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I went into to the toilet for a leak. To my surprise Jane was sitting on the seat with her knickers and jeans at her ankles, and her gorgeous white legs on show. I could see right up the length of her fleshy thighs to the round of her luscious bum cheek. However my view between her legs was obscured as she was leaning forward with her arms crossed over her lap.

I eventually looked at her face. She was looking straight at me. She was so embarrassed (even in her tipsy state) that she was the same bright red as her cropped jumper, which was tautly covering her wonderfully sizeable breasts. These were slightly swinging from side to side due to her leaning forward and her unsteady breathing. Her glare expected me to turn around and leave. I turned around but instead of leaving I closed and locked the door.

I the moved forward and knelt down immediately in front of her. She followed my every move as I placed my hands on her soft ivory knees. She started to shiver but otherwise did not move. I gently stroked her lovely long legs, from where her trousers and knickers lay, to just above her knees where her arms were folded tightly. After a while her shaking calmed down a little. I then put both hands on her knees to part her legs but she kept these tightly clamped together. So with one hand I stroked the side of her thigh going up and around the fleshy orb of her bum to her back. I ran my fingers along her spine very lightly from the small of her back to about half way up. This made her let out a deep sigh and lean back slightly, causing her legs to relax a little and her knees to part far enough for my right hand to shoot up between her thighs. Her knees immediately clamped shut again, but my hand was already up there.

She unfolded one arm and grabbed a hold of my left forearm trying to pull my hand out from between her legs, but I would not relent. She looked at me first with a furious glare, then pleadingly. I just recommenced stroking her back paying particular attention to her sensitive spine. At the same time with my left hand I stroked the inside of her thighs as far up as I could considering the restrictions being placed upon my hand by her grip on my arm and the pressure of her knees. I could just feel some pubic hairs on the tips of my fingers and tickled these as much as I could. Before long I realised my fingertips were touching her actual pubic mound, which I stroked, inching my fingers downwards, until I felt a slight bump indicating I had reached the hood that hid her clitoris.

She seemed to tense again. Jane casino şirketleri looked at me with a frightened pleading expression and was shaking her head. I ignored this and applied pressure on her hood with my middle finger. Suddenly she let out a little yelp. With the hand that was still in her lap she grabbed my hair, buried her face in my shoulder and springing her knees apart thrust her pelvis onto my fingers. She was still holding my forehand with her left hand, thus allowing me to go no further than her now protruding clitoris. So I just very gently played with her clitoris, teasing it from side to side and occasionally applying direct pressure on to it, as if trying to push it back in.

She was now breathing heavily into my shoulder. With her legs as wide apart as they would go Jane pushed my arm lower forcing my fingers to go along her sopping wet and gaping open cunt. Two of my fingers instinctively went straight into her wide-open hole. She shook my forearm, so I put a third finger in. She then started to grind her fanny onto my pistoning fingers. At the same time I teased her clitoris with my thumb and inserted my little finger into her puckered ass-hole.

Very soon she was vigorously riding my fingers, bouncing up and down on the toilet seat like a jockey riding in the Derby. As she eventually came she pulled my hair with one hand, dug her nails in my forearm with the other bit into my shoulder whilst violently shaking from head to toe.

She then slumped forward onto me, breathing deeply with sweat beads on her face and trembling slightly.

A few minutes later we had both calmed down. My dick was limp again in my jeans, as I now desperately had to piss. With my hand still between her legs I started to lift Jane up as I told her I needed to piss. Jane told me to hold on as she had an idea. I wondered what she was up to.

She kicked off her sandals and then her jeans and knickers. She then lifted off her top allowing those beautiful orbs of suckable flesh to bounce free. Each was capped with a red and very erect nipple. Oh how I just wanted to grab those breasts and chew on the nipples. But I waited to see what she was up to. She stood up and there in front of me stood a vision of ecstasy, the perfect woman, one I had wanked over many a time. Shiny glazed eyes and a cheeky grin on a gorgeous young face still flushed haloed by golden flowing shoulder length hair. Her well-toned upper torso with those more-than-a-handful succulent breasts and neat well conditioned stomach. Those elegantly long legs giving casino firmaları hint to the most squeezable round buttocks ever seen. And that delicately mousy coloured thatch of hair just above the most juiciest quim, which was still parted and swollen red and glinting with moisture.

She stepped in the bath and lay down. Then said that I could now have a piss but not in the toilet. Realisation of what she wanted suddenly hit me and my eyes lit up even more, if it were possible. I went over to the edge of the bath and began to undo my flies. She told me to take all my clothes off and get in. Which I did quick-flash. I stood between her knees holding my semi-soft penis and admiring this heavenly body spread out in front of me. “Fire away!” Jane smiled. At that I relaxed the tension of my bladder and let my piss shoot forth. She loved it as I sprayed all over her body – on her tits, on her face, on her tummy and then on her wide open cunt as it lay exposed due to her legs hanging over the edge. As my jet hit her clitoris she shook violently to another orgasm. She didn’t wait though, but sat up and grabbed my still gushing penis to guide the flow of the golden piss into her mouth. This she gulped down very noisily until every last drop had been squeezed out. She licked her lips and had the smug expression of a very satisfied person.

She then looked at my penis, which was now growing in her hand and placed it in her mouth. She then commenced sucking on it very noisily and vigourously, her head bobbing back and forth at break-neck speed. Very soon I was holding onto her shoulders to keep balance as my legs weakened due to the ecstatic feelings Jane’s mouth was giving me. And then I grabbed her head and rammed it four or five times viciously into my groin as I shot my load of hot sperm down her eager and very hungry throat. She sucked me dry then allowed me to sit back in the tub my legs feeling like jelly. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Jane then said it was her turn, and with that she stood up and bent her legs so that she was almost squatting. She had moved up astride my chest so that her hips were about a foot away from my face. I looked up into her invitingly gaping pussy, glistening with her love juice and still dripping wet with my piss. Then suddenly a golden shower of warm piss came shooting out of her groin and hit me on the nose. This then was aimed all over my face and hair until the golden fountain finally came to rest aiming at my open mouth. I gulped down as much as I could of that warm salty liquid. The stream seemed güvenilir casino to go on forever, but eventually ended with a few final squirts. Jane then lowered herself onto her knees so that her cunt was an inch away from my mouth. I grabbed hold of her soft but firm bum cheeks, and pulled her pussy onto my mouth. I lapped at her gaping pussy tasting the mixture of salty piss and the sweetest love honey. I nibbled and teased her clitoris, making her squeal and squirm, but I held her bum cheeks tight. I then put my tongue into her love hole as far as it would go, whilst at the same time rubbing her clit with my top lip and nose. By this time she was going mad. She was leaning on the wall and grinding into my face so much that I thought I might suffocate. She then came to a shuddering orgasm. Not once but twice in succession banging her cunt into my face, trying to swallow my tongue with her vagina.

She then let herself slide down my body until she was lying on top of me with my face buried in her ample cleavage. I then took a hold of one of those magnificent breasts and suckled and nibbled on the taut nipple whilst massaging the flesh. Very soon she was moaning again and sliding her groin up and down my stomach. I had a very painful and throbbing and hard-on by now. Jane slipped further down me and started sliding her slimy quim up and down the length of my rigid shaft. I could stand it no longer, so as she slid up my length to the end of my knob with one lunge of my hips I thrust the whole length of my shaft into her invitingly warm hole. Jane gave a squeal of surprise and delight then settled into a rhythm of bouncing up and down on my knob whilst I continued to maul and chew her pendulous tits.

After a while she very suddenly raised herself off my shaft altogether. I wondered what she was up to. She got hold of my willy, and then guided it to her arse-hole. Jane then sat back down, burying my whole tool up her warm and very tight bum. I then bounced her arse up and down on my prick with pelvic movements. She was going crazier and crazier, then started thrashing around wildly as she came. This also sent me over the top, and I shot my hot spunk right up Jane’s arse, almost biting her nipple off in the process. We then collapsed into each others arms exhausted.

After a brief rest Jane gave me a long, deep, tongue-entwining kiss. She then turned the shower on, drenching us both. After rinsing myself off I quickly dried myself and dressed. I fetched Jane a clean towel from my room before returning to the party downstairs. Soon after I was startled by a hand on my bum. I turned to see a refreshed and smug looking Jane. She looked over to where her husband (my best mate) was dancing in the lounge. Nobody had noticed us missing. We rejoined the throng.

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After the meal, Jordan said goodbye, checked his bike again cycled off home. He had a big grin on his face and a piece of paper in his back pocket.

On the paper were written some dates, which Meg had worked out were very safe dates to invite Jordan round for tea and ‘extras.’ This was his diary for lust-filled visits till the end of the semester. College girls no longer interested him. The maturity and good looks of Meg were what he desired; particularly as she was so accessible.

Every visit was filled with intense, active play that kept both Jordan and Meg interested and satiated.

But they were always over too soon, and each was well aware that Jordan was due to return to his family in Africa for the coming holidays.

Meg wanted to treat Jordan on their final Saturday afternoon together. She packed a picnic basket full of home made goodies and a bottle of wine.

With it in the car ready, she waited for his arrival, sat in the kitchen dressed in a fresh blue short summer dress that showed off her figure, and sandals. In her nervousness she flipped her sandals up and down on her foot.

Soon she saw the familiar figure of Jordan, standing in the doorway. He was dressed in shorts, open necked shirt and sandals.

“Meg, you look delicious, I want to eat you!” Jordan announced, and winked slow and sexy.

Meg blushed.

She stood, hugged him and pinched his ass.

“Put your bike in the shed, and get in the car. I have a surprise for you.”

Intrigued, Jordan did as he was asked and as they drove away Meg said;

“This is our last time together and I thought we’d do something different. It’s a lovely day, and I’ve packed a picnic basket. We’re off to the hills where it’s quiet.”

Every so often along the road, Jordan put a hand on Meg’s leg, and gently stroked it. Sometimes his hand reached under her dress, and she quickly scolded him.

“You’ll put me off my driving, you naughty boy!”

“But I can’t wait Meg,” Jordan replied as they came to a halt at red traffic lights.

You vixen! He thought.

“Mrs Peters! Shame on you!”

Jordan’s hand had reached under Megs dress and he realized something was missing.

“No panties! I’m shocked!” He laughed.

The lights turned green and they moved on.

“Wait, Mr Impatient!” Meg laughed.

Soon Meg turned off the main road, down a country lane and up into the hills, as Jordan grew more impatient.

“What am I to do with you?” she laughed, as they came to a stop.

As soon as she put the brake on, Jordan leaned over her and lifted the lever, and made her seat recline. He lifted her dress up and exposed her smooth pussy. It glistened with moisture. Meg brought her legs up, rested her feet on the dash, and Jordan got between her legs.

“Oh lovely pussy, I’m gonna miss you. Purr for me kitty.”

He brought his face up close and rubbed her lips with his nose, sniffing and drawing in the sweet musky smell of her nectar, as though he was memorizing her personal scent. Meg let out soft crooning sighs that really excited Jordan. He followed through with his tongue, licking along her pussy, tongue fucking her and lapping the sweet wetness up.

Meg’s hips pivoted and her soft sighs became loud cries. Her legs shook and her body arched as Jordan brought her to orgasm point, and he was covered in her juice.

“Aaaahhh!” She screamed.

“Scream baby scream!”

Jordan leaned over Meg and kissed her hard on the mouth. She sucked his tongue in and tasted her own aromatic juices. They lay there for five minutes until they’d both calmed down. Jordan stroked Meg’s hair and said;

“I’ll never forget this semester Meg, and I’ll always remember you.”

“We have had fun together haven’t we?” She replied.

There was no mention of love from either of them. They both knew it was only ever going to be a short lived helping of lust between them.

“Hey, let’s eat,” said Meg, in an attempt to be bright.

So they got out of the car and Meg put the seat back and picked up the picnic basket. Jordan found a suitable spot, to lay a blanket down; where they both sat and enjoyed the picnic together.

After a few minutes, Meg pulled a sheet of paper from her bag and said;

“Listen to this; I printed it off Len’s computer this morning. I happened upon it quite by accident.”

It was a very erotic story from an internet sex site, and as Meg read it out to Jordan, she slid down his zip, and pulled out his cock. She rubbed it up and down at an even, steady pace. Nibbling on his ear she softly breathed the sexy words to Jordan, Meg felt how his cock throbbed as it twitched and came to life in her hand.

Then Meg bent over and sucked him to the back of her throat, but gagged because of its enormity.

The picnic now forgotten, as they both became highly aroused, Jordan grabbed hold of Meg and rolled her on her back.

“Need to fuck you right here and now!”

He pushed her dress up as she locked her legs round him, and with an almighty groan shoved his huge casino şirketleri meaty dick in her sopping wet cunt.

“Yeeeeessssssss!”

Over and over he thrust, harder and faster. Resounding groans filled the air. Then he released his creamy cum with vigour as they both reached orgasm and held each other tightly, just before they collapsed, spent on the blanket.

“Mmmmm. What a great fuck!” Meg said as she closed her eyes.

“You bet your beautiful ass lady!” Jordan agreed.

They both drifted off to sleep. When they awoke they were snuggled up in each others arms.

Suddenly Meg jumped up, and as she gathered everything up said;

“Come on sleepyhead, let’s put this stuff back in the car and go for a walk.”

Jordan followed, and when everything was put away, they headed into the hills for a walk together, not realising that the sun had disappeared behind a dark cloud. Soon they came to a copse. They sat and rested under a tree.

Suddenly Meg looked up as she felt a raindrop on her head. As she stood she felt another splash on her face and trickle down her throat. It found a pathway between her breasts. A second trickled down. Followed by a third. This time it was accompanied by Jordan’s lips. All the way down her breasts as he licked the rain from them.

But the rain came down faster and it dripped from Meg’s drenched hair onto her already soaked dress that clung to her body and made her nipples more prominent. Jordan pushed her up against the tree, and sucked hard on her tits through the thin cotton of her dress.

Meg’s whole body shivered. She wasn’t sure whether it was from the rain which seeped through her dress and made her body cold, or from the excitement of the young stud in front of her and the thought of his cock shafting her tingling cunt once more.

Jordan lifted Meg’s knee over the crook of his arm, as he pulled down his shorts to expose his massive prick. He jammed it high up her hole as she dug her nails into his shoulders and yelled;

“Yessssss!”

Again and again he thrust into her. Their groans echoed round the trees as they fucked. But Jordan didn’t let up. Harder and harder, with primal forces in control of his body he humped Meg against the tree.

He lay her down amongst the soaking wet blades of grass and stripped her of her sodden dress. The grass had a scent that would remain in of Meg’s memory banks for a long time to come.

As the rain continued to beat down on their naked bodies they bumped, ground and groaned as they fucked. Sweat poured down their naked bodies intermingled with raindrops.

Yet Meg and Jordan felt no cold as their bodies shook with the excitement and their faces contorted with the electricity that coursed through them. Meg drenched his cock with her cum just as he held her up close to him and filled her cavern for the second time that day with thick creamy white spunk.

“Oh My God!” She yelled.

“Oh baby you are so good!” shouted Jordan.

Suddenly they realised they were lying naked in a rainstorm that showed no signs of stopping. They looked down at the grass stains on their bodies. As they dressed again Meg said;

“I think we’d better go and find shelter somewhere. Come on.”

Jordan took hold of her arm and they raced away from the trees back toward the car.

“Look over there,” he said as they were halfway back. “Looks like an old hut or something. We could shelter. Come on let’s go there.”

They ran down the hill and came to the hut which turned out to be some sort of unused shack. Meg tried the door, which thankfully opened when she turned the handle and pushed.

“Come on then, we need to shelter.” she said to Jordan.

They both went in, cautiously looking around. There were a few sparse items of crudely made wooden furniture, and an old wood burner was in the corner.

“Well somebody lived here once upon a time,” said Meg, “but I don’t think they do now, because there are cobwebs on the ceiling. We can rest here till the storm has passed.”

