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It was the third Saturday before Christmas and my quest to validate Elizabeth’s painting was gathering momentum. It was a wonderful time of the year and being in Rome and now with my lover beside me, it was especially magical. Being a Saturday, it was Elizabeth’s only real chance to buy what gifts and souvenirs she could carry. In Rome there was no Sunday shopping, with a few exceptions, as the Sabbath is still observed. We had an awfully busy schedule, combining business with pleasure. Somehow, we would fit everything in. In five short days I had become comfortable in the hustle and bustle of Rome. I had found lots of short cuts, worked out how to dodge the traffic and picked up the odd phrase to make everyday life that bit more enjoyable. We were up with the lark, or should that be the sparrow, which chirruped merrily outside our bedroom window. Our room had large French windows, which opened out onto a rooftop garden, where in the summer breakfast could be taken, bathed in the morning sun. Being the beginning of December, we had our repast in the dining room. I think we both were still gripped by a sense of euphoria and we spoke little and thought much as we ate our continental breakfast. It is hard to be in Rome and not be moved by the grandeur of the place. Add the simmering sexual tension between me and Elizabeth and the excitement of the unfolding events surrounding the painting and it might convey our feelings. Elizabeth looked up from her sugared croissant, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “What’s the plan for today then?” she asked. “Well, there’s the auction house to get the low down on your letter and then we’re free all day.” “Okay, that’s good.” Elizabeth sighed and smiled warmly. “I’m so relaxed Cindy. I’m really happy.” “Good.” “You know, really happy.” “Glad to hear it! I’m happy too.” “The thing is, two months ago I would have taken a weekend in Slough, just for a break.” “Slough?!” “Okay, well maybe not Slough, but just anywhere. And now I’m in Rome. And having breakfast with the hottest, sexiest blonde I know.” “Awww babe.” “Well it’s true.”I leaned forwards and Elizabeth met me half way for a sticky kiss. I felt that Elizabeth was beginning to open up in a way she hadn’t done before. She was warm and great company for sure and of course the sex was amazing, but I had always felt she was slightly guarded. It was like, after all her difficulties she had forgotten how to enjoy herself. Maybe she had forgotten how to relax properly. She had admitted to losing sleep over money worries, when her debts began to spiral. I so wanted that to be a thing of the past. I guess you could say that we were taking things steady and the weekend was allowing us to get to know each other properly.It was wall to wall sunshine outside. We headed on to the road that led vaguely in the way that we wanted to go and the main shopping street, which had outlets where all sorts of goodies could be bought. There were any number of shops with hand-made chocolates, scented candles and various mementos of Rome. There is something about those artisan chocolate shops – even the aroma of cacao seems to raise your serotonin. Despite being so close to breakfast the complimentary ganache were a little too tempting, and as they say, ‘When in Rome…’ Suitably guilty and replete with an extra truffle, we set off and took a short cut via the magnificent Villa Borghese. This was the best park of the lot, with little villas, statues, pillars and some remarkable balustrades overlooking the lake. A lot of the trees were bare but there was still enough colour to make the experience memorable. It was a truly romantic setting and if not for our appointment we would have ventured down some of the little avenues and exciting looking nooks. Once back onto the street we crossed the river and after some slight confusion, we found Via dei Greci, which was a very pokey little street. It was a narrow thoroughfare with an arched bridge that had a gallery window in the middle. We entered the auctioneers through the rather small doorway and were approached by a small, flamboyant middle-aged man. “Buongiorno, signorina. Come posso aiutare? Stai acquistando o vendendo?” “Oh, ummm… I’m here to speak to Mr Cavatorre. Do you speak English?” “Inglese? No. Mie scuse. Aspetta qui per favore!” He gestured in a way that I took to mean that he wished us to wait. He had a slightly comical way about him and walked away quickly. “Aquistando o vendendo,” I think that’s buy or sell,” said Elizabeth. “Oh get you! Bilingual, all of a sudden.” “I Just read my phrasebook on the plane, that’s all.” Just then, the funny little man returned with a younger, wavy haired man. “Signorina?” “Yes, I’m here about the painting.” “Of course, of course. You will excuse Salvatore, he speaks no English.” “It’s fine. I don’t speak Italian either,” I said, looking at Elizabeth pointedly. “Well anyway, if you would like to walk this way I will see how we can help you. You have a letter? ” “Yes, it’s here.” I passed him the letter, which I had now put in a plastic sleeve for fear of it becoming dog-eared. We were led through a large viewing hall, which was full of every kind of antique and collectible and then up some stairs onto a mezzanine floor. Mr Cavatorre sat us down in a rather untidy area consisting of a desk and large coffee table with twin sofas. He excused himself before rummaging through a large filing cabinet, muttering to himself, as he opened and closed the drawers. “So you flying back Sunday?” I asked, as we waited for the man to find what he wanted. “Yes, six o’clock flight.” “pm?” “Yes, pm.” “Oh well…” “Ah I have it!” Mr Cavatorre pulled out a manilla-coloured file and held it up, waving it triumphantly. He sat on the sofa opposite and flopped the file onto the table. “So let us see,” he said, examining the folder. It contained a wad of aged documents and he proceeded to sift through the papers. He read the headers on each one, mumbling in Italian. “Ah!” “What?” He smiled and raised a finger, carefully comparing our letter with a particular sheet. “Yes, here we have it,” he said and tilted one sheet towards us. “This is the file for April to June, 1934. Here we have the sale for June 30th of that year.” “Is my painting on there?!” asked Elizabeth, anxiously. “So, your letter refers to Vincenzo someone or other. On June 30th , in the sales ledger we have one painting bought by a Signor V. Constanzione. The vendor was the estate of Giovanni Moretti. The sum paid was a little under two hundred and eighty thousand Lira.”The man screwed his face up as if doing some mental arithmetic. “Hmmm…this was a lot of money in 1934. Now let me see. Oh!” “What?!” “In the note, it says ‘ll dipinto e nello stile di Michelangelo. Approximately translated, this means it was described as ‘In the style of Michelangelo.’ “Wow! Elizabeth! They thought it was by Michelangelo.” “My Grandfather certainly thought it might have been. This description shows caution. There would have been no way of proving the authentication, in 1934. But even so, Signor Constanzione paid several month’s wages for the painting.” “Wow! Elizabeth, this Vincenzo guy must have thought a lot of your great uncle!” “I understand he helped him fix some big business deals, my nan’s account was a bit sketchy.” “So how much did it fetch?” I asked, turning to Mr Cavatorre. “Oh, ummm… please.” He got up and returned from his desk presently with a calculator and began to tap in some numbers. “It is… yes.. ummm… yes, about the equivalent of ten thousand Euros in today’s money. Only a very wealthy businessman would have so disposable an income in pre War Italia. Most people would not have a twentieth of this amount.””Who was this Giovanni somebody?” I asked.”Giovanni Moretti. Again wait, please.”The guy went back to the cabinet and returned with another file.”Here are the vendors for 1934. In alphabetical order. Let’s see…”He rubbed his chin as his index finger traced down the pages.”Here we have it! Moretti G. Art dealer. Campo Marzio. That is all.”“Thank you, Mr Cavatorre, you have been immensely helpful. Could we have a copy of the ledger, please?” I asked. bursa escort “By all means.” He took a copy and then handed me the facsimile, which I placed in my plastic sleeve along with the letter. It was another link in the chain and went towards confirming my beliefs. Maybe I was exaggerating the significance, but at least someone seventy years earlier shared my faith in the painting and so did Vincenzo to have shelled out so much money all those years ago. “This is so interesting!” said Elizabeth as we stood outside the auctioneers. “I know, but to give the painting away! Your great uncle might never had the painting and then you…” “I know, like one decision. It can change everything,” said Elizabeth, acknowledging the profundity of it all. “I just hope the test on the paint doesn’t scupper everything. That would be just typical,” I said, soberly. “Oh when do the tests come through?” “I don’t know. I’m going to get a call.” “Okay, well fingers crossed eh?” “Definitely. Anyway, I think we have time to enjoy ourselves now. What do you say to a trip to see The Sistine Chapel?” “Yeah! I think it’s a fantastic idea!” said Elizabeth, brightly. “Good, well I don’t know how busy it will be, but we can see.” We looked at my map and found that The Vatican was just a kilometre walk, some way past the castle in an area that we had yet to explore. It was deceptively warm in the sunshine, though in the shade of the narrow streets that led to the main road we were glad of our coats. It soon became obvious that a lot of people were mainly going the same way as us. We paused occasionally to look at a particularly interesting set of pillars or a statue and eventually we passed through a pair of huge gates, which led majestically though unfusilly into The Vatican. “Well, technically speaking, we’re now in a different country,” said Elizabeth. “I know. I expected there to be a checkpoint or something.” We followed the road round in a semi-circle, which took us past the back of The Basilica and then we just reached what can only be described as a queue. In front of us was a red-haired girl and her boyfriend who were speaking English. “Excuse me. How far is it from here?” I asked. She smiled and pointed to a sign with an arrow on the old stone wall to our right, which read ‘Capella Sistina 200m.’ “Oh yeah, thanks.” “I’m not particularly religious,” said Elizabeth. “But I kind of feel like I’m on a pilgrimage.” “Yes, it does feel like that. As if something special is happening.” Elizabeth gave me her best smile and her hand reached for mine as we walked forwards a few paces. It was slow but steady progress, with the surroundings oddly relaxing and we passed the 100m sign after a further ten minutes. Eventually, and after torturing each other by talk of chocolate ice cream we reached the entrance to the Sistine Chapel. There was a sort of check point before entering the chapel proper, which entailed a full airport type security check, which meant our handbags were inspected and we had to walk through a metal detector. Having survived that, we were allowed through into a long gallery, which had an elaborately-painted ceiling and was lined with paintings for as far as the eye could see. Our inevitably slow progress was now a blessing as one could really take time to take in the beauty of the place. We weren’t guided per se, but rather shepherded in the right direction. Our way led out into a courtyard of sorts, where a few red-robed Cardinals were consorting in a quadrangle above the crowds. “There’s three places that I always wanted to go, when I was a teenager,” said Elizabeth. “The pyramids, The Little Mermaid and the Sistine Chapel. Two down one to go.” “It’s a good list. I’d probably swap the Little Mermaid for the Bayeux Tapestry.”We wandered back inside into a little vestry that looked as old as the hills. We took some steps down, admiring various artefacts and ecclesiastical art and then we were treated to the piece de la resistance. The word breath-taking is over-used but ‘the chapel’ itself is simply that. It is simply marvellous beyond words. It took Michelangelo four years to paint the ceiling, but it was the altar piece that really struck me and Elizabeth. We actually gasped in awe at the painting of The Last Judgement, which took him another six years to paint. To visit The Vatican and see the Sistine Chapel was to know greatness. We walked around the inside and there it was at the back. I gave Elizabeth’s arm a shove. “Oh Cindy! It’s my painting!” “Well, the full size version.” “It looks the same, but just huge.” “It’s in the guide book. Adoration of the Madonna and child.” “It looks the same, the poses and the colours and everything.” “I know. Vincenzo must have thought that your painting was a sort of draft version.” “Oh did they do that?” “Yes artists would often do a kind of mock up before they did the final painting.” “So if he paid all that money, why did he give it away?” “That’s the question. I’m guessing he had a change of heart; decided it was either a forgery, by a student or just a copy.” “Oh and that would affect the value, obviously.” “Oh yes! But still worth quite a bit, depending.”We walked into the sunshine, filled with wonder. The experience of the Chapel had had a salutary effect. I felt calm and peaceful. Though still sunny, it had turned a lot cooler. It was hard to explain but somehow you knew it was now more winter than it was autumn. The sun had lost its power and was waning in readiness for the winter solstice. Just then I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Elanora. “Hey!” “Hey! Cindy, how are you? ” “I’m with Elizabeth. We just left the Sistine Chapel.” “Ah, quite a place, isn’t it!” “It’s mind-boggling.” “Indeed. Listen, Cindy. Can you get here on Monday. It’s important.” “Oh?” “We have made a test of the paint.” “Ah, what’s the outcome?” “We wish to do another test, to be absolutely sure.” “Why? What do you mean?” Elizabeth was dancing on the spot with her arms out stretched. I could only shrug. “I have asked Giorgio Principe to come from Pisa, he is a renowned expert on Michelangelo.” “Oh Monday. Shit!” “It is a problem?” “No, well yes. Elizabeth is flying back to England.” “Elizabeth?” “The owner of the painting.” “Ah, I see. I think she should be here.” “Can’t you tell me anything?” “I am sorry, Cindy. Not until the test is repeated. It is a very delicate procedure.” “Okay, sorry. Thank you, Elanora, I know you’re doing your job properly.” “Okay, I’ll SMS you on Monday, Cindy.” “Thank you, have a nice evening.” I explained the situation to Elizabeth as far as I understood and the bottom line, that she needed to be here. She had already got into her boss’s bad books with a last minute vacation at a busy time. Not turning up for work would not go well with her. “She couldn’t tell you anything?” asked Elizabeth. “No, but they’re flying this guy out from Pisa, so it must be positive, I think?” “Yes, why would they do that, just to say, sorry it’s painted by nobody?!” “I get you entirely, honey.” “No, I’m staying. My boss can kiss my ass!” “Lucky boss.” Elizabeth giggled. Then went serious and pondered.“What do you think, Cindy? What do I do?” “Well they can’t actually sack you. We would make a good excuse. Let’s cross that bridge…” “Okay, yes. I’m just all excited now!” “Me too! Anyway let’s walk, I’m getting a bit cold.” We made our way around the corner and looked with wonder at the expanse of St. Peter’s Square. The Basilica looked amazing. I had seen this so many times on the TV, when the Pontiff did his Easter speeches and stuff. It looked beautiful now, especially with the huge Christmas tree in the centre, all trimmed up with lights and silver baubles. We walked arm in arm and followed the cobbled street back into Rome, where a couple of sentry guards were ceremoniously attending the gates out of the Holy city. By the time we reached the centre of Rome, the light had faded and Christmas lights were being turned on. Twilight seemed to descend so quickly here. We could see the Coliseum to our right, but a lovely waft of baking led us the other way. There was a street where they had gone to town on the bursa escort bayan lights. It was all festive and Christmassy, with little red Santas hanging from the front of the stalls, where you could buy ornaments and gifts. Some stalls had tasty bites – fresh ravioli, mini pizzas, soup and hot cakes. The biggest queue was for a stall where a girl was ladling mulled wine into cups. It was just what we needed. We joined the queue and we were soon imbibing the warm, spicy gift of Bacchus. The heat seemed to emanate from my belly until it reached every part of my body and I was just one warm glow, with Elizabeth’s cheery face close to mine. We found a corner of the street and we kissed, between sips of mulled wine. Elizabeth looked into my eyes and held my hand. I felt a deep sense of something that I could hardly describe. All the people who were milling around became distant and hazy. All I could see was Elizabeth and the only voice I could hear was hers. She spoke clearly but softly. “I love you, Cindy.” “Pardon?” “I love you. I meant to tell you before, but I wasn’t sure that you felt the same way, and I didn’t know quite how to put the words together. And now. Now, I…” I put a finger to her lips. “Elizabeth, I love you too.” We held each other closely, trying not to spill our booze and enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies as the cool evening air swept by and the world went about its business. We had a tub of ravioli before heading back to the hotel via the Coliseum, which was now lit up like a giant fairground attraction. I hadn’t allowed myself the luxury of love for a while. My career had got in the way and no one had fit the bill. I don’t think it had been love at first sight with Elizabeth and neither had our initial attraction been entirely lust. It was only a matter of time before someone had broken cover. Yet it wasn’t entirely out of the blue. I suppose we had both been looking for the right moment to share our feelings. It was probably the coldest night, since I had arrived in Rome. It had been a long day, we had walked miles and we both needed to unwind, as we entered the hotel. Our bed looked very enticing, but so did the shower. Elizabeth took off her coat and I eyed her cute round bottom, naughtily. I slipped out of my own coat and we met in the middle of the room and shared a long, loving kiss. “I want you in that shower,” I said. “Hmmm… you can have me, baby.” We undressed, discarding our clothes haphazardly as we looked for that special sachet of soap in suitcase and toiletry bags. I got the shower going while I was still in my panties; then there was a couple of hands around my hips and then my panties were slipped off, followed by soft kisses on my hips and bottom. The water began to sprinkle and was hot and then not so hot as I fiddled with the controls. Elizabeth stepped into the shower behind me, taking a bar of soap and rubbing it against my breasts, the water splashing and soon making soapy bubbles around my boobs. The water was mainly spraying over my belly from the angle of the nozzle. I followed Elizabeth’s fingers with my own and I put a hand behind me, stroking her legs until my fingers reached the short stubble of her pubes. Elizabeth took the head of the shower and aimed it at my body, washing away the suds and then I squeezed a little shower gel into her palm. She worked it into my belly and between my breasts and with the shower hose still in her other hand, she turned the jet away, and rubbed the shower head upwards between my legs. She teased a nipple between her fingers as the ridge on the plastic moulding moved up and down between my labia. I was so hot, steaming with hot water and completely turned on by her sexy use of the implements. My fingers explored behind me, her body pressed into my bum, and I stroked her wet little opening as she pleasured me from the front. She let go of the shower and it snaked around our feet as she replaced it with her fingers. She cupped my breasts and kissed my neck as she thrust her hand against my sex, her fingers jabbing into my vagina. I was mewing with pleasure as I slid my fingers between her pussy, the juices smearing around the grooves at the top of her legs. She worked me up into a proper ferment, releasing all my girly passions in a beautiful body to body masturbation, as her lips smooched my ear lobes. I picked up the nozzle, which gave my lover a nice opportunity to play with my swollen pussy lips for a second or two and then we showered in the hot water, kissing under the spray. I worked the soap into her lovely bottom, kneading the flesh between my fingers and not resisting the temptation to go all the way under. She was a fit of squirms and giggles as my fingers glided over her perineum and into her puckered little star. Our breasts were making their own soapy lather as we squashed together. I squeezed the soap over our breasts, and we played booby tennis with the sponge as Elizabeth’s and my nipples became stiff and erect. We rinsed down, scarcely able to leave each other alone as we stepped back into the room, wrapped in our towels. We dried our hair and then Elizabeth made me lie on the bed. She trotted over to her suitcase and pulled out a little tub and came back, giggling. “What’s that?” I asked. She beamed, turning the label towards me, which showed a bee hive with buzzing bees. “Honey? Do you always take honey on holiday?” “Not unless I have a beautiful blonde bombshell to entertain.” “Hmmm… well entertain away,” I said. Elizabeth popped open the flip top cap and drizzled a line of the sweet golden nectar between my breasts and down my belly. She placed the tub to one side, wrapped a band around her hair and lay on the bed on her side. Her tongue began to tickle and lick my skin, beginning with my breasts. She circled around each nipple flicking each one playfully until they were stiff and coated with her saliva. She moved to the space between my boobs and lapped up a portion of honey and moved up to me, kissing me on the lips, sharing the sweetness with me. It became a lovely warm goo, as her tongue and mine massaged each other, lovingly. We continued the smoochiness before she returned to my belly, proceeding to hoover up the honey, inch by inch. Her tongue lingered, licking my front, seeking out those little erogenous places that drive a girl wild. Eventually she was at my soft underbelly. Her lips cuddled my flesh, moving inexorably down to my own pot of honey, where she could share one gift of God with another. She made soft sounds as she gently and lovingly kissed my mons pubis, gradually arriving at my waiting cleft. Her tongue parted my opening, making me shudder before she teased me, easing her mouth up and down, her tongue coming within a cat’s whisker of my clitty. Her sexy treat was becoming too much and the thoughts of her sweet, sexy dew overwhelming. I caught a hand around the back of her knee and she straddled her legs across my body before lowering her bum towards my face. I nestled myself into the pillow as my tongue found her pussy. She was delightfully wet and I delved into her lips as she began to lick my pussy. My pussy and my body was aching for her. In the shower, she had primed my sex for what was to come, taking me close, but not quite. Now, in our sensual union of pleasure, we were giving everything to the other. To say Elizabeth was hot was an understatement. Her pussy was like a little cauldron, enrobing my tongue as I delved into her inner velvet; stroking her chamber of love. She had a beautiful sexy aroma, sweet and yet exotic – a perfect perfume of love. My body slowly gyrated, involuntarily beneath her. Her tongue was driving me wild, making me pulsate with the energy of my pre-orgasm. I worked her clitoris with my fingers as I rubbed my nose and my tongue into her now soaking wet pussy. We were both murmuring, half sobbing little moans of delight as we explored our carnal delights, taking each other closer to the edge. Elizabeth knew me and she knew how slaps and rubs on my clitty was the last straw. She alternated between tongue and fingers, causing my body to tremble, my hands drew up the escort bursa sheets into little white dollies. I pressed my head into the pillow as I came, unable to hold back any longer as I squealed with ecstasy. I was beside myself with the total fulfilment of orgasm.Elizabeth turned round with the face of the girl who had done a good job and kissed me deeply, before snuggling beside me on the bed. “Phew! Elizabeth!” “Good eh?!” “Fantastic!” I pulled her close and gave her the longest, sexiest kiss I could give. Our naked bodies were squished together, legs interlocked, unable to part even if we had wished. We kissed and cuddled in the warmth of our room before it was time for a bed time drink and a film. Thank goodness for satellite TV. ********************************** Sunday, being a day of rest, we did exactly that. We had walked enough the day before, so we decided to lie in and take a late breakfast. I showed Elizabeth St. john’s Basilica and the museums that she had missed plus a couple of new ones to both of us. We idled some time in one of the little parks but didn’t stray too far from our part of town. Elizabeth phoned work, saying that there had been a dispute with one of the local baggage handlers and she would be delayed by a day. I’m not sure if they believed her, but who knows? I think Sundays were meant to be lazy and in Rome it felt special. Like you didn’t really have to do anything at all and not feel guilty about it. No boss phoning to remind you about something or other; no shopping because you had to work on a Saturday; nothing to worry about. Just life, beauty and love. ********************************* The Monday began with some rain but it had abated by the time I received the text from Elanora. We took a taxi, rather than walk. All the way there, every scenario went through my mind. Elanora was so hard to read. She would make a perfect poker player. Surely if it had have been bad news she would have given me a hint, maybe let us down gently. I guessed the results were inconclusive. That was it. So near and yet so far. It wasn’t the worst outcome, but it would take the shine off everything. But then why call in this expert, Giorgio? I had butterflies in my stomach but put on my best face for Elizabeth. Within fifteen minutes, we were standing on the street outside the Art Institute. “Are you ready?” I asked. “Yes, if you are.” We entered through the front doors and this time it was Elizabeth’s turn to stand and stare as I had a few days earlier. “Signorina! Buongiorno,” said the uniformed man on the desk. “Buongiorno,” I replied. “I have a friend this time.” He raised his cap and smiled charmingly at Elizabeth. “Elanora again?” “Yes, Elanora.” He nodded and waved us in. “Are all the buildings amazing?” asked Elizabeth, rhetorically. “Just about,” I confirmed.Despite our pressing engagement, Elizabeth was taken with the various pieces of artwork along the way. There was an alcove on the first landing with what at first sight looked like a miniature statue but was in fact a painting. “How do they even do that?!” exclaimed Elizabeth. “I want to touch it!” “I know! It’s what is known as trompe-l’œil . ” “Tromp what?” “Trompe-l’œil. It’s French – deceive the eye. It was a popular thing in the middle ages.” We worked our way along the corridor and knocked on the Elanora’s door. She let us in and showed us to a part of her office, which was all shiny surfaces and cutting edge instruments. She introduced us to a very Italian-looking man, who had long dark hair and a black goatee. “You must be Elizabeth,” said Elanora, taking my friend’s hand. “This is Giorgio Principe. He is scholar of Michelangelo. Well, I’ll let him tell you.” We shook hands with Giorgio and he began to speak in good English. “Signorinas. I have studied Michelangelo for twenty years. He is, as you say… an obsession. When Elanora did the first test of the paint, she told me, right away.” “Yes,” said Elanora. I didn’t tell you before, but when Giacomo, the Director of the Institute saw the painting, he said to fast track the tests. He would like to have been here, but he is in Milan.” “Oh, sorry for interrupting,” said Elizabeth. “So he thought my painting was special?” “Indeed. Your painting is drawing a lot of interest at the Institute.” “Really!” said Elizabeth. “Yes.” We both made appreciative giggly noises at the news, but Elanora brought us back to business. “So, I will explain how we came about the investigation. It is important, I think, for your understanding.” Giorgio stepped in and pointed to some areas of blue around the robe of the Madonna. Elizabeth and I leaned in. “I would like to draw your attention to this area,” he said. “The blue?” I asked. “Yes, this is very important.” Elanora took up the story. Elizabeth looked at me anxiously and held my hand. “I took a sample from here. I expected it to be lapis lazuli. It was the most popular pigment of blue at the time that the painting was made, both alone or as a mixture. “Ah, okay,” I said. “I’ve heard of that.” “Yes, so we took a sample. It is a very delicate operation. Unlike the carbon dating, we need to take from the painting itself. So, it is surgically precise.” “I see.” “And?” asked Elizabeth. “The paint was not lapis lazuli.” Elizabeth looked at me and frowned. “It’s not?” asked Elizabeth. “No,” said Elanora. So to be one hundred percent, I took a second sample.” “And?” I asked. “Our tests show that the paint is ultramarine.” “Ultramarine?” Elizabeth and I asked in unison. I confess I had never heard of it, but then I had never studied pigment, only style and influence of the art itself. Giorgio intervened. “Ultramarine was a very, very expensive pigment. In the world of painting, it was like gold. No ordinary painters used it.” “Oh, right, so what does it mean?” I asked. Elizabeth stood closer to me and her fingers touched mine.Giorgio continued. “In this period, only three artists were known to have used ultramarine.” “Yes…” “Leonardo da Vinci, Titian and Michelangelo.” Elizabeth interjected, “As in the Michelangelo?” “Yes, signorina.” Giorgio looked at us and rubbed his beard, before speaking with gravitas. “Having studied the painting in great detail. In observing the particular strokes of the brush, the idiosyncrasies of the artist, and with the evidence that this blue colour is painted in ultramarine, I have no hesitation in stating that it was painted by Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarotti Simoni.” I turned to Elizabeth as tears filled her eyes. “It’s him Elizabeth,” was all I could say. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as my own tears rolled down my cheeks. I was trembling and so full of emotion I couldn’t speak. Giorgio laughed heartily but kindly, tapping my arm. “Congratulations. It is a wonderful discovery.” I still couldn’t speak. “Of course, it will need the final seal of approval by Firenze scuola d’arte, but I think it is a formality.” “Thank you, so much,” said Elizabeth, still full of emotion. “Prego Prego.” “It’s just like the one in the Sistine Chapel,” I said. “Yes, I believe this was a ‘sketch.’ A sample, as you say, prior to making the main painting, which you describe. “What happens now?” I asked. “Well, it is up to you, but we can keep in the safe here. Then – it will be after Christmas we will despatch to Firenze for the final… accreditamento.”“Accreditation?”“Si.”Elizabeth ran her hands through her hair and puffed out her cheeks.“Well, I guess we just have to wait,” she said.“Yes,” said Giorgio. “I suggest you go and have a really good Christmas and wait for us to contact you.”“I’m just… it’s almost too much to take in. I’ve been sitting on a famous painting all this time!” Elizabeth exclaimed.“It is truly a wonderful discovery,” said Elanora.We were left a little stunned and went out and had a huge piece of panettone and coffee to celebrate.“I know about counting your chickens and everything, but I wouldn’t worry about going back to work,” I said, munching on the sweet cake.“No, it’s not me,” said Elizabeth. “I won’t let them down more than I have to. But we’ll have a nice meal and a bottle of Champagne tonight. On me!”We clinked coffee cups and watched the lunchtime trade enter the café as we talked of Christmas and family. The future held uncertainties now, but they were all nice ones. It would be nice to take a pause from all the craziness that had ensued and come back to Italy in the New Year.To be continued…

