture of my mom getting fucked in the ass. The caption for this one read, “It’s so tight you won’t be able to cum in her ass!”

The third one was another anal shot, except this time mom was on her knees spreading her round mounds apart. I don’t know if it was the same man from the picture before, but whoever it was, he had half his prick stuffed into her tight anal ring. The caption of this one read, “Our goal is to please.”

The fourth one was a bit bizarre in that it showed mom spreading her bursa eve gelen escort ass with a travel-sized bottle of vodka lodged in her anus. Despite their bad taste in humor, mom’s ass looked even better in this shot than the previous two. Her skin was extra smooth and tanned, which is odd when you consider the Ukraine is not a destination for tourists in search of sun. They must’ve bought their own personal tanning bed. The caption for that one read, “Drink right from the source!”

In the next shot, mom was on her knees spreading her cheeks again but this time after having been fucked in the ass. Her shiny anus was gaping with cum in and around her raw asshole. The man who fucked her must’ve pulled out at the last second before shooting his wad. The caption read, “Another satisfied customer.”

I don’t know what compelled me to do this but I opened up the pic in an image editor and zoomed in on her stretched hole. I could just make out the thick fibrous tissue that made up her sphincter and the damp bottom of her rectum. I quickly closed the program, disgusted with myself for lusting after my mom’s ass. Fuck! Why did she have to look so damn sexy?

The next pic caught me totally off guard; my mom was in the doggy-style position with a latex-gloved fist in her ass! I could only imagine the pain and humiliation she went through for that shot. The caption for this read, “For those who need something special.” It’s obvious their business catered to all types.

Even though I couldn’t stop my cock from rising, I almost shed a tear knowing this had been her fate for the last three years. And if someone didn’t save her, it would continue being her fate. I wasn’t about to let that happen.

Finally, the last shot was a close up of mom sucking a large cock. She was leaning over a guy with her lips tightly sealed around his cock-head. The tits she once used to feed me and Tracy hung invitingly below, capped by half-inch nipples waiting to be sucked. The caption read, “Look at those lips. She’s ready to drain you dry.”

If my dad ever saw these pics, he’d be crushed. That’s why I hid them in an encrypted folder buried in my C: drive. I shut off my computer and hit the sack. I needed time to strategize and the best way for me to do that was to lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Believe it or not, I did some of my best thinking that way.

I went through different scenarios in my mind; they all had their relative degree of success and failure, but only one would involve minimal bodily harm to me and to my mother. At least I hoped it would. After all, this is a criminal organization I’m going to deal with and I prefer it if we came out of the situation unscathed.

When I hammered out all the details, I fell into a fitful slumber. I tossed and turned for the better part of the night until I finally awoke in a cold sweat. The clock read 3:18 and the only creatures up were the crickets. Lucky for me it was Friday or I’d have to be up in another four hours preparing for class. Going back to sleep was pointless. I couldn’t even if I tried. There was too much on my mind, not to mention too much at stake.

I decided to prepare for my plan . . .

The first thing on my To Do list was getting all the cash I could get my hands on. I needed it for the plane tickets, the hotel room, and for any unforeseeable expenses. I had a little over three grand tucked away in my savings account. I had planned on buying a new car with it, but now I needed the money to save a life. When the bank opened its doors at eight in the morning, I had them clear out my account.

An hour later, I exited Pike’s Used Cars with two grand in my pocket. The car I used to shuttle myself to and from school was now sitting in the back portion of the lot. I now had a total of five grand in my pocket. Not bad but still not enough. If I was going to grease someone’s palm, I better have the funds to back me up. At the risk of incurring outrageous fess, I withdrew cash on two of my credit cards; ouch! That brought my total to eight thousand dollars. I prayed that would be enough to see us safely home.

The next stop on my list was the university. I made arrangements to drop out from all my classes, opting for no credit so my GPA wouldn’t be affected. I think that was harder to do than selling my own car. Now the only thing left for me to do was to visit the local travel agency and book my flight. I bought a one-way ticket to the Ukraine. The agent, a bubbly blonde, suggested a cheap hotel where I could stay with decent food.

Upon my return home, I wrote a letter to my dad and my sister. Without going into details, I explained there was a possible lead I needed to pursue concerning mom’s whereabouts. I mentioned my flight to Europe and told them not to worry about me. And, that I would be in touch. I printed out two copies of the letter and mailed them out. I figure by the time they received it, I’d already be in the air. Once I was done with that, I went online and did a search for addresses and phone numbers integral to my plan.

At 1:30p.m. the following day, I checked my bags at the airport. At 3:05, I was in the air heading to the Ukraine. The flight took something like a day, but it gave me a chance to refine my plan. Though I was scared shitless, I knew my cause was just and that gave me the strength to carry on.

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Deep in the Night: The Ride

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This story is actually the ending chapter of a much longer story about these two women so I had to add some long explanations at the front. If comments are good, then I will publish the complete novella. Thanks for reading.

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The old motel on the Shawnee highway had seen better days, but it had been home for weeks and she was sorry to leave the place. The hazy sun streamed in through the worn curtains and put flickering shadows on the blue bedspread and the scent of pinion pine smoke drifted in the air. Some of the Indians in the little settlement down the road still had wood stoves. Jordan didn’t notice because she had other things on her mind. She packed her things, including her favorite weapon, the S&W .40 cal Compact she liked to carry. She had just finished up a hard case the previous week and had spent the last few days recuperating with the help of Raven, the Motel’s beautiful owner. In the course of the case they had become colleagues, then friends, and now lovers. Jordan was rushed because had to return to Albuquerque that night and catch up her waiting caseload of boring FBI cases, however nothing would compare to what she and Raven had just been through.

After showering and dressing, Jordan returned to Raven’s apartment and let herself in, but she still wasn’t back from her appointment. Jordan paced around, watched some TV, and checked her voice mail.

Finally just before noon, Raven walked through the kitchen door and said, “You’re back!”

“Yes darling,” Jordan replied. “Now I am ready for my surprise, I think.”

“You think? Well…if you don’t want it Jordan,” Raven teased.

“Yes, I want it,” Jordan giggled.

“How do you feel today? Are you well rested?” Raven asked her.

“I feel great — back to 100%. In fact, I was thinking…” She put her arms around Raven’s waist, “…maybe we could save the surprise for later because…”

She kissed Raven’s lips, “…we could go back to bed…but not for sleeping, if you know what I mean.”

Raven’s eyes lit up, but she shook her head, “Hold on to that thought Jordan but, I have a plan. You get your surprise after lunch. It is a beautiful day outside and we are going to take advantage of it. Only thing is…” She stepped back and looked Jordan over, “…you’re dressed too nice. You’ll have to change.”

“But I have to pack and drive back this afternoon,” she protested.

“Not today you don’t, they can do without you for one more day,” Raven insisted.

Jordan relented and said, “OK, so I’m too nicely dressed? What should I wear?”

“Put on a pair of jeans and a casual top and meet me back here.”

Eagerly, Jordan hurried to her motel room to change. I should have moved my clothes to Raven’s apartment, this running back and forth is ridiculous. Returning to Raven’s apartment, she noticed Raven had changed too; into her black jeans and a tight, white tank top. She was pushing her Harley out of the garage.

“We’re going for a ride?” Jordan asked with growing excitement.

“Yeah, if you’re up for it.” Raven countered back flirtatiously. Jordan touched her side where the knife wound still bothered her.

“You bet! Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” Raven answered with a sly smile.

After a quick lunch, Raven left the care of the motel in the Asst. Manager’s hands and told her not to expect them back for several hours. She locked up her apartment and tossed a helmet to Jordan when they reached the motorcycle. Climbing on the bike, Jordan’s arms wrapped around Raven’s torso; something she loved to do.

“Hang on!” Raven yelled.

She took off out of town with a roar and headed north out into the high desert country.

The haze that morning had cleared and the sky was a gorgeous blue, the pine trees thickened as they rode out of town an up into the hills. The last time they rode together was at night on the way to the first murder and Jordan had been unfamiliar with where they were going. But, now, she seemed to recall that they were headed in the same direction of that evening ride. Sure enough, Raven turned off onto the quiet side rode and slowed the bike down. After several moments, she headed off onto the unpaved, side trail, which wandered a bit through a wooded area of pine and birch trees. It came out into a clearing amidst some tall pines beside a riverbed. Raven stopped the bike under a huge tree and cut the engine. She stepped off the bike and was removing her helmet and leather jacket when Jordan began to step off also. But Raven placed a hand on Jordan’s shoulder to indicate that she wanted Jordan to stay on the bike. Jordan complied; she took off her helmet too while she stayed seated. Raven swung her leg over the bike and sat back down, but this time she sat backwards so she could face Jordan. “Do you know why I brought you here my love?”

“I have an idea.”