But Jordan wasn’t listening. He was just gazing intently at the way Megs dress clung to her wet body. It made every curve in her form so obvious to him. Better than any wet t-shirt competition! This was the real deal! Her next words were music to his ears.

“We need to get out of these wet clothes and put them somewhere to dry.”

Jordan got the burner going so there was a bit of heat. They found a couple of cloths to wipe themselves down, and stripped and draped their clothes to dry over the furniture. Then they lay down on the bed together.

Meg suggested that they should get some sleep while the clothes dried, so they covered themselves with an old patchwork blanket and shut their eyes.

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

With dawn the first sunrays of the morning filtered through the window and came to rest on the two sleeping bodies. Jordan was the first to stir. Longingly he gazed at Meg, with her hair strewn over her face in a tangled web and her breathing soft and regular. She murmured and he strained to listen casino firmaları but in her sleep she wasn’t talking clearly enough for him to understand.

He gently stroked the hair from over Meg’s cheek and kissed her. As he carefully peeled the blanket away trying not to wake her, he continued his kisses, unable to resist. Along her neck to the tip of her shoulder, he slowly continued, down the rise and fall of her breast to her puffy pink areola, which he licked.

Jordan trailed his affections around to the darker pink of her now protruding nipple, which he took between his lips and teased with his tongue. As Meg stirred and stretched, the blanket dropped from her to the floor as she rolled to be on her back. Her nakedness now obvious to Jordan seemed so warm and beautiful to him. Her softness was enticing, her open body so inviting. He kissed her lips and smiled as he pushed his fingers between her open legs and gently felt along her velvety pussy.

Meg opened her eyes and smiled at Jordan.

“Good morning to you.” He said. “It looks like the storm has passed.”

Meg smiled, as she put her arms around Jordan. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, then slid down her body and kissed the insides of her thighs. He administered tiny nibbles, that made her jump and squirm and sent thrills through his own body. He lifted her legs and held them high as his eyes searched around her body and memorized all the different shades of pink that made up her cunt from her outer labia to her clit hood.

As Jordan ran the tip of his tongue all along every inch of her cunt he smelled her sweet musky arousal. He tasted the juice that leaked out of Meg, as her legs started to shake and her back arched. Soft moans escaped Meg, which evolved into squeals of pleasure as Jordan continued.

“Oh baby,” moaned Jordan as he came up for air, “You really are something special!”

“And you’re one hell of a guy Jordan.” She replied.

Jordan resumed ministrations, and Meg wound her legs, wet with her own cum, around his head, almost rendering Jordan deaf, as he tongue fucked her relentlessly. Yet somehow, in the midst of her joy Meg felt a tinge of sadness as she knew Jordan would be off to Africa in a week or so, and she wasn’t sure if she would see him again. Africa seemed so far away, and she looked toward the window.

But as Meg looked she got a shock. At the window there was a cloaked figure that seemed to be looking in watching them. It frightened Meg and she sat up with a start! She grabbed the blanket and covered her body.

“What’s the matter baby, you look scared to death?” Jordan queried.

He sat on the bed with her and put his arm around her as she clung on to him and shivered with fright. They wrapped the blanket around their bodies and cuddled for a while.

“Ssomeone’s outside.” Meg stuttered. “They were watching us through the window.”

But when Jordan looked he couldn’t see anyone. He could see the fear in Meg’s eyes and said;

“I’ll check the clothes to see if they’re dry. We should get them on. I’m amazed we slept so long. Then I’ll try and get the burner going again, it’s a bit chilly in here.”

“Thanks Jordan, that would be a good idea, and we could perhaps collect the remains of the picnic from the car to have for breakfast before we return home.”

Luckily the clothes were dry, and they dressed quickly. Jordan hunted around for some more wood and got the burner going again which brought welcome heat into the room. Before they could do anything else they both heard the creaking sound of the doorknob as it turned, and they looked in the direction of the door.

In the doorway was the same cloaked figure that had appeared at the window. A shiver went down Meg’s spine. Meg and Jordan saw a petite woman standing there. She had pale skin and long wispy blonde hair, and was about 25 years old. She stepped inside and looked around with an air of trepidation, as though trying to familiarize with something. Finally she stepped forward and spoke with a quiet unassuming voice.

“This was my place, a few years ago. I’m Sylvia. Do you mind if I come in and get warm? It’s cold outside.”

“Come in Sylvia, sit down and get warm.” Meg said, as she looked her over.

Meg gave her car keys to Jordan and asked him to go and get the picnic basket from the car.

“I think I’ll be OK here with Sylvia. You know how women like to talk; I can get to know her as we get warm.”

So Jordan agreed and as he went out he glanced back to see the two ladies sitting deep in conversation, close to the burner in order to keep warm. He smiled as he closed the door.

But however hard she tried Sylvia could not get warm. Meg wrapped the blanket around her, but she still felt icy cold. Sylvia touched Meg’s arm and made a suggestion which surprised her. But after thinking for a minute or two Meg agreed.

“I’m so cold, and we seem to be getting on so well, do you think I could share your body warmth please.”

They got up on the bed and with the blanket covering them, they both lay back güvenilir casino and held each other close. Meg giggled.

“If only my husband could see me now!”

She smiled and held Sylvia against her mature curves, where she relaxed and laid her head on Meg’s ample breast. She was surprised and slightly shocked at the way Sylvia’s touch was producing tingling feelings around her. It was something totally new to her and though unexpected, not at all unpleasant.

They both closed their eyes and dozed for a short while. As she stirred, Meg felt Sylvia touch her, gently stroking her body, with feather light caresses barely touching. She watched with sleepy eyes as Sylvia licked the very tips of her fingers, and let them trace down her left cheek, along the side of her neck and let them graze her chest. As she watched the rise and fall of the breasts and she let them travel under the soft orbs.

As she brought her fingers up and touched her tongue again Sylvia realized Meg was awake and hadn’t moved, she smiled, leant over and kissed her very softly, very tenderly on her lips.

“Sshh,” she whispered, and put her finger to her lips. “Relax. Let me make you feel good.”

Meg nodded meekly. She was very unsure of what to say or expect. Here was a stranger who seemed to care about feelings. She realized it probably wasn’t the right thing for her to be doing, and mixed up thoughts of Len and Jordan floated across her mind, and she wondered what they would think. All the same she was she was extraordinarily aroused by Sylvia’s touch.

Sylvia gently rolled Meg onto her back and lifted her dress up and off over Meg’s head as she crooned softly, captivated by Meg’s naked beauty. She then continued her advancement with light touches and wetted finger tips all down Meg’s soft breasts. She encircled her well protruded nipples lightly and trailed them along her belly tickling her navel. These touches were closely followed by angel kisses as Sylvia parted Meg’s legs a little and straddled her body.

Meg’s nerve endings were set on edge with each tender touch, she exhaled soft sighs as her body squirmed and her head whipped from one side to the other at every contact.

Sylvia paused, and glanced up at Meg as she discarded her own clothing. Leaning forward she fastened her soft lips around Meg’s large tits and suckled her nipples as her tongue caroused and teased the puffy areolas. As Meg moaned louder Sylvia continued her assault on Meg’s body.

She gently reached a hand down, touched Meg’s hot, wet, tingling pussy, pressed her palm flat against it, and tickled her ass cheeks with her fingertips. Meg squealed as she writhed around on the bed. Shivers ran through her like an electrical dynamo, her pussy tingled with fervour and she dripped with juice that collected in Sylvia’s palm.

They both enjoyed the fruits of Meg’s excitement as Sylvia brought her wet hand up and they in turn licked the juice off it. Then as they shared a deep erotic kiss they tasted it from each other.

“You have a wonderful body Meg,” Sylvia remarked as she slid down again, and gently kissed it here and there, till she was lying between Meg’s legs. Sylvia distributed tiny nibbles all over the inside of Meg’s thighs and pushed her tongue through her slit into her core and tongue fucked till she screamed out and her juices flowed into Sylvia’s mouth.

“Aaaaahhhh!”

Meg screamed loud and clear. Her legs shook and her body twisted as her head whipped.

Then as she calmed a little, Meg opened her eyes; she turned her head and got a huge surprise.

“Sylvia!” she hissed as she tried to attract her attention.

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

Sylvia looked up to see what Meg was looking at. They both stared.

Jordan was a few steps from the bed, standing with his cock out pointed towards them. He was furiously rubbing it as he watched them having fun. Dewdrops of precum had appeared on the head, and the women watched as it dripped off.

“How long have you been there.” Questioned Meg?

“Long enough” He panted, as he continued to rub.

“You seem a bit worked up.” Sylvia said.

She looked up at him as he moaned, and worked on his dick.

“Let’s taste you.”

“Yeah let’s,” Meg agreed.

Both ladies got up and rested on their knees. They beckoned Jordan over.

Jordan almost swaggered over to them, filled with lustful anticipation as his cock twitched and jumped. The sight of two naked women as they reached out to pleasure him was almost too much for him to bear, and he groaned as they both leaned over and touched him.

Each grabbed hold of an ass cheek to hold as they let their tongues glide slowly along Jordan’s stiff rod, up and down till he was virtually wobbling. Jordan moaned louder and louder.

“Oh God!” he cried.

“Aaaaghhh!!!”

Before Jordan quite realized what was going on, the two women had pulled him onto the bed and were playing with his body like he had never been played with before. He closed his eyes and enjoyed with immensity the thrills that coursed through his body as they took control. Sylvia and Meg kissed him all over, and took turns sucking his cock using different speeds and rhythms. They let their tongues play with it, while they massaged and tickled his balls.

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Even though Halloween had passed, my girl friend wanted to drag me to a party in the city, at a private lesbian club she is a member at. Now don’t get me wrong, I love a party – and partying with a bunch of girls is right up my alley – but going attached to Reenie. We aren’t lovers as much as we are fuck buddies. We didn’t really hit it off in the friendship department, but physically we both decided that sex together was a hell of a lot better than masturbation.

For several reasons my interest in girls is kept pretty private. Partly work, partly family, here in my home town I tend to keep that side of me quiet. For that reason I was figuring my time here would be pretty dry, and then I met Reenie at work. Reen and I are complete opposites. She’s short, I am tall, she’s a physical fitness teacher, I am into computers, she’s gay and I am bi. In temperament we are opposites as well. I tend to be more daring and volatile; she’s quiet, but equally as determined as I am. She is also drop-dead gorgeous! Heart-shaped face and a beautifully proportioned athletic body, blondish hair. I am much taller, also athletic with slightly wider hips than bust. Together we look like Mutt and Jeff, but we fit together well, physically. Emotionally we didn’t hit it off at all. There is just something there. While she’s incredible in bed, it’s like nothing really touches her. I don’t know what it is, but like I said, fuck buddies, not lovers. For whatever reason — it works for us.

The week before Halloween Reenie mentions this party. She has this idea about going as a big game hunter with me as her captive cat. Yea, right! I am not going anywhere as her anything! She seems to accept that but still presses me to attend the party. I figure what the hell, I can always do with a good time and being in an anonymous crowd in the city would let me let my hair down a bit.

First bone of contention is Renee’s idea of a costume. Now I am not naive, but a cat’s tail doesn’t have an inflatable plug which goes you-know-where — no effin’ way. I mean I have a great cat suit and not only am I not cutting it for this thing, the idea of walking and dancing with this thing in me didn’t sound like fun. Reenie acted all hurt when I declined, but I made it up to her later that afternoon. I can’t believe she brought that thing to work to show me. Don’t get me wrong, I love all kinds of toys, and my rear is certainly not virginal, but you try dancing with something like that! I dare you! The second problem was her wanting me to wear a collar and leash. She talked me into the chain collar, but no leash. I wasn’t going as her captive or even her property. I was going to party and didn’t want anyone to think she had any rights on me.

Friday rolls around, I pack my costume, with my more typical tail, and after work, meet Reen at her place and we change and head into the city. She’s all done up in a great silk blouse, crossed bandoliers and a gun belt, Wellington boots and a screwy looking pith helmet. She looked great, except for the helmet. Mine was wilder. A black body-hugging cat suit with a v-neck to show what cleavage I have, an open-front vest striped in two shades of black, one slightly sparkly, laced high-heeled sandals, and a bendable tail done in a tight spiral, hair all blown out and a combination ears and partial face mask. I will admit looking damn hot. Oh, I may not have mentioned it, I am not exactly modest!

Reenie kept touching me all the way into the city. By the time we got there I was debating just finding a hotel room, but Reen wasn’t going to miss this party. She warned me that things could get pretty wild and that I shouldn’t be shocked. Reenie and I don’t know each other all that well, but I doubt anything that happens would be all that shocking. I’ve been in some wild clubs before including a party in a club in San Fran where the doors were closed and locked at 1AM and nobody left before noon the next day. Now that was a party!

We arrive a little later than planned, so we head right to the party instead of getting a hotel room. The club is close to the downtown area in part of the city I didn’t know. It looked like an old brownstone building, but apparently all the floors were part of the club. The windows were dark; I thought we were in the wrong place. Reen explained that the windows are doubled covered on the inside for both sound and light privacy. The buildings on each side are owned by the club and rented as apartments to members. This way there are never any problems about late parties and noise. The whole arrangement whistled up thoughts of some serious money. Who owns three brownstones in this city? The real estate prices are unreal!

We enter the main entrance and a tall Viking of a female welcomes us and addresses Reenie by name. Reen intros me and I am amazed at the strength of her grip and the dazzle of her smile. Her name is Ing (pronounced Inj) and she says she’s been looking forward to meeting me ever since Reenie told her about me. I am not used to looking eye to eye with most women, but Ing was exactly my height, even considering our heels. Reenie starts laughing and we both look at her, still clasping hands.

“You two look like the image casino şirketleri and the negative of a photograph,” she says.

Thinking about it, she was right. Ing is my height, blonde – almost white hair, dressed as a white cat, in a similar cut, but white cat suit with white high heeled sandals. We laugh and Ing pulls me close for a second. “Save me a dance later!” she whispers to me, her voice sending a chill of anticipation up my spine.

Reen tugs my arm to drags me deeper into the building towards the noise that is obviously a party. “I didn’t know Ing would be dressed as a cat, but I am glad she was, you two looked amazing together.” she says while laughing.

We enter another set of doors and into Wonderland. The rest of the first floor of the brownstone was wide open except for some structural columns. The room was brightly lit with lots of mirrors all around the room. It must have been almost 10,000 square feet. The center clears for dancing, small tables scattered around, two small bars and there was an all-girl band playing nice music perfect for dancing. My hips were already moving as I looked around the room at everything. Such a beautiful sight and no sign of any testosterone as far as the eye can see! OK, I know I am bi, but right now guys aren’t an interest. I have no problems with them, just no looking for another no-brainer with a penis attached. The ceiling was at least 12 feet, and the walls covered in all types of mirrors, there must have been over a hundred of them. The room was full but not crowded. Small groups of women gathered at various points, quite a few on the dance floor. No a collection of supermodels, but an interesting group of women.

There is one thing I have always loved about a lesbian bar, the lack of a meat market attitude I have seen all too often. I hate walking into a bar and seeing every male head turn. I really hate to see guys looking through or past their girlfriends/wives to checkout whoever just walked in. I used to chalk it up to just curiosity, I mean I like to see who walks into a room, but I never interrupt a conversation to do it. Well I wasn’t overwhelmingly aware of it until I walked into a girl bar in San Fran and damn few heads turned. It’s funny; at first I thought there was something wrong with me :-). As time went on I realized that in most bars it’s the guys who seem to keep their radar on all the time. In a girl club, you will get checked out eventually, but rarely as rudely as guys do it. I know, just whining, but it’s a pleasant change!

Reenie starts dragging me deeper into the room. Her target is a small group sitting at a table. I hear someone call her name as I shrug off her hand to make my own approach. There are three women sitting at a table for 6. One is a delightfully plump red-head, a slender blond with a very introspective look on her face, and another blond with a very nice face, but more athletic a figure. The red-head jumped up and rushed Reenie, giving her a bone-breaking hug. The red-head was heavy, but incredibly light on her feet. Reenie returned the hug and gestured to me to catch up.