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I am in early thirties, going through bad patch in life. My married life is nearly finished and was living life of a loner. one day I planned a vacation trip to Secluded Island near South Africa. The place had very few Asian visitors and was considered Vacation spot for mostly Latin’s & Europeans. As I was about to final bookings for going, I received a call from one of my elder cousin rupali that she came to know about my plan and was also interested in going with me.

Although, I was least interested in a company as it would have disturbed my privacy. On second thought of saving few amount in my hotel accommodations. I gave it a thought & agreed on proposal.

Finally day of departure arrived, I called her and told her to meet me at airport. Well I was carrying lightest possible baggage with me. As I boarded taxi from house for airport there was call on mobile from rupali, she had already reached airport but had left few necessary items in rush.

I was annoyed with her attitude but was silent and was given a small list of few items to be purchased on the way. I halted my cab in passing market and purchased the items told to me.

Finally I arrived at airport and found her standing on entrance waiting for me. To my surprise she was dressed in usual Indian dress saree in lite chiffon kind of material with floral prints. She was wearing a matching deep cut sleeveless blouse.

I complimented for her looks as she was looking very gorgeous & sexy in that attire. We checked in fast as we were already late.

Our flight landed at right time at airport from there we had to board a van which would have taken us to our hotel which was a beach resort far from city in secluded place.

Well we were all enjoying the long drive as we were only hotel guest aboard the van and I was feeling relaxed. After around a 2 hrs drive we reached the resort.

On reaching reception I received a little shock that extra room was very costly on spot booking and I had to share the room with her although hotel was charging little extra for 2 in room.

Our room was located on one corner of resort and room was like small cottage style with small pantry. I was feeling tired and was relaxing on bed for while. In meantime rupali went in bathroom to get fresh.

Well she was just in 40’s and was having well endowed body. After a while she came out of bathroom, I was surprised to see her in just petticoat and blouse.

She settled down on the couch and asked me about the things I bought for her on way to airport. I got up and took out the carry bag and handed it to her. On opening the bag she looked at me with mischievous smile.

This smile was for slippers (rubber types) I had bought and commented “badi sexy choice hai tumari!” (You have sexy choice). She took them out & wore them.

Well although I knew that she was famous for making comments that could make anybody shy but never knew she was so bold in way she was dressed up. Her blouse material was thin and showed contours of her figure and even bra was fully visible thru it.

Her presence was making me little uncomfortable. Well after relaxing for while I announced that I was going for a walk to nearby shopping mall. rupali immediately told me that she wanted to accompany me. She opened her luggage and told şişli escort me to wait for her in lobby.

After few minutes she arrived in lobby dressed in long shorts and loose top. On the way I asked if she wanted to buy anything.

She said she was in mood to buy some nice western outfit or maybe beachwear too. Our conversation was little till we reached the store.

