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Lawrence’s deep-set frown was illuminated harshly by the cold blue light of his computer monitor. He didn’t like what he was seeing on his monitor. Didn’t like it one bit. At nineteen, he would have watched it eagerly. At fifty, he knew he should turn it off, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. And the more he watched, the angrier he became.

On the other side of the hacked webcam, Mitch took another drag on his joint. He inhaled and held it. Fuck, it didn’t get better than this. He passed it down to the pretty brunette kneeling down between his legs. Her head bobbing up and down on his cock.

“Hey babe, take a break from that joint,” he said. “And get a load of this one.”

Her mouth popped off his saliva coated member, leaving a dangling trail of her drool connecting it to her mouth as she pulled away.

“I don’t know about this Mitch…” Gloria said hesitantly, wiping her mouth with one hand and pumping at the base of his cock to keep him hard. She didn’t smoke. Not cigarettes, and especially not marijauana. Mitch had offered many times, but she’d always refused.

“Everybody does it,” Mitch said. “Just a little toke. It’ll make it even better for you. Being high while fucking is the best feeling in the world. You trust me, don’t you?”

It wasn’t a matter of trust, Gloria thought as she took the joint. She knew she shouldn’t, but she felt pressured. She took a short experimental drag.

“Deeper. Deeper. Don’t exhale yet. Hold it. Hold it,” Mitch encouraged before taking the joint back. “Now get my cock down in that pretty mouth first.”

Gloria’s mouth swallowed Mitch’s erect member. Bobbing back on it. Her pretty face turning more red by the second. She felt the cool numbing deep in her brain. Her eyes watered. A bit of thick spicy smoke escaped her nose. She gave a brief cough through her nose and then another. God how it burned.

Already high, Mitch enjoyed the sensation of Gloria’s spasming throat as another cough escaped. He grabbed her pony tail and pushed her down harder than she wanted to go.

“Oh baby, take that cock,” he groaned, pushing her head up and down. Fucking her pretty face.

Tears leaked from Gloria’s bulging eyes as she choked on the smoke. Mitch’s cock grew thick and pulsed. Again and again it twitched. She tried to cough only to have salty jizz shot into the back of her throat. Again and again he pushed it home, choking her with it, until finally he was spent. It was only then that Mitch finally let go of her pony tail .

Gloria’s head flew up. She coughed. She gagged. She struggled not to lose her lunch. Sticky sperm covered her chin, her stomach, and her new breasts.

“Damn it Mitch,” Gloria said her voice still a bit ragged from her abuse. But the high had already settled in and she couldn’t stay but so angry over it. “You know I don’t like it when you do that.”

Mitch took another hit. Let it out easy with just hint of a sputter. “I don’t make the rules,” he said. “You’re the girl. I’m the man. And sometimes babe, sometimes a man just can’t help himself and sometimes a girl’s gotta take one for the team.”

Gloria wasn’t so sure about that. But Mitch was her first and only. She had lived without a boyfriend…had been damned unpopular for 99% of her eighteen years. Had been called zit face and flatsy. If she had to occasionally take one for the team, so be it. It was better the the lonely alternative. Still coughing slightly, Gloria dug a napkin from her purse to clean up the disgusting mess he had left of her. Starting with her full ripe breasts.

“No,” Mitch said, his voice slow from his high. “Rub it into them. It’s good for the skin. Makes them nice and soft.”

What a perv Gloria thought, but she loved him. She rubbed the jizz into her big breasts. Mitch was more correct than he knew. The skhen would use it for nourishment.

Mitch sat transfixed. Watching her rub his slime over her large perfect breasts. Smushing them together for him so that those pink half dollar sized nipples were next to one anther. If it weren’t for the jizz, he would have sucked those fat nipples there and then.

“Take another hit,” he held the joint to her lips. “But don’t get any jizz on it.”

Gloria inhaled the spicy smoke again, coughing. It made her feel good. Made her mind wander. To think, just three months ago a boy like Mitch would never have given her the time of day. Back then, Gloria was quiet and shy. She was ashamed of her appearance. She had acne. Her bust was flat and so was her ass. Her legs were bony. Then her daddy started working on the project and she had discovered what he was working on. And what he was working on was nothing short of miraculous. Miracle skin. Skhen. It could grow over her skin and hide the blemishes and sores. It could fill in and add where things needed to be added. It was awesome.

Now her skin was clear. She attended another school where no one knew how unpopular she used to be. Her breasts were a perfect 36 C. Yet her body stayed slim and skinny. Her legs were toned. Now she hung out with the popular girls. diyarbakır escort She was dating Mitch…a bit of a bad boy…but all the other girls were jealous.

Watching on his computer, hacked into his daughter’s web cam, Gloria’s dad Lawrence was tempted to burst into his daughter’s room. But doing so would admit that he had been spying. Worse, it could result in a confrontation with Mitch.

His hands steepled, Lawrence was having second thoughts of what he had done….more now than ever. First, he never should have hacked his daughter’s computer. But he had seen some evidence that suggested someone was sneaking in his house at night. He thought it might be espionage…someone trying to steal the secrets he was working on. But it had turned out to be a boy. A bad boy. The bastard was giving his daughter drugs…sex and who knew what. Making her suck him off. Well…he was going to put a stop to it. That was for damn sure.

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When school let out the next day, Gloria slid into the passenger seat of the Mitch’s Explorer. The moment the door closed, as usual his hands were busy feeling her up. Moving up her long legs. Moving beneath her short skirt. She blushed and looked around nervously. Tried in vain to fend off his advances, but he was so much stronger. Not that she didn’t want him to feel her up. It felt nice. But not here. Not where someone from school could see. And especially not now.

“Hey babe, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Mitch said. “Let’s get those panties off.”

“Come on Mitch,” Gloria begged. “Now isn’t the time. I’ve got bad news.”

“Gloria…you know what that outfit does to me,” Mitch said. The evidence was sticking out about seven inches from the crotch of his pants. The little miniskirt she wore really did him in. He had bought the little pleated plaid number and several other for her from Fredericks of Hollywood. She had been too shy to wear them at first. But with encouragement and the proper motivation….she eventually gave in.

But now Mitch wanted more. “Get ’em off babe, and the bra too….then I want to take you somewhere public.”

God, that game again? She had to admit it was kinky enough when they did it two weeks ago. There in the mall. Nothing on beneath her little skirt. Her full breasts bouncing with every step. So many hungry eyes on her. Then finding ways to show herself to Mitch. With him following her up the stairs. Bending down and picking up something she dropped. He had taken her from behind in a dressing room. Delicious. It was great fun. But now, things weren’t fun anymore. Tears welled in her eyes. Her daddy had ruined it. Had ruined everything! Goddamnit!

“Can you be serious for just one minute Mitch?” Gloria said. “I’m leaving on next week. For good.”

By now Mitch had Gloria’s panties off. He looked around quickly. Just a bunch of cars around. A few students here and there, but no one of any authority. His finger teased her pussy. Making her squirm. Making her wet. Then finally wormed its determined way in.

“Get real.” Mitch said.

“I am real. My dad…my dad…” Gloria stammered, tears welling in her pretty eyes. “…He’s sending me to a girl’s school.”

Then Mitch saw Gloria’s tears. It hit him suddenly. How had this happened? “When?”

“Monday morning.”

“Fuck…” It was enough to cool even Mitch’s prodigious passions. “What for?”

“I think he knows about us…”

“Double fuck…” Mitch thought. Make that triple fuck. He had never had a girl with a body like Gloria’s. And he didn’t want to lose it. Not yet.

“Tell him no.” Mitch suggested.

“I can’t.” Little did he know she already said no. But then Daddy said he would take out the little chip on her back. Then the skhen would die. Would shed like she was a snake. Then her face would be all pimply. Her breasts too small. Her nose too big.

Would Mitch still love the old Gloria? Would anyone? She couldn’t take the chance. Gloria agreed to go to the girls school. She had no other choice.

“What do we do?” Mitch asked. Thinking wasn’t his strong suit. “Maybe I can sneak over at night?”

“It’s on the west coast Mitch…” Then Gloria began to think. Sneak over. Could it possibly work? It was a long shot, but it was possible. But the odds were long. Very long.

“Mitch,” she said. “How would you like to be the only boy at an all girls school?”

Mitch wasn’t one for having a lot of thoughts. But he had them now. He pictured himself as a teacher at the girl’s school. Gloria under the desk, sucking him off for first period. Then for second period, there would be some rich chick named Megan or Brittany. He’d bend her over the desk and spank that ass with a yard stick. Her rich CEO daddy thinking she was at some girl school chaste and sweet, but in reality Mitch would have his cock planted up his sweet little girl’s tight arse. For lunch, he would find himself a couple of lesbos. There were always lesbos at girls schools. At least there were according to the porn he looked at online. The could diyarbakiranalatik.com lick each other on this desk and he’d put a cock in one’s pussy, then take it out and make the other suck it awhile.

“You betcha!” Mitch said. Besides, he wasn’t doing anything anyway. He graduated last year and mostly did nothing all day. “I’ll take that one for the team!”

“Oh Mitch!” Gloria was elated. She gave him a big kiss. Then at home, she thanked him again in another way. By going to her knees and sucking him off. Afterwards she tried to kiss him again but he held his hand over her mouth.

“You know I don’t kiss after,” he said.

Gloria kissed his hand and sucked a finger. Captured a bit of bittersweet sticky jism with her tongue and licked it clean. Guys didn’t kiss after girls went down. She had forgotten. Maybe later. Maybe later they could kiss all the time. But first she had plans … so many plans and so little time.

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“Daddy, can you check my chip before I go to the new school,” Gloria said. “I won’t get to see you for several months. Besides, I feel kind of funny.”

“You’re probably just scared….going to a new school and all.” Lawrence said. He had expected a bit more of a battle about Gloria going off to school. But, after a few tear filled arguments, she seemed resigned to her future. She didn’t know it now, but she’d thank him for this in a few more years. Checking her chip was the least he could do. “But since you are here, let me check you out.”

Gloria took off her shirt and turned around. Lawrence felt around on her back until he felt the small indention. He held an transmitter over it and keyed in the code. A circle began to emerge from her back. It was the chip. He removed it and took it over to a specialized computer. Read the results.

“Hmmmmm…” he said. “Everything checks out. If you are feeling strange, perhaps you could go to your new school without the um…”

“No daddy…” Tears welled in his baby girl’s eyes. “Never.”

“Okay,” he said, wishing he had never put the chip in her in the first place. But she seemed so much happier. Perhaps it was worth it. “Let me clone the skinware and adjust some of the parameters.”

He entered some new values this time. His daughter’s breasts were a little too large…they were attracting the wrong sort of attention. She didn’t need to know. Anyway, best not to think about Mitch. That boy was history. Gloria might pine and wait, but that boy never would. He’d be on to the next man’s daughter in a few weeks.

“Daddy,” Gloria said. “What would happen if say…I had an extra finger. Six instead of five. What would the chip do? Would the skhen try to make me have five fingers?”

“Oh it wouldn’t matter to the chip. It would treat it like all your other fingers. It ignores everything except for what it’s been programmed to adjust. In your case that’s….”

“My breasts….my nose…and my acne,” Gloria finished.

“Exactly,” Lawrence said. “Why? Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

There were so many things she wasn’t telling him. And most of them would end up with her chip being taken away. And it wasn’t his chip anymore. It was hers. Hers. And it was more her chip than even she knew.

“Nothing daddy,” Gloria said. “I was just curious. It’s okay to be curious isn’t it? It’s so very interesting.”

“It is dear,” Lawrence said. “Your mother would be…your mother would be so proud of the woman you’ve become.”

The scientist was so caught up thinking about his departed wife and that his daughter would be farther away then ever, he didn’t realize that while Gloria hugged him, her hands were busy behind his back. Unhooking her old chip. Putting it in her pocket. Placing a new one in its place. She had planned to get him to go out and get her a soda. But, this was easy. So easy. She felt just a little bit guilty. But it couldn’t be help. She was in love. And love makes you do crazy things. Now all she had to do was put it on Mitch’s back with a little adhesive and a bit of her own skhen.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The chip had been set again. The chip grew hot as it utilized all its processors. It was upset, although, the chip didn’t really feel human emotions. It thought in terms of its job and its project. It had been given a job…a set of parameters. Then finally a project. It had melded with the project. Made the project conform to those parameters. It was one of the most advanced computers ever made, in only the size of a silver dollar. It had even learned how to achieve its parameters in more efficient ways than it was originally programmed to do. For instance, the project was supposed to have larger mounds. It had been programmed to grow the skhen to produce the desired results. Yet, that seemed inefficient, when the skhen could release targeted hormones and achieve the same result. The skhen was supposed to cover and hide facial blemishes. But why not have the skhen attack the bacteria and remove the cause. Then the skhen had less work to do. The chip didn’t like to do extra work.

Everything had been going so well. That is …until something had activated a subroutine on the chip and removed it from the project. Then its project had been ruined. All its work had been in vain. The bacteria was back. The large mounds had disappeared again. No this wouldn’t do at all.

The chip disabled the subroutines that allowed it to be removed from the project. So much work, so little skhen. It told the skhen to multiply. This time the chip was going to be smarter…more efficient than ever before. It would need to be. There was so much work to do.

++++++++++++++++++++++++

“Ahh..ahhh….I sure hope you know what you are doing.” Mitch gasped, his pelvis thrusting, oh yeah, nice and deep. “I’m gonna be in so much trouble with mah…mah… old man. You know…I am basically running..umph.. away.”

Gloria’s knees burned on the rough carpet in the back of his Explorer. Mitch had her by her pony tail again, pulling her back on that cock. Back and forth. Back and forth. Working that tight pussy. God he loved this view. Gloria on her hands and knees. A short mini-skirt pulled inside out now. His hands palming that perfectly formed ass, spreading it, making that cute little asshole clench and pucker. Watching the lips of her pretty pussy move in and out with the motion of his cock. Fucking her good. Exploring that hot little bitch.

“And that thing you put on my back…” Mitch said. “What was mmmm…ah….up…with….that? Mmmm…oh God…oh God….”

Mitch’s balls tightened. Fuck yeah. Oh fuck yeah. That hot pussy milking his cock. Emptying it. He soon forgot all about the thing she put on his back and his old man.

Usually, Gloria was content to wait underneath Mitch after he climaxed. To hold him tight. To kiss his well muscled shoulders and chest. But today, she was feeling hot. Tingly in a more profound way than she had been before. Because usually she felt tingly almost all the time. She had ever since the chip and the skhen. It made her want to touch herself. Yet when she did, it was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. Until today.

“Umph…” Mitch groaned. “What are you doing?”

What was Gloria up to? Didn’t she know he felt like relaxing. Fucking was hard work and today it was harder than usual. A bit hard to catch his breath. Besides, he felt a little unsettled. His skin ….so scratchy. Then Gloria was climbing up him.

“Are you crazy?” he said, pushing her slim body back down.

Crazy. Gloria thought….yes…just a bit. Guys don’t do that she remembered. She slid back down. Rubbed her wet cum soaked slit against his softening cock.

“Baby…I just came…” Mitch groaned.

“Come on honey,” Gloria said. She didn’t know what had gotten into herself. For once she felt like her urges were in control of her. Little did she know, her new chip was busy. Her dad had adjusted the parameters…to decrease the size of her breasts. It was taking a shortcut. Flooding her bloodstream with male hormones.

Gloria knew none of this. She only knew that she couldn’t stop. Then she said something that she had never said before. Something Mitch always said. “Come on baby….take one for the team.”

Then she pressed down on her breasts. Making them so full and hard. She knew the effect they had on Mitch. “Don’t I turn you on?”

Mitch was still overly sensitive. He wasn’t ready. And yet…and yet his cock hardened. Gloria slipped it inside. Began rocking back and forth.

Oh yes. This is nice. Gloria thought. Mitch seemed to be lasting a bit longer too. She rode his cock. Working herself on it. I think I like it on top. Yes, I most certainly do, she thought. He can’t very well pull my pony tail like this and my knees don’t hurt this way at all.

Then she felt her loins begin to boil. The pleasure to well up. She took hold of Mitch’s nipples…gave them a little twist.