The red-head turned her green eyes to me and I realized that I was looking at an older copy of Reenie. “Brooke, meet my sister Regina.” she said. She pronounced it with a long ‘I’, like vagina. Regina smiled 1000 watts at me and held out her hand. “The name’s Reggie. Renee is the only one who still calls me Regina.”

I smile and take her hand. “Hi, I’m Brooke.” She nods knowingly and it makes me wonder what kind of billing Reenie gave me. Reggie tugs me to a chair and quickly introduces me to the two blondes. Ann and Beth, but I am not sure which is which. A waitress appears and takes our drink order while I sit back and enjoy the atmosphere while Reen and Reggie get caught up. One of the blondes keeps peeking at me through her hair. I can’t figure out if she is Ann or Beth, but I am not worried about it yet.

The band strikes up one of my favorite songs and my hips start moving on their own. Reggie notices and asks me to dance. Who am I to turn a dance down and we head out to some slow music. She holds me, and starts leading. I pull her a little closer so we can chat. I ask her what lies Reenie has been telling and she chatters in my ear the whole song about things apparently Reenie has said. Let’s just say Reenie exaggerates. The dance was nice and Reggie kisses me almost chastely and leads me back to the table.

For a wild party, things were pretty tame, in fact, kind of dull. The music was wonderful, and the drinks were not typical house brands. There was finger food galore, including my weaknesses of shrimp and crab. For some reason I caught an air of anticipation, but I wasn’t catching any reason for it. I just decided to go with the flow and enjoy myself, letting things happen.

Two hours later and about 10 dances with different girls, I was starting to get a little antsy. I mean 10 different girls and they all hold me like I am their kid sister and offer simple kisses, or worse, kissy noises near my cheek. I was getting a little tired of it when Ing stalked into the room and closed the big double-doors from the entryway. I glanced at my watch and realized casino firmaları it was 10PM already. The band stopped in mid-note and we all watched as Ing made a big production about locking the door with a large brass key.

Applause broke out and the lights dimmed quickly. Hmmm maybe I had spoken too soon?

The lights lowered and 6 dancers came out from a side door. The music slowed as the six began a wonderfully erotic dance. It took my breath away as the girls danced a subtle but highly suggestive dance. Their hands wandering all over their bodies as they all but masturbated in front of us. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as they got closer to each table, leaving an article of clothing on each one. This was not a simple striptease, no – this was a work of sexual art that had me clenching my thighs together and holding the arms of my chair so I wouldn’t reach out and try and touch one of these angels.

One by one they moved around the room, weaving a spell around all of us. An incredibly limber blonde left some gossamer fabric on our table as she went around us, touching each of us lightly. Her fingers left a trail of fire on my neck as my breath was stolen completely away. All six dancers stopped in the center of the room simultaneously. Six beautiful nude women who had taken part of our souls with them stopped with their arms high in triumph. The music ended suddenly and the lights went completely out. After a long pause tremendous applause rang out from an appreciative audience.

While everyone was clapping I reached out and captured the cloth on the table. Bringing it to my face I could smell a light scent of perfume, sweat, and a touch of feminine arousal. The lights came back up and I had the blonde dancer’s panties as my prize. The evening was improving. Hot breath on my neck startled me. “You can return them for a private introduction with her, or keep them as a souvenir.” Ing whispered in my ear. Her hand touched my shoulder as her teeth grazed across the back of my neck, sending more chills down to the core of my being. I moaned into the panties still held to my face.

I turned my head quickly and Ing had Houdini’ed on me. When I turned back everyone was looking and starting to snicker at me. I thrust the panties down into my lap, but the damage was done. They started laughing. I think it was the obvious moan that got them. Trying to salvage as much dignity as I could, I looked back at the dance floor, but the dancers had disappeared now as well.

Refusing the look at my tablemates, who were still laughing, I spied a small sign and beat a quick retreat to the loo. Struggling out of the cat suit, I sit down to take a moment and collect myself. I just remembered why I hate this suit; it’s perfectly sheer with just enough material in strategic places to be able to wear it in public. The only problem is that ingress and egress is through the neck. Makes it tough, but the effect is well worth it. Rowing, weights, volleyball, bicycling, and treadmill work wonders for the body. I already warned you, modest I am not. Sitting there also made me realize that my house key, car key, ID, and money are tucked in two small pouches tucked in the leg cuff of the cat suit and the sandal ties hold them in place. In other words, no purse, so what in the hell am I going to do with the panties? They crunch up nice and small, but not that small! Even with the embarrassment, I had no plans to let go of my prize!

Pulling the cat suit back to my waist and stepping out of the stall to get more elbow room to fight my way back in. Lo and behold, guess who is standing at the mirror, Ing. Damn she moves silently. She is touching up her hair when I come out and I freeze. Ing looked at me hanging out there. OK, so my A and a smidgen cup size titties can’t really be called hanging, but dammit a cat suit looks like hell unless it’s pulled all the way up. Ing smiled, “Maneuvering room, right?”

“Hell yes!” I reply conspiringly. She moved behind me and started helping by tugging the fabric up. Unable to talk, I stand there like an idiot as she helps me back into my suit. Once I was all back in, She presses against my back and reaches around, cupping my breasts. Again, the hot breath stroked my ear, “Wait for me and you can help me back into mine.”

Just before she pulls away, I open my eyes. I hadn’t realized they had closed. I see an image I will never forget. Her skin was almost translucent, her makeup accentuating her paleness. Contrasting was my olive skin and darker makeup. Her white, lace covered hands holding my breasts, with my black covered hands on her wrists. Reenie was right, the perfect reverse image. We were absolutely striking together.

She broke away and entered the stall while I waited, brushing my hair. In my mind’s eye I could still see her behind me. My hand brushed against my own breast and I could feel the nipple as hard as a pebble. I heard her finish and turned as she came out. My mouth fell open; she was carrying her sandals and suit. She was naked and magnificent. From the tips of her white painted toenails to the perfect cut of her white/blonde hair, she was incredible! She realized how awestruck I was, so she turned slowly. güvenilir casino Well toned back and arms, narrow waist, nice hips and the world’s most perfect ass on top of long, well-shaped legs. Wow!

Clearing her throat, she held up her suit. Smiling, I take it from her while she was still turned away from me; I steal a page from her book and plant a kiss on the nape of her neck. I thrill at the shiver that goes through her. She turns and scoots up on the vanity, lifting one leg toward me. I can now see her every charm and see her totally hairless mons showing evident signs of sexual arousal. I realized how turned on I was by how wet I was becoming.

Without a word, I kneel at her feet and start slipping the legging on one foot. Taking the time to run my hands over her skin, before and after as I worked the suit slowly up her body. I was in heaven, exploring her, discovering her sensitive spots. Her feet were warm to the touch, sensitive, but not ticklish. Behind the knee caused her to clench her teeth and inhale. She was ticklish inside her thighs, and it seemed to take me forever to get the fabric to lay smooth on her thighs. She got off the vanity and faced the mirror, her suit still below her hips. From behind, I press a gentle kiss right at the base of her spine, which elicited a low growl from one of us; I am not sure who. Working the material over her hips and ass was pure bliss for me. Her skin was smooth and firm, my hands taking every liberty. Once I reached her waist, I reached around and smoothed the fit over her mound. She was as hot as I was, and probably as wet. The slightly thicker material prevented her moisture from showing, but the skin tight fit made her arousal apparent even in her reflection. In the mirror she was watching my black-clad hand rubbing her sex firmly. Every move of my hand caused her to shift her ass against me. I met her eyes as her hand covered mine stopping its motion.

“Our first orgasm”, she said breathlessly, “isn’t going to happen in the bathroom.” I pause at the implication as her strong hands pull mine off. I almost fight her, but the word “first” stilled my hand. I push myself away and we both stand there regaining our composure. The image in the mirror was priceless; she put her hands on the vanity for support, breathing like she had actually cum. Her face flushed with excitement and with the effort it took to stop. I was leaning against the edge of the stall, equally breathing hard. Our eyes shining as she stands up to pull up her suit. I step over to help and, with only one cupping of each breast, I worked the suit over them, I behaved myself.

We spent a few minutes calming down, fixing our hair. Ing picked up my prize panties and rolled them into a tiny cylinder. She tucked then between my breasts, with a little edge of material showing. Smiling she suggested we rejoin the party. The party was certainly not the same one I left. The band was swinging, the room was packed, and the dancing was furious. Before we entered the fray, I grabbed Ing’s arm and asked her what was up. She briefly explained, “A few times anti-gay zealots crashed the party and ruined things. We lock the door at 10PM to guests and the games begin.”

“So where did all these people come from?” I asked. “They came over from the upstairs and from the adjoining buildings. We own all three and have connecting doors upstairs.” she answered with pride. For a moment I was stunned at everything — the architecture, the planning, and most of all, the expense. I tried to grab Ing once more but she outdistanced me in the crowd. I wanted to ask her, “Who was we?” but I couldn’t catch her before she was lost in the crowd.

Entering the throng, I was struck by the rave-like atmosphere in the room. It felt like a jolt of adrenaline. The crowd was packed in, almost body to body, and almost everyone was dancing wildly. A cute little brunette grab my hands and dragged me deeper, I started feeling hands touching me from every direction. The little brunette put my hands on her hips and we started dancing. The hands were more . . . you know it’s hard to describe. The hands were soft touches and strokes, non-threatening and relaxing, but at the same time sensual and exciting. The brunette kissed me, teasing my lips with her tongue as someone else pressed their breasts against my back. She disappears right in front of me to be replaced by a taller brunette who also kissed me. I realized the whole crowd was dancing and kissing and touching. I wasn’t being singled out. I started getting with the program and kissing who ever appeared in front of me while letting my hands wander across the women around me. I have to tell you that kissing is a definite turn-on for me. I started catching some of the women and drawing them into a deeper, more sensual kisses. Tongues started tangling, and then the woman would fade out to be replaced by another, who felt and tasted different, but equally delightful. Every nerve ending was on fire when Reenie kissed me, somehow I knew it was her, how I have no idea. My eyes were closed as I went from women to woman. Reenie tasted familiar, so I opened my eyes and there she was. Her blouse was open to the waist, her ammo belts were gone, and her hat was hanging on a band down her back. She smiled at me. Almost screaming she asked, “You OK?” “Yea”, I yelled back as a red-head grabbed and kissed her and then Ing flashed like a bright light in front of me.

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Milly the maid found herself bent over the low parlour coffee table, hands bound behind her back by her own stripped leggings and her tush in the air.

“Now, Milly,” her young mistress, Hannah, chided. She paced a slow circle around the table, her lovely face haughty and annoyed. She wore her blond hair long and tied with red ribbon in a ponytail that bounced against her back as she walked. “You are paid to do but one thing in my parents’ home—keep things clean. Is that not right?”

“Yes, of course, my lady.”

“Then how do you explain this?” Hannah thrust a pair of panties against Milly’s nose. “This a pair if my underwear. A pair that I had intended to wear today. But look at this—they’re still stained! You were told to wash them, and yet they are clearly still filthy.”

“I’m so sorry, my lady. I tried my best!”

Milly implored Hannah with desperate, gray eyes. A wisp of dark hair had dislodged itself from the modest brass pins that held the rest in place; with her arms tied, she could do nothing to move the hair from its ticklish spot against her nose.

“I’m sure you did, but it wasn’t good enough. I now have to endure the humiliation of spending the entire day wearing nothing beneath my dress. If my parents were to find out I would be shamed! Thankfully, they are gone for the day, and I will therefore take this time to punish you.”

“Yes my lady, of course. I deserve it.”

“You do. But of course, if you are to tell my parents of this punishment I will deny it to the last, and you will likely be fired. So you will not tell, will you?”

“No, of course not. Never.”

“Alright then. Now, please refrain from crying. This is your punishment, so I don’t punish me with guilt.”

With that Hannah flipped up Milly’s frilled navy and white skirts and tugged down her plain white panties. Milly whimpered at the cold air caressing her exposed bottom. With no warning Hannah slapped Milly’s heiny hard with her open palm. Milly yelped. Hannah slapped again, then again. It hurt badly, yet Milly made no complaint, only little yelps. Hannah began hitting harder, and Milly’s white bottom quickly pinked. She began spanking the maid more rapidly, then quicker still, until her hand was a blur against the supple flesh. Milly yelped and moaned with every breath, until at last Hannah stopped.

“*pant pant* Well, now you’ve gone and gotten me all huffed and *pant* sweaty! I will need to change my clothes after this, and soil yet another dress with my lack of under things. Oh, you need to be punished indeed!”

On the coffee table was a small, ornate crystal bowl of walnuts. Hannah took the bowl and sat down on the floor behind Milly

“What are you going to do, my lady?”

“Quiet. I am going take these rather large walnuts and put them in your body. Can you guess where? Answer me.”

“My mouth?”

“No, don’t be silly! That would strangle you, and I wish you no real harm. Guess again.”

“My, um, womanhood?”

“‘Womanhood’! How quaint. Close, but no. You would get too much pleasure from that, and you are meant to be punished. Guess again—and if you do not get it right this time, I shall beat you.”

“My…my bottom?” Milly seemed astounded and afraid.

“Oh yes!”

Hannah knelt behind the maid and spread the taut cheeks of her derriere wide with her hands. Milly began to tremble at the touch. Hannah exposed Milly’s tiny, dark anus and fingered it a bit, causing Milly to shudder and sigh.

“Now please understand Milly, what I am about to do is not for your delight, though you may enjoy it. It is entirely necessary to save you from harm.”

Hannah bent in and began to lap at Milly’s small hole. The maid convulsed and whimpered at the touch. Hannah thoroughly licked along the outside, her own cheeks blushing with pleasure, before inserting her tongue all the way into Milly. Milly choked back a scream, and Hannah could feel the girl’s rectum clamp around her tongue. Yet Hannah could also feel Milly on her chin as the maid’s loins begin to moisten.

Hannah slid her tongue out and lapped vigorously again along the rim of Milly’s rear. She at last pulled away, her mouth and chin slick with her own saliva, but not before spitting between Milly’s spread cheeks. Hannah picked up the maid’s discarded panties and used them to wipe her face.

Finally Hannah took a walnut from the bowl and, after wetting it in her mouth, pushed this first nut into Milly’s primed and puckered hole. Milly moaned, whether in discomfort or enjoyment Hannah couldn’t tell. The young woman slid the next nut inside; it clacked against the first and pushed it further into the tight recesses of Milly’s anus, prompting a startled gasp.

“This one has a fairly vicious little ridge,” Hannah said, popping the slicked walnut from her mouth. She leaned over to wiggle the nut before Milly’s face and inspired a cringe from the maid. She worked the nut halfway into Milly’s hole, then slowly twisted it the rest of the way in. Milly shook with a rapid casino şirketleri barrage of pained gasps.

“Now, Milly,” Hannah said. “Though I’m sure you are able, I don’t want to see a single nut being expelled from its rightful place. Any that emerge from your ass without my consent will go directly into your mouth. Am I clear?”

“Yes, my lady! I’ll be obedient, I swear it!”

Hannah repeated the procedure with the walnuts until the entire bowl was empty and no less than ten nuts had been swallowed into Milly’s rectum.

“How is that? Those final two were a tight squeeze indeed! Still, I think I could fit a few more.”

Milly squirmed. “Ooh, I don’t like it, my lady…”

“No? Why?”

“It hurts! And makes me feel strange inside!”

“Yes, I know. And it is humiliating, is it not?”

“Oh yes, my lady! I feel utterly degraded!”

“Hmm… Then what is that dripping from your groin onto my parent’s marble floors?”

Milly didn’t answer, and Hannah could see her face burning bright red. She was thrilled by the domination, and yet her heart fluttered with sympathy and affection. She felt a moment of weakness, and in that moment decided to reveal herself before she lapsed into cruelty again.

“Milly, please don’t think me a monster because of my…tastes.” Hannah caressed her thigh and kissed Milly’s hip. “I like you, Milly, truly. I’ve liked you from the very first day you came to work for my parents. I watch you, and see your joy and passion in life, your kindness, your desire to please everyone regardless of your own comfort. Milly, I…oh dear…”

“…My lady?”

