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I met this girl Jerica at Hearst Pool Saturday morning, and I couldn’t believe how much we clicked. She was wearing a two-piece Speedo that pushed up her large breasts and accentuated the womanly curvatures of her stomach, and even in the pool her scent was like magic as it trickled outward in subtle waves that flushed my nose and congested my mind with a lust for her that I could scarcely conceal. As we talked between laps she would touch my shoulder or squeeze my forearm, and with just the right intonations of her voice she could most certainly drive men wild. Her voice was driving me wild. But she seemed like one of those excessively happy girls who are – to my dismay – straighter than straight. Jerica’s sexuality, I ruefully admitted to myself, would only remain an aberration to my perpetually impending lesbian desires.

By this time I had swam for over an hour and it was time for me to get out, shower, then study. I told Jerica I’d see her around then she asked if I was going to take a shower. I thought she only wanted to know out of curiosity – you know, ask a follow up question like “how’s the water pressure?” or something trivial like that. But as I pulled myself up out of the water and affirmed her inquiry she unexpectedly asked if she could join me in this darling, husky voice that traveled straight to my pussy and rubbed hard. My knees buckled.

To my left an older man, mid 40s or so, took off his goggles, looked at us wide eyed, then down at his crotch, discovered an imminent hard on, covered his crotch.

To my right a girl, I’d seen her around before – she was plain looking; she gaped at us, her eyes vivid with the image of Jerica and I showering together.

But it was Jerica’s voice that made another swimmer stop escort bursa to see what all the commotion seemed to be about, for in my observations of all the subsequent shock her simple question had induced among the swimmers at Hearst Pool, I had forgotten to give her an answer. “Well?” she asked. Her voice was noticeably lower, somehow louder, and the pitches, the tones, the beautiful symphony of her voice had caused two or three more people to stop and see what sort of lascivious goings-on were going on. I looked down at her from where I half-stood out of the pool. She had taken off her swim cap and her hair bounced around her narrow face, like sand encased in crystals that curled this way and that, shining up at me and the sun and the sky. “Yes,” I finally managed to squeak, “yes, you most certainly can join me.” The older 40ish man clapped and whistled at my response, and all the male witnesses grinned all naughty-like.

Jerica wasted no time. She jumped out of the pool, smiling just as naughtily as some of the guys had been, grabbed her towel, grabbed my hand and led me down to the women’s locker room. I heard cheers, hoots, and hollers as we left the pool deck. Once in the locker room I went to get my 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner and my bar of Zest whitewater soap and as she went to get her stuff I told her to meet me at the showers on the far right, in the back corner. We got there at just about the same moment, and I was admittedly a little nervous. I’d had girl sex before, but never with such a gorgeously seductive vixen. I gave her as confident a smile as I could manage, and as I bent down to set my stuff on the floor, she threw her little bag on the floor and slid her hands around my waist from behind and bursa merkez escort whispered in my ear and in that voice, in that voice whose sound alone could please me for hours, “What are you doing right now?”

I breathed loudly through my nose as girl pre-cum gushed from my pussy – a mad torrent I tried to keep at bay. “I’m… I’m gonna have girl sex.” I said with a slightly quivering voice and with a little bit too much enthusiasm, but I was nonetheless surprised at my eloquent spontaneity under such riveting circumstances.

“Ooooh!” she cooed and her lips lightly slid over the back of my neck. I stood up, turned around, put my hands down her bathing suit bottoms and rubbed her cunt slowly as I kissed her chest and took in that magical scent that had enraptured me from the start. She gritted her straight, white teeth and kissed my cheek, and I went down to pull her bottoms off with my hands and teeth. Once they were off I started kissing up her firm, tanned legs, and she let out a high-pitched gasp as I slid my tongue over and around her clit while I worked my fingers up inside her, reaching for her G. I could feel her orgasm getting hotter within the confines of her body as my nose rubbed against the soft, blond fur of her pubic hair, so I stopped and with that she went over to her little bag and pulled out a 9-inch dildo.

I turned the shower on and leaned into the steamy rush of water that poured over my back, and Jerica pulled the straps of my tight Nike swimsuit over my shoulders, then pulled it all the way off so that I stood naked under the showerhead, eyes closed, quivering under the touch of her warm hands on my tits and my abs of steel, and the wet, rough feel of her hot tongue bursa escort pushing into my mouth like a first-class, fearless battalion. My pussy was so unbelievably wet that the 9-incher and what felt like two or three of Jerica’s fingers slid right in, all the way, and I moaned loudly as the tremors of sexual bliss that traveled up my body and into my brain suddenly drove me to scream out unabashedly “Oh god, yes, YES! More!”

She thrust the dildo in me and moved her entire body up with every thrust. Her thumb was fingering my clit and my hands were all over her body – squeezing her breasts, rubbing her clit, and I was so totally overwhelmed by the summation of our passions that it didn’t take long for me to scream out in unprecedented passion this monster of an orgasm: I wrapped one leg around Jerica’s body and the walls of my pussy clamped down on the width of her fingers and dildo as my whole body quaked and contracted. I panted heavily, engulfed in the beauty of this climax.

I was still working Jerica’s clit as my cunt quivered in the aftermath of my ravenous orgasm, and she squealed out gleefully in that voice as her clit gave way to an equally ravenous orgasm and I was ready for more as the water poured down on us. Our bodies were so close together that only our backs were wet from the shower, and our chests and stomachs were locked together by the warmth of our silting sweat and passions. I looked up over Jerica’s shoulder, the dildo still in my pussy, one of my hands in her hair, the other down low so that my fingers were on the crack of her ass, and I saw three women, shocked, and staring at us with highly disapproving looks of disgust upon their wrinkly faces.

“You! Goddamn exhibitionists! Sick!” an old lady with a stern, prudish face yelled over at us.

“YOU’RE sick,” Jerica turned around and retorted calmly, in that voice. She looked at me – hunger for more of my girl sex still rampant in her eyes – and said to me, loud enough for the women to hear, “what are you doing right now? Wanna give them another show?”

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On the Night Train to Mandalay

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[Note: this is an entry in an “exactly 750-words” writing exercise. ]

I felt the military officer’s eyes boring into me throughout the meal in the train’s dining car. I found him both very attractive and arousing. Somehow my need and acquiescence conveyed to him and he undressed me, caressed me, used me even as we assessed each other from across the dining car. When I got up to return to the sleeper car and its corridor running between banks of curtained bunk beds, he followed me at a distance.

In the coffin-like lower bunk, my breathing jagged in anticipation, I turned my head to the window and followed the flashing lights of whatever rice-paddy-world civilization was awake at night outside the lurching train.

Then he was there, the military officer, pulling the curtain aside only long enough to join me in the confining space, coaxing my legs apart and kneeling between them.

“Take my cock,” he growled.

“Yes,” I acquiesced.

He made an adventure of undressing me in that bursa sınırsız escort space and using his hands and mouth to get me worked up to begging for the cock even before he had managed to strip himself in a space where you couldn’t even raise your arm very far over your head without hitting the underside of the bunk above you.

I whimpered, “Do it. Do it now. Fuck me,” as I heard his belt being released and his zipper being lowered. I arched my head and chest back and did what I could to stifle my groans in a coach that wasn’t full but was occupied enough to worry about those in surrounding bunks knowing there was a fuck fest going on in their midst, as his finger entered my hole—and then another and another, almost up to the knuckles as he opened me up. My legs still bent, I placed my feet flat against the underside of the bunk above me and pressed up each time the fingers invaded to the knuckles. I rocked my pelvis on his hand, whimpering and panting.

“Now. bursa escort bayan Now. Fuck me now!” I sobbed.

And then he did fuck me—or at least he and the train did. He provided the cock. The moving train provided the friction. I had never been fucked like that—by the combined efforts of a man’s cock and a train’s motion—before. I have never been fucked like that since.

After pulling his fingers out of my ass, he arranged my body—and I let him manipulate me as he wished, me babbling, “Now, now, now,” as he did so. He palmed my lower back and raised my pelvis, my legs bent and spread, supporting the rise on my feet flat on the surface of the bunk. He murmured for me to stay in that position, and I did. Whimpering “Please be good to me,” I turned my face to the window.

He moved over me, between my spread thighs, nimbly, considering his bulk and the confining space. I’m sure his back was pressed into the underside of the bunk above. He planted his knees between nilüfer escort my thighs. His fists were pressed into the surface of the bunk on either side of my chest. His face was looking down into mine, although in the darkness of the space, I had to strain to discern his expression. Eyes full of lust.

His cock went into position and I moaned and arched my back as he entered me and slowly pushed up into me. I gritted my teeth, unsuccessfully trying not to groan. I looked into his face, almost involuntarily, because I didn’t want him to see how much I wanted this. He smiled, a knowing, victorious smile. He knew. He knew I had to have him inside me now. My hands went to cupping his buttocks and pulling him into me, surrendering all.

And then he held, buried in me, as we both felt me opening at the center, going spongy for him in the core, relaxing to prepare for the pump. I moaned and whispered, “Now, now. Work me now. Make me come.”

He held, hard, filling, possessive. I grabbed his biceps and tried to rock against him, but he whispered, “No. Hold. Tune into it. Feel it. The train is doing it.”

And, indeed, when I tuned into it, I realized the train was doing it—providing the friction of the fuck. Both the military officer and I were just maintaining position, and the motion of the train was moving him inside me—in and out, in and out.

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Biker Buddies Pt. 01

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I had been chatting with Joe on Grindr for a week or so. He had a great profile and attractive face and body photos. We seem to be a good fit – he was a dominant top and I like to be a bit submissive as a total bottom. Apart from interesting conversation we shared an interest in motorcycles. I have a six-year-old Harley Davidson Softail – which I ride as a solo, and Joe has a brand-new Indian Scout.

We agreed to meet on Saturday for coffee in the mountains village of Katoomba and then go for a ride. I cleaned my bike and dressed in appropriate cold weather riding gear – though I baulked at a full face helmet and opted for a HD open face – a-la Peter Fonda, but wore a neck and face warmer and Rayban’s. The ride to Katoomba was 90 minutes and I was relieved to find the coffee shop and a bathroom upon arrival.

Joe was sitting in a booth when I entered the store. He rose to greet me – knowing what each other looked like via online photos. He was an impressive guy in real-life – over six feet tall in leather boots, slim with a tanned face and long brown turning silver hair, tied in a ponytail. He looked fantastic! Loose fit denim and a faded biker jacket completed his picture. We shook hands with big smiles on our faces and sat to chat. Over coffee and raisin toast we discussed bikes, what was happening in our lives and our disappointment….or was it luck, that we were both single and dateless of late. My heart was jumping and I could feel a little stirring in my loins…. single, dateless, very handsome – hmm hmmm.

‘Let’s ride on my Indian, the screen will keep us warmer and I’d like to test it out two-up style’ Joe suggested. I agreed with him, plus I get a ride on an Indian which I hadn’t experienced – and there was nothing wrong with me being behind this guy on the bike. My HD will be OK parked on the street in this tourist town.

Joe straddled the Indian and started it up. He had after-market pipes fitted and the growl of the engine pleased biker ears. On his nod and his assisting arm, I climbed on the back and nestled into the comfortable saddle with my chest and thighs against Joe’s butt and back… it was a nice fit for me! I tapped him on the shoulder to let him know I was ready and opted to hold the straps of his jacket in-lieu of the pillion bars on the saddle.

Joe took off to looks from everyone on the street and accelerated smoothly away. I wasn’t aware görükle escort bayan of where we were headed but happy to ride on the back. From a fellow biker’s view Joe was a good rider – very smooth and nice lines. We toured through the mountain villages and onto the highway that crosses the mountains to the inland slopes and cities. We crossed the causeway to a parallel ridge where we did some faster touring through some great biker bends and I was very comfortable riding on the back and matching Joe’s lean angles. Every now and then I would be squeezed against him under firmer breaking and then our bodies would part under acceleration. It was a lot of fun and my secret pleasure.

Joe pulled off the highway at a lookout point and after parking the bike we walked down to a point that gave sweeping views of the deep valleys between the main mountain ridges. Funnily both of us were uncertain near the fence and stood back – admiring the views as if we owned them as no-one else were at the point. But it was freezing with the wind seemingly cutting through my riding gear. Joe noticed me chattering and closed-up to me and put an arm around my waist. I was slightly shorter than Joe and fit into him perfectly. Looking at each other smilingly it was the perfect moment and my eyes communicated that I wanted to be kissed by this handsome biker.

‘Hmmm this is nice’ Joe murmured and lowered his lips to mine. I accepted his kiss lovingly and held his shoulder softly so he could press further into my lips. I was feeling giddy with the sensuousness of his kiss and sucked back on his lips and let my tongue side between our mouths. Joe broke off to look into my eyes and then kissed me again a bit more urgently. I opened my mouth to receive him and our tongues met in the middle and we orally teased each other. My breathing was heavy and my cock was rising to the attention from this man as I pulled him into me tighter. We became chest to chest, my groin and hardening member pushing into his thigh and his impressive hardness squeezed between us. I released my arms and circled his neck, my lips seeking more kisses and his hot tongue. I moaned slightly as he tongue fucked my mouth and I arched further into him as he grabbed my arse and I held my loins tight into him.

We were both hard against each other and my soft moans elicited more passion from bursa otele gelen escort Joe and he humped up against me. We must have realized we both needed release but this was not the place as the sound of cars in the parking spaces above us told us time here was over. We broke away and I commented sexily that our moment was wonderful and I wanted more of him. ‘I’d fuck you here if we were alone’ Joe said and I blushed in erotic excitement at his want for me. ‘There’s a picnic area further along – why don’t we ride up there and be more comfortable?’

‘Yes please’ I said while eyeing off his obvious excited male state.

Back at the bike we mounted up and headed for another stop. Once at cruising speed I circled my arms around his hard b body and managed to slip my hands under his jacket and held Joe tight to me. I ground my groin closer against his back while my fingers and hands caressed his gorgeous body – admittedly though a couple of layers of thermal clothes. Boldly, I slipped a hand out from the warmth of his jacket and felt for his hardness inside his jeans. I could trace a not insubstantial hard penis beneath the denim and I stroked him lightly as we motored along the highway.

This was a delicious way to ride but all too soon he slowed and entered a marked picnic area. Not seeing any cars in the carpark got me hopeful and we dismounted at the far end. Joe motioned towards a grass track and after a minute or two we came to a clearing with concrete picnic tables and bench seats. Joe climbed up on the table-top and rested his boots on the bench. Without reference I stepped over the bench so that I could sit facing him…. his beautiful crotch at eye level.

Without words Joe put his hand on the back of my head and my submissive streak understood what was now required of me! I fumbled with his belt and zipper and Joe sat up slightly so I could pull his jeans down his thighs. Inside he wore trunks that tried to hide his manhood. With a soft moan I leaned into him and kissed and rubbed my face against his encased erection. I bathed in his manly scent and traced the outline of his cock with my fingers – finding a moist patch of pre-come had escaped already and soaked into his trunks. Joe sucked in his breath as I touched and stroked him and with me looking into his eyes and his pleasured face, I pulled at his bursa escort bayan waist band and let his penis pop free.

His member was medium long with little bend, and slim like his body. His cockhead was covered by foreskin which outlined his helmet beautifully. A guttural moan escaped him as I hungrily took his dick into my mouth and slurped at his shaft with my tongue. I popped my head up for a second and enjoyed the lusty look on Joe’s face. I again took his cock in my mouth and held it with my lips as my tongue lapped at his shaft. Slowly I let his member draw deeper into my mouth, inch by inch, and listened happily to Joe groaning and gasping. He placed two hands at the back of my head and obediently I allowed his whole cock to slide in, butting against my throat and sucking back for his total pleasure.