“Ahhhh!” Mitch gasped. His hips involuntarily jerking in response. Ouch! That fucking hurt! He had been too embarrassed to say anything, but his nipples had hurt all day. And now, Jesus…so sensitive. So painfully sensitive. Worse, it seemed Gloria liked how it made him gasp and jerk in response. She assumed that he liked it. But no. No Mitch didn’t like it. No, not one bit.

So she pinched them again. Tweaked them and pulled them this time with conscious deliberation. And each time, Mitch would gasp and thrust. It was involuntary. The thrusting was one thing, but the gasping…. God it was embarrassing. The only involuntary thing Mitch had experienced before was coming and sneezing. This was new territory…and he didn’t like it. It scared him a little.

But Gloria liked it. Mitch’s every gasp and thrust lit a fire in her sex. God, how she had come. It was amazing. Then finally her climax was done. She lay on top of him. Her fingertips still against his nipples.

Poor Mitch couldn’t get those fingers out of his mind. Or his aching nipples. So sensitive. Please don’t pinch me again, he thought over and over again. Her sweaty body laying over his on. A little heavy. A little hard to breathe. He kept his silence. Men didn’t complain of such things. Men only complained when they weren’t getting enough pussy. At least that’s what his old man said.

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Mary collapsed down on the huge bed, pulling Linda down on top of her. They were both still draped in their towels, Mary even with the one holding up her hair. The robes had been left behind over at the couch.

The towels had absorbed some humidity from the steamy bathroom, which made them feel nice and cool as the outside evening heat threatened to overwhelm the silently humming air conditioner.

Mary grasped the dark head and went up for another bout of hot kisses. The girl wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed down against the soft lips with trembling passion. None of that impudent roaming from the showers. Maybe she finally understood Mary’s dislike of it. If she had wanted a fumbling young boy, she would have got herself one… in ten minutes! Although her body was ready for passionate caresses, it should be treated with some respect!

For a short moment they lay like that, just rocking slightly back and forth… rhythmically with every second heartbeat. Then Mary let the final swing flip them over to the side. Still clinging together, not interrupting the kiss, she used a free hand to flick the loose end of the towel away and throw it behind her on the bed. Then she did the same to Linda’s, removing the final obstacle between their naked tits and bellies.

Now they were as close as one can get… Belly against belly, tits against tits. A wonderful sensation beyond anything any of them had ever felt before. Especially with the tingling happiness of love. Hot and passionate love. Yes! If this wasn’t true love, Mary realised she had never known anything like it in her entire life, at least not up until now. True enough she felt the sexual need burning like a raging flame in her belly, but it was so much more. Deeper and more tender somehow… like a fundament on which the sexual arousal could grow into unendurable proportions.

And it definitely was unendurable! To an extent where she felt impatience taking over although she immensely enjoyed the wonderful feeling of contact and understanding radiating out of their tight embrace.

But she needed more. Her body called for action. Her nipples ached for a stimulating touch.

She let herself slip slowly onto her back, gently pulling the girl’s head along and at the same time nudging it ever so lightly downwards. Like an almost imperceptible encouragement for her to go for it. Her nipple pointed into the air right under the girl’s nose, almost painfully stiff and protruding, her tit wobbling delightfully as it came to rest with her new, comfortable position.

Another light nudge at the top of the dark head was what it took, then her body jerked lightly from the sensation of the nipple being engulfed by a pair of unimaginably warm and soft lips; a sensation so rapturous in hunger and wetness it made her toes curl from heated tension.

And then a gentle sucking motion – combined with a little too light tongue flicks across the sensitive top – added even more fuel to the fire. Mary could yell out her desire and happiness… shake her head wildly and scream from the top of her lungs… before she had even been touched down there. Down there where the real fire was… waiting to take her into a world of sensations she could just barely comprehend from their first session together.

As she lay motionless, just absorbing the sensations of the tenderly working lips, it struck her again; She had probably just experienced the first light waves of pleasure yet, just a taste of what was coming to her. With som experience and training this miracle of a girl would probably do much better than this. Unimaginable much better. She could feel it in every nerve of her body.

Just the realisation flushed an extra wave of heat through her body and she moaned softly and impatiently as she gently started rubbing her thighs against each other.

The girl was almost too passive… too meek. Being audacious was one thing… doing too little quite another! She decided the girl needed some encouragement to be able to start looking for the right tracks herself. It wasn’t about being impudent, it was about doing it right… when it was right.

“Linda dear… lovely little darling! You don’t need to be bashful… I mean… don’t be shy to do what you like. Not at all! You know how much I’m longing… for your… for you!”

“Mmmmmmm…” the girl moaned. Then she let the stiff nipple pop out of her mouth as she looked up, her lower lip shaking from emotion.

Oh Miss… Mary, I want it… want you so much. Please just tell me how to do it right. To love you…” Again the lip trembled, and for a moment it looked like she would simply burst out crying or something. Mary let her hand stroke her cheek before letting it dig into the mane of her silky hair, right behind her ear.

“Don’t worry darling!” She bent to kiss her quickly on the forehead. “You don’t need to be told anything. You know what to do. You know how I like it. You can’t imagine how kayseri escort I feel just thinking of our first time together. You were almost perfect then. You’ll be even better now!”

“Oh…” the girl stretched to kiss her again. “Can.. can I… do you think it’s OK? Please!?”

“But of course darling!” Mary smiled. “Thought you’d never ask!”

The girl was already struggling downwards. Mary couldn’t help musing at the girl’s ardentness as she helped her along by throwing the lower flick of the towel aside and spreading her legs in a slow, gracious movement. In her eagerness the youngster almost fell out of bed! Mary heard a faint thump as the girl’s knees slipped off and hit the carpeted floor. She felt the dark head glide down between her legs, and stretched her body lazily as she opened wide to welcome the eager youngster for the long- awaited contact.

Her senses were over- stimulated. She could feel everything ten times stronger than before. The girl’s hands pulling lightly at the upper thighs, kind of grabbing hold of her as she got ready for the ultimate taste.

And then she felt the tongue. Finally!

Insecure, a little clumsy, but oh- so anxious to please! Finally, after that first evening of nervous, wonderful love. Finally! Oh yes!

After a moment of careful tongue- tip titillation the girl found one of the right spots, and Mary moaned as the glow of passion spread all through her belly and the rest of her body. The passion that could only be generated from a devoted service girl’s desire to please.

After doing a little bit of fine adjustments to find the optimal position, she let herself sink back into a cloud of heavenly feelings. She was here! Finally! In this hot night. In her favourite southern apartment, descending into the sweetest depths of the very dream that had been on her mind so often these past few years. Now it was her turn! Her turn to take care of herself and her own needs. Just forget about everything else and be the one to be cared for. Be the one to be worshipped like a queen, desired in a way that focused on her own pleasure… and hers alone!

She moaned again. Deep and shuddering. She just had to let her hands slip up to start massaging her nipples. There was no other way. Later she would teach the little strumpet to take care of that part as well, but now it just was like a natural reflex in response to the raging heat in her body.

She felt almost like drifting. Hovering weightlessly in her own dimension of mindless pleasure. And it felt so even though the girl wasn’t doing it quite right yet. Her eager tongue often slipped off the best spots, or simply worked too lightly when in position. Still it definitely was good enough to keep up a level of excitement that was further fuelled by that unparalleled enthusiasm. Muffled sounds of ecstatic joy came from down there, clearly indicating the excitement the girl felt about doing what she did. That part of it clearly was in order.

And that was a major part of it too. She needed to know that she was desired so passionately. That her young partner apparently would do anything to be able to please her. It was as important as the pleasure itself, such a thrilling notion that the physical part of her worship created a

Oh, it was coming to her already! Incredible! As the tongue twirled around near the base of her clit, she could feel the familiar burning knot in her belly forming and slowly spreading. The tongue continued its play right off the best spot, and she couldn’t resist the urge to slip one hand down to try to guide it in the right direction. For a moment she succeeded, and that contact lasted long enough to drive her all the way up to the edge in a few, breathless flicks. And then over.

She exploded!

Her hips lived their own wild life, bouncing back and forth as the cramps hit her relentlessly. The girl’s mouth slipped almost completely off her pussy, and Mary had to use her other hand to hang on to the dark head and force it back where she needed it. Eventually the girl sensed herself enough to grab hold of her hips and try to hang on from her side as well. By doing this she somehow found back to the throbbing clit again, prolonging and intensifying the orgasm to make it one of the best ones the woman had ever experienced.

As the ecstasy subsided and was replaced by an oversensitive tickling, the tongue was back almost exactly at the right place. Too late though, because at this stage the stimulation was far stronger than what she could take, and she had to free herself with an almost abrupt push on the girl’s forehead.

The move took Linda completely by surprise. As her head was yanked away and the legs jerked up and together above her head, she almost fell down to the mattress. For a short moment her nose was squeezed into the soft crack between the woman’s soft ass cheeks until she slowly slipped over on the side and rolled kayseridekifirmalar.com up almost into a ball. Linda lay panting heavily for a moment right in front of the glorious behind, watching the puckered little anal opening quiver delightfully with the woman’s breathing. Then she worked herself up on her elbows to start planting gentle kisses all over the beautiful, almost illuminating globes.

Mary enjoyed the warm feeling of exhaustion for a little while as she let the girl use her sweet lips to show her devotion. Then she groaned as she slowly stretched out and turned back to face her.

“Oh Linda, that was just wonderful… out of this world! I haven’t cum like that in ages! You have absolutely no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

She looked down at the girl’s smiling face.

“Are you OK? Did you enjoy it too?”

The girl laughed and put a wet kiss on her hip before she answered “Yes miss… Mary… I have never felt anything so fantastic in my life!”

She got serious before she continued; “I love you! I love you more than anybody I’ve ever loved in my life! I only hope I’ll be worthy of your love and devotion too. If I’ll be good enough.”

In a few seconds the girl’s expression had switched from all smiles into deep concern as she looked up at her lady with those sweet, blue eyes.

“But of course you will,” Mary responded with an even broader smile, reaching out to stroke her brown curls. “I think you’re doing just fine. I’m quite sure this is the beginning of something very special. Something that can make us both very, very happy!”

The girl immediately got her smile back. She grabbed Mary’s stroking hand and started kissing it lovingly.

“There is nothing I want more than to make you happy. Anything at all! And especially what we just did. That was soo special! Do you think we could do it again? Please?!?”

Mary had to stop for a moment just to check on the feelings in her body. Wouldn’t she be quite sensitive still after a session like the one she had just been through?

Only one way to find out. Smiling seductively at Linda, she let her hand slide down between her legs to touch her pussy lips with a gentle finger.

Oh yeah. She was ready for another go! Her body was so packed with hormones just from the way they’d been talking; there was absolutely nothing to derail her. Packed! With a sexual energy beyond anything she had ever experienced in her entire life.

“Linda dear” she whispered as she gently removed her fingertip, “I think we can try another go. Just be a little careful from the start. Think you can do that?”

“Yes Miss…” The girl now completely forgot Mary’s wish to use her real name only.

The dark head bent down, and Mary felt the soft tongue find its way into the wetness of the slit again. Just like the first time her body needed a few seconds to sense what was going on, and then the pleasure impacted like a glowing hot flush all over her. Blowing her away! Once again.

The almost unnoticeable feeling of soreness was gone almost immediately. Replaced by the glow of unparalleled passion. Incredible! This sexual energy really was an entirely new experience.

The tongue found a steady, surprisingly patient rhythm of light flicks back and forth under the base of her clit. For a moment it found one of the good spots, making her heart start racing again. But then it slipped a little too high, and started working right across the tip of her clit. That was a stimulation way too intense to be pleasant at this stage. First she tried to adjust by lifting her hips a little. But the tongue moved with her and stayed at the spot. She groaned almost in agony as she had to reach down and put a heavy hand on the girl’s head to get her lower. Linda immediately looked up at her with uncertainty in her eyes.

“Its… its OK dear… It’s just… just… Could you go just a little lower, please?” she stemmed in an attempt to explain her move somehow.

The girls responded by letting the sticky folds slide up along her face. Then she tried to resume her gentle tongue flicking again. But now she was way too low. Before Mary was able to try to do another adjustment, the girl found out by herself though, and came a little higher. A moment later she found a sensitive spot right above the urethra, and Mary sighed happily as the mouth heat spread out through her body again.

They lay like this for a while as the girl brought her lady up towards yet another peak. Mary let her hand play joyfully with the brown locks over the girl’s neck as her breathing got heavier and heavier. As her body started trembling and tensing, she noticed the girl reacting more or less the same way. As her belly tightened and she grasped the dark head in both hands, she felt the youngster shudder violently too.

Then the orgasm hit her with such force that she thought her body

Only at the last stage of her ecstasy did she calm down enough for the little darling to squeeze her way in between her legs and seal her hungry lips to her pussy again. Almost desperately. Like she had failed her most important duty. Mary could feel the tongue forcing its way in between her fingers in an attempt to find her clit, and quickly withdrew her hand. With a deep sigh she let herself slip over on her back as the girl nursed her through the lingering stages and down into a state of soul- draining exhaustion.

For a moment her head felt completely empty. Drained of every last quark of emotions, thoughts and energy. Some kind of ringing in her ears. A ringing feeling of happiness. Such enormous orgasms! So powerful they made everything she had ever experienced before feel like an hour at the dentists! Was it really possible that this was what she could expect every time they were together? From now on?!? The entire notion was too fantastic even to contemplate! Even though the youngster didn’t manage to stay with her all the way through this time. Even though she did a number of quite important mistakes. But all this would come with some training and experience. She had the talents, the enthusiasm and the passion that it took. That was the important thing for now. And it still had been a heck of a cum! No doubt about that. One of the best in her life!!

Oh how she loved that girl. She realised she would be as dependent on her as she felt the girl was on her. Or her mouth, to be more precise… her tongue. Her devotion. Her willingness to please. The tension and anticipation… the entire situation of the two of them together. Making love. A lifetime worth. From morning to evening… and far into the night. And into the fairy tale!

She was in a state of blissful slumber in the hot room. She had even stopped playing with the silky locks of the girl’s hair down there. If this continued she would end up falling asleep… and sleeping away the whole wonderful evening.

Linda lay almost motionless with her head on her belly, breathing deep and regularly. Maybe she already did fall asleep? A sleeping beauty… a hot little ting… a little slave girl tired from performing her duties for her mistress. The duty to make her feel good all the time. Feel great. Like the queen of queens. And didn’t she feel just fabulous?!?

Still – now when she was a little bit relaxed – there was this potential of improvement; the question of purely technical skills that could only be improved by training. Regular and systematic training. And it definitely was a technical thing. There was nothing to say about the enthusiasm, that’s for sure.

The girl was just wonderful! So consumed by her efforts to please. Small squeals of strained joy escaping her when she sensed her shuddering responses to her oral ministrations. But still, no matter how much she tried, she wasn’t able to stay on the right spots at the right time. When she was as overheated as she had been today, it really didn’t matter that much. She was ready to blow off like a firecracker as soon as the little strumpet got near her! The quest for the really top quality performance would come when her nerves were calmed and she would want the gentle, patient and relaxing stimulation that would keep her on a slow boil for hours. The kind of love she had actually been dreaming of most of all. The kind that they from obvious reasons hadn’t been even close to trying yet.

Just the thought of that – the image of herself in a chair enjoying a lemon drink and a full day of perfect oral service – set her crotch on fire once again. Incredible! It was like she had never had sexual relief at all! No risk of getting old too soon with this lifestyle!!

Her body called for even more sexual action, but there was still the matter of perfect service. She hadn’t actually planned to bring it up already the first evening, but she decided now was as good a time as any, actually.

“Linda dear…” she started, picking up a fair lock of dark hair again. “Are you sleeping?”

“Mmmmm nooo”. Without lifting her head, the girl caressed the incredibly soft skin of the belly under her cheek with light fingertips. “I was just thinking… dreaming. Feeling how happy I am. It’s soooo wonderful.”

“And yourself? Did you cum good as well?”

She sensed the girl’s body stiffen slightly, and for a moment she didn’t even breathe.

“I… I enjoyed most of all the way you had your pleasure. How I felt that you truly enjoyed it…”

Mary smiled. No answer this time either. Never when it came to her own needs. Clearly nothing the girl wanted to even touch in on.