Hannah paused, and felt embarrassment at her confession. As quickly as it had allowed itself to be repressed, her desire to dominate returned, and she decided to indulge herself.

“I’ll tell you what; I’ll give you a chance to have our nutty little friends removed immediately, but under one condition. It is sort of a game, really. Will you play?”

“Oh yes, of course my lady! Anything to be free from this distress!”

“Good. Now, as your incompetence has ensured that there is no boundary between this terribly expensive dress that my father had imported from Austria and my–shall we say–secretions, it is your least duty to personally see to my cleanliness, yes?”

“Yes, of course, my lady.”

“Good. Then our game shall work like this; you will use that obedient little tongue of yours to render me pristine with all due vigor. You will have but a matter of a few minutes to do this, and if you are skilled enough to grant your lady satisfaction in this time then I shall release your rear of its discomfort. You realize what I mean by satisfaction, of course?”

“Yes, my lady. I have-“

Milly cut her confession short and scrunched her head against her shoulder in coy embarrassment, but Hannah sprang instantly on the implications of the maid’s reticence.

“You have what, Milly? Touched yourself?”

Milly nodded.

“Is such abuse a habit? Do you enjoy it?”

Nod, nod.

Hannah backhanded the back of Milly’s stooped head.

“You will answer my questions when they are asked!”

“Yes! I’m very sorry, my lady! Yes, I enjoy it, my lady!”

Hannah sneered at her while tracing circles with her fingernail around the dimple that divided Milly’s back from the crack of her backside.

“You enjoy what, precisely? Louder this time.” Hannah said.

“I enjoy touching myself, my lady!” Milly nearly shouted. “I touch myself nearly every day!”

“Oh ho! Well, you’re wanton little wretch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Then let’s see what lessons in satisfaction you have taught yourself. We should both hope that your busy fingers have shared knowledge of their stimulations with your mouth.”

Hannah gripped the bound maid by her shoulder and heaved her over so that she lay on her back on the table. She regarded Milly from the front for a moment, her eyes hooded and her lips curved by cruelty. Milly’s eyes were wide but her face bore a determined and dedicated air. She lay with her legs bent over the edge of the table, the toes of her bare feet curling into the carpet below. Hannah nudged her legs wide to better expose the maid’s nethers. The lips of her exquisite, young vagina were slightly parted by her position in an intoxicating tease of sopping pink.

“So lewd!” Hannah said, and gently smacked the inside of Milly’s thigh. “You truly have no shame, Milly, none at all.”

Hannah climbed atop the table herself and straddled Milly at the chest, sitting with her full weight on the young woman’s breasts. Milly hissed through her teeth and screwed her eyes closed. Her arms were still bound behind her, pinned now between her back the table. Hannah was certain that it was plenty painful without the extra torture of sitting on her. She laughed.

“Your pathetic little tits make for a meager chair indeed, Milly.”

“I’m sorry, my lady,” Milly groaned.

“No matter. I won’t punish you for casino firmaları such as that. Not today, and perhaps never if I’m impressed by your performance in our game.”

Hannah sat up a bit and–still straddling Milly’s body–scooted along until she was able to pin the maid’s head on either side between her knees. She took the hem of her own skirts into her hands and lifted the front. She indeed wore no underwear, and Mill found her nose only inches from Hannah’s naked, neatly trimmed sex.

“My lady?” she asked in a timid chirp. “Um, how are we to know when the time has elapsed? The parlor clock has not been wound today.”

Hannah flicked Milly’s forehead. “Oh, Milly! Pathetic, useless Milly. Who’s job is it to maintain this household’s timepieces?”

Milly gulped and murmured, “Mine, my lady.”

“Indeed! And so because you have once again failed in your responsibilities, it is you who will mark time for us. You shall sing to me while you service my perfect cunt. À la Claire Fontaine–you know it, certainly?”

“I do, my lady. I think.”

“You will sing it perfectly, and loudly, and with joy. When you have run out of verses, the game will be over and we shall see if you’ve earned your relief. That’s very kind, isn’t it? I should fill you with two score more walnuts for ignoring Mother’s clock. It’s an heirloom, you know.”

“I’m so sorry, my lady! You’re incredibly gracious to spare me such agony when I do so deserve it.”

“Yes. Now shut up and begin your song, unless you’ve grown fond of the gaggle in that crowded colon of yours.”

Hannah tossed her skirts over Milly’s head, leaving the maid to do her work out of sight in a dark, velvet tent.

From between her legs Hannah heard the loud, soprano lilt of, “À la claire fontaine,

M’en allant promener! J’ai trouvé l’eau si belle, Que je m’y suis baigné!”

The refrain was muffled and distorted as Hannah felt Milly’s mouth close over her vagina and offer several tentative, probing licks. Hannah’s eyes rolled nearly to the whites while she arched her head back and allowed herself a deep but silent sigh.

“Il y a l-longtemps…” Milly sang. “*shlurp* que je t’aime *squerch*…Jamais…*smack* je n-ne t’oublierai!”

Hannah laughed at Milly’s humiliating performance and gripped her own hair in ecstasy. Heat was mounting in her face and belly and sweat began to bead around her nose. Milly’s tongue and lips labored in earnest around the French melody, sliding about every secret, tingling fold of Hannah’s sex and occasionally making squishy, unsure penetrations into the quivering and eager vagina itself. It was wonderful, but the maid’s inexperience was obnoxiously apparent; though she sought her lady’s satisfaction with endearing determination–singing all the while–Milly’s technique was proving inadequate to secure the maid’s triumph in this game. And it was a game that Hannah very much wanted her to win.

She could coach her, Hannah supposed. At the very least she could command her to stop her sloppy wandering and focus on her clitoris, which would be the fastest way for them each to reach their goal. But no. That would be much too kind.

Instead Hannah found Milly’s bobbing head and grabbed her ears through the fabric of her dress. She repositioned her knees slightly to gain leverage and mashed Milly’s face into her groin. She then began to grind hard at Milly’s mouth, holding her head still while she ravaged her face with escalating force and aggression. Milly, ever diligent, did her best to continued to lap, prod, and suckle the raging cunt that now smothered her. And, to Hannah’s infinite delight, she never stopped singing, though the words were now quavering, erratic, and increasingly desperate through Milly’s breathless sputtering and swallows.

“Je v-vou…voudrais *cough* que lar…la rrrrrrose!” she sang, nearing the end of the song. “*grp* Fût encore! *grrrp* Au rosier! Et que…*cough* ma douce a-amie! Fût en…encore à *ack*…*ulp*…m’aimer…”

Hannah giggled with glee as she rode Milly’s face. She wished very much that it was a possible to have a sketch made of this moment; Milly, bound on a table, her lower half naked, violated, and shamelessly exposed, as the glorious Hannah d’Ivry straddles and abuses her. Such a portrait they made together!

As Milly began the final refrain, Hannah clapped her hand over her mouth and let a small yelp slip as a gasp between her fingers. Her body wanted to tremble, but she wouldn’t allow it. With one final, firm thrust at Milly’s face she released the maid’s head and lifted her skirts just as the music stopped. Milly drew a huge gasp of air.

She was truly a sight. Her entire face was smeared with Hannah’s nectars, her lashes clumped together with it and her lips slathered. Her hair, normally so neat and primped, was splayed in wild, sweaty spikes around her head. One thin lock was plastered flat to her forehead in matted mass of tiny black swirls. Her mouth was still open, sucking at air. As Hannah watched, güvenilir casino a bead of drool trickled from the corner of Milly’s mouth and rolled down her jaw; with her hands bound, there was nothing the maid could do about it.

“My my, just look at you, Milly!” Hannah said, settling down to again sit on Milly’s chest. “An utter disgrace! And your French is atrocious. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“No, my lady!” Milly said.

“No? NO? What, was my taste not to your liking?”

“No, it was, my lady! You tasted wonderful! I’m sorry, of course I enjoyed it!”

“That’s right.” Hannah slipped her hand beneath her skirt and grazed two fingers along her wet and sensitive sex. She held the glistening fingers towards Milly’s lips. When the maid didn’t respond, Hannah gave her a light smack on the cheek. The young woman protruded her tongue and Hannah ran her fingers over it. “Tell me, do I taste clean?”

“Yes, my lady. And delicious. Thank you.”

“Yes, I concede that you performed your cleaning duties thoroughly. But, oh Milly! Poor degraded Milly, you have failed the game. I must leave the objects inside you.”

Actually, Hannah had indeed managed to orgasm–a bit– from Milly’s ministrations, but the maid didn’t need to know that.

“Oh please, my lady! I’m sorry, I tried so very hard! Please have mercy! My bottom is in a terrible state!”

“I’m sorry Milly, but you’re going to have to wait.” Hannah dismounted Milly and again flipped her on her stomach. “But I am merciful, and I will distract you from the distress in your ass. True pain is a powerful distraction, you see.”

Milly sighed a small afraid sigh as Hannah stood and walked momentarily from the parlour. She soon returned with a long, thin wooden dowel, which she swished through the air as she walked. Milly cried out at the sound, realizing the rod’s painful potential on her skin before it ever touched her.

“Do you like it?” Hannah said. “I was going to find a switch on the grounds, but I stumbled upon this in the workshop first.”

Milly watched the swishing of the dowel in horror, but it was too late to protest. Without warning Hannah slapped the rod against the soft flesh of Milly’s thigh. Milly yelled, and screwed her eyes shut against the stinging pain. Hannah struck again, harder, across Milly’s stuffed butt. Milly kept herself under control, only moaning slightly against this strike. Hannah changed that with successive whacks of her rod, hitting harder and quicker against Milly’s sensitive rear. Milly cried out with each strike as the pain mounted, wriggling under the blows and curling her toes. It was just as tears were threatening to form in the maid’s eyes that Hannah stopped.

“There. That’s enough. You did very well. I can’t imagine how badly that must have hurt. Few things could be worse without causing actual harm, could they?”

“No my lady,” Milly replied with a wavering voice. “That was more intense pain than I have ever endured. I…am not hurt, am I? Bleeding?”

Hannah felt herself swell with sympathy and protective affection. She quickly kneeled and lovingly embraced the maid’s much abused bottom.

“No, no, no, sweet Milly. Of course not! There are welts, and you will be bruised, but you are not truly hurt. It may be a matter of days before you can comfortably sit again, but you are fine. I would never hurt you, you silly dolt! Not for any reason.”

Hannah squeezed Milly’s firm behind, and kissed several of its stinging welts.

“Thank you, my lady…”

Hannah buried her face into the soft warm flesh of one of the cheeks. “Listen Milly… I’d like for you to come to my room this evening, after all the others have retired. You do not have to, though. This is not an order. I only wish to talk, but I will understand if you do not come. If you do, though, I… I want you to come only because you want to. Because you feel something…more.” Hannah fussed with a small sapphire broach at her throat and fixed her eyes in the room’s corner. “Like I do.”

She stood, instantly seeming to reembody the cold, cruel confidence that so confused and excited Milly. Hannah picked up the soiled panties that had begun the whole affair. “In the meantime though, I wish for you to clean this mess. You may use these, as they are already filthy enough.”

“Forgive me, my lady, but what mess?”

Hannah walked around the table and once more tugged her skirts to her waist. She positioned herself above the still-bound Milly and bore an enormous, evil grin.

“This mess.”

With that Hannah peed on Milly’s head. It splashed through her hair and down her face, dripping off her chin and onto the tiled marble below. Milly sputtered as the liquid attempted entry into her mouth; Hannah giggled. At last she stopped and wriggled her skirts back into place after brushing the last few drops from between her legs. Milly’s head was completely soaked, and her face was red with shame.

“Now get to cleaning. I want this floor and table dry and spotless by the time my parents return home.”

“But, my lady, my hands…? And the, um, plug…?”

Hannah merely grinned and stuffed the panties into Milly’s mouth and patted her urine soaked cheek, then stood back to watch.

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Becoming a Slut Ch. 06

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So a week later I found myself driving home, strangely at piece with what I was. I was a slut. And not just any slut, I was Jakes slut.

I didn’t go home, but went directly to Jakes house. As soon as I climbed out of the car the door swung open and Jake was standing there glaring at me.

“Where the hell have you been!” He demanded, running down the stairs. “Do you have any idea how worried everyone has been?”

I put up my hand for him to stop, which he didn’t. Instead he pulled me into his arms, hugging me tight. I could hear him mumbling that I was alright, as if he had to hear it as well as see it.

“I needed time to think.” I said against his chest. He pulled back and instantly I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Don’t’ you EVER pull a stunt like that again! If you don’t want me around fine, but don’t ever runaway like that. You’re mom has issued a missing persons report for gods sake!”

You have to love mothers.

“I already talked to her. I called on my way here.”

“You haven’t been home yet?” I shook my head. I’d needed to come here first. Needed to figure out what my future was going to be like.

“I needed to see you.” He stepped back, watching me carefully. “I think we need to talk.”

“You didn’t want to talk.”

“I was in shock. I mean, finding out you’ve just fucked your brother and that it wasn’t the first time is a shock you know. Not to mention finding out your brother and dad made a cream pie sandwich out of you in front of 28 other people.”

“I can see that.”

This was the hard part. casino şirketleri And he wasn’t making it easy.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Which part?”

“That you wanted me to stay?”

His nose flared, his jaw crunched and the next thing I knew I was over his shoulder and he was running into the house. He stormed up the stairs, directly to his bedroom and threw me on the bed. Before I could move I was tied down, spread eagle. When I tried to protest a ball gag was shoved into my mouth.

Then he produced a knife and started cutting away my clothes. When I was completely naked he unzipped himself, and pulled out his hard cock.

With in seconds he was on top of me, plunging all of himself into me hard.

“You are never leaving me again.” He said between hard thrusts. “I own this cunt, its mine.” And he sat about proving it to me.

His sweater rubbed against my nipples as he moved fast over me. His zipper stabbed into my clit with each thrust. And my body knew it was home.

With in minutes I was cumming around him, begging him for more. Which of course he gave me. He pounded into me hard, claiming me all over again. I could feel him growing even more inside me as I milked his cock. Then he came deep in my womb, pushing himself as deep as he could before collapsing on me.

When he finally got his breath under control he leaned up his elbows and looked down at me.

“My slut.” He bit my collar bone as he slowly started to thrust again. I couldn’t believe he was still hard!

“From now on you are going to be casino firmaları chained to this bed until I knock you up. Then we are getting married.” My eyes grew big. This was not at all what I had been expecting you see. I thought he just wanted a convenient slut around, not a wife. “Don’t get me wrong, you’ll still be my slut. I’ll use you how ever I want to, when ever I want to. And I’ll share you with who ever I want to.”

I shook my head, wanting to add some conditions here.

“But I won’t be sharing you with your family ever again.” I looked into his eyes and saw that he meant that. “I never wanted to hurt you. Not like that. Your brother and I arranged this shortly after you came back from college. I took one look at you and knew I couldn’t wait another day.”

“But I had to make sure you could be what I needed you to be.” He smiled down at her, still moving over me. “And you were. You were so much more than I expected.”

He removed the ball gag and kissed me hard. As for me, I was on cloud nine.

“Oh Jake, I love you so much.” Then I kissed him with everything I had.

I heard him grunt, felt his arms tighten around me.

“I’ll do what ever you want me to, be what ever you want me to.”

“Just be with me.”

“Oh I am.”

Then he released me and fucked me the rest of the night.

After that he kept his word and fucked me until I was pregnant. No matter where he fucked me he always made sure to cum in my cunt. We didn’t wait for the pregnancy to get married though. Instead we got married that week and güvenilir casino then got down to the baby making business.

Others joined in of course, but they weren’t allowed near my cunt. In the last five years we’ve had three children, two boys and a little girl. Jake is such a sucker for them all.

Jake still fucks me silly, often sharing me with his colleagues, though none of them are allowed near his cunt. My breasts are now permanently enlarged thanks to our children and Jake loves taking charge of the breast pump. Trust me, he gives it a whole new meaning.

