Business Sex Ch. 02

Business Sex Ch. 02

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Chapter 2 – Fuck My Tits

Roxy slept well that night. She wasn’t even sure how she had gotten home. But then she rolled over and looked at the bedside lamp. Her stomach did a somersault – it wasn’t hers.

Fuck, what had she done? She rolled the other way and felt a pang of relief when she found the bed empty of any other parties. Or maybe it was regret that tickled her belly now, she mused as the night came back to her.

Willyam! The perfect man. She sighed and touched herself as she recalled him groping her nipples. Then shook her head, she was not going to masturbate in her bestie’s guest bedroom! Though…

God, it had been good. The way he went to his knees, and then he had stood up and filled her; really filled her. She touched a tender spot and smiled. And caressed. Tegan, be damned! It was her fault anyway, so she can damn well let me have some play time, she figured.

No panties, he had said, well she would see about that! She was not going to slut herself out, that was for sure. But the thought of it sent a thrill through her already throbbing clit. Roxy touched, just to make sure. And to dream, she admitted to herself as she drew a lazy circle that tightened until she was frigging her button.

She backed off, not yet, she thought. First, I need a plan for this fantasy come true. Roxy spread her legs wide, then closed them. Open, close, and then a little shimmy as she pinched a nipple. She sighed. Plan girl, plan, she admonished.

For dinner with a businessman, I should look – professional. So, a blouse and skirt. White and black of course. White cotton blouse, a tight one so he is distracted from the get-go and talking to her tits. A spark of energy coursed through her body and she chased it with feather-light fingertips.

And that longish black pleated leather skirt. It would be perfect. Or would it? I would sweat if the room wasn’t cold and the food was hot. And that wouldn’t be for good later, right? No one likes a hot sweaty box, do they now?

Though if I am telling him what and how, mmm. This time she slipped her fingers inside and diddled a little as she imagined Willyam on his knees, again, but licking hot sweaty skin, not pussy scented cotton. No panties indeed, it would serve him right!

No, that was never going to work. Professional, remember – not sluttish. Scratch the skirt and blouse. She pressed her palms against her breasts and ran her fingers down to her pussy to say goodbye to that plan. Her clit protested, and she tweaked it by way of apology.

The snug, grey, pencil dress, that was it. While it wouldn’t show off her nipples like a cotton blouse would, it did have a zipper down the front of the bodice for quick access. Besides, its bold black borders accentuated her body parts nicely and made her look slimmer at the same time.

And she could always drop the zipper a little to give him some cleavage to fantasize on if required. Win, win. She plunged her fingers deep and hard into her pussy while thinking of Willyam’s face between her tits. Yes, the pencil dress for sure.

Underneath though, that was the real dilemma. She wouldn’t need a bra, that was a given. Her tits may be old, but they were still perky and held their own. She pinched each nipple in turn with her free hand while the other moved from her slit and back to frigging her clit. Roxy held her breath, lest Tegan hear her panting through the walls.

A garter would be nice, with stockings, but then she wouldn’t be wearing panties, and that was not going to happen. Roxanne imagined Willyam pushing her dress up to her waist, following the stockings with his tongue. Inhaling her scent as he gazed at her garter framed pussy.

Her fingers thrust deep inside as she imagined his tongue there instead. A tremble coursed through her body as a low whimper escaped her lips before she could stifle it. So, just a simple pair of knickers, she decided as another moan threatened. He would not be telling her what to do. No way. She was the director of this affair.

Fuck Tegan, she thought and let out her breath in a louder moan than intended. She giggled but didn’t pause. It was getting quite warm under the sheets now, so she rolled over onto her knees, letting the covers fall off her shoulders.

She stared at the pillow, picturing Willyam’s face there as she rode him at her pleasure. One hand between her legs, the other on his chest for support. She groaned and fingered faster. Hell, what was she doing? But the thought didn’t stop her though. She was to far gone, too close to her goal.

“Fuck!” she said out loud and collapsed back onto the pillow, sated. “That man won’t know what to do,” she mumbled further.

The knock on the door roused her. Had Tegan been knocking before? Before she came? How long rize escort ago was that? Embarrassment turned her face red and she jumped from the bed to pull on the robe Tegan had left for her.

Just in time too, she thought as the door swung open. Tegan just stood there, one hand on her hip, the other holding a glass of orange juice.

“Heard you were – ah, up. Figured you might like some OJ to get you moving, but,” and here she sniffed, “I can tell you already have been.” She shoved the glass into Roxy’s hand. “And in my daughter’s bedroom too. Such a slut!” she mock growled.

“Come on, I want all the details, now! You were too buzzed last night to say anything other than giggle – door banger and no panties. Lucky I’m your bestie!”

“Ah, mind if I shower first?” Roxy laughed, and then took a long gulp of juice. “This is good. Thanks.”

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

“Are you sure you don’t want me down in the cocktail bar tonight?” Tegan asked her friend later in the day as she showed off her come-fuck-me business dress.

“We have been through this Tegs. We know who, what he does and where he is staying. It’s safe, dear! I just think you are a little jealous that I am getting some,” she teased back.

“All right, I am a little. Okay, a lot! he is such a hunk, a stud. Where did you find him again?”

“Apricot Lane, he was ogling me” Roxy smiled and poked out her chest to show exactly what he was ogling at.

A horn honked out front. “That’s my Uber,” Roxy said. “Wish me luck!”

“Luck” Tegan replied kissing her friend goodbye and handing her a black clutch purse.

Once in the Uber, Roxy let her fears out for a quick run. She shook a little, took a long drink from the water the driver had offered and settled her nerves. Which wasn’t hard, once she started thinking of Willyam’s hard parts.

She ran a quick glance around the hotel lobby upon entering and was pleased to see Willyam waiting in one of the comfy lounge chairs. He rose and greeted her with a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Wow,” he said, looking from her tits down to her hips, and then up to her face. “You look amazing. Shall we go in, or would you like a drink first?”

“Actually,” she replied with a little smirk, “I have to go to the bathroom first.”

“Ah, over there. Here, take my room-card to get in,” he said, not fazed in the least.

She sauntered in the indicated direction, making sure Willyam got a good look at her ass as she went. On her return, he took her hand in his went straight into the restaurant, no longer offering the choice of a drink at the bar first.

The meal itself was amazing, or so she assumed as she didn’t taste much due to her focus on what was coming next. The bedroom activities. She felt like a school girl. A wet school girl, at that.

The three glasses of red wine may also have clouded some things, but she didn’t think so. What she couldn’t understand was Willyam’s sudden reluctance to trade innuendos, and that he had stopped looking at her tits.

From the moment he saw her, Willyam knew he was in trouble. He didn’t know where to look. Well her tits, of course, but the rest of the package deserved attention too. The dress was just perfect for the night. It spoke of business woman to any of his colleagues that might see him there, but to him it said, unzip and play!

And the way her ass moved as she sashayed to the restroom. Fuck, nothing but sex on legs, were his first and second thoughts. His third thought was for his dick and how it was twitching. He needed to sit down at a table – fast! When Roxy came back, he all but run to their table and was ever so glad he had tipped the maître d’ beforehand when organizing the table.

Once seated, he relaxed and enjoyed the view – and the conversation. Roxy was very knowledgeable about the local area and had plenty of sexually orientated anecdotes, which had him laughing in stitches.

They had both chosen the same entree, a delicious filet mignon, and every time he glanced up at her he would spend more and more time looking at her tits. The swell of her chest, the curve of the breast, the way the material hugged them as he wanted to.

He was tit obsessed, and from the way her nipples were trying to poke their way out from cover, he gathered she liked that about him too. He couldn’t wait to get his face in there and wondered how hard it would be to get her bra off. Always a problem for a man in a hurry, he thought.

With dessert came a return of his earlier problem. An embarrassing bulge in the pants. He had to work at softening the package. To that end, he paid careful attention to his chocolate mouse and cherry sorbet dessert as well as avoiding Roxy’s enticing chest view.

It was hard, but in the end, it made him soft. rizeescorttel.com Which was a good thing, he thought, as he signed the check to his room.

They were joined in the elevator by a couple of others, so Roxanne had to settle for holding Willyam’s hand on the way up. And this time she made it beyond the room entrance and into the bedroom proper. It was a good size suite, with a separate lounge area from the bedroom. She was impressed, there was probably a view out the window too, but she never saw it.

Instead, she had Willyam sit on the couch while she stood and unzipped. She positioned herself in front of him, about two paces back with her legs spread wide as her pencil dress allowed. His eyes drank her in, from her shoes up to her tits and back down again. It sent a shudder through her body the way he looked at her. The sheer lust of it. God this was going to be good, she thought.

Willyam watched as she shimmied her hips and then started to tug the front zipper down. His bulge was back, but he no longer cared about that. Rox had felt it last night, and tonight she was going see more of it. A lot more of it as he fucked the shit out of her tits. Tits he was about to see in full for the first time. He couldn’t stay seated. Not for this.

He sprang to his feet and his hand met Roxy’s at the zipper. She smiled, and then acquiesced control to him, pushing her chest out at the same time. In one quick zippppp, it was done and both her magnificent tits popped out, much to his surprise. But he was quick to recover and had his face between them in an instant. Warm scented flesh engulfed his face.

No bra and no panties! The woman sure knew how to make a man happy. If he had have known that down in the restaurant they would have still been down there waiting for his erection to go down, he thought.

Willyam sucked on each nipple once, before stepping back to get a better, fuller view. He balanced each in his palms, weighing them – and thumbing the nipples. Roxy chuckled and stepped further away.

She turned sideways, giving him a different view, before showing him her back and gesturing towards the rear zipper. He was just as quick with that one but stopped at her bum. Roxy let the dress fall in half around her hips, then turned around to kiss him. She wanted some of his clothes off before she was starkers.

While he groped her tits and caressed her sides, she fumbled with his belt and fly. She walked him backward to the couch, pushing on his chest as he reached it. Willyam sat with a woof of air and she followed him down.

It was time for her to get a taste. Working with deft hands she soon had his pants and purple silk boxers down to his ankles. His feet were too big to tug his trousers off, so she made a show of taking his shoes off first.

Undoing his shoelaces and slipping each shoe off in turn, like the dutiful housewife that she never was. He patted her head, and something about both their actions stirred a primal urge within her.

She pulled his pants and boxers off, but instead of just tossing them aside as she had first intended, she rose, took them to the bedroom, folded the boxers and hung his trousers in the wardrobe. Kicking off her own shoes, Roxy peeked at the bed and briefly wondered what the significance of his dress ties made into a cross meant?

But all thoughts of silk-ties and crosses fled from her mind as she walked back to Willyam and saw his erect drooling cock standing proud and waiting. Roxy stole a quick glance at his eyes and was very pleased to see they were focused on her tits, her nipples. She felt them stiffen under his intense glare.

Standing between his knees, she stooped forward to kiss him. While she had been hanging his pants, he had unbuttoned his shirt. A quick learner, she thought, as she slid it off his shoulders, buttons still attached.

She would have taken his shirt and hung it in the wardrobe too, but Willyam was having none of that. He tossed it aside and grabbed her head.

It was obvious what he wanted and she obliged without a word being said. Her hands and lips were going to do all the talking. The head was shining; covered in a wreath of clear fluid, as was the shaft. She kissed the tip and tasted him for the first time. Wrapping both hands around his dick she was amazed by its girth, but more so by the amount of pre-cum; there sure was a lot of it.

In fact, she reckoned, his dick was wetter and slipperier than she was. And that was saying something because, at the moment, she felt like she could drown a sailor in her panties. Roxy was also very glad of her decision to wear panties, otherwise, she thought, pussy-drool would be running a river down her legs. She hadn’t felt this horny and ready for sex since prom night.

Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed him – right to his balls. No mucking around for her with licks and teases to ease the way, she went straight drown. He filled her mouth and stretched her throat, but she stayed on him for a good thirty seconds before coming up for a big breath. The air around his cock was redolent in the scent of man. She loved it and bobbed up and down on him before pausing to lick and suck at her new toy.

Once again, she was holding his shaft and moving it around so the tip circled her lips. Then she moved her mouth down the length of him, kissing the soft veins on her way to his balls. She sucked on each in turn as he had her nipples last night. Was it only last night, she wondered? It seemed like an eternity ago to her. His balls were salty with man sweat, not unpleasant, but also not her favorite taste of sex.

Returning to his cock for another lick and suck, she found it pumping clear fluid out like a slow leaking tap and she drank it down as she heard Willyam say, “Tits.”

Needing no other cue, Roxy took her mouth off his dick and kissed his bellybutton, then worked her way up his chest. Her hands pushed her boobs together, wrapping them around his shaft. He joined his hands to her as her chest rose and fell and he fucked her tits. His pubic hair scratched at her tits and she could feel individual strands touching her nipples. Each one sent a little spark right into her core.

But for Willyam, it wasn’t enough. He loved every touch, every move she made but he wanted more. He wanted her naked on the bed, spread eagle and completely in his power as he fucked those tits. “Let’s go to the bed,” he managed between gasps of pleasure.

Leading the way, he then sat on the edge before her. Hands on her hips, he smiled as he spoke to her nipples, “I want you naked. I want to see all of you first, the complete package, as such.” he chuckled.

Roxanne reached behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress. As she did, he peeled it off her hips to reveal her ordinary unsexy but very wet panties. He let her dress drop to the floor as he gazed at her knickers in mock shock. Or was it real? Was the businessman not used to his orders be ignored? Game on, she thought as she shoved her hips at his face.