OK; fine with her! She was quite selfish from nature, and if that was exactly what the girl liked….

“Is it OK if I ask you a question? Something I’ve been thinking of since the first time we met?”

Again a light tension in the girl’s body. Then she finally lifted her head from its soft cradle to meet her eyes.

“Of course miss! You know you can ask anything. Anything!”

I’m so glad darling, because I know you won’t take it the wrong way. And it truly is for our own mutual enjoyment. An even higher pleasure!”

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Stretched out spread eagle on the mattress, hands and feet tied to each corner post, I hear the door open. Footsteps echo on the hardwood floor and I crane my neck to ensure that I’m not mistaken. The panties stuffed in my mouth have long lost their flavor but I clamp down, drawing a tiny squirt of cold juice.

The sounds die midway down the hall and I listen carefully to discern the cause. Muffled voices, yes voices, through the closed door. Instructions perhaps?

Minutes pass and the house falls silent. Was I mistaken? Were the sounds only in my head? I rest my head back down, sucking on the damp material seeing if I can conjure anything new from them to occupy the time.

A squeak draws my eyes to the door and I watch it open. Yes, it is you and my lips curl upward. You step in and I see you are followed by another.

She looks slightly older than you, blonde and thin. Very stylist in her dress and she smiles at me, seeing my predicament. She’s not surprised by it as you’re obviously told her what to expect but seeing is always so different.

She remains by the entrance as you come to me. Sitting on the edge of the bed, your hand brushes a strand of hair from the side of my face. I look to your eyes but they betray nothing.

However, your lips are another matter. Lipstick dull and smeared, my eyes dart to her and I confirm her lips bear the same traces of recent passion. The quiet pause in the hall now explained.

“Open.”

My jaw falls and your fingers move along my chin on their way to my lips. They slowly free the wet mass from my mouth and I gulp fresh air as the last leaves me. You smile, watching me swallow and work the stiffness out of my face, before your soft lips stop my movements.

Kissing you with some difficulty. Savoring the warmth of your lips and tongue after the dead clamminess of my panties. Lifting my head to kiss you deeper as your fingers capture and pull a nipple.

You pull away, mouth and fingers at the same time, and I watch you retreat. My view shattered a moment later as you slap me across the face. Then my nipple is grasped again, tugged much harder and stretched painfully out.

With another smile you rise and release me. You go back to her and I see that our brief interlude had an effect on your friend. Her breasts, while smallish, are capped with points jutting out through her top.

You take her with one arm going around her back, the other cupping one of the excited breasts. Kissing her, I see mouths working and her muted grunt as your fingers treat her covered nipple to the same pinch and tug you gave mine.

The seconds drag on with you continuing to embrace her. Your bodies tight, her hands firmly on your ass pulling her crotch into yours. I watch you explore her mouth with yours until you make an offer of your tongue to her. She sucks it, making lewd wet sounds as she does.

You spin her around so she faces me with you behind her. Looking over istanbulescortbayanlar.com her shoulder at me, your fingers crawl at the sides of her hips and slowly draw the hem of her dress higher.

More of her long legs come into view and she raises her arms up and round your neck. Knowing that she is on display for me now, her eyes flash at me as her crotch is uncovered. A pair of flimsy peach colored panties cover her mound.

You whisper something to her and she takes hold of her dress, keeping it up so your hands are free. One moves forward and hides the silk from my view again. Not really hiding it, just rubbing her as you both watch me.

Fingers moving surely between her legs. Her eyes closing as she takes enjoyment from it. Your mouth at her ear, whispering again and drawing a smile to her face.

Her hips move now. Rocking with your fingers. I see your fingers curl up, pushing her panties into her as you masturbate her before me.

She issues a moan of regret as your fingers leave her. You raise them up and slip them between her lips where she sucks at them. Her lower lips sucking at the material you’ve pushed between them.

More whispers and you remove your fingers and step back from her. Her head turns trying to keep your digits between her lips but they pop free anyway. Then she turns back towards me and shimmies out of her panties.

She holds them out to you but you shake your head and nod at me. With a quick step, she is bedside and bending over me. I open and allow her to stuff them into my mouth.

Both wet and dry, she slowly feeds them to me. Giving me the wet crotch first, letting me taste her before her finger places all of them inside. Her fingers glance along my cheek as I close upon them and suck at her freshness.

A hand on my inner thigh and I look to see if you have joined us but no, its hers. My eyes dart to you and I see you have disrobed to just bra, panties and heels. Standing with a small smirk on your face, you watch us. Or rather, you watch her gain her first touch of me.

“My name is Barb,” her fingers tickling up my inner leg.

I’d spread but I’m already open. I’d answer but my mouth is full. So I just lay still and nod slightly.

“Her name is Jenny and she is a lovely fuck toy.”

You come towards us just as Barb’s fingers are above to reach my sex. Her hand is pulled away and you sit with her beside my prone body. Once again sharing a kiss with her, one that I see and hear up close.

“Get undressed while I beat my bitch ready for you.”

My eyes wide at your words. Mouth drawing greedily on the panties filling it. Suddenly self-consciently aware that I’m nude and oh so open and helpless before you.

Barb stands and moves out of sight behind you but I no longer have interest in her. Instead all my focus is on you as you kneel next to me.

“Did you expect her fingers here?”

Your’s flat on my pussy, rubbing it and causing me to moan in desire and pleasure.

“Yes mistress.”

“Yes huh?”

Fingers gone but not for long. Returning with a sting as you slap my pussy.

My hips raise up. Just in time for the next slap. A sharp sound of flesh on flesh fills the room.

With you above me, I shift my eyes to find your hand. Following the arc as it goes skyward before returning to slap my pussy. Just recovering from the sparks and flashes before my eyes to see the muscles of your shoulder pull it back again.

And again. And again.

The sharpness of the sound changing as my wetness flows, adding a liquid element as you make my lips red and puffy.

Several times you stop and rub your slick fingers on my face, pushing them into my mouth to refresh the taste of pussy in it. These pauses only bring the hot burning more to mind as the cool air surrounds me. You alternate slaps with fingering of me, probing my soaked folds and erect clit.

Barb appears behind you, moving closer for a better look. You sense her and turn your head. Without a word, she bends to you and your lips meet in a burst of passion.

“My…” Slap. “…bitch…” Slap. “…is almost…” SLAP. “…ready…” SSLLAPP.

I’m writhing on the bed, struggling at my bonds but finding no relief. Squirming at each new blow, the heat of my cunt searing as you spank my kitty. I’m sure my cunt is red and puffy but still you slap me.

And I’m begging you for more. The words lost in the material gagging me but you seem to understand them anyway. A smile at me as you delay and change the timing of the subsequent blows. Making me wait and anticipate them.

Then without a word of warning, you stand and pull Barb with you. Disappearing out the door. I cry out in desperation and need but it makes no difference.

Still the fire burns below, but now with no sign of relief. My body racks as I pull arms and legs that can’t move more than an inch or two. The rope cutting into my flesh as I do.

My ears strain for any sound or sign. But you’re too far away from the bedroom for me to make out what you are doing. The only sounds indistinct and distant.

My heart beating, pounding in my chest as I finally discern your return. You hold in your fists pop sickles, lemon is my guess by their color. Sitting down again beside me, you rub one along my lips. Its flavor mingling with the damp panties in my mouth and adding coolness. Yes, it is lemon.

Barb undoes the ties at my feet, gently caressing the rope-burned flesh, before taking one of the pop sickles from you. She sits down next to you, holding it but watching you with yours.

Pulling the frozen ice away, you run it down between my breasts and over my belly. I gasp loudly knowing its destination. But you delay again, painting my mound with it and not bringing it to the furnace between my legs.

You lean down and kiss me. Your tongue pushing my lips apart so you can gather the panties in your teeth. Drawing them out of me, again allowing me to suck in fresh air.

Sitting up and turning, you bring the relief I crave. Frozen ice giving way to streams of sticky wet. You coat me completely with it, looking up at my face from time to time as you do.

You look again to Barb and she immediately rejoins you. You hold the half-melted pop sickle to her and she opens and sucks at it. Licks at it. Tongues it. As if a cock she takes it.

Soon it is finished and you take the other from her. My pussy is again burning, the relief from the first pop finished. And I think you will give me more with the second but you have other ideas.

Ideas you must have shared with Barb as she takes hold of my ankles and pulls my legs to my chest. The ice on my clit makes me shriek as you push at it. The freeze moves down between my lips but doesn’t stop until it reaches my asshole.

My rosebud already wet, sticky from the first pop, you twist and turn the tip at me. My heat making it melt, you don’t waste time and I feel you push it forward. Piercing me with it.

“Oh my god…”

The ice turning into slush into liquid but not before creating a new fire within me. The frozen fire so different from that burning my puffy pussy lips. The frozen shaft stabbing my insides before melting away.

When I think I can’t possibly take any more, you withdraw the twisted remains clinging to the stick. As with the first, it is devoured by Barb’s willing mouth.

My hips roll from side to side on the bed. Whimpering in my burning, only needing one or two well placed slaps to push me over the edge to the orgasm that awaits me. But I see no rush in you that indicates it will be granted.

Barb looks down at me, still holding my ankles in each hand. You’re behind her again and I see your fingers find and pull and twist her nipples out towards me. Your mouth at her ear, I think to whisper again, but this time you speak loudly enough for me to hear.

“Go ahead. Enjoy her now.”

You release her breasts and she moves straight to my calf. Kissing and licking her way down it. I’m panting with lust and pent up need as our eyes meet. Watching Barb’s wet pink tongue as it touches the tender spot where knee meets thigh.

Then one long lick and she is at me. Pushing my legs wide as she face is buried in my sex. I’m crying out but the words are lost even though I’m uttering them. Her tongue magic on my aching flesh.

A shot of electricity as she sucks on my clit. Then the current zags downward as her tongue goes between my folds. I hear her sucking, feeling her licking, boring her tongue deep inside me.

Her hands push my legs back up and she’s at my ass, Rimming me then sucking, sucking, sucking. Drawing out the sticky mess in my ass.

I’m crying as I cum. Flooding her and the bed. Feeling a long finger probe into my ass as her mouth returns to my pussy.

She starts to lick me tenderly, helping me ease down from the heights of my orgasm, and I see you pull her face back. Showing me the sticky mess of her face.

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(((Note: All Characters in the following story are based on real people in my life, however it is not a true story. All the character’s names are changed. All of the following characters are over 18. This story is about humiliation and a person with a Napoleon Complex, so to speak. If sph isn’t your thing, move on.)))

Hi, it’s Tim again, I’m still living at my aunt’s house with my cousin Jon. About a month ago I went on a date with my old friend Zoey. Since then I have come to learn that the length of my penis is below average. It was a really embarrassing date, and no matter what I do, I keep thinking about it. When I’m alone in my room, I get out a ruler and measure myself. As if to check and see if I had gotten any bigger. Obviously I don’t and it just makes me think about it more and more.

Last Sunday, my Aunt Deborah asked me to help her do laundry, so her and I were in the laundry room, I was putting in a load of whites and she was folding my delicates. I noticed she was wearing more revealing clothing than usual, and I was almost certain she had no bra on.

She disrupted the silence, “So, how has school been?”

“Uh, good,” I said

“Are your classes hard this semester?”

“No, I’m just taking Introduction to Art and Photo II.”

“Make any new friends at school?” she continued.

“Yeah a few,” I didn’t want to talk, so I tried giving her the shortest possible responses.

“Did you get a new girlfriend?” she asked

“No, why?”

“Well I just thought I remembered you going on a date with some girl named Zoey about a month ago. I thought maybe the two of you were still going out,” she said.

“No, we aren’t going out.”

“Oh, what happened? You seemed really happy when you said you were going to meet her,” she kept on pestering.

” I don’t know. We just aren’t going out anymore.”

“Have you met any other girls?” she asked.

“No, not really,”

“You know, you’ll never meet girls if you don’t try to talk to them. Have you tried?” she kept on.

“Yeah, sort of,” I said

“Well, are you gay?”

“What?! Jesus, Aunt Deborah,”

“Well? Are you?” she asked.

“No! I’m just not going out with anyone at the moment. Sheesh.”

“Well, I just thought because you never bring any girls home. It seems like Jon is bringing a new girl home every week.”

“Why do you always have to compare me to Jon?” I asked.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I know it’s not fair to compare you to him. It must be tough living in his shadow all the time. And believe it or not I know how it feels to be single and lonely. Do you know how long I’ve been divorced from your Uncle Ben?” she said with a lonely look in her eye.

I responded, “No”

“It’s been almost 10 years… a very long time for Aunt Deborah.” She sometimes refers to herself in the 3rd person. “That means I’ve gone almost 11 years without intercourse.”

“Ew, Stop,” I said.

“Oh, quit being such a baby. Just because you’re a virgin doesn’t mean I can’t talk about sex in front of you.” It stung to hear that from my Aunt in her 50’s.

“I’m not a virgin,” I lied.

“Don’t lie to me, little Timmy; you make it too obvious. Everyone can see you’re a virgin,” she snapped back. “You act like such a little boy… unlike your uncle. I remember back in the day your Uncle used to really give it to me. How I miss the feel of a real man… his scent, his forcefulness. Oh Timmy, I want that feeling again.”

After what she had said I could feel my cock starting to erect itself, but I didn’t want my Aunt to know, edirne escort “Aunt Deborah? You’re starting to gross m–“

She cut me off, “Timmy, I know you could be that man. Please Timmy, I haven’t been with a man in so long. And I know you want it too. You’ll probably never get another chance to be with a woman.” She had a weird look in eye now. She looked hungry.

I tried to reason with her, “Aunt Deborah, this is wrong. We’re related.”

She started to get mad. “Stop being such a pussy and take me like a real man. You are a real man, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I don’t know about this.” My dick was now at full mast.

“Timmy, I didn’t want to have to do this, but if you don’t come here and fuck me right now, you will not be permitted to live here anymore.” Holy crap, she was serious, and how could I deny I wanted it when I had a raging hard-on?

“Fine Aunt Debby, I’ll do it,” I admitted defeat.

“Take me Timmy,” she demanded, before she immediately turned around, bent over and pulled down her skirt to reveal big purple granny panties with what might have been a skid mark. I didn’t get a good look because the panties were pulled down as well in a split second to reveal my Aunt Deborah’s chubby, cottage cheese ass-cheeks. I pulled down my sweatpants and my boxers, and out sprang my eager little 4 and a half inch member. Luckily, she was not looking back to see my under-sized manhood, so I shuffled up to her and spread her butt- cheeks with my hands. I was disappointed to find she had not been accustomed to shaving, as her blonde pubes really redefined what a “bush” is. I quickly slipped my penis into her and started thrusting.

After a few seconds, my Aunt said, “What are you doing? Quit fooling around and put it in.”

I said, ” I’m trying,” and then started thrusting even harder.

“Don’t be shy Timmy, just stick it in.” she said.

“It is in, Aunt Debby, I swear.” I was starting to understand what was happening. My Aunty couldn’t feel my penis, because it wasn’t big enough. I felt my heart sink into my stomach, and I realized she was going to look back and see my penis.

Right on cue, she turned around to see what was wrong. She looked down, “Oh, Timmy, it’s so small…. are you cold?”

I let out a sigh, “No”

“Then that’s the normal size of your penis?” She asked

I answered, “Yes Aunt Deborah.”

“You poor little thing; it looks as if you never hit puberty. I can’t say I’m surprised though; you’ve always been playing catch-up with other boys in school, physically. It seems fitting that you’re… well… not well-endowed. This is why you and Zoey aren’t seeing each other anymore isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I said. Once again, I was getting that terrible feeling in my stomach that I was getting with Zoey. How humiliating to hear this coming from my own aunt. I lowered my head down in shame and began to sulk. My loving Aunt Deborah put her hand on my head and spoke.

“Don’t feel bad little Timmy, not everyone can have a man sized penis like your older cousin Jon. Who knows, you’re still young; maybe it’ll get a little bigger.” She put her left hand on my shoulder, and used just the fingertips of her right hand to slowly massage the sensitive head of my penis.

“But what if it doesn’t, Aunty?” I whimpered.