Raven went on, “I think I told you before, I always used to come here alone. I haven’t brought any other person here but you. This is our special place now.” With that, she leaned forward and kissed Jordan’s gorukle escort bayan mouth. As the kiss slowly deepened, her hands rested on top of Jordan’s thighs. Their lips lingered together for a moment of sweet caressing before Raven ended the kiss. Jordan then saw a different look in Raven’s dark eyes, something akin to longing and need. All during their close work in solving the case Raven had dreamed of the moment when she and Jordan would become intimate. It had made her feel good just thinking about it. She was so ready for it and now, she had quickly gotten aroused.

Her voice was husky as she spoke, “I finally have you to myself Jordan. No phones, no doorbells, no case to take up your time. Just you and me.” She pressed forward trying to get as close to Jordan as possible. Their knees touched, but it was difficult to put her body against the other woman’s. Nevertheless, she resumed kissing. Her kisses were ardent and full of passion; Raven was more aggressive than Jordan had ever known her to be. Taking Jordan’s face into her hands, her lips moved along Jordan’s jaw line, down her neck, onto her throat; nuzzling her silky skin.

She mumbled; her breath warm against Jordan, “I want you Jordan. I want to make love to you.” Jordan’s heart quickened. She turned her face to Raven; her lips seeking Raven’s hair and skin and offered return kisses as a confirmation of her desire for the same.

With her eyes on Jordan, Raven stepped off the bike. She maintained her amorous gaze, capturing Jordan’s attention completely. Her taut nipples strained against her tight shirt. With a sly smile, she turned and walked toward the river. Stopping halfway in the clearing, she tugged at her top, pulling it out of her jeans. She took off her shirt completely and her toned, shapely body proudly stood like a fine sculpture in the early afternoon sun. Jordan sat entranced taking in the lovely view. Raven’s breasts were perfect in size and shape with firm, ripe nipples that poked out from naturally tanned globes. Her torso narrowed to a trim tummy and waist and the gentle curves of her hips and derriere were soon to be revealed as Raven turned to face the water and unbuttoned her jeans. Her hair was as black as a Raven’s wing even though her ancient Indian ancestors did not know about such birds.

She kicked off her shoes and eased her jeans down slowly. A sexy, black thong was underneath. Raven hooked her thumbs into the thong and pushed it down past her well-rounded bottom and strong thighs. She headed toward the river and kept walking, wading out almost up to her waist. Diving in head first, she disappeared under the water and resurfaced a moment later in the middle of the lazy flowing river; the water dripping down her long, dark wet hair plastered over her breasts.

“C’mon in Jordan!” she yelled invitingly.

Jordan didn’t delay a moment. She hopped off the bike and began stripping. Realizing that Raven was watching her, she slowed her movements and turned her back to the river. She removed her top and bra, glanced over her shoulder teasingly at Raven, and wiggled out of her jeans and panties. Her wound reminded her to not stretch that side too much. She then picked up her top and held it in front of her; clasping it to her breasts and stomach. She turned back again to face Raven, the shirt barely covering from the top of her breasts to just below her womanhood. When she reached the edge of the river, she tossed her top aside, revealing all to her girlfriend. Raven smiled at the sight of creamy, round breasts with perky, pink nipples, a tapering torso and a dark, trimmed triangle of down covering her most intimate place. Her hair was collar length chestnut brown with copper highlights. It was blowing around as the afternoon sun blazed down on her beautiful body.

Jordan took a step into the water, and said, “God, this water is freezing!”

“Don’t be a chickenshit!” Raven yelled back.

“Come over here to me darling and I’ll warm you up.”

Jordan wasn’t about to miss out on that. She stepped into the water and forced herself to wade out deeper; the cold water almost taking her breath away. Her teeth chattering, she finally made it out to where Raven was standing and stopped a foot away from her. Raven’s black eyes were riveted downward and Jordan glanced down to see what Raven was looking at. The water came up to just above their breasts and Jordan could see that her own nipples, just below the surface of the water, were erect and stiff from the cold. Jordan looked up, blushing at Raven. Her girlfriend seemed tentative and she wanted to encourage her.

She purred to Raven, “They’re all yours.”

With that, Raven stepped closer and placed her hands on Jordan’s hips. They had both ached for the next inevitable moment when at last, their bodies could come together in an intimate, loving embrace. How sweet it would feel when silky skin would touch, aroused nipples would rub together, arms and hands would slide longingly over curves…

In a sudden motion, Raven’s strong arms went around Jordan’s nilüfer escort bayan waist and she picked her up easily in the water till Jordan’s breasts were level with her face. Raven buried her face between Jordan’s soft breasts and, in response; Jordan wrapped her arms around Raven’s head clasping her lover to her tightly. For a moment, Raven basked in the intoxicating fragrance of Jordan’s perfume and her natural scent. Jordan sighed in anticipation; awaiting the luscious experience that was about to occur when Raven’s sweet lips and tongue would come in contact with her sensitive nipples. And Raven didn’t disappoint her. She turned to Jordan’s left breast first and placed tender kisses along the rounded swell of womanly flesh. She parted her lips to allow her tongue a taste and, liking what she found, she took more, her kisses deepening and wanting ever more.

Closer and closer she got to her first destination; an erect little nip that was hers for the taking. At last, she opened her warm mouth and covered the round nub, drawing it into her mouth. Raven heard Jordan gasp and sucked it deeper inside and simultaneously began caressing it with her tongue. Her reward came immediately as Jordan leaned back, thrusting her chest forward to offer more to Raven. Raven’s actions initiated a burst of tingles in Jordan that spread from her breast down her belly and into her pelvis and aroused center. Raven had been right; Jordan was no longer aware of the cold. She was only aware of a moist heat that was steadily growing between her legs. Raven switched her attention to Jordan’s other breast and, this time, Jordan’s head went back. Her eyes were closed, her body arched as she moaned her pleasure to the sky above.

With a last swipe of her tongue against Jordan’s engorged nipple, Raven slowly lowered the smaller Jordan back down into the water. They stood face to face with Raven’s arms still secure around Jordan’s waist and Jordan’s arms still encircling Raven’s neck. They tightened their grip and their bodies melted together into a deep kiss. The muscles in Raven’s abdomen quivered and her knees became weak. Her arousal was growing into pure, sexual excitement as their breasts pressed together and thighs rubbed against each other. She didn’t know of anything that felt better than what she was doing with Jordan and she also knew that she couldn’t last much longer. She unwrapped her arms from Jordan and took her hand; pulling her through the water and out of the river. Jordan stood dripping in the sunlight as she watched Raven lift the seat of the motorcycle and pull out a blanket. She spread the blanket over a soft bed of pine needles and lay down.

“C’mon Jordan.” She urged as she patted the ground next to her. Jordan lay down beside her and they came together again. Each woman strained to press her body into the other. They abandoned themselves to passion and bliss; each lost in a growing state of ecstasy. Desperately, they groped at each other; an attempt to satisfy their own longing as much as it was an attempt to pleasure the other. It had been so long for both of them; so long since either had had a lover. Raven had wanted to make love to Jordan first, but she found herself succumbing to her desire. She couldn’t get enough. Rolling onto her back, she threw her hands above her head and arched languorously.

“Make love to me Jordan.” She pleaded,

“Give yourself to me darling.”

Jordan hovered over Raven, smiling at her. She wanted to devour the dark haired woman, but paused a moment to look at her fully aroused girlfriend. Raven waited for her lover’s touch and, not feeling it, asked,

“What are you doing Jordan?”

“I want to look at you honey. You’re beautiful.”

Raven’s skin was glistening wet and flushed with the heated moisture from sexual stimulation. Her eyes were closed, while her pretty face was strained from experiencing the overwhelming sensations.

“Don’t look too long, honey.” She begged Jordan. Her arms reached up to pull Jordan onto her and Jordan allowed herself to sink into paradise. Her hands were everywhere on the wet, smooth body beneath her and for the first time, she got to touch and feel her girlfriend; she was completely lost in Raven. And it was all that Raven could take; her womanhood was wet and throbbing with desire. Frantically, she reached for Jordan’s hand. Finding it, she pushed Jordan’s hand down her body, along her belly and further downward. Jordan, sensing what Raven was doing, lifted her hips so that their hands could fit between them. And Raven guided Jordan’s hand past her shaven mound and into her wet curls.

Jordan looked into Raven’s eyes that were now open and silently begging Jordan to give her the release that she so needed. Giving a final sensual kiss to Raven’s mouth, Jordan moved away, leaving a trail of kisses down Raven’s torso. She would have loved to have spent time tasting Raven’s breasts, but for now, she couldn’t take her time; she knew her girlfriend’s climax was imminent.