All in all I’m happy. I have a great man, get fucked at least three times a day and have a wonderful family. We have a gang bangs every 3-4 months now, at least not when I’m pregnant.

We’ve cut down the number of them. Jake tells me that I know them all but he won’t tell me who they are. Even if he did he alternates who he invites to fuck his slut, so it’s not the same men every time.

Every once in a while I’m in town and a man will look at me a certain way and I wonder if I’ve fucked him. Not that it really matters, I’ll fuck anyone for Jake.

And I finally made piece with my family so occasionally my dad and brother will join in (only with my permission of course). You should have seen Jakes face when I told him I wanted to try it again. You could tell he was completely turned on and arranged it for the next night.

My dad and brother didn’t say anything to me. And I have to admit I didn’t feel related to them when they were fucking me. Instead I am just a cum slut for them to use. Although dad did give me a spanking I’ll always remember.

Mom still doesn’t know what is going on. Or maybe she does. Moms have a way of knowing everything. Just as she knew that Jake was the only man that could make me happy.

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Cumming of Age

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(This story is fiction, a fantasy, a product of my imagination)

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“Damn it Maria, I’m a man now too! I’ve even got a man’s cock!” Before either of the girls could react, Kurt opened his trousers, his half erect manhood falling into his hand with a subtle slap.

Kurt, his twin sister Maria and their best friends Rolf and Heidi had all turned 18 and graduated from high school within weeks of each other. As this was Germany and the Fuehrer’s war was in progress, the boys had dutifully registered for the service.

“Mine’s bigger than Rolf’s, but everyone gave HIM a hero’s send off. I get orders to the university and all I get are a round of handshakes and ‘you’re going to be a great engineer someday son'”.

Kurt was furious. His best friend, Rolf had received his orders barely a month before, assigning him to the U-boat service. Naturally, Kurt had applied for the same, but his orders were sending him to the University.

Ignoring Kurt’s cock, hanging in the open, his sister’s best friend, Heidi, flung herself at him, hugging him furiously. “Don’t say things like that Kurt! Your’ so good at the sciences! The Father Land needs engineers and scientists. Rolf will need you to design a better submarine boat for him!”

Kurt was a good student. He’d gotten the highest marks of anyone in the school in the maths and sciences. What was really bothering Kurt was all the pussy Rolf had gotten. Maria had given her virginity to Rolf as a special gift, as had, so he’d found out, several other girls. Apparently he’d even gotten laid by a few of the attractive older women in town.

Heidi had been Kurt and Maria’s friend for years, practically growing up in their house. Naturally, Kurt would be the last to know, but almost everyone in town assumed that Kurt and Heidi would eventually be a couple, get married and settle down. Heidi knew all about it, the only reason she hadn’t given Rolf a hero’s send off was that she was saving her virginity for this moment, for Kurt.

What Kurt didn’t know was good for his sanity. Had he known, he wouldn’t have slept a wink. Maria and Heidi had discovered they also like girls as well as boys, and particularly liked each other, and had been making love to each other for quite some time. While they didn’t know that Kurt would be sent to the University instead into service, they knew that the boys would be getting their orders. They planned for it.

Everyone has their secret get-away place. This small clearing in the woods near the edge of town was theirs. It had been for years. When Kurt stormed out of the house, the girls knew he’d come here, and followed. Maria sat on a stump, watching Heidi hug Kurt furiously.

Maria’s casino şirketleri attention wandered, watching them was reminding her of that afternoon with Rolf last week. No one had the heart to tell Kurt that Heidi was there too. Or that this was almost an exact replay of a scene in this very clearing. Kurt had known Maria was going to give Rolf a special going away present and had graciously given them privacy.

Heidi had given him hugs and kisses and extracted his cock while Maria spread the blanket and removed her under things. When Maria joined the kissing and touching, Heidi slid to her knees and took Rolfs engorged manhood in her mouth. The kissing and sucking went on as Rolf and Maria undressed each other. When Maria’s dress fell to the ground, Heidi alternated between licking her sweet wet pussy, and Rolf’s hard cock.

Maria finally led Rolf to the blanket and laid herself out for him. Heidi slipped off her under things and perched on log as Rolf knelt and positioned himself over Maria. Heidi, dress raised almost over her head, shoved two fingers into herself as Rolf buried himself in Maria. The woods were filled with soft moaning and groaning as Heidi’s fingers drove in and out like pistons and out and Rolf drove himself into Maria hard and fast.

When Maria started to squeal in orgasm it set them all off. Heidi knew that sound well and Rolf could feel the hard grip of her vagina. Heidi dove off the stump as Rolf’s spraying cock popped out of Maria’s hot pussy. A trickle of cum in her pussy, cum sprayed all over her pussy and tummy. Not knowing where to start Heidi licked some cum off Maria’s soft pubic curls, then licked a drop off the tip of Rolf’s cock. Eventually they collapsed into a pile, licking and kissing and sucking till the chill of the setting sun told them it was time to head home for Rolf’s big send off feast.

Now, a week later, the clearing in the woods would be graced with passion again. It really wasn’t what the girls had planned for Kurt, but it was clear he needed this, and needed it now. Maria watched Heidi and Kurt kissing while she gathered her dress in her lap, her legs opening, letting the cool fall air touch her hot wet pussy. She’d turned into such a hussy, she had worn under things less and less since she and Heidi had begun exploring and none at all since she’d fucked Rolf. She sighed as her fingers penetrated the thicket of soft brown curls and into her swollen wet pussy.

Heidi and Kurt were sharing the deepest kiss either had ever experienced. Though it was a close second for Heidi, who had shared many passionate kisses with Maria. Kurt’s hands instinctively began to explore Heidi’s sides and hips. Heidi’s hand slid between casino firmaları their bodies and gripped his hard shaft.

While Kurt’s hands were fumbling with the fastenings of Heidi’s dress and Heidi’s hand teased his engorged cock, Maria sighed and quickly spread the blanket on the ground. Maria was naked and spread on the blanket by the time Kurt finally opened Heidi’s skirt, humping her hand all the while.

Heidi stepped back a bit and let the skirt fall to the grass. Guiding him by the cock, she led him to the blanket. When Kurt saw his sister naked on the blanket with a finger buried in her furry snatch he almost blew his first wad. Heidi sank to her knees and began kissing and licking Kurt’s cock all over. Maria shifted on the blanket and snaked her hand between Heidi’s legs, quickly finding the wet spot in the girl’s knickers. Heidi moaned as she slipped her lips over Kurt’s knob.

Kurt moaned, breathing heavily, a downward glance showed him the top of Heidi’s lovely head, and his naked sister working Heidi’s knickers off. Heidi’s lips never broke contact with Kurt’s cock while Maria removed first her knickers, then her blouse and shift. As Maria molded the front of her body to Heidi’s back, Heidi opened wide and engulfed Kurt into her throat. Our academic hero began fucking the lovely girls mouth, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.

Maria nibbled the other girl’s neck and ear lobe, her fingers found Heidi’s swollen wet clit and gave it a light pinch. The sensation put Heidi over the edge, her body convulsed and the cock buried in her mouth stifled the scream. In turn, Kurt felt that scream on the tip of his cock and he cut loose with a loud moan, his knees almost collapsing. Cum flooded Heidi’s mouth, gagging her, she struggled to swallow the endless streams. Maria pulled the choking girl back and took her place, cum smearing all over her face and flowing down onto her firm tits.

Maria wrapped her lips around her brothers spasming cock, drinking down his final streams of hot salty jizz. His knees finally gave out and he collapsed to his knees before the two girls. Maria promptly turned and attacked Heidi’s chest with her tongue. Licking the spilled cum from her chest and tits. Kurt sat dizzily, watching as the two girls began licking and caressing each other intensely.

Kurt hadn’t seen his sister naked in quite some time, the sight of her naked butt high in the air as she pinned Heidi down was a wet dream come true. He scooted closer and began exploring her firm shapely ass with his hands, kissing the rounded globes and the depression over her lower spine. One hand slid up between her parted legs, and for the first time in his life his hand encountered güvenilir casino a woman’s hot wet twat. He kept kissing as his inexperienced hand fumbled into her wet, furry folds. When his hand blindly mashed against her sensitive, distended love button Maria stiffened and bit Heidi’s nipple hard.

Kurt was hard and ready again, Maria felt what had to be her brothers cock seeking her sopping wet depths. Quickly she pushed away and turned with a smile.

“No brother dear, not now. Tonight when the party is over and everyone is sleeping I’ll come to you. But now, your hero’s fuck goes to Heidi. Share your virginity with her as she shares hers with you.”

Maria kissed her brother long and deep, then helped Heidi open her legs wide. Kurt was again guided by his cock and kisses as his sister led him to their best friends waiting virgin pussy. Maria guided Kurt’s cock head to the wet, ready opening and leaned down to kiss Heidi. As she locked her lips on Heidi’s she gave Kurt’s cock a tug, signaling him to thrust.

Kurt groaned as he pushed into the only girl he loved more than his sister. There was a slight resistance which suddenly gave way and he was all the way in, his balls resting her on her cute butt. Maria’s kiss had muffled the girls low sob. Instinct took over. He pulled back, then began thrusting rhythmically.

New sensations flooded through them both. They moaned and groaned. Their bodies squished and slapped together. Heidi’s pelvis angled up to meet his thrusts. He quickened the pace. She gasped and held his strong arms. He assaulted her willing vagina with piston-like action. Driving, fucking her deep and hard. Maria wound her way between them, kissing and teasing Heidi’s nipple then biting Kurt’s lower lip around his panting.

Kurt went town onto his elbows, changing his angle of entry. Grinding himself deep into Heidi’s hot depths, he ground as much on her sensitive clit as he did in her wet depths. Her body tensed and trembled, the muscles in her vagina fluttered. The orgasm tore through her, exiting her with a low cry. The fluttering muscles and low cry were too much for Kurt. Spots danced before his eyes, he went dizzy as he flooded Heidi’s freshly fucked twat with hot cum. He finally shot his last and collapsed onto Heidi’s soft, pert breasts.

Maria gently rolled her brother off her lover. She gently and quickly licked his cock clean, noting that there wasn’t any obvious blood thanks to the smoothed piece of broom handle she and Heidi had used on each other. With care she turned to Heidi and licked the girls wet pussy and soft curls clean, scooping some of the more accessible cum from her depths with her tongue and finger.

Heidi and Kurt slowly recovered. Town bells tolled the hour. Time had flown and they’d be expected at Kurt and Maria’s where their mother and friends had spent the day preparing a feast. Kurt would remember Maria’s promise and pray for the party to end early.

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Pam and Tanya: The Next Morning

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Sunshine streamed in the windows of Pam’s bedroom. Stirring slightly, the figure behind her snuggled closer and a hand slipped between her legs. Grinning sleepily, Pam felt faint, warm breath on her neck. Delicate fingers teased her neatly shaved strip of pubic hair. Pam’s eyes blinked open as the realization of what happened the night before came into focus in her mind. Her husband, John, had gone away on business, leaving her alone for the weekend. A series of innocent events the day before had culminated in a passionate night of lovemaking with their live-in maid, Tanya. Glancing at the bedside clock, she saw it was nearly 8:00AM. A flutter of guilt and excitement went through her belly. Would it be awkward when the girl woke up next to her, or would they simply pick up where they had left off? That question was answered a moment later when she felt Tanya’s finger gently circle around her clitoris. A warm kiss was planted on her neck, followed by a whispered, “Good morning.”

Reaching down to adjust the girl’s hand, Pam smiled over her shoulder. Tanya’s dark hair was messed in a sexy “morning after” way. With their fingers intertwined, the two women slipped into a rhythmic grind against each other. No words were exchanged as the skin-to-skin contact generated more than enough sexual energy to keep them warm. Rolling over to face her new lover, Pam took Tanya’s face in her hands. Tracing the young woman’s lips with her thumbs, she leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Pulling back the covers, Tanya gazed at the body of her employer. She wondered if her own body would look this marvelous when she was in her 40’s. Kissing her way down Pam’s body, she had never felt so sexual; so free.

Sitting up, Pam leaned back against the headboard and raised her knees. Looking down, she saw Tanya’s head settle between her legs, feeling the warm wet mouth explore her. Occasionally, Pam would reach down and run her fingers through her lover’s hair, giving the girl gentle encouragement.

Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang. Pam instinctively knew it was John. He often called in the morning before leaving for his business related matters when he was away. Tanya stopped and looked up from her place between Pam’s legs. The phone rang again. Reaching for the phone with trembling fingers, Pam answered.

“Hi, casino şirketleri honey. Did I wake you?” John asked.

“No, I was already up,” She answered, trying to sound natural.

“”I thought you might sleep in, since you have the day to yourself.” He said.

“No, I have some things to do today,” Pam replied. She let out a slight gasp as she felt a finger penetrate her. Looking down, Tanya had a sly smile on her face as she worked the finger in and out of her employer. A wave of desire washed over Pam as she talked to her husband on the phone while her lesbian lover teased and tickled her most sensitive spot. Several times, she held her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone to conceal her shallow breathing. Before the conversation was over, Tanya was lapping greedily at Pam’s vagina.

“Do you miss me?” John asked.

“Yes, I do. Have a good day and don’t worry about me. I have a busy day planned.” She said.

“I love you,” John whispered tenderly.

“I love you, too” Pam replied. The comment was directed to her husband on the phone, but her eyes were locked on the naked woman in her bed.

Hanging up the phone, Pam took a handful of Tanya’s hair and forced the girl to look at her.

“You are such a bad girl,” she said, with mock anger.

“Yes, I am” Tanya grinned.

Pulling the girl to her, Pam kissed her deeply.

“Naughty girls get a spanking, you know” Pam said in a low, sexy voice.

“Yummy” Tanya purred.

“Turn around and show me your pretty little ass” Pam commanded.

Tanya spun around on the bed and lifted her curvy behind.

“Spank me” Tanya whispered, “Slap my ass”

A naughty feeling came over Pam as she saw the girl bent over in front of her. Slapping lightly, she heard the girl moan.

“Come on, spank me harder” Tanya hissed.

Bringing her hand down on the firm dark flesh, Pam watched as the girl threw her head back in ecstasy.

“Yeah, give it to me rough” Tanya urged.

Pam licked her index finger and slid it into the girl as she slapped her ass again. Working the finger in and out, Tanya’s hips bounced against Pam’s hand. Slowly, Pam added more fingers until she was working 4 fingers deeper and deeper with each stroke. Succumbing to her kinky desires, Pam leaned casino firmaları forward and gave Tanya’s winking asshole a teasing lick. The girl squealed with delight and reached back with one hand to spread her cheeks farther apart. Pam’s tongue wiggled and tickled around the tight hole. Pulling away suddenly, Tanya scrambled away from her lover.

“I can’t come yet. This is too good” she said breathlessly. Leaving the bed, Tanya sat on the floor in front of the full-length mirror. Following her young lover, Pam crawled from the bed toward Tanya, like a cougar stalking her prey. The floor was still littered with lingerie that had been tossed aside from the night before. Hesitating for a moment, Pam spied a single black stocking, rumpled on the floor. Snatching it with her fingers, she crawled to Tanya and kissed her. Bringing the stocking into view, she placed it over Tanya’s eyes and knotted it behind her head as a makeshift blindfold. Standing before her, Pam guided the young woman’s head between her thighs. Reaching out with the tip of her tongue, Tanya searched for her treat. Short pubic hairs tickled her nose for a moment before she lapped at her employer. Bending slightly at the knees to give Tanya better access, Pam rolled her hips to the rhythm of her lover’s tongue. Within a few minutes, Pam began to ride the wave of an oncoming orgasm. Forcing herself into the girl’s face, she shook with ecstasy.

Pulling the stocking from her eyes, Tanya smiled broadly as Pam collapsed on the edge of the bed. Mimicking the way Pam had crawled toward her earlier, Tanya inched her way to the bed. One of Pam’s legs dangled over the edge. Creeping slowly, the girl planted gentle kisses on her lover’s calf. Glancing down, Pam watched as Tanya kissed her way down to her toes. As if on cue, Pam presented both feet to the girl. Tanya gently kissed and nibbled the slender sexy toes. Rising up, she stood with her legs apart and lifted a foot to her vagina. Rubbing the big toe against her clitoris, the young woman brought herself to orgasm as Pam watched intently.