On reaching store we parted our ways as she was interested in buying clothes and I was interested in looking at electronics section. I nearly spent an hour in section and bought an expensive digi cam and few other things too. I was slowly going thru the section as it has lot of exciting products.

Suddenly I heard my name being called; I turned around and found my cousin was calling me.

I reached near her and said “kya Hua!” (What happened)?

She grabbed my hand and asked me to accompany her as she wanted my advice on certain things she wanted to buy.

On reaching the section where she was seeking my advice, I was bit shocked and feeling awkward as it was lingerie and beachwear section. She brought few bras in hand and asked me about my idea on color and style.

Well I pretended to be shy and said “iska mujhe koi idea nahin hai didi, aap khud try karke dekh lo” (I am not having any idea u try and check yourself).well but she was adamant on me telling her and advising her about undergarments.

In shyness I quickly chose around 3 and then silently walked away seeing her busy in choosing other things. We met each other on main gate in around hour.

“Tu kaha bhaag gaya tha” (where did u run away?) she asked me, but I preferred to be silent.

On reaching hotel she decided that we should first take dinner and then retire to room. I had a fast dinner and I announced that I will go for walk on beach and will be back in few minutes, before she could say I was out of lobby.

After a long walk I reached room, I opened the door with my key as I entered room I had biggest shock or u can say surprise of my life. My cousin was standing in just bra/panty in front of mirror.

Sorry didi! – I said and immediately turned my face on other side. She immediately picked a front open gown and wore it.

Sorry didi! Mujhe pata nahin ha ki aap change kar rahi hai, mujhe knock karna chaiye tha (sorry! I didn’t know you were changing, I should have knocked before entering room).

She replied, Koi baat nahin meri gulti hai mujhe room lock karke try karna chaiya tha (nothing to be sorry about it’s my mistake, I should have locked the room).

Her gown was lite pale wt in color with first button at a place showing hint of cleavage. Gown clearly gave idea that she was wearing pushup lacy cup bra in black as faint edges of bra were visible from front.

Well instead of feeling shy she kept going thru what she shopped at mall side. I picked up a magazine to read but my eyes were more focused on what she was doing.

Didi agar aap KO try karna hai toh main bahar chala jata huu. (If u wants to try stuff, I can go out), I suddenly said to her.

Nahin (no) it’s ok, she replied with a smile.

In meantime she packed all her stuff in bag and kept in cupboard. I was feeling little discomfort in way she was moving in room. Her gown only covered till her knees mecidiyeköy escort and was giving a sexy look to lady of her age. Finally we retired to our respective beds by around 11pm in night.

Next day I woke up little early in morning, to my surprise my cousin was already out of bed and ready for the day. I quickly finished my morning routine and got ready. We had planned visit to private beach of our hotel to try some water sports.

On reaching beach to our surprise, it was full of guest from the resort. We walked thru semi and full nude crowd to look for a space for ourselves and were only Indians on beach. Finally, we managed to get a space near a small cliff at end of beach.

Well as I settled down, I realized that my cousin was not around. I guessed she might have gone to change in some beachwear as she was having a small carry bag on way to beach.

‘Oye tune change nahin karma kya!’ (You are not changing!), I heard a voice from back.

As I turned me was dumb folded to see my cousin standing in a bikini which barely covered her assets?

Seeing my shyness she said “yeh bra panty nahin hai, yeh bikini hai tujhe sharam kyu aa rahi hai” (why is u getting shy? its bikini not bra).

I replied “yeh zaada kuch choti hai woh better thi” (it’s too small that was better).

She laughed on my reply “iska matlab kal tuu mujhe dyhan se dekh raha tha” (it means us saw me with full concentration).

I didn’t replied, she took the next chair me and sat down. Than we both had bath in sea although maintained a silence.

After an hour or so we packed up. She just slipped on her clothes over bikini and we walked back to the room and she immediately went into bath room. I could hear sound of shower coming from bath.

I was sitting on couch, when I noticed that her carry bag was lying on bed. I took courage and opened it & found pair of nice beige undergarments.

I pulled out bra to see what type and size was it. It was 38d tag and was full cupped with 3 hooks fitting on back. I was so engulfed in it, that I didn’t realize my cousin had finished shower. She was standing on door of bathroom watching me.

“Kaisi hai tumhe pasand aayi” (did u like it?).

Her words struck me like a lightning; I was feeling ashamed that I was caught in such an act.

I gathered little courage and replied” Sorry didi”.

Sorry ki koi baat nahin, yeh bra mujhe pass kar do mujhe paheni hai (nothing to feel sorry about it, pls hand it to me I have to wear it), she replied.

I handed her bra on doorway. After few minutes she came out, I was sitting on couch with my head down with shyness.

On seeing my shyness she smiled and said “lagta tumhe bra acchi lagti hai, khas kar bade size ki” (guess u like bra’s especially in big sizes).

Sorry didi! Was just I managed to say before she interrupted me.

“Tum badi dhyan se tag pur rahe the, Mera size kaisa laga tumhe” (you were reading bra tag, how did u find my size).

I was shy but on other hand was feeling amazed by her open talk.

I gathered little courage and replied “38d theek size hai” (38d is ok size I said)

She replied “theek nahin accha bada size hai sir” (‘it’s not fine it’s nice big one mister’) she replied with smile.

Well I was silent but was having a smile, suddenly I decided to spice up the talk a little. “Didi aapka favorite shade white aur beige lagta hai” (you favorite Shade seems white and beige I said).

Hearing it she had smile but she kept a silent, Maybe she was enjoying the fire ignited in my mind by the views I had in last 2 days.

She finally broke silence, “tumhe kaun sa color achha lagta hai” (which color u like most she asked me)

Mujhe sab theek lagte hai aur waise bhi, Maine sirf appko white mein dekha hai (I like all colors but I have seen u just in white).

It means you want to see me in other shades too, she asked with smile on her face, be frank tell me she again asked me.

I had shyness on my face, I wanted to reply but I kept silence waiting for her reaction.

She took seat in front of me on bed facing the couch. Well I kept silence pretending to be ignorant on question she asked me. I was not sure whether it was a proposal or just a tease.

In meantime she picked up a magazine to read. We both were maintaining silence, which she finally broke after few minutes.

Tumne meri baat ka koi jawab nahi diya. (You didn’t replied about my proposal)

Well I can say a fool will reply no to such proposal, but we are related to each other so I guess it’s a taboo.

Tum bataon, tumhara kya dekhne ka mun hai (you tell what in your mind)

Didi aapka question bahut tricky hai (you question is tricky).you tell what do u want to do?

Hearing my answer, she stood up and closed the curtain.

With in minute of it she just took off her top. I was in shock as I was seeing my cousin standing in just bra and salwar (pajamas) in front of me. Slowly she came near to me and loosened her salwar. As it fell down on floor, I could see she was in matching panty.

Beige bra which I was looking at looked so beautiful with d cup breast in it. The bra cups seemed to have swelled the boobs and it was looking gorgeous.

My member had already stiffened and I was trying to adjust it while she kept standing in the undergarments. After a while she opened her bag and took out all old and new bra sets.

Come here, choose in which all you want to see me. She asked with a smile

Didi! There is a saying beggars are not chooser. Any thing you wear will look good on you and will have my approval.

After my statement, she wore every bra and panty with her. Last one which she wore was blue cup one with front hooks and she slipped those rubber slippers with it.

It was a show which had literally stiffened my member to the limit. I had mix of shyness and excitement on my face. Finally she pulled out a see-thru nightwear and wore it.

Ab batao! Which one suited me best?

Didi! All of them looked nice but particularly last one was looking good as you had matching slippers with it in your feet.

Well, you brought those sexy slippers for me, so credit goes to you.

Well, you look good in everything and anything you wear. It’s nothing in my choice but appeal you have that makes thing look so nice on you.

She was smiling on hearing romantic overtones in my words. She finally picked up all the stuff & threw it on my lap. It looked I was in shower of bra and panties.

Now you pack them back. It’s your job as you wanted a show of them. Bra aur panty alag alag rakhna (keep bra and panty separately), She said

Finally at 12 in night we retired to our respective bed.

(To be continued….)

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We’d managed to get away to the Keys for a few days, just my wife and I. She was enjoying a little quiet time reading on the beach and I was getting in some much anticipated tarpon fishing. I’d spent the day on a boat with a guide and had great success, landing my first tarpon ever. My guide and I had just parted ways at the dock and I was getting ready to walk back to the hotel to meet my wife. I really had to take a leak, it’s kind of a pain in the ass to go on a small boat. There was a public bathroom right between the dock and the beach, so I decided to use it before walking back.

I walked into the empty bathroom and went into a stall, I’m not sure why I didn’t use the urinal except that maybe I have a little bit of a fascination for some of the graffiti in public men’s rooms. I sat down and began reading the scribbles on the wall of the stall. There was the usual assortment of stupid drivel, but there were also the usual writings of the gay and curious men that often appear as well. These were the ones that interested me. I started to get hard as I read some of the notes men had written of wanting to suck or be sucked, fuck and be fucked. There were some drawings as well that left little to the imagination, but did plenty to stir mine.

I began to slowly stroke my stiffening cock, becoming steadily aroused by the lewd messages and the erotic wanderings of my mind. I was jolted back to reality when I heard the door open and someone walk in. Suddenly I realized that I was sitting in a public bathroom jerking off. I quickly began to try and think of something else and let my hard-on deflate while I heard someone use the urinal and then go to the sink. By the time I heard the guy head for the door and heard it open and close again, my cock was softening and I just pulled my pants back up and got ready to leave, a little embarrassed now.

I walked out of the stall and headed toward the sink. I jumped, clearly startled, when I saw that there was another guy in the bathroom still. Maybe there had been two of them, or maybe he’d just wanted me to think he’d left. I didn’t know, but I was pretty nervous. I just said, “hi” and kept going to the sink. I started to wash my hands and suddenly he pressed himself against me from behind. He pushed me against the sink and I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I panicked and slid away from him, moving over to the paper towel dispenser. I quickly wiped my hands and headed for the door. He came up behind me before I could make it out and pushed me face first against the wall. He quickly pinned me next to the door with a hand on the wall to either side of me and his body pressed against me. He was much bigger than me, probably 6’2” or 6”3 and definitely over 200 lbs.

“Where you going?”, he grunted in my ear.

“Hey, I don’t want any trouble. I was just leaving.”, was my shaky reply.

His hand reached down and moved over my ass as he said, “What are you doing in here if you don’t want any trouble?”

“I just needed to take a leak”, I pleaded.

I could feel him shifting around behind me and heard his zipper while he snarled into my ear, “I think you came in here for more than that and I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to fuck this tight little ass of yours.”

Panic washed over me even stronger. şişli escort Maybe I’d fantasized about other men before, but that was fantasy. “Please, I just wanted to go to the bathroom.”

“Shut the fuck up.”, he shouted and I felt his hands on my belt buckle. I struggled, but he quickly had my pants down around my knees and I could feel his cock pressed against my ass.

“Please don’t”, I pleaded, but I’d hardly said it when I felt the head of his cock at my hole.

He thrust forward and his cock pushed into me hard. My ass burned as my front side was pushed against the cold tile of the wall. “Oh yea, your ass is nice and tight. You’re gonna be a good fuck”, he panted in my ear.

I couldn’t reply. I was in shock from the suddenness with which this had all happened and the overwhelming sensations tearing through my body. It hurt, but mostly it was just the shock. He began to thrust, fucking me hard against the wall. I just surrendered, unable to get away, letting him fuck me.

His breathing was heavy in my ear as he kept me pinned against the wall, filling me with his cock and then sliding nearly all the way out before burying it in me again.

Slowly and without realizing it, my ass began moving back to meet his thrusts. His hand reached around to find my cock hard.

“Yea, you like having your tight ass fucked. I knew you would.”, he scoffed. “I knew you wanted to be my fuck toy.”

I couldn’t say anything still and only realized how hard my cock was throbbing when I felt his hand close around it.

“You like being fucked alright, your cock’s hard from taking me in your ass.”

He stroked me roughly and moaned in my ear, “I’m gonna fill your ass with my hot cum.” He heaved against me and I could feel him stiffen and felt a blast of warmth fill my ass. He continued to thrust in and out of my cum slicked ass as my own cum shot out onto the wall in front of me.

I’d barely finished cumming when his knee pushed into the back of mine, forcing me to the floor. His hand went to the back of my head and he pushed me towards the puddle of cum running down the wall. “Clean up that mess, slut”, he commanded as he pushed my head forward. Obediently, I licked the cum as it ran down the wall.

He moved beside me and pulled my head towards his cock. In a daze, I took him into my mouth. I could taste his cum and the musky scent of my ass and felt his cock quickly stiffening in my mouth. He leaned back against the wall and put his hands on either side of my head and guided my head up and down his growing shaft.

“Oh god, I hit the jackpot with you. You’re a cum loving little cock sucker arent’ you?”

I moaned into his crotch, but wouldn’t take his cock out of my mouth long enough to reply.

“Yea, I got some more for you, keep sucking slut.”

I sucked feverishly, stroking his cock in time with the motions of my starving mouth, craving his cum.

His hand went to my forehead and he pushed me back slightly. He began quickly stroking his cock as he bent my head back and a low guttural moan escaped me. “Here you go”, he said as his cock erupted. His hot cum splashed on my face. I tried to catch it in my mouth, but several gobs of it landed on my forehead, my cheek and in my hair before his hand released mecidiyeköy escort my head as I was straining to get my mouth back to his cock. I took him in my mouth again in time to feel the last pulses of his load fill my mouth with the rest of his hot cum. When he’d finished cumming, he pushed me back all the way to the floor and said, “You can finish yourself now”.

My hand went quickly to my aching cock and within two strokes, my cum was shooting out onto my belly.

“Now clean up your mess and come with me,” he barked.

I wiped my hand across my puddled belly and brought it to my mouth. I licked my hand clean and then wiped the cum from my face toward my mouth, cleaning myself up as best as I could.

He was pulling his pants back up and doing his belt and I quickly did the same. Without a word, he walked out and I followed.

We walked several blocks, him in front and me following behind. Thoughts rushed trough my head, but nothing that made any sense to me, just that I’d been raped by another man in a public restroom and I liked it. No, I didn’t just like it, I loved it and I was following him wherever he wanted to take me because I would do anything for more.

He walked into an apartment building and up to a door. He produced a key, opened the door and went inside. I followed behind. Even in my present state, I was shocked by what I saw. There were several guys moving around the apartment, all of them were naked. In the middle of the room, on the floor, there was a guy tied on his back to a low table with one guy fucking his ass and another fucking his mouth. I stood frozen with shock, fear and most of all arousal. I found myself staring at the guy on the table and realized that all of my emotions had filtered into one thing. Jealousy. I wanted to be in his place.

“Look what I brought”, announced the guy that I came in with.

Several of the guys looked over and smiled. Knowing smiles.

I stood awkwardly watching the scene in front of me as the guy I came in with walked off. I still didn’t know his name, but heard somebody call him Bill.

I just stood there watching the two guys fucking the guy on the table. I could feel my cock stiffening in my pants again. After a few minutes, both the guys came and then walked away, leaving the guy tied to the table, covered in cum.

Bill walked over to me and felt my hard cock through my pants. “You want your turn don’t you?”, he smiled at me.

“Yea”, I croaked through my anxiousness.

“Then put that eager mouth of your’s to work cleaning him up, then we’ll give you all the cock you can handle.”