He cocked gagged me like this for a minute until I had to release and catch a couple of deep mouthfuls of air. Once done I bobbed back down and slipped his dick back into the entrance of my throat. I gagged and moaned as his manhood filled my mouth and throat. Joe bucked his dick into me deeper for good measure and stroked himself back and forth and fucked my face gently…. then a bit more forcefully as he moaned and cooed about how good my head was.

I pulled back and just let the head of his penis rest inside my lips. He moaned as once again my tongue flicked his dick and I now had his loose balls in my hand. I felt his cock grow harder and engorge larger and I knew what was coming next. With a loud groan he pushed his cock all the way into my mouth until his pubic hair mashed against my face and gave me the gift I craved… his dick erupted and spilled large ropes of his seed into me, splashing against the back or my throat and it was all I could do to swallow it while my lips were fastened around the base of his cock. Spasms wracked his body and his member bucked and twitched at every new release of his man juice. Joe held my head against his lap as he must have shot seven or eight loads of sperm into my mouth and throat and I struggled to accept it all – some escaping my lips and sliding onto my face with seemingly a gallon of spit.

As his body began to quieten from his climax I slurped and sucked the remnants of his sperm from his cock and licked the spillage off his balls. I was aroused and proud of the head-job I’d given him and now that I’d tasted him intimately, I just wanted more! Joe slumped over and rested his head on mine while gently rubbing his fingers over my neck.

‘Ooo baby that was so nice’ I cooed. ‘I could take a lot more of your cock…. in my mouth and especially in my arse!

Joe was still catching his breath and looking down at me. ‘Next time for sure’ he said and grinned.

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The Roommate

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The Roommate

I tore one of those little tabs of paper off of the bottom of an ad for an apartment.

Just then a girl said, “I’m Monica, Looking for a pad?”

Stupid question. I looked her up and down. She was tall. Taller than me which is true of most girls since I’m only five four and slim. She was approaching six feet with broad shoulders. People would call her big boned. I guess the flaxen haired Swede would be attractive to some guys, maybe most guys, just not to me.

She said, “We’re both looking for an apartment.”

Without committing myself I replied, “Guess so. But they’re expensive.” and I turned to go.

But she persisted, “I don’t have a car.”

Why she was telling me this I didn’t know. I tried to keep leaving but she stopped me again, “We could look at it together. Then whichever of us likes it more – gets it. I’ll buy you a coffee to drive.”

Why I agreed, I don’t know. But off we went apartment shopping. Monica explained that her daddy was sending her to college and was rich.

I described my own situation as pretty much the opposite: I was a broke college student with little money, but I had a car.

She was alright to talk to. Maybe a little odd, but as long as I wasn’t dating her what did I care?

We looked the place over and it was great. Just a few miles from campus, two bedrooms, one bath, not run down. It was one of four apartments combined in one building, the only problem was the rent was beyond me.

She walked around, oohing and aahing. Finally I told her that I couldn’t afford it and it was hers.

I expected that to end it but she surprised me, “It’s too far from campus for me to walk. I’ll pay the rent if you let me use your car.”

Staring at her big boobs, but pretending not to, I agreed to her terms despite her not even having a license.

As a roommate she was fine. Very clean, even cleaning up after me. My only complaint was that she stayed up late watching loud movies into the night.

She asked if it bothered me but I lied, telling her I was a heavy sleeper and could sleep through anything. Yea, I was a heavy sleeper but not enough not to hear the movies.

A couple weeks into it I noticed weird shit: My libido was shot. I had no interest in sex. You know, like when you’ve just gotten laid. Also, I would wake up in the morning to find dried cum on my belly. I’d had wet dreams before but they always left me with lots of dried crap. This was more like I’d cum and wiped up poorly, crusty but not much there.

But then one night I woke up when a shaft of light shone from the hallway hitting my eyes. Mon snuck in, tiptoeing real quiet.

I decided to see what was happening. It took everything not to sit up, or even just peek.

She crept into my room. Not that I saw her, but it was obviously her, who else would it be?

The thing that was nuts was that she knelt next to my bed, carefully, so carefully, she lowered my underwear. My first instinct was to tell her to get the fuck away from me, but then my dick wanted to see what would happen.

Monica actually started playing with my cock, bringing it to life. With the elastic of my underwear tucked beneath my balls and her warm hands caressing me, I felt great.

She kept stroking my dick then bringing her hand out to do some unknown activity. Her hand kept alternating between milking my hard-on and whatever else she was doing.

I knew she was a nutjob, but I let her keep going. It’s not like this involved any sort of commitment from me.

When I came it took all my will not to yell out that I was cumming. I pretended I was asleep as I dropped my load on my belly, jerking and twitching.

Holding the sheets away from it she escort bursa scooped up most of my cum, doing whatever she was doing with it.

In the following days I confirmed that she was doing this most every night.

I liked it, so I said nothing. Does that make me nuts too? Worse yet, I decided to wear a sleep mask every night so I wouldn’t peek and get caught. I mean, I wanted this to keep going as long as I lived there.

So like, I’m talking to her one morning at breakfast and she looks over at me past her Eggo’s, “Do you ever think about being a dad?”

I spit my coffee, “Uh, sure. I wish, someday, but it’ll never happen…”

She didn’t listen. Instead she told me how she wanted to be a mother but her daddy wouldn’t let her. Now, that’s fucked up too. She was a fuckin’ college student and she wanted to have a baby.

It was at that moment that I figured it out: when she jerked me off she was bringing my cum to her cunt, trying to get pregnant.

I bolted out of there.

Sitting in class I thought about how crazy that shit was. Though in the end decided the joke was on her. You see, I had tried to explain at breakfast, but she hadn’t been listening. I’m one of those rare guys that got the mumps and became sterile.

I actually chuckled out loud in class thinking about the crazy bitch rubbing my cum in her pussy every night trying to get pregnant. Every night I would get a handjob and she would never get her baby.

A few days later I was driving her to class and she said, “Hey Chuck, I’m sorry about the movie last night. There was a lot of gunfire. I bet it was too loud. Did it wake you up?”

Of course I would never admit to being woken up easily, even though it had. I wanted the nightly cumms to keep on. So I told her I was such a heavy sleeper that almost nothing could wake me.

I was really able to use that subterfuge to my advantage. Some nights I was awakened as she found me lying on my side or stomach, but I never let on as she reached around for my dick or gingerly pushed me over onto my back.

It was a night when I was lying on my side when she first employed the prostate massage. I’d never enjoyed a handjob more nor felt as much precum leak out. And boy was my load big. If only I could ask her to do it more.

One night the girl from the apartment above us was hanging out with Mon, which disappointed me ’cause I figured I wouldn’t get my handy. Though it wasn’t like she came in every night anyway.

On the other hand, the elvin Neisha was tiny and cute, a real spinner. I stayed with Mon and Neisha for a while hoping to get with her. Unfortunately, Mon seemed to want her girl time and rushed me off to bed.

Later the door creaked slightly as I had a visit after all. She crept over to the bed then reached under the covers to bring my member to attention.

I was all ready to give her my cum when instead of wanking me she flipped the blankets off and climbed on top.

This was new and delightful. But something was off from the get go. The noises of her sneaking into the room weren’t the same. She opened the door quicker, padded across the floor faster…

Also, when the bed moved it didn’t shift like it would if a big girl like Mon were straddling me. In my mind I imagined the tiny Neisha instead.

She lined me up with her puss then plunged that steamy wet hole all the way down. It had been a year since I’d gotten laid and I was ecstatic.

Still thinking and hoping it was maybe Neisha, I wished I could rip the sleep mask off to check. I desperately wanted to grasp her boobs in my hands, but couldn’t.

How bat shit would it be if they were talking and Mon had sent Neisha bursa yabancı escort in to fuck me. But why would she do that if she wanted to get preggo?

I never knew for sure but my mystery girl seemed petite. And Mon never fucked me any other night. Whenever I saw Neisha in the hallway I smiled, wondering.

Then there was this time that I got home really late from a frat party. I was drunk and barely said ‘hello’ to Mon and the other upstairs neighbor before hitting the sack. It was Chad, a guy I’d talked to a few times but didn’t know well. Mon said they were going to watch a Star Wars marathon.

Again I was sure I wouldn’t be getting my handy. I mean, it was a marathon.

But when my door opened swiftly, I knew she’d found a way to sneak in to see me. Bare feet tapped the floor then my mattress sank heavily.

I felt the warm body heat against my back, and by now felt some strong affection toward Mon from all the times she’d helped me out, so the thought of her naked skin next to mine turned me on even though she still wasn’t my type.

I always left my underwear on, both to maintain the illusion that I didn’t know what she was up to, and because I enjoyed the perverse thrill of making her work so hard not to wake me up.

Anyway, my cock grew hard from the grasp of the hand that I’d yet to see. I mean, this had been going on for months and I’d never seen her naked or even watched her hand jack me.

My briefs were tugged lower, providing access to my cock and bunghole. I really hoped there was going to be a butt probing tonight. To encourage her, I subtly, so subtly, pushed my ass back toward my midnight helper.

Thankfully my hint was accepted. Big boned fingers tickled my hole. She seemed impatient tonight, trying to dig her fingers in without warming me up first.

To help out I relaxed as much as I could until from across the room she goes, “Chad, let me get you some lube.”

My cheeks clenched instantly causing Chad to answer her, “You’re sure he never wakes up?”

“Never. I’ve been doing my thing since we moved in together and he has no idea. I’ve been planning to tell him but I’m waiting for the right time.”

Chad’s fingers left my bum momentarily then he said, “Thanks,” I heard the cap on the lube click, then, “I don’t think there’s a right time for that.” Then he shifted gears again, “Oh, he’s tight. It doesn’t feel like you’ve loosened him up before.”

I was torn. I’d kept my secret for this long. Did I really want to spoil a good thing to stop Chad from taking his gay turn jerking my cock?”

“Well,” She whispered, “The last time I milked his ‘tate was last Tuesday. I usually only push the limits on nights when he snores.”

That threw me for a loop too. The last time I remember her plunging my rear was at least a month ago. Either she was lying, or I really did sleep through her sexual abuse sometimes.

Chad had two fingers exploring the depths of my rectum and by default I guess, through my silence, I’d agreed to be their sex toy.

Mon came over and reached around to fondle my stiffy, “I think he’s harder than he’s ever been. You must have the touch.” Her words sunk in – if I was harder than ever I must really be liking what Chad was doing to me despite him being a man.

Chad whispered to her, “No one’s complained yet. I prepped Neisha just like this. Speaking of Neish, did you two do what we’re doing?”

Cupping my balls she said, “The first time I just watched from the door. But she only likes to ride on top. I tried to get her to smother his face when she was done but she’s a chickenshit.”

The two of them continued manipulating my body with bursa escort their fingers, talking casually, “Have you ever smothered him after he came in your puss?”

Gleefully she told him, “The closest I’ve gotten to a full on smothering was to lightly rub my cum smeared lips to his. But I really don’t want it dripping out.”

Two more shocks hit me then. One was that she’d fucked me. I didn’t remember that at all! Not once. The second was that Chad placed the head of his cock against my finger-reamed asshole.

Throughout all of his ass fingering it simply had never occurred to me that he might sodomize my ass.

It was now or never. “Wake up” and stop him from fucking my bum or stay quiet and be a willing victim for more months.

I froze indecisively, which was all the time he needed to make up my mind for me.

My ass was loose and the cockhead was in me in no time. It felt every bit as good as the fingering. If this made me a fag I didn’t care.

My lips let out a little involuntary whimper. Now it was his turn to freeze, “You’re sure he won’t wake up?”

“Out like a light.” And to make her point she slapped my asscheek.

Chad got bolder, “Well, it’s a green light then!”

With the experienced strokes of a man who’d fucked ass many times before, Chad pushed and pulled, working his way deeper up my chute.

His dick felt thin and short, bigger than either of their fingers – and commensurately better. It was still shorter than mine, I told myself that gay guys probably turned gay because they had small peni. But I knew I was wrong because I was liking the sodomy so much I had to question my own sexuality for a moment.

Mon’s hand took hold of my hard cock, “You must be as good as Neisha said. Even asleep you got him throbbing.”

Chad answered her, “You’re welcome to find out for yourself sometime.”

“No thanks.” She answered back. “Anal’s not my thing. Are you sure you don’t want the front side?”

“That’s a hard pass. I only drive the Hersey Highway.” They chuckled.

He fucked me consistently for five to ten minutes and all the while Mon stroked my cock with the practiced strokes of a girl who’d wanked me so many many times now.

When Chad was about to cum he made his announcement softly, “Ohoh, I’m doing it.”

Simultaneously Mon rubbed my frenulum with her slick thumb, bringing me off at the same time. My ass spasmed around his deeply buried cock.

His cock jerked a few times as he dumped his load up my bum. I kinda liked it as the last few strokes were super slick.

I assume he felt guilty for taking advantage of me ’cause he was gone in a flash.

Meanwhile, Mon performed her nightly ritual, bringing her hand from my puddle of cum to her hopeful pussy repeatedly. She even gathered the slippery goo from my ass, applying it to herself.

When was gone too I cleaned myself up completely, thinking how I was totally fine with it all. In fact, I wanted to make sure I never slept through it again so I wouldn’t be left out any more.

Days later I was getting ready in the morning when I saw a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom trash.

In the living room, Mon had decorated with pink and blue streamers and balloons. I asked what was up and she answered, “I have news for you after classes. It’s a surprise.”

I mulled over my predicament in class. How could I keep my nightly sex adventures going without telling her it wasn’t mine?

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Doug Ellis Ch. 10

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Welcome! Perhaps, welcome back! If you’re looking for a recap in order to remember who and what you’re dealing with or you just stumbled on this as a new story hoping for a hot one, I recommend you go back to earlier in this series. I had to. it’s been seven years since I wrote the last episode and I’d forgotten it completely until somebody, at the end of episode 9 left a comment asking me to finish it. Six years ago, the story went right off the rails into very dark territory. Three more murders and all kinds of macabre stuff. It’s not what these experiences are about and if you wanted crime fiction you wouldn’t be looking here. Given the course my life was taking it doesn’t surprise me that I never submitted those episodes.

Doug Ellis 10

It’s a fact of life that you get a good thing going and somebody wants in on it.

Call it jealousy, call it survival, it doesn’t matter. You’re making a killing, someone wants a piece of it and is prepared to take it from you. You have a relationship which impinges on some third party who does not enjoy those benefits, sooner or later they will put a spoke into your rolling wheel.

The legitimacy of how that process happens is what laws are about. If it’s the tax officer at the door? Well, that’s sanctioned by society, although when it comes down to it, we all think it is criminal when they make off with our hard earned money. Compare that to some street urchin putting a gun in your guts and demanding money and you have a crude model for why prisons exist and how, ultimately, they work or don’t work.

***

Lee Dursley has been waiting for a long time to find out who is at the door. Musclebound, half naked and dazed from disturbing dreams, lying in a congealing pool of his own cum, he hears another, more urgent knock.

Meanwhile, his unofficial boss, security chief, Singleton, who appears to have the entire prison in the palm of his hand, has been in conference with the prison governor for far too long. He has missed urgent calls from Dursley about a fatal shooting that could destabilise his complacent view of the lucrative little business he’d got going in and out of the jail.

Ellis lay on his bunk meditating. The turmoil of his past life safely locked away, thinking of his training objectives and how he could best make use of his 3 half hour weights sessions per week, what exercise could he do in the confines of the cell and how best he could supplement the bland and meagre diet on the wing.

Harry Bantock, PT Senior Officer, was off duty, mulling over the massive changes brought on him having had another man touch his erection and having spattered his cum all over a fellow serving officer in the prison gym.