With their urges briefly satisfied, the two women snuggled on the bed again.

“I could spend all day like this” Tanya purred.

“That sounds heavenly” Pam replied.

The rest of the morning was spent in Pam’s bed. Long stretches güvenilir casino of silence were interrupted from time to time by brief chats or kisses.

Finally, when their energy was replenished, the women rose. Pam reached for her robe, but Tanya stopped her.

“Please, no clothing” She urged.

Pam agreed and the pair walked downstairs completely nude.

In the kitchen, Pam took a seat at the counter as Tanya poured glasses of orange juice. Leaning seductively over the counter to give Pam a nice view of her cleavage, Tanya asked what they should do for the rest of the day.

“I’m sure we can occupy ourselves in one way or another,” Pam said.

Walking around behind her employer, Tanya nuzzled Pam’s neck. Reaching around, she cupped the older woman’s breasts and brushed the nipples with her thumbs.

Pam wondered to herself exactly how many times could she come in one day. When they were newlyweds, she and John had made love several times a day, but with Tanya, she could come every time the girl touched her. A hand slipped between her legs and immediately found her button. Nibbles on her neck pushed her closer to the edge. Pushing the girl’s hand away, she turned and faced Tanya.

“Lay down on the counter” Pam commanded. Climbing up, Tanya stretched and winked at Pam. Using the tip of one finger; Pam traced the girl’s curves. Tanya’s skin tingled as Pam touched her. Circling a nipple, the skin puckered slightly as the nipple grew erect. Tanya fought the urge to giggle as the finger dragged down her belly. The fingertip continued lower until it found the moist lips of her vagina. Gazing down at her young lover, Pam relished the reaction she was getting. The girl was truly feeling pleasure. The finger worked its way between the lips and increased speed. Before long, Tanya was moaning and working her hips in unison with Pam’s hand. Unable to resist, Pam parted the young woman’s legs and lowered her mouth. If anyone passed by the large French doors of the dining room, they would be astonished to see Pam’s head nestled between Tanya’s legs as the girl writhed on the countertop.

Silently, the tiny red light on the security camera blinked. Neither woman realized that their encounter in the kitchen was being saved on the DVR unit in the hallway closet. They also didn’t know that at that moment, hundreds of miles away, Pam’s husband, John, was logged into his laptop computer watching the entire scenario. Stroking his penis vigorously, he fantasized about his homecoming the next night.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Becky Gets Banged

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There have been times that I’ve thought I was having a bad day, only to look back and realize it was in fact one of the best. This is about one of those days.

I’d been fixing up the beach house for a year. Mostly weekend work with occasional longer blocks of time when I felt like a break from Manhattan. There was no rush to finish, it was a labor of love.

Towards the end of that first summer I met Becky for the first time. I’d seen her running on the beach on several occasions and we’d exchanged smiles when we’d passed each other but never words.

We eventually met at a local coffee shop. Filled with the summer crowd it was a grab whichever seat you could find kind of situation. She asked if she could take the vacant seat at my table. She set her coffee and croissant down as I nodded with a smile and a hand gesture. As soon as my mouth was empty we exchanged introductions.

She wasn’t local but her parents were during the summer months. She lived in Vermont. Just visiting for a week. The coincidence was that her folks lived three doors from me and had owned the place since before Becky was born. Her Dad was retired from the financial sector. They split their time between Florida and the Jersey shore.

I invited Becky to look around my place and she popped over later that morning. On that occasion I learned very little about her but I was certainly left with a favorable impression. She was pleasant, lovely smile with sparkling eyes and great teeth that appeared behind a pair of very shapely lips. Overall she was highly fuckable. Thirty or so I figured. Her longish brunette hair was clipped and bunched behind her head. Her tits sat high, great shape even though flattened by what must have been a sports bra, great ass, longish legs, all easily ascertained even in sneakers and sweats. Her ass cheeks were full and firm, floating in a solid kind of way as she moved. Uninterrupted by a panty line.

Beyond this I learned that she was an artist of sorts, she had a studio and a husband. The mention of the husband seemed something of an afterthought and I detected a slight shake of her head as if she was reminding herself not to talk about him. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Her work seemed more important than him but that was of little consequence at the time.

We left the visit with the exchange of cards and her promise to send me some pictures of her work along with a second promise that we’d see each other again when she next visited. She drove back to Vermont that afternoon. Our only physical contact was a hand shake.

Fast forward five months.

Driving South from Manhattan on a Friday evening can be brutal in summer. In the middle of January it should have been a much easier ride. The shore towns are largely deserted in the winter months. Many of them are winterized and shuttered completely. It makes for a peaceful time to work and relax if you can get by with your own company.

I’d intended to get out of the office early on the Friday in question. One thing led to another and it was 8 p.m. before I called the garage to bring the car up. The plan for the weekend was to refinish a couple of hardwood floors. The rain was lashing down as I left the city. The roads were flooded, there were accidents all over the place and as I crawled down the Parkway the weather only worsened.

At one point I needed to slam on the brakes to avoid rear-ending another vehicle. My briefcase caught the worst of it and its contents spilled on to the passenger side floor well. The polishing machine crashed firmly into the back of my seat but no harm was done.

Arriving at nearly 11pm, the rain falling more heavily than ever, the small streets were flooded, casino siteleri the wind was howling and the town was, for all practical purposes, in darkness.

I parked the car. I closed the driver’s door, opened the rear door, clicked the remote to lock all the doors and grabbed some bags from the back seat. Exactly how it happened I’m not sure but in figuring out which bags I could manage or would best leave for the next morning, I dropped the keys on the seat. As I kicked the car door closed I knew what I’d done.

Stranded in the street, getting soaked to the skin, I called myself a stupid dumb fuck and walked to the porch, getting wetter with every step. I set the bags down and took off my wet jacket, I hung it on the door that I couldn’t open.

Three doors down from me, the only house on the street with any sign of life was Becky’s parents place. A white Escalade was parked outside and there was a single lamp illuminated on the porch. Hope was in sight!

I walked back to the street and made my way briskly to their porch. There was no way to avoid the puddles, my clothes and shoes were soaked, as was I. My hair was matted to my head, the wind was freezing. If there was no one home I had the choice of breaking my car window or a house window.

I rang the doorbell and waited. I rang it again. A faint light appeared, I heard footsteps, a face appeared in the frosted glass of the door, a sleepy and somewhat timid female voice called “who is it?”

“Hi Becky, sorry to disturb you, it’s me, Ben, from three doors down, I’m locked out of my house, I’ve locked the damn keys in….” the front door opened, she smiled at me “the car.”

She smiled again, “Come in, come in, how are you, nice to see you again, oh my goodness, look at you, you’re dripping wet. Let me get some towels, get out of those wet things.”

Becky was very hospitable.

She wore a pink silk robe and huge fluffy slippers in the form of baby seals. She looked as if she’d been sleeping but perhaps not too deeply.

“I am so glad you’re here.” I spoke as she returned with towels.

“I shouldn’t be. I’m on the way up from Florida, I just couldn’t drive any further in this weather.”

“Well, you’re an angel.”

“I’m pleased to be of service. We must be the only two people in town tonight. I’m glad of some company.”

“Alone in town. What a brave woman you are. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

She laughed “not so brave and no, you didn’t wake me, I was watching a movie in bed.”

“Well Becky, of all the people that could have saved me, I’m delighted it’s you.”

“Me too, I’m thrilled to see you again.” She could have used the word ‘pleased’ or ‘happy’. It registered anyway. Maybe she was just enthusiastic about having some company in the storm.

In minutes I was wrapped in two towels and rubbing a third through my hair. My wet clothes were in a small pile by the front door.

“How about some hot chocolate?”

“That sounds good.”

She put the milk on and skipped off towards the stairs, returning soon after with a blue terri bathrobe.

“Here, put this on, it’s one of Dad’s.”

“Thank-you.” I handed her two towels as she handed the robe to me. I put it on and dropped the third towel. She bent to pick it up, scooped it into her arms and piled the three of them on the kitchen table. If she’d stayed exactly where she’d bent to for the towel, it would have been a very simple move for Becky to suck my cock, she didn’t though.

She fixed the drinks as we chatted about the storm, the roads, Florida and my weekend plans.

Setting my mug down she held her own between her hands as she leaned forward on a kitchen stool, facing me slot oyna as we conversed. Her robe fell forward as she blew the steam across the brim of her mug. I noticed the top surface of what appeared to be a pair of deliciously smooth skinned breasts.

Her scream pierced the air as the lights went out. “Oh my God, what the fuck…..”

I laughed, she laughed.

“That’s all we need Ben.”

“Hmm, maybe it is, here let me take your drink.” I slowly reached forward, found her wrists and gently lifted her mug away from her and set it on the table.

“Let me get the candles, Mom keeps a drawer full of them.”

I’d found that power outages were a common problem. One of my first investments for the shore house was a back-up generator and I figured Becky’s Dad probably had one too. I wasn’t about to go looking for it.

Becky lit and arranged some candles and the mood became perfectly romantic. I’m sure the seduction had begun but I couldn’t be sure who was leading the way.

Becky’s cleavage became more apparent as we chatted, as did her thighs. She laughed easily and leaned back as she did. Leaning forward to touch my arm or hand, occasionally a shoulder. Crossing and uncrossing her legs had her silk robe flopping from side to side, flashing uncovered thighs momentarily only for her to flip her robe back. After a while she didn’t bother. Nor did I. The flirtation of the mating dance was well underway.

I already knew she was gorgeous but being with her in these circumstances seemed to make me know her better than any other circumstances could have done. This was a fine example of how bad days can become good ones.

The conversation moved from the friendly comfort of current events to a deeper more personal touching on our individual lives. Mine about the business, the house, life in Manhattan, friends I know. Her’s about her work, her husband briefly but enough to let me know that she hadn’t had sex for three months.

She touched on the things she likes to do including skiing, volunteer work and commonly, our love of the ocean and places we’d both visited.

“What will you do about your keys?” She finally asked.

“I’ll call somebody tomorrow if you could put me up for the night?”

She looked at me long and hard. Her gaze seemed serious for a while. Then it softened as she leaned forward. Her hands resting on my thighs, her face still moving forwards. Her cheek came to mine and her lips touched my ear as she whispered “I’d love to put you up for the night.”

It was my turn to whisper as my arms came around her “that would make you the perfect hostess.”

“I aim to please” she whispered “but Ben, it’s been a long time for me.”

“Yes, you mentioned three months.”

“Yes, three months since I had sex, three years since good sex.”

“I see, perhaps we’ll be able to fix that.”

“I think so too. I need some sex.”

“That’s it? Just sex?” There was a smile in my voice.

Our hands roamed all over one another, her tits pressed against me and my cock grew as the conversation flowed.

“Not just sex, I need you to really, really, fuck me.”

“Me or anybody?”

“You, especially you.”

“Good, I like it when you make it personal.”

“Well, there’s nobody else in town.” There was a faint chuckle in her voice she surely perceived my return smile.

My face grazed hers slowly and gently as our lips searched for one another’s. The kiss was incredibly soft at first, delicate exploration and then deeper and more hungry.

She sighed and stood as our kiss broke. I picked up a candle. Becky took my hand and led me upstairs.

I set the candle down on the night stand. Becky canlı casino siteleri kicked off her slippers, dropped her robe and came to me.

The image is still fresh. The curves the hips, the breasts. Perfect flesh on a perfect frame. A sensuous silhouette. Her hands came to the lapels of her father’s robe. They slipped inside and pressed against my chest before sliding it off my shoulders. It fell to the floor easily as the loosely knotted chord undid itself.

My cock stiffened as we began a vertical exploration. By the time she was tight to me, I was upright and hard between us.

From kissing to flesh finding fingering I hardened more and twitched as her sex heated and dampened.

We paused to breathe, she shook the hair from her face and she blew at loose strands through pursed lips.

She leaned into my chest and pulled on my hips as she teased my left nipple with her tongue and teeth. Her hand came from my hip, grazed my cock and cupped my balls. I walked forwards, pushing her towards the bed. She leaned back as I held her hand. She scooted backwards as I clambered alongside her and rolled us together.

She grappled and wrestled with me until I let her intentions be revealed. She flattened me to the bed and swooped to suck on my cock. I let her take her fill for a few minutes and she did so enthusiastically. Taking more and more of me into her mouth as her sucking filled it with saliva.

I tapped Becky’s shoulder and had her maneuver her sex to my face. We settled into a comfortably slow sixty-nine. Becky’s hairless cunt was swelling and dripping as her body responded beautifully to oral ministry.

I teased and sucked on her clit with fingers spread and clutching to the gorgeous flesh of her ass as she took my cock to her throat. I probed and circled inside her as she settled into suckling softly on my cock-head and permitted her pussy to focus on my face.

“Fuck me Ben.” She sounded almost desperate.

“Are you begging for it yet?”

“Yesss, I’m begging you Ben.”

“Is Becky begging to be banged?”

“Yes.” She slipped off my cock giving me a clear sense that she was through with conversation. She moved towards the foot of the bed. She gripped the bed rail as I moved to kneel behind her.

My cock slipped inside her wet warm and welcoming sheath very gently and Becky steadied herself to greet it’s arrival with a squealing release of increasing pleasure. Her legs opened wider as my knees settled between hers and I took hold of her hips. I slid fully home and paused.

We felt our way through a slow easy walk, a faster canter and on to a pounding gallop. Each time Becky pushed back against me the signs were clear that she wanted her fuck to be harder and deeper. As I drove her forward the volume of her screams increased. She took herself to the edge of my cock, prolonging her own pause on the precipice of pleasure. Coming back to me in waves until finally I knew she was there to stay and her orgasm was there to be had.

The last blurs were a hammering, squelching, festival of frenzied fucking. My pubic bone crashed against her ass and my balls slapped harder against her clit with each thrust we made in each others’ direction. Becky’s screams raised the roof and this was all it took to induce my cock to begin its cum splattering saturation of her sex.

I moved my hands from Becky’s hips. They joined hers on the bed rail and I leaned over her. Something tender like a kiss felt appropriate and in spite of the cramp that was gripping my right hamstring, a kiss was managed.

“Becky, I’ve got a cramp in my leg.”

“Hmmmm.” A long sigh escaped her lips as we rolled sideways into a spoon formation. “I’ll be sure to remind you to stretch next time.”

The keys weren’t locked in the car after all. They had hung up on one of the bags that I’d left on the porch. The good news was that I found them before any glass was broken.

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Note to the reader: The daughter in this story, Rachel, is 18 years old.

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I think that every woman eventually reaches a point in her life where she realizes that the dependable and motivated man is much more desirable than the good-looking, vacuous, douche bag. Unfortunately for me during high school, I was the nerdy and reclusive type. Still very athletic—I could run a 4:30 mile and bench press more than my own weight—but getting a girl my age to notice me was impossible. They were too busy letting themselves be chased and fucked by those great looking douche bags that would never amount to anything. I told myself that high school just wasn’t my time, and that I’d have to wait until girls—no women—found me attractive for what I was. Fortunately for me, an older woman found me in my teenage years and I’ve been lusting after them ever since, but that is another story altogether. At any rate, as I graduated from college and then grad school shortly thereafter, my career took off and women started to take notice of me—at client sites, conferences, even out with friends—and that’s how I met Lauren.