I dropped to my knees at the end of the table. His knees were tied back, exposing his ass for their use. My mouth went to the inside of his thighs. I licked and sucked all the cum that had been sprayed there and moved to his ass. My tongue started at the bottom of his crack where the cum had run and pooled. I lapped at it hungrily and ran my tongue up his crack and over his reddened hole. I licked my way up over his cum soaked balls and the puddles of cum on his stomach that he had shot on himself. I was vaguely aware of several guys sitting in chairs around me, stroking themselves as they watched me move up to the stray shots of cum on his chest and finally licking the cum from his face and mouth as I untied him.

One of the guys helped him from the table and led him away as I lay down in his place. It was my turn to be used and my cock throbbed in anticipation.

I put my feet up on the end of the table and looked around at the guys still stroking themselves as they watched me.

Two of the guys got up and moved towards me and each took an arm and moved them into the restraints on the table. Their cocks bobbed just above my face as they tightened the straps. The one that was tying my left hand noticed my wedding band and laughed, “I wonder if his little lady knows what a cock hungry whore her husband is.” I said nothing, just stared at the beautiful cocks dangling above my face. They fastened the straps around my knees and secured them back towards my chest and then each moved to take a nipple into their mouth. My back arched with the aching that shot through my body as their tongues moved over my nipples, alternately licking, sucking and nibbling. Then they moved away and went back to stroking their cocks as I lay there aching.

After a few minutes, they began to taunt me, they stroked slowly, letting me have a good view and asked me if I wanted their cocks. I didn’t hesitate for a moment to beg them to fuck me any way they wanted.

When they’d heard me beg long enough, they moved in and took me, all of them. They took turns fucking my ass. They stood over my head and fucked my mouth and I jerked off anyone I could reach. I don’t know how long it went on for, but remember one guy standing over me and cumming on my face and as he walked away, the room was empty. I lay there completely covered in cum and exhausted. I drifted off to sleep.

It was still dark outside when I awoke to the sound of a door closing. I lookedup and saw my wife enter the apartment. Someone must have gotten the hotel room key out of my pocket and told her where I was. I laid there while she looked at me, not really knowing what her reaction would be. Just then, Bill came walking naked out of one of the bedrooms. He seemed unfazed by her being there and walked up to her and said, “Did you know that your husband was such a slut?”

She looked him up and down and said, “I can’t say as I blame him.”

I guess I had my answer when she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth. I lay there and watched my wife suck the cock of the man who’d used me all night. Incredibly, my cock began to stiffen again as I watched.

Bill and my wife looked over and saw my rising hard-on and Bill said, “Didn’t you get enough yet?”

My wife smiled and said, “Apparently not”. She moved over to the table where I was laying and knelt by my head. Bill came over and straddled the table over me. My wife began sucking his cock again, just above my face. I lay there and watched his cock move in and out of my wife’s mouth. Bill reached down and untied me so that I could lift my head to suck on his balls. We sucked and licked him together until I felt his balls pull tight and he began to cum into my wife’s mouth. I watched her swallow as much as she could until the rest came out of her lips and dripped into my mouth. She bent to kiss me and pushed her tongue into my mouth along with much of the cum that Bill had shot in her mouth. Bill turned and went back to bed, saying over his shoulder, “I’ll look you up again before you head home.”

My wife replied, “Make sure you find us both.”

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Author’s Note:

This is the second part of my novella, “And so, she cummed”. It portrays Bisexuality as the prevailing theme.

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Cast of Characters:

Bianca Floris: Protagonist.

Raymond Peter Evans: Viewpoint character and Bianca’s husband.

Veronica Ryder: Jessica’s sister and Bianca’s classmate.

Jessica Ryder: Viewpoint character, Raymond’s friend and an incesbian psychotherapist.

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Jessica’s story: A call in the night.

Most people believe that they lead a happy and successful life if they live in exquisite homes, make a large sum of money, and own expensive cars. As for me, I never felt that way. I made my living as a psychotherapist, had a beautiful house, and owned a white Buick Regal. Not all the luxuries without a partner can ever please a woman like me. Thanks to Ronica, I was not alone. For people, she was my little sister. For me, she was my mate. Yes, we loved each other!

The love bonded us as an inseparable couple. We were African American girls. Our oval faces, proportioned eyes, Nubian noses, full lips, and black hair were the features of our beauty. Nonetheless, Ronica looked a bit shorter and more feminine. Her hourglass figure was well-endowed; 38E bras and size 12 briefs were the snug undies for her. Unlike me, her hair was long and copious that she used to comb in graceful curls.

We made love and shared hot, intimate moments in routine. Every Saturday night brought us freedom and relaxation to make out for hours. Nothing out of ordinary happened and all went well.

That night, I unzipped and removed her see-through mini dress. Without taking my tee and trousers off, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her for a lip-lock. She snaked her arms around my neck and moaned as I sucked her lips. We closed our eyes, getting engrossed in the mutually felt warmth. My hands roamed over her back and down to her badonkadonk. It was supple like her tits. I loved to squeeze it and tickle her ass crack.

After a while, we broke the lip-lock. She grinned and said, “You are a big tease!”

I laughed, kissed her cheeks, and said, “That’s because you love to be teased.”

“And how long will you tease me?”

“You know the answer, babe. I can touch and lick your booty for ages.”

“Um-don’t you think we should try something different tonight?”

“No. I liked the way we made love a couple of nights ago.”

“Ok. Let’s do it again,” she said shrugging her shoulders, and turned around.

I reached up and groped with her bra bands.

“Ah! Be gentle sis. You are pulling my bra,” she said.

“Well, I have to. The bra is too tight for your tits.”

“Yeah I know, but a soft touch is always welcome.”

“Correct,” I said, unhooking her bra. It went off in two shakes. Then I moved my hands around and clawed at her tits.

“Ouch! That hurts,” Ronica complained. “Can’t you be easy with me?”

“Sorry,” I apologized and began to cup her tits playfully. She sighed as my palms rubbed on her nipples. I pecked on the right side of her neck, sucked her earlobe and murmured, “Does that feel better?”

“Mmm…” she moaned, closed her eyes, and turned her head. My lips brushed lightly on her shoulder, and I moved my head until our lips met in a soft kiss.

We went on with kissing each other and I pulled her tits all along. After releasing her lips, I licked my way down to her badonkadonk. My knees hit the tiled floor as I nuzzled into her ass crack. I fondled her along the wide curve of hips and began to untie her G-string. Consequently, the undergarment fell at her feet.

Ronica opened her legs, stretched her arms, bent forward, and propped against the wall she was facing. Her booty hit my face and I laughed. With a measured movement of my hands, I squeezed her ass cheeks and pushed them apart. Then I slipped my tongue out to lick along their insides, and so located her asshole.

Ronica gasped. The rim-job was shaking her for sure. She chanted, “Aah… mmm… yess… yess… like that… mmm… lick my ass… mmm…”

Keeping her ass cheeks open, I poked her chocolate starfish with my tongue. It was as tasty as her cunt. Her body convulsed, and I went on with licking her hole in preoccupation.

Ronica gyrated her hips for the sensation, and the effect pushed my head off her booty. She yelped as I spanked her sharply.

“Next time, be careful,” I told her.

“Nah,” she replied. “That’s the part of our games.”

“Mmm… Don’t tell me your pussy needs my attention!”

She turned around and winked at me. I smiled at her, got on my feet, and made a gesture to our right. She nodded, walked over to the pillowed bed, and reclined there seductively.

Ronica stared at me as I took my tee, trousers, and undies off. For a brief moment, I ogled at her curvy figure and licked my lips. Her huge tits rose and fell in the rhythm of breathing. There was no carpet between her thighs and her pussy lips looked swollen.

Before joining şişli escort her abed, I fished a toy out of the mahogany nightstand. It was a 10″ strap-on with the curved and polished shaft. I strapped the harness to my groins and hips.

Ronica took me in her arms as I hovered above her. Our mouths met in a long French kiss and we patted each other lovingly.

After breaking the lip-lock, I kissed Ronica’s chin and licked her down to the cleavage. She sighed as I touched her boobs, squeezing them and tweaking her dark brown nipples. They got hard and erect, marking her arousal.

I kissed her juicy tits in circles. She raised her arms up around the pillow as my lips closed on her left nipple. I opened my mouth and took as much of her tit as I could. The resilience of her flesh intrigued me to increase the suction. I moved my head in an effort to pull it. Consequently, it slipped out of my mouth.

Without further ado, I clamped my lips on her right nipple and opened them to take a mouthful of her melon. I held the supple flesh, sucking it hard until it was released like its counterpart.

I hanged around her twin globes and sucked them, releasing each nipple with a clamorous smack. Then I slid backward, showering her stomach with a trail of kiss. My lips brushed lightly on her mons as I fondled her thighs and pushed them open.

Ronica hissed as I ran my tongue on her snatch. The odorous wafts of her essence assured me that her vitals were brimming with desire. Hence I stretched her cunt open, licked the pink flesh, tasted the moisture that seeped out, and stopped at her pussyhole.

“Ah-Aah… mmm… mmm…” she moaned as I pushed my tongue into her cunt. Like a pink little cock, it went down the lubed passage and touched with her front wall.

Ronica’s cunt was delicious and I wanted to taste it with passion. Hence I moved my head back and forth, and used my tongue to fuck her. She laughed and her breathing grew rapid as I ravished her hole avidly.

After a while, I took my tongue out and worked it up her slit. My lips closed on her engorged clit and I began to suck it.

“Aah… aah… mmm… mmm… mmm… ooh… aah… yess… aah…” Ronica chanted as I went on with releasing and capturing her clit. It throbbed into my lips and I increased the suction. With her arms still around the pillow, she wrenched the bedsheet and strained her torso.

I continued sucking her clit until my chin got soaked into her juice. Hence I moved down and glued my mouth to her quivering cunt. She reached down, grabbed my head, and humped her hips against my face. I sucked her cum to the last drop, licked her snatch clean, and took her clit again.

Ronica squealed in delight. Her stomach muscles began to contract and she got lubed in no time. I released her clit and rose on my knees. We smiled at each other. Then I held her thighs apart and bent down. Consequently, the glans of my shaft touched with her pussyhole.

I was about to enter her cunt but my cell phone rang up. We gave a start and our eyes fell on the nightstand. I frowned and swore, “Who the fuck is disturbing us?”

Ronica looked at me, “I guess somebody is calling you for an appointment,” she said.

“Oh never mind,” I rejoined. “Just switch it off! I won’t let anybody spoil our night.”

Ronica reached up but the call was dropped as soon as she touched the cell phone. “Well, I couldn’t switch it off,” she said, grinning broadly.

“Yes, the caller saved you the trouble,” I said, and moved my hips to push the shaft into her cunt.

The cell phone rang up again.

“Oh shit,” I said with a grimace.

“I’ll switch it off,” said Ronica and raised her hand to the nightstand.

“No,” I snapped. “I’ll do it myself.”

She picked the cell phone and handed it over to me.

I stared at the screen and gasped.

“Hey,” said Ronica, “what’s up?”

“It’s Ray.”

Ray was actually Raymond Peter Evans, a handsome white man in his late twenties. He was our friend.

“Ray! But, why is he calling you at this hour?”

I shrugged my shoulders and answered his call, “Hello.”

“Hey baby,” he said. “What took you so long? You don’t sleep before midnight, do you?”

“Oh my, just take a break and let me apologize for this,” I said.

“Fine! Are you out of home?”

“Now that’s a silly question. You know I don’t go anywhere after ten o’clock.”

“Thanks for reminding me. So you weren’t sleeping, I presume.”

“Yes. I was going through some-clinical problem I need to study.”

“Ok. Is V sleeping?”

I looked at Ronica and replied, “No. She’s right here, helping me with the study.”

“That’s strange! You two never got together for study. If there is anything out of ordinary, I’d like to join and see how things stand at your home.”

I laughed, “Now, now, don’t join us tonight, and be a good boy,” I said.

For a reply, he chuckled.

I asked him, “Why have you called me now? Is everything ok?”

“Well, it is and it’s not.”

“Tut! You are driving me nuts.”

“Yeah mecidiyeköy escort I know. You want me to speak plain.”

“Exactly!”

He sighed and said, “I want to talk to you about Bianca.”

Bianca Floris, the beautiful Romanian redhead in her early twenties, used to attend the College of Nursing with Ronica. Ray met her at a bar and they fell in love with each other. About three months ago, they got married at Amore Wedding Chapel.

I asked, “Bianca! What do you want to talk about her?”

“Um-I think we should discuss everything at your home. Will you be free tomorrow?”

I pursed my lips and said, “Yes. Come here anytime after twelve o’clock.”

“All right,” said Ray. “See ya then and-good luck with your study.” He laughed and ended his call.

“What was he saying about Bianca? You’ve told him to come here,” Ronica said as I gave her my cell phone.

“Yes,” I answered. “Ray will meet us tomorrow. He wants to discuss something about his wife.”

She put the cell phone back on the nightstand and asked, “Is it something serious?”

“I think, it is,” I said and repositioned my shaft at her pussyhole.

Ronica hissed as I pushed the dildo into her cunt.

Raymond’s story: A strange problem.

“Hum-I love Eleganta. It’s delicious,” I remarked.

It was 1 p.m. All three of us were seated in the well-lit living room. J and V occupied the pink sofa, looking at me across the mahogany coffee table. Its glass top reflected their faces, the wall-mounted painting of Sappho, and a part of the floriated drapery that dimmed the sunlight. The ceramic flower vases around, the fancy wall lights, and the beige floral wallpaper always suggested that these girls took pains to beautify their house.

“Yes. Like you, we love the taste of red raspberries,” J said, sipping her drink.

“Bianca loves it too. We drink Eleganta almost every day.”

“That’s great-and speaking of Bianca, you wanted to talk about her. Am I right?”

“Yeah,” I said and turning my eyes to V, I asked her, “Do you always help your sis for dealing some problems from her Center?”

“Who-me? Oh yes! I love to help Jess,” she said.

“And I never keep anything from Ronica,” J added.

“I think V always returns you this favor, doesn’t she?”

A deep furrow appeared on J’s forehead, and she looked at her sister. I noticed that V emptied her glass in a draught and smacked her lips.

“Yes, she does,” J said as she turned her eyes to me, “Why do you ask that?”

I sipped the liquor, put my glass on the coffee table, and said, “To answer your question, I must tell you the whole story.”

“Ok, I’m ready.”

“About four months ago,” I went on, “Bianca and I met at Philip and Marlene’s bar.”

“Yeah, I know. You fell in love with her, asked Ronica her name and cell number, then talked with Bianca on phone, and so confessed your feelings to her.”

“Well remembered, babe! You can write a book about me and my wife.”

J laughed. “I will if I have free time,” she said, putting her glass down.

“Well, do it for sure and I’m gonna tell you something that you never knew before,” I said, casting a glance at V.

“All right, shoot!”

“We used to hit the beach on Sundays, enjoying the fresh salty air. I never found Bianca acting strange. One day, however, we were taking a stroll along the coast. It pleased us to watch people making out, and we passed funny comments on them.”

V giggled.

I grinned at her and resumed, “As we came across a couple of lesbians, who kissed and touched each other, Bianca stopped in her tracks and fixed her eyes on them.”

V raised her eyebrows.

“I don’t see anything strange here,” J said. “If I were Bianca, I would act the same way.”

“Yeah, it isn’t strange until you are moved by the scene and touch yourself between thighs.”

“What,” J exclaimed. “Bianca touched herself between thighs!”

“Yes. She touched herself-in the bedroom.”

“In the bedroom-ah, I see. When did you see her doing that?”