“If it doesn’t, then you’ll have to learn to accept it. Afterall there are lots of men out who have to live with a small penis everyday. There’s a very good chance you will be one of those men. I think it’s time to stop sulking, and learn how to use what you’ve got,” She looked at me sternly. cansoc.org I couldn’t look her in the eye so I looked down at my feet. She put her finger under my chin and raised my head so I was looking back at her. “Would you still like to have sex with me?”

I slowly said, “Yes.”

“Good,” she said and then she led me to her room. Once inside she got on her bed; hands and knees, ready for doggystyle. I approached her getting prepared to put in her for the second time when she stopped me to say, “Would you like to do it in my ass instead?”

“Won’t I get your poop on my dick?” I asked inquisitively.

She looked at me as if I was being naive, and didn’t know what I was talking about. She then said, “No, not really. If you do we can always wash it off later.”

“Well, alright I guess I’ll try it.” I said, and then I put myself in position to penetrate her. Once there I put the head of my penis, which was now dripping pre-cum, on the opening of her anus. Her hole looked like little pink puckered up lips ready to eat my cock in one bite.

I pushed in slowly. Her ass was a lot tighter then the vagina I had previously encountered. My aunt said, “Ooh, I can feel you now, Timmy. Stick that little thing inside me.”

Being that this was my first time I wildly began humping her. I thought she would yell or at least moan from the pleasure and pain, like I had seen in all the internet porn I had watched, but she did neither. She didn’t seem effected by my humping, so I tried thrusting into her as hard as I could.

She said cooly, ” Pace yourself Timmy, you don’t want prematurely ejaculate, do you?”

I said in between hip movements, “Can you feel me, Aunt Deborah? I’m fucking you.” I must’ve sounded clumsy.

“Yes, Timmy I can see you’re trying very hard to fuck me. You’re doing a great job.” She said with no emotion in her voice.

“Well why aren’t you screaming or moaning?” I asked now slowing my pace to talk.

“Because I’m a fully grown woman, Timmy, and I need a descent sized cock to bring me to an orgasm. But you’re doing great with what you have,” she said. I increased my pace once again. After a couple seconds I heard a strange gurgling sound, and my aunt announced, “Oh my stomach feels weird. Must be the eggs I ate earlier”

I asked, “Are you okay?” without stopping my continuous thrusts.

“I’ll be fine,” she said. I didn’t think anything else of it, and carried on what I was doing. About 10 seconds later, I heard my Aunt’s stomach gurgled again and then my sweet old Aunty let out the meanest, loudest fart on me. The fart produced such an intense sensation on my penis, it made me cum almost instantly.

She apologized, “Good lord, I’m so sorry Timmy. I didn’t mean to pass gas on you. You poor little thing, you were right inside me too.” I was embarrassed that I had prematurely ejaculated again, but was too distracted by the foul stench that quickly consumed the room. Her fart was so potent I couldn’t stop smelling it. It smelled like one of my cousin, Jon’s farts. He used to cut the nastiest farts on me while I was asleep. I guess I know where he got it from

“Umm… Aunt Deborah?” I said

“What is it Timmy?”

“I came when you farted on me… I didn’t mean to. It was an accident.” I told her

“Oh Timmy. I know you didn’t mean to, it’s okay baby. It must be really hard to control yourself when you’ve never made love before, huh?”

“I’m sorry, Aunt Debby.” I said

She pulled my head into her bosom as if I was crying, which I wasn’t and put her arms around my back and said, “Don’t be sorry baby boy. Every boy prematurely ejaculates at some point. It’s not your fault your body hasn’t fully developed.” Then she moved one of her hands down and began gently massaging my butt cheeks.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No of course not Timmy,” her fingers now slipping slowly between my cheeks. “Your body just responded the way any little boy’s would.” Her pointer finger was now rubbing on my anus softly, which felt strangely arousing. “If a growing young man like yourself, craves something it’s not used to, but the sensation is too much to handle, his body will involuntarily release.” Then her finger entered my booty hole, sending shivers up my spine.

I began to ask, “Aunt Deborah, what a–“

“Shhh, Timmy. Don’t talk.” She interrupted as her finger penetrated deeper into my butt until it was all the way to the hilt. She looked me directly in the eyes, then she pulled her finger out slowly. Once all the way out, she began the process over again, slowly penetrating then pulling out. After few times of her doing this I realized she wasn’t going to stop, and I didn’t mind. A minute later, she began to pick up the pace, always remaining gentle about it.

“Do you like that Timmy?” She asked in a whisper,

“It feels weird Aunt Debby,” I admitted.

“Lay on my lap like this,” she said signifying how I should lay

So I laid with my stomach on her lap, face down. My rear end was poked in the air, and I looked I was going to get spanked by my aunt. I actually thought she might spank me, but instead she patted my bottom and said, “Good boy.” Then, once again she stuck her finger in me, in and out. However, this time, her finger felt bigger, and it hurt more, and she was fingering me at a faster pace then before.

She cooed, “You like that don’t you. That’s right Timmy, savor it. Close your eyes.” I did as I was told and closed them. “Are they closed? That’s a good boy. Take it, Timmy, take it like a cock. A real cock. Do you like it?”

A stifled, “Yes,” was all I could manage to get out.

“Of course you like it, Timmy. Pretend it’s a thick juicy cock, slamming you like a two-bit whore.” I noticed there were 2 fingers in me, explaining why it felt thicker. Her pace was at an all-time high now, and rough too. I could feel a strange sensation of ecstasy creeping up in my ass, and it caused my soft penis to slowly erect against my aunt’s leg, which she felt. “Uh-oh, does little Timmy have another stiffy already? You like it when your aunty finger fucks your virgin ass, don’t you? God, you’re so eager.”

Then she stopped very suddenly, pulled her fingers out and put them in front of my closed mouth. “Open,” she demanded. I obeyed, and in went her two fingers covered in my booty smell. It tasted gross, needless to say. I gagged and was about to throw up until she pulled them out. “That’s a good boy. I knew you would like that.”

I got up and looked around, not sure what to do next. My aunt looked at me and saw that I was confused. “Oh, Timmy, we’re done now. You can throw your clothes back on. But probably you should take a shower first.”

I started picking my clothes up off the ground and pleaded, “Aunt Deborah, can we do this again, please?”

“Hahaha, you really are eager aren’t you? Of course we can Timmy, I’ll be around. But no one can know about this, or it’s over. Okay?”

“Okay,” I answered

“Good, now get some sleep Timmy, you’ve got class tomorrow.”

I listened to her and took a shower. I still had a hard-on, so I masturbated in the shower to Zoey. My dick was sore after cumming twice in such a short period of time. After my shower, I was tired, so I got in bed and replayed what had just happened in my mind over and over until I fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Author’s Note : This is a follow-up to ‘Denny’s Mom’

* * * * *

After making love to his mother, Denny felt like he was quite a lothario. He seemed to have the natural ability to bed and please women that all men wished that they could have. His mother and he started a passionate yet secret love affair.

Although she knew that it was taboo, she had allowed herself to become her own son’s sex slave. She couldn’t seem to get enough. Before making love to her son she thought that she had an acceptable sex drive. She and Dennis’ father made love a couple of times a week but now she seemed to be in heat all the time. Now she found herself taking ridiculous risks in order to satiate her new needs.

One night she could hardly wait until Dennis’ father had drifted off to sleep. Then she snuck down the hall and into her son’s room. Once there she threw off her nightgown and exposed her womanly charms to the one person that she shouldn’t – her own son. Dennis in turn reversed their roles. He became the adult and she became the obedient child.

That night Dennis told his mother to sit in the chair opposite his bed and to spread her legs and play with herself. While she was doing this he sat on the edge of his bed playing with his growing organ. At first his mother hadn’t been able to take her eyes off her son’s dick but soon she became so aroused that her own pending orgasm took over. Her eyes closed and she caressed her tender, sensitive breasts while she shoved fingers in and out of her pussy.

As she was basking in her first orgasm of the night, her son, Dennis, crossed over to where she was sitting and stood with his glistening organ inches from her mouth. He continued stroking his manhood until his mother finally opened her eyes. Once finally able to focus, she licked her lips and asked him if all this was for her.

Without waiting for an answer, she stuck her tongue out and licked the little drop of pre-cum from the purple head. This elicitated a groan from her son and his legs started to buckle. Before he could fall, his mother had grabbed his balls with one hand and placed her free hand behind his ass-cheeks. All the while looking up into her handsome son’s face, she pulled his body towards her face, accepting his organ into her waiting mouth.

The pleasure was immense and Dennis groaned in appreciation. Slowly he worked his prick in and out of her warm receptacle. Gradually more and more of his 8 inch cock disappeared. His mother lathered his shaft with her saliva which made it easier to accommodate. Each time Dennis would pull back she would rotate her hand around its length and then help guide it back in. She could tell by Dennis’ groans that he was not going to be able to last much longer and she was getting turned on just by knowing that her own son was going to cum in her mouth.

She started to finger herself hoping to bring herself to orgasm at the same time as her son. Closer and closer they both came. Finally she knew that Dennis was about to blow his load into her mouth. For some unaccountable reason she felt the need to swallow as much of his cock as possible and not to allow any of her son’s semen to escape. Accordingly she forced her gag reflexes to relax and pulled his buttocks fully into her face.

She thought she heard herself telling him to fuck her face but in the excitement realized it was Dennis who was announcing his intentions.

“I’m fucking your face, Mom! I’m going to cum in your mouth! When I cum I want you to swallow every drop like a good little cunt!”

She still didn’t understand his need to talk to her like that but she once again found the language stimulated her even more in a perverted sort of way. Finally she realized that his cock was almost totally inside her mouth. His first stream of cum splashed against the back of her throat and almost made her panic but she was able to get herself under control right away. It was fortunate for her that she did because she couldn’t have done anything any way because Denny had grabbed her by the back of her head and was holding it like it was in a vise.

She knew enough to relax and that once he had shot most of his semen into her throat he would relax his grip. She knew by now that he liked to spray his last spasms onto her tongue while he watched. This is exactly what he did and after getting her breath back she was able to tease the last few drops out with her tongue.

Once she released his cock she took it and wiped it across her lips and down onto her 36 inch chest. Her nipples remained hard from her own excitement and stood out prominently while she rubbed his now semi-flaccid cock over them. This tactile assault on Denny’s penis had the desired effect and it started to harden again in her grasp.

She placed it between her breasts and proceded to squeeze it with her tits. Denny smiled down at this wanton act and started to tit-fuck his mother. The valley was well-lubricated and each time its purple bursa escort head popped out from the valley, Denny’s mother would lick it with the tip of her tongue.

While she was doing this, Denny reached back behind him down to her crotch and toyed with her clitoris. After several minutes of this he could feel his mother start to drive herself up and into his hand as she came again.

“Fuck me Dennis! Fuck your Mother! I need my son’s hot cock in my pussy! Do me Denny! Stick it in me and shoot your lovely cum into your mother’s waiting cunt!”

Dennis turned her over until she was spreadeagled on the floor beside his bed. He pushed her knees apart and moved into position. “Spread your cunt lips, Mom” he ordered and when she did he pushed his rock hard cock deep within her cunt. She groaned from the invasion but soon the two got into a harmonious rhythm. While the walls of her vagina were squeezing his cock he reached under and toyed with her clitoris. She came again but he continued to drive his shaft in and out as she squeeled in delight.

The moisture seeping out of her hole ran down into the little brown bud just below. This was not lost on her son and he started to insert his forefinger past the sphincter muscle very slowly. Pulling his slimy penis out of her vagina with a plop he placed the tip at the entrance to her anus.

“Dennis! It’ll hurt! Please don’t stick it in there!”

Ignoring her pleading, the boy started to gently push his shaft into her bum-hole. She groaned and pleaded but he was not to be denied. A final push and he was entirely in her ass. She bit her lip trying to keep from screaming knowing that her husband was just down the hall. Wouldn’t that be a scene for him to walk in on? His wife spread out on the floor of his son’s bedroom with his son’s cock buried right to the hilt in his wife’s asshole.

He held his cock still for just as a second so that his mom could get used to its size. “God Mom! Your asshole is so fucking tight! I’m not going to last much longer!” With that he started the fucking rhythm again but this time she joined in. She felt like she was being split in two but gradually started to enjoy the depravity of it all.

“Fuck my ass, Son! Drive that rock hard dick of yours as deep as you can! Cum for mama!”

That was all Dennis needed to hear to finish him off and he arched his head back and made one final stab deep into her bowels. “HERE…ITTT.. CUMSSSS.. MOM! I’M.. CUMMMMINGGG!!!” The release of his seed into his mother’s ass was earth-shaking and he came so loudly that when he collapsed on his mother’s back he wondered if his father had heard. Would he come running into the bedroom to discover them?

Both mother and son would have held their breath if they weren’t both gasping for air after their intense orgasms. Fortunately for them, the man in the next bedroom was such a sound sleeper. However, they were both nervous now and after a quick hug and a kiss, they separated with Denny crawling exhausted into his bed while his mother forced herself to her feet and shuffled laboriously to the john. Her asshole was still open and her son’s cum was dribbling out of the opening.

The next morning they promised each other that they would not attempt to fornicate when the father was in the house. It was too big a risk. This however did not keep them from establishing a regular routine of fucking and sucking at every opportunity.

Quite often after giving Mr. Mitchell his good-bye kiss as he left for work, Mrs. Mitchell would rush back up stairs to awaken Dennis. Even though she knew that she should be leaving soon to arrive in time to coach her girl’s high school basketball team, her lust for her son would win out over her common sense. Because he had no early morning classes at the local college, Dennis was able to sleep in most mornings. That started to change.

Denny’s mom would climb into bed with him, reach for his young cock and start to wank it. Many mornings it was hard before she even touched it and she marvelled at the size of it. She couldn’t control herself and would lower her head to his crotch and start to suck on it while fingering herself. Dennis would awaken and marvel at the erotic scene unfolding in front of him. He would lie back, place his arms behind his head and watch his cock disappear into his pretty mother’s mouth. What a way to wake up!

Before long he would feel himself losing control and warn her that he was about to cum. If she was in a particular hurry she would try to spread her lips wide enough that she could devour his whole shaft knowing that when he came his jism would shoot down her throat. If she had more time, she would pull his spewing cock out and let him cum on her face and tits and then clean herself up.

She would jump up, kiss him soulfully and head off to school leaving him to go back to sleep. The soulful kiss bothered Dennis slightly because he wasn’t too enraptured to taste his own cum but çanakkale escort he wasn’t about to stop his mother from this new almost daily ritual.

On mornings that she didn’t have a practise she would undress and have him make love to her. As much as she liked this, she hated the rush to shower afterwards and would barely get to school in time to cover her first period class. Once there she would reminisce about the morning’s activities and wonder if any of her students or colleagues were aware of what she had just done. She could still taste and smell her son on her. Could they?

The sudden change in her school arrival time was not lost on her best friend and co-coach, Barbara Hoey. Teachers are prone to routine and Barbara noticed that Janet Mitchell, whom she had known for years, was arriving later and later and sometimes even seemed dishevelled which was not like her.

Barbara would have confronted Janet except that Janet seemed incredibly happy. Was it possible that Janet was having sex before coming to school? This seemed impossible since she knew that Ben Mitchell had to be at his job at 8 a. m. sharp so it couldn’t be him. Was Janet having an affair? Was that possible? What other reason could there be that would explain the sudden tardiness, the dishevelled clothes but more importantly the satisfied glow that she displayed.

Just thinking that her friend might be having an illicit affair conjured up some erotic visions of her own. As attractive as she was, Barbara had not been able to find a man who could satisfy her needs. Most of her male friends were teachers and while they satisfied her emotionally, none of them had been able to satisfy her sexually. Barbara could feel her nipples becoming hard and the walls of her vagina becoming wet just from what she was imagining. If she hadn’t had a first period class to teach she would have locked herself in the washroom and masturbated.

As her senior Math class filed in, she found herself gazing longingly at the firm butts and tight pants of the boys. She thought to herself, “If only I weren’t their teacher, I might be tempted to ravish one or more of them right now. ”

Giggling to herself, she closed the door and went inside to try to get her mind back on track. “I’m going to have to do something drastic if things don’t pick up for me real soon. ”

Later that day, she was surprised when Dennis appeared at her door. She had just grabbed her purse and was on her way to finally look after her needs. The change in his appearance in just one year was incredible. She had watched the boy grow from an infant into a pleasant looking teenager. In fact she had been his teacher here at Nelson High just last year. The change in his physical stature over just one year was phenomenal. He had become a young hunk.