Willyam growled. A short savage sound that conveyed more displeasure than the way he turned his face from her pussy. He swiveled and tossed her into the middle of the bed. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked with a smirk.

Roxanne was at a loss for words. She wanted to please him with all her heart, all her body and did not know how to explain her defiance. “I, I. Um, look, I am sorry, sir.” Sir? Where the fuck had that come from, she thought? “I do trust you!” her mouth continued on its own accord without consulting her brain.

“Good,” he replied with a welcome smile. “Now close your eyes. Tight, now. No peeking.”

Roxanne obeyed and felt him fumbling with her panties as he drew them down. Next, he spread her legs wide, very wide and she felt him wrapping something around each one before crawling up between her thighs. He kissed her pussy lips and a wave of ecstasy flowed through her. She knew with a certainty that he was going to mount her stomach and fuck her tits next.

“Keep em closed,” he admonished before she could sneak a peek.

He kissed her tits and sucked hard on each nipple as she gasped for breath. Then he straddled her as she had known he would. His hands traced a line of fire from her nipples to her armpits and then beyond to her elbows as he lay forward on her and stretched her arms to the edge of the bed. It was heaven. He wrapped something around her right wrist and her eyes flew open.

“What are you do…”

“Shh, trust me,” he said.

She turned her head as he took her left hand and secured it to the edge of the bed too. So that’s what the ties were for. The bastard had this planned in advance. The strange thing was that she didn’t complain. Didn’t think of shouting out let alone screaming. He had her. And she liked it, but she tested the bounds, just to make sure. Yup, tied down and at his mercy.

Her eyes went from her bonds to his eyes, and of course, he was not looking at her. Well, he was, just not her eyes. No, his gaze was fixed on her tits and her rock-hard pencil-poking traitorous fucking nipples. She sighed.

That got his attention and he looked up to her face. “I said, no panties. Did you not understand what that meant? Now what am I going to do with these?” he asked in a quiet voice as he displayed the sopping wet object of concern. “Open wide!”

“No!” she snapped back. “Not that, please?”

He sniffed them, then tossed them on top of her dress, which he had not bothered to hang of fold but had left laying crumpled on the floor.

“As you wish,” he chuckled. “This is supposed to be fun for both of us. Are you okay?”

“Shut up and fuck my tits, asshole” she replied with her own smirk, shocking even herself.

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Mrs. Smith Ch. 10

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Girlfriend

And life went on, it was absolutely wonderful to be friend and make love with Mrs. Smith on a very regular basis. But like an idiot, I had to do things to put a halt to this wonderful time.

Mrs. Smith was still looking better. She was starting to change her wardrobe, little by little, wearing lighter colors, showing her forms instead of hiding them, white pants, white shirts, v neck sweaters…. She was even wearing turtlenecks; which were, especially in lighter tones, bringing the attention to her magnificent breasts!

In the early spring, I met a girl named Sabine. She was what most guys would call a hot girl. On top of it she was smart and seemed to be a nice person. I told Mrs. Smith about her during lunch one Sunday.

– Well, this had to happen eventually with a sexy nice guy like you. I will certainly miss our time together as you won’t be as available, especiallly at first. But I’ll be happy for you.

After we did the cleaning routine, I was not too sure about what was next so I told Mrs. Smith that I needed to talk to her, and I did our private call with my hands on her soft and wide shoulders.

– OK let’s go.

Once we were inside.

– Mrs. Smith can we make love today?

– Well have you indicated in any kind of way to Sabine that, from now on, you are going to be faithful to her?

– No, not even close.

– Well what are we waiting for?

After making love and relaxing together in bed, I worked for a while, sitting naked at her little desk inside the room. And then we dressed up for dinner. She put the white pants and white turtlenecks aforementioned. Boy was she sexy! The funny thing was that the only thing I wanted to do was to rip pants and shirt off, to see the forms underneath that I could already guess.

– Shall we do some dressed rehearsal?

– Yes sounds great. How would you like to start?

– I’d like to start very simple, with me on top of you.

– OK

and she lied down on the bed.

– Now come on top of me my Mitch.

I did, and started to get comfortable on this big cushion of a woman. For some reason, it felt even more exciting than being naked. We just lay there and we kissed, and kissed, our tongues thoroughly mixing, I could feel her big boobs pushing on me through the fabric, and my dick was getting very excited feeling her cunt and wanting it very badly. I started to imitate the sex movement, with my dick and balls in between the top of her thighs, very close to her mound, and she said

– Oh that’s interesting, not very original but very, very good.

I kept at it for a while and got so excited, when I realized that I was coming

– Oh shit

Mrs. Smith understood what I meant.

– Don’t worry about it, just keep going and enjoy.

– Mrs. Smith, I love you. Mrs Smith you are so sexy. Mrs. Smith I love your huge body and your fat…

And then I came into my pants! I was not inside Mrs. Smith but it felt great nevertheless.

– Mitch it felt very good. Your dick rubbing on me through several layers did a number on me.

And she giggled.

Lie on your back now, you know we can’t waste any of this even if we are breaking the dressed rehearsal rule. She opened my pants, got my shirt and underwear out of the way. And as she was licking me all over she said.

– I will certainly miss doing that!

– I will miss it too.

This was a bitter sweet moment.

After dinner, we did the same but naked this time. Some things, one does never get tired of.

Then I missed the next Sunday as I was busy with Sabine. I called Mrs. Smith to see if I could bring Sabine over for lunch the Sunday after.

– We are an item now. Sabine and I are officially a konyaescort.org couple.

– Congratulations. Will you bring her so I can meet her?

– Yes I was actually going to ask you if she could come with me this Sunday.

– It will be my pleasure.

The Sunday after Sabine’s visit, I was anxious to know what Mrs. Smith thought of Sabine. As soon as I was in, after giving her the usual hug, still sensual, still allowing me to feel her massive body but with no longer any promises of further embrace, I sat on a chair at the kitchen table and I said

– So what do you think of her?

She remained standing up and she said with a reflexive air

– She is a very nice girl, she is pretty as can be, she seems to be smart, gentle and loving…

But Mr’s Smith’s face was not lightening up as she was saying those words, just as if she had been saying “This girl is bad news”.

And then she said

– Now I need to talk to you privately.

I knew very well what it meant, a visit in the private quarters. I understood now why the reluctance. Mrs. Smith thought Sabine was so wonderful that our own sexual encounters were doomed; and that made her sad. She wanted to tell me about it without any restraints and probably wanted to make love with me one last time, which was wrong but I really couldn’t say no… for her own sake of course.

So I followed her, looking at her big ass and already undressing her in my mind, kissing her buttocks, massaging her hips… The last time we had made love was already two weeks before; I realized I wanted to make love with Mrs. Smith very badly.

“Hold on Mitch, calm down! Let Mrs. Smith ask you about it!”

She sat down on the bed and told me to sit in the armchair at the small desk. This was not what I expected.

– Mitch, Sabine is wonderful indeed but she is not for you!

– Not for me?!…

I was shocked.

– Maybe it’s not the right wording, this girl is not going to fulfill your life. You may want her as a girlfriend for a while but I don’t think you will be happy with her for the long term.

– But why?… you said she is wonderful!

You really don’t see why?

– No.

– Mitch why do you like making love with me, besides the fact that I could be your grandmother and that I have a great personality? What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you want to express your desire for me?

– I think I was understanding what she was getting at, but I was trying to deny it.

– Well it’s your skin and your softness and your kindness, Sabine has all that.

– Come on Mitch, don’t be silly. You love the fact that I’m fat, big, huge… As we walked in, what were you looking at and fantasizing about as you were following me?…. my kindness!?

She knew me very well; and she could sense that I was admiring her lovely ass. I had to admit that she had a point.

– Do you look at Sabine’s rear the same way? Have you noticed that Sabine is skinny? Not that there is anything wrong with it!

I gave her a sheepish look.

– You’re attracted to her for a lot of good reasons and I understand them. There also may be some bad ones, like she is a kind of a trophy for you. But that’s besides the point. My point is that you are sexually attracted to big girls, not skinny ones; and sexual attraction is a big part of a couple’s life.

It was true but I didn’t want to admit it.

– I think it will work out.

– Please Mitch, we are friends. I am ready to give up our sex life. But I really don’t think she’s the one for you. Please think about what I just said.

We went back to the kitchen, and had lunch. I was trying to ignore what she had said; and I was konya escort bumped that we didn’t make love, even if it was to be the last time.

A week later I missed Mrs. Smith’s lunch again to be with Sabine. I could not very well bring her there all the time; but the following week I came back on my own as Sabine was away. And Mrs. Smith asked me how things were.

– Are you having a good time with Sabine?

– Yes things are really working out, it seems like we do love each other.

– Did you think about what I told you Mitch?

– Yes I did but I think it’s going to work out. You are probably right about the trophy element but I imagined her without it, and I still love her.

– Mitch, Mitch I think you are really making a big mistake.

I raised my voice then and almost whining.

– Well you say that because you’re jealous and you just want to keep me for yourself.

– Ouch… that hurts!

For the first time ever I was reacting with Mrs. Smith the way I would have done with my parents, like a teenaged brat. I was ashamed of myself.

– No I’m so sorry, I was totally inappropriate and it was mean of me to say that. I can’t believe I have told you that. I’m really sorry!

– Thank your apologies Mitch!… You could be right tough. I think I’m doing it out of love for you, but there is a certainly an element of jealousy and yes, I would also like to keep you for myself. But I believe and I’m hoping that it is the person caring about you who is talking.

– I know it is Mrs. Smith… I was a total ass.

– Well now , my turn to be mean and become a total ass…

And she tried to smile while saying that…

– Mitch I need to have a last private talk.

She opened the door, she asked me to lead the way and said with a smile

– This will prevent you from having naughty thoughts my dear friend.

Again she sat on the bed and asked me to sit on a chair in front of her.

– It’s fine to love her Mitch but there’s something that you are not getting and I need to demonstrate it to you. I hope you will forgive me, it’s going to be hard.

What could be hard? Was Mrs. Smith going to beat me on the head with a stick or maybe beat me on the head with her huge breasts, that would not be very hard!

She said.

– Come kneel in front of me, and let me guide you. Give my your right hand.

She took my hand and put it on her left breast.

– Now cup it and press it. Go ahead.

Wow, I loved that. Even if it’s was going to be hard, I loved the beginning.

– Keep going…

She was wearing a black shirt. As she was talking she unbuttoned her shirt completely, took my hand away so she could move the side of the shirt out of the way, took her big breast out of her white bra, and put my hand back on her breast.

– Keep massaging it, Do you feel it?

She was saying that in a completely detached way. I was not detached at all. It was as erotic as our first night together; seeing one side of her shirt opened and one side covered, her huge breast in my hand. I was feeling it indeed. The breast was filling my wide open hand completely, heavy and soft at the same time. As I was starting from the start of ther breast on her chest, I was not even close to touching her arola with my palm. Her nipple was there all erect and taunting me.

– Do you like it?

– Oh yes.

– Do you enjoy it?

– Very much so!

At this point I was not thinking of what Mrs. Smith wanted to tell me, I was fully into holding this big breast, ravishing in this task; wondering how much it weighed exactly, not a Guiness book record but certainly a lot.

– Now cup it, massage it, feel the weight in your hand, feel my big erect nipple in your palm. Move this big tit of mine around.

– …

– And now put it in your mouth. Try to swallow it, feel the nipple in your throat. Suck it Mitch my dear, suck it good.

I was so happy to oblige. I did as I was told, inhaling the breast, feeling the nipple in the back of my mouth, trying to get as much of it as I could inside my mouth, almost choking with it.

– Keep going, suck my nipple in your tongue, go around it.

I removed my hand which was getting in the way and held her back to help pull her to my mouth. It went like this for a while, I don’t know how long, I had lost the sense of time.

Meanwhile she remained totally aloof contrary to usual. Except for the hard erect nipple and her words of encouragement, her body was not reacting and she was actually preventing me from moving my hands towards her hips and ass.

She finally said.

– Stop now Mitch and go back to the chair.

I went back to the chair. She put this wonderful heavy breast back inside the white bra, hooked up the bra, closed her shirt, taking her time to do that, obviously doing it slowly and deliberately. I was still looking at her, drooling and breathing hard.

– I hope you enjoyed it and took a good look Mitch. This was the last time you handled a big boob . I take it you will still look at fat ladies and try to catch a glimpse of their forms but as you are going to be with Sabine, the real thing is over. I know you, I know you won’t want to take a mistress; you are the faithful type and it’s wonderful. Only an old manipulative woman like me could get you to do what you just did. You know the choice you’re making. From now on you will only enjoy big women from porn magazines or books.

The internet was not even invented then; or nobody had heard about it.

And also it makes me sad is that you are betraying the large women of this country, choosing a skinny girl and remaining in the closet. They are so few men who are willing to admit to themselves that they are attracted to fat girls, and act upon it. Too bad you will not have the courage to be truthful to your self and come out of the closet.

After her lecture, we got out, had lunch. I didn’t have heart for anything. I left soon after eating, gave her a quick hug that she kept at arms bay; no feeling of her chest here, and walked back to the campus.

I was so incredibly sad. She was right! But I did love Sabine, this situation really sucked! And the trouble was, I couldn’t even masturbate, as masturbation was leading me to large girls, not skinny ones, exactly the point Mrs. Smith was making; and that I didn’t want to have confirmed.