She positioned herself between Raven’s bursa otele gelen escort bayan legs and Raven voluntarily opened them to Jordan, surrendering completely to her engaging lover. Jordan was greeted with the fragrant scent of a woman and took in the full view of aroused womanhood that lay before her. A narrow row of curls was split into two as Raven’s lips were spread apart revealing her wet, pink slit. Droplets of essence leaked out from her entrance and her clit, full and erect, stood out from its hood, waiting to be caressed.

Jordan began by massaging Raven’s thighs, running her hands in lazy circles, working her way closer to the center. Raven’s hips were undulating and her breathing was deep and rapid. The skin of Raven’s inner thighs was very soft and sensitive so Jordan made sure to spend extra time rubbing that area. Occasionally, she slipped her hands beneath Raven’s hips to massage her bottom as well. When she could go no higher on Raven’s thighs, she began tracing her finger along Raven’s outer lips and kissing her soft mound. Raven knew what was coming and could barely contain herself. She moaned impulsively,

“Jordan…please…”

Jordan slid her hands underneath Raven’s thighs and wrapped her arms around them to hold on. Moving close to the source of Raven’s pleasure, she blew softly on Raven’s womanhood. Raven lifted her hips off the blanket in an effort to thrust her center towards Jordan’s mouth. In the next moment, Jordan placed her mouth fully on Raven’s center; her tongue reaching out to delve into Raven’s nectar. Raven cried out in ecstasy as the wet warmth slipped into her folds; the soft tongue moving against her; filling her entranceway.

Raven’s body was now undulating rhythmically in motion with Jordan’s strokes. Jordan continued stroking ever higher until she reached Raven’s little protruding bulb. She covered Raven’s clit with her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Raven felt like her swollen clit was going to burst and the sensation sent her over the edge. Jordan felt Raven’s body stiffen and her hips lifted again; suspended above the blanket. She held on as Raven lost control; a powerful orgasm exploding from her center. Raven’s hips jumped wildly as her womanhood pulsated with intense pleasure. Strong tingles spread throughout her pelvic region and radiated up into her belly and down into her legs. A new gush of feminine essence poured from her.

Overwhelmed, Raven screamed her joy and pleasure until at last she felt the sensations lessening and her body collapsed limply onto the blanket. Jordan eased up her stroking on Raven’s now over-sensitive clit. She finished with feather light kisses on the little bud. Untangling herself from between Raven’s legs, she moved back up beside Raven and waited, lightly caressing Raven’s abdomen, until Raven’s breathing returned to normal and she regained her senses.

Several moments later, Raven turned to Jordan, smiling, “That was beautiful darling.” She wrapped her arms around Jordan and kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Jordan’s mouth, her tongue seeking the tongue that had just provided her with so much pleasure. She felt relaxed and content as a pleasant warmth still glowed between her legs. But, she couldn’t rest; it was her girlfriend’s turn to be pleasured. More than ever, she wanted to give to Jordan just as much pleasure that Jordan had just given her.

Raven once again became aggressive. She rolled against Jordan, her body gently pushing Jordan onto her back. Covering Jordan, she wanted to take her time and explore Jordan’s body now that she herself was sated. But that was not to be. Jordan was in the same situation that Raven had been in. It also had been a long time since she had been intimate with a woman and she had wanted Raven ever since she first saw her. Making love to Raven had fully aroused her and she needed relief. She lay under Raven abandoning herself to the pleasing skill of her lover. Her arms held Raven tightly to her and she sensuously ran her palms and fingernails alternately along Raven’s back and sides.

Raven lifted her face and upper torso from Jordan propping herself up with her arms. She let her long, black hair fall down onto Jordan’s chest to brush against her breasts and nipples. It tantalized Jordan; sending shivers throughout her body. Raven smiled down at Jordan and lowered herself back onto Jordan, taking an erect nipple into her mouth. She repeated the same actions now on Jordan’s breast that she had performed earlier in the river. It was driving Jordan crazy. Her hands running through Raven’s hair, she couldn’t help but arch her body, her head thrown back, eyes closed.

She was aware only of Raven and began moaning frequently. “Please don’t stop,” She begged in a whisper. Raven had no intention of stopping, but she was torn between giving attention to Jordan’s breasts and her womanhood. She decided she could do both so she inserted one of her legs between Jordan’s thighs and pressed against Jordan’s hot wetness. Jordan grasped Raven’s leg with her thighs; holding the firm thigh tightly against her. She moved against it, rubbing her womanhood up and down along its smooth length. Raven began moving with her while continuing to suck the full nipple. She caressed Jordan’s other swollen breast with her hand. In their rocking motion, they moved as one and Jordan quickly ascended to the summit of pleasure.

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Dilemmas of Love

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Dilemma is a Greek word meaning a problem which offers two possibilities neither of which is unambiguously acceptable or preferable. Another way that I’ve seen this being put to words is: “finding oneself impaled upon the horns of a dilemma”. This phrase directly refers to the horns of a bull where both are equally sharp, uncomfortable and dangerous. Dilemmas of love can be all those things…

Once more I would like to dedicate this story to my wife. She’s the love of my life and my endless source of inspiration. I would also like to thank my fans, all those people who took the time to read my stories and vote for them and all of you who took the time to leave a comment or write an e-mail. This is very important for me and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

This is the longest story I’ve ever written and it’s definitely not a quick fix. There are quite a few sexy scenes described but these are not the main focus of this text. If this is not your cup of tea please exit now, you have been warned. Although this is a lesbian romance story there is an extensive hetero scene described. If you’re not okay with that you can also exit now. There are also scenes were physical and psychological violence is used. You have been warned. All characters are of a legal age and entirely the product of my overzealous imagination.

Whenever you see italic text within a chapter this depicts the innermost thoughts of the character through whom we’re viewing a scene. At the start of each chapter you’ll find the name of the main character. Also present within this text are sentences and phrases in Greek. I’ve provided adequate translations within parentheses as needed, to the best of my ability. Where at a certain point more extensive translations or explanations were needed I’ve provided notes at the end of this text.

“Dilemmas of Love” is a sequel of sorts to “The Three Traditions of Pink”. Most of the characters found here have made their appearance there so it is advisable that you read that first if you haven’t already done so.

I do hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I did writing it,

VF

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Chapter 1 (Chloe)

The rhythmic, binary sound of her cellphone brought Chloe back to the reality of her surroundings. She had been slugging it out for hours, desperately trying to find a tolerable method to differentiate between the various forms of realism. Her exams where coming up and her desk was crammed with textbooks, papers and her laptop. She had been studying for six hours straight; she had started in the evening and now it was dark outside. For the past hour she had been fighting a losing battle with herself; her eyes simply refused to focus and the text was just dancing about.

Her dimly lit basement room felt a bit chilly. Her growling stomach reminded her that turning down the dinner offer that Emma and Abigail had extended earlier on had not been such a good idea. Chloe sat straight on her swivel chair and leisurely stretched like a cat taking in her surroundings. Her private space, she mused. For the past nine months she called this basement her home.

When Emma had moved in with Abigail, she had thought of this wild plan as a spur of the moment thing. Her whirlwind redhead friend had proposed that she move in with them. Being assigned a brand new roommate smack in the middle of the academic year wasn’t the best of plans, Emma reasoned. Abigail had readily agreed and they practically made her an offer she couldn’t resist; she wouldn’t pay any rent, she’d just chip in what she could for the bills and the food. And it had worked surprisingly well so far except…well except for those moments when Abigail and Emma where staring at each other like puppies, but hey, who could blame them. They were deeply in love with each other and they were almost always very discreet. And in any case, it was their home she was living in.

Picking up her phone she checked the display. It read “Text Message from GT”.

What now?

Swiping her phone to life she opened the message: “Hey there babe. Was wondering if I could come over for some R&R… (Wink)”

Christ Trev…I’m neck deep in crap and all you can think of is poking the whiskers? What to do…what to do? I’ll probably just say yes shake him off. Can’t be bothered with any drama right now. What’s the time again? Shit! It’s half past ten! I still have mountains to go through! And I have to get up early tomorrow…

Trevor Gilford, also known as “GT” was Chloe’s boyfriend…sort of. She had known him for quite a while and he had been persistent. Chloe didn’t exactly have a list of suitors waiting on her so she finally acquiesced to dating him. Trevor wasn’t a bad guy so to speak. He was a good student and was polite towards Chloe. His behavior was mature for his age; he didn’t go binge drinking or partying or do any of those crazy stuff that college boys their age tended to do. But Chloe knew that she didn’t love him. It just wasn’t there. She gorukle escort cared about him but she didn’t love him.

And the sex…well the sex was oh-kay-but… there just wasn’t any spark in it and certainly it was nothing like the mind-numbing stuff that Emma would yap about with starry looking eyes. Their first time happened when Chloe decided to give it a try. And Trev really did try to bring her to orgasm, but somehow it never happened. Chloe would either fake it or wait for him to leave and then use her fingers or whatnot to bring herself off. In short, Trevor wasn’t a bad guy but that statement largely explained the problem: he really didn’t make Chloe’s heart jump. And ever since they included sex in their relationship he’d always want to do that.