His mind raced as he also remembered his instant, instinctive reaction to the sight of Alun Dent’s disproportionate dong, his diminutive protege then taking his throbbing cock right into his throat and gulping down the gym instructors jizz as if it was mana from heaven, then while he was dazed and confused the little guy licked and kissed his arse and tunnelled away into his hole, not only unbidden but with extreme enthusiasm, prodding into Bantock’s body and generating sensations he’d never imagined a man could experience, bucking his hips for more and nearly buckling under. the power of the orgasm it gave him.

What more could there be? His imagination was wild but he was so fearful.

Out of curiosity, barely rational, panting and quivering with guilt and excitement, as the thick warm juice spurted and oozed out of the head of his raging hard-on, he tentatively put the goo to his lips to taste. Strange. Sweet. Peppery.

Calmer, his pulse slowing, he played with its gelatinous mass as he pondered what had happened and what could befall if Dent blabbed about what had happened. Fingers unconsciously wound into the tangle of hairs on his taught belly and he thought of the potency of this goo, where it had come from in his body, how it might start a new life both literally and metaphorically and then, more soberly, he thought how it could wreck his career and his friendships if he couldn’t get the beast inside him under control.

In the afterglow of orgasm, Harry longed to know more. He longed to know how Dent could just open his mouth and take cock without thinking. How could he put the whole of Harry’s fat erection into his mouth anyway, into his throat bursa anal yapan escort and not even gag, actually get a thrill off it fucking into his face.

Burnt in, retina images, pulsated in his mind.

He genuinely thought he was going crazy. His thoughts darted from here to there. It was like a whole new universe had opened up in front of him. A world of lust and pleasure but also a chasm into which he could fall at any moment. His experiences of sex with women all seemed too formal and contrived. There was none of the explosive spontaneity, the raw power. Sure, he could get excited, he was expected to do the driving. Okay, he’d miss the closeness, the warmth, the love (had he only ever felt….what exactly?). Was it possible to have that too? He had to talk to somebody.

He thought about the prison counselling service, available to all staff. They were dedicated and he’d seen them work wonders on despairing colleagues amongst the uniform staff. Too close for comfort though, it’s supposed to be confidential but everyone knows you’re seeing the counsellors. He needed something more independent. The Samaritans?

***

Dursley hadn’t showed up for his shift. A call put through to the Prison gate told Singleton that Dursley had deposited his keys that morning, after the night shift and had not re-entered the institution. No call had come in to report sickness or accident but Singleton was sure that Dursley would report in to him before all else. Since the early afternoon, no further attempt to contact him had been made.

Singleton was an angry man. Deep down, angry and frustrated that his potential was not recognised. His seniority at the freemason’s lodge gave him a certain satisfaction as it granted him leverage with both his boss, the prison governor and the head of the local police department. He considered both to be weak and lily livered liberals. It also gave him a veneer of respectability, as did his long suffering (loving) wife and their 3 children (so much more an emphatic statement of his manhood than 2).

Hard men get used to making tough decisions. They cannot deal in sentiment and wishy washy compromises. Singleton didn’t worry about situations, he dealt with them. Being right wasn’t about rules and regulations it was about being right. He ran a simple, profitable operation, the paymasters paid, everyone was satisfied. Doubts and anxieties were for weak men.

Dursley, he knew, was a tight lipped operator, as much disliked as he was liked. Or rather respected. Singleton knew that Dursley was, to some extent, feared. Like himself, Dursley knew the pleasure that intimidating relationship could bring. He easily mistook fear for respect, one of many chinks in the armour of any bully. For that was, after all, what these two men shared. The joy of bullying.

As head of security, Singleton could go anywhere in the institution, unlock any door, including the governor’s office, even the governor’s filing cabinet. He despised the governor and his assistants, who sucked up to prison reformers and to volunteers like the prison visitors. Outsiders, toffs, graduates with fancy ideas which jeopardised discipline. Without discipline the prison would be overrun by the inmates.

Like everyone else who’d been raised before the revolution in communications technology brought about by the smart phone, Singleton had underestimated its potential. Younger colleagues had argued that it was the key to future security, that controlling it’s ubiquitous capabilities was crucial in a world where inmates would be as skilled at manipulating its uses as any authority. Little did he know that his own man was tracked by his mobile, spied on by his mobile, that half the prison knew Dursley carried it in and out of the prison illegally and was paid, with all kinds of favours for the use of it.

***

“Thank you! Yes. I’ll try their number.” Bantock hung up the landline he’d used to call the Samaritans and looked at the scrap of paper in front of him for what seemed like minutes before he could bring himself to dial.

In the seconds before the receiver at the other end was picked up, he felt his life flash past him like a drowning man. Not only that but a crushing fear and homophobia he knew that in real life he would put a conscious professional barrier in place bursa eskort to prevent. How could he fit in with all that camp, how could he ever find anything in common…. then he remembered Dent and his powerful little body, his perfect powerlifting technique, his frothing body hair, his firm handshake, his appetite for swallowing cock, his…… a woman answered and he snapped out of his confusion and put on a businesslike caller voice without even missing a blink.

Diving right in, as if dealing with a gaggle of excited lifers for the first time, he realised he had skills and experience and courage. “I’m thirty eight, ” he said “I just started having sex experiences with men.” a very short pause but he was o a roll now ” I’m not sure what that means and I really need to talk to someone about it.” It was as if he’d just squeezed a persistent pimple as a teenager. The pus hit the mirror and he knew it would be days before the sting and the red sore disappeared but he’d got the poison out. He felt like punching the air!

“Great! Well, Welcome!” said the anonymous voice. “We can open a conversation now if you want to, I can promise you total confidentiality, our calls are not recorded for training or quality purposes.” She quipped in a parody of the typical corporate greeting.

Bantock was caught totally off guard. The last thing he expected in his condition was humour.

“Alternatively, we can arrange for you to meet a counsellor face to face and if that works for you a short series of sessions can be arranged. ” The tone of the voice darkened very slightly. “For security, in any first face to face session, our counsellor will be chaperoned and the meeting will take place at our premises.” The tone brightened once more, “If you find that you can get what you need in phone sessions, many clients do, a call schedule can be drawn up for that.”

The question of personal safety struck a chord with Harry as he listened. He’d seen the result of homophobic attacks in the jail. It could be sudden and vicious.

He wanted to believe he wasn’t gay, he wasn’t homosexual. He thought he’d got over feeling it was wrong but he was really struggling to get over feeling it was wrong for him.

His head was still full of the highly visible, colourful characters representing those concepts. Where were all the other men who had sex with men? Where were all the Dents and the Gregorys?

All the macho bullshit. All the show that goes on in the prison (note to self) in which he was a regular participant, so that no-one thought you might be. Complex webs of rituals and mannerisms. How deep all that stuff goes in daily life, in the media. What a huge waste of conscious effort!

That first call was forty minutes long. He’d talked more or less continually. What amazed him was that he could say anything, ask anything. when he’d started the call he was feeling like he was falling through an avalanche and ended it feeling like he was on a pair of skies, still speeding down hill, not knowing where he was going or how to steer of stop but glad that he hadn’t been crushed.

***

Back in the lifer unit, Matt Higson wondered what had suddenly gone so right for him? He had a sore arse but that would surely be right as rain in a few days if Carson eased up a bit on his pounding salami and gave him more of the tongue bath.

He’d got a bit more than he’d bargained for as a first timer but he’d loved it.

What had he been expecting, showing his arse hole to a career thug with “Hate” tattooed on his left fist, “Love” tattooed on his right fist and a dagger tattooed on his raging, 8″ hard on. I guess you only get to see the details when it’s too late. Carson was up for it, Higson was up for it. Boom! It had happened.

The lads all knew they were fucking, some of them hooted from behind their locked doors when they heard the action kicking off in 315. The wing SO could have shipped one or other of them out but everywhere was overcrowded and here were two heavy dudes, doing life for ghastly violent offences, they were causing no trouble to any other individuals. If a thing ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

Higson was not given much to reason. He’d try almost anything and that was probably why he’d been in trouble since he was a kid. He would see a way forward and want to give it a go.

He’d seen enough bursa escort kızlar straight porn but somehow he just knew what to do.

Facing a very long time in jail, a lot of men would rather die than let it be known they were engaging in sex with a cellmate, in particular that your cellmate was fucking your brains out several times a day and that you were loving it. They all thought about sex, he knew that. What else was there to think about? The food. The radio. The ping pong table. When you’d be getting out and in a lifer unit it was best to keep your mind off that.

Somehow, there was still something very wrong about sucking off one of the “Screws” for favours. He could name names but he wouldn’t. Maybe they would just let the guy use their mouth but he couldn’t understand how that would please the officer without all the licking and sucking. It was a special kind of man who got off on humiliation and cruelty.

He would be “Hig the pig” for taking it up the arse but only when he wasn’t in earshot of the name calling or else the teeth were gonna fly.

Carson hadn’t knowingly contributed to Higson’s pleasure. The massive, red bearded hulk had taken what he needed. Higs might have been torn apart by taking such a fat cock as a first try but the slavering Carson had lubed up his virgin hole for him like a pro, chomping away at the flesh like an animal and making the target of his lust as hungry to open up for that frustrated cock as Higson was gagging to take it.

Carson was just as much a pig for eating up Higson’s hairy arse but for most of the boys on the wing that kind of thing, eating a man’s arse, lay outside the scope of even their wildest imaginings of sex. To Carson, a cunt was a cunt. He wasn’t about to force himself on Higson. The man was about as big as himself and could do him a lot of damage but when Higs offered up his cherry, Carson was on it like rat up a drainpipe.

That first time, Carson was on a hair trigger. Totally wound up with an obsessive need to blow his load, his hormones tormenting him day and night, he’d come in a split second after his cockhead burst into Higson’s virgin hole.

Both of them tired of thinking up ways to wank off his burden without attracting the attention of his cell mate, each holding his breath. Sure it was quiet but the sudden absence of breathing was as noticeable as the gasps of orgasm and they’d end up having a coughing fit. why not just relax and enjoy it. Unless the walls of the jail fell down, neither was getting out of there for a decade and probably a lot more.

So now, here was a win win situation. Whenever Carson felt horny, which seemed to be all the time and perfectly natural for a man in the prime of his life, he only had to let Higson know that there was fuel in that pocket rocket and Higson was ready to ride.

If Carson felt lazy, Higs was even prepared to fold up his six foot labourer physique into the space between the two bunks, squatting over Carsons face. Carson had become a born again butt muncher. He was in heaven with his bearded chops chowing down on Higson’s hairy arse hole. Thrusting his lewd tongue up into his cellmate’s body, in so doing, working them both up into an eye popping frenzy.

Carson would be leaking pearly dew drops of pre-cum and the slippery goo made his plunge into Higson’s overheated guts altogether seamless with the flow of the action. Higs bobbing up and down on that pillar of priapus as Carson helplessly spasmed and twitched through the delivery of his baby batter into Higson’s welcoming butt. Practice makes perfect, as they say. Truth to tell, doggy style was more practical in enclosed spaces but as soon as Carson realised how good it felt when Higson shot his own wad, Carson was trying in vain to hold off from coming to make the most of those internal contractions that gripped his cock like a clenching fist.

Either way, the combination of that big bastards balls bouncing on his furry belly and the animal look on Higson’s grimacing features made it well worth fucking this way round. The pair of them barely conscious, out of breath, sweaty, spattered in spunk and saliva, Higson toppling over onto Carson with that hot log still jammed up his arse, their faces so close, forehead to scarred forehead, Carson laughs with boyish pleasure, they both laugh at Higson, still shuddering his orgasm. Carson sticks out his tongue, Higson plunges onto it just as his arse had plunged onto Carson’s cock and they locked into a kiss like neither had felt before. Lust, returned in a way that only another man can. It was like they were devouring one another and laughing into one another’s mouth as they tangled tongues and lips and gasped to recover their breath..

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Going to the Beach Pt. 02

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This part can probably stand alone, but would make more sense if you read Part 1 first!

So, now that the girls were back from “the beach”, I was about to have my “brains fucked out”! I would never have imagined this, just a few days before. Here’s what happened.

Lana and Hanna looked at each other and then at me. Lana spoke up first.

“Well then Eric, you need to go have a seat on the couch. I’ll get us those drinks. Then we’ll let you in on the next part of your reward.”

“OKAAAY! I’m liking this already.”

“We can see that!”, said Hanna as she sat down right beside me, with her eyes glued to my now swelling crotch and that same sultry look on her face. Lana looked over, smiled and licked her lips. She brought over our drinks, handed one to Hanna while still looking at my swelling pants, then sat down on the other side of me.

We chatted for a bit, all 3 of us trying to act “normal” in the very-not-normal situation. I have no recollection of what we talked about. But it must’ve only taken us about 10 minutes to finish our drinks. Hanna said “I think we should all do a shot and then get this party started!”

With that she and Lana got up and went toward the bar. I started to follow and the turned and said, in unison, “Ah, ah, ah, mister!” So, Lana poured 3 generous shots and handed 2 to Hanna, who brought me mine and said, “Here’s to a great evening!” With which, we all downed our shots in one (big) gulp.

We all kind of had that bug-eyed, choking look as the Bourbon burned it’s way down the backs of our throats. Lana was the first to regain her composure and said, “It’s time for us to start a little ‘show’ for you. I planned this part, since I know a about some of your fantasies. When it’s over, Hanna will tell you what she planned next.”

As you can imagine, my cock was about to tear its way out of my boxers and slacks. I just swallowed and said “OK. I hope you two don’t kill me. Somehow that doesn’t really seem all that bad, actually!”

Hanna and Lana, both still standing near me on the couch, placed their cocktail glasses on the end table and turned to face me. They moved over, right in front of me, one on each side of my knees. Then they twisted a bit and Lana reached out and brushed the hair from Hanna’s face, then slid her hand behind the younger girl’s head and pulled her in for a kiss. My GOD, that the hottest thing I had ever seen. I groaned, out loud. They broke off their kiss and kind of smiled at me. Then their hands started roaming all over each other’s scantily clad bodies. Lana knew this was one of my favorite kinds of porn scenes and she was reenacting it for me!

I started to stand up and join in, but Lana just reached over and gave me a gentle shove back onto the sofa. Who was I to object?! The kissing and caressing was HOT AS HELL! They continued and after a few minutes had passed they kind of pulled back a little, looked each other in the eye, nodded very slightly, and began to unbutton each other’s shirt. Hanna slid Lana’s shirt down her arms and completely off. Even though I’d seen them many times before, her bare tits looked fucking amazing. I was mesmerized (wait, I’m supposed to be the hypnotist!) Then it was Lana’s turn. She ever so slowly lowered Hanna’s shirt down her arms until it finally slid to the floor. There, in front of me, were the most beautiful, naked, perky breasts on the entire planet. I’m not sure if this was heaven or hell, just looking at them.

Then it got even more interesting – they began to play with each other’s boobs. I don’t know if either of them had any prior experience with girls, but they both sure seemed to know what they were doing, based upon the little mewing sounds they were both making. I was going to have to investigate that, for sure. Then Lana bent over at the waist and took Hanna’s rock-hard right nipple in her mouth and began to suck and gently nibble on it. That’s when they both began moaning, outright. I let out a bit of moan, too, when I saw Lana’s daisy dukes pull up into her snatch. I could see her bare pussy lips on either side of the darkening fabric. I started to rub my crotch as I stared at the super-erotic scene before me.

