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The first time I caught my nextdoor neighbor peeing in my bushes, I’d assumed it was a fluke.

I’d just stepped out of the french doors at the back of my house and onto the patio above the pool when I heard a noise from the corner of the house. Stepping around the large magnolia bush to my left, I caught sight of him.

He was standing at the corner of my house, just past where the fence between our lawns ended. Having only moved in a few months ago, I hadn’t had time yet to deal with the fact that the fence didn’t actually connect to anything. The neighborhood was safe enough, though, so I figured it wasn’t a pressing issue.

I had met Craig once before, when I was moving in. He had grinned and waved from his garage as the moving company began unloading my belongings, and I waved back. As I did, I saw a woman–his wife, I assumed–peeking through the drapes at the front of the house and scowling. Craig had walked over and briefly introduced himself before a loud “CRAIG” echoed out of the garage. His face had fallen slightly, and he’d excused himself with an apologetic look. I saw him only briefly in passing after that, though I often heard him out back mowing his lawn. He tended to whistle a lot to himself, which I found amusing.

This was the first time since moving day that I’d really gotten a good look at him. Craig stood there quietly, eyes downcast and his white athletic shorts dropped down to his ankles, stark naked otherwise. He had short ginger-brown hair and sun-tanned skin. His short beard gave him a slightly rugged look, but his round face softened it. He had a soft carpet of fuzz all across his chest and belly, which had just enough to it to be what I would call a “dad bod.” His calves and thighs matched the rest: muscular, but soft, with fuzzy hair all over. Below his soft, fuzzy stomach, a trail of hair led down to his full bush, under which a thick, uncut cock was busy spraying piss into my bushes.

I stood quietly for a second as light glistened through his stream and he continued looking at his dick. He idly rubbed at his foreskin with his hand, pulling it up and then back down. The motion didn’t seem to be intended to have any effect, but it seemed like his body reacted anyway, and I could see his shaft thicken slightly. My own body sent a familiar, tingling tightness toward my own crotch, and I quickly cleared my throat.

Craig’s gaze whipped up, and he quickly bent down, grabbing at his shorts, which he yanked up. His eyes had a note of panic, and I watched a large wet spot form on the white shorts where they bulged around his half-hard dick; it appeared he hadn’t quite managed to pinch off the stream. He spun quickly away, mumbling an apology, and loped toward his backyard. I could see dribbles of piss dripping out of his shorts as he ran.

“Hey, Craig! Wait!” I called. “You’re fine! I don’t…” I trailed off as I watched his round ass disappear around the fence. I shrugged and turned away, with a confusing, raging erection in my own shorts.

—

The second time time I caught him a few weeks later, he was just finishing, and I watched him flip his uncut cock up and over the waistband of his shorts, the last droplets of piss flying off of his foreskin, which didn’t quite cover the tip of his thick glans.

“Hey Craig.” I said nonchalantly. His only response was to look up, turn, and bolt again. “Dude! It’s… ugh,” I said, again watching him disappear around the fence. “I don’t care!” I hollered after him. No response.

—

The third time I caught him, it was pretty obvious he had made a habit of it.

He didn’t have his shorts around his ankles this time, but they were pulled down under his butt. His balls were hanging loose and low under his thick shaft, and he was just relaxing his body before peeing. A spurt of piss shot out of his dick and into my bushes, and he sighed in relief.

I was ready this time. Quickly undoing the lace on my swimming trunks, I stealthily stepped along the bushes until I was close, and then stepped out, my cock in my hand. I immediately let fly, a strong stream of piss spraying into the bushes, near where his own was landing. He saw me immediately, and looked nervous, but didn’t immediately bolt this time, only turning ever so slightly away from me. There we go.

“Feels good, huh?” I quipped. He glanced up at me, and I smiled reassuringly at him. “Pissing outside, I mean,” I continued, shifting my shaft a bit to loosen it up. Pee dripped off of the leaves in front of me.

“Um,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Sure, yeah.”

“I was serious last time, by the way,” I said. “I don’t care if you want to piss over here. Though I am surprised you don’t use your own bushes.” I quirked an eyebrow slightly at him, the corner of my mouth twitching up into an amused, inquiring smile.

He gulped. “My, uh… My wife doesn’t…” He trailed off, and shrugged, his face reddening slightly. I glanced at his cock as he pissed, then looked back up at him. I realized bursa sınırsız escort he was staring at my dick in return. I looked down at his again and realized I could see his shaft firming up and his heartbeat beginning to pulse through his dick. I looked studiously back down at myself as I felt a rush of blood pump into my own dick, and willed it away. Not now…

He suddenly cut off his stream, and I saw him shove his dick into his shorts. He didn’t move, however, and I looked up at him. He stood there, staring at my chubbed cock as I kept pissing. I glanced down to see a tent beginning to form in his shorts, and a wet spot at the apex where his foreskin had dribbled against the fabric.

For once I was glad to see him spin and run off–my cock had slammed to attention in my hand, pulsing its arousal at me. The fuck is going on with me lately? Why am I getting hard in front of a guy? I thought with a frown. I cleared my thoughts with a shake of my head–well, technically both heads, as I flicked piss off of my raging erection–and pulled my shorts back up, leaving a tent of my own.

I spent the next fifteen minutes or so cooling off in the pool. It was little more than a small wading pool, really, not even big enough to swim laps in, but it still felt like a massive luxury to me. After years of barely scraping by, I’d finally achieved some semblance of middle class-hood, and lots of little things felt hopelessly fancy compared to how I’d lived before. The water felt amazing in the beating summer sun.

My erection had long since died down, and I could still hear Craig next door mowing. A thought occurred to me, and I hauled myself up out of the pool, water dripping and splashing across the concrete. I danced across the hot surface and onto the much cooler grass.

A second later I leaned around the end of the fence and looked into Craig’s backyard. He was currently walking away from me, finishing off what looked like one of two remaining rows of grass. He had very slight love handles above the waist of his shorts, and his butt filled out the fabric completely. I could see the movement of each leg perfectly as the muscles in his ass flexed back and forth. Sweat had trickled down his smooth back, leaving a wet trail down the center of his shorts. The white fabric had gone partially transparent, and I could see the faint hue of skin at the crack of his ass as the globes pushed each other back and forth with his gait. I gulped, and my dick stirred. Stop that.

My unruly member seemed to heed my chiding, and I avoided popping wood. I stepped out from behind the fence and walked into his yard. It was neat, but mostly barren. A small concrete patio in front of a sliding glass door allowed room for a small metal table and a couple chairs, and some scraggly bushes butted up against the house. Other than that, it was just a large-ish lawn with a wooden shed in one corner.

I stepped through the freshly-mown grass, enjoying the smell, and waved to him as he turned into the last row of grass. He looked nervous, strangely, and glanced at the sliding door. I looked over as well, but didn’t see anything. Nor had he, apparently, and he held up a finger in a “just a sec” motion before finishing off the row. I waited patiently and watched as he strode past me, his belly and pecs jiggling slightly with the vibrations of the mower. Sweat had dripped down into the front of his shorts as well, and I could see a dark shadow where his pubes were. The transparency stopped just above the bulge of his dick pressing against the thin cotton fabric.

I blinked to clear my mind and looked away to distract myself–specifically my body, which was threatening to be unruly again. Craig turned the mower off as he finished the last row, and the motor wound down to silence.

“Hey!” I said with a friendly smile.

“Um, hi,” he replied, with considerably less assurance in his voice.

I held out my hand. “Brandon,” I stated. “We met very briefly when I moved in. Craig, right?”

He looked uneasy, but took my hand and shook it. I was pleased to find that he wasn’t the type to squeeze super hard just to show his “manliness;” that had always annoyed me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Good to, uh… see you again.”

“Yeah,” I said, before quickly continuing, “Hey, you look like you could use a break from the heat. You wanna crack a beer and try the pool?”

His eyes flashed with excitement, but dimmed just as quickly as he glanced over my shoulder at his house. “I probably… well…”

I headed him off. “I can always hear your car pulling into the driveway from my backyard. If you’re wanting to make sure you know when your wife gets home. No need for her to know about us having some bro time.” I grinned encouragingly, and then turned as I said, “You want Dos Equis or La Fin Du Monde?”

I knew I had him, so I didn’t even look to see if he was following. He said hesitantly, “Um, the first one?”

I glanced over bursa escort bayan my shoulder. “Do you not drink?”

He shook his head as he followed me. “My wife, uh…”

I twisted my body slightly and held up a hand in a “say no more” gesture. “No worries, dude. Oh, you wanna grab your swimsuit?”

He grimaced slightly. “Actually, I… can’t.”

“Can’t go swimming, you mean?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“No. Uh… I can’t get my suit. The house is locked.”

“Oh shit, you locked yourself out?” I said with a chuckle.

“Uh… no. She locks the door when she leaves. I do yard work while she’s gone.”

I frowned, alarm bells starting to ring in my head, but I didn’t want to press any further. “Ah, well…” We’d arrived on my patio, and I stepped over to the barcart next to the doors where a refrigerated beer and wine cooler sat under the butcher block surface. I grabbed a lime from the fruit basket and sliced it into wedges. One wedge went on the edge of each of the two beer bottles after I cracked off the caps.

I turned to see him standing uncomfortably on the cement, shifting his feet back and forth to keep from burning them. I chuckled as I handed the bottle to him, stepping out of the shade in the process. “Dude, we’ve already seen each other… you know. Ditch the shorts and get in before you burn your feet off.”

A slight panic entered his eyes again, and I wondered if I’d gone too far. Too late now. I shoved my fingers under the waistband of my swimtrunks and shucked them off, kicking them to the side as my dick swung free and slapped against my thigh. I quickly crossed the remaining distance and hopped into the pool, a bit of beer sloshing out of the bottle as I jostled it. The cool water felt amazing, and I took a swig of the ice-cold beer in my hands. I exhaled in satisfaction.

“Jump in, dude,” I said.

He glanced back at his house as he continued to dance back and forth on the pavement. I smiled encouragingly. Finally he pulled his gaze away and dropped his shorts. His fat dick sat on top of his balls, not particularly long, but thick, with a good bit of his glans showing under the foreskin. It bounced up and down as he scuttled forward and dropped into the pool next to me, being far more careful with the beer bottle than I had been with mine.

I held out my own beer and clinked it against his with a grin. He smiled tentatively at me and took a gulp of the crisp beer. His eyes closed in pleasure as he sighed and growled out, “God, it’s been… way too long.”

Multiple questions jumped into my mind, but I held them at bay. “It’s pretty awesome. I love having a cooler right next to the pool. I keep thinking it would be fun to have people over, but I honestly haven’t really connected with anybody out here yet. My coworkers are kinda… eh… and I haven’t done much else to meet people.”

I leaned against the side of the pool and took another long swig. “First time I’ve ever tried this, though,” I said with a laugh as I shook my hips back and forth, whipping my cock through the cool water. “I’d thought I would wait until we had the fence finished off first. So much for that!”

Craig looked slightly uneasy, but I’d seen him follow my dick through the water with his eyes, and he took another swig of his beer after. He spoke up and said, “Probably still want to wait until the fence is fixed if she’s home, though.”

“Sure,” I said.

We idly floated and talked for a while, just drinking and enjoying each others’ company. I hopped out at one point and grabbed us new beers. Craig slowly began to relax, though he always redirected if I tried to ask about anything in his personal life. We spent most of the time either discussing mine or just general life things.

By the time we’d finished our third beers, I could tell he was starting to get tipsy. He was also fiddling with his penis under the water, and periodically squeezing his thighs together. He set his empty bottle on the edge of the pool and chuckled. “Wow, it’s been so long since I drank like this. I’m pretty buzzed. This feels awesome. I really need a piss, though,” he said. He punctuated that with a long squeeze of his dick.

“Me too,” I said before turning and hauling myself out of the water. I looked surreptitiously back at him, and could see him looking at the water dripping down my ass. I couldn’t help but feel slightly pleased. I heard him hop up behind me, and I moved off toward the bushes.

Craig followed closely behind, and came up beside me as I stopped in front of the garden bed of bushes. I relaxed for a second and let fly, piss erupting from my cock head and spattering on the leaves and twigs. Craig whistled as he looked down, staring directly at my pissing cock. “That’s a nice piece you got there. Big,” he said.

I wasn’t huge or anything, but my dick was about 5 inches soft. It would get to 7.5 or so hard. I could tell I was longer than Craig, but he also had a beer nilüfer escort can cock. It looked almost twice as thick as mine, despite being a couple inches shorter. “I dunno,” I said, looking at his dick as he stood, swaying slightly. “Mine’s longer maybe, but not bigger.”

I was waiting for him to start pissing, but he seemed to be having trouble. I realized why when he skinned his foreskin back and his cock immediately responded by pumping up to a semi erection. “Shit,” he mumbled through the haze of alcohol. After another second he did manage to start peeing, a thin stream dribbling out of his growing erection, but it quickly stopped as more blood pulsed into his shaft, leaving him with a thick, gently bobbing stiffy.

“Shit,” he said again, this time a little huskily.

My mouth had gone dry as I watched his cock pulse to life. My own was beginning to harden slightly, but I was still spraying piss in a torrent. “You, uh…” I trailed off, and then took a small step closer to him as I took my hand off, letting my semi direct itself. Aw

His eyes went wide, and I wondered if he would run, but instead he reached out with his right hand and grasped my dick around the shaft. His hand was firm and warm as it encircled my dick. Almost immediately I went rock hard, and the stream of piss trickled to a stop.

He looked up at me, and I licked my lips as I swallowed nervously. I felt his hand pull at my cock, stroking it once. I felt a fiery pleasure zip through my body, and I grunted at the feeling. As he reached the tip of my dick, he rubbed his hand around the top, collecting piss and precum that was then rubbed down my shaft.

It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone, and I was feeling absurdly close to nutting all over my bushes already. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt the itchy heat of an orgasm building at the base of my cock. “Ugghmm… Craig, you should…” I managed to grunt out. What the fuck am I doing?!

His only response was to squeeze my shaft. Not even a stroke, just a tightening of his grip–but that was all it took. My sex-starved body was more than happy to react, and I felt a wave of hot pleasure boiling up that swiftly spilled over. The orgasm gripped me in tandem with Craig’s hand, and a rope of cum jumped out of my cock head and onto the grass. My eyes squeezed shut and I gasped as my cock jumped and the second jet rocketed out of me, splattering the leaves of the bushes, my entire body wracked with pleasure. “Fuuuck, dude…” I ground out.

Craig didn’t move or let go as my cock jumped in his hand, blast after blast of cum flying into the bushes as I moaned, bucking my hips slightly into his hand.

The sound of a car pulling up into the driveway next door caused my eyes to flash open, just in time to see Craig yank his hand away and dash toward his backyard. “Craig!” I hissed. “Your shorts!” Cum was still dribbling out of my dick, the last tickling waves of pleasure dying away, but I quickly ran to where his shorts lay crumpled on the patio.

A panicked moan escaped him as Craig spun back to me. His thick erection bounced back and forth, his balls swinging wildly underneath. His eyes showed nothing but fear, however, as he tried to quickly change directions on the grass while buzzed. I tossed the shorts at him, and he jumped forward to catch them before starting to yank them on. He stumbled drunkenly and fell on the grass as his wet legs caught in the fabric. His panicked, quiet yelp sent me running forward.

He had rolled onto his back and was desperately dragging at the fabric wrapped around his lower legs. I dropped to my knees in the grass and swatted his hands away before grabbing the waistband at each side. He arched his back to lift his ass off the ground–which caused his still rock-hard dick to poke up into my face, smacking my cheek. My brain spun slightly, and I was struck with an absurd urge to put my mouth over his still-piss-wet cock head, but then I got his shorts up and over his furry ass, and managed to pin his erection against his body enough to get them up over the front as well. I heard the engine of the car next door sputter to a stop.

Craig scrabbled at the grass as he stumbled to his feet before running pell-mell out of my yard and into his. I stayed kneeling in my grass, my half-hard cock covered in piss and cum, my breathing heavy and fast. What. The fuck. My own slightly-drunk thoughts jumbled together in my head as I gasped for breath. A mildly hysterical giggle escaped me as my heart thundered in my chest, a mix of exertion, panic, and post-orgasm thrill.

I realized after a second of catching my breath that it likely wasn’t a good idea to stay there, and hauled myself to my feet. Curiosity burned at me, and I was horribly tempted to try to peek around the fence to see what would happen, but I knew it was a terrible idea. I turned and headed toward the French doors and into my house, my head spinning with a thousand thoughts and questions.

—

I didn’t see Craig for a few days after that, despite checking my bushes far more than I cared to admit to myself. A little thrill of anticipation zipped through me each time I stepped out the door to look. I also caught myself listening for his mower, despite knowing that his lawn wouldn’t need it again for a while. Neither action bore any fruit.

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~~ Authors note: Hey guys so this is the second part of Mary’s story! I highly suggest reading part one first. I don’t know if there will be another chapter though. Thank you to all that took your time and sent feedback, it’s always welcomed!~~

“Hey Dave, so I’m not really sure about everything anymore. As you know Angela and myself have basically been in a relationship you could say since the fall. Now that it’s July and I’ve been here for months, and I don’t know why, but I’m on the fence about this. You know uncle David didn’t raise us like this.”

“Like what Mary?”

“Like this. Like what I’m doing, like what I’ve been doing for almost a year now. Being gay.”

“Are you serious right now Mare? You’re being ridiculous”

“No I’m not David! Don’t get me wrong, she’s an amazing woman and friend, and she took me in when I had nothing, but this isn’t me. She isn’t..me. I love her to death, but I feel like I’m not doing right.”

“And by ‘doing right’ to whom do you mean? Cause these past months you’ve been the happiest I’ve seen in about 5 years.”

“She makes me happy! She makes me feel like I’m somebody and like I matter! It’s just gay alright?”

“Mary you sound pathetic right now and you’re pissing me off. To tell you the truth, you’re being stupid. So tell me, who the hell are you rethinking this for?”

“Uncle David. God.”

“Wow. Talk to me when you start doing things for Mary, ok?”

“David I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be angry with me, it’s just…I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

*** That was a conversation I had with my cousin David on email last week. He’s like my older brother considering we were raised together by his father (uncle David) when my druggie mom left me on his doorstep when I was only 2 years old.

Uncle Dave was a great man and took me in with open arms, but he was stern. The way he raised us was, in his words, “don’t bring home a faggot son, and Mary my love I can’t wait to shake the hand of the gentleman that sweeps you off your feet”.

I remember this one night he walked in my room when I was 16 and caught me kissing my bestfriend, Allison. He flipped out of control, threw her out while banning her from ever coming back, screamed my head off for hours, and grounded me for 2 weeks. He was a very large deep voiced half Cherokee half Italian man, so he scared me shitless and I never saw Allison personally again, and my lips never touched a females after that. Beyond scared straight? We both thought that, but yelling can’t change a true feeling you have.

Now it’s an early July morning and I’m getting back from my run only to walk in on a teary eyed Angie sitting against the office desk with papers in her hand. I noticed how sad she looked, so I took my headphones out, dropped my iPod, and walked over to her.