Isn’t that what couples should want to do when they’re together though?

It’s just that without really planning for it, sex had degenerated into something that Chloe used to keep Trevor happy and away for a while. Without anything being said or done they had grown a bit more distanced this past month. Chloe had used their upcoming finals as an excuse to avoid seeing him. But tonight, she was really tired, she knew that she honestly wouldn’t get any more productive studying done and well…

I’ll just tell him to come over for a quickie to get him off my back. I really ought to clear this thing up…But not now…The last thing I want right now is emotional drama…Brrrr…

Picking up her phone she speed dialed him.

“Hey babe, got my text?”

“Hey Trev. Yeah…”

“And? Shall I come over?”

“Yeah…But Trev? Only for a little while okay? The girls are upstairs and I’ve got mountains to do and…”

“Just relax babe…All I want to do is make you feel good. I promise to keep it short. I’ll be by your backyard door in say…ten?”

“Just be careful not to make any noise. Give me a ring and I’ll come and open up.”

And with that she pressed the red phone button killing the conversation.

Christ! Why did I think this was a good idea again? Oh yeah! Because telling him that we’re most probably through is an even worse proposition. And what does “most probably” even mean? We’re either through or we aren’t! We are, but we don’t want to face it. Correction: I don’t want to face it!

The brunette made no beautification attempts and instead focused upon preparing her desk for the coming day’s study-a-thon. Besides, why worry about clothes and stuff when all Trevor actually wanted was to take them off. Her sweats where just fine for that she reckoned. Easy to take off, easy to put back on.

Just as she had finished tidying up her notes her mobile rang once which was code for Trevor being outside her door. Chloe made a quick check on her pill calendar to see whether she was up to date. The last thing she wanted was (yikes!) an unwanted pregnancy and missing one’s pills could result in just that. Satisfied with what she saw she hustled towards the door. Looming on the outside was Trevor’s hunched figure.

Opening up she was offered a kiss on the lips which she reluctantly accepted.

“Heyah babe! It’s been a while! You alright? You don’t look so bright.”

“Yeah, rough day…I’ve been at it for hours…my head’s about to burst open.”

“That’s what I thought. That’s why I decided to stop over…you know…to help you relax…”

Not to mention to get your rocks off!

“…We…we’ve got to keep it short okay? The girls are upstairs and I’m always nervous when they are. Plus it’s a weekday, I’ve got mountains of work to do…”

“Just chill babe and let me make you feel good. Com’ere!”

Trevor kissed her on the lips once more, his tongue seeking to enter her mouth. Without really being into it, Chloe opened her mouth and their tongues danced a little. Trevor had her body wedged between his legs sideways and soon both his hands where roaming over her body. She could already feel his hardening erection pressing against her flank as his hands groped her pussy over her sweatpants.

Mmmmmm…that rubbing thing might do some good…a little bit to the left…nope…not that left! Yes! There! No! Hey! Don’t stop! That felt nice! What’s he up to now?

Trevor guided his girlfriend away from the basement entrance and into the adjacent washroom. With his strong arms he made Chloe bend over the washing machine all the while tugging at her waist band. The brunette could feel her sweats and panties glide down her legs as they finally rested near her ankles. She closed her eyes in anticipation. Meanwhile Trevor had sunk to the floor and was sitting cross-legged behind her. Sticking out his tongue he tentatively gave her pussy a few exploratory licks before burying his face in it.

Mmmmmm…yes…that could be something! Yeah…keep that tongue twirling! No, not there…no…don’t change that, it was good! Oh…okay…tongue is back in place…oh…new angle…Fingers! Are his fingers clean? Did he touch the floor before he entered altıparmak eskort bayan me? Ughhh…yes…that spot feels nice! But? What’s that finger doing there? I told him I don’t like fingers up my ass! Get that off!

Rather brusquely she pushed the offending finger away.

“What’s up babe?”

“You know I don’t like it when you do that.”

“Okay, okay…don’t get all wound up! Sorry…”

Chloe sighed once more as Trevor continued his ministrations. Her mind however was totally off, she’d never be able to orgasm now.

I’ll just have to fake it (sigh). Better get over with this…

A few sighs here and a few shakes of her body there and Chloe soon pushed Trevor’s face away.

“You done babe?”

“Yeah…I think so…”

“You think so?”

“It was nice. I’m good! Your turn now!”

Trevor got back up and guided his erect dick on her exposed entrance. Pushing inside, she could feel his tip as it entered. She wasn’t really lubricated and the feeling wasn’t the most pleasurable on earth but she said nothing. He retreated and pushed inside more forcefully this time. Chloe winced as his shaft gradually sank inside. She was dry to begin with but thankfully her vagina managed to respond with a bit of lubrication to make his thrusting palpable.

Just as the feeling was starting to get bearable, she heard a loud grunting noise and could sense Trevor’s sperm as it shot inside her.

Goddammit Trevor I’m going to kill you!

Chloe briskly pulled away; her sudden maneuver caused Trevor to flinch with sensitivity.

“Babe, why’d you pull away so fast? I hadn’t finished yet…”

Chloe hissed her anger towards him. “Trevor! I’ve told you a thousand times that I hate it when you do that! First of all I find it totally gross! How’d you like it if twenty minutes from now you sat wherever and you could feel this liquid shit trickling down your thighs? And most important of all…” Chloe had raised her voice considerably by now “…you could leave me pregnant you jerk!”

“But babe…you’re on the pill! That can’t happen!”

“I’m on the pill for medical reasons Trev…For crying out loud! We’ve been through this before! I don’t fucking like it when you do that!”

“I’m sorry babe…I didn’t want to get you all worked up…Come ‘ere…”

Trevor made a move to hug her but the brunette instinctively pulled away.

“What? No hug?”

Trevor sounded genuinely wounded.

For fuck’s sake Trev! I don’t need this shit okay? This is not exactly the best moment in the world but…

“Trevor…I don’t think this is working…I’d like us to be…just friends…”

“What? What are you talking about? Why? I said I’m sorry! I…”

“Trev…” Chloe moved closely now her voice subdued. “It’s not your fault and I’m not really angry about before. Well I am but that’s not the point. You deserve someone who truly loves you and I’m not that person for you…”

“But…I…you seemed so happy! I…Can’t we…I mean…after our exams it’ll be better. You’re probably stressed. I shouldn’t have come…how about I buy you dinner tomorrow?”

Chloe, head downcast, mechanically helped Trevor re-adjust his pants and jeans. In a soft, conciliatory tone she offered: “I’ll always care about you…please don’t think badly about me but the truth is I never loved you…So the honest thing to do here is to let you go…”

Trevor looked positively stunned now.

Please just go!

“I can tell that this is really it then…But why?”

“Trev…it’s not your fault, it’s mine…I shouldn’t have led you on all that time. I want us to be friends though, can we?”

“Yeah…whatever…can I…could I maybe have a last kiss then? To remember you by?”

Chloe smiled sadly. Closing her eyes to fight off a surprising appearance of tears, she felt the slightest of touches upon her lips. And…that was it…A six month relationship sealed with a kiss and a thank you miss. No drama, no fuss, just like Chloe wanted. And yet why was it that she felt so miserable for letting him go?

“Bye Chloe…” The last few words ringed so strangely in Chloe’s ears that she had to bite hard on her lips not to cry. Because if that started she feared she’d simply disintegrate.

Please go Trevor…please…

As if reading her mind, Trevor turned and silently left.

Is it schizophrenic if you feel relief and pain at the same time? I really could use a hug right now!

Chloe sat there hugging her legs. Her eyes were stinging and yet they refused to let go of their tears.

Emma…

The brunette wearily trudged up the stairs. Opening the door to the ground floor she peered about. There was light spilling out from the living room and the faint noises of a film playing in the background could be heard. Her friends where obviously relaxing after dinner, she reckoned. Quietly, she tip-toed towards the source of the light. Peering nilüfer eskort bayan inside, she could see her redhead ex-roommate snuggled inside Abigail’s protective embrace as they watched yet another episode of the “Game of Thrones” series.

The scene felt painfully intimate to Chloe. Painful, because she realized that she too yearned for such closeness and comfort. Although she would have liked nothing more in the world right now than a soul-soothing chat with her house-mates, they were so serenely peaceful that the brunette couldn’t stomach interrupting them. She turned about and as silently as she could, tried to tip-toe her way back to the staircase. A loose wood panel on the floor however had other plans and a loud creak was heard.

Startled, Abigail sat up on the sofa. “Who’s there? Chloe? Is that you?”

Shit! They’re going to think I’m stalking them!