That’s when Hanna opened here eyes and once again scolded me “No sir, that’s not for you to do. We will take care of that, when the time…finally…CUMS!” and grinned at her play on words. Then she let out a big moan as Lana had swapped to the left nipple and was gently pulling the right. She swapped back and forth a few times, increasing the intensity just a little, each time. By this time, Hanna was almost growling, and I swear I could see her hips pumping under her short skirt.

Hanna gently pushed Lana away and cupped Lana’s C-cups in her hands and helper her stand up straight. She used her thumbs to massage Lana’s already hard nipples before leaning over and repeating Lana’s performance. As she moved back and forth, Lana started to moan and talk. “Oh god, honey, that feels great!” “Harder, please!” “Eric, I don’t think I can take much more of this” Then, she got very bursa escort quiet and shuddered where she stood. I was pretty sure she just came!

“Oh my god, Hanna, you just made me cum from playing with my tits! I may just be in love with you – TOO!” and after a minute to get her mind working again “Eric, don’t worry about losing me, but you will DEFINITELY need to find out how she did that!”

There I was sitting on the couch, with a hard-on the size of giant cucumber and the hardness of a diamond, watching my wife cum from a gorgeous woman sucking her tits. How could it get any better than this? I was about to find out.

“I need to repay you, too, now Hanna” said Lana as she reached over and began to tug Lana’s short, plaid skirt down over her shapely hips and long legs. “I think I have a really good idea on how.” and with that, she got down on her knees and pulled Lana’s exquisite looking and super-wet pussy right to her waiting lips. I couldn’t see all the details, but from the sounds and expressions Hanna was making, I’m guessing that Lana’s talented tongue was wriggling around her clit and into her pussy. And there I was, still a spectator. In just a few short minutes, Hanna began to breathe faster and faster, then her legs began to shake and finally she let out a long, low groan and started to collapse backwards. Lana turned her a bit and directed her down onto the couch, right beside me.

“That was so incredibly HOT, Lana – I think you are going to need to do that again, sometime.” gasped Hanna, as she continued to twitch and squirm slightly. Now that both girls were naked (except for their shoes), I was hoping that they’d involve me in some of the action. They looked at each other with a new and different kind of expression,

Lana sat down on the other side of me and leaned in for a passionate kiss. Man, was it sexy tasting Hanna’s pussy on Lana’s lips and tongue. It was so overwhelming and erotic that I almost forgot about Hanna being there, until I felt her hands stroking my neck and the back of my head. I pulled Lana across me and directed her freshly glazed lips to Hanna’s waiting mouth. They went at it with about the same level of intensity as Lana and I had.

Hanna pulled free and said “Lana, it is so fucking hot, tasting myself on your lips and feeling the tongue that was just in my pussy in my mouth – but to be honest, I NEED some cock REAL SOON!”

“I know where we can get some…”, replied Lana and they both turned and looked me right in the face and began to kiss me with a level of passion I didn’t know was possible. As soon as one tongue left my mouth, the other entered. When there was no tongue in my mouth, I was treated to an ultra-close-up view of two beautiful women making out like there was no tomorrow. I was in both ecstasy and agony at the same time. Hanna finally pushed them apart and said “Lana, this poor boy is the one that we are supposed to be rewarding, I think we should do just that!”

“You’re right, young lady, we should! Stand up, Stud!” and I did. They both stood on either side of me, between the couch and the oversize ottoman. Lana turned me to face Hanna and reached around my chest and began unbuttoning my shirt, slowly and deliberately. She leaned into my back and whispered in my ear, “Now, I’m going to show our young friend, here, what she’s about to get.” She finally finished the buttons and pulled my shirt back and down, revealing my average looking chest to Hanna. Hanna reached forward and delicately traced lines and circles all over my torso, spending a lot of time on my nipples. Meanwhile, Lana was working on my belt and pants button. While she did this, Hanna leaned in and began to kiss me, again. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock and barely coherent due to blood being diverted to my prick. When Hanna heard the zipper pull down, she broke off our kiss and looked down. Lana ever-so-slowly pulled down my pants, to reveal that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. My rock-hard cock sprung free and bobbed up and down in front of me – almost touching Hanna’s smooth, flat tummy.

After I stepped out of my pants, Hanna looked past me to Lana and said, “May I…?” She replied, “That’s kind of the idea – or at least one of them – go ahead!” With that, Hanna put her impeccably manicured hands on my chest and lightly trailed them slowly down toward my bobbing prick. I must’ve let out a sigh or something, as both women chuckled, but Hanna’s hands continued their journey toward my throbbing erection. Just before she reached the base of my prick, she stopped and looked me straight in the eye. As she slid her hands over my prick, she studied my expression intently. When she reached the head, she wrapped them around my manhood and used one thumb to spread the copious pre-cum around the head while the other began an agonizingly soft, slow stroking motion. I can’t tell you how long this went on because I was on sensory overload. Lana stood behind me, licking my neck and ears and stroking my back and chest, while Hanna slowly stroked altıparmak escort my cock.

Lana grabbed my head and turned it so that she could grind her lips into mine. I could taste the sweet flavor of Hanna’s juices still on her lips. I felt Hanna let go of my prick and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her drop to her knees. Oh god, this was really going to happen! She leaned in and began to lick my cockhead like it was the best ice cream cone she’d ever had. She licked slowly, savoring each new drop of pre-cum. Then she slowly pushed my my throbbing head between her lips. This was incredible, but then, she plunged her head all the way down on my cock till her nose was up against my pelvis and her chin banged into my swollen balls. I almost shot my wad right then. I have no idea how I held off, but I did. She then began to bob her head all the way up and down my prick. Just as she felt me tense up, she slid me out of her mouth and gripped the base of my shaft hard and stopped me from cumming. She did this at least 3 times – oh, that was simply devine agony. She then asked “Lana, do you think he’s ready?” She removed her tongue from my mouth and said “I think he just may be.”

“Are you ready to cum, Eric? Do you want to shoot your sperm into our new best friend’s mouth? Or, do you want to shoot it straight down her throat? I’ll let you two work that out.”

And with that, Hanna went to work in earnest. I hadn’t noticed, since my face was glued to Lana’s lips, that Hanna was not only sucking me, but she had one hand on Lana’s pussy and the other on her own. She began rapidly plunging her head down my shaft, while frigging both Lana’s and her own clit. It only tool about a minute and I knew I was going to blow. I was about to say something when Lana started shaking and holding onto me with a death grip. I knew she was cumming and cumming hard! Moments later Lana plunged down to my base and held it there and let out a giant muffled moan when she came. The exquisite vibrations from that set me off, too. I nearly blacked out as I came from all the stimulation. After I spurted about 3 times, Hanna pulled off my cock and directed the remaining 2 or 3 smaller spurts onto her tongue and lips, still moaning and flicking her button. I think she was still at it with Lana’s clit, too – but I was too far gone to be sure. I figured it out in about 2 minutes when they both began screaming out their next orgasms.

When everyone was done, Hanna got up and kind of made a triangle of the 3 of us and began to French kiss Lana and share my load with her. They both then turned and began to kiss me, sharing it between the 3 of us. Lana had never done that with me before, and neither had any of my previous girlfriends. It was so erotic and the taste and feeling of it wasn’t bad. When we all had our fill, we plopped back down on the couch. I told the girls “I need a glass of water – fluid loss, ya’ know.” and started to get up. They both giggled and pushed me back down and then got up to go get us all some water.

They were gone for a couple of minutes and I started to get curious about what was going on. I got up and went to the kitchen door and saw Lana with her back to me, sitting on the edge of the island. I couldn’t see Hanna anywhere, but I had a pretty good idea where she might be. That was confirmed when Lana moved her hands from behind her to in front and said “Oh yeah, right there!” It was obvious she was holding Hanna’s head in just the right spot. I walked on around the island and behind Hanna. She was bent over at the waist with 3 fingers of one hand buried in Lana’s snatch and her mouth latched onto Lana’s clit. Lana’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back, so she didn’t see me. Hanna was of course oblivious as her head was buried in Lana’s crotch. I was at full staff again and decided that it was probably OK if I took advantage of the situation. So, I did.

I got as close as I could to Hanna, her pussy was opened up and dripping wet. So, I grabbed my now rock hard shaft in one hand and lined up as well as I could. I placed my other hand on Hanna’s hip and thrust my dick into her as far as it would go. It slid all the way into her hot, tight, velvety, wet pussy until my pelvis rested against her firm, beautiful ass. She lifted her head and let out a low, cat-like purr and looked over her shoulder and said “I guess we got a little distracted in here. Go ahead and let me have it! Any way you want to.” When Hanna had stopped assaulting her clit, Lana had opened her eyes and gotten focused on what was going on. She smiled at me and said “Go ahead, do what you want. We are yours tonight.” So, I did. I started to slowly back out of Hanna’s slick hole. I stopped right before I pulled free. She whimpered “Please…” I replied “You get back to making Lana cum like she never has before, and I’ll try to do the same for you.”

Hanna dived right back into Lana’s steaming pussy and just like she did to me, just as she could feel Lana tensing up to cum – she’d stop, wait a few minutes görükle escort and then start again, slowly gaining speed until Lana was about to peak again, and repeat. Meanwhile, I gradually increased the speed and strength of stroking in and out of her fine pussy until I was pounding her for all she (or I) was worth. Right when she was about to cum, I pulled all the way out and left her humping the air. She moaned out “Noooo. Fuck me till I cum!” I told her “Turn about is fair play. You’ll get to cum. When I’m ready.” And I repeated the process. Luckily, I had just blown my load in the other room, so it was going to take me a while to cum. On about the 3rd repeat of my pounding, I couldn’t take it any more – I was going to explode again. “I’m gonna cum, real soon.” I warned Hanna. All I got back from them was a grunt from Hanna and long, sexy moan from Lana as that apparently sent her over the top. Her hips began bucking, legs began shaking and constant flow of her creamy juice was coming out of her inflamed pussy. Lana was lapping it all up, like a cat and milk. She pulled up long enough to say “Cum inside me. I want to feel your hot jizz all up in my pussy!”

That’s all it took. I pounded her like there was no tomorrow and even if there was, who cared! Just as I tensed up, I felt the most amazing waves of contractions in her tunnel of love, causing me to shove my dick as far into her as I could. Finally, I began to cum and cum and cum. Where the hell that came from, God only knows (or Satan?)!

When we were all finally spent, we kind of collapsed on the barstools and caught our breath. I finally made it over to the fridge and got some much needed hydration. I got the girls some, too. We all sat in silence for a minute, just staring at the beads of water condensing on the sides of our water glasses. Lana spoke up first with “Wow! That was intense! I’m not sure I can take much more like that, but hell, if it kills me – I’ll die a happy woman! Are you enjoying your thank you gift, Eric? As if I need to ask!”

“You know it, girls. I NEVER would have imagined this happening. And even it I had, it would have been tame, compared to this. Have you two done this sort of thing before?” They both smiled at me, slowly turned and smiled at each other, and then turned back to me. Lana said, “We may have watched a couple of porn movies in the last day or so to get ideas.” Hanna added, “Maybe even some from your browser history.” with a wink toward Lana.

“You sneaky little bitches, I’m going to have to teach you both a lesson, I believe.” Lana replied “Oh, we saw those porns, too. Some of them were pretty hot! Not sure how I’d feel being in that situation, but it was hot to watch.” Hanna chimed in, a bit sheepishly, “I think it could be pretty fun.” Lana and I looked at each other then back to Hanna, who was actually blushing, all over, even after what we’d just shared. I decided that we might have to check this out in a bit. “You ladies have each had some pussy, but I’ve only had my dick in one. I think it’s time we fix that injustice – don’t you?” They both nodded, vigorously, with Lana chiming in “I SURE do!”

“OK, I want you both to follow me to the bedroom.” and I proceeded down the hall to our master bedroom. “Sit down on the edge of the bed. and close your eyes” They did. I decided that I was going to play a bit of a master/slave game with Hanna since she seemed intrigued with the whole punishment thing. I had something in mind that I figured she would enjoy, too. I went over to Lana and whispered to her “Go get five of my old ties, don’t come out of the closet until I call you.” Lana got up and headed to the master bath and into our closet. I reminded Hanna to keep her eyes closed and to not move until I told her to. I motioned for Lana to come back].

Lana returned with the ties and a smile. I took the widest tie from her and put it over Hanna’s eyes and tied it in the back. I then acted as if I were going to slap her face and she didn’t flinch, so I knew she couldn’t see. I took the others from Lana and in each of them made a loop that could be quickly cinched up with one hand. I handed one to Lana and I kept the others. I slipped it over my hand and onto my forearm. I motioned for Lana to do the same. I told Hanna “Reach out and hold our hands, I’ll be here, just to your right and Lana is beside on your left. Lana and I each grabbed a hand and just held them while I spoke. “Since you were naughty and spied on my private computer, you will need to learn your lesson.” And with that I motioned for Lana to slide her tie onto Hanna’s wrist when I counted to 3 with my fingers. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

As Hanna began to speak I counted 1…2…3 with my fingers and we both slid our loops onto Hanna’s wrists. I grabbed both ties and cinched them up and then pulled them around behind her back. It was so quick that she didn’t have a chance to object. “Now that I have your attention, here’s what’s going to happen. Your punishment, and Lana’s for that matter, will be to have as many orgasms as you can stand. You will have to beg me to stop and then I will consider it. If either of you absolutely want me to stop, just say Xylophone and I’ll stop. But then you will have to watch with NO TOUCHING while the other and I play for the rest of the evening. When I have agreed you both have had enough, we may stop.”

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Neighbour’s Boy

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CW: Non-Con!

All the characters in this story are over 18 years old.

Day 1:

“Dad it’s not fair,” Roger pleaded to his father. “Why are you giving this much authority over to Mr. Nelson. I’m almost nineteen, I am old enough to look after myself.”

“We are doing that for your own good.” His father sharply replied. “And you are only eighteen. That is clearly not old enough for you to understand what’s best for yourself.”

“What does that mean?” That is when Roger noticed his mother getting out with a suitcase. “Mom come on, you have to do something! I can go out and stay with aunt Renee; I could even go to the farm to stay with grandma for a while.”

“Come on now son,” His mother said. “You are making it to be a big deal, when it’s nothing like that. It’s not like he is going to come over and live with you. Mr. Nelson just has a spare key and he can check in on you maybe once every two or three days. That’s it.”

‘It’s a much bigger deal than you guys can imagine!’ Roger thought.

Mrs. Pummel kissed her son on the cheek afterwards. Roger had a sinking feeling in his chest. He knew he couldn’t really have a say in this matter. After all, their house their rules. And his father would be more than happy if he just left the house already.

Roger bent over to pick up the suitcase from his mother. The anticipation of what was coming was the worst part of it all.

“Oh you don’t have to do that.” The mother said. “I can carry it myself.”

“Come now Shay,” The father urged. “It’s seven already, we’re going to be late.”

“It’s nothing mom.” Roger answered his mother as he felt lightheaded and slightly out of breath just thinking about Phil Nelson. The man that forcefully took away his anal virginity a couple of months ago. The man that was sneaking in the house and made him act out all sorts of perverted fantasies ever since. The sexual favours Roger performed for this older man was escalating further and Roger was losing sight of his future.

He felt like the last nail in the coffin was planted securely as his parents told him that they were about to go on a Europe tour for a month. And the man that was in charge of his supervision was the same man that discharged his semen in Roger’s mouth a night ago.

He noticed his father waiting in front of their ride to the airport and started walking. At that moment, his mother held him by the shoulder from behind and spoke up.

“Aww come on honey, don’t be sad.” She could clearly see the signs of distress on her son’s face. “We didn’t mean to be strict with you like that. But,” After a brief pause she said, “Honey, we found your weed stash!”

“What?” Roger almost screamed.

“I know!” She sounded sympathetic. “Your father found it in the garage. He was so mad!”