“Hey..Ang, what’s wrong?”

She didn’t look at me but at the papers in her hand laying on her lap, she started shaking her head and her lip quivered, holding in tears.

Seeing her hurt made me want to kill the person that made her feel that way. Not knowing that I was the reason, I go to give her a hug.

She looked up at me while saying “Stop” and pushing me away slightly.

“What’s going on babe?” I ask

She holds up the papers, gets off the desk and throws them down on it. Her cold hurt eyes never left mine as she wiped a tear away from her cheek.

I was still confused when she got really close to my face and said

“Your shit is packed and in your trunk” gave me a glare and walked upstairs.

I didn’t know what was going on, but what she said was serious and I’ve never seen that side of her. It hurt me to know that she packed my things and was kicking me out, what did I do? The papers!

Rushing over to the desk and grabbing them and reading them, my heart sunk. I’ve never felt so stupid and heartless in my life.

They were printouts of my emails to David. I must’ve left my account open.

“Shit” I thought. I felt flushed, but of course I love Angie, so I ran as fast as I could after her screaming and banging on her locked door to open and let me explain myself.

“Angie!!!”

silence

“Angela! Open the door, let me explain!”

silence

“I love you baby, just open the door and let me explain it, please!!”

The door swung open with a furious Angie now in my face.

“Explain what, huh? Explain how I’m a good friend? How I fucking took you in when your dead beat husband beat you nearly to death and you used me to get better?”

Tears started pouring down my face and I could barely speak.

“no”sobbing “I’m..”

“You know what Mary!? You don’t love me. You’ve never loved me, because if you did, you would have never even thought about your dead uncles wishes ahead of your own happiness!”

“..stop, please..” still sobbing but calming to talk.

“No Mary, I’m gay and I’m fucking proud of it! I want you out. I don’t want to talk to you right now. I don’t even wanna see you. Get out!”

“where would taksim escort I go huh?”

She didn’t answer and kept a gaze out the window, not looking at a pitiful me.

I knew she would need to calm down before she’d give me the time of day again, so I turned to leave. Stopping in the doorway I looked back and said

“I didn’t use you Angela, and I really do love you.”

She still didn’t look at me, so I continued my walk of shame out of the house.

Sitting in my car alone, I broke down even more.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT” I yelled while slamming the steering wheel.

I knew that I had just screwed up the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Taking in a few heavy breaths, I dried my tears enough to go for another run, that’s always helped me think. It actually helps me think, reminisce, forget, anything.

This run was a long one and accomplished nothing but bad thoughts. Like what if Angie never forgives me? What if she doesn’t ever let me talk to her about it? What if she went and fucked some random chick to get over me? So many things kept running through my mind making me depressed and angry.

Walking and catching my breath, I stumbled past a bar, so I went in. I had every intention of getting drunk, and that’s just what I did.

I remember telling things to somebody I met there, and they told me I was wasted then called me a cab. As soon as I sat in the backseat of the cab, I gave the driver Angies address and off we went.

Fumbling up the porch steps in my running gear, I got the front door open, but fell in because I was leaning on it. I made so much noise, igniting her attention she ran down the steps and found me lying there giggling.

“What are you doing?” I heard her say

“Hmmm” I got out stupidly

Angela is such a good person. Even through what happened hours earlier, she helped me up and sat me on the couch.

“Now” she says “What are you doing here? Was I not clear this morning?”

All I did was giggle some more and shake my head (I don’t know why) with my eyes closed.

She stood up, obviously frustrated and said,

“Lay down and sleep it off. It’s only 3, so I’ll come wake you up around 9 or 10.” after that being said she fluffed a pillow on the couch, laid me down, and spread a small couch cover over me. Surprisingly enough, she kneeled down and tucked me in, so while she was still there, I stared at her and asked,

“Why are you being nice to me”

She paused looking down at the cover for a minute, stood up not answering me, then walked in the kitchen and came back and sat a bottle of water and two advil on the coffee table.

“Take these when you wake up”

She said calmly then left me there to sleep.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise and I jumped awake, my head pounding. I sat up and looked around then spotted the water and advil and gratefully obliged. Then I remembered the noise and walked into the kitchen finding Angie sweeping up glass. She heard my footsteps creeping behind her and peered back then continued cleaning what broke.

I still felt embarrassed, heartless, and stupid but decided to ask innocently

“C-can we talk?”

Of course not even glancing my way

“sure. why not.” she answered

I took a step toward her and she turned to me quickly as if I was going to touch her and she didn’t want that.

“No, really. Can we please?”

I could see it in her eyes that she really wanted to, so we went and sat across the kitchen table from one another. Angie stared me down, clearly not making the first move.

“Why are you looking at me like that” I asked

“Do you wanna talk or not” she responded swiftly

“Ok yeah, sorry..”

“Before you go on, just save your ‘sorries’ ok? I’m such a nice person and people walk all over me then come back and say sorry. I’ve heard it before. Keep it, I’m tired of hearing it.”

“oo-ok yeah, um” I looked down and bit my bottom lip “Umm the emails. Look I haven’t thought about what I was going to say if you ever gave me a chance to explain, and I know what I wanna say, but I just don’t know how.”

“Tell me what you told David then, you had plenty to say to him.” Angie remarked sharply

I sighed

“I just..” I looked down again and started crying, then back up at her “I just don’t know Angie ok? I think about my life and future every night and I see you in it!” sobbing “I want you to be in it ok? I do. It’s just how I was raised, and my uncle telling me that as Christians we can’t be gay and we would go to hell and I need to date and marry a perfect man and..” she cut me off

“Stop. Mary just stop alright. You’re babbling, and you’re saying a whole lot without saying anything at all. I’ve heard those stories before. No one is going to hell for being gay and you know that. I believe all Christians know that, they just wanna act like they’re too holy and Jesus like to view life outside of the bible.”

“..yeah I guess so..”

“News flash, God loves everybody, ok, beşiktaş escort EVERYBODY. You know if you live with your life in gods hands you’ll go to heaven. So please spare me the Christian Jesus bible shit.”

“I know that! I’ve always known that deep down, but when you are a little girl and this huge man and all his friends are yelling at you telling you something different, you don’t wanna disappoint them or go against anything they say!”

She was staring at me uninterested looking mad with her arms folded and an eyebrow raised. Then there was silence until I continued, my tears dried up.

“Angela, I love you” she rolled her eyes “Seriously can you just listen! I’m in fucking love with you Angie, but I was just scared to admit it to myself let alone the whole world. I cared about what other people thought, and now I don’t. I just want you and I’ll do whatever it takes for you to believe me.”

She loosened up a bit then asked

“So what are you? Tell me your sexual orientation.”

I couldn’t answer nor look at her.

Angie stood up, said “exactly” and walked out of the kitchen.

I was desperate for her. It felt like I needed her then more than ever cause I wanted her to know how sorry I was, and my true feelings, but it was one little thing I couldn’t say. I can’t admit my orientation to her, I can’t even say it to myself. Standing up and running to the bottom of the steps and seeing her walk up them, I say,

“Baby.” she doesn’t respond “Angela please” she stops and looks at me and adds,

“I want you gone by morning.” and disappeared into the darkness upstairs. My heart completely broke. Storming swiftly to my car I got in and pulled off, hours later arriving at Davids house.

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Standing on my cousins porch I rang the doorbell once and nobody responded. It was late at night/early in the morning. Tears streaming down my rosy cheeks I rang the bell over and over and over until somebody answered. There was David, staring at me shocked at why I was at his door at this hour, but I ran into him forcing a hug, crying on his chest. He gave me a loving tight hug while closing the door and taking us over to the family room.

We sat there and I told him everything, that “I fucked up really bad” and how I wanted fix everything but didn’t know how. After telling the conversation Angie and I had, David comments,

“Well it seems to me you know exactly how to fix it. I’m no expert at love, but what you two have IS love and you need to express to her what you feel and mean it.”

That was not what I wanted to hear from him. I didn’t want to change anything. Yeah I want Angie back, but I’ve always been stubborn, hard headed, and stuck in my ways, so I said,

“Ya know what Dave? If that’s love, I don’t want it”

“God Mare, can you not be like this for once in your life?”

“No. See, I said those things to you, and she shouldn’t be snooping first off. Second, she’s not even trying to see where I’m coming from! I told her I was in love with her for Christ sake! And she wants to hear me tell her that I’m not straight!? That’s bullshit, fuck that!…fuck her.”

“Yeah, fuck her” David added sarcastically, then went to his room to bed.

After that night, I stayed at Davids. I knew another school year was approaching, and I decided that being a teacher, especially at the same school as…her, wasn’t a good idea. I quit that, and took up a job at an aquarium.

A few months drifted by at this job, and I had earned enough to get my own place. There were too many memories in my hometown, where David lives, so I decided to get an apartment back in town with my old job, Ronald, and Angie.

Luckily I hadn’t seen Ronald around, only in court dealing with our divorce. He was put into rehab and alcoholic programs that helped him sober up and find jobs. Good for him. Through it all I kept Jensen as my last name, it just fit me.

As for seeing Angie, there was this one time in the super market. She was picking out fruits, melons to be exact. But when I grew enough courage to be cordial and say hi to her, I saw she had her eyes on some other “melons”, ones you can’t eat. She turned and followed the girl down an aisle while I felt like I had just been punched in the gut. Of course I was still in love with her, I don’t want anyone touching her but me! I took several deep breaths, stopping myself from making a scene, and then I left the store. Hey, we’re not together right? She can do what she wants, fuck anything breathing if she’d like.

I called up my friend Luke (he’s straight as a circle) and decided we’d go out to the gayest club in town tonight so I can find someone to play with.

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I had a mini tight jean skirt on with 4 inch black heels, and a ‘fuck me’ black crop top to match. Luke was matching me, only with tight skinny jeans and black toms on his feet. We were ready for a good night.

Walking into the club we hear the crowd roaring and the base bumping, so etiler escort we shimmied our way through everyone to the middle of the dance floor and danced with each other like there was no tomorrow.

Luke looked over my should and scream whispered to me over the music,

“Hottie at 12 o’clock”

As he said that I felt a body push up against my back, definitely their front side considering I felt boobs pressing into me. Luke gave me the have fun look and made his way around the club leaving me.

The fast paced, edm raving type of music gradually changed into slower more sensual music and I started grinding with this anonymous female behind me. Her arms were around my waist, keeping me close, so I decided to grab them and push my ass into her even harder. Not even sure I was with the music any longer. Anon was exactly my height at that time, I had heels on and she didn’t. As we swayed I felt her hands start roaming my body and she whispered sexily in my ear,

“You’re so sexy, I want to make sex with you baby” Ahh a French accent that sent chills through me and dampness coating my thong.

She swung me around facing her and our lips stuck. My tongue kept probing at her lips until she opened them and let me in. I grabbed her head to pull her in more so I could French kiss my French anon. You know what they say, when in Rome..! Drifting from her lips I whispered back to her

“Come on” and started pulling her outside of the club.

We hailed a cab and headed to my apartment. While holding hands and giggling to one another in the backseat, we arrived and basically ran upstairs. My hand in hers I lead her into my bedroom. After kicking my shoes off, I leaned in to kiss her and she shoved me to my back on my bed and jumped right on me attacking my lips. French ma’am smiled down at me with a look I couldn’t quite make out but I smiled back at her. She leaned back down to my face, licked my lips, and planted a quick soft kiss on them. Her kisses were soft and gentle, but very sexy. She continued planting these kisses around my face and while she was doing that, I felt her hands slip under my shirt and grip the bottom. After tearing my shirt off of me in a hurry, she took one of my nipples and licked around them. It felt really good, but I stopped her,

“Look I get you might want…everything or whatever, but I just need a quick fix ok?”

I tried to say it as nicely as possible. She shook her head ‘yes’ then snaked down my body, pulling my skirt an thong off in one motion. Frenchie swirled my wetness around my slit with her fingers and took a dive in. Her tongue felt extra long, it was bliss. She licked up and down it at first and then shoved her tongue into my hole and pinched my clit with her thumb and index finger. At that I flinched and my hips bucked up off the bed more into her face. Her tongue fucking sped up as she massaged my little nub and I threw my head back in ecstasy.

“Yeah yeah, unff right there, don’t stop!” I moaned in a high pitch voice and shoved her head deeper into my cunt.

I felt my orgasm building up and could not let her come up for air. For all I knew she can be drowning down there, but I needed to finish. Her head kept trying to get free and gasp in a breath, but I held it there until,

“Oh fuck! I’m cominggggg” I screamed and my whole body shook then went limp. I tried keeping my hands locked in her hair but I had no strength. My body cringed each time she slurped up my cream and musky juices, I was all too sensitive.

She crawled back up to my side and we laid there for about 20 minutes. After that time I told her I had to get up early the next morning and she looked sad but angry. Knowing I wanted her to leave, she rolled out of the bed, stood looking down at me and shook her head.

“What?” I asked

“Nothing.” she paused “Will you walk me out at least?”

I nodded, reached for my robe, threw it on, stepped into my slippers and walked with her to the front door. Opening it she stepped into the hallway and tried to give me a kiss goodnight on my lips. As she got close I quickly turned my head so she’d get my cheek.

“Thanks Frenchie” I said monotone

Looking at me she said “You know something? You’re not what I expected. I thought you would be loving and generous, but clearly you are just hurt which has made you cold.”

I wasn’t looking at her anymore, but at the ground impatiently.

“My pleasure. Goodnight.” she bitterly stated. She walked away and that was the last I saw of her.

The next day I told Luke all that happened.

“Damn girl, you little evil slut” he replied jokingly

“Hahaha well what can I say?” I laughed.

Life went on like that for almost 4 months. I had plenty more hookups and encounters with people I’d hardly known, some more sensual than others. David came to see me one night and we had a conversation I wasn’t expecting.

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I poured us each a glass of wine and we sat at my kitchen table.

“So, what’s up!?” I asked

“Mary..”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you acting like this?” I tried to cut in but he kept going “I mean, I get that you’re lonely right now. But that shouldn’t be any excuse to..”

“To what!” I interrupted angrily

“To whore around! Look, you’re my baby sister and I know that this isn’t the life you want.”

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I left my car near my Stepmom’s driveway. I needed to walk, to clear my head, and to think about what I had just seen. Ever since a child, walking has always made me feel better when struggling with a problem and this was a doozy. I started walking towards town. What to do? What to do? What to do?

“Hey, John, how the Hell are you? Wait up, where you running?”

“Oh, hi, Mike. I didn’t recognize you. I can’t believe it. Long time no see, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you, too. I haven’t seen you since high school,” said Mike. The two men shook hands. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Worst than that, I’m afraid,” said John sticking my hands in my pockets.

“C’mon, let’s grab a beer.”

“A beer? I could use a drink. Where though? It’s Christmas. Everything is closed.”

“I know a place,” said Mike

The two men walked, as they talked, to a small bar down the block and around the corner. It was just a hole-in-the-wall bar that you’d walk by without even noticing it, had you not known it was there. A few regulars with nowhere to go, nothing to do, and no one to be with, even on Christmas, attached themselves to the bar, while making love to their beer. Mike and John grabbed a table in the corner.

“Two drafts,” said Mike lifting his arm, along with his voice, when the bartender looked over at him. “I can’t stay long. I have to get back home. My wife, Sheila, her family is coming in from Chicago to spend Christmas with us. Something tells me that I’ll need this drink more than you,” he said with a sad little grin. “So, what’s up with you? I haven’t seen you in ages, since you went off to college. How’s your Dad?”

“He’s the same. He works. That’s all he knows. He’s gone from early morning until a few hours before he goes to bed and then he does it all over again.”

“You’d think after your Mom died, he’d slow down and take more time off.”

“Nah, not my Dad. He says that he needs every hour of overtime they’ll give him to keep him out of the poorhouse. He has 9 more years until retirement and he’s determined to build himself a fat nest egg. Only, the way he’s going with the drinking at night and on weekends, he’ll be dead of a heart attack. Besides, someone like him can’t retire. He’s one of those guys who wouldn’t know what to do with himself, when retired. He’ll work until he drops.”

“So, why the long face?”

“Yeah, well, you remember my stepmom?”

“Sure, Carol, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“She was pretty hot back then. Is she still with your Dad?”

“No, she left my Dad eleven years ago, Christmas day, as matter of fact. I caught up with her last night.”

“Yeah, so? How is she? Is she still hot?”

The bartender brought over the beers and left.

“She’s still hot enough that I had sex with her last night and again this morning.”

“Whoa! Seriously? You banged your Stepmom? She must be fifty. What do you suddenly like older women,” said Mike with a chuckle, “who are related to you, if only by marriage?”

“Now, that I’m older, 29-years-old, the differences in our ages shrinks in importance. She’s forty-seven, but she looks thirty-seven. She still looks good. She still has that smokin’ hot ass. Her ass is like a ripe piece of fruit that you just wanna squeeze before taking a bite out of it. I’ve always loved her ass.”

“Yeah, I remember now. I remember her in her two piece bathing suit. Wow. She did have a nice ass,” he said giving his hand a shake. “The neighbors hated her, not the guys, just the women. She had a nice little figure on her.”

“Yeah, especially in that neighborhood, where most of the women were fat and didn’t wear any makeup, she was a shining star.”

“I remember now, you used to tell me about her flashing you her panties and bra and you started flashing her your cock. Is that how this all this started, having sex with your Stepmom, from the flashing you and she did, back then?”

“I guess. I dunno. Only, I ran into her on Christmas Eve, yesterday, after not having seen her in eleven years and we had a pleasant evening, that is, until she spanked me,” said John with an uncomfortable laugh.

“She spanked you? Your Stepmom spanked you? A grown man? Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, I mean, no, I’m not kidding you. She spanked me.”

“Just kidding around kind of spanking or across her knee walloping?”

“Across her knee walloping and on my naked ass. She made me take off my pants and pull down my underwear.”

“Fuck me,” said Mike taking a big sip of beer. “This is what stories are written about my friend. You have a story there and I’m so glad you’re telling it to me. Damn. I need a smoke.”

“It is a long story, but suffice to say, we had sex after she spanked me and later I spanked her.”

“You spanked her? On her naked ass, too?”

“Yeah, she didn’t think I’d do it. She thought I was joking, but I was serious about punishing her, when she told me what she did. I pulled her down over my knees, pulled her skirt up to her back, pulled down her panties, and slapped her bare, tight, little aksaray escort ass as hard as I could. It made my cock hard doing it and I didn’t stop, until she started crying,” said John taking a big swallow of beer.

“What did she do that you felt the need to punish her by spanking her? It had to be something really bad.”

“After all those years of me feeling guilty and feeling like a pervert, she confessed to me that she had flashed me on purpose. She said she knew I was showing her my cock and she enjoyed the show. She said it was no accident that I saw her naked. She said she allowed me to see her naked. She knew I’d open the door to her bedroom and she was there waiting for me behind the door naked, when I did.”