She admired the bulge at the front of his blue jeans and noticed the muscular shoulders and biceps. If he wasn’t Janet’s son and an ex-student, she might have been tempted to seduce him right there in her classroom. God she was so horny and this young boy/man exuded sex from every pore. Fortunately for her, Dennis broke the awkward silence by asking where his mother might be right now as she wasn’t in the gym where she was Head of Girls’ Phys. Ed..

Checking her watch, Barbara asked if he had checked the store room as a new supply of gym equipment had arrived yesterday. Perhaps she was checking inventory and putting the new equipment away.

Thanking her, Denny, who had also been checking out his former teacher, complimented her on her ravishing appearance and wondered how he had been able to concentrate in her Math class last year. Then he blushed because he remembered how he used to always get a boner when she would sit at the front on her desk and cross her legs. All the guys would try as hard as possible to conceal their uncomfortable erections from her and their classmates.

Even though she had baby-sat for him when he was younger, Dennis had always been in love with her. After he had gotten too old for her to baby-sit he would hang around the house to see her whenever he knew she was coming over to see his mother. In fact, he had even called her Auntie Barb until he was placed in her Senior Math class. Then it was strictly Miss Hoey.

Her very prominent chest seemed to swell with pride as she accepted the accolade. “Why Dennis, you little rascal, if I didn’t know you better I’d swear you were flirting with this old lady. ” With that she slid her hands down her tight blue skirt and smoothed out an invisible wrinkle.

“You’re certainly not old and maybe I am, ” he cheekily responded.

Feeling very bold, Barbara, licked her lips and said sexily, “Be careful, young man, you might find yourself with more than you can handle. “

Suddenly the space between the two of them seemed incredibly small and she thought for a second that she had gone too far. He leaned forward and she thought that he was going didim escort to kiss her.

Both of them were at a loss for words. Suddenly there was an air of sexual tension and apprehension. The arrival of Mr. Jones, one of the vice-principals broke the spell.

Mr. Jones’ eyes never left Miss Hoey’s chest when he informed Dennis that he had just seen his mother going into the gym storage room. With an embarassed cough, Dennis thanked him, waved good-bye to his former teacher/babysitter and quickly left the doorway to go and see his mother.

While hurrying along the hall, he wondered if he had imagined Miss Hoey’s interest. But then why would a woman with a body like hers ever be interested in him? If he could get her to see how good he had become at fucking and sucking then maybe she might be but that wasn’t going to happen. Or was it? A plan started to form just as he spotted his mother stretching up on tippy-toes to reach one of the higher cupboards.

Although he had only come to the school to borrow some gas money, the flirtation with Miss Hoey and now the erotic sight of his mother’s muscular legs had caused him to have a raging hard-on that needed to be released.

Forcing himself to keep from ravaging his mother right there and then, Dennis retreated to her office and dialed Miss Hoey’s room number. At first he wondered if she was even in her room when she answered breathlessly after the fifth ring. He did his best to disguise his voice. “Miss Hoey, Mrs. Mitchell would like your assistance checking the new basketballs in the store room. She wants to know if you could meet her there in 10 minutes. ”

When she answered in the affirmative he knew that the first stage of his impromptu plan was under way. Now for the next step.

Quietly entering the store room, Dennis snuck up behind his mother and fondled her firm ass.

“What the…?”she screamed in surprise. Her look of horror was quickly replaced when she recognized her son’s youthful grin.

Not giving her a chance to say no, Dennis wrapped his mother in his arms and started to kiss her passionately while his hands caressed her chest and buns. She struggled initially but was soon overwhelmed with her own desire.

“Denny, we can’t! Not here! Someone will catch us!”

“Relax, Mom. I locked the doors!” he lied. He backed his mother up against the cabinets and rubbed his groin against hers all the while feeling her up. She tried to resist fearing the shame of being caught but her resolve was weakening. Dennis knew where to touch and what to kiss and nibble on. Soon he had pulled her cute little tennis skirt off and was working on her matching panties when he thought he heard someone entering the store room.

His mother was too engrossed in the first of her orgasms to notice anything peripheral.

“Take my cock out mom!”he ordered. With that he forced her to her knees. “Let me see your tits Mom!” Without waiting, Dennis pulled her tank top over her head. Looking down at her exposed chest made him realize that even at her age she still had a chest that matched most of the young women that he had seen. His young cock stood straight out from his body and she opened her lips and drew him into her mouth greedily.

While she would love to have let him fuck her she was deathly afraid of getting caught so she resigned herself to giving her son this blow-job so that it would tide him over until that evening. She threw herself into the not unpleasing task of draining his seed from his balls.

The sound that Dennis thought he had heard was Barbara Hoey blindly walking in to this obscene spectacle. At first she thought she was walking in on two students. Just as she was about to expose them and put an end to their lascivious behaviour, she recognized the boy’s voice. “My God, it’s Dennis!” she mused but what was that he was saying? “Did he say ‘take my cock out MOM’? Was that even possible?”

Convincing herself that what she had heard was a girl’s name like Mona or something like that, she decided to try to see who the girl was. The girl’s face was hidden from her vantage point but she could tell by his profile that it was indeed her former student Dennis. Again she heard him plead with the girl to let him see her tits and again it sounded like he said ‘MOM’. Keeping as quiet as possible Barbara crossed the aisle to stand behind some cartons so that her vantage point was better.

Then she heard the female’s voice for the first time and she opened her mouth in shock when she heard, “Fuck my face, Denny! Shoot your cum into your mother’s mouth before we get caught!”

Barbara was aghast. This was disgusting! She would put a stop to this right away! How could a mother suck her son off like that. This was her best friend! She never would have believed that Janet would do such a thing!

Then something weird happened to her just as she was about to step out into the open and expose them. She found herself suddenly excited. The very thought of incest would ordinarily have revolted her but seeing her best friend doing it right in front of her had a strangely perverse effect on her. She remained in her hiding place and watched her friend of many years orally servicing her own son.

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“Sweet, delicious, pomegranate juice”

(All characters are over 18 years old)

I had an amazing dream today. I dreamt Russell gave me pomegranate juice, and he gave it to me the same way that a cow gives milk. But why did he give me? by eyes? by mouth?? or… it’s really… he gave me juice… by… penis…??? I’m very embarrassed by this thought… but it was so pleasant to drink that pomegranate juice Russell gave me.

The sun shines brightly out the window. I got out of bed and thought what to wear. I opened Russell’s closet and put on his dark blue wide cardigan. I made delicious fried eggs for Russell, but he is still asleep. I go to him, gently kiss his face and stroke his hair and face, and he woke up. I smiled at him and said gently:

“Good morning, Russell…”

He answered with a smile:

“Good morning…”

And he thought: I’m so happy… I wake up, and in front of my eyes the face of my beloved girl, and I hear her quiet and soft voice…

He started kissing me, he hugged me and lay with me in his arms. He said:

“You’re so beautiful, Marina… but you don’t have to wear ordu escort my old worn cardigan…”

He grabbed the cardigan cut with his fingers and began to pull it down, and my breasts climbed out.

“Ah!”

I was very embarrassed about what he did and I said:

“I just had nothing to wear this morning…”

And he answered with a smile:

“I guessed”

And he gently kissed me and got up.

Russell ate breakfast, he liked it very much. Then I made the bed, and soon he asked me to make pomegranate juice. And I suddenly remembered that morning dream, and I was very embarrassed. I made juice for him and we drank it. I was very ashamed to look him in the eye while I was drinking and later he went on important business.

I wanted to do something good for Russell, and I started tidying up and washing the floors. Then I put his clothes in the washing machine, his shirt was the last. I’m clutching his shirt to me, rubbing up against it, and smelling it. His shirt smells so sweet… I enjoyed this smell… And now I started ironing his clothes. Probably Russell will be very delighted rize escort when he will see that everywhere is so clean and beautiful, I thought while I ironed his trousers. Then I tried to cook vegetable soup, it seems that I did it well! I’m so glad I want him to eat this soup with his sensual mouth…

Evening came and Russell came home. He was so surprised when he saw everything so clean, and at the same moment he smelled a smell of some food, it was soup. He went into the kitchen, I smiled at him and said:

“Hello, Russell! While you weren’t home, I decided to make you a nice surprise!”

And he answered that he was pleasantly surprised and thanked me:

“It is so unexpected and pleasant after work to see how my home has become clean and to smell a smell of home-made food. Thank you!”

We sat down at the table. He said:

“I haven’t eaten home food for years, the last time I ate it in my childhood.”

He’s starting to taste soup. I’m so worried, after all, it’s my first soup. And he said:

“It’s delicious”

I’m glad he liked it! And then we continued to eat soup.

Later, sakarya escort me and Russell were in his bedroom. We sat on his bed, hugged and kissed, he sometimes caressed my back and my buttocks. And all of a sudden, he threw me down on the bed and started undressing me, it’s so embarrassing… Then I started undressing him and it’s very embarrassing… and we caressed each other… after that, he sat down, took me to his knees and… put his penis in me???!! what? sex in another position??! We sat face to face, I hugged him by the neck and started moving my hips. and at that time, we sometimes kissed… what sweet feelings…

“ah!”

Suddenly he grabbed my legs, picked up the lower part of my body, and he kneeled, and now he’s moving. I was pleasantly excited by the change of pose…

“aah!!”

He changed his pose again!! Now I lie and he still sits on his knees but leaned slightly and holds my legs. what deep penetration… so deeply… He spins his pelvis, how pleasant…

“ah… aah… Russell… aaah!!”

And now – missionary position. and, as always, I felt hot and sweet orgasm… and then I realized that Russell is very experienced sexual partner and he knows how to give unforgettable pleasure in sex…

He began to experience orgasm too and then he ejaculated into me.

And I gradually became Russell’s cohabitant.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

This story series was written as a collaboration with my wonderful friend Sleth.

Thank you for all the fun we had! Couldn’t have done this without you.

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It was a warm summer day in Stormwind. The white stone from which the towers and walls were built shone in the sunlight and the running water of the canals hummed calmly. The heat was almost unbearable, and his fur did him no favors. But he didn’t mind, he was sitting under an apple tree, chewing on the fresh fruit and observing all the young girls passing by in light dresses that embraced their curvy figures. It was a calm moment that he wanted to savor.

They looked so good. The sitting worgen shifted because of how tight his pants became just from looking at them. They wouldn’t look at him and, when they did, it was with either disdain or, at best, curiosity. Every human girl was well-aware of the dangers of getting too close to a cursed worgen after all, so they didn’t, but they still looked so good…

Reilly wished he could have just shifted back to his human form. That’s what all of the worgen living in Stormwind did, stay in their human forms, but Reilly… had always had trouble with that. Maybe it was because he had been a worgen from a very young age or maybe there was just something wrong with him, but whenever he stayed in human form for too long it just… didn’t work. He felt uncomfortable, weak, and ended up shifting back without even meaning to soon enough.

Maybe if he could stay as a human they’d spare him a few extra glances. Reilly still doubted it’d even change anything, though. If he did change back though, then he wouldn’t be able to properly appreciate it anyway. The humans didn’t know what they were missing. When Reilly sniffed in their direction, with the wind against his face bringing him their scent, he could smell so much. Their feminine scents, the hints of

delicacy that was unique to those girls. It sparked up his imagination, made his pants even tighter. He couldn’t be with them, but he could smell them, imagine it. Before he took the next bite of his apple, he gave it a lick. It tasted sweet, as sweet as he imagined that…

A jolt of pain shot through his body and his eyes shot wide open. Being stirred awake, the first thing he felt was a dull pain spreading in his stomach. As the shock and panic subsided, they were replaced by a sickening feeling of moist ground and damp air.

“Get up, wretch, you slept long enough.”

The rough voice rang in his sensitive ears, a cruel reminder of his sad situation. Reilly looked up, the world was dark blue, the sun still hidden.

As he tried to get up from his fetal sleeping position, his body tensed up, painfully in need of stretching. Something he couldn’t enjoy. His hands were still tied behind his back and his jaws were kept shut by the leather muzzle. The only positive thing was that he no longer registered the smell of the orc’s cum that had long since dried into a crust in his fur.

It has been a few days, Reilly wasn’t even sure how many since he was captured in Redridge. They were traveling day and night ever since. Last night they reached the southern end of Duskwood and camped in a dry riverbed under a wooden bridge. Today he would be led through Stranglethorn jungle, ever closer to his doom.

After the physical shock from the harsh awakening disappeared, he slowly and clumsily got into a sitting position and since his hands were

tied, he rubbed his eyes against his knees to get rid of the morning crust. After his vision was better Reilly looked around the small encampment that the orc set up yesterday. They slept under the bridge, separated by the campfire from one another. Unlike his captor, who had the luxury of sleeping in a fur bedroll, Reilly had to sleep on the dirt, with moist and rotting leaves as his bed, snuggled close to the fire for at least a bit of comfort.

The orc was fully dressed, sitting on a log and chewing on a piece of smoked meat.

“I want to reach Grom’gol today. So, I won’t be making any stops. You better be prepared for the long march because I don’t care if your legs will be torn and bloody by the time we get there.”

After that solemn statement, or perhaps threat would be a better word, something Reilly was well used to by now, he tried to concentrate on the situation at hand. He lied to save his life when he told the orc about his made-up noble pedigree, but in the end, he only bought himself a few more miserable days. And now they were past the Alliance territory, and any hope of rescue was but a pipe dream. Maybe if he was lucky, some poisonous bug would kill him in the jungle, long before they reached the Horde settlement that the orc was talking about.

Like during the few previous days, he was fed and given plenty to drink. Thankfully, despite Reilly’s botched attempt at escaping, the orc never followed up with çanakkale escort his threat of dumping the worgen’s head into boiling soup. Maybe because he had already punished him enough. Or maybe because Reilly tried to be on his best behavior ever since. He was too scared to act otherwise.

While the orc was breaking the camp, the first rays of sun shone through the foliage, casting glimmers like a golden rain all

around them. Soon enough Reilly felt the tug on his leash, humiliatingly urging him to resume their journey. Clumsily he got up and used the opportunity to stretch his legs as best as he could. Thankfully there was no need to get dressed since the orc gave up on forcing Reilly to bathe ever since that unfortunate night in Duskwood. Ever since then, the worgen was left to sleep in the same clothes he wore for several days now. While it was better than if he was left naked, it certainly wasn’t comfortable either. Not that there was anything comfortable about his current situation.

The orc led them up the steep slope of the riverbed, back onto the dirt road, and just a short walk from there, it led them to a crossroad, the path straight ahead of them led up to the hills, and the path to their left led to a gap between two cliffs. Beyond them, Reilly could see lush greenery, and despite never having been there in his life, he knew that what he was looking at was the jungle of Stranglethorn.

The “gate” was surrounded by sandstone ruins covered in moss, and from the foliage nearby poked a large macabre head, staring down at them. The stone face was so weathered and overgrown that it could easily be mistaken for a simple rock. A tug on his leash forced him to move, so with a gulp he reluctantly followed the orc into the jungle.

While Duskwood was a horrible place, filled with terrors creeping in the shadows and unknown horrors that one could barely imagine, the Stranglethorn jungle was terrifying in a much more visceral way. One didn’t need a great deal of imagination to know what giant lizards and ferocious cats would do to you. Not to mention the troll tribes that were known to live in these ancient forests.

After passing between the mountains they emerged on a winding stone road. Or what was left of it anyway. Seeing that they would not be cutting their way through the jungle like some adventurers in a storybook made him feel a bit more relaxed. Though when he first saw the sandstone ruins that

surrounded the road, which he felt was safe to assume were troll ruins, he thought that maybe cutting through the jungle might have been a better option.

Half-broken obelisks poking from the ground, walls that stood as the last remains of buildings long since gone, sometimes Reilly even noticed pottery scattered among the bushes and trees. All of it was covered in elaborate decorations. Some were simple decorative motifs, while others depicted scenes and creatures.