‘But I don’t even smoke weed!’ Was what Roger wanted to scream out.

But he knew no one would believe him. There were only three people living in the house. It’s not like another person could sneak in from the back door and plant some weed in the garage just for his father to find. His parents would never believe him over their long time neighbour and friend. The friend that was probably waiting for them to leave right at this moment.

And he was right. As soon as he walked out of the front door, he noticed the man next door waving his father goodbye. Then his mother noticed the man and she waved him goodbye too.

The tall, fat, bald man was still wearing his sleeping gown. Roger wondered about the penis of that man. He had been doing that quite a lot lately. Roget wondered if it was hard or soft, did he wash it or not. Surely it was smelly this early in the morning. The smell that he was forced to inhale almost made him pass out. The beer gut could not be hidden with any clothing, no matter how loose it was. Every part of the body of that man seemed fat, that is until you touch him. The fat legs of his helps him fuck Roger for oh so long; the well-formed arms help him hold Roger’s arms, and sometimes throat, if he acts out.

“Goodbye honey,” His mother’s voice broke him out of his trance. “Be good to Mr. Nelson.”

“Yes,” His father finally said. “Don’t get into any trouble while we’re out. Phil there can contact us at any moment, and you will be in so much trouble young man!”

“I,” Roger didn’t know what to say. The apathy his father showed towards him at that point broke a little part of him inside. ‘All because of some weed!’ “Um, have a safe journey. Love you, mom, dad!”

“Oh we love you too!” his mother said before his father rushed her inside the car.

As the car drove away, Roger felt something trying to crawl out of his stomach but getting stuck in his throat. His heart rate was through the roof and he felt like he was about to faint right there in front of the house.

‘Maybe if I pass out, Mr. Nelson will help me inside the house. Then he would probably fuck me even if I am unconscious.’ Roger thought as he made his way to the front door of the house. Then he looked over to the next house bursa sınırsız escort and saw Phil Nelson was not there.

He didn’t know if he should be relieved or anxious about the absence of that man. It might mean he was already entering through the back door of the house to enter his own back door. Roger then properly locked the door from the inside. Then he hung his head in shame as he remembered that the neighbour already had a spare key and could walk in the house at any moment from the front door!

He just stood there with his head against the door for a minute, expecting Mr. Nelson to walk in. When it didn’t happen, Roger went inside and sat down on the living room sofa. The neighbour didn’t show up as Roger drifted off into sleep.

His tiresome brain had him dream of Mr. Nelsons penis. He had gotten quite familiar with the appendage. The dream was so vivid that he thought the cockhead was shining right in front of his face. So he acted on his newly learned instincts and opened his mouth only to wake up in the empty living room.

He checked the time and it was half past nine. He had fallen asleep for quite a while and felt tired as he got up to walk to the kitchen. For the next month it would be either take outs or whatever he could prepare for himself.

The thought of making breakfast didn’t seem appealing to him, so he ordered food online. Then after going up to check on the money his parents had left him, he realized that he couldn’t order food all the time. He would have to be very stingy with the money if he was to survive the whole month on it.

When the food came and Roger was walking inside, he heard a slight rustle on the back door. It was ten o clock, and his anticipation had come to fruition. He still had the take out package on his hand when Mr. Nelson came into view.

“Oh my,” The older man said. “You’re having breakfast late! You could have called me and I could have prepared something for you.”

These mind games were what was messing up Roger in the head. This is the same man that forcefully had sex with him. The same man that blackmailed into keep up the sexual relationship. But now he was talking to Roger as a lover that was concerned about his health.

“Why?” Roger felt like crying. “Why would you,” Roger fumbled to find his words. “Why would they.”

“Shhh.” Mr. Nelson was right in front of him, caressing his left cheek and right shoulder. “Everything is all right”

Roger felt like melting away but kept resisting with the last of his strength.

“No, nothing’s all right.” Roger screamed. “Everything is fucked; this whole situation is fucked.”

“It might seem that way. But I can’t let you deny who you are anymore.” The hand from his right shoulder started fondling his nipples over his shirt. “You’ll thank me one day. Besides, you don’t want to disrupt this wonderful tour for your parent do you? Who knows, this might be the thing that saves their marriage.” There was a scoff.

Roger almost dropped his breakfast to the ground, but Mr. Nelson was ready for that and caught it.

“Come now, I know exactly how to make you feel better.” He led Roger to the living room.

While sitting down on the couch, Mr. Nelson pushed Roger down on his knees. Now Roger was just sitting in front of the fully clothed older man between his legs. Mr. Nelson held intense eye contact while Roger looked away from time to time. It took him less than a minute, but Roger let out a sigh and started unzipping the pants of the man above. Roger then looked up and noticed the triumphant smile from the older man.

Then there it was. The cock Roger was dreaming about an hour ago. Right in front of him. And he gave it a kiss. The feel of the meaty head was getting more and more endearing to Roger. He was slightly afraid that this cock was on its way to change him forever. But his fear was not great enough for him to stop sucking the dick.

Roger was trained well by Mr. Nelson as he started going to work. He used his mouth and both hands to keep every part of the dick and the glorious balls stimulated at all times. He tried keeping eye contact but saw the older man had his head leaned back from the pleasure.

“My god you’re a natural.” The man said as he held Roger’s head with both hands. “I’m going to cum now. Where do you want it?”

“Um,” Roger knew what to say but he hesitated.

“You better say it the way I taught you boy.”

“In my mouth!”

Right at that moment, Mr. Nelson slapped his face.

“In my mouth daddy!”

This time he was slapped on another cheek.

“Please daddy, I want you to cum in my face. I want to taste it; I can’t live without it.”

Mr. Nelson then stood up and fucked Rogers throat while holding his head. It didn’t take him long to cum straight down his throat.

“There, wasn’t that nice?”

Roger didn’t know how to answer that.

“Since you got a nice appetizer, time for your breakfast.”

Roger stood up to go to bursa escort bayan the washroom and wash his face before breakfast. But the neighbour caught him on his way.

“It’s right here,” He pointed to the box. “No need to go to the kitchen.”

He knew what the older man was implying, and he was stripped out of any will to protest. The taste of the cum was still in his mouth and he felt like it was about to stay there for the rest of the month.

Mr. Nelson left the house and came back later with a bag. Roger guessed that the man wasn’t planning to leave the house at all while his parents were away.

They had lunch together and Mr. Nelson said that they should watch some movies together. Roger didn’t object and the older man brought out a hard drive and connected it with their TV. They were both clothed as they sat next to each other. After a while, Roger realized the entire hard drive was filled with pornographic videos.

Mr. Nelson opened up a folder named resurrection and started playing a video. It was an amateur video of a much older and stronger man pinning down someone younger. There was a lot of struggling and the dom threatened the twink that he wouldn’t get any lube if he didn’t stop resisting. The resistance quelled for a while but the forceful penetration made the younger man squirm and try to get away. What happened next was pure domination of one man by another. The older man held the younger man’s hands tightly and kept fucking and telling him how he had no way out. The younger man was forced to declare his ass to the older man.

‘This is!’ Roger remembered his encounter with his neighbour from a month ago. Then he looked at the man sitting next to him. The older man had a smile on his face knowing the realization just hit Roger.

‘What a fucking perv!’ Roger thought. ‘He is living out his sexual fantasies with me!’

Mr. Nelson then pulled Roger closer to him and started fondling his nipples. Another video started, this one with the same theme of domination and submission. Mr. Nelson then slowly started jerking Roger off. In his already dwindling mind, Roger let go of his control and let the older man have his way.

He lost track of time as video after video started playing. The man had different folders with weird names that somehow followed some fucked up theme. The folder titled engines was about incest, and it seemed to be the largest folder compared to others. Mr. Nelson slowly peeled off his clothes over time, but roger was too horny to even care about that.

Roger was completely weak and didn’t know what was about to happen when he heard the older man say, “Do you want to cum boy?”

That question made him realize that the older man was edging him for a while. He quickly looked and noticed that it was seven o clock. He was on the edge for more than three hours.

“Ungh … yesss!” Was his response.

“Come over here.” Phil Nelson had to help Roger up and had him sit on his lap. Roger felt like he was about to fall over before the man slowly pushed his dick inside. That made him jump up, but the pain that he used to feel was almost non-existent.

He then slowly started fucking Roger in the ass as the pleasure was slowly burning him from the inside. The result of all that teasing came up and he ejaculated all over the older man’s chest and stomach.

Roger then fell flat on the older man’s lap with the entire hard dick inside of him.

“Cum inside me daddy!” Roger whispered. “Fill your boy up with your spunk.”

Roger was way too intoxicated in pleasure to realize the dick inside of him was pulsating like crazy and semen would start to leak out of his ass as soon as it was out of him.

“You came with just my dick inside you boy.” Mr. Nelson said. “There is no going back now.”

‘I … no! That doesn’t … my life would be ruined!’ was what Roger was thinking about, but what he said was completely different.

“Thank you daddy!” Was Roger’s response.

Roger collapsed and passed out right after the dick was out of his ass.

Phil nelson caressed the back of the boy that just passed out on his lap. He knew he pretty much had the boy addicted to the feeling of a dick inside him. The older man slowly got up and laid Roger down on the couch.

He admired the eighteen-year-old body for a while before deciding to carry him to a bed. He put the kid through a lot, so he deemed that Roger deserved rest.

Two Months Earlier:

Roger Pummel was having trouble cleaning up the gunk from the small deck on the pool in their backyard. Even late in the afternoon, it was pretty hot outside. So he decided to only wear his boxer briefs to get the job done.

It was his parent’s 20-year wedding anniversary and they were expected to come home pretty late. So Roger wanted to make himself feel useful by cleaning up the pool in their backyard.

The only person that could even get a view of the backyard was his old neighbour Phil Nelson. The man was in his nilüfer escort early fifties living alone after his youngest son left the house for college. His wife died seven years ago and the man knew Roger ever since he was little.

So roger didn’t think too much of it when he rolled his boxer up to the point where his balls were almost poking out. The only thing that stopped him from going completely nude was the thought of getting his cock dirty. He had been cleaning it for more than an hour and it had left him sufficiently tired and hungry.

What he didn’t know was that he had a viewer for the last hour that saw his body on work getting increasingly sweaty all over. Phil Nelson was jerking off thinking of doing the unthinkable to the hot young body. The same elderly neighbour Roger discarded before practically going nude in the backyard, the same man that used to buy him coke whenever he visited their household.

Right when Roger was done with his handiwork and was about to go inside, he saw someone approaching their shared fence. He didn’t have much time to think before the man came up.

“Hey there!” Mr. Nelson looked down and said. “Whoah, what do we have here.”

“Oh it’s nothing,” Roger nervously forced himself to laugh. “I was just cleaning the place a little, now I’m about to go inside and take a shower.”

“There’s no need to get inside to clean yourself.” Phil Nelson said as he walked to the edge of the fence. “You can just dive in the pool and swim a little.”

“Oh I’m too tired for a swim right now.”

What Mr. Nelson did next shocked the eighteen year old boy. The elder man held one hand on the fence and easily jumped over to his backyard.

“Oh my,” The older man said as he kept walking closer to Roger. “It was too much work for such a fragile young body. Come now, I can give you a massage to help you get relaxed.”

“Oh no, I don’t want to bother you now.”

“Come now, does it look like I would be bothered.” Phil Nelson was hoping the younger man would notice his half-mast boner, but Roger was too nervous to notice anything. “The sun’s still out, come lay on your back and I will give you a nice and relaxing massage.”

Roger was intimidated by the larger man so he decided to just do what he was told. He would later learn that this one decision was the turning point in his life. Phil Nelson just figured out how submissive the boy really was and he decided to make the boy completely his; in mind and body.

“Boy you tucked your underwear to make it look like a thong right there.” Mr. Nelson remarked. “And you’re completely hairless. Late bloomer I see!”

“Huh, it’s so hot out here you know!” Roger didn’t want to explain his hairlessness.

“It sure is son. It sure is.” The older man took his shirt off at that moment. Roger saw the top half of the temple he would be worshipping from then on for the first time. By conventional standard, the torso was not attractive. There were sizable man boobs and a beer gut poking out. Grey and black hair all over his body.

Roger froze up when the older man put his hands on his shoulders. His entire body was on top of Roger as he massaged his shoulders. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Where do you want me to go next?”

“Um.” Roger felt something was off about the whole thing and just wanted to get out of the situation.

“It’s alright, I’ll just follow the regular procedure. You don’t have to say a thing.”

Then Mr. Nelson pulled out a bottle of massage oil out of his pocket.

‘What the … did he have that in his pocket before coming here?’

He poured a lot of it on his chest and rubbed his entire torso with the thing. While doing so, he spent an uncomfortably long amount of time near the waist and the chest area. The man circled around his hairless areola for a long while before rubbing the nipples. Roger let out involuntary moans as he was being stimulated in that area.

“Yes!” The older man said. “You see? I know just how to make you feel good.”

The man then started massaging his feet and slowly but surely making his way to his crotch. He rubbed his fingers under the underwear and it was evident that the penis was hard underneath. With one quick motion, Mr. Nelson pulled the underwear down and the penis was free.

“Whoops! My bad, usually people just have a towel in this area.” He said as he softly touched the erect penis. “That’s why it was hard for me to work around the place. But don’t worry about it, it’s a completely natural reaction.”

“Mr. Nelson, I don’t think we should …”

“Shh, just let it happen!”

“But my parents,”

“They won’t be home for a long time. They told me so.”

“But still,”

Roger stopped talking, not because of what Mr. Nelson said, but because of what he did. The older man was now holding the hard dick of the teenager lying down. He then slowly started rubbing the cock up and down.

“Close your eyes boy.”

Roger obliged and soon lost himself in the pleasure of his sex organ that he was hoping to fuck women with. It wasn’t long before he was moaning. It felt oh so wrong with the person that was giving him the pleasure, but Roger lost himself in the moment.

“Tell when you’re about to cum boy.” The man commanded.

And in less than a minute later, Roger announce in between his moans. “I’m about to cum, oh my … noooooo.”

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Mrs. Dubois , The Babysitter

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It was late on a Saturday morning and the curses and banging noises she heard coming from the living room were clue enough for Karen Dubois that her husband Adam had risen at long last.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she heaved a long suffering sigh.

It was hardly surprising that he should have slept in so late considering how long they’d stayed at that Christmas party the night before, or that he should be feeling more than a little under the weather this morning what with how much he’d had to drink. Getting him a glass of tap water and a bottle of the strongest painkillers they kept in the house, she headed for the next room to see what was left of her spouse.

As she walked into the room, she was expecting to find him sprawled in a limp heap in his favorite chair with all of the lamps switched off and the blinds drawn against the glare of morning sunlight reflecting off the blanket of snow outside. Adam would be moaning and groaning over the hangover he simply had to be suffering through, she was certain, and would be vehemently swearing off booze for probably the hundredth time. Karen was stopped in her tracks though when she found a surprising scene.

The blinds were drawn all right and the only lights lit were the ones blinking merrily on the Christmas tree, but her husband was not in his overstuffed recliner. Instead, he was up on unsteady legs and hunched over their entertainment center, fiddling with the digital video recorder connected to their television.

“Adam?”

She had certainly not been shouting or anything, but he still cringed, recoiling from the sound of her voice. “Softly, honey,” he pleaded in a whimper.

She obliged him by lowering her voice. “I’ve got some medicine for you. What are you doing over there?”

He didn’t answer for a moment, bracing himself against the entertainment center as a wave of dizziness struck him, vigorously suppressing the accompanying nausea. “Well, you know how I’ve been worried about that girl Lacey . . .”