“Holy shit! You never told me you saw your Stepmom naked. Oh, my God. You’re such a lucky bastard. Back then, when I was that age, I would have given my right nut to have seen my Mom naked. She was pretty hot herself. You remember my Mom. She had big tits,” said Mike holding out his hands in front of his chest.

“Yeah, I remember, we were always staring at your Mom’s cleavage and tits, whenever she wore something low cut. As far as Carol, at the time, I was too upset to mention it, I guess. I saw her naked the day she left my Dad and me, Christmas Day, exactly eleven years ago. All this time I felt responsible. I felt that it was my fault she left. I figured I had offended her by always peeping on her, exposing my cock to her, and finally catching her naked. Then, to find out that she had been playing me and using me, while flashing me and allowing me to see her naked, was a huge revelation and a load off my mind and the reason why I spanked her,” he said with a little laugh.

“I don’t get it. So, what’s the problem? You’re banging and spanking your flashing Stepmom. That’s a good thing, isn’t it? I wish I could bang and spank my sister-in-law, she’s hot. For that matter, I wish I could bang and spank my mother-in-law. She’s hot, too, for a mature woman her age. I’d do her, too, if I could.”

“I’m not into incest,” said John. “Besides, we’re not blood related, anyway. If anything it’s just frowned upon, a taboo, to do my Stepmom, even if she’s no longer with my Dad and hasn’t been with my Dad in eleven years and technically is no longer my Stepmom.”

“Yeah, well, I’m into incest big time, only, it’s just as a fantasy for me. I never did anything like that for real. I’d never actually do it, I don’t think, unless it was with my sister-in-law and/or mother-in-law, but that’s not really incest, is it, having sex with your in-laws? You’re not related to them by blood, just through marriage. That’s just, like what you said, frowned upon and taboo. Right?”

Suddenly, finding himself to be an expert on the subject, John nodded his head yes.

“I can’t imagine having sex with anyone in my family,” said John. “I’m not attracted to my cousins in that way.”

“If I had the opportunity, I’d definitely do my sister-in-law and/or mother-in-law. Only, they’d have to make a pass at me. I’d never make a pass at them. I’d be in divorce court, if I propositioned my sister-in-law and/or mother-in-law. With my luck, they’d tell my wife or she’d find out somehow and I’d be the perverted bastard. They’d never be the perverted bitches.”

“There’s a big appetite in this country for incest and I really never thought that I was being incestuous with my Stepmom, you know,” said John hugging his beer in his hands. “It wasn’t like she gave birth to me and was my real Mother. She was just someone my Dad married, my Stepmom.”

“I remember reading a story on Literotica, A Christmas To Be Remembered, that some guy wrote, PositiveThinker, was his name. Anyway, he wrote about his four friends gangbanging his wife, sister-in-law, and mother-in-law, while he sat in the corner and watched. Wow, let me tell you, that was a hot story. I had to stop in the middle of it for some sexual release, if you know what I mean. Can you imagine the lucky bastard daring to do that? Wow. I jerked off over that story more than a few times. I wonder if that was a true story.”

“Yeah, well, it was nothing like that, I can assure you. We just had really hot sex and, as you know, I’ve always been into my Stepmom, lusted over her for years.”

“So, I don’t get it. You should be happy, after finally, not only banging your Stepmom but also spanking your Stepmom. I know that I would. I can only imagine how excited I’d be pulling my sister-in-law and/or mother-in-law over my knee, pulling up their skirt, pulling down their panty, and slapping their round, naked asses. Oh, my God, what a rush.”

“Well, I was happy, walking on air, actually, after leaving her house this morning. I needed to get some air to clear my head. I needed to think. Suddenly, I had a lot to process. Finally bumping into my Stepmom after eleven years, and then to have hot sex with her, the hottest sex I had with anyone, was a bit overwhelming, you know,” he said drinking the last bit of his beer.

“Yeah, I can understand how excited you must have been. If seeing Carol again wasn’t escort bayan istanbul enough, to have sex with her must have been off the charts exciting. Wow.”

“I was wrestling with my indecision, when you saw me. I thought about having a sexual relationship with her and I liked the idea, finally. I mean, I don’t have anyone else in my life and I’ve always been hot for her.”

“Yeah, so, go for it,” said Mike.

“That’s not the problem,” said John looking at the bottom of his empty glass. “When I returned a few hours later with a bouquet of flowers that I bought from a street vendor. She didn’t know I was coming back. I wanted to surprise her. Only, she surprised me. As I drove down her driveway, there was another car parked by her house. I know I shouldn’t have, but I was curious, jealous, actually. I suspected she was with a man.”

“Gees, I wish I could smoke in here,” said Mike. “This sounds like a story that I’ll need a cigarette to more enjoy.”

“So, I parked my car at a distance away from her house and walked up to the side and peered in the window to see if I could see who was there. I figured she had a boyfriend and was suddenly saddened that I’d have to vie for her attention with another man in play.”

“It’d be funny if it was your Dad.”

“It wasn’t and that wouldn’t be funny.”

“Sorry.”

“Anyway, I wouldn’t begrudge her for having someone in her life. I haven’t seen the woman in eleven years. Only, when I looked in the window, she was on her bed naked. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body. I hadn’t seen her naked in eleven years, since I opened her bedroom door. She still looked as good as I remembered, but for a few extra pounds around her middle and hips, but it looked good on her. She was always too thin before.”

“I thought you had sex with her. She wasn’t naked when you had sex?”

“Yeah, she was, but that was up close. It was different seeing her from a distance on the bed, while looking through her window without her knowing I was there. It was more erotic watching her through her outside bedroom window, as if we were playing the game of exhibitionism and voyeurism, all over again.”

“Shit. I knew I was going to need a cigarette,” said Mike patting his shirt pocket.

“Only, instead of a guy, there was a broad with her and she was naked, too.”

“Holy shit. Another broad? Oh, my God, John, you hit the friggin’ jackpot. A house with two naked broads, something like that happens only once in a lifetime. The reality of what you saw is what every horny guy fantasizes about. I know I do.”

“The weird thing was the other woman was my father’s old girlfriend, Debbie. I haven’t seen her in nearly eleven years, either, but I recognized her. My Dad kicked Carol out for Debbie. At the time, Carol was 36-years-old and Debbie was only 24-years-old. My Dad was 42-years-old.”

“I never knew your Dad had it in him. For a guy who was always working, he got around to the ladies, somehow.”

“With his blonde hair and blue eyes, my Dad’s always been a good looking guy, I guess. They came on to him, no doubt. He didn’t start aging, until he started drinking. When I was 18-years-old, Debbie had made a pass at me. She actually came in my room buck naked and climbed in bed with me. After seeing Carol naked, Debbie was the second woman I ever saw naked.”

“Stuff like that never happens to me,” said Mike. “I can’t even get my wife to pose for some candid photos. She thinks that I’ll post them on the Internet. I guess she knows me,” said Mike laughing.

“Only, I didn’t do nothin’ with her. I never liked her and liked her even less when she made a pass at me. I told her to get out of my bed and out of my room. I told my Dad and my Dad kicked her ass to the curb. She was a real slut. I used to hear her sucking my Dad’s cock every night.”

“Bartender, two more,” said Mike. John reached in his pocket to pay. “No, this is on me. You just keep talkin’. Damn, I wish I could smoke a cigarette. I’d go through the whole damn pack,” he said with a laugh, “with this story.”

“So, Debbie sits on the bed and starts making out with Carol. They were feeling one another’s breast.”

“No fucking way. Dude, this just gets better and better. I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, you and me both. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, when Debbie positioned herself between Carols legs and started licking her pussy, while reaching up with her long arms to play with her tits. I noticed that women eat pussy differently than men. After watching Debbie eat Carol’s pussy, men just dabble. Women, on the other hand, look like they are really enjoying it. Definitely, they know what to do. She had Carol squirming around the bed in no time. Then, as soon as Carol had an orgasm, she changed positioned with Debbie and Carol was licking her pussy.”

“Holy shit, your Stepmom is a lesbo. Wow.”

“I left at that point. After having sex with Carol, sex that meant more to me than her, I guess, I couldn’t watch her going down on a woman.”

“How come nothing like that ever happens to me,” said John taking escort another sip of his beer. “I never would have left that house, if I knew the woman I was with was a dyke. I would have stayed to watch what they did next. Maybe, they used a strap on with one another. At that point, I would have knocked on the door and asked them if they needed the real thing.”

“She’s not a dyke or a lesbo, at least, I don’t think she is. She’s just bi-sexual. There’s a big difference between a bisexual woman, a lesbian, and a dyke.”

“For someone who couldn’t even bear to watch, you sure know a lot about women having sex with one another.”

“My Stepmom is bi-sexual, seeing that she had sex with my Dad and eleven years later, with me. I guess that would make her bi. She’s no dyke, not even lesbian. In my mind a lesbian is a woman who just can’t be with a man, would rather die than suck a cock. I mean, I don’t care that she’s bi or lesbian, but to just have had sex with her and to think that I was going to develop a relationship with her, I dunno. I’m just really fucking confused.”

“Dude, you need get your ass back over there. I can’t believe you left. You could have what every man dreams of having, a threesome. What does Debbie look like?”

“Actually, she looks better now than she did eleven years ago. Lesbianism must agree with her because at 24-years-old, when she was with my Dad, she was already looking fucked over and skanky. Who knows? Maybe she used drugs back then.”

“Yeah, so, I know what Carol looks like or used to look like. What does Debbie look like?”

“She’s blonde, pretty, and has big tits. She’s 35-years-old and still looks pretty hot. With all her hair, she used to look like an emaciated Farrah Fawcett, but now she looks more like Tuesday Weld from Dobie Gillis, only with bigger boobs.”

“Yeah, I remember her. Thalia Menninger was the character she played on the show. I had such a crush on her. She was hot. Man, I would have given anything to bang her, but I’ve always had the Zelda Gilroy’s in my life. If you ever meet Sheila, my wife, don’t say nothin’, but she’s more Zelda than she is Thalia. Hey, now that I think about that show, do you remember that rich guy they had on the show, Chadsworth Osborne, Jr.? He was a hoot.”

“I can’t believe my Stepmom is a lesbian,” said John more preoccupied with his thoughts rather than wanting to talk more about the Dobie Gillis Show. He looked at his friend. “Do you think they turned lesbian after being with my Dad?”

“Nah, a guy can’t turn a woman lesbian. Either she is or she isn’t. They’re born that way. They’ve done studies.”

“So, what do I do now?”

“Dude, I told you what to do,” said Mike. “You need to go back there and take me with you. They just might need a second man. I’ll be your wingman.”

“I can’t do that. Besides, I thought you had to get home for Christmas.”

“You’re right. I do have to get home, but I’m telling you. Go back over there, pretend you don’t know about them being lesbians or bi-sexual, whatever, and about what’s going on in their little love house. Knock on the door, give her the flowers and maybe they’ll ask you to join them for Christmas dinner and a little dessert, if you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. That’s not a bad idea. Not so much for the sex, but to find out if they are living together and if Carol is interested in pursuing a relationship with me. I’m curious now that I saw them together having sex.”

After catching up, John left Mike when they finished their second beers. Mike had to hurry home and John had no place to go really. Rather than spend another Christmas alone or watching his Dad fall asleep drunk in his chair, he decided to go back over to Carol’s house.

Carol and Debbie were out front hanging a Christmas wreath on the door that had fallen. They stopped to watch him drive down their driveway.

“Johnny,” said Debbie, as soon as he got out of the car. She came running over to him, her big boobs bouncing with every step. She looked good from a distance and much better up close. With her long, wild, blonde hair, she looked a little like Daryl Hannah. Whatever she was doing or not doing, drugs, he figured, she looked amazing.

She gave him a hug and he hugged her back. With her big breasts pressed against his chest and their pelvises touching, he had an immediate desire for her. It took all the control he had not to reach down and cup her sweet ass in his hand. She was quite stunning. Seeing her now, he couldn’t believe he kicked her out of his bed, out of his room, and was responsible for kicking her out of their apartment. In hindsight, he should have banged her then.

“Hi Debbie, I didn’t expect such a greeting after the last time we were together,” he said taking a step back. “You look great. What’s your secret?”

“I’ve been clean and sober since your Dad gave me the boot. With Carol’s help, I earned my GED and even took some evening classes at the community college. Nothing personal, but my low point was when I climbed in bed with you and was ready to suck your cock. My life had been spinning out of control before that. I was never attracted to your Dad. I was with him for a place to stay. Now, you, on the other hand, were really cute back then and still are. I’d be interested in you,” she said giving him a light peck on the lips.

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Summary: Sexy co-ed seduces not one, but two MILF flight attendants.

Note 1: This is the third in a hopeful lengthy series of stories about Bree, a young woman who has the innate ability to seduce older straight woman. The first part was Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor; the second story was Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride. This story, like those, stand on its own, but if you want to learn more about Bree and her earlier conquests please read them first (or second, it doesn’t really matter).

Note 2: A special thanks goes to my loyal copy-editor Estragon; another special thanks goes to Goamz86 for an early read through.

Note 3: Another thanks goes to all my fans who have patiently waited for this story to be written…it has been a long road and a lot of false starts.

Note 4: Yet another thanks to nylon_master for suggesting the flight attendant concept.

Lesbian MILF Seductress: In flight

1. JOINING THE LESBIAN MILE HIGH CLUB

Bree wanted to travel the world and usually what Bree wanted, Bree got. So through a couple of connections, both older women who had submitted sexually to the young blonde, she got a first class flight to Germany during Spring Break. The week was a whirlwind of travel and Bree was so preoccupied with the sights and history that she went the entire trip without sex (well, it was also that time of month). So she was already going through domination withdrawal when the perfect opportunity presented itself.

Bree had requested the very front seat of the plane because she did not like people in front of her and she liked the extra leg-room. As usual, she got what she wanted for the lengthy flight back to America…a crazy midnight flight. The stars were all lining up perfectly: there were only three people in first class and the flight attendant in charge was an incredibly attractive short older woman, who Bree instantly decided would be her personal pleasure pet for the long flight home.

Bree dressed, as she usually did, in a skirt, thigh high stockings (Bree never knew when she would have someone crawling between her legs), a simple blouse and heels. She flipped off her heels as soon as she got seated and made sure the tops of her thigh high stockings were clearly visible to the attractive flight attendant.

Vivian was a veteran flight attendant, having done this for twenty-five years, ever since she was twenty-one. She had seen it all. When she noticed the young girl dressed so slutty for an overnight flight, she shook her head, assuming the young girl was intending on joining the mile high club. Vivian smiled as she recalled when she joined the club, fucking a pilot in the cockpit while the other flew the plane. They later swapped positions as she got a ‘fuck one, get a second fuck free deal’. For the first couple of years she was a popular piece of tail for the pilots, before meeting ‘the one’. She got pregnant, then married and had one child, her daughter Hillary, who was training to be a flight attendant as well.

Vivian loved her job, traveling being her passion, a passion her daughter also inherited. She was giddy with the thought of one day working with her daughter, who was a spitting image of her when she was younger. Even though Vivian loved her job, there was almost always a passenger who was a pain in her ass and this time she could already tell it was going to be this young tramp. Sometimes it was a drunk, others a pervert, others a crying baby or a terrible parent or, like today, a diva girl who thinks the world revolves around her. She sighed knowing it was probably going to be a long flight…unless the young lady fell asleep.

Bree read her a book on her Ipad once the plane was in the air. When the seatbelt light dinged it was safe to take the seatbelt off and get up, Bree stood up and stretched. She surveyed the small first class area. Both other first class passengers were already sound asleep and Bree smiled, knowing her window of opportunity was open now.

She sat back down and pressed her button for assistance.

Vivian saw the light flicker and sighed as she thought to herself, ‘I knew it.’

Hiding her resentment at the young diva, Vivian put on her fake happy face and went to her. She asked, “What can I do for you, Miss?”

Bree liked being called Miss and smirked at the fact that the flight attendant’s job made her a natural submissive. Bree asked politely, “May I have a blanket, it is chillier than I expected in here?”

Vivian thought to herself, ‘Of course, it is chilly, you are half fucking naked.’ Yet, the words out of her mouth were, “Of course, Ma’am.”

Bree, showing her first hints at dominance, corrected the older woman, “I am no Ma’am. I am twenty-two. You will refer to me as Miss.” Bree considered adding ‘or Mistress’ but decided to play the seduction slightly slower and less abruptly.

“Yes, Miss,” Vivian replied with the fake smile she had long ago mastered, glued upon her face. Inside she was seething as she turned and went to get the half-naked co-ed a blanket. She purposely took her time, Esenyurt Escort her own subtle act of defiance.

Bree knew she had pissed off the flight attendant and caught on that the long delay at retrieving a simple item was a power struggle statement by the veteran.

When Vivian returned with the blanket, she handed it to the passenger without actually making eye contact.

Bree asked with sugary sweetness, while reading her book, “Could you please put it on me?”

“Yes, Miss,” the furious Vivian responded as she thought to herself, ‘Want me to tuck you in too?’

Once done, Bree said, her condescending tone as subtle as possible, but clearly there, “Thank you. You are a very good servant.”

Vivian considered clarifying that she was not a servant, but decided to let it go. “Is there anything else, Miss?”

“Yes,” Bree replied, not looking up at her, building on the servant treatment, “I will have a glass of red wine.”

“Of course, Miss,” Vivian replied, hoping the wine would make the young bitch tired.

Bree smirked. She loved the game, the hunt, the sly manipulation. The thrill of the chase was usually way more exciting and sexually stimulating than the sex that would inevitably end the cat and mouse game.

Returning with the wine and a glass, Vivian poured a generously full glass of wine.

Bree joked slyly, “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”

Vivian stammered, “I-I-I beg your pardon?”

“Ooooh, a beggar, even better,” Bree flirted, playing on the suddenly ruffled MILF.

“What? No. Please, stop,” Vivian argued, trying to regain the situation.

“Please, yes,” Bree countered, allowing the blanket to slip to one side. “Could you fix my blanket?”

Vivian was flustered as she hastily fixed the blanket, her face suddenly flushed.

The plane bucked in a bit of turbulence, and half the glass of wine spilled onto Bree’s blouse.

Bree saw this as a great opportunity, and wasn’t angry, but acted it. “Fuck! What the hell?”

Vivian apologized profusely, as she did when an accident occurred, “I am so sorry. It was a complete accident.”

Bree unbuttoned her blouse and demanded, “Accident, my ass! Get this in water. If this stains I will have your job.”

Vivian grabbed the stained blouse and couldn’t help but notice the girl’s voluptuous breasts. She looked away just as quickly and took the blouse to a sink. She soaked it thoroughly and used the special stain remover that worked like magic usually. She took a deep breath as she tried to regain her composure. She grabbed an extra flight attendant blouse to bring to the bitch. She sighed when the light flashed, alerting her that passenger in seat one, was in need of assistance again.

While the older woman was gone, Bree slipped back into her heels, knowing they added a sense of power to any seduction.

When Vivian arrived back to the young woman she gasped. The big-breasted blonde was no longer wearing a bra. She began, handing the young woman the blouse, “Miss, you need to be wearing something.”