“Yeah, it’s me…ummm…sorry you guys…I didn’t want to creep up on you…”

By now Emma had sprung on her feet. “Are you alright Chloe? You don’t look very well…have you been crying? Your eyes are all red!”

No…don’t mention crying…now I’m really going to cry!

“I…ummm…I could use a hug…”

Both Abigail and Emma rushed towards her just in time for the first sob. Chloe collapsed in the redhead’s embrace as Abigail protectively hugged them both.

“Hush baby…hush now…it’s alright…whatever it is will be alright…”

Chloe had a good, solid cry inside her friend’s embrace and after a couple of minutes felt much better for it. Sniffing her nose, she gently parted their embrace.

“Ughh…thanks you guys…that felt so good…Sorry for ruining your moment…”

“Shut up you wierdo…that’s what we’re here for! You ruined nothing in any case, we were half asleep in front of the TV…So what gives?”

“You got any ice-cream left-over from yesterday?”

Emma shared a look with her blonde lover. They both knew that ice-cream was Chloe’s comfort food of choice. If it got down to ice-cream then something noteworthy was afoot.

Once in the kitchen they each got a spoon and begun to ravage the Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie straight out of the tub.

“…mmmmm…I’m such a pig for doing this…but this feels soooo good…”

“So…what is it that required this emergency ice-cream session Chloe?”

“Ummm…well…I just broke up with Trevor…”

Abigail and Emma looked questioningly one another. “But you were really into him! You’d always sing his praise. What happened? Did you two have a fight or something?”

Oh God…here goes…

Chloe put her spoon down and rubbed her temples. The day’s work load and events crept up on her and she felt weary. “I guess you guys deserve a proper explanation I think…

As Em over here knows, Trevor is a classmate of ours in some of our courses. When you two pigeons left for your love nest…yeah Em, yeah Abi I’m looking at you two…anyways when you first rented this place I was suddenly all alone. Trev had been on my case for some time, he had asked me out twice before but I shot him down. When Em finally left, Trev made a third attempt…he was really sweet about it too…and our redhead friend decided to play cheerleader for him as well…that he’s a good guy…you should date more often…yada, yada, yada…

…anyways…Trevor was sweet, he actually sent me flowers with an old fashioned hand written card on them. Truth be told, I was a bit flattered that someone was so after me. I thought, what the heck, why not…So I dated him…he’s a nice guy, quite likeable…but you guys, it just wasn’t there! I still remember Emma when she came back from your first date and…ughh…she had stars in her eyes! She was daydreaming! You had to yell her name three times to get her attention…”

“That’s not true! I wasn’t like that, was I?”

“Oh yes it’s very, VERY true Em and if you two continue looking at each other like that, I’m abducting the tub AND the spoons and going downstairs…This ice-cream and I have an unfinished love affair!”

The three housemates shared a hearty laugh at that. Chloe, feeling much better went on.

“…so as I was saying…it just wasn’t there. The funny thing is that Trevor was much more into me than I was into him. But, one date followed the other and I somehow couldn’t bring myself break it up. Somewhere down that road we had sex…he was only my second guy…the sex was…well…the sex was oh-kayyy…probably a five…sometimes a six…”

…Trevor…ummm…he tried to make me cum…he wasn’t one of those self-centered asshole who falls asleep after he’s busted his nut…he’d go down on me trying to bring me off…for some reason it never happened…in any case, the tales of the fabled magic land that my redhead friend over here had regaled me with countless of times were nowhere to be found…I’d either fake it or rub one off after he’d left…

…moving in with you guys was an eye-opener. I realized that the love, the chemistry, the I-feel-I’ve-known-you-for-years feeling, the sixth sense if you will…not to mention the sex…yeah “Abi-babe”, blushing won’t work with me…so anyways, to make a long story short, I got to see first-hand how a couple in love behaves and how bland my relationship was in contrast…

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Caught Fantasizing at Home Ch. 02

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Blowjob

“That was unfucking believable” Jake exclaimed as I finally let his deflated cock slip out of my mouth. He tapped his phone screen and set it on my desk. Then he scanned the floor, looking for his shorts. “How long have you been sucking cock?”

I smiled and snorted “Dude, seriously, you’re my first. I had fantasized many times but your cock was the first to enter my mouth.” “Leave your shorts off.” I ordered and surprised myself by adding “I think I might want to suck you again.”

“No dude. I’m done.”

Seeing his shorts where he had kicked them off – sticking partway out from under my bed – he moved to get them.

I let him retrieve his shorts and instead picked up his phone. He had recorded the whole sloppy blowjob. There was no way I could have that video get out. I was still buzzing from the excitement of giving my first blowjob and the buzz was almost enough to overcome my shame and the fear of my wife discovering this act. Almost, but not quite.

The video thumbnail was on his screen and I tapped play and watched myself masturbating to some dude sucking another on the screen in front of me. I tapped ahead and saw a great in-focus shot of me passionately deep throating his cock, watering eyes looking directly at the screen. I was in heaven. Jesus! I was a whore.

“Dude. Hand over my phone. I gotta go.” He ordered as he buttoned his shorts.

“Fuck you, man! Not with this video on it.” I said boldly.

“Fuck me? Fuck you, you cocksucker! Hand over my phone. I’m keeping that vid and, unless you want Marcie to see it, you’re going to blow me whenever I want.”

Jake reached for the phone but I twisted it away from his reach.

“Jake.” I said as I thrust the phone behind me with one hand and my other on his chest holding him back. “You are not leaving here with that video”. “But -“

Jake reached for the phone again. “The fuck I’m not”.

Twisting the phone out of his reach behind me and pushing him again while standing up and looking him in the eyes I yelled “BUT WHAT I WILL DO…!”.

Jake lowered his arm slightly and cocked his head as if to hear me better.

“But what I will do…” I continued, “is suck you. Anytime you want.” “I’ll suck you like today. I’ll lick your balls and deepthroat your cock. I’ll swallow your cum.” “I’ll do this, I swear. You don’t need this video.”

As my mouth said this, my brain processed it. What in the hell was I saying? I mean I enjoyed sucking his cock – no doubts. But to set myself up to do it whenever he wanted? Was I insane? Obviously I was just saying this to get out of this situation. I wasn’t going to agree to lick his thick cock whenever he wanted. I had no real intention of really rubbing it all over my face again. This was just a one time event. Like hell Id swallow the cum he’d shoot in my mouth whenever he felt like it. I wasn’t gay. This was just a one time thing.

I realized that I was starting to get hard.

Jake pursed his lips as if considering my offer.

Dubious, Jake asked escort bayan “You’ll blow me whenever I want?”

I paused as I considered how to back out of this.

“Yes” I heard myself say.

“Whenever I want head, I just text you and you show up and suck my dick?” he repeated.

I closed my eyes briefly. Part of my brain said “STOP THIS!. You’re married! Happily married to a wonderful woman. You can’t agree to suck this guy from your office any damn time he gets a hard on. Get a hold of yourself!” The other part of my brain overruled and said “Fuck yes! I would love to suck that cock of his again!”

“Yes” I agreed, my enthusiasm betrayed by my rising cock. “That’s what I’m saying.”

I looked at Jake and said calmly “Let me download this video from your phone to my computer and then… And then I’ll suck you as we watch it.”

“Well…” he considered. “How do I know you’re going to follow though? With sucking me when I want?”

“Jake, look at me. I…I loved sucking your cock. You know this.” I admitted. “I want to suck it again right now. Shit, man- Look at my cock!” My cock was fully hard and even starting to throb. You know I’ll do it because…well…because…”

I paused and lowered my eyes, strangely embarrassed to say it. “Because I’m a cocksucker”.

A smirk started forming on Jake’s face and I turned slightly away and started hooking his phone to my computer – not waiting for his positive response I knew was coming.

A moment passed and he said “OK. Deal.” and thrust out his hand to me.

I turned from the computer and stared blankly at his hand. He expected us to shake on it as if we were two gentlemen making a good natured wager,

“Jolly good, kind sir, I agree to let you suck my cock” his hand seemed to say to me. Confused by this bizarre civilized gesture that seemed strangely out of place, I slowly reached out and shook his hand.

“Deal” I agreed and sat back in my computer chair.

I turned back to my computer and transferred the file. Clicking on the new icon, I then maximized the video.

“Cum in my mouth. Yeah, shoot your load in my mouth. Let me swallow your cum” I saw myself moaning as I stroked and squeezed my cock, occasionally letting it go abruptly, edging again and withholding the cum. “God! Give me that big cock. Fuck my mouth. Let me swallow you. I’d totally suck you.”

I quickly estimated that Jake had filmed a good 5 or 6 minutes of me bringing myself close to orgasm and then stopping. On the video, my eyes were focused on the computer screen in front of me and never noticed Jake filming me off to the side; filming me and my screen with various clips of cum swallowing gay oral porn. Watching it now, I had to admit that it was a hot scene. I abruptly made a decision and clicked on my camera button and started recording.