To be continued…

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And what about you, my dear reader who reads about the very full figure Mrs. Smith?… Are you remaining in the closet and betraying those wonderful fat women waiting for you?

If you are already married I certainly don’t blame you for reading this whether your wife if small or large; I wouldn’t want to encourage you to break your marital vows, and hope that your readings don’t prevent you from loving her.

But if you are not taken, what are you doing? Are you embracing who you are, and following your tastes instead of letting the current fat phobia govern you? Your are blessed with wants which are not a crime neither from a society standpoint nor from a religious one. And those wants if accepted, will give you an incredible amount of opportunities. You will find jewels, pearls that others have disregarded!

But you have to go against the sex fashion of this time. You have to be brave to face this barrier. You have to accept the fact that you won’t be “cool” and even be mocked by some morons. You have to have the courage to tell the world that you have different tastes than the one currently imposed upon you, the courage to be different!

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Losing my virginity was the biggest anticlimax ever. I was 19, a freshman in college, and I just itching to get laid. It may sound stupid now, but I hadn’t dated much in high school, and I was really afraid that I would die a virgin. I was shy, and I didn’t have a very good self-image. Also, I had discovered the joys of penetration early, and I had built up penis-in-vagina sex in my mind as the ultimate sexual pleasure. I was dating this guy who we’ll just call Mr. X. He was a couple years ahead of me, but seemed so much older. I knew he wasn’t all that, but that was alright. He was smart, fairly cute, and had the hots for me.

We had been fooling around for a while already. I liked sucking his dick, and it was fun making out with him. He hadn’t actually made me come yet, but that was ok. I was pretty good at doing myself.

I should have known it was a bad idea when he didn’t want to use a condom. He promised that he wouldn’t come inside me, but I was having none of that. He argued, sulked, and complained, but I was firm. I should have walked out then and there.

Well, it didn’t hurt; I’ll say that much for it. It wasn’t much fun either. I had been fucking myself with improvised toys for years (some quite a bit larger than his penis too), and I don’t even remember losing my hymen. What is was was uncomfortable, selfish, mechanical, and over mercifully quickly.

He never spoke to me again after that night. I hadn’t told him I was a virgin (I was embarrassed), and I don’t think he knew he was my first. He stopped calling and avoided me outright. I saw him around, but I never spoke to him again. I don’t know what his deal was. I was a wreck. Not that I cared that much about him in particular; I just thought there must be something horribly wrong with me to make him act like that. I thought I must be terribly unattractive.

At thanksgiving break, I stayed at school, while my roommate and almost everybody else in the dorms went home to see family. It was too far for me to travel and I couldn’t afford it. I was feeling really low. I was exhausted from midterms, and still an emotional wreck from being used and dumped by Mr. X.

Kathleen lived in the dorm across the hall from me. She was beautiful. I mean, like super-model beautiful. Tall (not as tall as me, but tall), long red hair, flashing blue eyes, curly eyelashes, tight butt, big (but not too big) breasts, amazingly fit; I don’t think there was an ounce of excess fat on her, and she had beautiful shoulders. nigdeescort.com I love a girl with a nice back, and hers was amazing: toned and muscular. She was a dancer, and I had wanted her from the moment I saw her. Needless to say, we barely even spoke to each other. She had a boyfriend, a couple years older, disgustingly good-looking, and probably wealthy. I was a tech theatre major at the time, and I was always wearing grubby clothes and working in the theatre.

It turned out that Kathleen was one of the only other students on my floor who had stayed at school for the holiday. She had a roommate, Nancy, who scared me. Nancy was another dancer, beautiful too, but severe and aloof. But Nancy had gone home for the holiday.

I had certainly thought about lesbian sex before. Actually, it was one of my favorite fantasies as an adolescent; up there with fucking the brains out of that boy on the track team (among others), and having anal sex (preferably with a skinny, smart punk-rock poet). But I had never actually had a crush on a girl until Kathleen.

Saturday morning we had breakfast in the dining hall, all 12 or so of us ‘orphans’. I worked up my nerve and asked Kathleen if she would like to hang out and play cards or listen to music or something. She said sure, later on. I swear that was the longest conversation we had ever had up to then. My heart was pounding, and my head was full of lustful thoughts.

Understand that, although I had a healthy fantasy life, and had been masturbating to thoughts of Kathleen for months now, I didn’t really know much about the mechanics of girl sex. When I was in high school, I had assumed that lesbians had to use strapons to have sex. (Not that there’s anything wrong with strapons!). Research and reading had since informed me that oral sex was a big part of it. Problem was I had no idea what one was supposed to actually DO once you had your face in the pussy of the one you desired. I guessed that I would make it up as I went along. If I even got the opportunity… God I wanted her! It was a long afternoon.

I remember that I spent the day in an agonizing mix of anticipation, trepidation, lust and frustration. I didn’t want to go out in case Kathleen knocked and missed me. I tried to read. I tried to watch tv. I went down for lunch. I masturbated. I took a shower. Waiting was driving me crazy. She probably wouldn’t come by after all; she was a popular girl, she had a boyfriend, we had never even spoken or niğde escort hung out before.

Kathleen knocked on my door about six. She looked beautiful. Her hair was done up in a bun. I noticed that she had a dusting of freckles on her highly defined cheekbones. Her blue eyes flashed. I felt giddy, almost sick with lust and nerves.

We hung out in her room and talked and played cards. I honestly don’t remember what we talked about. All I could think about, more than anything in the world, was that I wanted to kiss her. And I wanted her to kiss me back.

She mentioned that her shoulders were stiff; she had been working out that afternoon. Heart pounding, I offered her a massage. She accepted. I sat behind her on the floor and started to rub her shoulders. Touching her, my hands on her skin, well, I was getting really physically turned on at that point. It was incredible.

Kathleen groaned, told me that my hands felt great. I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. I was totally prepared for her to freak out, to throw me out of her room. Instead, she turned her head and kissed me on the lips.

I can’t describe the sensation of that first kiss. It was heaven. Not an orgasm, but better in a way. I didn’t ever want it to stop.

She pulled back. “Is this ok?” she asked. In answer, I kissed her again, harder, hungry for her.

We kissed for a long time. We spent over an hour, just kissing. We didn’t talk, we didn’t undress or grope, just kissed each other’s mouth, face, neck. We pressed our lips together and breathed each others air.

We found ourselves on her bed, with me lying on top of her. She said something like “Please Andrea I need you to touch me” and brought my hand to the ample swell of her breast. That was enough for me. I unbuttoned her shirt and with her help unsnapped her bra (I never understood before why guys found it so difficult!), lowered my lips to her erect nipple, and tasted her delicious breast flesh for the first time. I was in heaven!

Well it didn’t take us long to get naked. I was incredibly turned on. It was the first time I had ever been that wet before; by the time she pulled off my jeans, I had soaked all the way through them. She looking incredibly beautiful naked, all muscular and slim and feminine and sexy. Her breasts were large and round; her pussy was nearly shaved, with just a neatly trimmed patch of reddish hair covering the mons. In comparison, I felt like a naked giraffe. To my lasting joy and astonishment, she didn’t seem to think so at all. In fact she seemed almost as turned on by my body as I was hers.

She was a little more experienced; I gathered that she had fooled around with girls before. She taught me how to eat her pussy, how to lick her clit. I loved it!! I had, of course, sucked guys off before, and I really enjoyed doing that, but this was amazing! I loved the taste, the smell, the sensation. I loved having her wetness on my face, making her squirm and shake and come. I flicked her clit with my tongue and fingered her pussy. I wanted to probe her puckered little asshole too, to stick my tongue up there, but I didn’t. I didn’t want her to think I was a pervert.

She went down on me next. It was great. It was like I had always hoped that sex would be like. It wasn’t the first time I had had orgasms with another before, but it was the first time I really surrendered to it.

We spent the entire night together. It turned out that she too had a vibrator, and we took turns fucking each other. It was such a turn-on to see the red toy slipping between her lips, filling her pussy as she diddled her clit. I loved it when she fucked me with her toy. I’ve always liked having something inside me when I get off, and having her drive it into me set me off again and again. I wanted to be utterly hers. I really wanted her to stick the buzzing rod up my asshole, to spank my clit silly while she fucked me in the ass. I was, alas, too shy to ask for it.

We slept in her bed, cuddled together, sticky and naked and tired. We had sex again in the morning, lazy sensual and slow. Then we went down to the cafeteria and had breakfast together. We had skipped dinner the night before and had worked up quite an appetite!

We had a lot of sex over that thanksgiving holiday. It was amazing, life-changing sex for me. The problem was, I wanted her to be my girlfriend, and she already had a boyfriend. I was convinced that I was in love with her, and she just wanted to fool around. At one point she half suggested that we do a threesome (and I could totally kick myself!), and I laughed it off. We got together a few more times after school started again, but it wasn’t the same. It felt like we were sneaking around, and I felt like I was competing with this guy. I was jealous. And the truth was, aside from the sex, we didn’t have all that much in common. We couldn’t find much to talk about. Truth be told, I don’t think she was that bright. So we drifted apart. We became less than friends, but more than acquaintances. She got engaged. I got busy with school. We totally lost contact. I hope she has a good life.

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My Best Friend, The Faggot

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“You don’t have to be alone,” he sighed as he rested his forehead against mine, his body tense and vulnerable in my shadow, coming closer than he’d ever done before. I looked at him, this face I had seen a thousand times but was now looking at me with a range of emotions it never displayed to me before. Pity, sadness and most of all lust. I hated his face in this moment. I wanted to beat it bloody for being such a weak little faggot. I wanted to scream that he should shut the fuck up and be a man. But rejecting him, this open wound of a boy standing in front of me in the street light, would break his heart. And that is the one thing I couldn’t bear to live with. So I kissed him.

I didn’t plan it like this. It should’ve been just another fun party night like we’ve had so many times. I wanted to escape the drama with my dad and I had booked a hotel room looking out over the city’s busy square with all the popular clubs. The rush of alcohol still in my mind, the air filling with smoke from my lungs. Usually I would have invited some blonde bimbo to come up with me. I could have impregnated the bitch to clear my head. But how long was I going to do that? I’m 26. I’m not particularly good looking, scrawny, short, teeth fucked up from fights, drinks and drugs. But I could talk myself into any panty. Had for the past ten years. And the joy always ended the second I pulled out of their pussies. It wasn’t what I was looking for anymore, but what was I did not know.

This is how I came to look not at a beautiful girl in her underwear begging me to eat her out, but at my best friend, drunk and pathetic. He had seen how I was hurting and wanted to talk. He always wanted to talk. Like a nagging wife. He might be the only one I answered though. I couldn’t trust those girls to understand but he did. He listened. So here he was, ready for bed, in nothing but his ugly briefs, short like me but fatter. His build awkward and unmanly. He had pretty eyes and hair but that was about it. He looked like faggot and it bugged me.

I closed my eyes, pressed my lips onto his and ignored the cold, stern kiss back. It wasn’t izmir escort anything like kissing a girl. It was harder, dryer, rougher in a sense. I slid my tongue into him and licked the inside of his mouth. My teeth bashed into his, our mouth wide open in duel. I pressed so hard he stumbled backwards and my body followed. I couldn’t stand to look at his face so I didn’t. I kept my eyes closed and mouth wide open as I threw my half naked body onto his, the warmt of our boxers briefs crashing into each other.

He started to moan, signifying his pleasure over the shared emotions I tried to run away from. I was relieved. I always knew this is what he wanted. He couldn’t confront me by talking if he was moaning. But my anger hadn’t subsided. My fear of losing my best friend, of showing him how much I actually cared for him, ever present. If he wanted to be more than friends and ruin everything we had, so be it. But it would be on my terms. Without thinking, I lifted his legs up in the air, I ripped this faggy grey boxers from his ass, took my dick out and jammed it inside of him.

His ass had looked so good. His ass had always looked good. It was meaty and round, and in his pants looked a lot like that of a girl. The boys and I had joked about it often. But there, lying there in the orange light, it was mine. No one else’s. He was my best friend. It belonged to me and I wanted to feel it inside. So I did.

He screamed.

“Stop, let me prepare first. You’re hurting me!”

But I didn’t care. This is what he wanted, I knew it. This is how we could be together. How we could share the love we had for each other. My toes dug into the sheets and my rock hard dick dived deeper into his dried up cunt. It hurt a little, but it was so warm I didn’t care. I felt his body resist but once my shaft was up to the hilt inside of him, and I rested, I could feel his body giving up. He was mine now. I kissed my best friend again so I didn’t have to look at him and started to buck my hips.

He moaned.

Now it was me who sighed, who let his entire body relax and move on instinct. Something izmirescort.asia about him, about knowing this naked body in my arms, of knowing the lips on mine, even of feeling the male genitals against my stomach for the first time, which felt gross, sticky and weird, made me whole. Sex with women wasn’t like this, this instinctual, this painful. I smelled his odour which I had known since we were boys and felt safe. I heard his voice, which I had a thousand conversations with, in my ears. And my lower body plowed into his.