Bree glared at the stunned flight attendant and pointed out, “If you wouldn’t have overfilled the glass trying to get me drunk to fuck me I wouldn’t be half-naked.”

Vivian was flabbergasted. The girl’s accusations were so off-base they were absurd, yet she suddenly couldn’t resist taking a couple of peeks at the young girl’s firm breasts. She thought to herself how her breasts used to be that perky and firm but age and gravity had not been so kind to her. She stammered, “It-it-it was an accident.”

“Whatever,” Bree replied, dismissing the older woman’s defensive reply and tossing the blouse on the seat beside her. Bree could see the trepidation and confusion in the older woman’s eyes and knew the first pivotal moment was at hand. She said, “The least you can do is make it up to me. My feet are killing me. Could you please massage my feet?”

Vivian couldn’t believe the nerve of this young lady. Regaining her composure, she attempted to regain control of the absurd conversation, while desperately trying to ignore the young girl’s still uncovered breasts. She couldn’t tell if the young girl was flirting with her, or just playing games. She didn’t really care either way, she just wanted the flight to end and to get home and in her nice warm bed. Two weeks away from home was too long and her mind was beginning to play tricks on her. A small part of her, just the slightest tingle inside, was intrigued by the young blonde’s flirting. She had resisted many offers to play some lesbian games when she first started, but she loved men and men only…yet there was something suddenly drawing her to the seductive passenger. Ignoring the small flicker of curiosity, she said, “Sorry, Miss that is not part of the first class package.”

Bree didn’t flinch as she responded, “I know, but I want the full first class package.” Bree finished the glass of wine and stood up. In her heels she towered over the just five-foot-tall forty-six year old.

Vivian suddenly was intimidated. The young girl’s firm breasts and stiff erect nipples were just inches from her. İstanbul Escort She was speechless as she tried to process what was happening. Unthinkably, she felt a slight dampness in her vagina and her mind reeled.

Bree, like the predator she was, could tell when a prey was weak and went in for the kill. She put her hands on the woman’s shoulders and gently, but firmly, guided the dazed older woman to her knees.

Vivian felt herself being gently led to the floor and although she knew she should resist, the confident demeanour of her passenger had her in a trance. She glimpsed to the two other passengers to make sure they were still sleeping before she looked up at the young woman.

Bree sat back down and ordered like a rich woman would a servant, “Take off my heels.”

Vivian’s face was flushed with the humiliation that comes with servitude, yet she couldn’t deny that it turned her on. Her damp panties were impossible to ignore. She obeyed the simple task and waited for further instruction.

Bree, happy with the older woman’s obedience, continued, “Now please massage my feet.”

Vivian took the stocking-clad left foot into her hands and gently began massaging it. She couldn’t explain it but the touch of nylon, mixed with the girl’s perfectly manicured toes and her purple toenails, mixed with the clearly subservient situation that had somehow occurred, had her pussy was unexplainably tingling.

Bree knew she was in control, yet that there was still a fine line to get the flight attendant to cross. So Bree just relaxed and allowed the massage to relax her.

Vivian, accepting that it was easier to just appease the young passenger than to cause havoc in a sleeping plane, massaged the young girl thoroughly, just like she liked to have done to her. When she switched feet, she glanced up and gasped as she realized she could see right up the young lady’s skirt and that she was not wearing any panties.

Bree noticed the older woman’s reaction. It never got old, watching a straight woman slowly weaken to the point they are not only no longer straight, but also are submissive and eager to please a much younger woman. Bree teased, hinting blatantly at the obvious, “Don’t worry, you will get to massage that later too.”

Vivian who had just grabbed the passenger’s other stocking-clad foot suddenly realized, any lingering doubts now confirmed, the intentions of the young woman. Vivian had no idea what to do. She was not a lesbian. She hadn’t frolicked with a passenger in over twenty years and yet she could feel her responsible, professional self fading away. It was like when she used to get really drunk and her standards and morals dissipated, and she became a horny cock craving slut…although this time she wasn’t drunk and it wasn’t cock she was beginning to crave. A couple of minutes after seeing the young girl’s shaved pussy, she decided she had to end this now before she did something she really regretted. Adamant that she had to resist the growing temptation to submit to this young girl, she let go of the girl’s nylon-clad foot and abruptly stood up.

Bree, seeing a glint of resistance in the older woman, quickly regained control. “Did I give you permission to quick massaging me or stand up?”

Vivian, appalled at the young woman’s attitude of entitlement, replied, “I’m done.”

“I beg to differ,” Bree said, before threatening, “you have five seconds to resume your position, slut.”

Vivian couldn’t believe the half-naked passenger would have the gall to call her a slut. Vivian had only slept with one man for over twenty years; she was as faithful as Old Yeller. Vivian glared at the blonde passenger and retorted, “I am no slut and this little charade of yours is over.”

Bree laughed like the wicked witch of the west. “Reeeeeally,” she rolled out all dramatic.

“Yes, reeeeeally,” Vivian replied, sarcastically copying the young passenger.

Bree flipped her iPad to show her prey what she had been recording while the older woman assumed she was reading.

Vivian went as white as snow. She was watching herself on her knees in front of the young girl.

Bree explained, “Now obviously with one click this video can go to your superiors or to any number of stocking fetish websites. The best part is all they will see are my nylon legs, toes and thighs, but I think as you can see your pretty little face is very clear. And unless I am mistaken, and I seldom am, you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself down there.”

Vivian’s heart sank. She was being blackmailed and portrayed as some kinky pervert when it was the young woman, half naked, that was the real pervert. She tried to spin a way out of this in her head, but nothing came to mind.

Bree pointed out. “It has been way more than five seconds, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt, considering it is obvious you have not actually accepted our new reality.”

Vivian, defeated and confused, returned to her knees and continued massaging her blackmailer’s foot, an anxiety-riddled mess and yet just, as absurdly and unlikely, horny as hell.

Bree, going for the sexual jugular, teased, “You look hungry, Beylikdüzü Escort are you ready to continue giving me the next part of the full-service first class treatment?”

Vivian knew it was coming and a growing part of her was excited but she knew this is where she had to draw the line. “Please, Miss,” she began but was interrupted and her message construed.

“Begging,” Bree teased, “I like that.”

Vivian stammered, “I-I-I wasn’t….”

But Bree shushed her and opened her legs. “I know what you are thinking right now. A part of you is dying to submit to me, to bury your face in my oasis of sweetness, but another part of you, albeit slowing shrinking, knows it is wrong to submit to a passenger. Go ahead take a good long look at my cunt, Vivian.”

Vivian obeyed staring at the enticing, slightly glistening, pussy. The young girl was completely correct in her assessment as well, as her conflicting emotions were causing complete turmoil in her head, body and loins.

Bree continued, “It’s ok, slut. I have already made your choice for you the moment I met you. I could tell you needed this, and now I am going to make it happen.” Bree paused to make direct eye contact with her about to break prey, before ordering, “Now crawl between my legs.”

Vivian knew she should resist, but she also knew Bree had the video of her. And although a weak excuse, it was the one she used to convince herself to do it. In her mind she was not doing it because she wanted to, but because she had no choice. She obeyed the pretty passenger and positioned herself between the stocking-clad legs of this seductress.

Bree knew she had won, like she always did. She purposely didn’t blackmail the MILF, wanting her to give in because of her own free will, as that was the best part for her, watching the stages of submission in action.

Part one: the initial shock. The idea of submission is presented subtlety, usually a moment that has never crossed their mind…at least not seriously.

Part two: the denial. After the prey gets past the original shock of such an originally ludicrous idea, she denies adamantly the idea even as her body and subconscious begins to get intrigued by the thought of submission. The prey convinces herself she is straight and would never submit to a woman, especially a younger one.

Part three: the consideration. Yet, the longer the temptation lingers the tiny morsel of intrigue in stage two grows and spreads like wild fire in a dry forest. For some they have always been remotely curious, for others their sex-life at home is stagnant and desperately needs to be ignited, for others they are in powers of authority and such submission gives them the stress relief their mind and body is craving and for others it is just a natural transition of their sexual being. For many it is a mixture of all or some of them and for the some it is just the intoxicating aura that Bree exudes without trying, like a sexual perfume that entices the innocent and corrupts them into the sin that deep down inside of them has remained dormant and ignored. But we are sexual beings and such sinful desires are in all of us just begging to be allowed to be let out…Bree has the ability to bring it out in spades. For the prey, this usually includes an inner battle between propriety and society’s expectations and the raw carnal lust that exists deep inside. The inner turmoil causes much anxiety and trepidation at first but these feelings slowly shift to excitement and intrigue as they consider becoming the sexual beings they are.

Part four: submission. Inevitably, regardless of the inner conflict, all the prey eventually submits. Some do so eagerly once they let go of their shame and insecurities, while others pretend to be forced into it. But once they are on their knees, between Bree’s legs and they have that first sample, they are addicted…always. They become addicts of her pussy and will do almost anything to taste it again. Most will wonder why they have never tried it before and regardless of their relationship with Bree after the submission, they will search and crave similar submissions for the rest of their lives.

Vivian stared at the young seductress’s pussy unsure what to do next. An invisible line was all that stopped her from final submission.

Bree allowed the older woman to hesitate. Bree loved to watch the final last second struggle before the inevitable. Finally, Bree, wanting the MILF to cross the threshold on her own, instead of ordering like she often did, offered sweetly, “Go ahead, Vivian. We both know you want to.”

As she heard the words, Vivian knew that they were true. What started as an absurd idea from a pretentious young passenger had slowly become an inevitable evolution to the undeniable. The young girl’s scent of sin was as appetizing as the scent of freshly baked cookies. The kind that mom used to make that she devoured whole. Without even feeling the shift occur, she felt herself lean forward, extend her tongue and submit. She couldn’t believe how sweet the young girl tasted, like peaches and yet like a whole new forbidden fruit. Vivian was tentative at first, but once the taste triggered her taste buds it was like an aphrodisiac shot straight to her brain, numbing any sense of wrong or morals and releasing a hunger that could never be completely satisfied ever again. She was hooked and began to lick with determined focus to make this young girl flood and feed her hungry lust.

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Day Before The Wedding

“She said she didn’t want me at the wedding Tasha.” I said.

“Don’t you think that maybe it’s for the best?” Natasha said as she tried to calm me down.

“But how can she do this to me, I’ve been going through hell, helping her out and now she just tells me to fuck off.” I stood up and headed to my cabinet trying to find some alcohol.

“I don’t even understand you Laura she is moving on and I thought you did too.” Natasha said as she walked to me and took away the glass of alcohol I had poured myself.

“I thought I did too Tasha, maybe I could have moved on, but I can’t now. She told me she still loved me but she still won’t leave him. I don’t know what to do.”

“You need to get away, just get in the car and drive anywhere.” Natasha said as she rubbed my arms. “Maybe I can help you forget Laura.” Natasha got closer to me until she began to kiss me; her lips were cold but sweet. Normally I would have kissed her back but I couldn’t there was only one thought in my mind.

“Stop Tasha, I don’t need sex I need your help.”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“Seduce me, I don’t want this.”

“You say this now Laura but I know you want me you proved it that night at the bar.” Natasha said as she ran her hands over my body until she rested them on my face.

“You and I know I did that to make Rachel jealous.” I said as I moved away from her and finished my drink in a swallow, which ended with me coughing.

“Yes I know but that was in the beginning, what about afterwards in the restroom when I saw into your eyes, I saw love, it wasn’t just a game Laura I saw it.” Natasha said as she came behind me and rubbed her hands on my back.

“Yes you did Tasha, but I can’t love you like I loved Rachel. Rachel is my soul mate, she knows it too she’s just afraid. But like I said I do love you Tasha but it wouldn’t be fair for you because part of me will be in it for you but not all like it is for Rachel. You need to find someone who can completely love you, who doesn’t think of anyone else but you, and I’m not that someone.” I said as I turned around and faced her.

“So that’s it you’re pushing me away.” Natasha said as I saw the pain I was causing her.

“No I’m not pushing you away Tasha, I want you Avcılar Escort to always be a part of my life but I admit I am pushing away the chance for us to be a couple and I’m apologizing for that now. Also Tasha you don’t really love, you know as well as I do that the only reason you are here is because I’m suffering and you’re attracted to it.” I said as I held her hands in mine.

Natasha just looked at our hands and then looked up at my face, “You really do love her don’t you?”

“I do Tasha and I know we will never be the same, you and I but I need you to understand that after today I want you in my life always even if you hate me I still want you to be part of my life and I do hope you can forgive me.”

“I forgive you Laura and I understand you. Yes I’ll always be in your life but Rachel won’t be…unless you go now and try to convince her.”

“Are you for real, you aren’t mad at me?”

“Yes, but only a little, go now Laura and fight for her, as for me I know you’re right I will find my true love someday.” Natasha gave me a kiss on the cheek as she put her coat on and turned around to look at me, “I’m going to take a vacation Laura, I’m going to be gone by the time you get back tonight so this is a goodbye until next time.”

I walked up to Natasha and gave her a hug before letting her go, “Thank you Tasha.” I said as I saw Natasha walking out my door, as for me I needed some shoes. I didn’t know where Rachel was so I decided to call her and because she didn’t answer I called Ron.

“Hey Ron is Rachel there?”

“Hey Laura, nope she’s not here, she said she wanted to spend the last night as a single woman alone at her place. You might find her there.”

“Oh alright thank you Ron, bye.” I hung up and headed outside. I got into my Ferrari and drove in record speed to her house. I had no clue as to what to say but I had to try on last time. I walked up her steps and knocked, the place was dark and I was fixing to leave when she finally opened the door.

“What are you doing here Laura?” Rachel said as I noticed how horrible she looked. Her eyes were red and puffy and her shirt was covered with food.

“I had to try Rachel, you can’t marry him.” I said pleadingly.

“I told you I’m marrying him Laura and Beylikdüzü Escort I’m not switching my mind.”

“But you love me Rachel, you won’t be happy with him.”

“Pease leave Laura.” Rachel said as she began to close the door.

“Fuck this.” I said as I pushed past her door, which startled her long enough for me to shut the door and lock it.

“What the fuck are you…” Rachel began to say before I walked up to her and pushed her against the wall. I moved my hand until I was cupping the back of her neck and then I kissed her with all the love I had. I kissed her it seemed forever, her hands moved upwards until she had them intertwined behind my neck and she began to kiss me back deeper with fire. I moved my hands downward and tried to pull her shirt off unsuccessfully so I ended up tearing it apart, I moved my body closer to hers, moving my hands to her ass and lifting her up until her legs were hugging my hips, I couldn’t help pushing her against the wall a bit rougher and pressing myself against her until she began to run her nails through my hair and down my back. Rachel moved her hands downwards unbuttoning my jeans so that she could pull my shirt out and over my head; I kissed her, my tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm. By now we had gotten to the point where we were both naked. I moved my hand in between us and began to rub her clit slowly causing her head to move back and her back to arch. Rachel was moaning which led me to increase my rubbing on her clit. With my other hand I had my strap on in my hand and began rubbing the tip of my dildo on her pussy causing her to grip my shoulders harder. By now I was so far gone and began to slide my dildo in her pussy inch by inch until all nine inches were deep in her pussy. I had one hand supporting me against the wall and the other hand was on her ass to support her weight up as I slid my dick in and out of her pussy. We were both looking as it went in and out of her pussy until I cut her view by lowering my head to her nipple to suck on. My tongue was circling each nipple for a while before trading and sucking. I began to fuck Rachel harder and deeper as I rubbed her clit, I moved my mouth back up till I was nibbling on her neck one of her hands rubbing my back while the other one was just making Bahçeşehir Escort a nest out of my hair. I moved my lips upward until I was kissing her slowly and gently, my hips moving faster and her nails trailing down my back as she began to cum. Rachel finally rested her hands on my ass and screamed out my name as I bit her neck and moved deeper into her pussy causing her to move her head back and forth, finally after a few minutes we calmed down and I laid her on her carpet, both of us naked holding onto each other.

“Why did you come back Laura?”

“Because I had to try Rachel.” I whispered.

“This doesn’t change anything…” I heard Rachel whisper back to me and I felt my heart tare into a million pieces. I remember when I was younger there was this time I almost drowned in a lake and this is exactly how I was feeling again. I was suffocating; there was no air for me to breath. I moved away from Rachel and began to put my clothes back on. After I had all my clothes on I kneeled next to her and gave her a soft kiss just my lips moving against hers, then I gave her a deep, hard, passionate kiss sliding my tongue in between her lips and kissing her lips for the last time. I didn’t cry, I didn’t do much except get up and walk to the door, I turned around and saw Rachel laying there on the carpet naked, her hair spread around her hair, I looked at her with all my love in my heart and said my last three words to her.

“I love you.” I said with so much emotion like never before but I walked out in the end. I went to my Ferrari got my iPod put my earplugs on and listened to Taking Back My Love by Enrique Iglesias and headed home.

I laid on my bed awake until the next day, it was Rachel’s wedding day and I had made up my mind. I got up packed some clothes, put my suitcase in the trunk and drove away. I drove for four hours and finally stopped in the middle of the road, there was no one around, and I sat there thinking. Rachel’s wedding was about to start in three hours and I was four hours away.

I was about to drive of again, but I decided to turn on the radio and I heard it, it was the sign. I made a U turn and drove back to the wedding. I had about three hours to get there. I smiled as I drove, I was about to break some speeding limits and I didn’t give a fuck.

“I’m coming back for you Rachel!” I screamed out, here I was driving back with a smile on my face, a heart ready to fight, and Enrique Iglesias’s song Finally Found You playing on the radio, damn I was one crazy person in love ready to crash a wedding for the woman I loved.

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“Melissa…I’m sorry I scared you. When I saw you pull up, I was like, Oh my God..I have to come over.”

Beth was a teacher’s aide that she knew not only from school events and games over the past couple of years, but also from being a volunteer coach at some of the soccer practices and matches that her daughter played in. Melissa thought she also must have been a player when she was younger, because she really seemed to know the game. And from the half dozen or so times that she had seen or talked with her, she also got the impression that she was probably of a stickler about things..that typical, type A personality that was a little uptight and kind of buttoned down. And not someone she’d want to go out with for fun, or meet for margaritas. But she seemed genuinely friendly, and enthusiastic and good with the kids. When she had asked Lexi about her, she remembered getting a response slightly to the right of her usual, monotone ‘alright’..which coming from her, was practically a rave.

She smiled while pressing her legs together, and slumped her shoulders with her left arm draped over the steering wheel, to block her thinly covered and still damp breasts.

“It’s so good to see you! Are you still here working? I thought school ended like an hour ago?”

Beth glanced briefly down into the car, then back up, and nodded, smiling.

“Yes..I’m working by myself on a project in our room. We didn’t have time to finish it today, but I really wanted to get it done for tomorrow. It’s this art project the kids made..kind of like a banner of historical events?”

“Wow..that sounds very cool. I’ll ask Lexi to take some pictures after it’s up, I’d really like to see it.”