I spun the chair around. Jake was still standing behind me with his eyes on the video. My face was even with his crotch. I looked up at him and he made eye contact. altıparmak escort bayan As I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down I maneovered us both ninety degrees so my moitor camera could get a better view. His cock rolled free as his pants dropped. It was like in the video: soft and floppy. Except now it was longer than before. The blood had drained enough to that it was not hard but it had still retained much of its length. It was even more magnificent than before. Perfect.

Jake’s shorts were resting on his ankles and he kicked them off. Once again, like before, his cock bobbed and hit me in the face. This time I didn’t resist. I dove forward and rubbed my face against the fleshy tube, turning my head left and right. I nuzzled and licked his cock as I put my hands on his ass and held him against me. Licking the based of the cock and then up and down the length, I covered his cock and balls with my lips and tongue. I turned my head and slurped the head of his cock in my mouth and easily slid my lips down the whole soft length.

I shook my head back and forth, getting the head of his cock to slide deeper into my throat.

Jake moaned “Jesus! How do you do thaaat?” and I felt his cock swell and harden almost immediately. I felt my gag reflex start to kick in and then I basically coughed his cock out.

I grabbed his cock and started stroking it as I tried to catch my breath. It was now fully hard and magnificent. The foreskin was shiny with my slimy spit from my throat. As I stroked, I licked the tip of the head sticking out from the end of the foreskin. I stuck my tongue inside the foreskin and licked his whole cock head. I pulled the skin back over the head and then put my tongue inside again. I refrained from by primal desire to chew this wonderful skin, instead sliding my tongue inside and around the head. Jake shivered and I felt his pelvis involuntarily jerk back slightly. I engulfed the whole head and ran my tongue around and around the the outside of the foreskin and his cock head while still stroking. With my other hand I reached out and cradled his marvelous balls.

His scrotum felt different from before. The heat and excitement of my first blowjob had caused the balls to pull away from his body and the scrotum had lengthened to accommodate this. The balls were now like little twin apricots hanging down, resting on my palm. Never stopping my pumping and sucking, I reached my fingers over his balls and connected my finger and thumb above them. And then I gently but firmly pulled them down until they were taught in the thin sack.

Jake gasped slightly. I slowly and gently squeezed his balls and released. I did this again and Jake exhaled quickly and inhaled even faster.

While continuing this manipulation, I slid my mouth off his cock and, as if going deep underwater, took a deep breath and slowly slid my lips to the base of his cock, pausing only briefly as the ridges of the head passed through the back of my mouth nilüfer eskort into my throat.

I held him there for a second while squeezing his taught balls. I could feel my own cock literally throb with my pulse and wished my cock were in my mouth so I could suck and swallow my own cum. I slid back up, letting my lips clamp strongly over the head and then immediately slid back down, lips tight over the soft skin moving over the hard core of Jake’s cock. I did this again and again. I sucked him deep in my mouth and had absolutely no gag reflex. The saliva was thick and running down his shaft and stringing off his balls and my hand to occasionally fly off onto my legs or the floor. I stopped deepthroating him occasionally to suck one ball and then the other into my mouth. I never stopped sliding my hand over his thick cock when I sucked his balls.

Jake let loose a soft sound between his gritted teeth as if he was demanding silence. “Shhhhhh – shhhhhhh-shh-shh-shh-shh” Then a series of light vowel barks “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Ahhh! And then he came.

“Cummmmminnngaaaah” he yelled as he shot his first unexpected blast of cum deep into my throat.

Quite frankly, I didn’t expect a lot of cum considering the ridiculous load he had given me earlier. I also expected him to last a much longer time. I was wrong. He shot once in my throat, surprising me, and on my upswing, shot another burst into my mouth. Since I wasn’t expecting him to cum, my blowjob rhythm pulled him back into my mouth and into my throat taking half the cum in my mouth along with it as the rest shot out of my lips along his shaft. Again he shot in my throat but now held my head steady, nose pressed against his body, as his cock pulsed over and over pumping his seed into my stomach.

I released his balls and tried to push him away since I needed air. He resisted but finally pulled his cock out of my mouth allowing me to gasp for air. His cock dragged thick strands of cum and saliva with it and they formed a stringy bridge from my mouth to his cock. After a few breaths, I kissed the base of his cock and rubbed it and the slimy mess all over my face. I turned my face left and right, coating my face completely before once again engulfing his cock and clamping my lips at the base and then sliding off his cock, squeezing any cum remaining inside it into my mouth. I did this another time and felt his cock get noticeably softer.

Slurping and worshiping his softening dick, I reached down and started stroking my own cock. It was already wet with saliva and cum that had run down my arm during my blowjob. After ten or twenty quick movements I knew I was ready. I cupped my left hand under my cock hoping to catch my cum. My cock erupted and shot a burst of cum that landed on the floor between Jake’s legs. It felt amazing. I could feel my orgasm intensely throughout my body. The next spurt spatted warmly in my palm and was followed by two more less powerful shots.

I brought my palm up to my mouth and slurped the warm puddle and licked my palm clean. Then I sucked that splendid soft cock in my mouth again, mixing my cum with what little remained of Jake’s.

I laughed at myself as I thought that now I could do this whenever I wanted – well, whenever Jake wanted. I was sure that this would be often enough to satisfy us both.

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Crossing the Line

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Ass

When I crossed her bikini line with my tongue, heading for the Promised Land, it was the beginning of a new world.

It was much more than a physical boundary, where whether to wax or not is a big deal.

But, more importantly, it was a boundary between an employee and her boss. Julia’s my boss, and now she’s my lover. She’s older than me, in her late thirties, but she has a great body. Every time I see her naked, I have an urge to eat her pussy or fuck her with the strap-on we bought at a place that sells sex toys.

When I was hired, she seemed a pain in the ass to me, a real bitch. But there was something about her that appealed to me.

At 5:30 one night, as the office emptied out , I asked her to join me for drink at the bar across from our office, so that we could get better acquainted. Julia looked me up and down, as if it were the first time she noticed me. Luckily, I’d worn my sexiest outfit, which showed my tits and ass to good advantage. Maybe she was lonely since her lover Louise left for L.A. I hoped that was true because I was also between lovers.

Julia looked pretty good to me, if she were able to unwind. I’d dreamt of getting bursa escort bayanlar her naked, and then using my tongue on her boobs, ass, and cunt – the usual thing. I’d been hoping to bed her, but the only way I could figure out to find out if she was responsive to me was to get her away from the office, to a pleasant place. I invited her to the bar , and she accepted, after a short delay.

After we ordered drinks, I leaned forward and put one hand, ever so gently, on her knee, under her short skirt. “If you don’t mind my asking,” I said. “Are you looking for someone special? That’s what I’m doing.”

Instead of answering my question, she said, “Are you trying to seduce me, Ann?”

I replied, “Sorry about the hand on your knee. It’s an old habit of mine.”

“Don’t be sorry, she said. ” I like the feeling but wanted to make sure of your intentions.”

I was confused at that point and started to pull my hand away. But she put her hand over mine,

“It’s OK,” she said. “Keep your hand there.” She smiled brightly at me, as if she hadn’t invited me to touch her in a very private place, while we sat in a very public bayan sarisin escort bursa place.

We had more drinks. I moved my hand further up her thigh, meeting no resistance. I wanted to stay there, heading for her pussy with my hand, but she said, ” Let’s go back to the office, where it’s private.”

When we arrived at the office she hung up her coat and held out her hand for my coat. After putting the coats away, Julia turned, hugged me, and kissed me on the lips.

“Let’s see if you’re a just a little bitch, trying to seduce your boss,” she said.

“Of course I’m trying to seduce you, ” I said. “Is that hard to believe? You’re very attractive, and I think you’re ready for a love affair. I know that I’m ready for one. Take your Goddam clothes off!”

While keeping her eyes on mine, she stripped slowly for me. Then she came close and started to unbutton my blouse, saying “Let’s see what you have for me, Anne.”

It was a scene of erotic tension when we stood there, close together and naked. I pushed her back, against her desk, and said, ” Lean all the way back for me, on the desk .” She got onto the bayan esmer escort bursa desk, on her back. Then I pulled her panties down around her shoes.

“Spread wide for me,” I said, “show me your pussy!” She did I asked, and that was when I leaned down and used my tongue to explore past her bikini line, into her hot cunt.

“Oh God!” she said. “I’m going to come.”

But I wanted more. “Raise your legs and put them over my shoulders, ” I told her.

“Why should I?” she asked. “Just do it!” I told her. She did as I asked.