His arms slid over my back, his legs over my ass and arms. I felt closer to him than I had to anyone before. Was this what Love was like? I didn’t have time to enjoy. I had to keep pounding. I had to hear the pain his voice. I had to punish his weak little body for desiring this. I had to punish myself for doing this. No. This was just natural unloading for a man. It didn’t matter for my dick if the hole was attached to a woman or a girly boy. All that mattered was blowing my seed and feeling the warmth of flesh. I pushed my hand onto his face. I didn’t want him to see me. I didn’t want to see him. I wanted him to choke. To die knowing he wasn’t a man. A disgusting little faggot for wanting dick. I didn’t care that he was like this but I had to make him suffer for it all the same. And if it was dick he wanted it had to be my dick he wanted most. No one else’s. My pounding increased, aided by our sweat and juices. My hips moved up so my dick stretched his hole up. He screamed in agony. He tried to stop me but I grabbed his wrists and pushed them down. He started weeping. I knew I was doing the right thing.

Deeper, harder, I had to keep going, I had to hurt him, fill his back with my load. My balls slapped against his ass. My dick slid in and out of his pussy as if they were made for each other. He kept his own legs in the air with his hands. My arms stood like pillars beside his face. I finally looked in his eyes. He stared back at me with a mixture of agony, lust and love. This face. It knew me. It looked into my soul. It knew my dreams, my wants, my hopes, my love. He didn’t have to say it but I saw that he knew how much I needed this. How much I wanted this, too. This wasn’t just him getting his dream of banging a straight boy, like I knew he always secretly longed for my dick just like every faggot. No, I needed to do this with him. With someone who cared for me and wanted to heal my pain. The pain that told me I could never love a girl. That I didn’t deserve happiness. The pain that saw me for the monster I was. He saw it, and he told me I deserved better anyway.

My dick started to tingle inside of him. His hole was wide open and his ring had softened for me. Something happened in my brain. I moaned in pleasure as my mind was literally blown. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. I lowered my face and planted my lips onto his again. This time I knew what to expect. This time our lips enveloped each other. This time our tongues danced. This time I told him I loved him too. My arms weakened along with the image I had of myself as a lady killer, they reached under back and gripped his face. His hands sought my face too. His legs grip tightened around me. And my dick slowed down into long strokes. One. Deeper. Two. Stretch him until he rips. Three. Impregnate him.

“I love you,” I breathed into him.

“I love you too,” he moaned.

Our bodies finally experienced what it was like, what it meant, to make love. To produce it with two bodies that looked exactly alike, despite nature, religion and the rest of this world telling them they could never experience this, they shouldn’t experience this, but, with two dicks, two flat chests and two broken hearts, did anyway.

We both moaned into each other and we both tensed up. His cum shot between our stomachs, providing for the necessary lube between our bodies rubbing together fast paced. I shot my fertile load far into his belly where it belonged. Wet from sweat, cum and tears, we collapsed into each other. We panted, we laughed foolishly and we looked each other in the eyes before we kissed again. Thankful, validating, conforming of the pleasure we just shared. We fell asleep like this, me still inside him and our bodies glued together with bodily fluids. In each others arms, our faces touching each other. We were men. We were in love. And we were lonely no more. At least for now.

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Shara’s Seduction

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Shara was a rather bored mother of two. She was married to a wonderful man, and had good family ties and pleasing friendships. She had always felt incomplete though, as if part of her was missing.

One day, while at her best friend’s house, Shara saw a sight that awakened the longing and desire that she so seldom experienced anymore. Her friend was changing into cooler clothes. She was walking down the hallway while she did, allowing Shara to get a glimpse of her clad only in a very sexy and suggesting bra and panty set.

Shocked, Shara realized her longing for what it was, and also felt the moisture that dampened her inner lips. She felt flushed, as if there was any way her friend Morgan would notice.

But being Morgan, she did. “Shara, what is it? Are you okay?” inquired Morgan. Shara acknowledged that all was fine, she too was just feeling a little overheated. “Let me get you something cooler to change into,” suggested Morgan. “Okay,” Shara said.

She filled a water tumbler to the brim, and added a few cubes of ice to help complete the illusion that the heat was indeed what was getting to her.

Morgan returned with a skimpy top and a pair of shorts so tiny that Shara wondered just exactly how she was supposed to fit into them. “Just slip into these,” Morgan said. “You’ll be much more comfortable gümüşhane escort if you do.”

“I don’t know about that,” Shara thought. She slipped her own t-shirt off. The slinky little top that Morgan had brought to her was very tight across the bust. She took off her own bra and put the shirt back on. Still tight, but bearable. The shorts fit snugly as well, but it was not uncomfortable. She looked in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw there. Two kids, and still slim. Pretty fit for a woman of 25. Nice breasts, perky with small rosy pink nipples. Ass firm, calves taut.

“Shara, are you coming out, or what?” called Morgan. Shara opened the door. She was looking intently at Morgan’s face to see what her reaction would be.

“Shara, you look great!!” gushed Morgan. Shara noticed a slight flush begin on Morgan’s lovely freckled face. Morgan put her tongue out and wet her lips slowly, tensely.

Shara couldn’t help it. The shirt felt so good rubbing against her small, hard nipples it caused a burst of liquid fire rise deep within herself.

Morgan had a concentrated look on her face. Suddenly she smiled and said she was so hot she was just going to jump into the shower to cool off. Was there a chance that Shara might want to as well?

Shara was startled. But gumushaneescortiste.com enormously excited by the prospect.

Morgan went to start the water. Shara called, “Morgan, I like it REALLY hot!” The double meaning caused Morgan to burst into a fit of laughter.

Shara was really getting aroused now. She’d never dreamed anything like this would ever happen between her and Morgan. She felt so happy she had come by that day.

“Ready, Shara!” called Morgan.

Shara entered the bathroom, and was immediately in the midst of hot steam. “It feels like a sauna in here,” she thought. She peeked in the shower and saw to her supreme excitement that Morgan was unclothed. “I’ll just be a minute, ” she called.

Undressed, she stepped into the shower as well.

It started out innocently enough. Until a feather light touch on her back turned out to be Morgan. “Do you want me to wash your back? She asked, a little shy. “Sure, as long as I get to wash yours afterwards.” Shara said. It was the most gentle and loving backwashing that she’d ever had. It made her want to swoon. True to her word, she washed Morgan’s back after hers was all rinsed off.

From there, Morgan proffered her front. “Would you mind washing these as well?” Morgan asked, her desire pleading in her eyes. “I’d love to,” Shara said. She got some soap on her hands, and tenderly massaged Morgan’s beautiful breasts. When they were rinsed, Shara couldn’t help herself. Mesmerized by the look and feel of those perfect C cups, she knelt in the shower, and suckled Morgan’s luscious nipple . With her thumb and forefinger, she rolled and lightly squeezed the other nipple. Morgan was moaning, obviously enjoying this.

She reciprocated by using one hand to manipulate one of Shara’s nipples. The other hand traced down Shara’s body until it came to her shaved genitals. Morgan guided her finger expertly right to Shara’s clitoris, and started to rub it in a smooth and steady motion. Pretty soon it was Shara who was moaning.. It was no wonder. She hadn’t ever felt pleasure this intense.

Shara started to feel hurt when Morgan pushed her away from her breasts, then changed her mind as Morgan got on her knees. In that hot, hot water, Morgan licked her and fingered her until her Shara was whimpering that she was going to come, she just couldn’t help it. Morgan viciously shoved her whole fist up there in Shara’s wet, wet tunnel. She had never felt so violated, and well, to be honest, enraptured. Shara screamed out in ecstasy and rocked her whole body with Morgan’s fist. She came faster and harder than she ever had before.

Morgan reached behind them and turned off the water. As she genly dried Shara off, she smiled a devilish grin. “Just you wait until next time,” she promised. “I’ve got lots of toys…”

And Shara really couldn’t wait…

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Messy Melinda Ch. 03

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Folks, this is a pure fantasy story, intended purely and solely for entertainment. Nothing that happens in it is real, none of it is meant to be in any way realistic, real life is never, ever, ever like this. This is just some good dirty messy family crossdressing kinky fun!

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As the chilly, golden egg-goo ran down her bare buns, Melinda was able to stop herself just short of a full-bore orgasm right there in front of her friends and family! The sensation of the semi-liquid, semi-solid mess on her buns was so…it was just indescribable! To make it worse (or better, a treacherous voice said in her head…), she was naked and covered in goo right in front of her loved ones and closest friends in all the world! Every step she took caused her bare feet to squish around in the egg-goo that was gathering on the rubber mat, and the sound and feeling of that gunk between her toes was almost enough to bring on the orgasm she had just fought off!

“T-thanks, Jean,” Melissa said, trying hard to sound sarcastic, and she was afraid sounding just a little bit too sincere for her own comfort. “For the egg.”

“You’re welcome, Melinda,” her daughter-in-law said with a teasing but friendly smile. “It was my pleasure!”

“I’ll bet,” Melinda said, this time managing a sincere wry tone.

Even the smirk on Tina’s face, annoying as it was, added to the incredible, exposed, taboo sensations that the gunk flowing over her bare body were producing. Melinda wondered if she was going insane, but just then she knew that the last thing she wanted was for the ‘game’ to stop!

“Ready for your next egg, Mel?” Tina asked with that irritating smirk that was making Melinda’s belly roll in a not-unpleasant way. “Two more to go for your mistake!”

“Y-your turn,” she managed to tell her son, turning to face him and handing him an egg, proud of how steady he managed to keep her voice. She didn’t really think anyone had heard the tiny stammer when she started to speak!

Neil took the egg from his mother, looking down at her from his modest height advantage, and said to her very softly, to low for anyone but the five of them standing there together to hear, “You’re very beautiful when you’re covered in slime, Mom!”

She giggled and smirked, and said equally softly, “Thanks so much, Honey. That’s just what every mother wants to hear from her son!”

The five of them snickered, and they could tell that the rest of the room was wondering what they were laughing about. None of them were inclined to explain, though.

With a sigh, Melinda asked, “So where’s it gonna be, son?”

To her surprise, Neil squatted down to set the egg in front of her, in the pool of goop the four of them were standing in. Then he stood up and ordered her in a normal voice, “Step on it, Mom!”

She looked at him with her head tilted and said, “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. Crush it, right now! Right foot.”

Melinda looked around at her children and children-in-law, all of whom were grinning at her. She looked around the room at her granddaughters and friends, and sighed and lifted one leg, and brought her bare right foot down on the egg, which exploded in gooey blast of yolk and whites.

“Now rub your foot around it,” Neil ordered his mother. “Get it all over your sole!”

“That wasn’t part of the deal!” Melinda protested, but even as she did she was obeying her son’s instructions, rubbing her bare foot forward-and-back and side-to-side to get as much of the goop as she could onto it. Some of the goop flowed up between her toes and çankırı escort she shivered in a mixture of amusement, embarrassment, and pleasure.

“Thank you, Neil, for that disgusting egg,” Melinda laughed, and then she leaned up and kissed her son on the cheek, to the general amusement of the room.

“You’re very welcome, Mom.”

With a sigh of mixed emotion, Melinda turned to her barely-clad 34 year old daughter, and handed her an egg. “I’m ready when you are, Baby.”

Cathy looked at the egg in her hand, at her mother and brother, and then squatted down herself and put the egg in front of her mother’s left foot. As she did, Melinda noticed that she was giving most of the room a good look at her panty-covered rear end, and Melinda did not believe for a moment that this was an accident.

Cathy always had this exhibitionistic streak, Melinda thought to herself. Noticing a bulge in Steve’s pants, Melinda mused, Looks like her husband likes it, too! Or maybe it’s me standing here in my birthday suit…nah, couldn’t be. Not when he’s used to her.

“OK, Mommy,” Cathy said with a snicker, “crush it just like you did the last one!”

“Boring,” Tina said, but Melinda noticed she watched closely as she raised her left foot and crushed the egg with a little more force than the previous one. It blew apart fast enough that bits of egg-stuff landed on her children’s bare legs and the clothing of her children-in-law. She ran her foot all through the remnants just as before, avoiding shards of shell as best she could, and wiggling her toes as the goo worked its way between them.

Damn but that feels weird…and good!! Melinda thought.

“Thank you, Darling, for that very unoriginal egg,” Melinda said. Soft laughter rose from the others.

“I like things to match,” Cathy said unabashed.

“Ready to continue?” Tina asked. “We’ve only got a few questions left for our messy players!”

“Thank Heaven,” Melinda said. “Let’s get it over with!”

“You just think it ends when the questions are over, Mom,” Cathy whispered in her mother’s ear. “We’re barely getting started!”

“Goody,” Melinda whispered back dryly…or tried to. Again, the word sounded a lot more sincere than she intended it too!

“Next question,” Tina said, looking at her list. “Melinda, this is a good one! It’s a true or false about your son Neil.”

“Get on with it, bitch,” Melinda said with a smile.

“True or false: When he was in junior high, Neil used to secretly dress up in your clothes when he was a teenager!”

Melinda started slack-jawed at Tina, wondering if she could possibly be serious. Her son certainly would never have done that…but then again, look at what was happening now! Surely…but…her son…she blushed, and looked at Neil, who was just grinning at his mother, enjoying her reaction. Cathy seemed equally cheerful, and so did her daughter-in-law.

Given that, Melinda smiled and said, “False.”

“Wrong,” Tina grinned.

Melinda thought she might faint. “B-but-I mean, Neil, you didn’t?!”

“I did,” Neil said, not appearing to be in any way embarrassed by this admission in front of family and friends. “Several times. You never realized it because I was really careful, but Cathy caught me at it and blackmailed me like crazy!”

“Y-you knew?!” she demanded of her daughter.

“Sure did,” Cathy said. “Had a lot of fun with it, to be honest. He made a cute girl!”