“It really IS great..and the kids loved doing it. But, here’s the thing. I’ve been looking for a janitor who’s still supposed to be here, but I can’t find him. I think he went home, and after a fall I had up on one a couple of years ago, I’m just terrible on ladders. I really need someone to help me hang it. I came out here to get something from my car, and saw you pull up..like a godsend! Would you mind?”

Melissa gripped the wheel as as a surge of panic welled up from her belly and into her chest.

“Oh..Beth, I’d love to help! But Lexi’s gonna be out here any second from band practice, and I’ve got to swing by the market and then get home to start dinner.”

Beth smiled and shook her head.

“Melissa, it’ll work out perfectly. I detoured by the music room on my way out, and Miss Cottman said she’s got at least another 20 minutes with them until she lets them out. Its more than enough time for us to get that up. It’ll mean SO much to me..and the kids, if you could help.”

Melissa went numb, and the tightness in her chest dropped back like a weight to her stomach. This cannot be happening.

She was at a loss..what could she say? No? Or..sorry, I just don’t want to?

Her mind raced through possible responses, but she sighed to herself with resignation.

“Of course, Beth..I’d be happy to help.”

Beth beamed, and reached into the open window to quickly squeeze her shoulder.

“Thanks SO much..let me just grab some stuff I left in my car, and we’ll head in.”

She disappeared around the back of her SUV, and Melissa just sat, dazed for a few seconds, before rolling up the window and opening the door to get out. As she swung a leg out and slid off the seat, she felt the flattened baseball cap come out with her, stuck to her ass. Reaching through her legs to peel it away, she looked down between her thighs to see the stickiness that had seeped through the hat from her soaking cunt. Well, at least she didn’t stain the leather seat. She quickly brought it up to sniff the dark stain, then tossed it onto the passenger side floor and climbed out and shut the door.

She needed to stay calm and figure out a way to deal with the situation.

Her thin top was still damp in spots, and looking quickly in the driver side window, saw the stark image of her almost transparent breasts and nipples. She didn’t bother looking down at her tights, there wasn’t a thing she could do about it anyway..no shirt to tie around her waist, nothing. She just set her jaw, ignoring the heavy wetness throughout her crotch and ass, and turned to meet Beth by her car.

Fuck it, If she slumped over to try and hide her chest, or covered herself with her hands, it would just draw more attention to herself. So she decided to act as normal as possible, as if she were dressed like anyone else.

When she got to the back of her SUV, Beth was coming around the corner..and stopped cold to blankly stare, as Melissa walked right up and put her hands on her hips.

“Alright..let’s get this done.”

Her mouth opened as if to say something, then she blinked..her eyes locking on Melissa’s jutting breasts, before scanning down her hips and then coming back up again.

“Uhhh…yes, that’s right. Good. So…do you want to put a shirt on, or something? Maybe change before you Beylikdüzü Escort come in?”

Standing and shifting her weight from one leg to the other, Melissa flexed her butt muscles and felt how wet she was deep between her thighs and asscheeks, from sitting in her flowing, cummy mess for so long. But she didn’t waver as she looked directly into Beth’s eyes.

“No, I’m good. Just a little sweaty from a hard run. I was expecting to go straight home to shower. I’m a little messy, but unless you mind, I’m good to go.”

Beth blinked again with kind of a forced smile, her eyes going down to her tights again before looking up.

“Uhh..sure, If you’re okay with it.”

Melissa felt a flush of irritation..that she was getting dragged into this, and SHE needed to be concerned about what she was wearing, and Beth’s reactions. Fuck it..she didn’t ask for this.

She pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chest, and with hands on her hips, shifted her pelvis forward too. Her erect nipples loomed into the bottom of her peripheral vision, and she saw Beth’s eyes fix on them again, before she looked up and stammered.

“Okay! I think I got what we needed from my car..let’s go in.”

Melissa followed her around to big double metal doors, and they went inside and down a hallway that led towards the classrooms near the back of the building. Right away, she felt how hot it was in the corridor. If the air conditioning had been on earlier during school hours, it definitely wasn’t on now. And it didn’t take long for her body to react to the temperature.

Beth was a half step in front of her, and turned her head to look back. Melissa saw her quickly glance to her chest again before looking back up.

“Really though, thank you. I was kind of in a bind with getting this up by tomorrow, and we have way too much to do once the kids get in early.”

“Beth..of course, I’m happy to help.”

Walking next to Beth in the quiet hallway, Melissa thought she could almost hear the faint, wet sound coming from her pussy and ass, inside the soaked crotch of her tights. It was a gooey mixture of whatever was left of the ropes of hot cum Steve had pumped into her, along with all of her pussy juices and cum. Some of it was dried into her clothes and crusted along her lips and thighs, but she felt more still leaking out of her. And added to her sweat drenched clothes and body, she was acutely aware of her pungent smell, especially when she stopped moving.

The halls were empty and quiet, and if Melissa didn’t know that their were kids still in the music room, she would have thought they were the only ones in the buliding. Beth turned into an open doorway, and Melissa followed her in. It was a typical classroom with a blackboard at the front wall, and a desk and some cabinets, with windows lining one side, facing a row of hedges. Beyond that were the athletic fields. And of course..the windows were closed, which made the room feel even hotter than the hallway.

Beth carried the plastic bag she got from the car over to the wall opposite the windows and placed it on the floor, next to what looked like an array of materials and supplies, along with a stack of large, colorful cardboard placards.

“So, this is our project..the kids did it all. It’s like a series of important events covering the first hundred years of American history. It’ll all be loosely connected together when it’s up, like a banner, kind of..and we’re gonna hang it up along the top of this wall.”

Melissa felt more pissed than enthusiastic, but did her best to fake it.

“Wow..that sounds interesting. So, what do you want me to do?”

Beth had come closer, and Melissa saw her eyes flit again over her body, then blink again as she pressed her lips together, like she had just caught a distinct odor. She must have..to her own nose is seemed almost overwhelming.

“Well..I was thinking that you’d be up on the ladder to hang the top part of the boards onto the hooks I have for the ceiling tiles, and then keep them steady while I fasten the bottoms, and make sure they’re straight. Are you okay with being up on the ladder?”

Melissa heard her phone vibrate on the desk where she left it with her keys. She thought she should check it, it could be a text from Lexi.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Let me just check my phone for a sec.”

“Sure..go ahead, I’ll get the ladder from the closet.”

Melissa got to her phone and saw she had five texts. Four were from Lexi, and the other from a number she didn’t recognize. She hit Lexi’s first.

‘Mom are you here yet??’

‘We have to stay later. Can I go home with Amelia?’

‘Her mom is getting pizza and we can study for our history final”

‘PLEAZZZZZ!?!?’

Shit..that figures. With all this running around, and now getting roped into helping Beth. If Lexi had only texted her ten minutes earlier, she could have been home already and showered. Or more likely spread out right now on the carpet Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan in her bedroom, with her tights around her ankles, and fingers deep in her sore and sticky cunt. Or probably a dildo or her vibrator.

‘Yes honey, that’s fine. I’m in Miss Schulman’s room now helping with a project. I know..don’t ask!’

She added a few surprise and shock emoticons and hit send.

And then, ‘Text me when you get to Amelia’s. LUV U.’

She looked at the other number and opened the text.

‘It’s Steve. Are you home yet? I can’t stop thinking about you, smelling you all over me. Have you showered yet? I hope not..I need to eat you and clean you out and fuck you again. I’m out of here soon, I can meet you in the mall in the back behind the tower lights. I need your pussy, babe!’

Melissa was stunned, and she read it again..aware of her nipples burning almost uncomfortably against the thin material of her tank top, and a dull pulsing in her tights. Her mouth was dry.

‘Fuck baby..YES!! I need that SO bad too. I’m at the school but Lexi’s going home with a friend. I can be there in like a half hour.’

She sent it, then heard scraping and looked up to see Beth half carrying, half dragging a beat up, heavy looking metal ladder.

“This should work okay. And I’m glad you’re here because I don’t like being high up on ladders, even ones like this.”

Melissa dropped her eyes to quickly tap her phone.

‘Baby..you won’t believe how I SMELL and look, your cum is still leaking out of me and my pussy is throbbing. I want you to eat me out and fuck me!’

She sent the text and stuck her phone into the waistband of her tights, then walked over to Beth, who was trying to open the ladder. A renewed current of sexual energy had surged through her, reading Steve’s texts, and she had a powerful urge to reach down and touch the thick nub that poked noticeably into her tights, just above the juncture at her thighs .

There was a muffled curse, and she looked to see Beth struggling with the ladder.

“Beth..here, let me help with that.”

She looked at Melissa with relief, and pushed it towards her. It looked old and well used, and was streaked with numerous layers of paint that had accumulated over the years.

“Please..I’m just not good with them, or anything mechanical really. And this one is hard to open.”

Melissa held one side with her left hand and pulled hard on the other with her right, and nothing moved. She tried again, and then looked inside for some kind of catch or lock. She was right, there didn’t seem to be any obvious lever or catch that would release it. Then she saw something on the inside near a step, a little bent metal thing, and pulled up on it and tugged again, and the ladder creakily opened up.

Jesus, she was starting to really sweat again, now for the second time into clothes that had been soaked earlier and hadn’t even fully dried out yet. She wiped her face and neck with the flat of her hand, and then on her tights over her ass. Beth rummaged through the supplies on the floor, and came up with a roll of twine and metal clip, along with a large piece of artwork.

“Oh..good, you got the ladder. We can start here..a couple of feet past the door. And let’s leave enough room for me to be between you and the wall. Maybe we can have the ladder sideways instead of facing forward?”

Melissa’s phone buzzed again..tingling the skin under the hem of her tights along her hip..and the vibration felt delicious, reminding her of just how little she was wearing and how sexually on the edge she was. Even after all the gut wrenching orgasms she’d had already today. If anything, they had only made her more crazy horny..and so did exposing herself again like this. First it was Steve, then the guys in the gym after she left the office..and even those bitches in the lobby by the front desk, who made remarks about her. Now she was stuck here with Beth. If only her phone was in the front of her tights and down near clit. The thought made her smile to herself. A couple more texts, or the long pulsing of an unanswered phone call..Jesus, she might cum right then, and probably ruin her phone.

Her nipples were hard again..they felt thick, and sensitive. She wanted so badly to reach up and roll and pinch them to relieve the sexual tension that had been building back up, like scratching an itch. When she turned again to Beth, her damp blonde hair stuck, and then dragged along the back of her shoulders, and she only imagined what a mess she looked like.

“Okay..let’s give it a try.”

She pulled the ladder underneath what looked like little brackets or hooks that connected to the frames in the drop ceiling, a couple of feet away from the wall. Looking up, she understood then what the display was. It was very clever..like a mobile, where the artwork would be suspended out from the wall and then angled inwards as it descended, to where Beth would tie the ends of the twine into small Esenyurt Escort tacks at the bottom near the floor. Definitely more sophisticated and interesting than just hanging them flat on the wall, creating like a three dimensional effect.

She positioned the ladder so Beth would have some room at the bottom, and climbed onto the first two steps, then tugged the phone from her tights to open the last texts.

‘Babe..I need your body and wet pussy so fucking BAD baby..send me pics!’

She looked quickly at Beth, who had crouched down with her back turned as she sorted through the boards, then reached to fondle her breast. A surge into her belly and groin, and she reflexively scissored her thighs together. The thin, ribbed tank was molded to her breast like a second skin..and when she pinched and rolled her nipple between her thumb and middle finger, a gush of warm milk flowed out to soak into the already damp material.

She hurriedly found her camera app and reached out to take a selfie, biting her lip and pressing her thighs together as she rolled her nipple again. More warm milk streamed through the thin pink cloth and surged over her fingers.

Fucking shit..her pussy was on fire. God, she wanted to touch it, or just..press it up against something. Hard.

Below her, the scuffed tile floor just behind where Beth was crouched, splattered from the pale, milky droplets. She snapped another pic as Beth stood and turned, then quickly dropped her hand to her side.

Beth looked at her in an unfocused way, like she wasn’t sure of what she was seeing. Melissa inhaled deeply through her nose to steady her breathing, still feeling the prickling glow in the nipple that she had twisted and tugged.

“I just had to take a picture of this..there’re some people who’ve never seen me up on a ladder.”

Beth didn’t say anything, just blinked..her eyes going to her chest and then down, before finally looking up again, her mouth slightly parted and face a blank mask. Melissa didnt dare glance down, but knew her breast was soaking through her stained top, the nipple for sure transparent and most likely still dripping.

Her face flushed with embarrassment..but also with a surge of anger. Why should she care what this..prudish, busybody thought of her? She could only imagine the opinion she had already, after giving her the once over in the parking lot. She probably couldn’t wait to get on her phone later to tell her friends about this..and give them the dirty details about what a slut Melissa Bentson is.

Slut.

A word she thought about alot lately..and had grappled with for years in the conversations she’d have in her head while driving, or sitting at her desk in the office. Or once in awhile on the treadmill at the gym, or in a spin class soaked with sweat and locked in on Jeannie, her favorite instructor who had a body that made her mouth and pussy wet.

A couple of times recently, thinking about her life and how it was constantly changing and evolving, she realized how much SHE was changing. Her desires and horniness, and the fantasies she drifted into. Sometimes feeling like they were becoming compulsions.

What she knew for sure was, it wasn’t normal. Whatever that meant.

She grew up hearing the word slut like everyone did, as a negative thing and something to be ashamed of. And it seemed in her experience at least, that you were branded that mostly by other women. At least in the way the seemed to sting the most. You most likely heard it from one of your parents when you were like fifteen, catching you on your way out of the house wearing a skirt that they thought was too short. You’d hear, ‘you have to be careful honey..you don’t want to get a reputation with the boys as being a slut. Even if it’s not true, it’s something that will stick with you.’

But now..it wasn’t something that she wanted to hide from, or try to deny or resist..not anymore. Something had been changing in her, or what it really felt like was that it had always been inside her..it just WAS her..as far back as she could remember. And now she couldn’t tamp it down or hide anymore..and didn’t want to either.

Slut…SLUT. God..just thinking it made her mouth water.

She pulled her shoulders back, lifting her chest even higher, and put her left foot up onto the next step of the ladder, which bent her knee up and out. Then rotated her body and hips, slightly turning to push her pelvis out until it faced Beth. The crotch of her tights were completely stuck to her, like they were part of her body, and pushing her pelvis forward like that with her thigh out away from her body..she felt her cunt lips slowly peel apart and open up against the thin crotch of her soaked tights. Gaping now, and swollen.

Beth’s eyes lowered, and then widened, and Melissa saw her swallow as she stared directly at her pelvis. She had to be fixated on her thick lips creasing the damp, faded material. And her clit..God, it felt SO big right now. Mostly, it got like this when she was masturbating and bringing juices up from her pussy to tease and edge herself, engulfed in a fantasy..sometimes mixing in spit as she periodically tasted and then re-wet her fingers, til her clit with its fleshy retracted hood and the upper part of her lips were engorged and glistening.

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I had told Marie that I had a 3 way with two other women set up for the next afternoon at Lady Fitness and she said she would join us as I promised that she would be more satisfied than she had ever been. Mandy and Marie would be joining me and Sara at Lady Fitness for a private afternoon of pleasure. When I got up in the morning I called Lady Fitness and told Sara that we would be having a 4 way this afternoon.

“Wow, fantastic Wendy!” she enthusiastically said. “I’ll make sure everyone is out of the club by 2, I’ll tell any stragglers that we’re having maintenance done from 2-5 today.”

Having taken care of the arrangements I went over to Mark’s company to complete the final purchase paperwork for our agreement. Having done that I faxed it to my head office, spoke with the VP Sales to tell him it was signed and sealed and that I’d be taking a couple of days off to unwind. He quickly agreed and congratulated me on my success. Little did he know that I had also had fantastic sex with 4 people already and a 5th. would be added this afternoon.

I grabbed a quick lunch to make sure I wasn’t cumming on an empty stomach and headed over to Lady Fitness for 2pm. Sara had already locked the doors and posted a ‘Closed for Maintenance’ sign on the door. She opened up for me and we kissed deeply, “Hi darling,” I cooed into her ear “Are you ready?”

“Oh yes Wendy, for sure. I’ve been wet all morning thinking about it,” she replied. At the sound of the door opening we turned and were greeted by the sight of Mandy coming in wearing a full length sable coat.

“That’s Mandy and I bet she’s naked under that coat,” I told Sara.

When she stopped in front of us I stepped forward and said, in my dominatrix voice, “Hello my little slut, show me what you’re wearing for my pleasure.”

Mandy blushed, dropped her head and in a little girls voice said, “Yes mistress.” Opening her coat wide for us both to see I was pleased to see that she was naked, her nipples were hard and a sheen of pre-cum was obvious on her pussy lips. “Does my mistress like what her slave girl has chosen?” Mandy asked.

I stepped forward, lifted her face and kissed her on the lips before saying “Yes slut, I do like it. Sara come here and meet Mandy,” I commanded. Sara stepped forward and I directed her to kiss Mandy, then to stroke her breasts and nipples and finally to slide her index finger between Mandy’s glistening lips. Mandy began to piston her hips forward, trying to get Sara’s finger to massage her clit but I stopped that from happening by saying, “Stop it you little slut, I didn’t tell you that you could cum!”

Sara quickly removed her finger and sucked it greedily while Mandy wailed, “Please mistress, please let me cum!”

“No. Later my little slut,” I replied. Another door opening heralded the arrival of Marie who took in the scenario of Mandy standing naked in a full length coat, Sara sucking on her index finger in pleasure and of me obviously the director of all the action. The effect it had on Marie was to turn her from a top to a bottom.

She fell to her knees Esenyurt Escort and in a small voice said “Hello mistress how may I pleasure you?” Smiling broadly I told Mandy to stand in front of Marie and had Marie lick Mandy’s pussy. Marie happily complied and was quickly slurping on Mandy’s slick pussy.

This time I let Mandy cum by saying, “Alright my sex kitten, you can cum in Marie’s mouth. Cum for me — NOW!” I demanded. Mandy gasped, grabbed Marie by the ears and came in a howl on her tongue. Marie drank all of the juice and carefully licked Mandy’s pussy lips and clit clean.

We all went into the locker area and the girls quickly stripped off their clothes. I had them undress me and kissed each one deeply, particularly enjoying the taste of Mandy’s orgasm on Marie’s lips. “Everyone into the showers.” I directed. I had Sara washing Marie and Mandy washing me. So far Sara hadn’t had any fun but a creamed finger and she was enjoying washing Marie immensely. She carefully soaped her pussy lips, I could tell that she was really getting into washing those blossoming lips. Then she moved around to her bum and did a thorough job, even going as far as slipping her finger in and finger fucking Marie’s back door. Marie, for her part, seemed to be enjoying the attention as she was pushing back onto Sara’s hand with every touch. When Sara fingered her bum she seemed to get super horny and came loudly.

Meanwhile Mandy was doing her best to clean every square inch of my body. She had soaped, rinsed and now was sucking dry my breasts which was having an arousing effect on my body. (Everyone will know that my nipples seem to be hardwired to my clit.) Holding her by the head, keeping one nipple in her mouth I mashed my breast into her face and came with a grunt. Ummm, nice for my first of the day I thought to myself. I then had Mandy pay attention to my now leaking pussy. She used her soapy hands to carefully clean each blossoming pussy lip, my little soldier clit that had raised its head and right into the vaginal opening.