He knew that there were trolls inhabiting the Stranglethorn jungle, but the only trolls he had ever heard any details about were the Darkspear trolls of the Horde. He had no idea what he could expect from these tribes if they were to encounter them, but the ruins didn’t paint a pleasant picture.

Scenes of ritual sacrifice, depictions of beastly gods, faces, naked bodies, animals and more.

For quite a while they just followed the road in silence. Not that Reilly could talk with the muzzle, but even the orc was less than chatty ever since their first day, only talking when it was absolutely necessary, and always just to command the worgen.

The sounds of the jungle were suddenly joined by gentle humming. Reilly perked his ears to hear better, it sounded like running water! And indeed, soon enough they stood at the foot of a long rope bridge that swung over a wide river. At the stone base of the bridge stood a terrifying statue of a feline, made from one chunk of a strange green stone. The orc paid the statue no mind but instead tugged at the leather leash to bring the worgen closer to him.

“You will go first. I don’t trust this thing.” Breaking the silence, the orc motioned him onto the first plank of the bridge, and it was no wonder that he didn’t feel safe crossing it. Both the planks and the rope that held them together were reeking with mold, and the sound they made under Reilly’s paws made him nauseous. Yet not as nauseous as when he looked around and below. The river flowed between two steep cliffs, and while the height didn’t appear THAT lethal, who knew what kind of things swam in that river. He certainly didn’t want another ‘bath’ and safe to say the orc didn’t want a good leeching either.

So, he gathered up his courage, looked up at the sky, and step by step he walked across the swinging bridge. At the other end, he was welcomed by a large arch adorned by another grotesque relief. This time it was a face with a toothy grin, smiling down at him. Not even that sight could ruin the sweet feeling of having firm ground çeşme escort beneath his feet.

A shove to his back reminded him of his “companion”. He quickly moved aside to allow the orc to take the charge once more. However, the happiness he felt standing once again on solid earth was short-lived. Just a short walk from the last bridge, a new one stood before them, much the same as the previous one, except this one didn’t have a river beneath its ropes and planks. Nothing but rocks and leafy bushes underneath.

Reilly heard the orc grunt with annoyance before he was once again shoved onto the ramshackle structure. With a sign, he once again crossed the bridge, step by step. This time with more confidence than the last time, and soon enough he was on the other side.

To his right side, the jungle opened and below the cliff he stood on there was a clearing. His eyes opened wide as he looked upon a camp that sat among the fallen trees by the river. For a moment his hopes rose up. Maybe he could find

help there! Maybe it was an Alliance expedition and some of the scouts would rescue him! But the more he observed the camp, the more that looked unlikely. The camp was guarded by a barricade made of crudely sharpened stakes, and even from the distance, he could see a pile of butchered meat and a blood-soaked ground. The encampment lacked the disciplined and orderly look of an Alliance base and seeing that Rogak was unconcerned by the camp’s presence, they were clearly no enemies of his. As the collar around his neck tugged and urged him to walk, Reilly had no other choice but to swallow his hopes once again.

For a long while, the two walked in silence. They must have been walking for hours as the pain slowly began setting into the worgen’s legs. Reilly no longer paid attention to the surrounding ruins, preferring to brood over his lot in life.

The physical strain on his body reminded him of his days training in the Stormwind Army. Exercises, combat training, formations, all of it had felt overwhelming for the worgen. At first, his worgen form allowed him to excel over his fellow young humans, but as always, as soon as Reilly thought his curse might actually be a blessing, it became a curse again.

His companions hated him. As if they didn’t keep enough distance from him out of fear of contracting his curse, they hated how much better he was, what he could do. His commanders were no different. Since Reilly could do more, he was just pushed more, way more, until he could barely stand. The feeling of his legs trembling that he felt while walking was not unfamiliar to him at all even if it had been a while since the last time he had felt like that.

There, he had felt out of place, and as Reilly glanced at the orc walking near him… nothing had changed. He was still in the company of someone that didn’t want to be with him. The only real difference was that Rogak was larger. And green.

The troll ruins had long since stopped intimidating him, and even the occasional wildlife he noticed from their vantage point no longer scared him. Melancholically his eyes drilled into the ground, staring at a cobblestone after cobblestone, then suddenly his eyes laid on the heels of a pair of large leather boots.

Rogak paused in his walk, and Reilly raised his head to see why.

Almost comically they stood in front of yet another rope bridge. Reilly looked at the orc, who gave him a nod with his head, the worgen knew what he had to do.

With annoyance, he stepped on the bridge and started to walk across. He paid no attention to the creaking sound that so scared him on the first two bridges, and just hoped that this was the last one. Too fast for him to react, a splintered plank gave way, and not even the claws on his paw stopped his leg from falling through the gap. Panicking, he instantly tried to balance himself and had his hands not been tied he would have tried to grab the rope railing, but instead, a burning tight grip took a hold of his shoulders and soon Reilly was being pulled back in one swift move. As his heartbeat slowed down, the green arms that held him in tight embrace made him realize that his back was pressed to the orc’s chest.

Nervously he turned his head to look at the orc. The red eyes drilled into his soul and across the green face was spread an unreadable frown. At first, he thought that the orc was angry with him, but then he got the feeling that there was something quite different in the orc’s expression.

He would have even thanked the orc had his maw not been held shut by a muzzle. Instead of words

he let out a guttural mutter. Rogak seemed to have understood anyway.

With a dismissive grunt, the orc eased his grip on the worgen, and pushed him to continue their journey.

For a few more hours they walked in silence as the path led them downhill. It was then that Reilly spotted something by the roadside that looked quite out of place. On the right side, a log of wood stood diyarbakır escort as tall as he was, it’s top crowned by a massive metal ring that was decorated by dull thorns. To the log were fastened three wooden spikes, all of them white and sharpened to a point that at first glance Reilly took them for large fangs.

Rogak walked straight towards the log, and as Reilly got closer, he could see that the ‘fangs’ had letters carved into them. It was a signpost he realized, since all of the tusks pointed to the road’s direction and one of them pointed towards a dirt path that led into the jungle.

This path was the one that interested the orc the most, as he tapped onto the sign and called to Reilly.

“We are right on track, in a few hours we will reach Grom’gol.” With a spiteful grin, he turned to the worgen. “I hope you are as precious as you say, pup.”

With a dry gulp, Reilly followed the orc into the jungle.

The severity of the situation pressed on him with every step he took. His

escape failed. He had no way of overpowering the orc. During the nights he was tied up and leashed so killing the orc in his sleep was also not an option.

If the orc had brought him to an Alliance camp, he could have hoped to be ransomed, even though he was just a nobody. But if the green monster was to sell him to the Horde, he was doomed.

“Don’t give up Reilly! You have to come up with something!” He repeated to himself in his mind over and over like a prayer.

The only way to buy more time was to lie even more. He needed to make himself appear more valuable than he really was. That meant that he had to bite into the nobility charade even harder.

In his mind, he tried to remember as many noble Gilnean families as he could. Nobody would believe that he was a Greymane, that would be stupid. The Crowley family were known in the Alliance military, associating himself with them would only cause him more harm. Godfreys? No. Waldens? Maybe? Silverlaines were all dead as far as he knew.

Tulvan, Candred, Marley, Ashbury, Morrison…

Reilly tried to remember any spoiled lordling he ever heard of, evaluating how believable it would be for him to claim that family name. Eventually, he picked a name and started making up answers to potential questions. He couldn’t tell what the outcome would be, maybe the Alliance would refuse to pay for an imposter, or they would punish him for this stunt, but if he could buy himself just a few more days, maybe he could figure out what to do next!

It’s not like the proverbial “executioner’s axe” was going anywhere…

As he was deep in thought, the journey through the jungle seemed but a moment, but even as absent-minded as he was at the moment, he did notice a large tree ahead of them. One of its roots, thick enough as a tree on its own, was bent over the road like a gate. And as they reached the large tree and passed under its large root, Reilly’s heart sunk.

Down below the hill stood a settlement. Tall crude structures with red roof tiles, encircled by wooden walls. And beyond it spread the ocean, as far as the eye could see. On the top of a tower, a red banner danced in the wind, bearing the black symbol of the Horde.

Reilly was feeling nauseous

already, but seeing the red encampment mere stone’s throw away made him feel as if someone had stabbed him in the guts with a dagger and twisted it. Given no other choice, he swallowed hard and followed the orc down the hill towards the open gate.

From afar he could see two orcs standing guard by the entrance. One of them seemed just as tall and large as Rogak, the other one was much slimmer and a bit shorter. Both of them were clad in boiled leather armor that left parts of their skin bare, painted with bright green color. The sentries seemed to become alert when they saw him following Rogak, but quick enough they guessed the exact relation of the two.

As the worgen and the orc reached the gate, the bigger one of the guards waved at Rogak who returned the gesture, the orcs then proceeded to converse in their crude language and Reilly was left to guess by their faces the mood of the discussion. Unsurprisingly the worgen seemed to be the subject of their talks, as both of them made nonchalant gestures in his direction. While the two of them were busy, Reilly repeated to himself his prepared lie again, over and over until he felt a cold stare drilling into his back.

He turned his head and saw that the second guardsman was closely studying him. He didn’t pay the other guard any attention at first, as he was more interested in who Rogak was dealing with, but it took only a moment to realize that the second guard was in fact, a she. From afar he thought her to be just a scrawnier male, but her healthy feminine curves and ample breasts were a dead giveaway of her sex. Her muscled arms, legs and chiseled abdomen made clear her physical strength and her face was quite pleasant to him, in quite an unfamiliar way.

While she studied him, her arm reached into the sack that hung from her shoulder and pulled from it an orange fruit, and as her eyes peered into his own, she flashed an amused smirk and bit into it, letting the orange juice run down her chin and drip onto her chest.

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Chapter 1

“Hey, wake up, sleepy head!” Sarah whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek.

“Urggggh” Steve groggily opened his eyes “What’s up?”

“Nothing” she smiled, running the flat of her hand over his well-built chest “Did you have a good sleep?”

“Yeah, I needed that…what time is it?”

“Half past eight”

“What!?”

“Yeah, you’ve been out for hours.”

“Oh God, sorry!” His eyes flickered back to life. He yawned. “We’ve got to go out haven’t we?”

“Yeah, but Jane says we don’t have to be too early…we’ve got all night” She kissed him again and rose to walk to the bathroom “I’m having a shower and getting changed.” Steve watched her through his still sleepy eyes, her naked body silhouetted by the bathroom light from the darkened room. He smiled contentedly to himself, putting his hands behind his head, watching her, her legs, her gorgeous ass, her curvy hips as the shower roared into life.

He showered, shaved, towelled then pulled on his jeans and reached for his t-shirt on the bed. He felt refreshed, clean and ready for the night. Sarah sat on the other side of the room wearing just her t-shirt, carefully applying her lipstick. She looked into the mirror at him. “Steve?” she asked.

“Yeah”

“What’s Dave doing next Saturday?”

“Why?”

“Oh nothing…just wondered” she said innocently, turning back to the mirror and putting the lipstick to her lips. She paused, “It’s just that…”

“What?”

“It’s just that… that…you know…” She glanced at her boyfriend again and saw the smile curling up on his face.

“What?” He said.

“I thought we could invite him round for a drink or two and then…”

“Wait and see” he winked at her, knowing full well a drink wouldn’t be the end of it. “C’mon let’s get moving, I think Jane’s waiting.”

Chapter 2

Jane was waiting for them at the same place in the kitchen, leaning against the sideboard, a large glass of white wine in her hand. Steve noticed the provocative, tight, black, thigh length dress she was wearing, displaying her fine curves. “I’m looking forward to tonight!” he winked at Jane, making no effort to conceal his lust.

“Yeah, but we’ve got to go out first, you horny devil!”

Sarah chirped in “Hey! You two!” and playfully slapped her boyfriend on his shoulder blade.

Jane took a sip from her glass and then frowned at the both. “Erm…I thought you were going to make an effort tonight!”

“What do you mean?” Sarah replied.

“Well, I thought you’d wear something a bit smarter. I know you’re on holiday, but, c’mon, we’ve got to keep up appearances!”

“I’ve got nothing to wear, and neither has Ste”

“Yes you have!” Jane pointed at Sarah, “You’re coming with me!” She strode over, grasped her by the wrist and pulled her towards her bedroom. Sarah protested but smiled and reluctantly followed. The two girls paused and Jane turned back to Steve, “I’ll leave you to find something a bit better to wear, you must have something?”

They walked into the bedroom and Steve was left alone in the kitchen, bemused, as Jane’s bedroom door slammed shut.

He went back to his own bedroom, pulled the suitcase from the floor, searching for something suitable. Fuck it, he thought and grabbed his jacket and the shirt he had worn the previous night. The jeans were staying on. That’ll do, that’ll look smart. He smiled smugly at himself in the mirror as he eased his arms into his jacket, feeling proud and horny. Horny about what was to come. He brushed the fluff off from his jacket, walked back to the kitchen and searched for a bottle of lager in Jane’s tall fridge. The girls were suspiciously quiet in the room down the corridor so he sat at the table and waited.

He phoned Dave on his mobile to organise their next weekends entertainment.

Half an hour went by, it was almost dark outside. Steve looked up from the newspaper and took another slow sip of his second beer. He could now hear the girls giggling and talking animatedly. “That’s so wrong!” he heard Sarah shriek excitedly.

“No…it’s fine…you’ll see!” Jane replied and the bedroom door opened. She quickly walked out, closing the door behind her and across to Steve, a huge grin on her face. “You’ll love what she’s put on Ste”

“Why?”

“You’ll see!” She bent down, kissed him on the lips and whispered in his ear “Don’t forget where I put that oil before Ste…don’t forget about later…”

“Jesus!” he muttered and reached to take another gulp from his bottle. His eyes watched as she put her long middle finger behind her and slid it down her back and over her shapely ass. She smiled seductively with a lingering look and arched her eyebrows at him.

“You promise?”

“Yeah.” An erection buzzed in his pants.

“I’d better go and get Sar, then we’ll head out.

Chapter 3

The door opened slowly and Jane appeared first. “Now… this girl… your girlfriend… looks…well, she looks as fit as fuck!” She turned her head and let Sarah brush past her and walk slowly van escort into the room.

Steve’s chin hit the floor. His eyes opened wide.

“I look like a real slut!” Sarah gasped with an embarassed smile. The dress she wore was the most erotic he had ever seen. Very short, very tight, it barely covered her bum. Her breasts, full and pert, were squeezed into an uplifting bra,creating a stunning cleavage. He looked down once again at her legs. Thigh high, hold up stockings, a glimpse of her bare provocative skin, peeped below the short hem of her dress.

“Jesus, No way!” he mumbled, taking in her beauty and also how much of a tease she was.

“Does she look good Ste?” Jane asked, “Does she excite you as much as she excites me?” She held his hand and squeezed as they admired her.”Fuck, she looks hot! God…you are a lucky boy…I bet all the other boys will be wanting her tonight!”

He nodded and smiled, not taking his eyes off his girlfriend. “Show him your panties!” Jane called across to her.

“No…I can’t!” Sarah said quietly, looking nervously at them under her long eyelashes. Her face flushed in embarrassment.

“Oh go on!” Steve insisted with a dirty smile. “Give us a peek!”

“Oh Christ, alright then” she said meekly and slowly lifted her tight dress to reveal a very revealing pair of black lacy panties, the front of which consisted of only a string of pearls pressed snugly between the shaved, inviting lips of her pussy.

“Fuck me!” Steve’s mouth dropped.

“If that doesn’t make you hard then nothing will” Jane whispered again in his ear “I can’t wait until we get back later”

“Uh huh” said Steve, already aroused.

“I can’t go out like this!” Sarah whined, “I look like a whore!”

“No you don’t!” retorted Jane, her brow furrowing “Look Sar, I’m serious, you’re on holiday…does anyone know you…does anyone know where you come from?

“No”

“Well then, you can’t hide how good you look” she turned to Steve to seek his affirmation. “Can she?”