“And it doesn’t bother you?!” she demanded of Jean.

“Why would it?” Jean asked reasonably. cankiriescort.net “He never kept it a secret from me, after all, I knew he liked to dress up as a girl when I married him!”

“Yeah, Daddy makes a nice-looking lady!” Briana yelled out.

Considering the nature of the admission, Melinda thought it was somehow unfair that she seemed to be the only one blushing!

“How many here knew about this?!” Melinda demanded of the assembled. Most of the people in the room raised their hands, some a little blushingly, some laughing.

“Apparently I was the only one in the dark,” Melinda said darkly. “Just exactly what of mine did you wear, young man?!”

He shrugged. “A lot of different stuff, back then I was about your height, remember? Undies, pantyhose, that blue and green sweater you used to wear to get your hair done-“

“No wonder it was all stretched out!!” Melinda exclaimed. “The shoulders were stretched all out of shape, I always thought the washing machine messed it up! I ought to make you pay to replace it, Neil!”

Melinda was trying, very hard, to be mad, but it wasn’t working. The general laughter was infectious, and she had no personal problem with guys who liked to dress in drag, she’d just never thought her own son might be into it! She was a little annoyed about the sweater, though, even after all those years, it had been a favorite of hers.

“Sorry,” Neil grinned, sounding sort of sincere.

“You can pay me back by skipping my egging,” Melinda told him, though she was of two minds about that!

“Sorry,” Neil shook his head. “You guessed wrong and have to pay the price! Let’s have an egg!”

Melinda picked up an egg from the decreasing supply and handed it to her son. “Go ahead, sissy,” she said, but she was smiling as she did.

“Sticks and stones, gunk-girl,” Neil replied, as he looked his nude mother over to pick the spot. “Raise you head, Mom.”

“Like this?” Melinda said as she tilted her head back, thinking her son wanted to drop the goop on her face the way Steven had a few minutes earlier. Part of her could hardly wait!

Instead, Neil held the egg under his mother’s chin, and put his hand at the back of her head. With a gentle push, he pressed her head forward, so that she crushed the egg under her chin, sending golden goop down her neck and chest!

A shiver went through her, goose-bumps flowed all over her bare body, and she had to lean against her son to stay on her feet!

“Damn,” she whispered.

“I’ve got you, Mom,” Neil whispered back. “I won’t let you fall!”

“Thanks,” she said shakily in a whisper, then added aloud, just seconds before Tina was about to announce another error, “Thank you for the stupid egg, Neil.”

Then she stuck her tongue out at Tina. As she did she tasted the gunk on her face, made a grimace, and shivered.

“Last question,” Tina announced, “this one is about Cathy.”

“Considering how much the last one shook me up,” Melinda said, “I’m kinda scared to hear it!”

“I’m looking forward to your reaction,” Tina admitted. “Same format. True or false: Cathy and Jean used to make out before Jean married Neil.”

Melinda drew a deep breath, this was a hard question, a trick one really. The thing was, Melinda knew that Cathy, her wild child, had ‘experimented’ with girls in college. Cathy had never kept that a secret. But had she done it with Jean?? That Melinda just was not sure about! She would have said ‘no’, as far as she knew Jean was totally straight…but then again, she’d never dreamed her son liked to dress in drag and that his wife and daughters apparently knew about it and had no problem with it, either!

“Time’s running out, Mel!” Tina teased, humming the ‘Jeapardy’ theme…rather badly.

Jean was grinning, so was Cathy, Neil seemed totally unbothered by the concept that his wife and sister might have made out at some point! But given what she had just learned, Neil would have had a hard time shocking his mother just then!

Fifty fifty chance, if I guess, Melinda thought to herself, and given what I just found out…

“True!” Melinda said.

“False,” Tina replied with an evil smile.

Melinda sighed and said, “I should have followed my first instinct,”

“Maybe so,” Jean said to her mother-in-law. “But anyway, Cathy and I only started making out after I married Neil!”

Melinda felt a little dizzy for a moment. She looked at Cathy, who grinned and nodded, and at her son, who seemed no more bothered by his sister making out with his wife then she had been by the idea that he wore dresses. Steve was grinning too!

“I don’t believe you!” Melinda said. “This is a put-on!”

“Well, one way to prove it,” Cathy said, walking over to her sister-in-law, who put her hands on Cathy’s bare shoulders, drew her closer and locked lips for several seconds! Melinda watched her daughter and daughter-in-law kissing and felt her pussy starting to drip, she had to grab onto Neil’s arm to steady herself. Both her son and son-in-law were watching the women kiss with apparent appreciation. There was a bulge in Steve’s pants and Neil, in his goop-soaked undershorts, almost had his cock sticking out as it pressed against the tight cotton!

“Way to go, Mom! Go Aunt Cathy!” the twins urged their mother and aunt on, obviously enjoying the kinky show, as were the rest of the audience in the room.

The women broke off the kiss, and as Cathy carefully squished through the goop to resume her place, Jean asked her mother-in-law, “Believe it now?”

Melinda could only nod.

“I believe it, or else I believe I’m going to wake up in bed after the weirdest dream in my life,” she said. “I’m not sure which I believe yet, though.”

“Time for an egg, Mom!” Cathy said.

“Why?” Melinda demanded. “Just because I got the time wrong?”

“Wrong is wrong,” Cathy laughed. “Egg, now.”

Melinda handed her daughter the last egg, a rather small one. Cathy looked at her mother for a long moment, then said, “Open you mouth wide, Mom.”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” Cathy ordered.

“Cathy, you are not going to do what I think you’re going to do!” Melinda said, stepping back.

“Oh, yes, I am!” Cathy giggled. “Open!”

Looking around at the crowd, who seemed eager to see this, and feeling her belly fluttering and admitting to herself that part of her found the idea strangely appealing, Melinda opened her mouth as wide as she could. Cathy inserted the relatively small egg into her mother’s mouth, and mother and daughter looked at each other eye-to-eye for several moments before Cathy said, “Bite down, Mom.”

Melinda looked into her daughter’s eyes for a moment, and then she bit down, and the egg broke in her mouth, filling her mouth with gunk that ran out as she spat out the mess, the taste horrible and pleasant at the same time, the ‘feel’ of the gunk in her mouth indescribably slimy, and then the orgasm she’d been fighting almost since they started finally came over her. She lost her footing in the slippery goo, but Neil and Cathy had their hands on her arms so she went down slowly.

The next thing she knew, she was sitting on her butt in the pool of goo, a stupid smile on her face, and her kids were helping her sit up.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Emily squinted into the sun and then let her eyes rest on the beautiful landscaping along the edge of her resort hotel. Each plant appeared to have been chosen specifically for the look of the hotel itself. The same had been true about the restaurant there where she had grabbed a bite to eat the night before. It all fit together.

Her ex Paul certainly hadn’t skimped when he had planned this trip seven months ago. That’s two things he’d always been pretty good at: planning vacations – – and spending money. Emily had never wanted a whole lot, but when she fell for a guy who appeared to be doing pretty well for himself she had to admit that she had allowed him to spoil her a little bit. Emily was always the one hedging against making big purchases or going to lavish dinners, but Paul usually insisted, and she quickly got used to it, assuming that he knew what they could and couldn’t afford. After all, he was the one working in finance and she was just an elementary school teacher. She had been wrong to trust him, and she could only be thankful that they hadn’t had children yet.

Now here she was, on a theme park vacation all by herself. It had sounded fun when they planned it, but she kind of didn’t want to be here now. So many families with little kids and young couples populating her hotel had already made her a little self-conscious to be on her own. Was this really the kind of place for a single person to vacation? But she had been left feeling like she had no choice. Although the vacation package hadn’t been cheap, it had been discounted through some third party source Paul had gotten hooked into and they couldn’t get a refund when their marriage fell apart. He insisted the trip was for her and even though it was scheduled while school was in session, her principal, Mr Dantoni, had practically threatened to fire her if she didn’t go ahead and take this time for herself.

Did he think her work was suffering anyway? As far as Emily was concerned, her time with her third grade class was all that had succeeded in keeping her mind off her troubles and kept her getting up every morning. Her friends and family had mostly been sweet to her since the separation, but the recent Christmas break surrounded by their spouses and children wasn’t really her idea of a good time anymore. Another week off was coming up in just a couple of months, and she currently had no idea how she was going to fill that time. She was dreading it.

Emily was so deeply lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t even heard the resort bus pull up.

“Ma’am?” called the voice of the woman driving the bus, “are you getting on?”

She started to, pushed her curly brown hair away from her eyes and stepped up onto the bus as a couple of families filed in behind her. She had been told that this was one of the least busy times of the year at the resort, but she didn’t feel like she could tell. Most of the seats on the bus were already full. Emily walked to an elevated area in the back of the bus where she found a spot that was comparatively solitary, which really only meant that nobody was seated next to her. It was what she had chosen, but anytime something like this happened she couldn’t help but muse on the empty seat being the one that would have been filled by her husband in the past. The cheater. Not only had he been cheating on her with random waitresses and women at professional conferences (well, at least one of each), but he had been cheating on their taxes and had defrauded a couple of his clients. His high-roller image was just that. He’d been putting them into debt since she met him and was working every angle to maintain the high-end life he coveted but Emily had never wanted.

This trip was just another example of how his desperate need to show off would constantly backfire. Emily hadn’t been here since she was in middle school more than fifteen years ago. She had mentioned how she’d liked it then, and Paul had shown up two days later with the package paid for (kind of) and in hand. It was sort of sweet, but in retrospect it was pretty clear he was just trying to make up for the affairs she didn’t know about yet…and the tax evasion…and the fraud. The parks had been lots of fun for a 12 year-old girl with her family, but with her 30th birthday looming in April, Emily wasn’t sure she hadn’t outgrown what she’d heard some people call “forced frivolity.” With that in mind she had decided to ease into the trip by going to the park she remembered as the one her parents had liked the most. It was more sophisticated, with better food, and alcohol was on the docket this time…plenty of alcohol.

Emily was traveling light, so the bag check at the front of the park was pretty painless and she was able to make her way to the main gate rather quickly. One difference from the last time she’d been here was the entry process. Not only did she have her ticket loaded on a key card, but she could see that the people in front of her were also being asked to scan their fingerprints. It looked like a simple elazığ escort enough 2-step process, but some of the guests were having a little trouble with it, and she couldn’t quite figure out why.

It wasn’t until she stepped up to try it herself that she kind of froze up. The first step was easy, as she slid her key card out of her wallet and swiped it efficiently. With both hands now occupied with something she wasn’t sure which one to free up so she could scan her finger – – and did it matter what finger she used? She stood there for a second and decided to put her key card away before dealing with the finger scan. Unfortunately, the scan of her card expired before she could get her finger back to the scanner. So, the whole process had to start over again, and this time she was sure to be a lot quicker…but she ended up missing the scanner just a little and it didn’t get a full image of her print. The scanner flashed red and Emily’s usually crystal pale features were starting to go red with embarrassment.

“Here, let me help!” came a voice from behind the scanner. Emily looked up and saw a blonde girl stepping toward her, and was only more off guard than before. This was a beautiful young girl. The kind of girl who had always intimidated Emily when she was in school. That was before she had grown into her feet and teeth.

The blonde girl’s perfectly arched eyebrows lifted sympathetically at Emily.

“These things can be temperamental. I’ll reset it.” She pushed a button on the back of the scanner and it began to pulse yellow again.

“Just like this…” said the girl, and before Emily knew what had happened her hand was being held and guided back to the scanner. She felt a flash of energy burst through her. She told herself it was because this was the first time in more than five months that she had had physical contact with an adult who she wasn’t related to and she just wasn’t used to it anymore. The blonde girl placed Emily’s finger squarely on the scanner and it made a pleasant ‘bing!’ and turned green.

It was probably less than a second after the light turned green that the blonde girl let go of Emily’s hand, but it felt like a lot longer. Emily was sure the girl knew that the new shade of red creeping across her face was directly related to the very innocent hand holding that had happened only in the course of trying to do her job.

If the girl knew, she didn’t let on. She just smiled an amazing white-toothed smile, motioned toward the park and said “There you go! Have a great day here with us!”

Emily managed to let “thanks” fall out of her mouth and made a definitive few strides toward the closest building in her line of sight. It wasn’t until her third step that she looked up and realized she was headed straight for the Mens room. As she turned and moved in another direction, Emily couldn’t help glancing back to see if the blonde girl had watched her going to the wrong bathroom. It appeared that the girl was too engaged with her job again to notice. She laughed at something one of her co-workers said and ran her fingers through her short flounce of hair and down her long pink neck.

Emily retreated into the park, wondering what had just happened. Why did this sort of girl always seem to throw her? She tried to put the whole embarrassing event at the gate behind her and headed directly to one of the park’s bars. Nothing like a couple of glasses of wine to put her in the vacation mood. Then she could make an effort to actually tour the park and see what it had to offer. Maybe check out some of the things she had enjoyed as a girl.

She made the significant trek to the bar she’d targeted and it wasn’t long until she’d thrown down glasses of two very drinkable Italian wines. Emily had been offered a few different appetizers, and one particular shrimp dish had been tempting. But with a lunch reservation in just a couple of hours she wanted to be hungry for, she had demurred. Meals aren’t cheap here and it pays to actually want them.

Emily spent the next couple of hours just admiring the beauty and detail in the park. She even enjoyed her first ride. It was low impact, but charming, and she began to be a little less worried that she wouldn’t enjoy the full week she had planned. Despite her previous misgivings about being there alone, it was pretty clear that nobody else was paying enough attention to notice.