“Yesterday,” I answered, “when I got home.”

“Ok. Did you see any signs of her arousal at the beach?”

“Like what?”

“The perspiration, rapid breathing, and the flush on her face or neck.”

“Erm-I think I didn’t catch those signs. The scene preoccupied her for sure. As I tapped her on the shoulder, she gave a start but composed herself in a tick.”

“Yes. That scene had an effect on Bianca. Tell me how you found her masturbating in the bedroom.”

“Now you are talking, but I need to tell you a bit more before giving a plain answer.”

“Ok.”

“The wedding night brought us the biggest elation and something out of ordinary. We were happy for each other. Neither Bianca nor I felt exhausted for the night. We made love with perfection. She showed obvious signs of her arousal as I kissed her lips and body, sucked her tits, licked her asshole, and ate her cunt.”

“Mmm… yummy,” V said.

“So you pleased her for sure,” J said.

“Yes-or I thought I did.”

“What do you mean?”

“No matter how much I tried to arouse her, she didn’t cum for me,” I answered.

V gasped. “But that’s impossible! I know she can cum,” she said.

We stared at her.

“Um-I mean, she can cum if you go for her clit,” she said.

“I did that already, but my efforts just went in vain,” I said.

J frowned. “Are you sure,” she asked, “you sucked the clit without hurting her?”

“Yes. Why do you think I would hurt her?”

“Most women don’t cum while having sex for the first time because they are afraid of being hurt by their partners.”

“No. Bianca wasn’t afraid a bit. Instead, she seduced me to join her abed.”

“Hum-she seduced you by giving herself in to your desire.”

“Yes. She said I could take her because she was mine.”

“Impressive!”

“And that’s what I call a perfect romantic boon,” V remarked.

“Did she move her body,” J asked, “when you went down on her?”

“Yes. She grabbed my head and humped her hips against my face as I sucked her clit.”

“I understand. What happened next?”

“I ate her out for about-fifteen minutes until I realized that she was neither moving her body nor uttering a sound.”

“Perhaps she was too overwhelmed to do that,” V said.

“No! She fell asleep,” I said.

“Aw,” she exclaimed. “But how come she fell asleep while having sex?”

“I think she reached her plateau and went down to resolution, without having an orgasm,” J said.

“Baby, I don’t understand the meaning of plateau and resolution here,” I said.

J smiled. “There are four stages of a woman’s response during sex,” she said. “First, there is the arousal. Her pussy lips may swell and go red. Then they open up, revealing the engorged clit. The flush may also appear on her face, neck, and tits. Moreover, her nipples may get erect and hard.”

“Wow! I never knew her pussy lips may go red with her face, neck, or tits,” V said.

“It is the obvious sign of her arousal,” J said.

“That’s interesting,” I said. “What’s the next stage?”

“It’s defined as plateau,” she answered.

“Erm-don’t you think,” I asked, “the plateau is an area of high ground with a fairly level surface?”

“Correct! It also signifies the period or phase of a little rise to some change. If we talk about a woman’s sexual response during plateau, the flush may go down to her stomach along with the proportioned swelling of her tits. She undergoes convulsions as her pussy lips quiver, marking the rhythmic contractions in her cunt walls. Some fluid or wetness may also leak out of her cunt.”

“Yeah,” I affirmed. “Bianca showed me all those signs except for her wetness.”

“The third stage,” she resumed, “is the cumming or orgasm.”

“It happens when all the juice gushes out of her cunt,” V said.

“Yes. It’s the stage when she undergoes the release of her sexual tension. Much of her wetness oozes out as the contractions in her cunt walls and rectum go violent. For an effective orgasm, she must be subjected to foreplay and fucking.”

“Mmm… that’s true.”

“The last but not least is the resolution. It is the post-orgasmic stage of a woman’s sexual response. She cools down with the fading of her flush and liability to fall asleep. However, the sensitivity in her clit or G-spot does not subside immediately. Therefore some oral or manual stimulation may lead her to multiple orgasms.”

“Everything that you told us befits to the signs Bianca showed me,” I said.

“With the exception of her cumming,” J added.

“Yeah, and I was going to ask you the reason for that.”

“I can’t point it out until you tell me why she was masturbating in the bedroom. Was she looking at the girlie magazines, or watching some lesbian porno flick when you got home?”

“Hey, it looks like someone might have told you that Bianca read the girlie magazines when I was not around.”

“That’s a wild guess. Perhaps you realized that she didn’t cum for you because nude women having lesbian sex caught her attention, and so you brought her some girlie magazines.”

“No. She found them.”

“What do you mean she found them?”

I scratched my head and answered, “Erm-I brought them home when I was a bachelor.”

V laughed.

“That’s right,” J said, grinning broadly. “Not only the lesbians or bi women love to watch and read about lesbian sex, but straight men like it too. What happened when you found her in the bedroom with those magazines?”

“I saw the most spectacular sight. Bianca was lying nude on the bed, squeezing her tits with one hand and fingering her cunt with the other.”

“Wow,” V exclaimed.

“I froze at the door. With her eyes closed and legs splayed, she was moaning. The pleasure was too much for her. She was apparently oblivious of my arrival, and I couldn’t resist an urge to walk over to her.”

I paused and stared at them. They looked impassive and attentive.

“My eyes fell on the magazines, which lay open showing the erotic snapshots of lesbian couples,” I resumed. “Then I knelt down, touched her thighs, and moved her hand off her pussy.”

J asked, “Was she dry?”

“No. She was wet.”

“What?”

“You heard me. She was WET-and that’s most spectacular sight I am talking about.”

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Point of view is important in a story. This story deals strictly from the wife’s point of view from learning about her husband is bisexual and how she should deal with it.

This started off as a normal Saturday; I did the routine chores in the morning and a couple of loads of laundry. When the morning was half over Jim, our neighbor, showed up to watch the game with my husband John. They got some chips and beer before they went into the family room to watch the pre game show and I went back to my chores. I went through the supper menu for this evening and figured I needed to go to the store to get some extra items for the evening meal. The trip to the store was pretty uneventful and I managed to get in and out of the store in good time, which was surprising with it being a weekend. I just had a few things to bring back in to the house so I didn’t bother getting John to help me bring in the groceries. After a few minutes I managed to get the stuff put away and start getting organized for the evening meal. I then went back to our bedroom to get changed and get a load of laundry to the laundry room. As I walked past the family room I looked in on John and Jim to see if they would like me to get them something from the kitchen.

I could not believe what I saw; there was Jim on his knees sucking John off. At first I was repulsed beyond belief but at the same time it was as if my feet were nailed to the floor; I literally could not move and I could not speak even if I wanted to. I didn’t know what to say or if I should say anything at all. After 20 years of marriage I could honestly say I had no idea my husband would even consider this, but there he was standing with his pants around his ankles with his best friend on his knees sucking him off. From the way Jim was going at it you could tell he was really enjoying it as much as my husband. After a few minutes I could see my husband tense up and his whole body started to jerk in spasms. Almost collapsing to the floor with each spasm filling his friends mouth with come. As if that was not enough to take in for one day what happened next really floored me.

I watched as my husband got on his knees as his friend stood up and let his pants fall to the floor. He then took hold of Jim’s cock and put it in his mouth and started to suck on it. He looked like he was really enjoying himself. With just a few strokes he had his friend hard as a rock. Then he started really going at it with his friends cock going in and out of his mouth. Jim then put both hands on my husband’s head and John grabbed his ass with both hands. It was hard to tell who was doing the pumping! From when my husband started mouth fucking his best friend it only took three or four minutes for him to fill my hubby’s mouth with come. Then I saw my hubby look up at his friend and with one big gulp he swallowed his full load. It was then I noticed that the house felt about 15 degrees warmer than it should and that I had fluid running down my leg. I was also breathing extra hard and my heart felt like it was about ready to leap out of my chest. Without thinking I stepped out of the doorway to the family room and made my way back to the kitchen where I sat down for a few minutes and thought about what I had just witnessed.

I just kept thinking, “Wow!” I had no idea there was this side to my husband. Then the real dark thoughts came over me. What if he is gay? Is he going to leave me after 20 years of marriage? Does he even still love me? The most devastating one of all, am I still able to satisfy my husband? I love my husband with all my heart, I’m devoted to him, and being with him all these years has made my life worth living. Why would he want to stay with me if he is gay? How could I as a woman make him happy? These thoughts were flooding through me like a torrent and the more I thought the worse I felt. Within seconds I just felt like total shit and I didn’t know what to do.

I finally regained some sort of composure and got up to finish my chores before starting supper. I worked in the kitchen for a little bit. Then I went back to our bedroom to straiten up a little. As I walked past the family room an irresistible urge came over me to go in and be next to my husband. I sat next to him on the couch and just cuddled up close to him. I did not care if Jim was there nor did I care what he would think of my presence. I just knew I needed to be close to my husband at the time. John knew right away something was upsetting me. He started to hold me in a reassuring way which made me feel safe and secure. After a few moments he looked down at me and said let’s go and talk in the bedroom.

In the bedroom he asked what was wrong? Before I could answer he asked if everything was ok with the kids, our parents, then he asked if everything was ok with our brothers and sisters. It was like he was asking if someone had died, but could not bring himself to ask whom. I just looked up at him trembling with fear of the questions izmir escort I was about to ask. I just said with my voice quivering, do you still love me? Do you still desire me? He just stepped forward reaching out with his arms and pulled me toward him. Holding me tightly to his chest he just said “Baby your everything to me, you’re the one who makes my life worth living.” My husband then lowered his head down and kissed my neck then he gently scraped his teeth against it. My legs started to grow weak with this and it was getting difficult to stand on my own. He then raised his head a little and sucked on my earlobe gently chewing on it rubbing my earring with his tongue. It was then my legs gave away and I would have fallen completely on the floor if it were not for his strong arms holding me up. He then grabbed my head with both hands and gave me a long powerful passionate kiss probing my mouth with his tongue I could still get a hint of taste of Jim’s come in my husband’s mouth. One would think I would be repelled but just the opposite; it fed a deep hunger inside of me for my husband. It was as if I had been starving a long time and I just could not get enough of my husband.

Passionately I began kissing and caressing him. I was on the verge of ripping our clothes off and ravaging him right then and there but I got my composure back, remembering we did have a guest in our house. “John we have to continue this later tonight, after Jim goes home.” I whispered in his ear. He then gently backed away kissing me lightly before he let me go. As I watched him leave our bedroom to go back and watch the game with Jim I realized my underwear was soaked again. “Geeze!” I thought. It’s the second time today. If this keeps up I will run out of clean underwear before I go to bed tonight.

That night, as we were just getting into bed, John must have been able to tell there was still something bothering me as he turned over and just held me for a bit. As he was holding me all I could think of was the image of him on his knees with his best friends cock ramming in and out of his mouth. I didn’t know what to say or to even think. On one hand society says I’m supposed to be repulsed by the idea of him doing this with his best friend. On the other hand I was getting so wet just thinking about it. After a couple of minutes I returned his embrace, then I slowly started to gently give him wet kisses. The next think I knew I had him on his back while lowering myself on his engorged cock. We started off slow and easy at first with me just enjoying every sensation of him inside me. I was working my hips and my vaginal muscles to milk his manhood. As the passion built he reached up and pulled me down on top of him and he started to ram his cock in and out of my pussy with such force I thought I was going to split in two. Then I started to shutter with a flood of orgasms one after another, each one more powerful than the one before. I thought I was going to pass out on the last orgasm but my husband would not let go of me. After my last orgasm I went limp then I saw his face turn red felt every muscle in his body tense up and he had his (as far as I know) second orgasm of the day. It seemed it went on forever shooting stream after stream of come in side of me. Then the tension totally vanished from his body as I lay on top of him. He was breathing very hard for a few minutes afterward. He just could not get enough oxygen out of the air and I could also feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was beating so hard I thought it was going to bust out through his rib cage. Within just a couple of minutes we both fell asleep with me on top of my husband.

I woke up he next morning still on top of my husband I could feel the gentle rising and falling of his chest as he was breathing the cool morning air. Listening to the soft rhythmic beating of his heart in his chest. God it just felt so good being next to him like this. I lowered my head and gently kissed him on his cheek then I worked my way down to his neck, chest and then his belly softly kissing him as I worked my way down. I had no idea what I was going to do next but I just wanted to satiate the emotional hunger that was still eating at my soul.

Soon, there I was with my face was in his crotch. I was kissing and licking around his pubic area and without thinking I took his semi hard cock in my mouth and within a few sucks he was getting hard, and with just a couple more sucks on his man hood he was hard as a bar of steel. Then I really started to work on him with my jaw muscles and my tongue. Appling suction and pressure as my head rose from his pubic region. John started to moan with pleasure as he was struggling to wake up to such extreme pleasure while wanting to remain in his peaceful slumber.

As he was waking up he started to moan, ” God that feels good … oh God don’t stop. Oh man, I love you babe don’t stop … don’t stop! Oh God, please don’t stop … Oh God! alsancak escort Oh God, I love you Jill! Oh God, I love you so much!” It was then I went for broke and dove my head all the way down on his cock until I had it all in my mouth swirling my tongue around it sucking on it as hard as I could. Then I felt my husband tense up and start to shoot is hot load of juice in my mouth filling it completely. I released his cock when he started to go soft and rose to be on the same level as him. I took his head in both of my hands holding him gently and lowered my lips to his and passionately kissed him sticking my tongue in his mouth swirling it around as I released the load of cum he had just given me into his own mouth. I kept kissing him making sure to not release him until he had swallowed his own cum. I rose up and looked him in the eyes and said, “Honey, I love you to.” then lowered my lips to his again and kissed him.

I told him it was time to get up and get some stuff done around the house and he agreed. We got out of bed and got dressed and I went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. When John arrived at the table I asked what his plans were for the day and he said that he and Jim were going fishing and leaving about 9am. Jim arrived about a quarter to nine, running a little early as usual. John and I got up from the table and cleared away the dishes and then John got his fishing gear together. As they were leaving I asked Jim what Sue was doing today and he replied he didn’t know but it would be ok if I went over to see her.

After the guys left I went over to see Sue. I knocked on the door and Sue came and cheerfully let me in while only wearing a terrycloth bathrobe. It was evident there was nothing on underneath it. She had a frazzled look about her so I ask if there was anything wrong while she was pouring us some coffee she replied, “No. Jim left me hanging this morning.” I gave a chuckle and said I didn’t have that problem in fact I was still a little sore from John’s love making. He really gave me a thorough workout. She commented that she wished she had that problem today but now she was just really frustrated. I asked what she was going to do about it and she replied she had not decided yet. Then she started to ask what John and I did last night so I thought what the hell. I told her all the details of what we did when we went to bed. The one thing I did not expect though was how turned on I got telling her about it. Then she asked about this morning so I told her about waking up John with the blowjob. Now my underwear was soaked through and through.

I then ask what she had in mind for her situation she said she might watch a video later. “Really” I said, “Could I watch also?”

“Of course.” she replied. We then went into the living room and she asked if I had any preferences and I just said you pick what you and Jim like. The first tape was an all girl tape when it first appeared I asked her, “Is this Jim’s favorite?” and she said “Not really … the second one is what gets Jim hot!” Then I asked if she ever did this for real and she replied yes she liked the taste of a woman from time to time. That floored me! I had no idea there was this side to her but there she was sitting with her robe open watching a lesbian tape lightly fingering her self. To be honest; it was more fun watching Sue satisfy herself than it was watching the tape. She looked like she was really getting into it, but it was also evident she was not in a hurry to get her body where she wanted it to be. I have to admit that seeing her sitting on the couch, semi-naked, with her robe open baring her flesh for me and watching her little fingers delicately work on her pussy got my juices flowing to the point I was getting uncomfortable.