We were both in Las Vegas; she was with a bachelorette party and I was with some old college friends living it up. I saw her from across the craps table we had joined (because inevitably a group of males in Las Vegas will seek out a bachelorette party). At only 5 feet 2 inches with 34D-25-35 measurements, any man would be staring. But it was also her deep, Latin brown eyes that could almost smile at you themselves that drew me in. It was her turn to throw the dice, and I quickly saw my chance. I put down several hundred dollars after her first roll (much more than a 25 year old paying back grad school loans should put down) in hopes that luck was on my side. After 44 consecutive rolls (indeed a hot streak), I was up several thousand dollars—and the noise from the table and those around us was incredible. After her last roll, a seven and out, the cheers died down but my friends understood my motive had nothing to do with money. I pocketed my winnings and walked over to her with a 500 dollar chip in my hand and said “I believe you’ve earned this.” She smiled shyly at me—which I found almost unbelievable as most insanely beautiful women are anything but shy—and told me she couldn’t accept it. After a bit of bantering back and forth I said ‘May I at least buy you a drink?’

And that’s when we found a quiet place at the hotel bar, just the two of us, and talked for hours. I discovered the reason for her shyness—she had been hurt too many times by men and always found that she ended up with the wrong one. Little did she know that at 33 and completely drop dead gorgeous, she was exactly my type and that I was exactly the type she was looking for—the stable and ambitious man who would finally take care of her as a partner—an equal. After several more drinks and sharing things about one another, she told me, in detail, about one of her high school relationships that ended badly—this one more notable than the others in that she became pregnant and soon thereafter a single mother. She looked at me to see my reaction, stating ‘this is usually the part where you run away while you still can.’ I smiled, and let my eyes drift over her gorgeous body—her long black hair flowing down to her neck, her luscious round 34D tits almost pouring out of a dress a size too small (she must have obviously borrowed from a friend). ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ I replied.

All trips to Las Vegas do come to an end and it turned out that Lauren lived in Miami. Not ideal as I was in New York at the time, but I did ask for her number and we talked several times over the phone and finally I worked up the courage to lie to her and say ‘I’m actually going to be in Miami for work—we should get together.’ She hesitated, but as I pressed her as to why not, knowing she wanted to see me, she explained that her teenage daughter never approved of men she dated and that she was certain that her daughter would an interpret a guy that she met in Vegas as the same caliber. ‘Why don’t you let me worry about that?’ I said confidently.

By Friday of that same week I was I checked into a hotel not far from Miami Beach. As I was getting ready for my first date with Lauren, she called and asked me to meet her at the restaurant. I quickly realized that she hadn’t told her daughter, but I decided that when the time was right, Lauren would be the one make the introduction. We ate, drank, laughed, and talked through the night and didn’t even notice it was getting closer to 1am. Lauren, with her eyes wide, exclaimed that she must get going. I knew exactly why—past curfew, as far as being a responsible adult and role model to a teenage daughter who was left at home awaiting Lauren’s arrival by midnight. We jumped in a cab and instead of dropping me at my hotel, I insisted that I would see her home. After all, I wasn’t going to miss out on a first kiss. We pulled up to her house and I told the cab driver to wait. I walked Lauren up her side walk, thanked her for the wonderful evening, wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and planted an ever so soft kiss on her lips—feeling casino şirketleri them gently part and her body slowly melt. I pulled away, perfect gentlemen that I was, and said goodnight. As I turned to head back to the cab, I couldn’t help notice the one upstairs bedroom light on and blinds quickly closing as I looked up. This sneaking around Lauren’s daughter wasn’t a good start….

The next morning I called to see if Lauren wanted to get together, maybe go to the beach. I was dying to see her little body in a bikini; and there was no better place than Miami. Again, sounding hesitant on the phone and dropping her voice—’Rachel knows about last night. She doesn’t know much about you, but she is upset—worried that I’m getting myself into yet another mess with some guy I just met in Las Vegas.’ I told her I was coming over, and after her initial protest I assured her that I wanted a relationship with her—and that the only way that could happen was by at least introducing myself to her daughter and hopefully striking up a friendship with her. I hung up the phone, intent on winning over Lauren’s daughter, but having no clue how to do so.

Arriving at her front door, I took a deep breath, and knocked. Any nervousness I had melted away as Lauren answered the door already attired for the beach—a light, low cut, button down shirt squeezed her amazing tits together with absolutely no bikini to be seen. My mind raced with thoughts of what could be underneath, by my eyes roamed over her luscious globes noticing the subtle blue veins towards the surface of her skin. In an instant I pictured the throbbing veins on my cock as I pressed it between her tits. I quickly remarked how gorgeous she looked—a playful glance from her letting me it was okay to look as she took my hand and led me into her house. Walking behind her I could not help but notice the short, flimsy skirt that she had on that I swear would upend itself at the slightest breeze. Once again I found myself wondering what must lie beneath.

She walked me into the kitchen, a young teenage girl eyes intently buried in a copy of Candide by Voltaire pretended not to acknowledge my existence or her mother’s—much to Lauren’s chagrin. ‘Rachel put the book down and say hello to Thomas.’ She looked up, at me, and but for her Latin brown eyes—the exact same color as her mother’s, I don’t think I would have recognized both Lauren and Rachel walking down the street as mother and daughter. At a lanky 5’7 and with a much paler complexion than her mother’s olive skin tone she almost looked liked Lauren’s distant cousin. ‘So you’re the next guy I see.’ She said after surveying me for all of 5 seconds and resuming her book. ‘It would appear so—everything is as it should be.’ I said with a wry smile, knowing the book she had in her hand quite well. At this, she finally looked up at me and I knew then and there how to win Rachel’s approval. At a young age, she saw her mother struggle and continue to date the ignorant douche bags and she vowed to live differently—to use her mind. Granted, she was beautiful enough to be popular amongst all her high school class on her looks alone, but she knew that wouldn’t be enough for her. She wanted more for herself, and more for her mother. In short, she was a nerd with ambition, and so was I in high school. After a 5 minute conversation on other Enlightenment thinkers I asked if I could borrow a book from her, explaining that I would need something to read on the beach. She said I was welcome to anything I wanted and as I was perusing through the stack in front of her I asked, much to the surprise of her mother, if she might like to join us at the beach. Lauren was even more surprised when Rachel nonchalantly replied ‘sure, I guess I could use some sun while I read. Let me go upstairs and grab my things.’

As Rachel left the room, her mother threw her arms around my neck, bringing my lips to hers and kissing me passionately for the first time—a deep kiss that lasted as my hands trailed down her back, gently squeezing her round Latin bottom through her skirt and underlying bikini, my cock starting to bulge in my trunks, pressed between us. She pulled away with a devilish grin—but I had to let her know that I was more than an intelligent and stable guy that could build a rapport with her teenage daughter. I had to let her know that I wanted her. She went into the kitchen and packed a few things in the cooler as her daughter came down the steps in beachwear of her own. It was like a Sari—not covering her entire body—indeed her long and slender legs were very much exposed, but I had no idea what kind of body she had underneath. I shook the though from my mind and soon we found ourselves at the beach.

It was sheer agony setting up an umbrella, laying out the beach towels over the white sands—I kept longing to see the bikini Lauren had on underneath her flimsy button down and skirt. What is more, I think she knew what sort of agony she was putting me through by taking her time. I whipped my shirt off, revealing, might I add, a very toned physique complete with flat stomach—not an 8 back, but at least 4. But my eyes were ever on Lauren casino firmaları as she slowly undid each button… Eternity ensued until at last she slid the light button down jacket down her arms falling softly onto the sand. Only two small triangles of solid black, connected to one another and around her neck and back with flimsy white strings remained. Her heaving 34Ds were perky and needed no support from the bikini—and it even looked as if they would not be contained within the tiny material and my thoughts immediately went back to how stunning she looked in that dress in Vegas—maybe it was one size to small, but I was beginning to think it wasn’t borrowed from a friend at all, but intentional. She didn’t stop there, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and slid it down her legs, kicking it off. Every man within site was staring and I will readily admit I was, but I quickly remembered my surroundings, and that her teenage daughter sitting on the blanket opposite me. I quickly glanced over at Rachel and noticed that she too was looking at her mother, but her focus then zoomed in on me for a few seconds—trying to see my reaction. I tried looking out at the beach, pretending not to be at all interested in her mother’s gorgeous 34D-25-35 body and praying to god that my trunks wouldn’t start bulging right then and there. Lauren sat down, laying back on her elbows and soaking up the sun like the goddess she was.

Then she turned to me and said ‘Oh! I forgot to put sunscreen on before we left the house, would you mind Thomas?’ Rachel quickly interjected ‘I brought some Mom, you should really wear a higher SPF.’ And she promptly sand down behind her mother, rubbing it into her skin.

I thought to myself ‘So she wants to be friends, but can’t stand the thought of me touching her mother? This won’t do…’

Lauren closed her eyes as Rachel finished her neck, back, shoulders, and then handed the bottle to her mother who gave me that same devilish grin as she poured some down her tits, letting it cascade between them down onto her tummy. Then her hands start to rub her breasts, squeezing them together, and rubbing them several seconds after the lotion was completely applied. I couldn’t help but think to myself what a naughty fuck she was going to be if she was willing to tease me like that in front of her own daughter. I genuinely thought that my bonding with her daughter put her into sexual overdrive. Again, trying not to keep my eyes glued too much to her mother, I looked at Rachel, sitting directly behind her, watching her mother’s every move; her eyes behind sunglasses but with what seemed a look of disapproval. She quickly stood up, removing her sari wrap asking for Lauren to rub some on her. I was immediately struck by the similarities between mother and daughter now—past the Latin brown eyes I had thought them not even remotely related—a 5’7 blonde with a slim frame couldn’t possibly be Lauren’s daughter. But as Rachel stood there in her much more conservative bikini (by Miami beach standards) she had the same body type as her mother—albeit a younger 34C-25-36 on a much taller frame. She sat down in front of her mother as Lauren applied copious amounts of sunscreen to her daughter’s neck, back, and shoulders. ‘She has such light skin’ Lauren commented as I watched her apply it liberally—Rachel almost enjoying the attention she was receiving solely because of the lack of attention her mother was giving me. I decided to take the moral high road and apply my own sunscreen, grumbling to myself internally.

After that, the three of us talked, ate a light lunch from the cooler, and I even made a special point to converse with Rachel about intellectual subjects that were on her mind—I know how lonely high school can be when your intellectual stimulation comes from individuals who have been dead for over 300 years. She responded to me quite well and Lauren sat smiling, knowing that the two of us were going to get along just fine. As for me, I was genuinely enjoying the conversation with Rachel, but I was glancing at her mother thinking of all the naughty things she was going to do to me now that her daughter finally approved of a man she was dating. She could let down all those barriers she’s had for years and I desperately wanted to know what kind of wildcat was behind that wall—and if I could possibly tame her with my cock. Something told me the answer was ‘no’ and that just made me want her even more. What I couldn’t understand is why Rachel would be so warm while talking to me, then so cold as soon as my attention drifted to her mother.

As the sun was setting, we made our way back to Lauren’s house. She made a light dinner and just the two of us had wine out on the patio—Rachel making her way upstairs to her room. We talked for hours, falling in love a little more with each passing minute. Lauren commented on how her teenage daughter, with how intelligent and wise she is, has never liked a single man she’s dated. I shifted the conversation to us and how I had fallen for her and how I had wanted her—right now. I grabbed her wine glass, setting it down on the table and grasped her hand, güvenilir casino leading her upstairs…. ‘Show me your bedroom.’ She smiled that same shy smile I saw when I first met her, but I kissed her passionately on the lips, pulling her body against mine, letting her feel how hard I was. She melted in my arms, much as she did on her first kiss. She quietly grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom, closing the door behind us.

We kissed again, this time our mouths finding the napes of each other’s necks, my tongue nibbling on her ear while she grasped the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up over my head. I quickly did the same to her light tank top, only the clasp of her bra separating me from my prize. With that same naughty grin on her face that she gave me at the beach, I thought I was in for another tease but she quickly removed the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the ground. At last, her magnificent, 34D, naked breasts in front of me—and they were worth waiting for. Her nipples were already rock hard, her areolas perfectly round and maybe an inch in diameter. My hands gently cupping them as my eyes looked up from her tits into hers, silently asking if it was okay. She just smiled and kissed me, my hands gently kneaded her breasts, gently squeezing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly into my ear, breaking our embrace to tell me that we had to be quiet. Rachel was only in the next room over and that anything above a whisper and she would hear. I assured her that her teenage daughter in the next room wouldn’t hear a peep from me, but, with a fiendish grin of my own, I said I would not be able to guarantee that she wouldn’t be able to hear her own mother. Her eyes wide with lust and fear, I grasped her by the waist and pushed her onto the bed, tugging her skirt and panties down with my fingers. Bending low, and looking up into her Latin brown eyes with my own Aryan blue I let my tongue drag up and down her completely bald, wet slit. She cooed with delight, ‘It’s been years since a man as licked my pussy’ she said in a hushed voice, but still well above a whisper. My tongue breaking away while my forefinger gently circled overtop her clit, only long enough to ask her ‘insinuating you’ve been with a woman?’ She laughed as I gently blew softly on her pussy lips, ‘Why is ever man obsessed with two women together? It’s just a phase all teenage girls go through—experimenting their sexuality with one another. It’s perfectly normal and my high school girlfriends and I used to lick each others pussies.’ she said softly as she laid back, propping herself up on her elbows—her perky 34Ds in plain view as I resumed eating her pretty little bald pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head in sheer ecstasy as I parted her pussy lips, sliding my middle finger deep inside her as my tongue continued to roll over top her exposed clitoris. Propped up on pillows now, her hands start to caress her tits, squeezing her nipples while reaching a crescendo, in almost perfect rhythm of my finger sliding deep inside her, my tongue quickly flickering over her clit. The moans escaping from her soft lips with each passing minute were also increasing in volume—well past a whisper, but it didn’t matter—Rachel was listening intently through the wall from her bedroom from the very beginning…

Her mother had never brought a man home with her before; she would always just return home, hair a bit disheveled and Rachel would know. With her ear pressed against her paper-thin bedroom wall she listened as they kissed and touched, knowing his hands must be cupping and kneading her mother’s breasts—she understood his desire from the very start, his reactions at the beach on affirmed it. Rachel had already slipped on a tasteful babydoll nightgown that she loved wearing—practical for sleeping and it made her feel sexy. Her mother even started calling her ‘babydoll’ because she wore it around the house so often. It was already a couple of years old, her ‘go-to’ outfit for sleepovers with other girlfriends in her earlier teenage years. She had grown since then—taller so that it barely covered any thigh at all—she loved the feel of the hem lightly touching her bottom. She even wore thongs with this babydoll so she could feel the material on her barely covered bottom. Her breasts had also grown—she went from a 32B to a 34C almost overnight last summer, her tits almost pouring out the top, the straps strained to contain them. She knew they weren’t as big as her mother’s, but she loved how she looked in her babydoll, imagining that her breasts were just as desirable. ‘It’s been years since a man as licked my pussy,’ she heard through the wall, her ears picking up every word between her mother and Thomas, her pussy slowly soaking her thong. She knew she shouldn’t be listening in on them, but she let out a soft moan as she cupped her hand around her pussy through her thong and rubbed her palm gently over her clit, putting her ear back to the wall just in time to hear her mother say ‘It’s perfectly normal and my high school girlfriends and I used to lick each other’s pussies.’ Rachel bit her lower lip, trying to stifle a moan as she closed her eyes and pictured Thomas between his mothers thighs, licking her pussy with reckless abandon—and probably better than any high school girl could do.’ She decided that she couldn’t take it anymore, that she needed to see for herself.

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Day four in Oman, a Wednesday, dawned with a soft knocking at my door.

I rolled over in bed, still half-asleep, checking the clock. It was about an hour prior to my alarm, and wearily, I got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it. The hallway was deserted, apart from the back of a hijabi woman, making her way towards the elevator, who turned around when she heard the door open. It was Khadija. She quickly looked around, then bolted back towards my room, letting herself in and slamming the door behind her.

“Make yourself at home?” I said sleepily.

“Were you asleep?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Khadija sat on the unmade bed. “You guys let me sleep last night after we fooled around. I don’t mind, it was nice, but I napped for a couple of hours and now I’ve had all the sleep I can handle. I’ll never fall asleep again. Rania went back to bed after morning prayers, but I was up for the day, and I didn’t want to bother her by puttering around our room or putting the light on to read. I thought I’d see if you were up, and I tried to knock softly, but apparently it was enough to wake you.”