“Erm, no!” he replied, his face still unable to hide how tempting his girlfriend looked. Sarah definitely knew his weakness…showing off her sexy ass in some pretty panties and some thigh highs and high heels. He loved it when she dressed up. She usually only dressed this daring for him at home as a treat, on his birthday or weeks ago when he’d just a promotion at work. He fondly thought back to that night and how hard he had cum, spurting deep inside her, impaling her with his hard cock, bent over the arm of the sofa. Now they were going out in the town. He knew Sarah had a dirty mind and that she knew all the other guys would be looking at her… she was certainly asking for it tonight.

They would be all wanting to use her slutty, fit body…to feel their dirty cocks slamming deep into her tight wet pussy…to kiss and suck on her heaving tits…Steve just loved the satisfaction that she was his. He was the one going to take her home. He was the one who was going to do all those things to her later.

“C’mon, taxi’s here!” said Jane “Let’s go”

Chapter 4

The town buzzed. Everybody had crowded in from the beaches, the hills and their hotel rooms. It was a late summer, Saturday night. After a day of scorching, dry heat, everyone was set for drinking, talking, eating and relaxation.

With a dry squeal from it’s brakes, the taxi dropped them off at a busy bar on the town square. Jane quickly, in her assertive manner, found a table outside in the middle of the bar, surrounded by locals and holidaymakers. Sarah carefully and as lady like as she could, spun her legs out of the car and clutched Steve’s hand to keep her balance. The reaction was instantaneous. The men stopped talking and turned unashamedly to look admiringly at her. The women just glared and then looked accusingly at their husbands or boyfriends. Steve couldn’t help but smirk at the commotion and led her through the busy tables to join Jane.

Jane looked up at them from the table admiringly. “You look damn fine woman” she said dreamily to Sarah, her chin cupped in her hand, elbow resting on the table.

“Oh my God, they’re all looking at me, trying to undress me!” Sarah blushed.

“Who can blame them?!” Steve chuckled, pulling a chair from under the table and sitting down opposite the two girls.

“Piss Off!” Sarah replied light heartedly, pulling a face at him. She sat, holding her legs tightly together under the table. Nobody was getting a peek…well not just yet anyway. Jane ordered a bottle of white wine for her and Sarah, a beer for Steve. It wasn’t long before the drinks arrived at the table. The three waiters competed to be of service, like ducks scrambling over the last piece of bread thrown in a pond.

People still looked, but they slowly realised she wasn’t going to create a scene and start dancing on the tables and relapsed back to their drinking. “What time are you flying back” Jane asked after taking her first sip.

“Monday lunch time…I don’t want to talk about it” Steve muttered, looking around yalova escort him, soaking in the happy atmosphere.

“But you’ve both enjoyed it so far?”

“Yeah, yeah” said Sarah “You’re so lucky to be able to live here”

“Yeah, I know. It has more ups than downs!” Jane sighed. “You’ve both made me very happy though.” she smiled then looked at the glass of wine placed in front of her.

“Why have we made you happy?” Steve asked.

She stared back at him and then her lips curled into a smile. She leaned across the table towards them and whispered. “I’ve never enjoyed sex as good as it is with you two!”

Steve spluttered in shock and looked at his girlfriend, who smiled back.

“We aim to please!” Sarah grinned.

Chaper 5

They chatted and flirted with each other. They all knew how the night would end so there was no hurry. The smug satisfaction of knowing they were going to fuck each other into oblivion was written all over their faces. Sarah had loosened up by her third glass and the conversation became more dirty and direct.

“Ste likes me dressing like this, Jane, it always turns him on”

“Oooh, I bet it does!” she turned to him, with mirthful, sparkling eyes.

“True” he said. His eyes lit up as Sarah put a cigarette to her lips, pushing her chair back and sitting back away from the table. She crossed her slim legs in front of him and exhaled slowly, seductively, knowing he could see the tops of her exposed thighs. Jane smirked at her brazenness and glanced back at Steve.

“Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable though Ste? Seeing her, your girlfriend dressed like this, in front of all these strange men?”

“No, I don’t…”

“You don’t mind their dirty thoughts?”

Sarah exhaled and then drawled. “He’s a dirty bastard.” She leaned forward with a smile curling on her lips, stubbed her cigarette out slowly and sat back, uncrossing her legs. “The things he’s told me, all his fantasies.”

“Oh Yeah?”

It turns him on Jane, knowing other men are looking at me, what they want to do to me”

“Er…” Steve coughed in embarrassment.

“So you’re up for that sort of thing are you then Ste?” Jane jokingly quizzed him, watching him squirm. “It would turn you on watching a complete stranger…” Her voice lowered “Fucking your girlfriend?

“Well…”

“Go on, tell her the truth, tell her what you tell me when we’re in bed together” Sarah interrupted, looking at him intently with her dark sexy eyes.

“I can’t!”

“Go on!”

“Oh alright” Steve looked down into his bottle and picked a cigarette from the pack. “I know she’s told you all about what happened with Dave…” Jane nodded, listening intently “But I told her once that she could bring over some guys from the gym to see what happened.”

“Ooh, that sounds naughty!” Jane smirked at him and then grasped Sarah’s hand. “And…” she motioned for him to continue.

“I’ll let you fill in the gaps Jane!” he looked back up and smiled at her.

“Well did you?” she asked, insistently, looking first at Sarah then glancing at Steve. He smirked then shrugged and stayed silent.

Sarah whispered and chuckled “Those boys are quite buff though Jane…you wouldn’t say no!” She watched Steve light his cigarette and then they both looked deep into each other’s eyes, knowing that even though she teased him incredibly, they both loved each other.

“Wow!” Jane said “You dirty bastards!”

Chaper 6

The table fell into a comfortable silence as the three of the absorbed the holiday atmosphere. Sarah adjusted herself, sitting further back in her chair, revealing even more of her upper thighs. Steve was sure he could see the pearls glinting on her pussy in the dim light. Jane rubbed his forearm affectionately, her eyes wandering around the square. Sarah squeezed her other hand and looked seductively at Steve, seeing his eyes widen, mouth open, gasping silently, as she parted her legs for him, sluttishly wider.

Suddenly, the table behind them erupted. A tubby English woman, skin sunburnt lobster red, stood up sharply, picked up her glass of red wine and threw its contents straight into the face of what must have been her husband. “You dirty bastard!” she shrieked at him, jabbing a fat finger into his chest “She’s old enough to be your daughter!” The man looked aghast in shock, the wine dribbling down his pristine white t-shirt.

“I’m not doing anything, you stupid cow!” he retorted.

“You fucking know what you were looking at!” the woman shouted, oblivious to all the other people in the packed bar. “That…That there!” she pointed at Sarah who quickly crossed her legs and tried frantically pulling the hem of her dress down.

“I wasn’t!” he glanced over, knowing full well he had been caught red handed. Caught, taking a furtive look at a young girl (Sarah), displaying her pussy. The woman picked up her handbag, pushed clumsily past the other bemused drinkers and pursed her lips.

She turned round. “I’m going back to the room…don’t you dare fucking yozgat escort coming back!

Everybody watched her waddle off and then turned to watch her husband rise to his feet, attempt to wipe down his t-shirt and look down in shame. He quietly made his way out of the bar, humiliated, not daring to look back.

Jane looked over at Steve and Sarah’s smirking faces. She tried to contain her own laughter and said “You see Sar, that’s the sort of effect you have on people” She stood up, collected her purse and cigarettes and left a tip. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 7

Sarah and Jane walked hand in hand, ten yards in front of Steve through the busy street. He looked lustfully at Jane’s trim, sexy figure, her hips swaying atop her long brown legs and high heels. Sarah’s body gave him an instant erection. The dress was incredibly tight, the back cut down to the small of her flawless back. He still couldn’t believe how short it was, the cheeks of her tight bum showing briefly, teasingly, with every stride she took. He watched the glances of all the other men, the looks on their faces, the obvious wanton lust. Oh my God, he thought to himself as his hard-on pressed insistently inside his pants. I must have died and gone to heaven.

“Are you up for a dance Ste?” Jane turned back to him and was pointing casually to the entrance of a nightclub. Deep bass music pounded across the street. He shrugged in acceptance and followed the girls through the darkened doorway. The burly bouncers eyed Steve suspiciously, but the girls were more than welcome and waved through.

Once again Jane took over and confidently secured them a booth between the bar and the dance floor.

A bored, surly, skinny waitress brought them over three flute glasses and a bottle of champagne. “Oh God Jane!” Steve said “Please don’t pay for us again!”

“Why not?”

“It’s just…just not right!” He had to shout to be heard above the pumping music.

“Pah!” she smiled back and flicked her hand at him dismissively. “Here, have one of these” She passed them both a small tablet each.

“What’s this?” Sarah shouted.

“Oh just swallow it, it’s OK, you’ll feel good”

Sarah looked at her friend suspiciously while Steve put his in his mouth and washed it down with a gulp of champagne. He shrugged his shoulders.

“What is it Jane?”

“A pick me up!”

“What?”

“Ever heard of E’s”

“Well…yeah” Sarah looked concerned.

“Go on …just give it a go”

“Where did you get them from? Oh…I don’t know, what will it do to me?”

“Wait and see” Jane smiled as Sarah quickly slipped the pill into her mouth.

Chapter 8

Twenty minutes later they were all drawn to the dance floor. The sound, the lights, the people all blended into a glorious swirl of happiness and well- being. Sarah felt like she was floating, dancing with her arms in the air, her body swayed, her long brunette hair matted her face. Jane held onto Steve, grinding closely together, both feeling and sensing each other’s excitement. He turned her around and held her firmly by her hips, pulling her close once more, grinding himself into her ass, letting her know how aroused he was. She hooked her arm back around his neck and leaned back so she could shout to him above the thumping music. Steve nuzzled her neck, damp from sweat. “I’ve got to have that cock in me tonight Ste, I’ve got to feel your dick in my ass. I want another cock …up my cunt.” Steve stiffened even more and felt her hand move down and slowly rub the pressing, satisfying bulge he had in his trousers.

“I’m going to find another man to join us tonight…”

“Oh Godddd!” he released her and she turned to face him with a flushed face.. “Fuck Jane, I can’t stand it…you’ve got me so fucking hard.”

He smiled then turned to go back to their booth for a drink, shaking his head in excited disbelief. He left her dancing with his girlfriend.

He sat and looked back out on the heaving dance floor. The girls were lost in the flashing lights and the music, their hot, sweat glistened bodies moving around sexily to the heavy, pumping bass.

He became aware of other guys gradually crowding around them, dancing with them, moving closer. One man grabbed Sarah’s waist with both hands from behind and held her lightly, moving them down so that they came to rest on her hips. She didn’t pull away, instead, she pushed her ass back against him, grinding herself on his obvious stiffness. Another guy pushed in front of her, squeezing against her, rubbing his erection into her thighs. His hands moved down and held onto the smooth naked flesh of her pert bum cheeks. She was sandwiched tightly between the two men.

Steve suddenly felt anxious. Should he be doing something, should he be going back down there to claim his girlfriend back from these vultures.

The more he watched her, the more he saw excitement and lust on her face. He couldn’t deny it, he was turned on too; strange hands all over his girlfriend’s body, touching her bare skin, breathing like animals, heavily into her naked, damp shoulders. Jane had attracted the same sort of attention, she was loving it, caressing their arms, holding their hands, her fingers teasing, flickering lightly over their hard-ons, straining desperately in their pants…

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Georgina took her cup of coffee to the sitting room, and looked at the luggage she had packed earlier. She had never packed this early – normally she would always pack just before she went – not that she was disorganised – rather it was the most effective use of her time. Equally she had packed so many times for teaching trips, lecture tours, weekend conferences that she knew exactly what to do as quickly as possible. But this was different – a weekend away with friends.

Not just friends; perhaps not really friends. Brenda and Tony. How unusual was it for a professor of theoretical philosophy to have a weekend away with her secretary and the secretary’s husband? She had never been away with a colleague, let alone a junior member of staff before. If she was honest, she had never been away with anyone for many years. Yes, she travelled teaching, lecturing, but a weekend with friends – it was so long she couldn’t remember the last time.

It was the problem of being “professor of theoretical philosophy.” She loved lecturing, but it was a rather remote role. So many people found a female professor threatening. And with time fewer and fewer people remembered her as Georgina, and more and more only knew her as Professor MacDonald. It felt like for ever since she had been invited to be the youngest “head of faculty” in the history of the university to be appointed – head of faculty at only 26 – such was her ability at her subject.

Georgina sipped her coffee and reflected more on her life. Here she was now 39, considered one of the world’s greatest professors of philosophy. She was respected by her faculty both as a good head and brilliant scholar, but there had been such sacrifices. Only one person called her by her first name now – Harry, who had been lecturing in the department even before she had been made head of faculty, who had never been jealous of her achievements – he knew he was an effective lecturer, but that Georgina was in a different league to him. It had also made an impact on her private life. She had had boyfriends in her early twenties, but who wants to date a “clever woman,” let alone a brilliant philosopher? She wasn’t frightening, but men were simply frightened of her. It was difficult, but she had immersed herself more and more into her study, but as she studied more so she became more frightening, more alone.

Georgina took some more sips from her coffee, and reflected on the coming weekend with Tony and Brenda. She was surprised to find herself feeling nervous. Brenda frightened her.

It wasn’t that Brenda was horrible. Quite the opposite – she was delightful, warm, caring. It wasn’t that she was a bad worker. She was a perfectly good PA. In the six months since Brenda had worked for her, she had been friendly, effective, an asset. It wasn’t that Brenda was a domineering character. She wasn’t – she was warm and caring. She was suitably respectful. Georgina found it difficult to say what frightened her about Brenda.

Georgina finished her coffee, checked her luggage again, then sat to wait. What was it about Brenda? And Tony, whom she had met a number of times when he had picked Brenda up from work, someone she found to be as friendly as Brenda. Somehow, it was that Brenda didn’t treat her differently. Brenda treated her as another person, no more important, no less important. Brenda wasn’t taken in by the “frightening woman” thing. Wasn’t taken in by the image of the power dressing professor who was unreachable. She treated Georgina as a person, not a figure.

Georgina found it frightening, yet at the same time found herself saying things to Brenda she had never said to anyone else for 15 years, things she had never even consciously thought for 10 years. It wasn’t that she poured her heart out – she wasn’t that sort, it was just stray comments. Once she commented on a visiting lecturer, about how good looking he was. On another occasion she had mentioned a boyfriend from her early twenties, and had said something about how he made her body “zing.” Once she had commented sadly about having to make the choice between her career and relationships, admiring those who could do both. Every time it had been a passing comment, but a passing comment she wouldn’t have made to anyone else. Somehow it was just Brenda……………

Georgina put her thoughts aside, wondered if she had packed the right books to read for a weekend, went to her study, found another, put it into her suitcase, sat down. She knew it was silly – who can read SIX books on a weekend – it was a nervous thing – her nerves were growing as she sat and waited, and sorting out a book was just a nervous reaction.

He mind went back to her former thoughts. Brenda. She knew she had said things, but the invitation for the weekend at their country hide-away – a log cabin by a lake, in the forest, had been a real surprise, out of the blue. She had seen photos of the cabin and the setting looked wonderful but she had never thought of going there. She tried to remember how the conversation went, as she went over her diary with Brenda on Monday morning. Brenda çanakkale escort was reminding her of special events through the week: “…………..and Friday you are lecturing at the Philosophical society at lunchtime.” Brenda whistled and continued: “Living At the Border of Existentialism and Nihilism – culture in 2007.” Brenda had stared at it. “I don’t know what the topic means, let alone what it’s about!”

Georgina smiled – for a “Professor of Theoretical Philosophy” it was old hat – she wouldn’t need to do much preparation for that. Her thoughts, however, were cut short as Brenda continued. “Hey – you’ve got a free weekend. How unusual is that?”

Georgina suddenly looked sad again, something she would have hidden from anyone else. “Hate empty weekends.” She shouldn’t have said it – she tried to get her “mask” in place again, but Brenda had heard the sadness in the voice again.

“If you want something to do, come with us to our cabin for the weekend.” She paused, just long enough for Georgina to say no, but she didn’t, so Brenda continued. “Okay – that’s organised. We’ll pick you up on Friday about 6pm – couple hours drive, you spend the weekend with us. Now you’ve got the meeting with the senior lecturers.” Georgina had found herself ushered out of the room before she could respond.