After she put her feet over my shoulders, the perineum, the sensitive path between her asshole and vagina, was fully exposed. I licked my way along that path , which is lined with sensitive nerve endings. After something like ten minutes of that treatment, she moaned and came — covering my head with her juices. I was in lesbian heaven! I’ve tasted cunt before, but none as sweet as hers.

After we cleaned up, Julia and I took a cab to her place. I’ve lived there ever since. At first we came to work at different times so that others at work wouldn’t know about our love affair.

But we decided that was silly. Now we live together openly, and to Hell with anyone who objects! Life is good and the sex is fantastic.

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

Copyright 2005 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. All comments are welcome.

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Day 0 — Ontario, Canada: New Millennium, New Rules/Big Day, Bigger Night

Wednesday, June 27th, 2001, 11:21 a.m.

Unveiled 31-year-old Hailey Elle Lockwood and Sasha Marie Pleshette-Lockwood joyfully pranced past their applauding guests, amid a shower of rice and congratulations. They could already feel their hearts pounding with newly wedded bliss as they hopped into the limo. Once the door shut with both brand-new wives in the back seat, they threw their arms around each other and made out like teenagers. It was the happiest day of what was now their shared life.

They’d known each other, dated and been steady girlfriends for seven years, in their hometown of Juniper, Minnesota. At the advice of the Juniper Institute of Lesbian Lovers and Organization of Frisky Females (J.I.L.L.O.F.F.), and the handbook the girls received upon becoming a couple, they shacked up following year one. After three years getting the hang of living together, they agreed that they were ready to get married. There was only one problem: their sex organs were identical, and it was still the 20th century.

Hailey and Sasha were all but complete opposites. And yet, everywhere they looked, they found love. Once their union was official, they looked forward to bumping the theory that opposites only attracted trouble. They’d generated far too much happiness, despite their numerous differences. Hailey was down-to-Earth, sensible and type-A, whereas Sasha was flighty and unpredictable. Hailey’d earned a business degree and wrestled her way up the corporate ladder. Sasha had dropped out of college a short ways in, deciding to be a multi-medium artist. Hailey crunched numbers, fought deadlines and listened to inspirational audiobooks to and from work. Sasha kept a home studio in which she whipped up occasional mistresspieces. Her stereo blasted hip-pop, opera and heavy metal, whichever she was in the mood for. Hailey enjoyed her single genre of music—classical—but not at work. And to list but one more difference, Hailey did not experience creative work blockage. Nor resort to the use of artificial hallucinogens to break said blockage.

Of all the things that distinguished them, what caused the most anguish in their dating life was this. While both wanted to get married, Hailey was very upset and indignant ever since she’d learned same-sex marriage was illegal. Neither particularly wanted to be a mother, but both harbored desire to solidify their bond in matrimony. Sasha tended to be easygoing about such things, more a roll-with-the-punches gal. The way she saw it, some things were just the way they were. And they had to accept the nature of the world they were presented with, flaws and all. The fact that Sasha wasn’t as angry over this injustice in turn made Hailey angrier.

“Why does this not bother you?” Hailey’d wanted to know one day. “Do you really deep down not want to marry me? Is that it?”

“Sweetheart, of course I wanna marry you,” Sasha’d calmly told her. “I love you more than anything in the world, and I want that world to know it! I…I just don’t think we should put our energy into being upset about something we have no control over. Babe, I just…I just feel stuff like energy’s at a premium. Y’know, we only have so much every day, and if we use it on negativity, we’ll just make ourselves miserable. I mean…of course I think we should have the same rights as straight people. At the same time, no one’s telling us we can’t be together as girlfriends. It’s not like we can’t share our love and lives at all. I love you so much, and I’ll walk down that aisle with you the second we can. And I’m sorry this hurts you, but until people wake up…what can we do about it?”

Well, get out there in the streets and march, for one, Hailey told her. She wanted them to make a trip to New York and join the Pride Parade. So beginning the next year, they did. And while Hailey’d remained up in arms that day, she (didn’t want to but) had to admit Sasha’s tranquil demeanor and tactful words made it easier to be rational. And to come up with ideas like the Parade. So they took vacation time to sink their teeth into the Big Apple. From 1997 to 2000, they made the journey for the last week in June, took part in the Parade, and spent the meantime enjoying the buzz, the sights, the glam, the lights, the Broadway shows, the shopping, the pizza…oh, there was a lot of pizza. No wonder, they thought, it was one of the things this place was known for.

Finally in 2001, their wish became a reality, in the Great White North. The girls lived just a little ways south. So when vacation time came around again, the opportunity had to be seized. The trip was considerably shorter than that to NYC, while including customs and passports. It was worth it. They knew their Proud marching New Yorkers would want them to görükle escort bayan do this, and were convinced the Parade would survive without them. They took two weeks’ holiday this year, to follow up Canada with a honeymoon to Ireland, one place both had always wanted to go. Thank heaven there were so many destinations, even such opposite women could agree on one.

Inevitably, for all their differences, the girls found a few things in common. Like a love for pancakes, which meant a disproportionate amount of meals savored at IHOP. Another, amazingly enough, was an aversion to the touch of velvet. Yet one more was a personal insecurity workaround: the wearing of sunglasses. Allowing a peek into their naked eyes made both feel their hearts and souls were also naked in a way, thus vulnerable. And in their proverbial books, such fragile nakedness belonged in a private setting.

Which brought them to their other, vastly valued and shared interest.

6:33 p.m. The Ontario Quality Inn at 180 Bay Street, Sault Ste. Marie may not have been the most orthodox location to celebrate a wedding night. But the two dress-clad, unveiled women who were now the Lockwoods were so happy to be married, they didn’t care. And approaching the front desk to book a room, they received an enormous additional treat. When they showed and told the receptionist they’d just wed, he arranged to give them a complimentary suite so they could spend more money on their honeymoon. Naturally touched, the girls frolicked on up to make the marriage officially official.

Both radiated ecstasy all over, including their very special organs. They raced frantically to the appropriate floor, looking wildly about for their suite. When they found it, they had to squelch enthusiasm just enough to get the key in. Hailey handled this task while Sasha hopped on her toes in zealous wait. When the key finally found its way in, Hailey flung the door open, and in they flocked. The suitcases hit the floor. The newlyweds beelined to the bed, seized one another with vehement passion, and tumbled in.

It was as if the girls’ bodies, hands and mouths were magnetized. They fought to breathe through the noses as they rolled over each other, emanating hot, hungry moans, pawing at one another—Hailey with bare hands, Sasha with fingerless lace gloves. Within mere minutes, their bodies began to heat and sweat through their dresses. When at last broke the first mesmerizing kiss, each heaved desperate breaths and blinked until her beautiful wife’s face was back in focus.

Puff. “God, I love you so motherfuckin’ much, Mrs. Lockwood!” Sasha gushed.

Huff, puff. “I love you more, Mrs. Pleshette-Lockwood,” gasped Hailey back.

And so commenced kiss-a-thon two, during which the wives remained stationary, and unhanded one another to unfasten and yank off their shoes. Comfier, they resumed snuggle mode without breaking lips, and massaged each other’s legs and ankles with their soles. Sasha broke this liplock, substituting with a cheek nuzzle to grasp another breath.

“You’re so damn hot.”

Hailey kissed her nose and daintily licked the tip.

“Oooh!” she winced, pretending she’d burnt her lips and tongue. “You’re even hotter.”

“I’m just gettin’ warmed up, honey bunny.”

“This is the best day of my life.”

Sasha grinned wickedly at her.

“And this is gonna be the hottest fuckin’ night of your life too, wifey.”

The next kiss went underway, kicking their crazed hearts into reacceleration. They blinked fluttery eyes and began to sweat, falling in love over again every moment. Their beautifully groomed hair spilled haphazardly, sticking to their skin. Four lips adhered and detached endlessly, amid nose nubs and gropes of flesh. After one more coat of saliva oozed over one another’s tongues, each and every taste bud tasted, Hailey felt a new, enticing sensation. Sasha gripped her by the breasts.

“MMM!”

The current kiss broke with a smack. Hailey took the hint and they pushed to their knees to disrobe. Barely able to keep their lips off each other long enough to do this, they practically ripped their wedding dresses away. Hailey halted at her bra and panties for the moment, but Sasha couldn’t. She clasped her bra off and wrestled down her panties, which Hailey found only adorable. Now nude as a jaybird—and randy as a wildcat—Sasha wriggled back into horizontal pose, took Hailey’s unadorned dominant hand, kissed it, and guided it to her impatient pussy. And Hailey assumed the top to start. Sasha spread her legs, and Hailey straddled the right.