Her late lunch was at a decent Mexican place on the water and she couldn’t resist a couple of the more unique margaritas available there. Emily had been lucky enough to get a seat by the railing and she took her time lounging and looking across the water with her second drink in hand. The February weather in this southern location was pleasantly mild, but warm enough at lunchtime to result in a very mild sweat sticking Emily’s short house dress to her. She lifted the material up away from her skin and dabbed along her collarbone with a napkin, letting the tequila work its glow through her.

Emily’s elazigescort.biz mind wandered back to her encounter with the blonde girl at the front gate. She had always kind of resented effortlessly glamorous girls like that. They just automatically attract attention, and she could see why. Emily’s own beauty was less obvious. She was trim, but not athletic or dramatically busty. Her style didn’t go out of its way to call attention to itself, either. It wouldn’t be hard to guess she was an elementary school teacher and she knew she only had herself to blame for that. She had always assumed that the right man would love her more subtle look and fall for who she really was instead of just what she looked like. Paul was supposed to be that guy, but he turned out to be a dud, and Emily cursed herself for not realizing it before she married him. In the end, who had he been cheating with? A couple of dramatic redheads. At least the girl at the front gate wasn’t a redhead.

Emily shook these thoughts from her head and decided to take in some more of the park’s attractions. Preferably something indoors for the time being. She remembered really enjoying one of the park’s dark rides with huge robotic figures when she was younger so she determined to make her way in that direction, closer to the front of the park. When she got there, the show building was every bit as impressive as she had recalled so she walked in and committed to what she knew was one of the longer attractions in the whole resort.

There weren’t a whole lot of other guests filing in, and once the introductory film started she understood why. This attraction didn’t appear to have been updated since the last time she’d been there. In fact, it looked like the place maybe hadn’t been vacuumed in a couple of months. She considered giving the whole thing a pass, but just as she turned her head back towards the main entrance, the banks of doors that led to the next stage of the attraction popped open. She did want to see those huge robots…so Emily went ahead and joined the small group of tourists piling into the long banks of moving bench sets.

Most of the other guests moved to the front rows, but Emily decided to hang back and sit on her own in the rear. Just as everyone seemed to get settled and the lights started to come down, Emily heard a heavy metal door bang closed somewhere behind her and to her left. She craned her neck over to see what had made the sound, but the lights were already almost completely at black.

The whole big room was still in total darkness as its soundtrack began with voice-over and a booming score. And then Emily felt someone slide onto the bench next to her just before the doors motored shut on the vehicles. She was initially a little annoyed at this. With so many seats available, why would someone insist on sitting right next to her? When the lights came up a little on the attraction she was shocked to see the blonde girl from the gate sitting there smiling at her.

“Hi” the girl whispered, “I’m Bonnie.”

She didn’t break eye contact with Emily, even as the brunette guest looked up in response to another surge in the attraction’s soundtrack.

“hey…” uttered Emily, her mind already racing with a variety of questions. Who was this girl? Did she know her from somewhere else? How did she end up sitting here? Was she following her?

Bonnie whispered again, “I saw you come in here and thought I’d see how your day had been going.”

“Oh” said Emily. That had only partially answered a couple of her questions.

Bonnie leaned over a bit, extended her elbow and gave Emily’s shoulder a friendly nudge. “What’s your name?”

Even this extremely mild and informal initiation of contact again sent a shock of excitement through Emily, and she had no idea how to interpret it. But she had been asked a question. She could answer that. That she could do. “Um, I’m…uh, Emily.”

Well that was eloquent, she thought. Her eyes darted around at her surroundings. With the lights low and the other people fully engaged in this stone-aged attraction, they all seemed even further away than they had when Emily had selected her seat in the back. The vehicles were pivoting to one side now and the ride had barely started. Whatever was happening here, she was going to have to deal with it. With that in mind she turned to face the blonde girl on her right. What had she said her name was? Bonnie?

Bonnie was still putting all of her attention on Emily and if anything she was sitting a little bit closer than before. She had the kind of features that just popped out like a 3D billboard, with pronounced dimples in each cheek, eyes that twinkled over plump cheeks, and a small nose that was almost upturned a bit. Oh yeah, and the smile she was flashing was like something out of a toothpaste commercial. Her whole countenance seemed to insist upon itself…but somehow, Emily was finding herself becoming more comfortable with the thrill Bonnie’s attentions were eliciting in her – at least to the point that she felt like she could actually talk to her in full sentences. But of course Bonnie then beat her to it.

“They’ve been letting this thing deteriorate for a little while now, but I still really like it. There are lots of rumors they’re going to replace it with something new,” she said, now turning to regard the big room around them as they moved. Bonnie was leaning in and pointing at something, but Emily couldn’t tell what. Her attention was more focused on how Bonnie’s hair was lightly brushing up against her cheek. And then the hand that had been doing the pointing dropped and found a home on Emily’s knee. Strangely enough, this was the first moment Emily considered that Bonnie actually might be hitting on her. The hand just rested there in what seemed like a friendly fashion while Bonnie shared some other piece of trivia connected to the attraction.

“Have you been on it before?” Bonnie asked, her face registering concern that she might be interrupting Emily’s only experience with the attraction. At the same time, her hand gave Emily’s bare knee a quick squeeze, rightly guessing that she might not be fully taking in everything she was saying.

Emily responded with a nod, saying “Oh, yes…” as she turned to look at Bonnie’s face. It was then that the blonde girl lurched forward and Emily found herself in her very first kiss with another woman. She’d seen a couple of friends in college do it to get attention and she was pretty sure one of the other female teachers at her school had a girlfriend, but she had never seriously imagined she’d find herself involved directly with such a thing…and maybe enjoying it!

She had always liked kissing her boyfriends as much as any of the other intimate activities she’d gotten up to, and Bonnie’s attentions were at least as expert as any Emily had experienced. Her lips were soft and full and her motions were both firm and gentle. Emily’s whole body was leaping to attention.

If Bonnie wasn’t the picture of a certain kind of femininity, Emily would almost have guessed she was a boy, because she was putting on what Emily had heard called “the full-court press.” She didn’t know what this meant in sports, but she was well acquainted with the quick and confident approach some men preferred. The aggressive move had been partnered with Bonnie’s hand creeping a bit up Emily’s thigh, just a few inches above the hem of her knee-length cotton dress. She wasn’t sure yet how far she was going to let this go, but for the time being, Emily noticed that she wasn’t objecting to what Bonnie was doing.

She did recognize that she was fast reaching the point where she would be kissing her back rather than just being the unwitting target of a romantic move. That moment passed as Emily felt her own lips begin to work in tandem with Bonnie’s and then heard the blonde’s breath intensify a little. Bonnie’s left hand was now stroking her long brown hair and Emily found her own right hand was now resting on Bonnie’s lower back where she could recognize the cheap blend fabric of her park-issued uniform against the bumps of the girl’s vertebrae.

Emily only mused on this for a second before she realized that the hand that had been on her knee was now caressing her left breast through the material of her dress and bra. Bonnie’s thumb wandered to the triangle of skin pointing down at the row of buttons while her four fingers moved as a group in a light circle, centered on the steadily-hardening nipple there. Emily thought this had made it official, she was now definitely making out with another girl.

She realized her own left hand had been sitting inactive, so Emily lifted it and clasped Bonnie by her waist. Just enough to keep the action going, but without venturing into territory she had no idea what to do in.

Things intensified yet again when Emily felt Bonnie’s tongue dart quickly between her lips and then back out again. This surprised Emily enough that she accidentally responded by opening her mouth a little wider. This paved the way for a much more confident excursion by Bonnie’s tongue and before she knew it, Emily was not just allowing the intrusion, but meeting it with equal ardor. The girls wrestled mildly just like this for a few minutes.

But then the soundtrack of the attraction went mostly silent and the vehicle they were in started to move forward. It was back to being mostly dark. Emily looked around to see if their activities had been noticed by any of the other guests, but they were all at least six rows in front of them and as far as they knew, the most interesting stuff to look at was straight ahead.

Emily felt Bonnie unbuttoning her dress, and was honestly a little too shocked to stop her. She made quick work of it, too. Within what seemed like had to be less than ten seconds, the entire front of the modest but cute house dress was open. If she had wanted to object, she maybe couldn’t have done so without drawing attention to her situation, but at this point Emily’s excitement coursed through all of her extremities, just as surely as those margaritas were swimming in her head. She still wasn’t ready to stop her unexpected partner.

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I walked into the Club, the music was pounding, the bodies are moving, the smell of sex was in the air.

It was Members’ Night again, and any unmarked person in the Club was fair game to be taken, and used as the Member saw fit, for a minimum of 30 minutes.

I walked through the Club, looking at all the women, the unmarked women, as My preferences run toward the fairer sex, and I’m a member of that group as well. My name is Pirate Russell, I’m a six foot 1 inch striking (so I’m told) natural red head. My breasts are smallish, a large “B” cup, or a small “C”. I have a little of the ‘fire crotch’ action going on, just to prove the ‘carpet matches the drapes’.

I spy My prey, a cute little blond, probably about 5’6″ or so sitting alone at the bar. I look for Club bracelet, that all members are given, she wears none. This girl will be Mine for the night!

Only members and certain employees are allowed to wear their bracelets on Members Night. Club Management, Concierges, and that’s about it! Club dancers, House submissives, and guests in the Club are ALL free to be grabbed. This girl was obviously a guest, I have known the management (yes *that* way, too) for a long while, and she was looking about VERY nervously. She seemed to calm as I sat by her, granted, I had a black leather bustier, short leather skirt and tall, over the knee, black boots on, but I smiled kindly at her..

She said her name was Kate, and this was the first time here. I kept My bracelet strategically hidden as we talked. She knew what went on here, but had never been a part of it or even witnessed it. Since the normal Club ‘observers’ were free targets on Member’s Nights. I reassured her, even bought her a drink before revealing My bracelet to adana escort her. The blood left her face, she asked if she was to be claimed, and I said, “Yes”. She’d never considered that she’d be claimed by a woman.

I told her she could relax, and we could dance. I pulled her to Me, her back against My chest, wrapping My arms around her waist. I hissed into her ear, “girl is mine, and I will do what I want to, and with her body.”

She visibly shuddered, and sagged back into Me, part resigned and part of her getting turned on. My hands roamed the front of her body, starting at her face, down her shoulders, arms, and back around her waist. This seemed to calm her, until she ‘re-freaked’ when I cupped her breasts, all this while we were swaying to the music.

When the next song started, I pulled her chin around and kissed her, My hands roaming her body once more. When I pinched her nipples, she moaned into My mouth. She stiffened and then finally seemed to relax.

I started unbuttoning her top, asking her if she’d ever been naked in a public place. She squeaked out a little “no” as I unbuttoned her 2nd and 3rd buttons. Three buttons later, her shirt hung open revealing her the front clasp of her bra. She started to protest and I put My finger over her lips and reminded her that today is Members’ Day.

I could feel her blush hotly, as My hands went to her hips. I continued kissing her neck and ears, as I explored the waistband of her skirt, finding the clasp in the back. I heard her beg Me not to unfasten it, and I asked her why, she said that all she could find to wear was a neon yellow thong. I assured her that it would look fine, under the black-lights in the Club. I quickly release the little hook, adanaescort.biz after unbuttoning the skirt, and it falls down around her ankles, the yellow thong shining like a beacon, reflecting the black-light, just as I hoped it would.

She made a little sound, not sure if it was a growl, not sure if it was a moan, but she kept dancing with Me, swaying to the music. I pulled the open shirt down to her wrists and tied them with her shirt. Securing them tightly, I start running My hands over her exposed, helpless body. For the first time I noticed her bra matched her thong, She made quite a striking sight, yellow lingerie glowing in the relative dark of the Club.

My hands start groping their way back up her body, stopping at her breasts, she actually lets out a little scream as I unhook her bra, and let it slide down her arms, until it rests on the makeshift handcuffs. She actually lets out a little sob, knowing that any who look, can see her breasts, her nipples. I wisper to her, “Stop crying, this is JUST what girl wanted!

“No, no it wasn’t, I just wanted to watch, really!”

“Well, now girl’s going to be watched, and closely, I imagine!”

I grabbed her bound wrists and pull her up on the raised, lighted stage. The lighting MUCH better here, and there are closed circuit cameras, broadcasting the sight to countless large screen TV’s throughout the Club.

I grab the microphone, and announce, “I’m about to deflower a Club Virgin…. A/any want to watch?”

The roar from the club is a tremendous, unison, “AYE!”

I pull the her thong to the floor in one swift, smooth motion. This leaves her bare to the club, the cameras, and most importantly to Me! I start at her shoulders and move my hand down her body, to her breasts. I cup them, lift them, and offer them to the room, another roar erupts.

I reach up, just outside the stage lights and pull down a hook, rigged on a chain, I hook it around the blouse and pull the chain up, making it just tight enough to hold her in place. Leaving girl there, I move to the back of the stage!

I returned to the spotlighted area with a tray on some VERY squeaky wheels. She squirmed hard, trying to get away, but the chain and blouse held her tight. The first thing I did was lock a steel shackle around her wrist I chained that shackle to the the hook, and cut and ripped the blouse from her wrists, she cried again, at the ruining of the one piece of clothing she knew the location of.