She groaned, the volume of her voice involuntarily rising in her frustration.

“Damn it, Adam! How many times do we have to talk about this? She’s a good girl from a good family. If she was anything less, do you really believe I would trust her with our daughter’s safety?”

He staggered away from the entertainment center, clutching the remote control in his hand. “I know how fond you are of her, Karen, and I do agree that she seems to be taking good care of Daisy when she comes over to babysit, but why not be absolutely sure?” Falling into his recliner with a grunt, he had to work desperately to keep anything from coming up.

A tiny, secret smile appeared on the wife’s face, suggesting that fond might not be the right word for how she felt about that babysitter, but Adam was far too ill right now to notice it.

Once he was reassured that the contents of his belly were going to stay where they were, Karen’s husband thought to ask, “Where is Daisy, by the way?”

“Over at the Patterson’s playing with her friend Becca.” She walked over to stand by his chair, glaring at him even as she set the pills and the water down next to him.

It was a mercy for both Adam and their daughter that the girl was gone, she knew. Her husband would never have survived having a rambunctious preteen running around the house right now, and Daisy certainly did not need to have to see her daddy when he was in this kind of state.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself and lowering her voice again, Karen told him, “Look, I know you just can’t make yourself believe that Lacey is as good and decent a girl as she seems for some stupid reason, or that she must be abusing or neglecting our child or maybe stealing stuff from us. Considering that nothing has ever gone missing though, and considering that we’ve never found so much as a scratch or bruise on Daisy, why can’t you just accept that you’re being stupid and paranoid?”

“You may be right, Karen,” he replied, reaching for the pills and glass of water, “but why not be absolutely sure?” Adam took his medicine with only a sip of water, but it was still almost enough to make him heave up all over himself.

“I already am sure,” she informed him coolly, “but I can’t imagine what it will take to convince you.”

“That’s just it, honey. I’ve finally figured out a way to find out what exactly happens in this house when we’re not home.” His hand was shaking just a bit as he pointed across the room.

She looked over at the bookshelves with a lost expression, wondering what on earth he could be talking about. There was something different about what she was seeing, but it took her a few moments to figure out what it was. “Where did that clock come from?”

“I ordered it online. It’s one of those nanny cam things and has a tiny little camera hidden in it! All I had to do was connect it to our DVR and it should have recorded everything that happened in this room last night.”

Adam was very carefully considering aksaray escort the remote control he was gripping in one hand, trying to figure out which button was which, so he didn’t notice how his wife went very pale at this revelation.

“What!?”

Her husband reacted instantly to that exclamation, whimpering miserably and waving an urgent hand to get her to turn the volume of her voice back down.

“Softly please, honey. Softly.”

Karen’s knees had suddenly grown very weak and she needed to quickly brace herself against the wall to keep herself from staggering. “How could you do something like that?” she demanded.

“Oh, I know I should have told you about it,” he admitted after his moment of distress subsided, “but I guess I was just too afraid to. Your so very fond of this girl that I figured you’d try to talk me out of it or maybe even try to forbid me from getting the nanny cam. I could almost imagine you even taking her aside and warning her that the camera was there!”

Karen’s mouth was moving, but nothing comprehensible was coming out. She could only watch with great alarm as her husband switched on the TV, quickly dialing the volume way down, and then turned on the DVR.

“No!” she pleaded desperately. “We can’t watch this!”

He gave her a quizzical look. “Why not?”

“Because . . . because . . .” Karen’s mind was racing as she tried to come up with some plausible reason why they shouldn’t watch this recording. “Because it’s spying! We don’t have any right to invade Lacey’s privacy like this!”

“She’s in our house, getting paid to look after our daughter, honey,” Adam reminded her. “It’s not like she can sue us or anything. I don’t think she can, anyway . . .” Using the remote, he opened up the recorder’s menu to find what the camera had captured.

His wife was becoming increasingly frantic, knowing as she did exactly what that secret camera must have seen happen in this room the previous night. “But I am absolutely sure that Lacey didn’t do anything wrong last night!” she insisted anxiously. “There’s no reason at all for us to watch this!”

He moved the cursor on the screen until it highlighted what he wanted to watch. “Calm down, honey. I know it’s all seems a bit voyeuristic, but just remember that it’s in a good cause. We’re simply making sure that our daughter is being cared for properly.”

Karen was getting a sinking feeling, knowing that there was nothing that she could do or say that would keep her husband from watching this. ‘Yes, but . . .”

Even in his sorry state, Adam managed to chuckle a little at what seemed like a huge overreaction from his wife. Hitting the play button, he told her, “If you’re right about this girl, I’m sure I’ll sleep a whole lot better at night after I’ve seen this.”

His wife was trembling now though, actually wincing as the recording started to play on the TV screen.

Adam had obviously switched his little spy camera on right after Lacey arrived on their doorstep as the very first thing to appear on the screen was him walking across the living room to let the eighteen year old girl in out of the frosty night. The only thing to see here however was his wife and daughter greeting the girl in the friendliest manner possible while he eyed her cautiously, so he went ahead and hit the fast forward button.

Given that he and his wife had stayed out for about three hours the previous night, Adam was not about to try to sit there and watch this in real time, especially not in the condition he was in, so he would make good use of that fast forward button that morning, switching back to normal speed every so often.

As they progressed through the evening, all that ever materialized on the television screen seemed perfectly innocent. They were able to watch as Lacey played with Daisy, read her stories, and generally cared for her like she was her own child. Never once did she abuse, neglect, or molest her tiny charge. When the hour they had specified as their daughter’s bedtime eventually arrived, they were able to watch as the babysitter put the child to bed just as she promised she would. Since Lacey could not possibly have known that she was being spied on, Adam had to grudgingly admit that she was taking very good care of his little girl.

While the husband clearly liked what he was seeing, it was odd that the wife seemed to be getting more and more alarmed by the moment.

Now came the second part of the night, when Lacey merely had to hold down the fort until Mr. and Mrs. Dubois came home. With nobody there to see what she was doing, now was the time when Adam thought she might be tempted to get into things she shouldn’t and maybe even swipe some stuff, but it simply didn’t happen. What their babysitter mostly did was watch a little TV and do a little reading. The handful of times she actually did disappear from the screen, it was very obvious that Lacey had just paid a visit to the bathroom, gone into the kitchen for something escort bayan istanbul to drink, or peeked into Daisy’s room to make sure she was all right. Yet again, Adam could not deny the evidence and was forced to admit that the teenager was doing nothing wrong.

Since everything they were seeing seemed to exonerate Lacey and prove that she well deserved the high opinion Karen held of her, one might have imagined that the housewife would have started to relax now, to calm back down.

If anything though, the opposite was true. Karen seemed to be growing more anxious and agitated by the moment! Given that Adam was so completely focused on battling the misery of his hangover and keeping an eye on what was happening on the screen, it was probably understandable that he should not have been aware of what was happening right beside him, but oddly enough his wife looked like she was right on the verge of a panic attack.

“Please turn it off now, honey,” she pleaded in a hoarse voice, wondering if she could get away with snatching that remote control away if he refused. “This is about when we came home last night. It’s obvious that she didn’t do anything. Can you just turn this off now?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he agreed, raising the remote to his face and studying it so carefully that his eyes crossed as he looked for the stop button. “It looks like I was completely wrong about that girl, doesn’t it?” He even managed a chuckle. “Once again, you’re right and I’m wrong.”

As he took his time about figuring out which button to push, the nausea seeming to rise dangerously whenever he tried to concentrate, the video naturally continued to play. Seeing her front door swing open on the screen to admit herself and her husband had Karen all set to snatch that remote right out of Adam’s hand and switch it off herself, but she hesitated when he seemed to find that elusive button at last.

“Oh, there it is!”

The Adam on the television meanwhile was giggling over nothing and singing “The Little Drummer Boy” in a drunken slur as he was almost dragged into the house by his clearly annoyed wife. Lacey came over to help immediately, assisting Karen in dragging the plastered man across the room and then propelling him onto the couch.

“Thank you, dear,” the Karen on the screen told her babysitter. “Would you mind keeping an eye on him for a minute or two? I’m going to put him to bed and I just want to make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble while I get everything ready for him.”

“Sure,” Lacey answered with a smile. “We’ll just wait right here, won’t we Mr. Dubois?”

Adam was still singing tunelessly and almost missed what had been said, but finally responded with, “Hmm? Oh, sure. Okay.” As Karen walked out of the room, rubbing her sore and aching muscles after having had to practically carry her husband back home, Adam almost started singing again, this time about Frosty the Snowman.

Lacey shushed him quickly. “Daisy’s asleep, Mr. Dubois.”

He gave her an owlish look. “Huh?”

“Your daughter, sir. She’s sound asleep right now, so we have to stay very quiet or we might wake her up.”

“Oh, okay.”

Adam did stop singing then, but kept his eyes firmly on the teenager who was sitting next to him on the couch, studying her intently. Glancing around the room exaggeratedly to make sure his wife was not around, he leaned in close to her and spoke in what he mistakenly imagined was a whisper. “Hey, you know what . . . eh . . .”

Though she recoiled a bit from the stench of alcohol on his breath, the girl still managed to provide the name he’d forgotten with a patient smile. “Lacey.”

“Yeah, that’s right! Lacey! Anyway, you know what?”

“What?”

He gave her a leer, making a big show of looking her up and down. “You really are a hot little piece of ass. How about you give me a nice blow job while my wife isn’t looking? I’ll make it worth your while.”

The real Adam was stunned and horrified to realize that he’d made a pass at the babysitter while drunk, acutely aware that his wife was standing beside him right now and that she would certainly be furious to hear him proposition a teenaged girl. He was now desperate to push that stop button, but in his panic he kept hitting the wrong button.

In the meantime, the Adam on the television screen was reaching back to clumsily grab for his wallet, looking to throw a wad of cash at her if she would suck his dick, but Lacey caught his arm and stopped him before he could even find his back pocket.

“I am not going to give you a blow job,” she informed him, keeping a smile on her face and her tone even and friendly in the hopes of keeping this from turning into an ugly confrontation, “and just because you’re drunk out of your mind right now, I’m not going to kick you in the nuts for saying that. Fair enough?”

Her boss seemed utterly unfazed at this warning, the big smile on his face not faltering for a moment. “Was that a no?”

“That escort was a no,” she affirmed, rising from the couch and taking a step away from him.

“You’re loss, babe,” he told her with a smirk, not making any effort to rise and follow her. “Hey, how about showing me your tits, then? I’ve always liked them, you know.”

Whatever Lacey might have said or done in response to this suggestion was lost since that was when Karen walked back into the room. Seeing his wife, Adam put his finger to his lips and shushed the teenager quickly before falling over across the couch cushions, laughing loudly and foolishly.

Still trying to figure out how to switch off this recording, the real Adam was by now reduced to just punching buttons blindly on the remote control. He still wasn’t managing to do anything to prevent his wife from seeing him make an ass of himself though, so they had to watch as thr Karen on the TV dragged her husband back up to his feet and led him out of the room and off to bed.

Lacey lingered in the living room, no doubt waiting to get paid for that evenings work, but when Karen reappeared on the screen, her real counterpart could stand it no longer. Snatching the remote control away from her fumbling spouse at last, the housewife stabbed the off button so hard that it was a wonder that she didn’t drive her finger right through the little gadget.

As the screen went dark at long last, a tense and uncomfortable silence fell over the living room.

Naturally enough, Adam was absolutely convinced that his wife was ready to kill him right now and couldn’t even bring himself to look up at her.

In truth though, Karen was not really focused on punishing her husband for his drunken antics. If he had only been able to face her, he might have noticed that she was even more relieved than he was that the tape had at last been stopped. She was struggling to control her pounding heart and get her breathing to slow down before she hyperventilated, her whole body still shaking as she gripped the remote tightly.

“Um . . . I’m really, really sorry about that, honey,” Adam muttered at length, struggling to find the words.

Karen glanced at him in surprise. “Huh?”

“I hope you know that it was just the booze talking, sweetheart. I would never really . . . well . . . you know . . .”

It took his wife a few moments to pull herself out of her own concerns and realize what he was apologizing for. As she suddenly realized that he would never want to see this video again since it showed him hitting on their babysitter, she was finally able to relax, almost slipping down to her knees as all of the tension abruptly left her body. She was so happy in fact that it proved quite hard for her to put the appropriate disapproving scowl on her face, much less give her voice an irritated edge.

“We can talk about this later,” she told him, fighting to keep the corners of her mouth from curling up. “Right now, why don’t you go back to bed and rest until you’ve gotten rid of that hangover. The last thing I want to do right now is have to clean your puke off my carpet.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded, pushing himself back out of his recliner weakly and made his way back towards the bedroom. Even as he disappeared from sight, she could hear him muttering to himself, “I am never drinking again . . .”

Karen waited until she could see and hear him no more, waited a moment or two longer just to be sure, then almost danced with joy across her living room.

She had narrowly dodged a bullet this morning and knew it.

Thank God her husband had been drunk enough and stupid enough to make those indecent advances towards their babysitter, she reflected. Thank God he had been so very anxious to stop the recording at that point and wouldn’t ask her any questions about why she had been even more desperate to put an end to it. Thank God he was so wrapped up in his own guilt and misery that he had really not even noticed how she was responding to all of this.

Had that recording gone on for even a moment longer . . .

Making absolutely sure that every last trace of the recording they had been watching was erased from the DVR forever, she pitched the remote control away and threw herself into her husband’s recliner with a huge and ecstatic sigh.

Closing her eyes, she thought back to what happened the night before, remembering what it was she had been trying so hard to keep from her husband.

* * *

Having unceremoniously dumped her husband into his bed, Karen paused only long enough to give him an irritable frown before turning her back on him. Moving down the hall, Karen next peeked in to make sure her daughter was all right, most of her irritation melting away as she considered the sleeping child. Only then did Karen then make her way back to the living room where the babysitter was still waiting for her.

“Thanks for everything, Lacey,” she told the girl, giving her the money she was owed and a little more as a thank you for helping her with her husband. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me tonight.”

Lacey put the cash away, but did not seem to be in any hurry to leave. “You know,” she announced casually, “your husband was hitting on me just now.”

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It had started out as such a great day, I was only two seconds off my best time during swim practice, and my best time broke the school record for the 200-meter freestyle. After, Mrs. Welsh, my swim team coach, congratulated me on my time she sent me to the showers. “You’ll have no problem against South Miami next week Jess,” she said as she showed me my time on her stopwatch. I got out of my wet swimsuit and showered off. When I was done I wrapped myself in my big fluffy white towel and stepped into the locker room and went to my locker. When I got to my locker I dropped my towel and pulled out my fresh clothes. I caught a glimpse of myself in the floor to ceiling mirror and stopped to check myself out for a minute. Looking at my body no one would ever guess I was 18, at 4’11” I looked more like twelve year old with tits. I shaved off all my body hair and with my 32A breasts there wasn’t much to suggest I was actually an adult and not a preteen.

My black hair hung wetly from my head and went just past my shoulders. I had the typical swimmer’s build, in other words, zero body fat, but I also worked out a lot in the school gym so my body was well toned and had good muscle definition. I even have six pack abs, my pride and joy really. I loved to show them off with cropped shirts, and I even got my belly button pierced to draw more attention to them. My second best feature, in my opinion, was my bright blue eyes. Everyone is always telling me how pretty they are. I dried myself off and started getting dressed. I slipped on my black satin string bikini underwear and then I put on my black sports bra, it had a racer style back just like my swimsuit. After that I pulled on a pair of gray and blue striped track pants, the ones that button up the sides, and lastly I put on my navy blue school swim team t-shirt, I had it tied in the back of course so it would show off my abs, and finally, I put on a pair of white ankle socks and my sneakers before packing all my wet stuff into my bag and heading out.