This must have become evident to sue as she looked over to me and suggested, “It would be ok for you to get more comfortable and enjoy myself more …” I was too shy and scared of what that might lead to. I just sat there in my tee shirt and shorts hoping I would not have a wet spot in my crotch when it was time for me to go home. Just as the movie was about to end Sue had a series of small orgasms. I looked over at her and asked if she felt better now and she smiled at me and said, “Yes, but just a little bit.”

When the movie ended, Sue asked if I would like to watch the next one with her.

“Sure,” I said, “why not? Lets see what makes Jim hot.”

Sue said, “This is a little different and not many people are in to it. All I ask is that you give it a chance.”

I said, “Okay …”

She put the disk in. When the movie started it was evident from the start it was an all-guy affair dealing with oral sex. I just sat there in silence, watching the guys sucking each other. It just kept reminding me what I saw the day prior. Before long my juices where flowing out of me. Sue noticed I was getting real uncomfortable and asked what I thought of the movie buca escort I replied it was ok, but I had no idea that Jim would be in to this kind of thing. Then I asked “If he ever did it for real?”

She thought for a few seconds then looked at me and said “yes”.

Before she could continue I asked “What she thought of the idea of her man being on his knees servicing another gu?”

She was apprehensive at first then replied ” Jim was not the first man that she had been with nor was he her first husband. He was the first man who did not beat her, drink to excess, do drugs or gamble the family money away. He was on the other hand the first man who respected her as a person and a woman.”

Then I asked “But what if he was gay”.

She replied, “Jim is definitely not gay. Being gay has more to do with who you are emotionally attracted than it does with whom you have sex. Although he does like to have sex with men I think it is different for him than when he is with a woman.”

“What do you mean?” I asked?

“With me I can feel an emotional intensity with him. Sometimes it seems like he drains a little of his soul when we make love. With men I think it is more like he is playing or sharing a deep bond of friendship, besides, he once told me there is no way he could live with a man.”

I sat in silence for a minute while I thought about what she said then with a smile on my face I asked, “Have you ever been able to watch him with another guy?”

She gave me a wicked smile and said, “Yes.”

“How was it?” I asked

“Hot! Hot! Hot!”

“Any one I know?”

“Yes, but we both promised to never tell, I hope you understand?” she replied back with a real wicked smile.

We watched the movie some more making comments to each other about what was going on all the while I kept hoping that John cuts his fishing trip short as I was beginning to need some real relief.

Sue looked like she was about to have her second series of orgasms when she looked at me and asked if I would go to the kitchen to get her a glass of ice water. When I returned with a couple of glasses it did not look like she had made any progress in her actions she motioned for me to come and sit next to her, she said it would make it easier for her to get off and she would really appreciate it. I sat on the couch next to her which did feel uncomfortable at first, but watching the movie with her while she sat next to me fondling her self was, in a weird way, erotic to me. Before long I reached down and touched her thigh. I could feel a little tension release from her body. I slowly began to lightly massage her leg working my hand toward the inside of her thigh. With each stroke my hand when a little higher till I was actually rubbing the outside of her pussy. She then reached down, gently grabbed my hand started using it to rub herself while directing me without words as to what she wanted done to her. I started to work her clit with my fingers rubbing softly at first. Gradually I increased the pressure until I was rubbing so hard I thought I might hurt her. Her body then went stiff kicking her legs strait out and arching her back; she went limp then tensed up again. She did this about four times gasping for air each time it happened. When she finally relaxed I looked over at her and asked if she felt better now.

She just looked over at me, smiled and replied, “Of course, and thanks for being here for me.” The movie ended and we straitened up the living room and kitchen. As I was leaving Sue hugged and kissed me, thanking me for being here for her I then hugged and thanked her for our little chat saying in a way it awakened me to be more open-minded and understanding in the future.

It was late in the afternoon when John came home he looked tired which was normal after a full day of fishing. Without thinking I went over to him and gave him a passionate kiss sticking my tongue in his mouth probing around, again I got a faint taste of his best friend. I withdrew looked at him and said honey I’m ready to talk now.

I looked across the table at him and said, “I do love you with all my heart and I can’t imagine life without you. I need to know what you think of me and our marriage?”

He looked at me and said, “Where is this coming from?”

Cool and collected I looked at him and said, “When I came home from the store yesterday I looked in to the living room and saw Jim sucking you off. After you came in his mouth you got on your knees pulled his shorts down and stuck his cock in your mouth. I watched you suck him ‘til he filled your mouth with cum. When I kissed you a few minutes later I could taste him in your mouth and when I kissed you last night I could still taste him. Just like I could taste him when we just kissed, I need to know if you’re gay and if you’re going to leave me?

He looked at me the way a suspect looks on television when the police line all the evidence before them, and he looked scared. He was turning white with fear.

“Honey, you need to know I still love you! I can’t imagine being with anyone else. I just need to know if you’re going to leave me for your best friend?” I tried to say in a reassuring and understanding tone despite my angst over the answer he could give.

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It’s been six months, but I can still smell the scent of jasmine emanating from her long, jest black hair. My hands ache to touch her smooth porcelain skin. My mouth longs for one last kiss from her soft, full lips. Her eyes were the most vibrant shade of blue and had more sparkle in them than the night sky. Id give anything to see those eyes again… so bright and full of life.

Laying on my bed, clutching the pillow where her head used to lay, I think back to our last night together…

It was our one year anniversary and she’d surprised me with a romantic candle lit dinner – garlic roasted chicken, steamed vegetables, seasoned brown rice and the most delectable chocolate mousse I’d ever had.

Once finished, she took hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet and we danced to the soft, sensual music in the background. My arms resting on her shoulders, I stroked her silky hair, placing soft kisses along her jawline making my way to those pouty ruby red lips. I coaxed her mouth open, our tongues meeting… tasting.

Her hands ran up and down my back, caressing the roundness of my ass. They slowly came to the front, her palms ever so gently grazing my nipples, making them stiffen into hard pebbles. I sucked in a gasp of air as she pinched and pulled them, sparking a fire within me that only she could extinguish.

Pulling from me, I saw a glimmer in her eyes I’d never seen before. A big smile curled her lips and she turned around, puling her hair to one side. Tugging on the zipper of her dress, I slowly exposed her back. Leaning in to kiss her neck, I saw something that hadn’t been there before. A tattoo. A black rose piercing a heart with angel wings, My name written in old gothic lettering across it.. I tenderly ran a finger along the exquisite artwork in awe of the act of love and devotion she’d shown for me.

My eyes stinging with impending tears, I turned her around, cupped her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her deeply… thoroughly. My hands slid down her shoulders, making her dress fall in a heap around her feet.

Pulling izmir escort away from me, she smiled then took off. I stayed back, watching her slender body jog playfully down the hall to the bathroom. Her black lace boyshorts hugged the curve of her hips nicely and her hair swished and swayed across her back. Once she reached the doorway, she turned, looked at me over her shoulder and, crooking a finger, beckoned me to her. I quickly stripped off my clothes, grabbed a candle from the dinner table and headed after her.

I set the candle down on the dresser, it’s flame illuminating the room just enough so that when I looked up, my heart skipped a beat at the sight before me. She lay on the bed, her milky white flesh a stark contrast to the black blankets, one leg straight, the other bent and leaning to the side, her panties gone, her hair splayed across her pillows.

She stared at me, the playfulness in her eyes replaced by pure desire and raw sensuality. Her hands slowly caressed her abdomen, traveling down her thighs then back up to fondle her breasts.

Climbing onto the bed next to her, I leaned down placing soft kisses down her neck, my hand exploring her alluring body. I heard her gasp as I found her nipple, flicking and rolling it to a stiff peak.

Rolling her over onto her stomach, I straddled her thighs, brushed her hair to the side and drizzled a small amount of body oil onto her back. I rubbed and smeared it all over her, feeling her body relax at the sensation. Gently, I began kneading her muscles starting with her neck, then shoulders. My thumbs pushed and rubbed in small circles down the length of her spine to her tailbone then slowly glided my hands back up and down her arms.

A heavy sigh and quiet moan escaped her slightly parted lips as I moved down to the muscles in her thighs and calves… kneading, pushing, rubbing… I slid my hand up her inner thigh, just barely brushing against her sweet spot making her twitch. Inserting a finger into her wetness, she began to squirm under alsancak escort my tender touch. I pulled away and she gave a soft whine of disappointment.

Rolling her back over, I placed a trail of kisses from her lips to her full mounds, sucking and nibbling on her nubs before continuing down her belly. Her hands entangled in my hair, she gently pushed me further and further down until i hovered just above treasure. I inhaled deeply, reveling in her intoxicating scent.

Slipping my tongue between her moist folds, I slowly licked my way up, ending with a flick of her pert nub. With my coaxing touch she opened up to me like a blossoming flower. I slid a finger inside, her velvety walls pulsing with need. Her hands went to the back of my head as my tongue encircled her clit, sucking it into my mouth.

Her moans filled my ears, I could feel her muscles tense, her hips rock and move against me. Her cries of impending release grew more urgent, more intense. Her body quaked as she reached her crescendo, spilling her hot juices over my hand and chin. Her body twitched with each flick of my tongue as I lapped up her sweet nectar. She let out a deep contented sigh, her face glowing from her extraordinary release.

With a Wicked gleam in her eye, she sauntered over to the dresser and pulled out a red silk scarf. Sitting behind me, she tied it around my head blindfolding me. My body ached with extreme want and desire as she placed exquisitely soft, tender kisses down my neck, nipping at my shoulder. Her hands wrapped around me, finding my breasts, gently squeezing the voluptuous flesh, rolling my hard nipples between her fingers.

Frustration gripped my insides as I felt her move from the bed. I heard her rummage around in the closet a few seconds then the familiar hum of my favorite vibrator. She gently pushed me back, gliding the cool, hard plastic over my body sending vibrations straight to my core. She cranked the speed up a notch, the buzzing growing louder, the vibrations more intense.

Pushing buca escort my legs apart with her knees, she ran the toy up and down my inner thighs, slowly… teasingly. with each pass, she got closer and closer to my pussy, the need for release growing and intensifying until I felt as if I were going to combust from the inside out.

Finally, seeing the anguish on my face, she slid the vibrator inside me, a loud moan escaping from deep within my belly. She pulled it out slowly then pushed it back in, creating a slow, tantalizing rhythm. My hips rocked up, meeting her thrusts, my hands groping, pulling and pinching my nipples.

I could feel the fire in my loins slowly build to a raging inferno. My body quivered, a light sheen of sweat covered my flesh. My moans grew louder, her thrusts harder… faster. She started rubbing my clit with her thumb, fucking me ferociously. Finally, a white hot flame shot through me, a long cry of incredibly fantastic release filled the room.

I lay there for a long moment, relishing all the sensations. She crawled up next to me draping a long leg over mine, her arm across my belly, her head nuzzled in the crook of my neck. I held her tight, listening to her soft breathing. She suddenly sat up, a serous look on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want a slushy” she said then started laughing. I laughed right along with her as I watched her get dressed. Her hair a lust driven mess, she quickly ran a brush through it. Watching her move, a smile dancing across her lips as she looked back at me in the mirror, I realized something. I could never love anyone as much as I loved her at that very moment.

I must have fallen asleep waiting for her to return. The sound of the phone ringing jolted me awake. Her side of the bed still empty, a flash of worry shot through me as I picked up the phone. As I listened to the voice on the other end, my body went numb, my vision blurred with tears. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. My hand started trembling and the phone slipped from my grasp landing with a clatter on the hardwood floor.

My angel was gone… killed by a drunk driver as she crossed the street.

The pain, so incredible, so infinite in the beginning has subsided some, but still lingers. At times I can feel her near me, watching over me and I know that she will always be my angel.

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Note: While not necessary, the author suggests reading the original “How It Began” story prior to reading this part two. This following submittal chronicles Gene’s experiences after he has left the Summit County Home in Akron, Ohio and is living in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

It was a balmy night in Fort Lauderdale with the temperatures in the comfortable seventies when Gene made one-mile walk from his aunt’s house to the center of the nearly deserted town. Pretty much all activity in that area of Fort Lauderdale ceased after sundown in 1952 with the exception of the shuffle boarders at Stranahan park located in the very center of the town and the two movie theaters situated on Las Olas boulevard. In those early fifties years the town hadn’t been discovered by very many people and only existed as a far-flung suburb of sorts of the distant city of Miami together with the other small towns that populated the Atlantic coast above Miami. The populace of Fort Lauderdale consisted of possibly no more than twenty-five thousand souls most of the year, swelling to forty thousand with the influx of the “snowbirds” during the Northern winters, so it wasn’t unusual to not find many of the usual residents of the town out and about after sundown. Not surprising, as many of the small, privately owned businesses were usually closed at night and there was little to attract residents to the downtown area.

Gene had arrived only two days earlier from Akron after his aunt and uncle had arrived at the Home and presented legal documents securing his release, claiming they had no knowledge until recently that he was ward of the State of Ohio following his parent’s death for over three years. Gene couldn’t really remember his aunt and uncle and it took the entire car ride South and countless questions and discussion before he began to feel comfortable with his rediscovered relatives. It wasn’t until the day after they had arrived at his new home when he finally he had discerned why the middle-aged couple had secured his release from the clutches of the State of Ohio. They owned a small restaurant on the Northeast edge of town and, with no children of their own, planned to use him as an unpaid employee. The knowledge didn’t bother Gene, as he was more than happy to say goodbye to the mundane existence he had known for three years. He was also happy to be reunited with relatives, despite their apparent ulterior motives. Gene did regret leaving his friend and sex partner Richie behind although he had begun to feel that Richie was only using him as well.

Gene sauntered into the shuffle board area of the park and was surprised to find a couple of the courts occupied by elderly aficionados of the sport, silently sliding the puck back and forth, quietly rejoicing when they achieved a high score on the triangular pattern etched in the smooth concrete surface of the court. More out of boredom than curiosity, Gene sat on one of the wooden benches beside the court where the elderly couples were playing and watched with amusement at the gyrations of each of the players as they used the long poles to slide the puck to the opposite end of the court, often twisting themselves in awkward positions as they worked to magically force the wooden puck into the highest scoring location on the distant triangle.

After watching the two couples play for about a half-hour Gene was surprised when a man he guessed was about middle-aged entered the court area and, after silently observing the game in progress for a couple of minutes, walked over to the bench where Gene was sitting and took a seat on the other end, smiling with recognition of Gene’s presence before turning his attention back to the game. The man sat silently for most of the match, only making casual remarks such as “Good move,” or “Oops” in accordance with the play as though he was an active part of the competition.

As the couples finished the game and began gathering their belongings, the stranger turned to Gene and inquired, “You play shuffleboard, young man?”

Gene was somewhat startled by the sound of the man’s voice in the quietness of the park and it took him a moment to recover and stumble, “Wh-what?”

“I said, do you play shuffleboard?” the stranger repeated.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t understand,” Gene answered with embarrassment, unused to talking with an older man. “I-I never have played it. I was just curious, that’s all.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t mean to startle you. Guess you were deep in thought. Young man like you were probably thinking of some girl friend instead of watching old people play a game like shuffleboard.”