Not content to have it cleaned on the surface I told Mandy, “Soap up your hand and fuck me with it slave!”

She looked up at me with a gleam in her eyes and answered, “Yes mistress.” She soaped up her hand and proceeded to work it one finger at a time into my pussy. When she had all of her digits in I told her to keep it straight and I forced my pussy to ‘swallow’ her hand. She was able to slide it into my vagina so that nearly half of her forearm was inside me.

“Fuck me slut!” I commanded. She began to push her hand in and out while stroking my clit with her left thumb and index finger. “Faster, fuck me faster!” I told her and she responded by increasing her pace. Marie and Sara had stopped their play and were watching our action. With the attention Mandy was giving my clit and the firm pressure inside my vagina I was rapidly approaching a mind-blowing orgasm. “I’m cumming slut, faster, fuck me harder and faster!” I screamed at Mandy. “Ugh, ummmmm, cummming, cumming. I’m cumming you slut.” I shouted as I came over Mandy’s İstanbul Escort hand and down her arm. I continued to force my pussy onto Mandy’s arm until the last wave of my orgasm passed and I pulled off.

Mandy was quick to lick her hand and arm not wanting to waste any of my cum. “Fantastic mistress.” Sara and Marie said together.

Mandy remained kneeling in front of me as warm water cascaded onto her she smiled with a look that said ‘I just pleased my mistress, I made her cum.’

“Let’s get into the sauna I said.” On our way to the sauna I swung by my locker and brought a small bag with me. My girls were looking at it as I carried it into the sauna. “This is for later sluts.” I sat on the top shelf under the lone pot light which bathed me in a cone of white light, allowing my girls to see all of my body easily. I spread my legs and told them that each one of them had to go down on me and bring me off. “Sara, you’ll be first. Make me cum little girl.” I commanded.

Sara knelt in between my legs and started by rubbing my pussy all over her face, her tongue darted out occasionally to taste one part or another of my sex. She finally settled down and curling her tongue into a circle put it over my clit, her approach allowed her to touch the whole clit while applying pressure with her tongue to my super sensitive little soldier. I have a clit that is nearly an inch long when it’s fully extended and I enjoy having it stroked just like jacking off a guy’s cock. Sara was giving it the right amount of attention and my pussy lips responded by engorging in blood, opening like the blossom of some sexual flower. My pussy began to leak juice in preparation for an impending orgasm.

Knowing that I came in a flood Sara was prepared to apply her open mouth to my vaginal opening to capture all of my sweet nectar. “I’m cumming Sara.” I grunted and she moved from my clit to my love canal to drink my ejaculate. I grunted again and again as I reached my plateau and sprayed streams of warm cum into Sara’s waiting mouth. As I peaked I grabbed her by her ears and forced her mouth into my well lubricated slit. “Drink all of my cum little girl, you earned it.” I directed. Making slurping sounds Sara grunted in the affirmative and continued to lick my canal and lips clean.

“I need to recover girls,” I said. As I opened the bag that I brought into the sauna I said “Marie, why don’t you and Mandy give me a little show.” I pulled out a strap-on cock that was nearly 10 inches long, about 6 inches around the shaft and with a large bulbous head. It was of soft latex and felt just like a real cock. “Here Marie, put this on and show me what you can do to make Mandy cum.”

Needing no extra urging Marie stepped into the harness (it also had a pad for clit stimulation and a smaller mini-cock for the wearer to ride) and told Mandy “Get on your hands and knees slut. I’m going to fuck you until you pass out!” Mandy, as a good little slave, quickly got up on her hands and knees on the lower seat bench leaving her pretty ass at cock height for Marie. Sara scooted over Beylikdüzü Escort to place her pussy at mouth level for Mandy to suck (she looked at me first for my approval, something I quickly gave).

Marie lubed up her ‘cock’ with saliva, not really necessary in my opinion as Mandy was wet with anticipation. With the bulbous head poised at Mandy’s womanhood Marie drove it in grunting with satisfaction and pleasure as she did so. She very nearly sunk the entire length into Mandy as Mandy screamed in pleasure. Withdrawing halfway she quickly continued her invasion of Mandy’s vagina sinking the strap-on to its hilt. She continued to thrust in and out of Mandy which gave them both the sensations necessary for arousal. Soon both Marie and Mandy were panting and mewling in pleasure. “May I cum mistress?” Marie asked. Obviously the clit pad and the mini-cock had driven her to the edge of orgasm, should I let her cum or should I make her wait?

“Yes, Marie, you little slut, cum in Mandy’s pussy. But you have to continue fucking her until I tell you to stop.” I said, giving in to her needs. I was going to make her fuck until they both dropped, exhausted from the orgasms. Marie was soon shouting out her feelings, thrusting wildly into Mandy. Mandy was also cumming and her tongue buried in Sara’s pussy sent Sara over the edge as well. Sara moved out of tongues-reach to watch the action as Marie continued to fuck Mandy. Both Marie and Mandy came several times more and I could see that they were getting worn out.

Not wanting to leave them with no strength to do me I said, “Stop fucking my little sluts.” They both stopped, Marie withdrew her cock from Mandy and they collapsed panting and gasping from the exertion. Removing the strap-on from Marie I put it on myself and told Sara to sit on my cock facing away from me. Picture this, a nubile wench sitting atop a latex cock with her legs spread for the world to see and enjoy. Taking a hold of Sara’s bottom I began to slide her up and down my cock. Each downward motion resulted in the clit pad rubbing my clit and in the mini-cock slamming into my well lubed vagina. “Mandy, kneel down between Sara’s legs and suck her off.”

Mandy quickly complied and was soon licking Sara’s clit and the pussy lips as they slid up and down my fake penis. Mandy has very good tongue action and her tongue alone soon had Sara on the edge of cumming. The large cock buried in her pussy drove Sara the rest of the way to her orgasm.

“I’m cumming mistress,” she croaked and began to leak cum all around the shaft of my cock. Mandy licked off what she could and continued to apply her talented tongue to Sara’s clit. Soon Sara was cumming again and she wailed, “I’m going to cum, please mistress, make me cum on your big cock!” I began to drive her up and down my cock as Mandy fought to keep her tongue in contact with Sara’s clit.

Sara went suddenly rigid; her eyes flew open then practically rolled back in her head. She came with such force that she did, in fact, pass out from her orgasm and collapsed back into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her to keep her safe and Mandy backed off, content to lick the base of my cock for the fluids that leaked continuously from Sara’s pussy.

“Wow, I’ve never seen anyone cum that hard mistress.” Mandy said to me.

We’ll continue the fun in the sauna in Chapter 6. Love and orgasms.

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Knight of Passion

Alone in her tower, Princess Mariella could hear the sounds of battle coming from below. Out of her window, she could see down into the courtyard of her prison, the tall stone spire that had confined her for close to five years now. Far below, the cobblestones were streaked with scorch marks, long black lines of soot that crisscrossed the ground and spread up the walls. She felt tears welling in her eyes. The poor knight.

He wasn’t the first person who’d come to rescue her. She wasn’t sure if she hoped he’d be the last. Many had tried, especially in the first few months, but none had been a match for the dragon that guarded her. Their bodies still dotted the castle, nothing but bones and disfigured armour, turned to ashes by the heat of the dragon’s breath. As she watched, the huge beast thundered past the window, the beating of its wings shaking the glass. She took a step back, afraid.

She heard a deafening roar as the creature circled around, turning down towards the courtyard and unleashing a giant bout of flame, white-hot and blindingly bright even in the mid-morning light. Shielding her eyes, Mariella couldn’t bear to watch, even after the fire was gone. She didn’t want to see the body of her would be rescuer, now nothing but charred remains like so many others.

Trying not to cry, she waited for the beast to return, flying back up to its roost triumphantly. It slept above her, curled around the roof of the tower, always alert for intruders. As she made her way back to her bed, falling down heavily onto the edge, her shoulders slumped as she sat in a fit of melancholy. She felt the hot sting of tears rolling down her cheek and didn’t try to stop them. Every time it was the same. Every time someone came to save her, they died, and she was left alone, still trapped.

Quietly, she began to weep, holding her face in her hands as her body shook with wracking sobs. Oh gods, why her? All she wanted was to be free, to be able to walk around outside again, to see her family, her friends. Anything but these four walls. She missed her parents so badly. She was only eighteen when she’d been kidnapped, whisked away from the royal castle in the middle of the night, and locked up here, in the middle of gods know where. She still didn’t know who had taken her; One of her father’s enemies, she imagined, but which one? As the king of Treimara, he had plenty of them; rivals for the throne, foreign powers, and even a few magical beings as well.

But if they were holding her to ransom, why was she still here five years later?

No matter what they asked, she knew her parents wouldn’t leave her to die. No amount of money was worth more to them than her, their only child, and not even in her darkest nightmares did she think for a moment that they’d abandoned her to her fate. But then, what other reason could someone have to kidnap her?

In all the time she’d been confined in the tower, not a single person had come to speak with her. In fact, the only people she’d seen at all were the knights who came to rescue her, and of course the terrifying dragon that lurked amidst the crumbling ruin of the rest of the castle. Her food appeared as if by magic, along with whatever else she needed to survive, but she had no idea how. It was as though whoever had taken her had done so for no other reason than to keep her locked away because they could.

She felt like a trophy.

Her only solace was the single window looking out over the world below. She’d spent so many hours, sometimes even whole days, just sitting on the windowsill, staring out and dreaming of the day she could finally leave. She watched the waves lapping against the walls of the castle, perched as it was on a small island in the centre of a vast lake. Beyond that, across the single stone bridge, she could see a great forest, stretching on and on for miles, before giving way to wild, flat grasslands, that continued all the way to the horizon. It was a beautiful sight.

Sometimes birds would come to her window, sitting outside and chirping their happy songs before darting away again. She’d always been afraid that the dragon would appear and snatch them from the air, but it never did. It didn’t seem to mind anything other than potential rescuers. The thought of the creature sent another wave of helplessness crashing down over the young woman. She felt her tears coming back with renewed vigour and threw herself back onto the sheets.

At least the furnishings were nice; whoever had imprisoned her here hadn’t wanted her to be uncomfortable. As small as the room felt, the decor was surprisingly pleasant, more than fit for a princess, and she never wanted for things to do. A tall bookshelf, lined with all manner of books, had been a constant companion and source of escape, and by the end of her first year, she’d read them all cover to cover. Even now, with few other activities to fill the time, she often found herself thumbing through the familiar pages.

Looking Beylikdüzü Escort up through her tears, she gazed at the sky out of the window. She just wanted to fly away. As she whimpered, a sudden sight jolted her back to reality. Rushing past the window, black scales streaked with red, the dragon flew up towards its roost. But instead of the slow, triumphant swoop she was used to, the creature looked panicked. Circling back around, roaring in fury, she saw that one of the horns that flanked its head had been cut away, leaving a cracked and jagged stump, and thick red blood marred a black hole where it’s eye had once been.

Leaping to her feet, she rushed back to the window, a sudden hope filling her body. Down in the courtyard, she saw the knight, still standing, with his sword and shield in his hands. Under his armour, his purple tabard looked frayed and scorched, but he still stood tall, preparing himself for the dragon’s return. Mariella couldn’t believe it. He was still alive!

Quickly her elation turned to dread as from the heavens the creature descended. Rushing towards the ground, fanged mouth split in a roar of anger, the dragon folded its wings back, diving straight for the knight. In response, he simply raised his shield, bracing himself as a sudden, blinding explosion erupted from the dragon, enveloping him completely in fire. But from within the swirling mass of orange and yellow, the princess could see a purple light. As the fire died away, she saw the knight, shield still raised, surrounded by a gleaming wall of force. As it dissipated, the knight lowered his shield, preparing his sword arm to strike.

Still plummeting downward, the beast roared once more, preparing its talons to strike. Mariella couldn’t tear her eyes away as in a sudden clash the two collided, the dragon charging straight into the knight, who didn’t even flinch until the last second, throwing himself to the ground as the dragon careened over his head, crashing into the cobbles like a comet falling from heaven. Leaping to his feet, the man rushed towards the fallen beast, as it struggled to pick itself back up.

Before it had time to do so, however, the knight was upon it, his sword streaking left and right across its hard scales. Avoiding the beast’s snapping jaws and swiping talons, he carved away at the creature again and again. In the face of such a vicious onslaught, the dragon roared, firing a jet of flame across the courtyard, narrowly missing the knight, whose keen reflexes kept them out of the line of fire. Skillfully, he dodged right, rolling around the side of the creature’s head, out of the way.

Dropping his shield, he took up his sword with both hands. The beast had only a second to react to what was happening, and the princess saw the fury burning in it’s one remaining eye before the knight brought his sword down. In one swing, his blade severed the head clean from the dragon’s body, and as it fell to the ground it went limp, slumping down onto the cobbles with a crash. Mariella couldn’t believe it. The dragon was dead!

The knight fell to his knees, visibly panting as he caught his breath. Mariella watched from her window, feeling the tears start to flow again. But this time, they were tears of joy. She was free. She was finally free!

——————–

It took a while for the knight to find her. Even with the dragon dead, the ruined castle was a labyrinth of fallen walls, missing floors, and deadly traps. Waiting patiently, the princess sat on her bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited her saviour’s arrival. Every now and then, she’d walk back over to the window to look down at the body of the dragon, just to remind herself that she wasn’t dreaming. She could hardly believe this was happening, after so many years of being locked away, she was finally free!

After almost an hour and a half, she heard the sound of metal boots on stone, and felt her heart leap into her throat. This was it. She stood up, straightening out her dress as she heard him approaching the door. Glancing over one last time at the mirror on the wall, she checked her hair to make sure it was perfect, before turning back towards the door, hands clasped together in front of her. She’d been imagining this day for the past five years. She wanted to look her best.

From beyond the heavy wooden door, she heard the footsteps stop. For a moment, all she could hear was her own pulse, thundering in her ears, before the brass handle turned. As the door swung inwards, she took a sharp breath as the figure of the knight appeared in the gap. He was around six foot, broad and muscular. This close, she could see the sword emblazoned on the front of his purple tabard, the edges of which were now badly frayed, and not a little singed. His face was still covered by his helmet, a simple bucket without the flashy embellishments some knights wore. No wings, no lion’s mane. Just a simple metal cylinder, tapered at the top, Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan with two holes for the eyes. His armour was the same; simple and functional. At his hip, his sword lay in its scabbard, but there was no sign of his shield.

For a moment, the two stood in silence. Mariella could hardly breathe, her whole body rigid with the adrenaline in her system. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

“Princess Mariella Coulthurst?”

Mariella nodded. His voice was higher than she’d expected, not as deep and gravely as the knights who’d accompanied her father. As she nodded, he dropped to his knee, tilting his head forward in a sign of respect. In a shaky voice, she replied.

“Arise, sir.” Doing as he was bidden, the knight stood back up. The princess took a moment to steady her nerves. “What is your name?”

“Sir Treningham, your grace. Paladin of Arus, and knight in service to your father, King Edmund the Second, long may he reign.”

Mariella felt her heart leap again. So that’s how he’d deflected the dragon’s fire. Not only was he a knight, but a paladin as well, a holy warrior blessed by the gods. She was in awe. Unsure what to say, she struggled to find her voice, heart beating even harder in her chest, her body tingling with the elation of freedom after so many years. This man, her saviour, was everything she’d ever hoped he would be, maybe even more so. When she’d lain awake at night, picturing this day, she’d imagined a tall, handsome knight, riding in on a white stallion to save her from her torment. And here he was, standing before her. She wondered again if she was dreaming. Trying to slow her nervous breathing, and ignoring her flushed cheeks, she finally spoke again.

“Please, remove your helmet, so that I may look upon your face.”

As the words left her mouth she felt the anticipation inside her rise even higher, her thoughts racing at a hundred miles an hour. Sir Treningham nodded, and reached up to his helmet.

“As you wish, my lady.”

As he took his helmet in both hands, Mariella waited with bated breath. She could hardly breathe she was so excited; would he be handsome? Would he have short hair, or long flowing locks? Would his eyes sparkle the way they had in her dreams? With barely-concealed emotion, she watched as he lifted up his helmet, to reveal…

A woman.

Mariella felt as though she’d been thrown straight into a wall. Standing across from her, in full plate and chainmail, was a woman, with pale blue eyes, short blonde hair, and a determined jaw. She looked as though she were in her mid-twenties, and as Mariella stared at her, she gave the princess a look of confusion.

“Is everything alright, my lady?”

Startling back to reality, the princess began to stammer.

“Oh, yes, of course, my apologies, I was simply…”

The knight let out a chuckle, her mouth curling into a wry smile.

“You were expecting a man, weren’t you?”

Looking down, embarrassed, Mariella nodded.

“Yes.”

In response, the knight’s smile grew into an amused laugh.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, my lady.”

Immediately, Mariella’s eyes went wide, and she did her best to apologise, much to the knight’s enjoyment.

“No! No, I’m not disappointed, honestly, I had just… Well, you know, I’d always assumed that… all knights were… men.”

Trailing off, the princess felt her cheeks burning bright red with embarrassment. Bemused the knight looked down at her, biting her cheeks to stop herself laughing at the young woman’s awkward attempts to dig herself out of her hole. Abandoning her rambling, Mariella let out one final cry.

“Thank you for rescuing me!”

The knight smiled warmly, bowing her head to the princess. “It is an honour, my lady.”

Mariella gave a nervous chuckle and smiled back. Inside, her mind was racing. It had never occurred to her before that her saviour might be a woman, never once in the whole time she’d been imprisoned here. Of course, she knew there were female knights, but for whatever reason she’d always imagined some brave young man coming to her rescue. She tried to clear her head, focus on the here and now, but the shock lingered. In a haze, she asked the only question that came to her head.

“Where’s your shield?”

Again, Sir Treningham laughed. “Gone, I’m afraid. The dragon’s fire was not kind, and after a chance encounter with some falling rubble downstairs, I had to abandon it. Well, what was left of it.”

Looking around the room, the knight took in her surroundings, admiring the four poster bed.

“Not terrible, for a prison. Although I suspect you’d rather see the back of this place?”

Mariella nodded, and the knight chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. Is there anything you want to take with you?”

For a moment, Mariella considered, but in the end she shook her head. “No. No there isn’t.”

Sir Treningham smiled, reaching Esenyurt Escort out a hand towards her. “Alright then. Let’s go, quickly. My horse is outside.”

For a moment, the princess paused, considering, before sheepishly asking.

“Is it…?”

Sensing what she meant, the knight replied.

“Yes. It’s white.”

Mariella smiled, and took her knight’s hand. At least she’d got some things right.

——————–

Galloping through the dense woodland, the princess kept her arms wrapped tightly around her rescuer’s waist. Sir Treningham, whose first name she now knew was Katherine, kept hold of her horse’s reins, urging the white stallion on with her spurs as together they thundered through the underbrush, riding hard for the break in the treeline. It had barely been an hour since they’d left the castle, and the noon sun still hung high in the sky above them. All around, the sounds of the forest rushed past as the pair travelled ever onward.