The more arousing phase two incepted, as Sasha lay on bottom, arm around Hailey’s back, other hand fondling her front. Hailey rested atop, propped by her elbow, left hand gingerly caressing Sasha’s hair, fingers of her right altıparmak eskort stroking her wife’s rapidly wetter and wetter cunt. Sasha grooooaned through the kisses, feeling the passion melt and ooze over her like hot fudge. Wanting to watch her face in the throes of sweet lust, Hailey released her from the kiss. Sasha dropped her head in the pillows, and out flowed her moans. Hailey fell in love with her again, this time from a different angle as Sasha tilted and burrowed her head, grimacing in hot electric pleasure. Her nipples had swollen rock-hard, Hailey noticed with a flattered ego. Then her smile grew as well.

She’s gonna love this.

Sasha felt Hailey’s wispy blonde hair sprinkle over and tickle her neck, as she descended to feast on her right nipple. She curved her lips into a small ‘o’ to cover the areola, and gently closed her teeth, slicking her tongue. And just to show Sasha she meant business, she forced her fingers into Sasha’s quickly drenching wet pussy, and with no warning but the nipple nip…rammed her.

She was right. Sasha categorically lost it. Her groans at once elevated to ferocious screams, swallowed by fire. Both her hands clenched into fierce claws, clutching a fistful of bedspread with the left. All but bypassing her brain completely, her right claw took hold of Hailey’s hair, and pressed her firmly down onto her breast.

Ouch. This hurt a bit, but Hailey took it from the good place of which it came. She also took glee and satisfaction in knowing she was driving Sasha so crazy, Sasha didn’t care if she was being rough. Hailey felt her own bits respond in her undergarments, tightening her bra and dampening her panties. She reached back with her left hand to try and get the latter off. This threw her Sasha-frigging right hand’s rhythm off a bit, and shook up her wife’s reverie. Sasha felt her sizzling ride put on pause. She looked up.

“…Baby?”

Hailey noticed she must’ve disturbed the delicate balance of the act. A sweating, panting Sasha gazed up at her.

“…Everything okay?”

“…Oh! Yes! Yes, honey, everything’s great,” Hailey reassured. “I just wanted to get my panties off.”

Sasha smiled.

“Mm, good…you can hump my leg and lemme feel how wet you are too.”

She dropped her happy dizzy head back in the pillow. Her grin spread as she felt Hailey’s digits reoccupy her soaked puffy pink pussy. As long as her panties had been ditched, Hailey thought, she might as well lose the bra. So she undid it with the left hand, let gravity handle the rest, and out popped her size 36B girls. Sasha had large, voluptuous tits at size 38DD. Hailey was sometimes jealous of them, how Sasha’s sweet rack got all the attention when they were out together. But Hailey’s were easier on her back, and Sasha’s gave her more to love when they were intimate. So she looked to the bright side.

She lapped Sasha’s frame, all hot flesh on flesh, palmed as much of Sasha’s right breast as she could and settled in to devour her left. Hailey’s right paw was again hard at work pounding wifey’s desperate cunt. Now with her libido re-revving and once more purring like a motor, Sasha writhed on the bed, clutched and whapped the mattress. She quivered, quaked, and howled like a coyote.

Hailey tongue-bathed her left titty and squeezed the right tight as she could. She engaged her gams, wrapping them around Sasha’s kicking, spasming right leg, pumping on it as her cunt leaked liquid love on her thigh. Now thoroughly fired up for pass two, Sasha’d stand for no more disruptions. She grabbed Hailey around the back, holding on for dear lust, her digging nails just short of breaking flesh. Her other three paws clenched, twitching digits curling over one another. Hailey plunged her with potent fingers until she felt the contraction. Her wrist was aching, but Sasha was too close now. There was no turning back. Sasha’s body locked, head all the way back, face contorted in the sweet agony of impending orgasm. Had anyone passed by at these crucial moments, they’d have faintly heard what sounded like a woman being brutalized inside. Hailey, on the one hand, loved making Sasha shriek herself hoarse, thrusting such incredible passion upon her. On the other, she hoped no one heard, and became concerned. …Or, intrigued.

Both lust-riddled newlyweds panted, gasped, flushed and poured with sweat. At last, Sasha clasped the side of the bed with the grip of a vise, and yearningly pressed in on Hailey’s fingers with her quaking cunt. Hailey knew what these final signals meant. She could initiate the countdown in her head. She smiled in gleeful devotion, ignoring her throbbing wrist, and finished her off.

Sasha’s hand tore the bedsheet.

“FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!”

Whoa-ho! Hailey thought with elation. She couldn’t remember nilüfer escort ever having made Sasha cum like this in their seven years together, and let herself be dazzled by the fruits of her labor. Sasha gave the last her lungs could handle, and gushed all over Hailey to the forearm. Her pussy maintained such a firm hold on Hailey’s fingers, she couldn’t effectively jill her off anymore. But it didn’t matter. Sasha’s Earth-shattering orgasm ran its marvelous course, her pussy ran out of cum…and she was spent. Time to stick a fork in her.

Almost instantly, she let everything go slack. Her tender crimson pussy unclenched, and her frame went limp. Her nipples softened. Her entire system shut down. The climax was so overwhelmingly powerful, she fell asleep within seconds.

As Hailey retracted her sticky caked hand and pushed herself up, she was once again blessed with the most beautiful sight she’d ever witnessed. There lay the lovely, wonderful woman who was now her wife. Hailey felt another droplet slip from her eye and join the sweat on her face. She could hardly believe she’d been so fortunate. They’d at last been granted the privilege to wed, and had done so. She smiled with demure devotion at her darling Sasha Marie, now slumbering in heavenly afterglow.

She’d never been happier.

8:28 p.m. She got up, went to the bathroom, had a nice tepid rinse in the shower, toweled off and returned to bed. There lay Sasha, having fully settled down, peaceful and tranquil as could be. Hailey had to fight the urge to cry more joyful tears. She decided she didn’t need her own orgasm. The bountiful trek on which she’d just sent Sasha was enough. She retrieved the comforter from the floor, draped it half over Sasha, climbed half in herself, lay beside on her back, and clasped her blushing bride’s hand with one of hers. And comfortably, gingerly fondled herself with the other.

Well…maybe just a fraction of orgasm for me tonight.

*****

Day 3 — thirty thousand feet above the Atlantic Ocean: Made Of Honey

Saturday, June 30th, 2001, 1:50 a.m. (U.S. Eastern Standard Time)

Ding. “Your captain speaking, ladies and gentlemen. We apologize for this minor bit of turbulence, and shall continue our utmost efforts to make your flight as pleasant as possible. Please relax and enjoy the in-flight entertainment. Thank you.”

Half the passengers hardly noticed the turbulence, including the Lockwoods. They were strapped comfy cozy in their seats, selves and luggage en route to Dublin Airport. It was almost two hours past midnight, and four fifths of the passengers were asleep. Hailey had fallen—no pun intended—into this group shortly before midnight, as her sleep schedule was fixed and orderly. Sasha, who dozed whenever she wanted/needed to, sat among the remaining fifth. Hailey slumbered, eyeshades on, head lolled back in the middle seat. Sasha gazed out the window, seeing little more than darkness, but enchanted nonetheless. She was so excited, and her heart pounded full of love and joy. Frankly, she couldn’t understand how Hailey could sleep right now! Even if it was 2:00 in the morning!

The built-in screens went on through a medley of movies, but Sasha didn’t care about those. The movie she was watching danced through her mind, on endless loop, with new scenes added in at will. Anything could happen in this marvelous next week; anything! She remained just so thrilled to be married to the woman of her dreams. Hailey Elle Lockwood was hers.

Just think of it…I am Mrs. Hailey Lockwood! To love, honor, cherish…till nothing do us part. ‘Cause we’re gonna live forever.

Nose to the window, her nostrils and mouth clouded the cold thick glass with breath, let it clear and clouded it again. She loved everything about this moment. She loved the (currently) smooth, easy airplane ride, the ambience of a few faint ceiling lights as their sole illumination, the quiet sounds of fellow passengers whispering, snoring, typing, snacking. And she loved that they were on their way to a beautiful land she’d up till now only dreamt of. And besides spending their honeymoon exploring such a magically delicious realm, there was a very special reason Sasha’d suggested Ireland.

Before the advent of the internet, Sasha’d had an old-school, literal pen pal with whom she communicated via old-school letters. She dwelled right in Dublin. Her name, appropriately enough: Iris. Iris Corry. Their correspondence logically graduated when instant messaging surfaced. When Sasha told Iris she and Hailey were getting married and coming to Ireland for the honeymoon, Iris was jazzed they’d get to meet in person. What was more, Iris’ family owned property on which sat a nice medium-size cottage, where the Lockwoods could stay if they liked. Hailey felt it seemed a bit abrupt, for someone this girl had never met in person (to say nothing of someone else she’d never met at all). But Sasha pointed out that Europeans were notably hospitable, and loved having Americans visit them. And that this particular European knew her pretty well after all their letters.

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