“It’s okay”, I said, shaking the cobwebs out of my head.

“Do you want to go back to bed?” she asked. “I can leave if you do.”

“I mean… you’re here now”, I answered.

“We could cuddle again”, she suggested. “I’d really enjoy that.”

“Sure, that sounds good.” I climbed back into bed, savouring the warmth of the spot I’d been sleeping in.

“Can we…” she hesitated, still standing. “Can we cuddle naked?”

I paused. “I don’t see why not”, I eventually said, with Rania’s permission slip from last night still ringing in my ears.

I stripped off my boxers and t-shirt under the covers, tossing them out from underneath as Khadija undressed, removing headscarf and abeya, revealing a set of form-fitting baby blue pyjamas. I watched as she slowly removed the top, letting it ride up her body and holding it in place for a second or two before doing a titty drop, her breasts bouncing away from her top as gravity took over. She then turned around and dropped her shorts and panties all in one, revealing her pussy from the rear as she lingered in that pose for a moment, before turning and slinking into bed with me, curling in and nibbling at my ear and neck. Khadija’s body was soft and warm and enveloping.

“Presumably you know what today’s plans are?” I asked obliviously. In my defense, I was still half-asleep.

“Of course.”

“And you’re not going to tell me anything?”

“Not a chance”, she cooed.

“But you do know about Rania’s plans with me about her first time?”

“She wants you to deflower her tonight? Yeah, I know about it”, Khadija giggled.

“You’re also aware that men don’t recharge as fast as women do, and I want to save all my strength for her tonight?” I continued.

“I don’t necessarily want sex this morning”, she answered reassuringly. “I just wanted a cuddle, to spend some time with you.”

“You could have fooled me.”

She sighed. “Everything about you, about this trip, is turning me on right now. And I’m feeling dangerously uninhibited this week, so I’m sure you can tell exactly how I’m feeling as I’m feeling it. It is liberating like I cannot even begin to describe, feeling like I don’t have to hide my sexuality from you. But I really was just bored, and I enjoyed snuggling with a man yesterday and wanted more of it. I felt so safe in your arms.”

“I like snuggling with you.”

“And I really like teasing you”, she continued. The way you look at me makes me feel sexy. Men don’t look at women like that here, partly because that’s our culture, and partly because we have to present our frumpiest selves in public.”

“That makes sense”, I responded. “You and Rania are making me feel like a sex god so far on this trip. It is totally not what I’m used to, but I’m really enjoying it.”

“I’m fine with whatever happens this morning”, Khadija said happily. “Rania told me she gave you permission to fool around with me. But I’m still obviously going to respect your boundaries.”

We lay there for a few minutes, the noise of the air conditioner the only sound. I focused on Khadija’s slow breathing, feeling her soft, warm skin against mine, our legs entwined, the firm lusciousness of her breast against my chest.

“How was I yesterday?” Khadija finally broke the silence.

“It was a lot of fun”, I answered.

“I know it was, but how was I?”, she prodded.

You were an enthusiastic, uninhibited lover who was excellent at all of the things you’d have any understanding of how to do, but who clearly has never seen or touched a penis before”, I said honestly. “No one knows what to do with the opposite sex their first time; I was completely useless with a vagina once. I didn’t even know what a clit was, let alone how to find it.”

“Clearly whoever taught you did a good job”, she casino şirketleri laughed. “Maybe you can teach me what to do this week sometime. You know, when you’re not fucking my best friend senseless.”

“I haven’t forgotten that I also owe you a masturbation show”, I remembered. “My obligations are starting to pile up. Maybe I should stay another week.”

“You should stay forever”, she cooed. Her hand had started exploring up and down my chest.

“Is this dangerous?” I asked her.

“Maybe.” She leaned in and kissed me as her hand drifted onto my cock, grasping it gently and starting to touch. I started getting hard, and I felt her experimenting with various touches on my penis as it grew and stiffened.

“That is seriously cool how that does that”, she said, awestruck.

“If you’re going to touch me anyway, I may as well show you what to do”, I said.

“I know you can’t cum, so I don’t want to get you too close anyway”, she responded. “I’m just trying to tease you.”

“It’s working.”

“I know.” She grinned deviously, still gently stroking.

“So, do you want me to give you that show now?” I asked.

“That sounds fun”, she answered. “That way it’s not my fault if you go too far and cum.”

“It would at least be sort of your fault, Miss Knock-on-my-door-at-6:30-in-the-morning-and-then-perform-a-striptease.”

“Guilty!” she said happily.

I sat up, uncovering both of us, and propped up a couple of pillows against the headboard, leaning back. Khadija got on her knees on the bed, legs spread slightly, staring without shame between my legs.

“This should be mutual, don’t you think?” I asked.

“I do, except I’m going to cum whether you want me to or not”, she responded seriously.

“Be my guest.” I smiled at her. “Ok, so get in as close as you want”, I showed her as she shifted to a closer view, straddling my leg. “The head is the most sensitive part. Think of it like the clit. The shaft is important too, I can’t cum without stimulating both, and I think most guys are the same. You can see I’m circumcised, which I think Muslim guys are -“

“They are”, she interjected.

“-and because I don’t have a foreskin, the way I do it is to use my hand to sort of simulate that. I mainly stroke with a backhand grip, and the penis produces a little bit of its own lube, though not as much as your vagina does. So I sort of stroke the shaft and rub the head at the same time with one hand, which simulates sex as much as you can on your own.”

“Interesting”, she breathed, watching me for a few moments. “Can I try?”

“Of course, though for a partner the forehand grip is usually better, because you can hold it from an angle that I can’t.”

Khadija reached between her legs and rubbed herself a little, then showed me the wetness in her hand before starting to stroke a little bit. Shortly, she had the knack of it, and it started feeling quite intensely good.

“OK, you’ve definitely got it.”

“Any other tips?”

“Use your thumb on the underside, like — yep, that’s it — and you can also sort of give a twist on the head at the top of you stroke…” I moaned deeply.

She stroked for a minute or so, experimenting with different grips and speeds, watching my face intently, trying to figure out what I enjoyed and didn’t. She was an inquisitive, sensitive personality, and it didn’t take her long until she’d narrowed in exactly on what I liked.

“Jesus, you’re a fast learner.”

Khadija smiled. “I try.” She kept stroking, giving the impression she was mentally recording everything for later use.

I suddenly grunted, involuntarily, which brought a smile from Khadija.

“This is really, really cool. Thanks, Ryan”, she said proudly, her hand still maintaining a grip and pace she’d correctly decided that I liked. “Later this trip I want to make you cum with my hand.”

“We can make that happen.” I took back over, stroking myself slowly as I turned to face her. “You haven’t started touching yourself yet but you’re obviously wet. Do you want to show me what you do?”

“Sure”, she shooed me off the pillows, and we reversed positions. I leaned down, resting my head on her inner thigh, six inches or so from her opening. “That’s awfully close.”

“I can move”, I offered, “but it’s nice being able to see the fine details up close since it’s so much more intricate down there than on a man.”

“True”, she said. “Okay, so I’m left-handed so I usually use my left. What I do is take two fingers, my index and middle, and get them wet, and I sort of lock them right into this spot here.” She indicated a spot on the right side of her clit hood. “Then I just kind of rub diagonal strokes across my hood.” She started doing this as she spoke. “That’s the absolute basic thing. I only touch my clit directly when I’m about to cum. Sometimes I like to lick my nipples while I’m doing it.” She took her right breast in her mouth, licking around the nipple as she rubbed.

“Do you ever go inside?”

“I like casino firmaları being penetrated”, she answered. “It’s one of the things I’m most curious about having sex for real. I’ve had my fingers inside, as well as my lovers’, and my hairbrush handle. It’s hard to rub your own g-spot, but when I’m with a partner I like having something inside. I’ve never anything as large as you are, and it’s not like you can just buy a dildo in Saudi Arabia. I bet it feels incredible.”

I collected some wetness from her opening and locked two fingers onto the spot that she indicated, and I started trying to mimic her motions as she squirmed. “Yep, that’s definitely it”. She looked down at me. “You don’t exactly need a lesson, hon.”

“Every woman is different”, I responded. “The basics don’t change, but it’s good to know exactly what you like.”

“True”, she answered. “It’s all part of the fun in having new partners. I’ve never met another girl who likes it exactly how I do. I’m sure other men aren’t exactly like you, but I feel like I’m getting a foundation on what to do this week that I can use someday, and I’m really happy about that.”

We both stopped talking and started playing with ourselves, her laying against the headboard, me lying perpendicular with my head on her inner thigh, me with a close-up view of her pleasure, her with a wide-angle view of mine. Khadija was quite obviously entranced with seeing a man do it, as I didn’t catch her eye meeting mine even once as I kept alternating between watching her fingers and watching the pleasure on her face. She just stared, eyes completely glued between my legs. She moaned softly to herself, and kept her left hand working her clit, while her right roamed between stimulating her breasts and sliding in and out of her opening. I was close enough to her intimate area to feel the wet heat on my face, and I could easily hear the repetitive squishy noises of a woman’s pleasure.

“If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to”, I finally said with great reluctance.

“Okay”, she said, out of breath. “You’re still my best friend’s boyfriend and I am not disrespecting her plans for today. But will you watch me cum?”

“I’d love to”.

She picked up the pressure and speed on her clit.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Honestly, Ryan, I’m really getting off on having you watching me that close-up”, she answered.

I inched my face closer, to the point that I was only inches away.

“Oh my God…”

She picked up the speed again, to the point that both of her hands were a total blur, then started to shake violently and erupted, squeezing her legs together involuntarily around my head. I was pressed hard into her vagina, feeling her fingers pressing hard and moving against my cheek with her orgasm.

After what felt like forever, she finally started to relax, and realized what she had done, noticing the wet smear on my cheek and touching it, embarrassed. “Oh Ryan, I’m sorry, are you okay?”

“I’m fine”, I said truthfully, smiling. “That looked intense.”

“It was”, she grinned back. “Definitely one of my better ones.” She lay back, spent. “Rania can cum and cum and never get tired of it. I can have multiple orgasms too, and sometimes I want to, but it’s always more intense and pleasurable for me to have one really good one. It’s definitely cool how two people can be so different.”

She shuffled down in the bed again, pulling the covers back up as I joined her. As we settled in, Khadija noticed I was still pitching a tent, and she giggled. “That will eventually go away, right?”

“Eventually.”

“Good. Save it up for Rania tonight. She’s as excited as I’ve ever seen her.”

Khadija pulled the covers up over as we curled into each other. I savoured the soft warmth of her body, listening to her breathing slowing down, her pulse returning to normal in the afterglow of her orgasm. The last thing I remember was her gently stroking my chest, because the next thing I knew, my alarm was going off and she was gone. I showered, dressed, packed up my stuff and headed down to breakfast, meeting both the girls there.

“It sounds like you’re already up to no good with your permission slip, Mr. Stud”, Rania teased quietly as I sat down with coffee, a pita and some fruit.

“Um…” I couldn’t read her tone.

“Relax, Ryan, I meant what I said to you last night.” She smiled. “Just remember we’re girls, and girls tell each other everything.”

“This is the craziest, best trip I’ve ever been on”, I answered. “You two are something else.”

“We try to be”, Khadija smiled. “One of these nights I’m going to keep Rania to myself, and you can be the one left alone in the hotel room.”

“Not fucking likely”, Rania mumbled under her breath.

We checked out of the hotel, loading up our gear into the Land Cruiser and climbing in, Rania taking shotgun this time.

“Where to, ladies?”

“Back to Sur”, Rania answered. “Then we head inland. We’ve got about a two-and-a-half-hour drive ahead.”

We güvenilir casino left Cape End of the World in our rear-view mirror, and headed back towards Sur. The conversation was pleasant and PG-rated. Rania seemed nervously excited, which I suppose I could understand. She was practically bouncing with energy, more bubbly and talkative than usual. Khadija was obviously satisfied following the morning’s activities, and she was quieter and calmer than she’d been for much of the trip so far. I, for what it’s worth, was in a state of serious sexual agitation.

From Sur we headed south on Highway 23, then turned west with the road after crossing the Hajar Mountains again. The roads out here were all two lanes, unlike the dual carriageway on the Muscat-to-Sur route, but still well-paved and relatively free from traffic. After two hours of driving, just as 23 was turning south again and the land had mostly flattened out, Rania pointed out a turn and had me head back north, climbing again into the mountains. The road gained elevation and started twisting and turning as we climbed, and then, finally, dead-ended at a sign reading WADI BANI KHALID.

“Another wadi?”

“Yes, but this one is totally different. Apparently. This wasn’t on the original plan for today, but my friend who lives here heard we were driving by and told me we had to stop”, Khadija explained.

“Okay, I trust your judgment. Or hers, I guess.” I looked again at the sign. “What does this one mean?”

“‘Sons of Khalid wadi'”, Rania translated. “Got your swimsuit?”

We started walking, and Wadi Bani Khalid, at first glance, was nothing like Wadi Shab. Unlike the towering cliffs of Wadi Shab, Wadi Bani Khalid was open, airy. We were surrounded by mountains, layers of angled rock in all directions on the near horizon, but there was none of the claustrophobia of Wadi Shab. Hell, the entrance was a lovely boardwalk from the parking lot, past a pond and a small café and gift shop.

It was about a ten-minute walk to the entrance of the wadi, and when we reached it, I could suddenly see why we’d been told to come here. Wadi Bani Khalid was a swimming hole in the Tom Sawyer mould. The cliffs weren’t particularly high, but were a perfect white, smooth stone, dropping precipitously into an impossibly clear and deep pool below. There were about twenty tourists frolicking, swimming and sunning. A few teenage boys were doing dives off the cliff, about three metres into the pool below.

“It’s beautiful”, Khadija’s eyes lit up. “I’ve never seen a more perfect place to swim.”

We quickly changed, me wrapped in a towel in the more open wadi, the girls once again having prepared ahead with Islamic bathing costume under their clothes, then went in the water, warm, fresh and clear.

After about twenty minutes of floating around Rania and I were done, but Khadija wanted to stay in, so the two of us climbed up on a rock, drying off in the brilliant late-morning sun.

“I hear you’re saving your strength for me tonight”, she said matter-of-factly.

“There’s no point in even thinking about keeping secrets, are there?” I asked rhetorically.

“Only because there isn’t any need”, she responded. “I’m glad you’re saving yourself.”

We sat in silence for a while.

“You’re really okay with this morning?” I asked.

“Yes…” she answered. “I know we talked about this last night, a little, but now that it’s happened, I still feel like it’s the right decision. I mean, I don’t love the idea of you fooling around without me, but not because I don’t trust you, or her. It is because I want to be involved with everything that’s happening this week. I don’t ever want to leave your side for the time you’re here, and I hate that we can’t sleep in the same bed as we used to.

“But I owe my entire worldview, my openness, to her. Without her as a roommate, I probably wouldn’t be anything like the person I am today. She was the one encouraging me to pursue my M.Ed. degree, and to do my research trip to Canada. I was hesitant, and she practically made me go. Without having met her, I would probably be happily, ignorantly married to a man back home who treats me like garbage. And God knows I certainly wouldn’t have travelled to Canada, taken a male roommate even by accident, and wound up falling in love, real love, the way I would never have known was possible. I probably still would be intensely sexually frustrated without knowing it, the way I was as a teenager, and I never would have even had an orgasm or discovered my sexuality.

“She’s wanted this for longer than I’ve known her, and I want her to have it if it’s within my power to give it to her. She changed me into a better, more worldly, and more open person, and I want her to have this, for one week in her life, just to have a taste of what it’s like. She may never go abroad, and she may never meet a man like you. I can’t believe there are many men like you out there. So, I feel that I owe that to her, for all that she’s done for me. But I also want it, too. I wouldn’t force you on a woman you weren’t into, but you two are clearly attracted to each other, and while I’d never share my boyfriend with just anyone, I trust and love her deeply and know I have no reason to worry that you’ll leave me for her, or something.”

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