The princess’s mind was still a blur of activity. The further they travelled from her prison, the more relieved she felt, but that was hardly the only emotion coursing through her brain. As they’d been leaving, Katherine had revealed to her the true reason she’d been imprisoned in the first place; as it turned out, the dragon wasn’t only her guard, but also her kidnapper as well!

Dragons, the knight had explained, are proud and mighty beasts, that don’t take kindly to intruders encroaching on their territory. They’re fiercely territorial, and the only thing they care more about than themselves is their treasure hoard. Years ago, on an expedition with his knights, her father had stumbled across the dragon’s lair, and in a fit of hubris, had stolen as much treasure as he could carry. He and his men had ridden back to Tremailia as quickly as they could, but not quick enough to evade the dragon’s eye.

For close to a decade, it had sat, plotting its revenge. And finally, on the day of her eighteenth birthday, it made its move. Taking on a human form, the beast snuck into the castle disguised as a maid, made its way to her room, and stole her away from her bed under the effects of a sleeping spell. In its mind, her father deserved to lose something just as valuable to him as the treasure had been to the dragon. And the natural answer was her, his one and only daughter.

That was why the creature had kept her alive. She had become part of its hoard, yet another curiosity to add to its vast wealth. All those years she’d been right to feel like a trophy; that’s exactly what she had been.

But now, the dragon was dead, and she was free. But as happy as she was, she couldn’t help but feel a tiny twinge of sadness. She was going to miss her room, with her books and her window. She didn’t know why, but for some reason, she couldn’t shake the feeling.

And what of her rescuer? Looking up at the back of Katherine’s head, her short hair fluttering in the wind, she felt a mixture of emotions passing through her. She was everything she’d expected from a knight. She was chivalrous and handsome, and well-spoken. She wore shining silver armour, even if it had been blackened a little by the dragon’s fire. She was, in every way, the perfect knight.

Mariella remembered all the stories she’d read as a little girl. The stories that had spun around and around inside her head during her years of captivity. In the stories, the knight would always ride to the castle on the back of a white horse. He would slay the dragon, climb the thousand stairs, and free the princess from her tower. And that’s exactly what Katherine had done. And yet…

And yet there was something else. Something Mariella didn’t want to admit. Because to be honest, after spending all those years locked up alone, she didn’t even know how to admit it. Because while the story ended there on paper, she’d always felt like there was an implication of something that happened next. An implication of something… intimate.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the memories. The memories of all the night’s she’d lain alone in bed, eyes closed as her hands moved across her body, imagining her brave knight there with her, his hands on hers as he gently lay her back, kissing her neck as he slipped off her dress. He’d gently part her legs, exposing her privates before kissing down to them, teasing her lips with his tongue before pulling away, unfastening his belt, and making her a woman.

She felt the muscles in her legs clench instinctively. Why was she thinking about that now? It had never been anything other than a stupid fantasy, something to get her through the lonely nights, and now, with her arms around Katherine, she knew for certain it would never come true. After all, they were both women. Women don’t have sex with each other. Do they?

——————–

By the time night fell, the pair had left the forest far behind. Striking out across the grasslands, Mariella marvelled at the vast expanse of untouched countryside. But now, as the sun disappeared over the horizon, she was beginning to feel tired. Slowing her horse to a canter, Katherine looked around for a good place to camp, and finally settled on the crook of a small hill, shielded from the elements by a rocky outcrop.

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Tracy was sitting on the rear deck. Her beach house was her most treasured possession resulting from the divorce from her asshole of a husband with whom she had been married for five years. She sipped her coffee and watched the waves rolling onto the white sand beach.

She was twenty seven, five seven, and a hundred and twenty pounds of pure lovely. She knew she looked good. She also knew it was why Robert had married her. The problem was that he also liked any other beautiful woman from cocktail waitresses to account executives.

The doorbell jarred her back to the present. As she stood up, the tie to her short robe came undone, exposing a pair of long, tanned legs. She re-tied it and went to open the front door.

Before her stood a short Asian girl grinning up at her. She was very cute with long black hair. She was wearing a wrap-a-round oriental style robe.

“You Ms. Walker. Yes?” She said. “I Kim.” She waited. “I here, help.”

“Oh God.” Tracy said. “I totally forgot.” She added. “I’m so sorry. Please, come in.”

Kim entered the house and admired Tracy for a few seconds. “My, you pretty girl.” Kim said.

A week ago:

It was Saturday night and Tracy was out for drinks with her best friend, Annie Collins. Friends since high school, they had always confided everything to each other but you would not have known that by looking at Tracy this very moment.

“You’re so full of crap.” Tracy said.

“You wish.” Annie said.

“So how long?” Tracy asked. “When did you start?” She was stammering. “Why?”

“Tracy, I see women. What’s the big deal?” Annie said.

“The big deal.” Tracy said. “Is you and I have been friends…forever.” She waved her hands. “And you choose now to tell me this?” She shook her head. “How the hell did I not see this?”

“Tracy, it’s not like I’ve been doing this that long” Annie said.

“How long?” Tracy asked.

Annie hesitated. “Since Craig and I split up.”

“Since?” Tracy paused. “That was over a year ago.”

Annie grinned. “Yea.”

“So why are you?” Tracy started.

“Because I’m worried about you.” Annie said. “I’m telling you because I thought, maybe, you might.”

“Oh crap.” Tracy said. “Really? You think my solution to a cheating fuck of a husband is to jump into the sack with a woman?”

“Annie laughed. “Worked for me, love.”

“Well that’s just.” Tracy was at a loss for words. “Who is? When do you?” Tracy shook her head again. “How did you even find someone?”

“Oh good, a complete sentence.” Annie said. “We’re getting somewhere.”

“Hey, screw you.” Tracy said. “This is all very confusing.”

“You should be happy for me.” Annie offered.

Tracy sat quiet for a time. “So, are you happy?” She asked.

“Very.” Annie grinned.

Tracy shrugged her shoulders. “Fuck it, fine then.” She said. She looked directly at her best friend. “So tell.” She demanded.

Annie just smiled.

“Look you slut.” Tracy was grinning. “You can’t just drop something like this on me and not give the details.”

“You sure you want to know?” Annie asked.

“Every fucking detail. Don’t leave out a single thing.” Tracy said.

Annie waved at the bartender. “We’re going to need a couple more of these.”

When fresh drinks had been delivered and they were alone again, Tracy said, “So give.”

So Annie began. “I was at the spa, you know, the one on Del Prado, where I always go?”

“Could we get to the part where you are fucking a girl?” Tracy asked.

Annie looked at her. “Well there is no need to be snotty.” She said. “Do you want to hear or not?”

“Yes.” Tracy said.

“Okay.” Tracy started again. “My masseuse was this pretty Asian girl. Well, they are all Asian these days aren’t they.” She smiled at Tracy who was still wanting some real details.

“I was on my stomach and Sha was working my femoris muscle or something like that, I don’t really know their names.” Annie said.

“For God’s sake.” Tracy said.

“Alright.” Annie quipped. “Somehow, her fingers got a little too close to my, well, not my femoris, that’s for sure.” She hesitated. “So, of course, I sort of jumped.” Annie said.

“So she says, you very up tight.” Annie explained.

“And I say, sorry, I just didn’t expect that.” Annie seemed to be getting excited. “And she says, you no like?” Annie shook her head. “I said, it’s alright, don’t worry about it.”

“And Sha says, Sha no worry. Sha can solve problem, you want?” Annie started to grin. “Just like that.” Annie continued.

“That’s it?” Tracy asked.

“Well no.” Annie said. “But that’s all I’m saying.” She shrugged. “Except to say that was the best massage ever.”

“But how?” Tracy started.

Annie grinned. “As it turned out, Sha is running an escort service on the side. A very good one, I might add.”

“Oh my God.” Tracy said.

“So, how about I set you up with one of them, just for fun?” Annie asked.

“Whoa.” Tracy said. “I don’t think so.”

“Girlfriend that is exactly what I said.” Annie said.

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Tracy looked at Kim. “Look, I think we have made a mistake here.”

“No mistake.” Kim said. “I here, give good sex to pretty girl.”

“I’m sorry but I think I’ve changed my mind.” Tracy said.

“Why change mind?” Kim asked. “Kim already paid. I make big sex with you. Pretty girl cum lot.”

Tracy stood there very quiet. Kim waited.

Finally Kim asked. “You want Kim go, yes?” She said.

But ever so slowly, Tracy began to shake her head, no.

Kim smiled. “Then time Kim give you pretty good sex, yes?”

Tracy nodded.

“You come with Kim.” The girl said, and the two walked hand in hand toward the master bedroom.

“You see very soon.” Kim said. “Kim give good love. Make pretty girl cum much.”

In the bedroom, Kim pulled at the ribbon ties around her waist as Tracy watched her. The robe fell open and she let it drop from her shoulders. She stood naked and petite and so beautiful.

Tracy reached for the cord of her own robe. “You wait.” Kim said. She came close and took the cord from Tracy. “Kim do everything.” She said. She pulled the cord free. She traced her small slender fingers across Tracy’s abdomen and slowly up her sides, touching every rib. When her hands slid over Tracy’s shoulders, she pushed the robe off of her. “Kim very much like pretty girl.” She whispered.

Kim kissed her neck and then licked her right nipple. Ever so slowly she knelt there in front of Tracy.

She trailed kisses over her abdomen and her smooth panty covered mound. “Kim take off panties.” Her fingers slid into the top of the silk panties and began to ease them over her hips. When the panties were on the floor, Kim lifted one of Tracy’s feet and slid them free. And then the other. The two were nude with the little Asian girl kneeling in front of Tracy. Tracy’s head was swimming.

Kim pressed a hand on the inside of one knee and urged Tracy’s feet apart. She looked up at Tracy and smiled. “You see now, Kim love you plenty good.” She leaned in and placed a soft gentle kiss on Tracy’s swelling clit.

Tracy shivered and had to use her hand on Kim’s shoulder to steady herself. Kim kissed Tracy along her inner thigh, down to her knee and then she moved to Tracy’s opposite knee and kissed her way back up to her waiting pussy.

Kim extended an amazingly long tongue and made a long lick along Tracy’s labia. “You very wet.” Kim said. “You ready cum.” She put a hand behind Tracy’s thigh and turned her to the side of the bed.

Kim slid her hand up the back of Tracy’s leg and over her ass cheek, and as high up her back as she could reach. When Kim pressed on the center of Tracy’s back, she said. “You lay over now. You let Kim give big cum.”

As Tracy lay across the edge of the bed on her tummy. Kim began placing kisses on her ass. “You have good cum quick.” She said. “Then Kim take time, make pretty girl moan long time.” When Kim’s long tongue slid deep into Tracy, she gasped and when Kim’s thumb pressed firmly onto her swelling bud, her legs began to shake.

As Kim wiggled the tip of that amazing tongue along the inner walls of Tracy’s vagina, Tracy grunted and her climax hit her with all the force one might expect from a woman who had gone without for more than six months. Tracy rose up on her toes and pressed her ass back against Kim’s mouth. She whimpered as her orgasm flowed through her. She humped as that talented tongue worked its magic, dragging out her climax for the very most it could be.

When Kim slowly began to withdraw that tongue, Tracy pressed back trying desperately to hold her lover inside. But finally Kim stood, Tracy still laying over the edge of the bed.

Kim patted her ass gently. “Not to worry pretty girl.” Kim whispered. “You get Kim tongue back plenty soon.” She used both hands to ease the nearly limp Tracy into the center of the bed. “You lay on back now. Let Kim suck pussy good.”

Kim began to kiss Tracy along her ribs, over her breasts. And up along her neck and under her chin. As she did, she was moving. Silently, stealthily, onto the bed and between Tracy’s legs.

When Tracy realized where the girl was, the implications made her moan. “Oh God.” She whispered.

“Yes.” Kim whispered. “Kim make this one last long time.” She said. “Kim tease pretty girl, little. Make her want cum.” She was kissing her way back down Tracy’s body. Over her mound. When her lips encircled Tracy’s clit, Tracy drew her knees up and her legs fell to the sides on the bed. “Aw fuck.” She muttered.

“Yes.” Kim said. “Fuck.” She left the clit and lapped along Tracy’s labia and pressed her folds apart. Her sex was totally vulnerable and Kim took it. Her tongue slid into Tracy and worked deep into her vaginal tunnel. She began to slow fuck Tracy with it. Tracy moaned and arched her back. Her head rolled side to side.

Tracy’s juices began to flow and Kim eagerly lapped them up. “Oh, oh, oh God. Feels so good. Fuck.” Tracy said as Beylikdüzü Escort her hands found Kim’s hair and she wadded both fists into it.

But just as Tracy was on the verge of a second climax, Kim withdrew her tongue and lifted her head.

“No please, God, don’t. Please.” Tracy stammered.

Kim looked up over Tracy’s body and smiled at her. “Pretty girl want Kim fuck more?”

“Oh God yes.” Tracy said. “Please.”

Kim was still smiling as she dipped her mouth back onto Tracy’s clit and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue lashing at its tip.

“Oh yes.” Tracy grunted. Her ass began to hump. Her feet were in the air. She grunted every time Kim’s tongue brushed over her bud. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, oh God, Fuck.”

Kim released her clit and looked up again, smiling. Tracy was shaking her head.

“No, don’t stop.” She begged. “I, I, I need.”

“Pretty girl need Kim, yes?” Kim asked.

“Oh fuck, you know I do.” Tracy pleaded.

Kim grinned. “Okay.” She said and went back to Tracy’s clit but this time she only placed a soft kiss on it.

Tracy began to buck again in expectation and when it didn’t come, she whimpered out loud.

“What wrong?” Kim whispered. “Kim kiss pussy real good” She smiled again.

Tracy was just rolling her head.

“Kim not be mean.” She offered. “Just want pretty girl have big cum.” She said.

Tracy was nodding. “You see.” Kim offered. “Little more time. Kim play with pretty girl, make much cum for you.” She dropped back to Tracy’s clit. Her mouth wrapped around it and her tongue pressed hard onto it.

Tracy resigned herself to whatever punishment might come. She lay there and grunted and humped and rolled her ass under the little Asian girl as Kim brought her to the brink only to leave her hanging over and over.

When it did finally come. When Kim allowed her to cum, it arrived unexpectedly. Kim slid her tongue into Tracy’s vagina. Her hands pressed on Tracy’s abdomen. Both thumbs along either side of her clit. And before she could react, that talented tongue began to fuck her rapidly. Her fingers massaged her as those two thumbs took the now very swollen bud captive. Tracy could do nothing, literally. She lay there. Her body tremored. Her feed dug into the bedding. She clenched her jaw and her eyes were closed tight. She was seeping juices like a faucet, soaking the bed.

Tracy was gasping for air. Sweat covered her face and her breasts. She had no idea how long it lasted. Wave after wave crashed over her. All she could do was nod her head in approval of some imaginary deity. She could not speak.

When she finally opened her eyes, Kim was sitting on the side of the bed with her legs folded, still smiling.

“I have never experienced anything like that.” Tracy said. “You are incredible.”

Kim smiled at her. She placed a warm cloth on Tracy’s mound and slowly worked it between her legs. It felt wonderful.

“I want to see you again.” Tracy said.

“Ha.” Kim laughed. “Pretty girl think Kim finished with her.” Kim leaned over and as her hand worked the wet cloth over Tracy’s sex, she took a nipple into her mouth. When she released it she whispered. “Kim going fuck pretty girl much more.” She smiled.

“Oh God I don’t think I can. I’m exhausted.” Tracy said.

Kim tossed the wash cloth and took the nipple in her mouth again. Her tongue flicked at it and then she kissed it softly. “Kim think you can.” She said. “Kim show pretty girl. Kim please you much.”

For the first time, Kim moved up where the two were face to face. When Kim’s lips found Tracy’s, it was electric. She kissed Tracy like they were long time lovers. Their tongues played together in Tracy’s mouth.

Kim whispered. “I think you let Kim love you more now?”

“Oh God.” Tracy moaned.

Kim kissed her again. “Kim need to hear pretty girl say.”

“Oh please.” Tracy said. “I.” she paused. “You.”

“Pretty girl.” Kim said. “You let Kim have you more, yes?” They kissed again. “Don’t disappoint Kim.” She said.

“Yes.” Tracy whispered. “Make love to me, please.”

And Kim did. She would bring Tracy to an incredible orgasm. She would let Tracy calm and she would do it again. When Tracy fell asleep, Kim was between her legs with her head on her tummy. It was four AM. Kim had arrived at eight.

The next morning there was no sex. Kim led a sleepy Tracy into the shower and bathed her as Tracy just leaned against the tiled wall. Afterwards, Kim dried her and replaced her robe. When the two were at the front door, Kim now back in her oriental gown, Tracy could only hug her, afraid to let her go.

“You think Kim give good sex, yes.” Kim asked.

“I think you are the most amazing woman I have ever known.” Tracy kissed her softly. “I want to see you again.”

Kim smiled. “You like Kim come love you again?”

“Oh God yes.” Tracy said.

“Kim like that too.” She said. “Kim fuck pretty girl often.” She touched Tracy’s face. “Pretty girl not be lonely no more.”

Tracy leaned down and kissed Bahçeşehir Escort her.

“No need kiss Kim. Kim very happy. Maybe next time I bring little friend for pretty girl.”

Tracy got nervous again. “Oh, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Kin smiled. “You not know.” She said. “Little friend very good idea.”

Tracy watched Kim until her car disappeared from sight.

That evening:

Tracy was at the bar with Annie. “Now you give.” Annie said. “I have waited long enough. Tell ne everything.”

Tracy grinned. “Well, you sent her.” Tracy said. “You know exactly what happened.” Her hand touched Annie’s. “God I love you.” Tracy said. “That was the most amazing sex I have ever had.”

“And this is where I get to say, I told you so?” Annie asked.

“It is.” Tracy said, “It certainly is.”

“So when are you seeing her again?” Annie asked.

Tracy grinned. “Who said I was going to see her again?”

“Fuck you.” Annie said. “That glazed look on your face did.”

The two started laughing.

She did say something really odd though.” Tracy said. The look on Annie’s face made her continue. “When she was leaving, she said that she might bring a friend next time.”

“Oh, you bitch.” Annie said.

“What?” Tracy replied.

“I was seeing her a month before she brought a second girl.” Annie pretended to pout. “I hate you.”

A week later:

Wednesday came again but it could not have arrived more slowly for Tracy. Sure, for the first couple of days, Tracy had no interest in sex, but reliving those moments with Kim still seemed to fill a lot of her time. By the weekend, Tracy was starting to think another lesbian experience might be just what she needed and by Tuesday, she was all but walking the floor.

She had showered, done hair and makeup and was again in her robe when the doorbell rang. This time, when she opened it, she was face to face with Kim and what was a smaller mirror image of her. The girl was so petite she looked almost fragile. And gorgeous yes, for certain.