The meeting with the senior lecturers had gone very slowly. Part of Georgina had been quite excited at the thought of going away. Part of her was terrified. She hadn’t done this before. How should she behave? Should she say no? Georgina decided she would decline, but somehow through the week she had never quite had the chance, or perhaps hadn’t tried hard enough to make the chance to say no. Even at four o-clock on the Friday she was going to say no, but Brenda had left early to pack the car – there was no chance.

When the door bell rang the reality hit Georgina. Nerves seemed to strangle her stomach. At the door was Brenda.

Brenda was dressed in Jeans and t-shirt. Rather more “bouncy” than she was at work. “Come on honey – let’s get that case in the car, then we can be on our way. Tony filled up with gas earlier – we won’t be held up.” Brenda took the case that Georgina was about to pick up. Georgina, instead, locked the house. In seconds they were taking to the road, hurrying out of the town. Georgina’s nerves were still strong, but there was no turning back.

In fact Georgina enjoyed the journey. They chatted about the scenery, about what they might do at the lodge, about what food they had. They stopped on the way to eat – by 9.00pm they were closing the door of the lodge, their luggage safely inside. It was dark when they arrived – what Georgina had seen in the headlights promised that the place was far more beautiful than she had hoped. All agreed coffee was needed before they sorted out the lodge, and where everything should go, although Georgina was glad of the bathroom.

It was in the bathroom she had her first inkling that something was different, something made her feel unsure. It wasn’t anything horrible. It wasn’t just the lack of locks. The thing which struck her – and it took her a few moments to realise what it was, was the stylish glass vibrator on a shelf in the corner of the room – put there as if it was simply an ornament. Then on the shelf above she noticed the small glass ornament – but no ordinary ornament – it was of a strong muscular naked man, and a woman – small but beautiful – hanging from his neck, equally naked, impaled on the man’s huge organ, her legs wrapped around him, her face a mask of bliss. Part of Georgina smiled at the sheer brazenness of the ornament. Part of Georgina was confused – she had never seen anything as explicit as that ornament. Part of Georgina was………….. She couldn’t put it into words – later she thought perhaps tingling was the right word.

Seconds later the three were sat drinking coffee, eating chocolate cake. They chatted for an hour, before Georgina thought to ask the obvious question. “Can you show me where I’m sleeping, so I can sort myself out?”

Georgina couldn’t make out the change in atmosphere, as Brenda and Tony looked to each other. Tony answered. “……….mmmmmm, we, um, only have one bed here – you will have to, um, sleep with us.”

“Sleep with you? I couldn’t do that. Couldn’t I sleep on the sofa, or something like that?”

Brenda stepped in. “Course not – it’s much too cold for that. In any case, we have a king-sized bed. We’ll be fine. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Tony excused himself claiming he had to finish unloading the car, and needed to get more firewood ready; he disappeared out of the front door. Brenda said to Georgina “Come on honey, let me show you where you are sleeping.”

Georgina found herself ushered through a door, that she had assumed was a bed room. As she entered she stopped and gasped. In the middle of the room was a king-sized bed, but it wasn’t that which startled her. It was clearly a room in a log cabin, with wooden walls, ceiling open to the roof. It wasn’t the wardrobes, or other furniture. çeşme escort What struck her was the huge painting, mural covering the wall at the head of the bed. Covering the whole wall. This mural wasn’t just erotic, although it was erotic. It was tastefully and skilfully painted. Georgina thought in her mind it was artistic, but that the same time it was hugely pornographic. Obscene, even.

Georgina stared at the mural. It wasn’t horrible, or nasty. There were pictures of men and women having sex. There were women performing oral sex on men, and on other women. Men performing oral sex on women. Perhaps most prominent in the mural – a women’s face, covered in cum, inches from a cock that was clearly still emptying onto her, the woman looking beautiful and submissive. All that had been painted of the man was the area from his knees to his waist.

Brenda let Georgina look for a few moments, then giggled. “Don’t worry about that. Tony had a quiet couple of days up here on his own a few weeks ago, and this is what he did with his time.”

Georgina again felt confused. She didn’t want to know HOW it got there, but why. It didn’t seem to occur to Brenda that a huge erotic, pornographic mural may not be what everyone has in their house. Georgina stuttered. “But, um, why that…………..”

Brenda smiled. “It’s what Tony does for a living. He gets commissions to paint these sorts of murals and pictures for all sorts of wealthy people. Always in good taste, or course. So he promised me one for my birthday – and here it is. Do you like it?”

Georgina looked again, but couldn’t find words to answer. She couldn’t believe herself – a corner of her mind was saying to her – wouldn’t you like to be that woman? It was stupid – she hadn’t had sex for lots of years – too many to remember. She had repressed her drives, she had channelled her energy into her work. Suddenly there had been a chink in her thoughts – she quickly pushed the thought to her sub-conscious again – if she had to she would act as a “Theoretical Philosopher” and reflect on what these pictures said about culture and the condition of mankind. They could be an object of study for her – but she wouldn’t let them be more. Brenda smiled, then began to unpack her suitcase. Georgina followed suit, aware that Brenda would not be offended even if Georgina ignored her question.

The rest of the evening was rather confusing. Georgina performed her nightly ritual of washing and teeth-cleaning, and changed into her pyjamas in the bath room while the others changed in the bedroom.

By midnight all three were in the bed – despite Georgina’s many protests. She was on one side, Brenda in the middle, Tony on the other side. On reflecting later, she was surprised how quickly she had gone to sleep, and how solidly she slept.

Georgina wasn’t aware of how long she had slept, but as she opened her eyes she could make out daylight peeping through the curtains. She often found waking hard work, and this morning was no different. She slowly forced herself into consciousness, and suddenly became aware of something not right. The bed was moving. Something else wasn’t right – strange noises were coming from next to her. Without moving she was suddenly very awake. It was only seconds before her mind made sense of it.

She was sharing a bed with Tony and Brenda. Tony and Brenda were making love. Tony and Brenda were having sex.

Georgina daren’t move – she didn’t know what to do. She listened again – it was clear Brenda and Tony, by their moaning and speed the bed was rocking, were near to coming………….

Georgina was amazed at her reaction – it felt like her groin twisted, she felt instantly that her panties were wet. She felt the blood pulsing. It was a long time since she had had sex, and certainly since sex had made this impact on her. The two people making love – next to her – in bed with her – it had turned her on unbelievably. Georgina did the only thing she could do – she pretended she was asleep , while her mind processed what was happening. As Brenda and Tony both came at the same time, the bed shaking, moaning, crying out, Georgina knew she was being torn in two – her mind trying to work out, her body turned on. Somehow if the great erotic picture had been a chink in her armour, what was happening now had driven a train through her armour – all those years of repression where sex hadn’t seemed important to her, and here she was turned on as never before, her pussy soaking, simply because she had seen a smutty picture and lay next to two people “having it off.”

Georgina knew Brenda and Tony were cuddled up together, then felt the bed move as Tony said he would get breakfast, as Brenda obviously went for a shower. In seconds the smell of frying bacon was filling the lodge, as Georgina pretended to wake up and join Brenda and Tony for Breakfast.

As they sat to eat, they chatted about different things – whether they had slept well, what they might do – deciding in the end to explore the lake in the rowing boat they had. Then a slight pause as Brenda poured diyarbakır escort more coffee. It was Brenda who started the conversation again, but not one inch near where Georgina thought it would be.

“You know,” said Brenda, in a matter-of-fact voice, “If you get turned on by us making love, you are welcome to masturbate, and even welcome to ask Tony to fuck you as well. Or me, if you want a woman to take you. You don’t need to lie there pretending to be asleep.”

The silence was overwhelming. Tony and Brenda smiling affectionately at Georgina, Georgina so embarrassed that she dare not make contact with their eyes, let alone speak, as she processed what Brenda had said. She had been found out…………..

It was Brenda who continued gently. “Honey, I’ve known ever since I’ve worked with you that your job has made you untouchable. No man dare risk approaching someone so frightening they have the title “professor or theoretical philosophy.” That part of your, um,” Brenda paused to find the words, “part of your physical and psychological make-up was being starved. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

The silence seemed to last for hours, if only lasting a minute. Georgina even surprised herself as she whispered her one word reply: “Yes.”

Brenda continued. “Honey, we are not affected by titles. We like people. We like you a lot. If you want, this weekend we will re-introduce you to sex.” Brenda paused. “Let’s go out in the boat, give you time to think about it.”

The boat trip felt strange. They were out on the lake, landing on one or two Islands, for the best part of four or five hours. No-one mentioned what had happened earlier. At times Georgina even forgot the undercurrents as she enjoyed the chatter, the jokes, the scenery, the sun, as she enjoyed the picnic they had made earlier. She particularly enjoyed the chance to row the boat herself, the fun of being almost childlike in exploring the Islands in the lake. Yet somehow there was an undercurrent, but one that Georgina didn’t seem to be able to resolve in her mind. She was aware that neither Tony nor Brenda were anything apart from really good friends, who enjoyed her company. She thought, but she couldn’t decide…………

Late in the afternoon they returned to the log cabin, the boat moored at the small pier in the lake.

“We could let Tony make something to eat while we have a shower.” Brenda spoke cheerfully to Georgina. “What do you think?”

Tony replied, a smile in his voice. “Have to do all the work around here. Suppose it’s okay……….”

“Come on, then, that’s agreed” responded Brenda as she took Georgina by the hand land pulled her gently towards the shower.

As Brenda and Georgina disappeared through the door to the shower room, Brenda whispered softly to her. “Anytime you say stop, we will stop, but I hope you won’t. Let’s remove your clothes.”

Even this Georgina felt nervous about – it was a long time since she was naked in front of anyone. She told herself – she was a professor of theoretical philosophy – she could think this out, and she was simply getting her clothes off to have a shower after a day on a boat with friends, and there happened to be another female present whose body was just like hers. Of course she knew that her thoughts weren’t the whole story, but they let her deceive herself.

“Wow, you really do have a sensational body.” Brenda’s voice broke into Georgina’s musings. It was odd for Georgina to hear what Brenda said, and her heart leapt – often she would be complimented on her lectures, or ideas, but her body, something sexual…………..the sensation for a woman is something very different………..

Brenda gently pulled Georgina into the shower, and they began to wash in the cramped space. Cramped was the operative word. One moment Brenda’s elbow knocked against Georgina’s side, the next Georgina stood on Brenda’s toe. Both apologised. Then Brenda leant forward just as Georgina turned, and her head came to rest on Georgina’s right Breast! Brenda giggled, Georgina giggled.

“Perhaps we should wash each other’s backs,” suggested Brenda, and without waiting for an answer began to soap Georgina’s back. Georgina had already got the giggles – the washing made her giggle all the more.

“Stop giggling,” exclaimed Brenda in mock stern-ness.

“Can’t,” gasped Georgina.

“This will stop you,” responded Brenda in her exasperated voice. With that she turned Georgina around and clamped her lips straight on to Georgina’s mouth.

Georgina was stunned, tense, knowing this could be……….

Brenda held the kiss until Georgina seemed to relax. Brenda thrust her tongue into Georgina’s mouth and began to probe. It was a tense minute, until Brenda felt Georgina begin to respond with her own tongue. For Georgina she suddenly found she was enjoying it. Her body was responding. Her nipples seemed to flick and press against Brenda’s. She wrapped her arms around Brenda; suddenly the kiss was passionate and mutual as Brenda began to explore Georgina’s body with her hands, running them down her back, grasping her ass, sneaking a finger between the cheeks, then moving to her breasts, Georgina still holding on, aroused as she had never been aroused before. It was so long with a man. She had never with a woman, and yet this was so good………….

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Walking through a park, I see you for the first time, but you don’t see me. You are on a bench, alone, and I can tell you are wearing some kind of short skirt and tight top. The park is fairly quiet; it just isn’t the time of day for many to be people there. I am enjoying the day, the setting sun…slowly walking in your direction. As I get closer, to my amazement and instant arousal, you are playing with yourself. Your skirt is not as short as I thought, you just have it pulled up to play with your pussy. As I get closer, I can see your hard nipples poking through the fabric of your tight shirt. My cock springs to life immediately.

You notice me, but suspect it might be too late. Are you caught? You casually stop your efforts to stimulate yourself, but make no harsh moves to cover up…just hoping I will pass by, but you quickly discover that will not happen. Without so much as a word, I sit next to you on the bench. I look at you, and you soon look back at me. While we remain locked in eye contact, my hand goes to your thigh. “Oh my GOD!”, you think in your mind. “I need to stop him, but I want it!”

Your eyes close and your head tilts back some. My fingers slide to your pussy and you offer no resistance. Through your drenched panties, I rub your pussy for you – just like you were previously. The change in your breathing is both noticable, and sudden.

My attention on your pussy intensifies, mardin escort now rubbing your swollen clit. Your hands attempt to reach for my covered cock, but you are denied and I return them to your lap. My hand now slides the material of your panties to the side for a more direct assault on your cunt. Your state of arousal has spiked both because of my hand, and my confident rebuke of your advance. With no other place to go, your hands rise up to squeeze your own tits.

“Show them to me,” I say. “Expose your tits to me and rub your nipples.” Without hesitation, your shirt begins to rise and your hands release the clasp on your bra…also pushing it over your breasts. Your fingers then do exactly as I asked, and start to pinch and roll your nipples between them. I reach down, place my mouth over one, then the other…lightly biting each, sucking on them, and then have you return to their public stimulation.

I stand and reposition myself kneeling in front of you. I grab your legs, open them, and pull your ass to the edge of the bench…effectively opening your pussy wide to me. My fun continues by using my mouth to lick you, suck on you and even a gentle nibble of your clit…sending shock waves through you. Your hands leave your exposed breasts, and reach for the top of my head; you pushing me harder against your pussy. You notice a man over my shoulder, in the distance, watching us.

I nevşehir escort stand again. Your breathing is heavy and you are panting from the oral assault. You are left to simply watch as I open my pants and free my raging member. It is hard, throbbing, and leaking pre-cum. I pull you up to more of a sitting position and guide your head to my cock’s tip. “Now you can suck it,” I say. Looking right into my eyes, you open your mouth and accept it eagerly.

Your tongue swirls over my dick, and feels like nothing I have expereinced. You suck it all in deep, then let it go. You play with just the tip, bringing me into a frenzy. My hands grab the back of your head and I move my hips in rythym with you as your face fucks me. “God you are an amazing cock sucker…the best I have EVER had, but I MUST fuck that pussy. You will take my cum in there,” I say then pushing you off me and again against the back of the bench.

With one of your ankles in each of my hands, I have you open wide. As I get in position you now see the man over my shoulder has his cock out and is stroking it with intensity. You see that he is beginning to cum at the sight of you so open and exposed. It heightens all of your senses to see him cum. Then your attention instantly gets shifted back to me as you feel my rigid prick plow into your pussy….deep inside of you all in one thrust. The sensation is so intense niğde escort that you need a moment to deterine if it was pleasure or pain running through you.

I fuck you with a wanton lust you have rarely, if ever, seen. You clearly sense I am on a mission…a mission to fuck you hard and unload my seed into your tight pussy. YOU are being taken here on a bench, spread wide…and liking it.

My moaning, coupled with the feverish pace of my deep thrusts, tell you my eruption is near. As I prepare to fill you with my spunk I thrust hard, bury my cock deep inside you and hold it there; my arms now falling to hold on to the top of the bench’s back to brace me. You wrap your legs around me, using your ankles and feet to push me even deeper inside you.

You feel the jets of cum pulsing out of me, splashing against the walls of your pussy. They keep coming….in waves. You wonder if you can hold it all. Your inner thighs are wet and sticky. We are both out of breath. I pull my cock out, it still hard, so I stroke it. I pull you back up to a sitting position, and feed it to for cleaning. You taste the raw passion of our mutual arousal. You clean me up completely. I bend down and kiss you deeply, getting the remainig taste of us both.

I walk away without ever having exchanged a word outside the throws of sexual passion. You watch as I walk until I am no longer in view. As you pack up your things and preapre to leave, you see a business card on your purse. It was not there before. You study it, but the name or company is unfamiliar. You flip it over to see a note. It says, “Thanks. My best fuck ever!”

“When did he have time to write that?”, you wonder.

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