I saw my boyfriend’s car parked in the senior’s parking lot and thought he was waiting for me, but when I got to his car and looked through the window I saw him with Emily Fernandez and they were going at it hot and heavy. I was devastated! I ran back to my own car before either of them saw me, and headed for the only place I could think of, my best friend Jenny’s house. I parked my car in her driveway and with tears pouring down my face I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. A minute or two later I heard the door being unlocked and Jenny’s mother greeted me through the open door, “Oh! Hi Jessica. What’s wrong?” she asked her voice full of concern.

“Hi. Ms. Tyler. Is Jenny home?” I asked between sniffles.

“No honey, I’m sorry. She just left to spend the weekend with her father about fifteen or twenty minutes ago,” she said.

“O-o-oh, I forgot that was this weekend,” I stammered and then exploded in tears again.

“Oh, Honey. Don’t cry,” she said trying to soothe me. “Why don’t you come in and tell what’s wrong? Maybe I can help,” Ms Tyler suggested.

“N-no. I-its ok. I d-don’t want to bother you,” I stuttered through my sobs.

“Jessica you aren’t a bother and never have been. Now come inside and tell all me about what’s got you so upset.”

I gave a defeated nod and tried to regain my composure while she stood aside to make room for me as I stepped through the doorway. As Ms. Tyler closed and locked the door behind me, I made my way to her family room. I was intimately familiar with her house because I had more or less spent half my life here ever since she and Jenny moved here our freshman year of high school. I sat down on her soft black leather couch and curled my legs under me. A couple of minutes later Ms. Tyler joined me in the family room with a couple of glasses of coke and ice.

“I thought you might like something to drink,” she said as she handed me one of the glasses before sitting down on the couch next to me.

“Thank you,” I said as I took the glass from her and then took a long sip to wash down my tears.

“Now, tell me what happened,” she said as she gently pulled a lock of my long black hair from my face.

I took a deep breath to steady myself and then I told her, “After I left swim practice I caught Mark making out with Emily Fernandez in his car in the parking lot.” I was proud of myself for not bursting into tears as recounted what happened for her.

“I see. Well that certainly explains why you’re so upset,” she said and pulled me into a deep hug. “I don’t know why Mark would want to be with that hoochie when he already had you.”

“He’s been getting frustrated with me a lot lately because I won’t let him get into my pants,” I said matter of factly.

“Figures. Guys always let their little head do the thinking for them when it comes to girls,” Ms. Tyler said.

“I guess,” I said half-heartedly.

“Do they know you saw them?” She asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” I told her.

“So what are you going to do about it?” Ms. Tyler asked.

“I’m taksim escort going to dump his cheating ass,” I said with a touch of venom.

“Good for you,” Ms. Tyler said encouragingly.

“I guess. If I let him have sex with me he probably wouldn’t have cheated on me though,” I said despairingly.

“Bullshit! If he loved you he wouldn’t have cheated on you. And if he didn’t then he should’ve had enough respect for you and your relationship to be honest with you. He didn’t have to cheat on you. You know that’s why I divorced Jenny’s father right?” she told me.

“Yeah. I don’t know the details, just that he had an affair and that you divorced him,” I said.

“I hired a private investigator after I found another woman’s perfume on his clothes. It turned out that not only was he having sex with one of the girls he worked with, but he was also picking up women at bars and taking them to motels for sex,” Ms. Tyler said.

“Oh wow. That’s fucked up. I mean, that’s messed up Ms. Tyler,” I said.

“You were right the first time, it’s fucked up. Anyway the P.I. gave me a tape that showed him having sex with about ten different women over a one month period. I knew things were going downhill with us for a long time, but I never thought he’d cheat on me like that. With one woman maybe, but with ten in a month? Never! And most of those women were one night stands, so God only knows how many women he’d fucked before I found out,” She sighed. ” Mark is just as big a fool as Dan was and still is.”

“I’m sorry Ms. Tyler,” I said.

“Don’t be. That was a long time ago, and I’ve been better off ever since,” she said with an encouraging smile.

“Its just that I thought he loved me!” I blurted out and without any warning I burst into tears again.

Ms. Tyler pulled me to her and hugged me tight to her body as she rubbed and patted my back doing her best to comfort me in my grief. She kissed me lightly on my forehead and softly said, “Shhhhh, it’ll be ok.” She repeated this over and over again kissing my forehead between each repetition. That’s when it happened, that’s when both of our lives changed, I looked up and was about to say something to her at the same time she was leaned down to give my forehead another kiss, but instead of kissing my forehead her lips met mine and we kissed each other. We both kinda froze right there in mid kiss, eyes wide open and staring at each other neither of us sure what to do. Her kiss was so soft and gentle, so unlike Mark’s. Mark’s kisses were rarely gentle. He always seemed like he was trying to force his tongue down my throat. I’m not really sure why I did it, but I closed my eyes, parted my lips and gently touched her lips with my tongue. Ms. Tyler moaned softly and opened her lips and met my tongue with hers. I’m not sure how long we kissed, but it was the best kiss I had ever had in my life. There was so much love and passion in the gentle caress of her tongue that I was swept away. When we finally came up for air I had totally forgotten about Mark and all I could think about was this beautiful woman who was holding me in her arms.

Ms. Tyler smiled down at me and said, “Well that was unexpected.”

I just giggled in response. I was feeling too excited and giddy to actually speak. I had never felt like this with Mark or any other guy I had dated.

“Do you want to kiss some more?” Ms Tyler asked me softly. I just nodded because I was still overwhelmed by what was happening. All I really knew was that I didn’t want it to stop yet. Ms. Tyler smiled one of the biggest smiles I had seen on her in a long, long time and then leaned down and started kissing me again. As I lips touched I felt her tongue dart between my lips and seek out my own tongue. Her tongue flicked and caressed mine as it darted in and out of our mouths. One of her hands started caressing up and down my back again. It felt like I was in heaven.

Without really realizing it Ms. Tyler and I had maneuvered so that I was lying on my back on the couch and she was lying on top of me supporting her weight with her arms. I wrapped my arms around her body and caressed my hands up and down her back as we made out right their on the sofa in her family room. Her kisses occasionally moved from my lips and mouth to the sides of my face and my neck. Every time she’d kiss me on the neck I would gasp softly, shudder with pleasure and get goose bumps. I guess that’s one of my hot spots because I was also starting to get very turned on. It never did anything for me with Mark, but with Ms. Tyler it was just, WOW! My pussy was even getting wet as I felt her right hand move down my side from my shoulder to my hip and then back up again under my t-shirt towards my breast. That’s when something else happened, I freaked out!

“Stop! Stop! This is happening too fast!” I said and I started pushing Ms. Tyler off me. As soon as she realized I was panicking Ms. Tyler stopped and sat up looking at me with concern in her eyes as I struggled to sit up too. “Jess…” she started to say, but beşiktaş escort I cut her off, “I’m sorry, I gotta go.” I got off the couch and practically ran out of the house.

As soon as I got home I took a long hot shower, got some dinner and went to my room to think about everything that had happened to me today. Mark and I were done. That was for sure. I knew I didn’t want anything else to do with him anymore. But what had really thrown me for a loop was what happened with Ms. Tyler. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Every time I thought about her and what happened I felt, I felt… I’m not sure how to describe just how she made me feel. Every sensation felt so strong, so incredible. Her body felt so warm and so very soft. I’m not sure why I freaked out. I guess it was a lot of things; she’s my best friend’s mom for one, she’s old enough to be my mom for another, and oh yeah, she a woman and I’m not a lesbian.

After I fell asleep I spent the night having dreams of me and Ms. Tyler, specifically dreams of me and her making out, but this time I didn’t stop her. This time things went a lot farther. In my dreams Ms. Tyler took me into her bedroom and made passionate love to me for hours and hours. When I woke up the next morning my t-shirt was soaked through with sweat and my panties were soaked through with my cum. My pussy, thighs and ass were soaked, there was a large wet spot on my bed under my thighs and ass, and my whole room smelled like sex. I had a wet dream about Ms. Tyler!! From the look, feel and smell of things I had a bunch of wet dreams about her!

I opened my bedroom window to try and air out the smell and then I hopped in the shower and washed the cum and sweat from my body. After I dried off from my shower I got dressed, grabbed a quick bite to eat and went to work. I’m glad I don’t have a job that requires a lot of concentration, because I was very distracted by thoughts of what happened with Ms. Tyler the day before, and my dreams of what I secretly wanted happen. The internal struggle was driving me a little crazy and things didn’t get any better by the time Monday rolled around.

When I walked into school with Jenny that morning Mark came walking up to me with his usual cocky grin on his face. “Hey babe. How was your weekend? I tired calling you but…” SMACK!

I cut him off with a slap to his face that was so hard it almost knocked him to the ground.

“What the fuck was that for?” he yelled obviously very confused. Jenny was surprised too. I told her what happened, but I didn’t tell her what I was going to do. Of course that was probably because I didn’t know myself until I saw him with his stupid fucking cocky ass grin like nothing had happened.

“You son of a bitch! I saw you and Emily in your car Friday after school! You and me are through!” I hollered at him.

The look of comprehension on his face was almost comical. But the best part was when Emily walked around the corner. “You lying piece of shit! You told me you two broke up!” Emily yelled accusingly.

“I-uh.” It was obvious Mark was scrambling to come up with something to say, but before he got a chance Emily planted her foot hard between his legs and dropped to the ground groaning in pain.

Emily turned to me and said, “I’m sorry Jessica. He really did tell me you guys had broken up. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a boyfriend stealer.”

“Its ok Emily. I wasn’t mad at you in the first place. If he loved me he wouldn’t cheated on me period,” I said.

“Well I’m still sorry,” she said.

I was about to tell her not to worry about it again when one of the teachers came walking down the hall to see what all the commotion was about. Of course we all scattered leaving Mark still rolling on the floor in pain. The fucker. He deserved it.

By lunch time the whole school had heard what happened and Emily and I were called to the office. “Alright girls, I want the whole story and I want it now.” Mrs. Maxwell said sternly. Emily and I both started to say we didn’t know what she was talking about when she interrupted us. “Just so you know before you start denying that you did anything Mark Thompson had to be taken to the hospital. He may have a ruptured testicle, and I have about a dozen witnesses that say you two were involved.”

Emily and I told her the whole story about what had happened and why. And when we were done she just looked at us for a while before speaking. “Well if what you’re telling me is true, then Mr. Thompson probably got what he deserved. I’m giving you each a weeks detention and as long as neither Mark or his parents press charges we’ll leave it at that.” “Yes Mrs. Maxwell,” Emily and I said together.

“I want you to understand something girls. I can’t condone what you two did, but maybe it’ll make some of the other students think twice about cheating on their boyfriends or girlfriends. I don’t want to see any replays of this incident, and I don’t want to see either one of you in my office again for the rest of the year or I won’t be so nice etiler escort next time. Understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Emily and I replied together.

“Good. Now get back to class,” Mrs. Maxwell said.

Once we were out of the principal’s office Emily and I went to our separate classes. Fortunately my next class was a free period that I shared with Jenny. I filled her in on what had happened in the principal’s office. To say she was shocked would be a severe understatement. “Oh my good. I can’t believe Emily busted his nut. Maybe we should get her to try out for the soccer team,” Jenny said and we both busted out laughing.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly, but I was still distracted by thoughts of Jenny’s mom. Everyone could tell I was distracted, but they all put it down to what happened with Mark. Truth was I could really care less. He had gotten what he deserved in my opinion. Before I knew it I was sitting in detention with Emily and a couple of other kids. Emily and I sat together and talked quietly. “I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s ok Emily. Really I’m not mad at you,” I reassured her. “Well if it makes you feel any better we never had sex,” she said. The look I gave her was a mixture of I don’t care and I don’t really believe you. “I’m serious. We were going to, but he came in my hand before I could even get his dick in my pussy and then he couldn’t get it back up.”

“Well I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t give it up to him. It would have sucked to have that happen my first time,” I said.

“Yeah it would. I got lucky my first time. It was with an older guy who knew what he was doing,” she said.

“I know this is none of my business. But how many guys have you been with?” I asked curiously.

“I’m not really sure anymore. Around forty or fifty I guess,” she said.

“Wow.” I’m not sure if I was surprised that she had been with so many guys or if I t was because I had thought she had been with even more. Then a thought occurred to me, “Emily have you ever been with another girl before?”

She looked at me curiously for a couple of seconds and then said, “Yeah once or twice. Why?”

“Just curious,” I said.

She looked at me with a look that plain said she knew there was more to it then that. “I… well there’s someone that I’m kinda interested in, but I’m just not sure. I’ve never been with another girl before,” I admitted truthfully, surprising myself with my own words. It was obvious by the look on her face that I had taken Emily by surprise too. “Please don’t tell anyone,” I pleaded.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“Thanks,” I said relieved.

“Alright you can leave,” the detention teacher announced.

“Look if you ever want to talk about it I’ll be here all week,” Emily said with a grin. I chuckled and thanked her as we left the room.

I spent the rest of the week in detention with Emily, but we didn’t discuss sex anymore until Friday. I was still tortured by visions of what could have been with Ms. Tyler. Thoughts of her would intrude on my mind for no reason. I would be doing something and then, BAM! There was Ms. Tyler kissing and caressing me again I could see every detail of her body like she was standing right there in front of me, her honey blonde hair that fell loosely to the middle of her back. Her sparkling green eyes, her full and oh so soft lips and her small but firm 34B breasts, (I knew this because Jenny and I had gone clothes shopping with her a lot.) she kept herself in good shape and her body was slim and trim at 5’3″ and 110 pounds. I couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter what I was doing it was like she was there in the back of my mind.

By the time Friday rolled around I knew something had to give or I’d just go completely nuts, so I decided to talk to Emily while we were in detention that afternoon. When I got to detention at the end of the day I took my normal seat right next to Emily. “Hi Em,” I said.

“Hey Jess. You ready for your swim meet later?” she said.

Not wanting to sound over confident I said, “Yeah, I think I’ll do good.”

“Well good luck,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said and then I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what I was going to say next. “Um, remember when you said we could talk about what its like to be with another girl the other day?” I said tentatively.

“Yeeeaaah,” Emily said as if she was trying to coax what I was trying to say out of me.

“Well I’d to talk about it if the offer’s still open,” I said.

“Sure. What do you want to know?” she said in a way that sounded like I was asking her how to cook a dinner or something.

“What its like I guess. Is it better then it is with a boy? How do you like it?” I asked trying not to show how eager I was for the answers.

“Well, I like it a lot. In a lot of ways, sex with a girl is better then sex with a boy because another girl has a lot better idea of what you’re going to like because she knows what she likes. I think girls are also more into pleasing each other. Most guys our age just care about getting off. The ones who take the time to do it right are few and far between. And when you’re with another girl it’s a more sensual feeling. The only thing a girl doesn’t have is a dick, and no dildo, finger or tongue is ever gonna make up for that.” Emily explained.

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It’s hard to imagine that a couple of years ago both my wife and I led a very monogamous relationship. I met Ann in college and we married shortly after graduating. Both in our mid-thirties, we enjoyed what we thought was an active sex life. However, in a short span of eighteen months both of us have come to grips with our submissive nature and have enjoyed sex with a wide variety of different partners.

It began when I was seduced in a hotel sauna by another man. I had never thought of myself as having any gay leanings and even joined my buddies in making fun of guys we thought were homosexual. Then one afternoon in Chicago I found myself naked on my knees in a hotel room sucking on another man’s cock. I watched myself in the mirror, on my hands and knees, as a complete stranger drove his dick in my virgin ass. It was the ultimate turn on and I knew then that I was not the straight laced guy I always pretended to be.