As her wrists came free of the blouse, I slapped the other shackle on the wrist, and someone off stage pulled her up to her tip toes. The next piece of equipment was a spreader bar. A spreader bar is a bar about 3 ft long with ankle cuffs on each end. My unseen assistant, kept girl on her toes as I locked her ankles into the spreader. I spread her pussy lips apart, partly to show the room her clit, and partly because I LIKE to!

I ran My hands over her naked, helpless body, touching every spot on her body, her arms, her legs, her nipples and even her asshole. Then, as the ritual demands, I offer the virgin to the club. For the rest of the half hour she is hung, exposed, and offered to any that would touch her, kiss her, finger her, fuck her. I lost count of the orgasms she had in that last 20 min, but she was hanging from the shackles in exhaustion.

In time I let her down, and took her to a sofa in the main room to recover. While sitting and snuggling with her still naked, exhausted body, I looked down at her and whined “You got to be the “Virgin” the last three weeks, can I PLEASE have My turn at being the “Virgin”, again next week? Pleeeeaaaasssseeee……”

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Maya’s Story Ch. 12

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Erik has begun sharing Maya with Steve, but now will become a more active participant in the activities.

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I let Maya’s skirt slide off of Maya, and as it fell, she was nearly naked, wearing only the lacy white panties I had just gotten her, and while the frilly undies were quite enthralling, I was pretty sure that Steve would be taken by what they didn’t cover.

“Thought you would appreciate this,” I told Steve after I set the skirt aside, and when Steve’s eyes saw what had been revealed, I knew that I had been correct.

“I’m speechless, for once,” Steve said in a whisper, as he cupped his cock and pulled on it slowly, and even though he had just had his member drained by Maya’s mouth, he showed signs of getting ready to get back into action.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” I asked while Steve’s fingers played with the abundant curls that the panties could not contain.

The hairs sprayed out from the sides and the tops of the lace, and their stark blackness against the brilliant white of the panties was as mind-boggling sight for him as it was for me.

Tugging the panties down so that Maya could step out of them, her full beauty was exposed, and the dense jungle between her legs was glistening with moisture. Her panties were actually dripping, as I held them up for Steve to see, and he smiled while putting his hand into her bush.

“Maya – you are so hairy and so wet,” Steve said, as he probed into the fur.

Maya surprised me by reaching over and grabbing Steve’s cock, which was already half hard, and after she touched it, Steve moaned.

“You’re incredible,” Steve muttered.

Maya looked over to me, and I nodded in approval while I took off my clothes, and after I had gotten naked. Maya reached over and grabbed my cock, and stood there milking the both of us, while Steve played with her pussy.

“I am so lucky,” Maya said shyly, looking at the stiffening cocks she was stroking. “For so long, I had no man, and now I find myself with two men. Two men so virile and well endowed, and two men that find me attractive.”

I moved Maya onto the bed on her back and nodded at Steve, who went down to his knees while parting Maya’s legs and burying his face in her bush. I could hear his slurping and lapping while I positioned myself next to Maya’s head.

With glazed eyes, she took my cock in her mouth, sucking first on the knob before starting to lick the underside of it, her tongue gliding up and down the entire length of me while making little sighs of pleasure.

With a mischievous grin, Maya’s lips parted and she let me slide my cock into her mouth and down her throat a ways, and while she was no Kyle in the cock-sucking department yet, Kyle’s tutoring had shown some amazing results already. Now Maya was able to take more than half of me without a problem, and she had learned to use her tongue as well.

Maya’s sucking ağrı escort was hampered by her muffled sounds of pleasure, as Steve worked over her pussy with his tongue, but soon I saw his face emerge as he rose up kneeling, his erection wagging around in front of him. Steve looked at me first, and after I nodded, he took his cock in hand and guided it to Maya’s pussy.

They both groaned as Steve slid his long tool into Maya’s glistening wet pussy, and as he sunk deeper and deeper into her, I pulled my cock out and straddled her face, letting her lick and suck on my balls.

Maya’s tongue worked around expertly, licking from the underside of my cock right on down to my perineum, causing me to shiver. Hearing her breathing get louder and more rapid, I pulled myself away from Maya’s face.

“Man!” Steve muttered as he thrust into Maya in a steady rhythm. “She’s got a snug pussy. Figured you would have stretched her out with that thing of yours by now.”

“Maya’s very resilient, and multi-orgasmic, as you’re going to see soon,” I warned Steve, seconds before Maya started cumming.

I held Maya down by her shoulders, my thumbs stroking her armpits, while Maya lurched and bucked under Steve’s prodding. After she stopped spasming, Steve pulled his cock out of her.

“What muscles she has down there!” Steve exclaimed. “You want some, my man?”

I nodded and rolled Maya over onto her stomach while Steve rolled over a bit. Lifting Maya’s lower half up by the hips so that she could get on her knees, I took Maya’s little bronze ass cheeks in my hands and spread them wide.

“Take a look at this,” I suggested, and when Steve saw Maya’s furry ass crack, and her cocoa-hued balloon knot, he almost burst.

“I think I died and went to heaven,” Steve muttered as his finger slid through the crack. “Don’t tell me you’ve fucked her there.”

I nodded and chuckled as Steve rolled his eyes.

“You going to now?” he asked.

“No,” I said, guiding my cock to the furrier opening underneath it and pushing it in, as Maya made a loud groaning sound that sounded like a moo. “I’ll bet you’d like to.”

“Dumb question.”

“I thought that maybe we could give Maya something to remember,” I said as I knelt behind her and kept moving her body on my cock. “Let her keep you primed for now.”

Steve went up to where Maya had her face buried in the bedding, and spread his legs above her head. Maya lifted her face to see Steve’s scrotum right in front of her, his long arching cock curled up towards his stomach.

Without skipping a beat, Maya began sucking on Steve’s sac, going back and forth in taking each low-slung ball in her mouth and sucking it hard, and then letting it go with a low popping noise. Her hand had reached up and grabbed his dick, slowly milking his tool while she did the nut work.

I would look at Steve with every loud pop, and he was clearly loving what Maya was doing, agriescort.net shaking his head and laughing while she worked him over. After a few more minutes of watching Steve getting milked and sucked, I pulled myself out of Maya’s pussy and brought my index finger to Maya’s anus, toying with the puckered ring before letting my finger slide in.

“Oh!” Maya whimpered, and looked back over her shoulder at me.

“Get up for a second,” I directed Maya, and as she let go of Steve’s package and rolled over, I took her place on the bed.

“Climb on,” I told Maya while I held my cock up straight.

“Oh good,” Maya said, swinging her leg over me and slowly sinking herself down onto my cock.

“Why good?” I asked Maya. “Did you think I was going to fuck you in the ass?”

“Yes,” Maya hissed as she lowered her body down further, impaling her pussy with my hardness.

“Maybe later,” I said, motioning for Steve to go into the night stand, where he pulled out the tube of lube. “Right now, Steve is.”

Maya looked confused, glancing at both of us, but mostly at Steve, who was priming his pump with enough lubricant for a week, and then squirting a little on his hand before climbing onto the bed behind Maya.

“I don’t – I mean,” Maya stammered, while Steve climbed behind Maya, and I saw her shocked expression as Steve began working the lube into Maya’s ass. “How?”

I reached up and took Maya’s arms and pulled her down toward me to give Steve enough access and a good angle. I felt his legs against the insides of my thighs, and tried to ignore the feeling of his balls rolling against my own as he put his cock into her, and I could feel his tool on the other side of the thin membrane as it slid into her.

“Aayyii!” Maya screamed as Steve drilled deep into her ass, which caused her pussy to get even more impaled by my cock.

“You like that, don’t you Maya?” I asked her, but she was clearly not up to conversation, having herself being stuffed with at east a foot and a half of cock.

Instead, I just ran my hands up and down Maya’s arms, enjoying the feel of those furry limbs which were taut as they held her up above me. Steve was hugging her around the waist as he methodically slid his cock in and out of Maya, and she whimpered meekly as Steve seemed to be almost pulling completely out of her ass, and then sliding almost all of that long pole back in again.

“Fucking unreal,” Steve grunted. “So tight.”

I started massaging Maya’s teats as the little cones hung down in front of me, wet and slippery with nipples fully expressed. Steve’s hands slid up toward where mine were, and I let go of her breasts so that he could enjoy them, but his hands were going elsewhere.

I watched as his hands glided over her breasts, squeezing them briefly, before they moved over to Maya’s armpits. His pale, bony fingers raked through Maya’s armpit hair, which were dripping with sweat. As he stroked and pulled at the dense tufts, I forced myself to look away, for fear I would cum from watching.

Maya was under no such need, because I could tell by the way her pussy muscles were starting to ripple on my cock, very much like a snake swallowing prey, that she was going to cum.

“Gonna cum, aren’t you Maya?” I asked her, and she replied by making a sound that could have been just about anything.

Steve began thrusting into her much harder and much faster. Maya’s mouth was open, and she there was drool coming out of the corners of her mouth as she tried to stay on all fours under Steve’s ruthless pounding. Her eyes were all white when she came, her body going into a seizure under the onslaught of both of us.

Seconds after Maya kept, Steve started groaning gutturally as well, and while Maya collapsed onto my chest, Steve exhaled while I felt Maya’s insides twitch, the result of the spraying of his cum into her. He looked like a drowned rat as he looked over Maya’s shoulder at me before falling off to the side.

Everybody was happy and satisfied – except me. I was still hard as a rock and inside Maya’s pussy, but after a couple of thrusts, I figured that Maya was pretty much spent. Easing out from under Maya, I looked at the two lifeless bodies I was sharing the bed with. Steve was sprawled out with a look of sheer contentment, whereas Maya looked like she was in a daze.

For a brief moment I considered rolling Maya over and doing her ass as well. After all, she would be a lot looser than she had the first time, but the thought of getting into that cauldron of fluids did nothing for me, so I propped Maya up so that she was almost sitting upright.

She smiled weakly and as I moved closer to her, she opened her mouth, offering to take care of me orally, but I had another idea. Lifting her left arm, I moved closer to Maya, my erection swaying and bobbing as I moved. Maya caught on to what I was going to do and grabbed the bed sheet and dried her armpit as best she could.

With cock in hand, I slid next to Maya and rubbed the head of my cock into the damp jungle, and with long and sweeping strokes, I began to slide the crown of my cock up and down the spacious expanse of fur, from the inside of her bicep right on down, just like a roll-on deodorant.

“Please don’t tell me that feels as amazing as that looks,” Steve said, now propped up on one elbow and watching with great interest.

I remained silent, and just continued to rub my cock up and down, and the smile on Maya’s face showed that she was not only loving the feeling of my cock stroking her sensitive armpits, but was also enjoying my enjoying her. The head of my cock was turning red when I finally felt my orgasm on the way, and I looked down just in time to watch my cum spurt out, saturating her armpit with rope after rope of my seed.

“Fuck!” I heard Steve mutter while I squeezed out what was left inside of me and rubbed the tip of my dick around in the milky mess.

“She does have another armpit, you know,” I reminded Steve, whose eyes lit up at the prospect. “And we do have all night.”

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Mica, Misty, Max , Mona Ch. 01

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Mica pushed the button on her phone system that connected her with the answering service. Vivian answered and said are you ready to go home and Mica said yep, it’s all yours. I have Dr. Adams on call tonight and Vivian said she had the same Dr. They both said good night and Mica pushed the button that transferred all calls to the service. She took her head set off and put it in the drawer of her desk. She put the strap of her purse over her head and found her white and red stick. She found the door to her office, checked to be sure the light switch was down and walked out into the hall.

Her good friend Misty called to her that she was just down the hall on her right and Mica started towards her voice. Her hand bumped into the handle on Misty’s wheelchair and she held on to it following Misty as she rolled out into the parking garage. Misty led Mica to the passenger door on her van and Mica opened the door and got in. Misty let the lift down, got her wheelchair on it and up into the van. She got behind the wheel, started the van and they headed out.

Mica worked the phone system and Misty was the receptionist at a very busy doctor’s office. Mica had worked there for some time and she and Misty had met at another friend’s house and Mica told Misty about the job opening for the receptionist.

Mica had worked for the doctors as a medical technician and then developed a tumor on her optic nerve almost 3 years ago. The eye surgeon had told her there was almost no chance of removing the tumor without her losing her sight. He was right; she awakened from the surgery completely blind in both eyes. The tumor was all gone and non cancerous. She had learned the layout of the small master phone she had on her desk and memorized the numbers she had to dial to connect callers to staff members. She also had a talking computer on her desk to look things up on.

Misty was paralyzed from her waist down. She also had a tumor but in her spine. Its removal left her unable to move her legs but she had not lost the feeling in them or anywhere else. She did have to use a catheter to get rid of urine. She had been paralyzed for 5 years and was 28. Mica was 26 and they lived in the same apartment building but on different floors. Mica had a normal apt and Misty’s was built for someone in a wheelchair. Wider doors, wheel in shower, raised john, lowered kitchen sink, stove and counter tops. The layout of both units was the same so Mica had no trouble getting around in Misty’s place and Misty could get by in Mica’s place ok.

The girls had about a 20 minute drive this time of night and chatted about the day and the goings on in the office. Misty drove into the basement of the parking garage and into her reserved parking space right by the elevator. She got on the lift and down to the drive as Mica got out of the van. She took hold of the wheelchair handle and followed behind it to the elevator. Mica pushed Misty’s floor button first and told her when they were there. Mica got off by herself and turned right to the second door on the same side as the elevator. Misty had watched and waited until Mica was in her unit and heard the door close. She went to her floor and went to the left off the elevator and the other side of the hall for her door.