Tracy moved to the side and Kim guided the girl in. They were dressed identically in the same oriental style robes. “This pretty girl, Ms. Walker.” Kim was talking to the girl who bowed at the introduction.

“This Su Li.” Kim said.

The look on Tracy’s face was nothing short of astonishment. “What?” She asked.

“Su Li, eighteen. I teach how. She good learn.” Kim said.

Tracy was shaking her head. “But.”

Kim smiled at Tracy. “I say.” Kim said. “I bring girl for you.” She put a hand on the girl’s back and urged her forward until she was directly in front of Tracy. The girl was adorable.

From behind the girl, Kim reached around and untied her robe and as she pulled it off her shoulders, the most beautiful, youthful body Tracy had ever seen stood before her.

“Kim think you like, yes?” She urged the girl forward. She whispered. “You kiss pretty girl now.”

The girl rose up on her toes and as her lips touched Tracy’s, there was an electricity that passed between them.

“You like, I think.” Kim said.

Su Li’s fingers pressed against Tracy’s abdomen and slowly roamed down over her mound. When two of them slid between her legs, caressing her sex, Tracy moaned.

Kim had moved to Tracy’s side. She cupped a breast and began kissing her neck. “Kim think you want be with this girl, yes?”

Tracy nodded between kisses. “God, I do.”

“Not worry.” Kim said. “Pretty girl get plenty fuck today.”

“Oh God.” Tracy muttered.

Kim took the girl’s hand. “We take pretty girl to bed now.” She said. “You make her cum first.” Kim pointed down the hall and the girl went with Tracy in hand and Kim following.

In the bedroom, Su Li led Tracy to the bed. Kim was there to untie her robe and slide it from her shoulders, it was all Tracy was wearing.

Su Li looked at Tracy. She smiled.

Tracy smiled back. “You like Su Li, yes?” Kim asked.

Tracy just nodded.

“And you little one?” Kim said to Su Li. “You love pretty girl now?”

Su Li said something in Vietnamese. Kim grinned. She ran her hand down Su Li’s back, cupping her ass. “”Yes.” She whispered. Kim looked at Tracy. “You may fuck pretty girl as much you wish.”

Kim went to Tracy. “You get on bed now.” She instructed. “Little one want give good guck. Make big cum for you.”

Tracy was helped onto the bed. She was tingling with anticipation. Even though she knew Kim was coming and Annie had told her what an amazing girl Su Li had been for her, she was still taken by surprise when she saw her. And now, with her nude and standing there, saying such things, Tracy was all but ready to cum right then.

She was barely settled as Su Li crawled in between her legs. She grinned and licked her lips. She looked at Tracy as she slowly extended her tongue. It seemed to keep coming. More and more of it protruded from the tiny girl. Had Tracy been able to measure it, she would have found it to reach a full four inches from the girl’s lips to its tip.

Tracy moaned. “Oh God.”

Kim knelt on the bed beside her. She moved aside some hair from Tracy’s face. “Not worry, you get soon enough.” Kim held a pillow. “You lift please?”

Tracy lifted her bottom unconsciously as she watched the girl, there, between her legs, so close.

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The midday sun was just reaching its zenith as the woman in the faded blue dress stood on the porch. She was looking out to the dirt road that ran along side what was left of the fence that bordered the old farm. The house behind her had seen better days, but that could be said for just about every house in the county here in the spring of 1865. After four years of what had started out as the War for Southern Independence, the tall brunette considered herself lucky to have a roof over her head at all. Many of her neighbors couldn’t make that claim.

Ashley Walsh had been born on this farm some twenty-three years before. Back then, her family had lived in the main house, built a half century before on the high knoll an eight of a mile up the hill. The house had suffered major damage during a battle between invading Federal troops and Confederate infantry a year before. After that, it was easier for Ashley to move into the smaller house built by her brothers as a wedding present for her and her husband. Aside from the house she grew up in, Ashley also lost something much more dear during those two horrible days.

Her father, Timothy Michael Flynn had suffered a seizure, brought on by the loss of all his family had built, and died right after the opposing armies had moved on. Laying him to rest next to his beloved wife, Ashley had been reminded of what else she had lost in this horrible war.

Her brother, William, so eager to rush off and enlist, died early in ’62 at a place called Blue Gap. About six months later, her older brother, Timothy, fell at Clark’s Hollow. With him in that fight had been their cousin, Michael, who had been wounded so badly that he also died two weeks later.

The hardest blow, at least to Ashley, was the loss of her husband, Stephen. A Captain who rode with Jeb Stuart, he had fallen at Gettysburg back in ’63.

In all, Timothy and Mary Flynn had four sons who had answered the call to the colors. As far as Ashley knew, her younger brothers, Robert and Noah were still alive. They were serving out west with General Johnston, and no mail had come from them for months. For all she knew, Ashley could be the last of the Flynn’s. Still, every night she prayed that she wasn’t.

At least one a day, Ashley would take a few minutes from her labors and just stare down the road. As impossible as she knew it was, she sometimes hoped she might see Robert or Noah coming down the road, headed for home. There was not much else to live for these days, except the hope that tomorrow would be better.

The war, which had begun among such high spirits, had gone very badly for the South and the State of Virginia. Two days ago, one of her few remaining neighbors had brought news from Richmond. It was said that General Lee had taken the Army of Northern Virginia off to fight its last battles. It was taken as an article of faith that the end was near. The question on most everyone’s mind was what would come after that.

Ashley turned to head back into the house and get back to work. She certainly had enough to keep her busy. Up until a week ago, she’d had the help of another two sets of hands. An older couple that’d had their own farm burned out by the Yankees. They’d stayed with Ashley over the winter, but with the coming of spring had decided to move on. Even if she’d had the money to hire help, there were few able-bodied men left in the county that weren’t off with the Army. At least those she’d trust to be alone with day after day, or more importantly – night after night.

Pausing for a moment, Ashley caught sign of a small group of men on foot, just coming over the rise. They were still too far away to see who they were, or even if they wore blue or gray. Her only certainty was that they were heading her way.

Quick as she could, Ashley went back into the house and reached behind the door, grabbing her father’s old hunting rifle. In normal times, the use of such an instrument would be foreign to an alumni of Miss Thompson’s School for Young Ladies. That these were not normal times would be overstating the obvious. Ever a practical man, especially when it came to his only daughter, Timothy Flynn had made sure that she knew how to use the weapon, and use it well.

With that weapon primed and in hand, Ashley stood on the porch, waiting for the three men to come within earshot. As they had grew closer, she was able to see that they were wearing what at least once had been Confederate butternut and gray. Their uniforms had seem a great deal of use.

“That’s close enough, gentlemen,” she said in a loud voice, bringing her gun to bear to emphasize her words and the fact that she knew how to use it.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am,” the man in the lead said, stopping short when he spied the gun pointed at him and his fellows. “We’re sorry to spook you if we did, but we were wondering if you could spare some scraps for three tired and very hungry fighting men?”

Ashley took in the man with a suspicious eye. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, but wore a long scruffy beard that made Avcılar Escort him look much older. On the sleeves of the butternut jacket were sergeant’s stripes.

The second man was dressed no better and of a similar appearance. His sleeves, however, were bare. The third man, who seemed to stay as far back as he could, looked more boy than man. His clean shaven face seemed half hidden behind what looked like weeks of grime.

“I’ve no food to share,” Ashley said, putting the threat of her firearm behind her words. Then, thinking of her brothers who wore the same uniform as these men, she added, “But you’re welcome to fill your canteens at the well.”

“We thank you kindly, Ma’am,” the sergeant replied.

They started to move off in the direction Ashley had indicated in search of the well when her curiosity prompted to ask them a question.

“Are you part of General Lee’s Army?”

“Not directly, Ma’am,” the sergeant answered. “We here are part of Hamilton’s Militia, or what’s left of it anyway. The boys and I figured the fighting’s over. I heard tell that old General Lee was going to face off against Grant once last time, then it would be all over. Don’t seem right to fight and die if you are going to give up in the end anyway.”

“I can’t say as I blame you,” Ashley said, thinking of her own losses and the families that might be waiting at home for these men. The days of riding off for flag and glory were long gone, if they ever existed in the first place.

The soldiers filled their canteens at the well, then came back to thank Ashley once more. Before they left for good, she had managed to find a little food for them to share. She liked to think that if Robert and Noah were still out there and traveling some back road, someone would be as kind to them as well.

Once they were out of sight, Ashley finally went back to her chores. The visit of the soldiers had left her far behind, but she really didn’t mind. After all, who was going to notice?

A few hours later, Ashley herself went to the well to get water to boil some vegetables for dinner. There she found an old battered and torn haversack. One of the soldiers must’ve dropped it. Curious, she looked inside. There were a few letters and other keepsakes, as well as the usual army fare. It seemed a pity for one of them to have carried it for so long, only to lose it on the way home. She wondered which one of them it had belonged to.

Just then, a loud shout from the direction of the road interrupted her thoughts. Startled, Ashley looked up to again see motion on the road. A sudden look of panic filled her normally composed face. This time there were two men, both on horseback, riding up the road. Despite the dust turned up by their travel, it was clear to her that both wore Federal Blue.

Letting the worn haversack fall from her hands, Ashley ran as fast as she could for the house, and the protective rifle she had left there.

Ashley’s first sensation upon waking was a pain and stiffness in her arms and back. It only took a moment for her to realize why. She was now in the small house, spread eagle across the kitchen table; her arms tied to the table and her legs hanging over the side. Rope also tied her ankles to the bottom legs of the table. As she tried to free herself, she could hear the sounds of someone rummaging through the other rooms, cursing that there was little of value to find.

Through a dim haze, Ashley remembered reaching the porch and the waiting gun, just as the two blue clad cavalrymen pulled up behind her. Both had pistols drawn as the closest to her leapt off his mount and onto the porch. She recalled his gloved hand on her arm pulling her backwards, away from her rifle. Then a hard pain from the side of her head that ended in blackness. She could only guess he’d hit her with his pistol to keep her from the rifle. That they had further bound her in this manner, rather than simply shoot her as she was sure they would have a man, didn’t bode well.

“Hey Sarge, she’s awake!” Ashley heard a voice call out from the doorway between the kitchen and the parlor.

Tilting her head, she saw one of the two troopers stepping into the room. He was a tall young man on the early side of twenty, if that, with short black hair and matching mustache. His lower face was covered with a few days stubble. The uniform he wore was indeed the hated Yankee blue.

The soldier, whose name she would learn was Butler, now stood silent at the bottom of the kitchen table. Ashley could see his eyes and the look she found there didn’t give her much encouragement. Men too long without the company of a woman, especially those immersed in the horrors of war, were capable of anything.

“What are you yelling about, Butler?” Sergeant Virgil Rourke said as he stepped into the kitchen as well.

“I said she’s awake,” the private repeated.

“So she is,” Rourke said as he moved alongside the table.

A cold chill filled Ashley’s breast. The look in the older man’s eyes made Butler’s look tame in Beylikdüzü Escort comparison. The redhead stoked his tight beard as his eyes moved up and down his helpless prisoner.

“It’s a good thing we tied this rebel bitch up after we caught her,” the NCO said. “It looks like she’s the only valuable thing in this lousy place.”

Fear filled Ashley’s eyes at those words, while excitement filled those of the younger soldier. She pulled at her bonds, only to find once more that they were stronger than her arms.

“Sarge, are you sure we should be doing this?” the younger of the two said, having a moment of conscience. “Captain Rossi said…”

“Captain Rossi’s not here!” Rourke snapped back. “Besides, haven’t you ever heard of spoils of war. She had a gun in her hand when we caught her. I could’ve shot her instead of simply giv’n her the butt of my gun.”

Private Butler was about to mention that Captain Rossi had also said that once someone was a prisoner, they were supposed to be treated according to the rules. What Rourke said next, however, wiped out any concerns the young man might have had.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Jimmy?”

His silence answered the Sergeant’s question.

“Then this is your chance, boy,” the older man said. “And with a white woman too. Not one of those darkies some of your friends have been fornicating with.”

As the Union Army had occupied an ever-shrinking Confederate States, they had encountered a numbers of slaves who had either been freed by previous divisions or had simply run away. Some of the black women had been willing to show their happiness in their newfound freedom in a most physical and satisfying way. Despite his disparaging remark about them, Rourke himself had partaken of their ebony charms more than once.

Jimmy Butler looked down again at Ashley. He had to say she was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Not that he had seen a great many of them, excepting kinfolk of course. The woman spread out before him was as tall as he was, with long brown hair tied back with a ribbon. Of course the first thing he noticed about her were her large breasts. They were almost as big as his cousin, Alice’s. He’d walked in on Alice taking a bath once and the memory of it still made him stiff.

A stiffness that he now also felt as he undressed Ashley with his eyes. Sergeant Rourke however, preferred a more direct view. Grabbing the top of Ashley’s threadbare dress, he ripped it open, exposing the pale flesh of her breasts.

Butler’s mouth dropped open as she saw the dark pink nipples that capped her mounds. It was a lot more than he had ever seen of Cousin Alice.

“Ain’t they some set of titties,” said Rourke as he reached out to touch them.

“Don’t touch me, you Yankee scum!” Ashley yelled out, using language she had never imagined she would ever use.

“Figures a rebel bitch like you would have a foul mouth,” Rourke laughed as he roughly grabbed her breast, pressing his thumbnail against the nipple. “Well I have something that I can use to fill that mouth and shut you up.”

To illustrate his point, Rourke grabbed his crotch with his free hand and pumped his erect cock a few times through his pants. Ashley’s face turned pale.

The thought of the Sergeant’s manhood being used in the manner he indicated, terrified her. Once, right after she had first been married, she’d heard her brothers talking about a girl in the back woods who did such a thing with her mouth. At the time, Ashley had refused to believe it could be true.

“I bet you’re one of those southern girls who prefers her darkies, aren’t you?” the crass soldier said, assuming that all southerners owned slaves. “Just like your men prefer their nigger wenches. Well I’m going to show you what it’s like to be fucked by a white man. Then when I’m done, you can give the boy a turn too.”

Unable to do more than scream in anger, and unwilling to give the Yankees the satisfaction of hearing her do just that, Ashley closed her eyes and tried to bear the unbearable. They might be able to degrade her body, but they couldn’t defile her mind.

Pushing Butler out of the way, Rourke took up position between Ashley’s legs. His rough hands slid up her legs, taking in the softness of her skin. Butler watched as his Sergeant’s hands disappeared under the faded dress, gripping the sides of an equally worn undergarment. With strength born of lust, he ripped the material until he could pull it off her body.

“Damn, you’re a fine looking bitch,” Rourke bellowed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Ashley averted her eyes as Rourke opened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He opened his long underwear to expose his manhood, rubbing it a few times once it was free. Raising his hand to his face, he spit on it a few times, filling the palm with his saliva.

“Sarge, did you hear something?” Butler asked as he turned in the direction of the kitchen window.

“It’s just the fucking horses,” Rourke angrily snapped back at him for Bahçeşehir Escort interrupting his fun. “Now shut up or I won’t let you have a turn at this Reb whore.”

The thought that he might lose his chance to be with a woman bothered Butler greatly, but not as much as the chance that Captain Rossi or one of the other patrols might discover them. Rossi had some mighty particular ideas about how the Rebels should be treated after the surrender that everyone said was coming soon. As much as he wanted to be with a woman, the nineteen-year-old didn’t want to pay for it at the end of a rope.

Finally, deciding Rourke wouldn’t even notice his absence, Butler decided to step outside and make sure everything was all right. He’d be back before Rourke knew it.

As quiet as he could, although he figured Rourke wouldn’t hear a Calvary charge right now, the Private undid the lock of the door that let to the outside from the kitchen. As he did, he began to draw his pistol from its holster. He had only opened the door an inch or two when it suddenly slammed back into him with enough force to knock him off his feet.

The sudden motion of Butler falling, more than the noise he made as he crashed among the pots and pans, caused Rourke to stop and look up. It took him a long moment to register the image in front of him, not realizing it would be the last thing he ever saw.

In the two seconds left to him, the soldier in Rourke recognized the weapon pointing in his direction from a few feet away as an 1860 blue steel army revolver. He remembered the fact that it fired a 44 caliber round less than a half second before one of those bullets shattered the left side of his skull.

The force of the close range shot was enough to send the already dead sergeant tumbling away from Ashley and onto the floor. Half of his brains were scattered across the kitchen walls and the manhood that he was been so proud of had already wilted into insignificance.

Stunned both by his fall and the loud, deafening explosion that had followed it, Private Butler looked up and saw a smoky figure in butternut and gray. He brought up his own pistol to fire, but was already dead before his finger could close on the trigger. The second shot from the Confederate revolver had passed right through his heart. From the time the door had first burst open on Butler, to the time his heart abruptly stopped, only eight seconds had passed.

Giving the second corpse no more thought than the first, the new arrival turned to Ashley. Only now was she aware that something had happened. She looked up and saw that another had taken Rourke’s place at the foot of the table. It took a second for her to focus, then she recognized the face as belonging to the youngest of the Confederate soldiers she had given food and water to this afternoon.

“I had come back for my haversack,” he said in a low quiet voice.

A large knife appeared in the young man’s hand, the type of which Ashley had once seen a drawing of in the newspaper. Her husband had said it was called a Bowie knife. The new arrival looked down at the brunette’s exposed sex for a brief moment, just long enough to see that the Yankee soldier had died unsatisfied. Then with a practiced precision, he cut Ashley free.

“Oh God,” she gasped as she looked down and saw the bloody bodies of her two attackers.

“It’s no more than they deserved,” her rescuer said unemotionally.

For a moment, Ashley wondered how he could be so cold, then realized that having been in the army, the young man had probably seen death on a scale as to make what just happened here seem insignificant.

“Thank you,” Ashley managed to say, holding down the bile she felt in her throat.

The soldier merely shrugged and nodded an acknowledgment. Then he said. “They were either scouts or stragglers so I doubt they’ll be missed for a while. But we need to get rid of the bodies right away, just in case.”

As he stepped closer to the window to glance out it, Ashley got her first really good look at him. As it was this afternoon, a layer of dirt covered both his clothes and his face, but she could see enough to reconfirm her earlier thoughts.

“He can’t be more than a boy,” she said to herself, “sixteen years old at most.”

Then she reminded herself that whatever his age, he had just killed two men in less time then it took him to think about it. It also occurred to her that despite her state of near undress, the top of her dress had been ripped enough to give him a good look at her breasts.

That is if he cared to look, which he seemingly didn’t. An omission that surprised Ashley. She excused herself for a few minutes while she changed into a fresh but equally worn dress.

As she helped him carry the bodies outside, thankful that he had first covered Sergeant Rourke’s face, or what was left of it, with a blanket, Ashley learned what had happened.

Splitting off from his companions, the young man, whose name she now learned was John Warren, had doubled back to the farm to look for the haversack he had finally realized he’d lost. When you only own what you carry on you, he explained, the little you had became all the more important. The boy was an orphan she further learned, and was eighteen despite his looks. The letters in his bag had been his last connection with his parents.

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