I tried for a couple of weeks to distance myself from the thoughts I had when I jacked off to the fantasies of going down on another man. Finally I went on an Internet chat room and hooked up with another young man who said he wanted us to explore my new found fascination for gay sex. I was later to find out that David was seeking submissive men for his dominant partner Mark. I won’t detail the story as I have chronicled all of it in a series of stories on the Literotica site called Chasing Fate.

Some have questioned whether or not this is a piece of fiction or my real life story. I have to admit, neither Ann or I would have believed any of this a couple of years ago. Since then, she too has been introduced to the lifestyle of domination. I need to point out if you have not followed my stories before that Mark is black and while he enjoys sex with men and women he has never been what is referred to as a bottom. He regularly has me suck his large cock or takes me up the ass but never reciprocates.

Not long after he seduced my wife and began having us service him, he took us both to a tattoo parlor operated by a friend of his and had us both marked as his property. He did not have me tattooed but he did have my nipples pierced like David’s with whom I had engaged in a heavy relationship. My wife, however, allowed Mark to have a tribal tat placed on her lower black and the Chinese symbols for slave on her right breast. Ann is a gorgeous blonde whose skin turns a light bronze under the summer sun. It is the third tattoo that really floored me when I first saw the words “Mark’s Cock Slut” in dark black letters just above her shaved pussy.

Over the last year a great deal has continued to evolve as Mark spied a picture of Ann’s younger sister Cindy and forced Ann to recruit her for his wanton games. While initially Ann was distraught over the idea, eventually she succumbed to the idea. Cindy not only enjoyed the encounter but has since called Ann several times about making another visit before the end of the summer. David and I have called it quits and he has now moved away when a transfer was available at his company. He couldn’t come to terms with my desire to stay with my wife while still having a relationship with him. I do miss him but my wife and I, while enjoying a very untraditional relationship to say the least, are still very much in love with each other. As strange as it may seem, we are perhaps much more closer than we have ever been before.

It is a real turn on for me to see Ann on her knees as she slides Mark’s black cock in her mouth running her tongue around the head of his dick. The contrast of her small white hand pumping his ebony cock sends me over the edge. On many occasions I watch from a chair in the living room, pumping my own dick in my hand as she slides her pink lips over the head of his cock while Mark rolls her nipples in his fingers, pulling on them gently as she moans her approval. Every so often Ann locks her eyes on mine as her head moves up and down on his slick pole. Her gaze telling me how much she loves me for allowing her to enjoy herself in the arms of another man. Occasionally we will both share his rod as I suck on his meat while she licks his balls and feeds me his stick.

On some afternoons I will come home from work to find her laid out spent across our bed. Red marks on her neck and breast and her pussy glistening with fresh cum. She doesn’t even ask as I slide to my knees, kissing trails up her legs to her snatch. I press my lips to her wet box, never knowing which of Mark’s friends or whether it was Mark himself who just deposited their load of cum in her twat. My tongue gently probes her hot wet pussy as I taste her pussy juice mixed with the salty load of her partner. Stopping to suck on her clit, she pulls on my hair and grounds her cunt against my face slick with their juices. She comes hard pushing my head into her box as I snake my tongue deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. Unbuckling my trousers and pushing them down, I free my dick which has grown hard at the thought of entering my prize. My dick slides into her hot snatch which Esenyurt Escort only minutes ago received another man’s cock. Her pussy is no longer the tight little snatch it was earlier in our marriage. We’ve both stopped counting the number of cocks she has taken both long and wide, stretching out her once tight little hole.

While her pussy has been stretched, she has learned to use her cunt lips to tighten around my cock. I can feel her pussy contract around my cock as it throbs in her wet box. Her tongue pushes into mine like a wild animal as she fucks my face with her soft tongue. In just a few minutes I thrust into her as I begin to shoot my own load deep into her pussy as she pulls me closer into her body.

This past week, Ann arrived home a little later than usual from her trip to the gym. She typically works out three days a week after work. Ann was really excited as she relayed to me an encounter she had with another woman at the gym. Keep in mind while Ann and I had participated in many group sex scenes over the months, it never entailed her with another woman. On the few occasions another wife or woman was involved, it had always been the women servicing the guys in the room.

I had over the years explored the subject or girl-girl sex with Ann and she always seemed dismissive of the subject. I have always been turned on watching lesbian pornos but had long ago abandoned any thoughts of watching my wife make love to another woman.

Ann told me this very attractive woman in her late thirties had been eyeing her for a couple of weeks at the gym. It started off innocently enough when Ann stepped from the shower and her towel which had been wrapped around her body slipped down over her breast. Ann looked up and saw this woman was staring intently at her chest as she re-wrapped the towel in place.

Ann noticed over the next few trips to the gym, whenever she finished with her treadmill and headed to the showers, this lady seemed to conclude her workout as well. The idea that another woman was sexually interested in her intrigued Ann so this afternoon she decided to give her a little show. Ann listened as she heard the lady take her shower and step from her stall. She confided that while she enjoyed the cool spray of the water cascading over her body, she pulled her pussy lips apart with one hand while she rubbed her little clit with the other.

When Ann exited the shower, the woman was standing in front of a dressing mirror combing her long black hair. She had a towel wrapped around her upper body which hung just below the cheeks of her ass which gently peeked out below. Ann said as she stepped out of the shower, she “accidentally” let the towel slip from her body. As she moved slowly down to pick it up she saw the woman’s gaze follow her naked form. This time Ann looked directly into the woman’s reflection in the mirror as their eyes locked. As she turned and walked to her locker, she thought she heard footsteps behind her. When she turned the woman had closed the distance and stood inches apart as her hungry gaze locked on Ann’s eyes. She leaned in and very softly placed her lips on Ann’s and pulled back slowly to look again in Ann’s eyes. When she found no resistance she again pressed her lips to Ann’s this time much more forcefully as her tongue pushed between Ann’s lips.

It was Ann’s first kiss from another woman. She marveled at how soft the other woman’s lips felt against hers and the faint smell of perfume as the woman’s hands trailed up her hips and began wrapping around Ann’s soft breast. Ann’s hesitation quickly yielded as she slid her tongue back into the other woman’s mouth who quickly sucked on it, sliding their lips together in a hot wet embrace. The lady tugged at her own towel which slid down bunching at her waist until she moved her hips from Ann’s allowing it to fall to their feet. Ann said she could feel the woman’s hard nipples press against her chest. The woman, who was a little taller than Ann, slid down until their breast met. Her legs widened as she ground her pussy into Ann’s smooth cunt. Ann, whose pussy is shaved bare, could feel the patch of public hair as it trailed across her lower abdomen.

Ann grew hotter and hotter until the woman broke their wet kiss and spoke for the first time. “You ever gone down on another woman baby?” the woman inquired as she trailed wet kisses across Ann’s face and down her neck.

“No” was her short throaty response as she tilted her head back as the other woman licked her neck, stopping to suck on her ear lobe before dabbing her tongue gently into ear before softly whispering, “I want you to eat my pussy baby. I want you to kiss on my pussy.”

Ann knew she had invited this and now there was no escaping the fact she was going to do something she had never done before. The woman placed her hands on Ann’s shoulders, gently applying pressure as Ann slid to her knees on the towel below as she gazed at the sight before her. Ann had never seen a woman’s vagina this close before and she marveled at İstanbul Escort the lips and the cute little bud at the top which protruded just slightly from its folds. The woman shaved her lips but left a strip of black pubic hair just above her mound.

She closed her eyes as she gently placed a soft kiss on the velvet skin. There was a fresh clean smell with just a hint of wetness as she trailed kisses over the woman’s pussy before she licked the little bud. The woman sighed her sign of approval as she ran her fingers though Ann’s hair. Ann drew the little clit into her mouth tasting for the first time another woman’s juices other than her own. She ran her tongue down the slit, dipping her tongue into her canal as her lips wrapped around Ann’s face.

The woman began grinding against Ann’s face as she pushed hard against her head cradled in her hands. Ann enjoyed the sounds she heard the woman make, as her pussy began flowing with juice. She loved the taste which was much sweeter than the salty sperm she had grown to love. She drove deeper wanting to suck all the sweet nectar from the flower. As she wrapped her hands around the woman’s ass, she felt her cheeks tighten and the legs harden with the impending climax.

“Oh yeah, baby,” the woman hissed. “Eat my pussy. Tell me how much you love my pussy.”

Ann knew she did enjoy her first taste of pussy. “I do,” she moaned into the woman’s cunt, “Your pussy’s so good.” The woman shook as she convulsed hard with the first jolt of orgasm. Ann continued to suck hard on her clit until the woman’s body began to relax against her face.

Ever so gently, she began to pull upward on Ann’s hair as she moved back up the woman’s body. Stopping at the tit which hung at her face. Ann drew the nipple into her mouth as the woman groaned her approval.

“Damn you are one hot little cunt aren’t you?” the woman sighed as Ann continued to lick and suck on the woman’s nipple. “I believe you might just be a little lesbian….you my little lesbian baby? You like licking my pussy and sucking on my breasts?” Ann didn’t respond. She just grew hungrier and more passionate with the words. Ann knew she loved eating pussy and this would just be her first as she tugged on the woman’s nipple with her teeth drawing a groan of approval.

The woman pulled Ann’s face away from her tit as she kissed her again in a hot embrace which left Ann weak in the knees and a little light headed. “Baby we need to get dressed before someone comes in,” the woman said as she pulled back. Ann hadn’t even thought about the fact that anyone could have walked into the locker room and witnessed the lesbian spectacle that had just taken place. The woman backed up and looked at Ann with a smile and said, “I’m Diane.”

Diane wrapped her towel back around her torso as Ann collected her thoughts. She asked if they could step around the corner at a little restaurant she knew of before Ann headed home. Later they made there way a few blocks to a little café where Diane ordered a couple of glasses of merlot.

“So tell me Ann, what is that adorable tattoo on your breast? It appears to be some Asian symbol?” inquired Diane.

“It’s the Chinese symbols for ‘slave'” Ann replied noting Diane’s eyes widen before she drew the glass to her soft lips for a quick sip. “And I take it that ‘Mark’ is your husband…” Diane countered.

Ann knew that Diane had caught sight of the other tattoo which adorned her pubic area just above her cunt. The word’s “Mark’s Cock Slave” which he had requested marking her as his property. “Uh, no… actually my husband’s name is Larry,” she said quickly peering over her glass.

Diane thought for a second before inquiring, “So Larry is a cuckold?” Diane saw the look on Ann’s face and knew that she was unfamiliar with the term. “A cuckold is a man whose wife enjoys sex with other men and he in turn gets his satisfaction in seeing she is properly serviced by another man…typically one who’s more endowed.” Diane enunciated the last word for affect.

“No. its really not like that,” Ann retorted. Both Larry and I enjoy submitting to Mark and he sometimes brings over his friends.”

“So, Larry is bi?” inquired Diane. “Yea, I mean we still have sex …together…but he enjoys sucking another man’s cock as much as me.” Ann began to explain just how both she and I had ended up becoming Mark’s sexual slaves. She recounted my past relationship with David, and how Mark encouraged, if not downright forced her into recruiting her sister as his new sexual plaything. In the meantime, Diane had ordered more rounds as the tale got more and more lurid in its details.

“I guess you think we’re pretty kinky?” Ann concluded when she finished telling our story. Diane sat back and with a smile added, “Not at all darling. It’s just not everyday a girl hears a story like that. I assume you know that I’m a lesbian. I’m married too but I’ve been a confirmed lesbian since my teens.”

Now it was Ann’s turn to listen as Diane shared that she too met her husband Beylikdüzü Escort at a large southern university. “Jim was very quiet and from the start I knew he was basically a pretty shy person. We had a few classes together and eventually we ended up studying together. I could tell he was interested in me but he came across pretty inexperienced. Which was fine by me as I really have never been much into guys anyway.”

“It wasn’t long before he figured out that my female roommates were much more than that. I lived on campus with three other girls and we all carried on a pretty open relationship. I could tell Jim loved me and I really liked him too. After graduating, I agreed to marry him but told him in very certain terms our marriage would be very different. I would still have my lesbian relationships although I would try to be discreet. While we engaged in oral sex, I’m not into having him stick his little dick in me. On occasion I would allow that quick thrill but it never did much for me. Instead, most of the time he was content to have me jack him off or perhaps give him head.”

Diane continued, “Jim has never been a macho man and has pretty features for a guy. It wasn’t long before I had changed out his dull boxers for satin briefs. Then one night I gave him a blowjob and when he came, I crawled up and started kissing him. He was startled when I transferred his fresh load to his mouth but I used my tongue to pry his mouth open. Eventually he swallowed it and we continued our hot kiss. This began a regular occurrence with me giving him head and later having him take the sperm from my mouth.”

“One night, we were laying in bed and I asked him if he would shave his body for me. I told him that would make me so happy not to have all that hair get in my mouth. He agreed and I not only shaved the hair from his crotch but his legs and his underarms as well. Jim really didn’t have any hair on his chest except around his little nipples but we took care of them as well.”

“I went one step further when I encouraged him to model a pair of my panties. He initially balked but I explained how little difference there was between his satin briefs and my bikini panties. As a reward that evening I even let him fuck me. He came in minutes!”

“It wasn’t long before I had removed his briefs and he was always in the panties. When we were at home, I would encourage him as we would both walk around in just our matching panties. One evening I had a couple of girlfriends over and we all asked him to model for us. Initially he was adamant that he wouldn’t. But after a few drinks and the girls rubbing up against him, he eventually succumbed. We spent the evening, all of us trying on lacey undergarments…Jim included – until we girls began an evening of lovemaking that ended with Jim jacking off on our spent bodies.”

Diane could see Ann squirming a bit as she told her story. “Jim and I took a big step earlier this year. He had become accustomed to dressing up for me as “Jamie” and allowing me to wear a strapon and fuck his ass. I started off slow using my finger when I would give him head. Eventually I probed his ass with a dildo and he never said a word. The night I told him I has a surprise for him, I knew he was shocked when I came out of the bathroom with a dick swinging from my hips. But he didn’t resist as I slid the head into him and began to take his cherry. I fucked him steady and jacked his little dick with my hand until he came all over his stomach.”

“I knew soon that he was ready to become the woman I wanted him to be. I had been giving him morning vitamins and had recently had a friend of mine provide me with a hormone regimen of estrogen and another pill that inhibited his supply of testosterone. It took a few weeks but eventually he became much more emotional sometimes with an unexplainable outburst of tears. His nipples began to get swollen and much more sensitive when I licked and played with them.”

“I also noticed his hair became much finer and his features started to soften. Jim noticed it to but I assured him it was just a sign of middle age and that his softer features actually turned me on. I also had my girlfriends comment appreciatively on how pretty he looked as Jamie. He seemed to begin appreciating his new form as his breasts actually began to be noticeably bigger. I bought him thicker t-shirts to wear to work to avoid the stares from office workers but encouraged him when he was home to dress as Jamie.”

“He seemed to take pride that his tits began filling the bras and tops we had purchased for him and he came quickly when my girlfriends would pull and suck on his thick nipples. I can’t describe what a turn on it is to take my husband in the ass with my strapon and reach around and feel a handful of tit.”

Ann was stunned. Her story of domination and submission paled in comparison to Diane’s confession she had feminized her husband. “Does he…” she trailed off.

“Still have his dick,” Diane interrupted before she finished. “Yea…and it still works although his balls appear to be much smaller and he doesn’t shoot as much cum. But what would make it all complete…what I’m dying to see is Jim take a real cock up the ass. To suck off another man. To be a real woman. Do you think you could convince your husband to help us take that next step?”

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