Both girls were tired as it had been a long hard week. They were glad it was Friday and they had two days off. Misty had invited Mica down for dinner on Saturday. Mica undressed and threw her scrubs, bra and panties in the laundry hamper. She was lucky that she could wear them at the office and did not have to buy fancy clothing. As the receptionist out meeting the public, Misty had to dress in regular clothing. She always wore a skirt, she liked for people to see her atrophied legs encased in long leg braces. She had given up on walking as it was too much effort but still wore them most of the time as she loved the feel of them on her legs and how she looked.

Mica was 5’8″, slim, 115 pounds and had large 38 C breasts. Her bra always came off when she got off work and home and not on again until time to return to work. Misty was 5’5″ if she could stand, 120 pounds because it was hard to exercise and also had large breasts, 36 D. She did not like to wear a bra either and was like Mica.

Mica got on to the bed naked and the cold air from the air conditioner made her nipples hard. She took each one in the fingers of her hands and rubbed and pulled on them. She cupped her breasts which had just a slight sag to the side of her chest and played with them for a while. She could feel herself getting wet. She thought that she and Misty had never talked about boyfriends or sex before and maybe she might bring it up tomorrow. She also wondered what Misty looked like. She should ask her to let her look at her with her hands also.

Mica wondered about having sex with another woman and thought she was considered bi-curious. She had her hands on hard cocks a couple of times in the dark back seat of a car in high school. When she found out she was going to be blind she seduced her current boyfriend into having sex with her so she could really see amasya escort one and lost her virginity at the same time. He was also inexperienced and it was not a good time but at least she had the memory in her mind. When he found out she was blind she never heard from him again. She had not had a date with anyone since either.

One hand drifted down between her legs and she could feel that her large, long, wet pussy lips were very engorged and sticking out of her hair. She resisted putting her middle finger into her vagina and going for her G-spot. She pulled the finger away and stuck it into her mouth and way back on her tongue to get the taste. She got off the bed and found her way into the bathroom. She peed and took a quick shower to cool off both ways. She slipped a tight t-shirt on knowing how well she filled it out and went to the kitchen. She fixed something to eat, did the dishes and went to her computer. It used a program that converted written words to spoken words and checked her e-mail. Nothing important there.

She changed to a disabled dating site checking to see if there were any men that interested her but no luck. She even checked Bi-sexual women but no luck. Part of the problem was she was not even sure what she was looking for in her own mind. She brought up the book that was being read to her and listened to it for an hour.

Mica decided it was bed time and she made sure there were no lights on and went to bed. As she got into it she took a large, rubber penis dildo out of the night stand. She put it by her hip and started in on her breasts with her hands. She loved the feel of them and seemed to even more now that she was blind. She moved a hand down to her slit and started fingering it. Mica had spread her legs but now she brought her heels up close to her rear and spread her thighs more. This pulled her lips open and she fingered the entrance to her vagina and her clit. She drew her fingers through her slit and licked them off. Picking up the rubber penis she slid it around her slit to get it wet and then inserted it all the way up her sheath.

Feeling the fullness caused her to arch her back and using her feet and bent legs, lifted her butt off the bed. She was moving the rubber dildo in rhythm with her hips thrusting. After several minutes of this and her other hand still pinching her nipple, she felt an orgasm building. She let it build and at the right time changed the position on the dildo so one of the fingers holding it hit her exposed clit every time she pushed it deep into her pussy. Her thighs closed tightly on her hand and rubber cock as it reached bottom and her head went back and she moaned out loud having a good cum. She was able to flick the finger over her clit several more times prolonging it for over a minute.

Her thighs fell open and after a few minutes she laughed thinking she must look like a well fucked frog. She moved the dildo in and out a couple more times enjoying the post cum tingles it gave her. She kept it in her as she sat on the edge of the bed and her weight pushed it even deeper in to her just before she stood and got into the bathroom. She finally removed it and dropped it into the sink, used her hand to hold her pussy together and then sat on the john. She peed and let her abundant juices flow out and then washed herself off.

She then went to the sink and used soap and hot water to wash the rubber penis good and stood it up so it would drain and dry. Mica found her way back to bed feeling very satisfied. Her last thoughts were of Misty wondering if she would be interested in sharing her enjoyment. She noticed her nipples were still very hard.

After Misty got into her apartment she transferred from her wheelchair to the bed. She removed all of her clothes and then lifted her legs up on to the bed. She undid the straps and knee cap on her braces and removed them from her thin legs. She rubbed them enjoying the soft, lifeless feeling of them in her hands. She could feel her nipples getting harder as she did. Moving one arm and hand at a time she put them behind her and lowered her upper torso to the bed. She moved her hands to her large, firm breasts. They stuck up from her chest wall and the large nipples were surrounded by her very dark areolas. She palmed the nipples as she massaged her breasts. She often wondered which were her better assets, her breasts or her atrophied legs. She guessed it was in the eye of the beholder. Misty knew it was her sexy legs.

Her hands moved down to her shaved pussy. She loved it that way, one, because she loved the smooth feeling of being shaved and two, it was much easier to see and be clean when she had to catheterize herself. She used a Foley permanent catheter a fair amount of the time at work. But she did not use it all the time as her bladder sphincter muscle would become stretched and then she would leak urine. She used female catheters the rest of the time that were only in long enough to drain the urine. She did it every 4-5 hours that way. She wanted to get off but knew she should go and cath herself so she used her arms to raise herself amasyaescort.com up and got over to the edge of the bed. She grabbed hold of the wheel rim on her chair and moved her bottom over to it. She then used her hands to lift her legs off of the bed down to the foot rests.

She wheeled into the large bathroom and cathed herself and then put just a t-shirt on. She went to the kitchen and fixed herself some dinner. She wrote down some things she needed at the store in the morning. Mica and her traded eating together two or three times a month. Misty got to thinking that Mica never talked about a boy friend or going out. She wondered if she had any kind of a love life. She would bring that up tomorrow.

She went in to her computer and worked on an online college class she was taking for a couple of hours and decided it was bed time. She cathed herself again, removed the t-shirt and transferred into bed. She turned the light out but went back to playing with her breasts. Soon her hands were back down at her pussy and she pulled her legs up and let her thighs fall open. At various times she had one, two or three fingers in herself. As she was doing so she wondered if Mica would be interested in the two of them making love together. She decided it was time to bring that up with her also. She was feeling something between them anyway lately. Several times Mica had her hand forward on the wheelchair handle and was touching her shoulder and back.

Misty finally paid a lot of attention to her protruding clit and got herself off good. She licked a couple of fingers off and soon went to sleep. She woke up about 3 and decided she should get up to cath herself. It was the one thing about not using a Foley all the time she had to put up with. She did not turn the light on and at night her bathroom was completely dark. She did the cath job in the dark wondering if this was what it was like for Mica. Mica had been a med tech and Misty wondered if she would like to cath her sometime. That would be very sexy. She went back to sleep tweaking her already hard nipple thinking about that.

The next morning Misty was up and finished her list of things she needed and places to go. She got her braces on and then a pair of shorts and a halter. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and liked what she saw in the mirror. She wished someone else would as it had been some time since she had a lover. She would not put up with some guy that just wanted to get his rocks off in her, there had to be something going and preferably someone that was a devotee, male or female. She got several looks at the store and the mall but no one approached her. If they only knew how easy she was……………to talk to. She got home and put stuff away and put some meat in a pan to marinate. Mica loved meat on the outdoor grill but was afraid to do it herself. Salad and baked potatoes and they would be good to go.

Misty ate a sandwich and headed to her room to hit the shower. She undressed in her chair even if it was easier to do it on the bed. She took her braces off, went into the bathroom, cathed herself and rolled into the shower. She got on the bench, put the chest belt around herself and pushed her chair back out and closed the glass door. She washed herself and her hair then turned the water down and shaved her legs and pussy. She made sure she did a good job and even douched as she had a feeling about Mica.

She got dried and wondered what to wear. Obviously Mica could not see her, but what if she wanted to look at her by feel today. She decided on a very short skirt that was cut all the way up the front. It closed at the waist with Velcro. It was very short and if it were not for the fact that her braces were together, someone could look right up her thighs and see her shaved pussy. She had a top that was sleeveless and made out of a very thin, soft material. She put that on and then her braces and shoes. She called Mica and asked her if she needed her to come and get her, but she said she could get to her place ok. This was the third time she had done it by herself.

A couple of minutes later there was a tap on the door and Misty let Mica in. She leaned down to hug Misty and noticed the top she had on. It felt very nice. They went into the living room. Mica knew where the chair was and went right to it. Misty never could understand how blind people could do that. Mica sat down and Misty pulled up in front of her. Only a few inches separated their knees but Mica did not know that right away. Misty was a little surprised at how Mica was dressed. She had white short shorts on that had very large leg openings. Misty always thought Mica had very sexy legs. They were long, tanned and muscled but not big. They appeared to be just shaved as they were shiny.

Mica was not keeping her legs closed and Misty could tell she had nothing on underneath the shorts as she could see pubic hair. The top had very short sleeves; it was like a shirt in the back but just had a piece of material attached to the sleeves on both sides in the front that just covered her large breasts. It was open down the middle and only held closed by a loop and button on the bottom edge. If she even raised her arm to rub her nose the bottom of the breasts showed. They chatted about the day so far and Misty told her what was for dinner.

Mica then asked Misty if she had a boyfriend. She said no it had been some time and you? Mica said no and told her about the boyfriend that deserted her after her surgery. Misty then asked if Mica had ever had a girlfriend and she said no but had thought about it several times. Misty offered she had two of them a few years ago and they had a great time together. All of this broke the ice with both of them and they started asking lots of personal questions. Mica told her how she had gotten her boyfriend to have sex with her before her operation and how she had looked on the internet at pictures and videos of men and women having sex. She wanted to have a picture of that in case she could not see anymore. Misty said she understood.

Misty said she had sex a couple of times before her surgery and was very glad she still had feeling in her pussy. She used the word on purpose to see how Mica would react and she did not react any. Mica asked her to tell her all about her medical stuff if she did not mind. She said she did not know all of the details, that is if Misty did not mind telling her. Misty said no she did not mind at all and told her everything she could think of. She even added in the catheter part and if Mica had ever done one. She said several and then Misty asked if she ever thought about doing one now that she was blind. Mica did not miss a beat and said it sounded like fun, or was it foreplay, and they both laughed hard. After, Misty had no doubt it was foreplay and that Mica thought so too.

They talked very openly for the next 90 minutes and finally Mica asked if she could look at Misty with her hands. Misty said I was hoping you would ask and yes I would love it if you would. She asked if Mica would like to take her braces off and she said she sure would. Mica then admitted she liked being blind but wished she could see Misty sitting there in her chair. She thought it would be very sexy. Misty reached out and took Mica’s hands and placed them on her braced legs. She then leaned forward and gently pulled Mica’s face to hers and they kissed for the first time. Mica pulled back a little then started kissing again this time with her mouth open and using her tongue. She then asked if they could go to Misty’s bedroom.

Misty led the way with Mica holding on to her wheelchair. When they got into the bedroom Misty suggested Mica get on the floor, which she did, then guided her hands to one of her braces. Mica could tell they were Velcro closures and undid the calf, above knee and top of the thigh straps. She went back and undid two of the four buckles that held the knee pad on. Mica pulled the shoe off of Misty’s foot and the brace was ready to come off. Misty raised her hip and Mica pulled the brace from the upper leg and worked her way down. She repeated the process with the other leg. After the braces were off Mica used her fingers to go over every inch of both legs.

Mica said several times how sexy her legs felt. They were so smooth and soft. As Mica worked her way up Misty’s legs and felt her thighs, she remarked about how small or thin her legs were. Misty said yes with no working muscles, they had just shriveled up. She kept moving up and came to Misty’s short skirt and asked if Misty would take it off. Misty said sure and then let’s get on the bed. Mica said good idea and when Misty lifted her butt, Mica pulled the skirt from her. Mica then mentioned how soft the top had felt and put her hands up on it. She found Misty’s breasts and could feel her nipples sticking out. She played for a couple of minutes then grasp the bottom of the top and pulled it up over her head and arms.

Mica then sat on the edge of the bed and Misty said let me get your shorts and top off also. She undid the button at the bottom of the top Mica had on and removed it from her arms. Mica stood up and dropped her shorts then sat back on the bed. Misty asked Mica to lift her legs up on to the bed by her then she would transfer over to it. Mica found her legs and lifted them into her lap and Misty got on to the bed with her. Misty was so close to Mica that she could not resist taking hold of one of her breasts and saying she was so sexy. Mica helped Misty move over in the bed and they ended up side by side. Mica continued looking with her fingers at Misty’s face. She spent some time looking at it.

She then moved down her neck and found a breast. She spent a lot of time looking at both of them and she could tell the Misty was becoming aroused as her nipples got very large and hard. She finally moved down some more and explored her hips then moved to the center and started on the pubic area. Misty reminded her she could not move her legs and if Mica wanted them open she would have to do it. Mica was perpendicular to Misty’s hip and she put her hand on her thigh and moved it open. This gave her access to Misty’s pussy. She was not shy and immediately put her hand and fingers to work. Mica immediately found a smoothly shaved pussy and remarked how good it felt. She asked if it was hard to do and Misty said easy after all the hair is gone.

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