Gene looked the man over briefly, curious as to why someone his age would be interested in talking to someone like him, who looked a lot younger than his eighteen years. He cleared his throat and decided to answer what he took as a question, mindful of his upbringing, which taught him to be respectful of adults. “No, sir. No, I wasn’t thinking of some girl. Just izmir escort bored was all.”

The stranger slid closer down the polished bench and smiled as he held out his hand, “Well, my name is Ray and I just wanted to say it’s nice to meet you.”

Gene caught a whiff of the man’s cologne, a spicy scent that Gene found to be almost intoxicating and his eyes locked onto Ray’s eyes and was immediately spellbound as he stretched his hand out to shake hands. “I’m, I’m Gene,” he managed to murmur, immediately embarrassed at the high, girl-like tone of his voice.

Ray held onto Gene’s hand longer than Gene felt was necessary, but the younger man didn’t attempt to withdraw it, the man’s firm, but warm, grip soft and yet dominating. “Well, good to meet you, Gene. I have to say you are a very nice looking young man. I’m surprised you’re not with someone.”

“Th-thank you, sir. I mean, Ray. I haven’t been here in Florida very long–just a couple of days–and I haven’t met any friends.”

“Oh? Where you move from, Gene?” Ray asked, still holding Gene’s smaller hand.

“Uh, uh Ohio, sir. Came here with my aunt.”

Ray finally released Gene’s hand, but moved even closer as both of them noticed the elderly couples leave the shuffleboard area. “Ohio, huh? What part?”

“Akron,” Gene answered, nervously excited by Ray’s close proximity. Excited, but not wary, quickly beginning to like the older man’s attention.

“Oh, Akron. Been there, but didn’t like the winters around there. Too cold. Like it here much better.” Ray studied Gene’s face for a moment, admiring the youthful complexion; the full lips and the girl-like blue eyes. His hand rested on Gene’s knee almost casually as he asked, “You like it better here, Gene?”

The warmth of the man’s hand on his knee caused a stirring in Gene’s groin as he stuttered, “I-I th-think so. It’s, it’s nice.”

Ray moved his hand up and down a few inches, carefully studying Gene’s face for a reaction, and then asked, “Well, do you have a girlfriend up in Ohio, Gene? Or, or do you like girls?”

Gene blushed, “No, no, I don’t have a girlfriend. Never have. They’re okay, I guess.” He was becoming breathlessly aware of the hand caressing his knee, but did nothing to discourage the friendly stranger.

“Hmm,” Ray observed, silently arriving at a conclusion to Gene’s answer to his question before throatily questioning further, “You, you like men, then?”

Gene forced himself to look away from the stranger, painfully aware of his increased heartbeat, knowing he had to truthfully answer the telling question. “Y-yes. Yes, sir. I-I like men.”

At Gene’s confession, Ray became even bolder, his hand rapidly sliding up Gene’s leg, his fingers forming a cup to warmly capture the youth’s crotch. “Mmm, good, Gene. Good. I’m glad you do. You’re so pretty. I hope you like me.”

The hand on his crotch felt so warm, so exciting, and Gene felt his small cock begin to grow. He looked directly into Ray’s eyes and almost whispered, “I do. I like you, sir.”

Ray’s face broke into a wide grin as he used his hand to rub the younger man’s crotch. “I’m glad, Gene. Want to go to my place? It’s not far.”

“S-sure. Yes, sir. I’d love to.”

At his acquiescence, Ray rose from the bench, capturing Gene’s hand as he stood. “C-mon, then. My car is right over there,” Ray nodded towards the side street with his head as he guided Gene with a tight grip on his hand as though he was afraid he would lose possession of the youth, a conquest that had Ray almost beside himself with anticipation. He had immediately become entranced with the youthful, almost feminine appearance of the shy young man, unlike any he had met in an area known for youthful, good-looking young men. He quickly guided Gene through the concrete courts that were separated by rows of benches and shrubbery until they made it to the sidewalk of First Street and down the walk a few feet to his car. His new car, a Ford Crestline Victoria, sleek with racing styling that appealed to just about every man, a car that Ray knew would serve to attract sex bait–his main reason for selecting this model.

Ray unlocked the passenger door and went around the car to the driver’s side as he gestured, “Go ahead, Gene. Get in.”

Gene whistled his appreciation as he opened the door even as he looked over the sleek lines of the Ford. “Nice car,” he complimented as he settled into the softness of the leather passenger seat and pulled the door shut.

“Thanks,” Ray replied as he put the key in the ignition. “Just bought it last week. Thought about getting the convertible, but decided against owning a ragtop after being reminded about how much rain we get here.”

Ray pulled the car away from the curb and glanced over at Gene before boldly placing his hand on the young man’s thigh once again, silently pleased when his companion didn’t object. “So, you like men, Gene?”

With his alsancak escort eyes focused straight ahead, Gene softly, almost in a whisper, admitted, “Yes. Yes sir. I-I do.”

“Why is that, Gene? Girls turn you off?”

Gene had to analyze Ray’s question for a moment before confessing, “I, I don’t know about that. It’s just that…I’ve only known men. Never had much to do with girls.”

“Oh? I’m surprised,” Ray expressed with genuine amazement as his hand absent-mindedly stroked the firm thigh beneath his hand. “Figured a nice looking youngster like you would have girls falling all over you.”

Ray drove slowly, wanting to prolong the drive as long as possible while he completed his seduction. After a couple of silent blocks, he let his hand move from Gene’s thigh up to his left shoulder and softly caressed it while he leaned more towards his silent passenger, his hand ultimately moving behind the youth’s neck where he began to sensually massage the tense muscles. In a husky voice, Ray asked, “You like sex with men, Gene?”

Gene’s nervousness only permitted him to murmur, “Uh-huh.” His admission to a complete stranger made his mind and body react with a hunger, a longing, that he hadn’t felt since leaving Akron and he didn’t object as the hand behind his neck began to pull his head down toward Ray’s lap. It only took a slight pressure to bring his head to rest against the older man’s belly, his left cheek resting against the cold hardness of a belt buckle while his mouth was pressing the material pressed tightly over what appeared to be a very large erection. Completely by impulse, Gene moved his lips back and forth over what he perceived to be the head of the man’s cock and was delighted when the considerable muscle twitched beneath the cloth followed by the rumble of Ray’s approval as he reacted to the caress.

Ray’s right hand moved to Gene’s ass and squeezed in appreciation. “Mmmm, Gene. Damn! You do much of that and we’ll never make it to my apartment!” He worked his hand between the cheeks of Gene’s ass and massaged the deep crack formed by the bubble-like globes, then added, “And I want this ass. I want to feel it wrapped around my cock. You want that, boy? You want it?”

Gene nuzzled the cock beneath him in answer before whispering, “Anything, sir. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Mmm,” Ray groaned with delight and anticipation before questioning, “Anything? Anything I want, you say?”

“Y-yessir. Anything you tell me to do. I want to please you.”

“Wow! I’d love that, boy. I’ll make you my little sex slave.” Ray moved his hand from Gene’s ass and brought it up to caress his right ear, his fingers arcing downward to the soft lips now resting on his crotch. He worked his middle finger into Gene’s mouth, whispering hoarsely, “Suck it, boy, my little bitch.”

Obediently, Gene nursed on the finger in his mouth, the taste of stale cigarettes assaulting his senses as his tongue cleansed the digit of nicotine stains. Despite the distasteful flavor, Gene only felt an overwhelming desire to please this stranger, to belong to him, the need to serve kindling a longing inside that Gene had never felt before and he knew that no matter what this man asked or demanded of him, he would obey.

Gene was only faintly aware of the car coming to a stop and the sound of the motor stopping as Ray used his left hand to shut off the ignition so as to not interrupt the quiet nursing of his new-found sex object on his middle finger. The total subservience of the youth sprawled across the seat and sucking his finger was a new experience to Ray. He had had sex with countless men, some even younger than Gene, but he hadn’t ever had one who appeared so eager to please him, to submit to anything he desired. The mere prospects of having a youth so good looking and so eager to please had awakened a desire in Ray that had his entire body on fire and his cock aching with an erection never before experienced.

As if with regret, Ray pulled his finger out of Gene’s mouth with a plopping sound and announced, “We’re here, Gene. Let’s go inside.”

Gene grunted as he sat up, his mind foggy as if he had been asleep although he remembered with clarity every second of the ten minute ride. “We’re, we’re at your place?”

“Yep, this is it. Just an apartment, but it’s close to downtown,” Ray shrugged as he patted Gene’s thigh possessively. “And it’s private. No one to listen or see as we enjoy ourselves. C’mon, let’s go inside.”

Ray opened the driver’s door and Gene followed suit with the door on his side of the car, standing on the sidewalk in front of a two-story building. He only had a chance to observe a sign on the plate glass window of the bottom story that read “BARBER SHOP” before Ray took his arm and guided him around to the side of the building where he saw a flight of stairs that led to the upper floor. Ray motioned Gene ahead of him with a slight push on his lower buca escort back and they mounted the stairs in single file with Ray admiring the bubble-like globes of Gene’s ass as it moved with each upper step. When they reached the landing at the top of the stairs, Ray wrapped an arm around Gene’s waist and moved him to the side as he inserted his key into the lock and then pushed the door open to reveal a darkened room with only the light gleaming through a wide window softly illuminating the sparse surroundings.

Gene stood still just inside the door as Ray turned on a lamp situated by the door. He could see that the furnishings were a contradiction when compared to the cost of Ray’s new car. There was a sofa with worn covering that appeared to be sagging a little in the middle facing an easy chair with the same fabic, although a little more worn. Under the window at the front of the room was a full-size bed with wrought iron head and footboards, the covering twisted and wrinkled from the previous night’s sleep. On the backside of the room were a small table and a refrigerator, each framing a wooden door where Gene could see a bathtub beyond.

Gene’s observations were interrupted as Ray stepped in front of him and placed a hand on each side of Gene’s waist. They stood there silently for a moment as Ray searched Gene’s face and then pulled him closer so that their bodies touched. Unexpectedly for Gene, Ray bent his head and brought his lips to Gene’s, immediately opening his mouth slightly and stroking Gene’s lips with his tongue. Gene was a little startled by the kiss, as he hadn’t ever kissed a man before and only two girls years earlier. And those were just pecks! But this was a full-blown kiss, complete with saliva and tongue–more than Gene could have expected. But he found that he liked it and, without hesitation, he opened his mouth slightly to Ray’s persistently searching tongue. He could hear the older man’s breath quicken and felt the arms encircle his waist, pulling him even closer to where he could feel the protruding erection pressing against his lower stomach. As the kiss continue for several minutes, Gene found himself giving into the passion of the older man and he wrapped his arms around Ray’s neck as he let his own tongue join in battle with the experienced tongue invading his mouth. He felt strong hands cup his ass cheeks and squeeze even as they pulled his stomach hard against the huge throbbing, but clothed, cock of his new lover.

Gene couldn’t help but feel some disappointment when Ray finally broke the kiss and stepped back, his chest rising and falling with deep passion. “Whew!” Ray breathed. “That was hot!” He backed up to where he stood in front of the easy chair and suggested in a commanding tone as he sat down, “Strip for me, baby. Stand there and take off all of your clothes—slowly.”

As though he was mesmerized, Gene obediently began to remove his clothes. Not the hurried way he had when he was preparing for sex with his former master, but in a manner he hoped was pleasing to this new lover, this stranger. He began with his polo shirt, easing it up his chiseled stomach and over his broad shoulders and then finally tugging it over his curly and lengthy blonde hair that became tousled from the removal of the shirt. Not knowing where it was permissible to discard the shirt, Gene just let it drop to the floor and kicked the aging loafers off his feet, leaving him standing in his stockinet feet as he looked searchingly at the keenly observing stranger sitting across the room, the man’s eyes appearing to glow with satisfaction and lust, his mouth hanging slightly open as he stroked the front of his pants with one hand.

Not receiving any direction from Ray, Gene slowly unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his trousers. He stood like that for just seconds, again waiting for either encouragement or instructions without receiving either, before unbuttoning the top button and pushing the pants over his almost-girlish hips, releasing them to where they fell to the floor around his ankles. Looking expectantly at Ray before stepping out of the fallen garment with first one foot and then the other, Gene kicked the pants aside. He stood almost nude save for the pair of his “tidy-whities” briefs and looked questioningly at the man vigorously stroking his cock through his pants.

This time he received a response from Ray as the man motioned with his finger downward. “Off. Take ’em off,” came the impatient command.

Gene hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down halfway, the elastic stretched across his flat belly, devoid of hair. Trying his best to strip sexually for his observer, Gene pushed the briefs a little further until the elastic was stretched across his pubic mound, lightly covered with curly hair matching the hair on his head. He felt good when he saw Ray grin with appreciation and began to push the briefs down a little further.

Ray cleared his parched throat, “Umm-humm,” and made a circling motion with his forefinger.

Gene quickly understood and made a one-eighty turn on the tips of his toes, knowing full well the effect that being on his toes would have on the cheeks of his ass as he looked back over his shoulder at the leering Ray, trying his best to exhibit a sexy look.

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The four of us were heavily engaged in eating our pancakes, sausage, and eggs when Tamara got a Face Time request on her phone, which she eagerly picked up and showed us. It was Gracie, of all people … still stylish, still adorable, and still irritatingly jealous. She saw me with Tamara and got a strange, defiant look on her face, after which she bent over and mooned all of us, which naturally got Jasper and me quite hard, while it made Tamara and Connie rather wet. She also flipped me the bird, at which point I blew her a kiss. Her instant reaction to that was shock, followed by swallowing hard and pouting at us.

“Why, Ben? Why would you blow me a kiss after what I just did? That’s a loving act and I thought that you hate me as much as I love you!” Gracie exclaimed, obviously stunned by my gesture of affection.

“I never hated you, Gracie. Not once. Not even as frustratingly jealous as you became, forcing me to teach you a lesson about the necessity of controlling that jealousy. You exasperated me with your mad possessiveness, woman, but I love you even now. It’s just that I also love Tamara, babe. As for the mooning, I enjoyed the view,” I coughed as I admitted that much, “Your ass has always been of your best features.”

“You don’t hate me? You … still care about me? But … you dumped me for Tamara!” Gracie protested, struggling with her conflicted feelings.

“No, I didn’t. I took Tamara as a lover, yes, but I never dumped you. You’re the one who demanded that I choose, the one who left me when I wouldn’t give her up. In other words, you dumped me. So, tell me, why did you hate me so much?” I confronted her as I shoved more pancakes into my mouth.

“I didn’t … I just love you so much! I don’t hate you, never could! I love you! I need you, Ben! If I have to share you, I will, though it won’t be easy. Are you sure that I must, that you can’t give up Tamara? Sorry, Tamara, but I have a hard time with this sharing business,” Gracie asked me outright.

“Can you give Tamara up? Honestly, now?” I demanded to know.

“Um … no. She’s just so cuddly and loving … so damn good with her tongue, too. And her pussy is delicious! Sorry, but I couldn’t. You’d have to share me with… ,” Gracie’s face changed as she realized that she had echoed my sentiments, as if to know that she had argued my case for me and would look a hypocrite now, “But it’s not quite the same thing with women, is it?”

“Just as I thought. No one in their right mind would give up Tamara. She’s far too delectable. Anyway, why isn’t it the same thing, Gracie? Aren’t women people, too? Aren’t they equal to men? Aren’t lesbian relationships valid as well as straight ones? Sex is sex, affairs are affairs, and cheating is cheating. But it wasn’t cheating that I did when I dated you, Gracie. It was just my firm refusal to be exclusive or even pretend to agree to it. At least I wasn’t a hypocrite or liar about it. I didn’t promise you such things. I just swore that I would be good to you, take care of you, do things to pamper you, that sort of deal. I kept my word about that, didn’t I? How many times did I go out of my way to be kind to you? Wasn’t I a loving, doting sort of boyfriend in many ways, not just money, but other things, too. Not that I was submissive, but I loved to spoil you rotten,” I observed, adding to Gracie’s conflicted feelings now.

Gracie was now on the defensive and hung her head for a second before mumbling something, so I told her, “Speak up, Gracie. I can’t hear you if you don’t enunciate.”

“Okay … I was saying that I can’t believe what a bitch I was and what a hypocrite. It’s just that … that… ,” Gracie hesitated to say it.

“That what, Gracie? What is the matter?” I insisted, with Tamara, Jasper, and Connie also impatient now.

“I know that you’re going to marry her now, aren’t you. I wanted to be your wife! I wanted to have your ring and your name … and,” Gracie kept stalling, afraid of saying something.

“And what?” I pressed the matter.

“And … stay in the country. Otherwise, when my student visa runs out, it’s back to Colombia for me. I don’t want to go back to Colombia! Would you? It’s narcos, guerillas, death squads, poverty, and crooked officials. It’s a horrible standard of living and back to meatless meals much of the week. I haven’t lived there in four years and I don’t want to go back! If I don’t get married to an American, I’ll have to go back when my visa runs out!” Gracie pouted, while I smiled at her, much to her astonishment.

“Gracie, don’t you know what an anchor baby is?” I izmir escort asked her abruptly.

“I’ve heard of that, but if I have a baby out of wedlock, what will happen to me? Who will take care of us?” Gracie asked, still curious, “I wanted to marry you and have your babies, and then you’d keep me around, but I was afraid that if you had other women, you’d ditch us like my father ditched my mother. I finally decided to leave first, before you did it to me, but I didn’t dare to find another man. If I did, you might not want me. I just figured that somehow, if I slept with Tamara, she would take care of my needs until you wanted me back … and make it more likely that you’d take me back, too.”

“What did you think would happen to Tamara and me? Honestly, Gracie. Let’s be honest now,” I turned up the heat on Gracie as I downed my coffee.

“You’d … probably keep fucking her. I knew that you would, especially since she works for you. And I figured that she probably wouldn’t move out, either. But I figured that you’d at least lie to me, so I could pretend that you gave her up, while both of us kept fucking her,” Gracie admitted, sounding and looking silly, even to herself now.

“That’s what I thought … and how long did you think that you could pretend that she wasn’t basically my mistress, when she wasn’t about to move to another bed and she certainly wouldn’t go on the Pill … and that I’d keep banging her bareback?” I pointed out to Gracie, “Dishonesty is no foundation for a good marriage. Your dream is to be married or is it to be with me and have my children? Share a life with me and all. Were your parents married or not? Did your father leave because of no vows or because of something else?”

“My dream was … and is, to be yours, Ben. Marriage or not. To be yours, but I was hoping for marriage, so you would maybe help me stay in the country, too, between that and my babies. And because I wanted to walk down the aisle and have you declare to everyone that I’m yours. Other women were a threat. It had nothing to do with morals. It was just me wanting to keep from losing you. My father was married to my mother, but he blamed us for that. My twin brother Arturo and me, that is. He never really wanted to be a husband and father.”

“So, I think that you can figure this out, dear. Marriage is no guarantee of love or commitment. It will not make your stay in the US any more secure. In fact, it will bring scrutiny from the Feds. An anchor baby, however … that’s undeniable. If your baby’s father is an American, we can fight to keep you here. As for marriage, I really hope to see plural marriage happen someday, but in the meantime, I proposed to Tamara and I’m marrying her.

“You can stay with us and sleep with both of us … in our bed. So, how about it? Move in with us. Mind you, I’d expect you to sleep with Jasper and Connie, too. Think that you can handle that? I’m going to fuck all of you ladies, as is Jasper … and I really think that Jasper and Connie should move into our place, too. The three of you women can fuck each other as well. How does that sound?” I offered Gracie a way back into my arms.

“You mean it? After all that’s happened between us? I can be your girlfriend again and you’ll be my papi again, too? Oh, thank you, Ben! I’ll do whatever you want, I swear!” Gracie swore to me, her face lighting up now.

“Okay, then … come here now! Immediately, while we’re still eating. We’ll get you breakfast, too. Meet up with us and do whatever I tell you. Are we clear? In case you hadn’t figured it out, you’ll be doing as I say from now on, too. No more jealous outbursts. Obey me and do my bidding, cater to my every last whim. Capice?” I grinned at her.

“Hell, yes! You won’t regret it, any of you! Thank you, sweet papi!” Gracie cut off the call and the impression that I got was total urgency on her part now.

“So … us, moving in with you, into your place, eh?” Jasper smiled now.

“And getting a piece of that yummy ass, too! I can already taste her culo on my tongue! What about you, Tamara? Is she as delicious as she sounds?” Connie asked my fiancee/slave.

“More so. Much like you, in fact. Not surprising. You’re both Latinas. I might have to do a blind butt-tasting contest some time, just to see who has the tastier bottom. Think of the orgies that we can all have, not even counting the others that we plan to entice into our little inner club,” Tamara licked her lips now, obviously imagining hours of rimming both Hispanic beauties, adding, “I suspect that she’ll be alsancak escort wearing your collar soon, too, just as I will.”

“Preferably nothing but the collar half the time, if not more. The image of you two domestic goddesses in the buff, wearing only your collars as you do various tasks or chores is enough to seriously turn me on. Three if Connie opts to join in,” I winked at both ladies.

“Try and stop me, stud. I’d love for Jasper and you to come home to that. Maybe we could fuck men at the door now and then, too, such as the mailmen and parcel delivery drivers. We could be total sluts for both of you, since you don’t mind sharing as well as being shared. We could be naked and glistening with cum and sweat from just being fucked … you know, that look,” Connie smiled deviously.

“Nice and slutty, just the way that I like it,” Jasper confessed.

“Oh, hell, yeah! That freshly fucked look on a woman … God, that’s hot! Hey, you are a nymphomaniac. Our whole arrangement started because you have such needs. No need to hold back now,” I reminded Connie with a wink.

“As long as I’m not chopped liver,” Tamara teased.

“Never, babe. You’re my personal love slave, and that means a great deal to me. There is a lot of trust to that … an intimacy, isn’t there?” I observed with a kiss.

That was when Gracie arrived, just in time for the waiter, a rather sullen, anti-social guy who had palmed off half his work on others (I already decided that he was getting no tip … and I ALWAYS tipped, usually well), finally snapped and refused to take her order. Instead, he yanked off the trademark apron and just walked off the job, giving his boss and the patrons the middle finger. Left holding the bag, the owner, an Indian man in his late 40s, apologized effusively, personally took Gracie’s order, and offered to make the whole meal complimentary.

“No need for that. Everything else was great. Kevin’s attitude wasn’t your fault. I thank you for the offer and for taking charge of it, though. What was that about, anyway?” I asked the man, whose name badge just read Vijay and showed his title as “Proprietor.”

“He made some comment about ‘ugly wetback cunts’ to me, so evidently, the last straw for him was having to serve Hispanics. Regrettable, but at this point, I would call 911 if he ever came back for any reason. Personally, I think that the ladies are all quite lovely, but I’m married, so that’s probably not the best thing to admit too openly. I’m lucky in my wife, too. She’s rather young and lovely compared to me. Sexy, even … just like these girls,” Vijay had a suddenly wistful look on his face, and then I got a bright idea.

“Gracie, dear, it occurs to me that part of your problem was the way that I had the first encounter with Tamara. Oh, I don’t regret it, understand that much, but I know that it could have been a little less ‘in your face, ‘ if you will. So, here’s your chance to thank Vijay here … and get a little of your own. I know that you were a virgin when we first got together, so perhaps it would help if you got some strange dick. Why don’t you take Vijay somewhere and give him some tail? Let him fuck you nice and good. How does that sound, Vijay?” I smiled at the man.

“Are you serious? You … you want me to have sex with him? Shouldn’t he use a condom?” Gracie asked me, more puzzl ed and surprised than visibly upset

“Nope. Bareback. Let him fuck you. I didn’t use a condom with you. Give him your panties, too. Let him keep them as a souvenir of today. I want to see that ‘freshly fucked’ look on your face. Few facial expressions are hotter than that one. Try it for a change. You’ll be sleeping with both Jasper, Connie, Tamara, and me as just a start, and then you’ll be sleeping with all of our partners as well.

“Relax … you’ll get to enjoy it. I already know that you have the potential to break free of some social mores, since you’ve been sleeping with another woman … a woman with a boyfriend, no less! You don’t have to play the novice anymore. You can be as slutty as you really want to be … and deep down, I know that you want to be a slut, but you’re held back by your upbringing. Get some payback for the way that I fucked Tamara in that supply closet. Fuck Vijay, if he wants it,” I reassured Gracie while kissing her neck and fondling her ass under her skirt … the others clearly egging her on by their reactions and body language.

“How will I make up to Avani? If I can do that, I won’t mind trying this young woman. She is rather sensual, very feminine. buca escort Gracie? A fitting name. You are a very graceful young lady, but I hope that you’re no lady when you’re fucked,” Vijay flattered Gracie, who blushed as far as her complexion would permit her.

“Okay, I’ll do it. You said to obey you, after all. Come, sir. My lovers want me to be a slut, so that’s what I will be … for them and for me. Should I give him my panties now, or after he’s fucked me good?” Gracie asked me.

“After. Let him earn the panties by fucking you good and hard, in whatever position you guys want,” I encouraged my girlfriend, while my slutty fiancee leaned over to unzip my pants under the table and suck my cock, “Oh, and Vijay, the answer to that is obvious. Let us fuck Avani. If she’s a sexy as she sounds, it will be one hell of an orgy.”

While we waited for Gracie’s order to be made … and for Gracie to return from getting her ashes hauled by Vijay, I soon found Tamara and Connie switching off between Jasper and me, each sucking one of our dicks before swapping again. About the fourth time that the ladies traded cocks, I came hard down Connie’s throat, while Jasper spilled into Tamara’s open mouth. When the women then shared the cum in a Sapphic soul kiss that would give a dead man a boner, I grabbed Tamara to kiss her lips, while Jasper did the same to Connie, neither of us caring anymore that we were tasting each other’s snowballs.

Several minutes later, Vijay and Gracie came back with satisfied smiles, my girlfriend lifting her skirt to show us the proprietor’s seed leaking from her snatch. She definitely had the “just got fucked” expression, too, which made her sexier than ever. He had a million-dollar grin himself, having just plowed a woman other than his wife for the first time since he married. Then he remembered Gracie’s order and rushed to wash his hands before bringing it personally to her.

Gracie winked at him in a conspiratorial manner, laughing and showing that she was much more relaxed. Something told me that the saying was true on her face … Gracie was not a good girl gone bad, but a “bad” girl found out … if you wanted to pass such judgments. Frankly, I found it a bit harsh, but then I loved, not hated sluts. In any case, my instincts were right about her. Gracie was as much a natural slut as the other ladies in our harem. She found that she enjoyed sex with multiple partners, and in risky situations, just like the rest of us.

Gracie was even more comfortable once I began kissing her sweet lips and adding some tongue, while Tamara spread her thighs under her skirt to lap up Vijay’s cum from her twat. While Gracie ate her breakfast, my love slave ate her pussy, making my not-so-ex moan and bite her lower lip in response to the intense pleasure of the tongue inside her slit. When Vijay held up her panties, she blushed and giggled a little before licking her chops and washing down her breakfast with her orange juice.

“I’m definitely going to have to invite you guys over to fuck Avani. The poor girl will not know what hit her, but she’ll be in heaven before she realizes it. Seeing that satisfied look on Gracie’s face, I won’t rest until it’s on Avani’s, too. I’ve often wanted to open my marriage of late, but I haven’t dared until now. Thank you for helping me out there. Can you guys meet me for supper tonight? I’d like to introduce you to my good lady wife. Trust me, that’s going to be terrific for each of us. I’ll order pizza, so she doesn’t have to cook, either. I want her to have plenty of calories to burn on sex. The thought of her acting the slut tonight … damn!” Vijay surprised us all with the degree of his lust … obviously, we’d found a guy with a wild side in spite of his conservative Hindu facade.

Something told me that I hadn’t seen anything yet, and when it came to Avani, I was dead right. Vijay and she took hospitality to whole new levels that night and she was definitely a quick learner. In any case, I gladly accepted, as did the rest of us, at which point Vijay insisted upon covering the meal in spite of our attempts to do so.

“You can pay us tonight by helping Avani break free. It’s not like I need the tip, anyway,” Vijay said as his boner grew again from seeing Tamara make out with me while Gracie gave me a blowjob and Connie dragged Jasper off to the same supply closet for a quickie.

From the look on Tamara’s face, she wanted an encore herself, and you bet your tokhus I gave her one. This time, Gracie didn’t seem to mind so much, but that was probably because she joined us for a threesome. When we finally left, the other patrons had guessed what was up, but all they did was mutter and stare. Not a soul dared to complain, most likely because they knew that it would do no good. Besides, at least half of them were green with envy and seemed ready to go home to get it on themselves.

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It’s been years since I’ve been on the Internet regularly for sex/porn but recently I’ve been motivated by what I’ve seen to write about my first homosexual experience, which happened about 8 years ago, when I was 22.

I met Steve in a chat room. He lives a few towns away. He was 38 and divorced. He explained how he wished he had known more about his homosexuality at an earlier age, which would have saved him much time and heartache.

We chatted a lot those first few weeks. I explained that my dating experiences in college were disastrous and that I had found myself looking at gay porn on the Internet more and more. This activity increased to every night after I got my first apartment. I had shaved myself smooth from the neck down and bought myself a small vibrator that I rubbed over my cock and asshole while I masturbated.

Steve talked about his experiences during our chats and I told him of my desires. Typically, just after we signed off, I would blow a huge load in seconds because he made me so hot

I only got hotter when he started to explain to me that I was probably a ‘bottom’. I wasn’t really familiar with the term but as he explained it, it sounded correct. My fantasies involved a man making me suck his cock and to be fucked. To that end, Steve talked me thru pushing my small vibrator into my ass while we chatted a couple of times to see if I’d like it.

I did.

Steve told me based on his experience that I’d be best served by having gay sex in real life before I got hooked up with some woman and repressed the desire…which could come back later to haunt me as they did him.

A couple of weeks later, he invited me to his home on a Friday night and told me to bring an overnight bag. When I arrived there, it was clear Steve was ready to get down to business. He was wearing a robe. I sat down and he offered me a beer, which I quickly chugged down and accepted his offer for another.

As I was draining that beer, Steve let his robe fall open. He had on a leather jock strap type thing and a black leather band around one bicep. Steve stood up, took off his robe and reached next to the couch, handing me a disposable enema bottle.

“Here, go clean yourself out in the bathroom. I will want to play with that ass later,” he said.

I went into his bathroom trembling but got on all fours and emptied the enema bottle into my ass. I heard Steve call out: “and when you come out of there, the only thing I want you wearing what is on the wall!”

I quickly looked up to see a studded leather chest harness hanging up and when I was done with the enema, took off my clothes, putting the strange contraption on, I turned to look at myself in the mirror and thought “Oh my god…I look like of the men in gay porn!”

I sheepishly went back to Steve and he told me to kneel before him. He took my right hand and put it on his jock strap. His bulge was enormous and within a minute of my holding my hand on it, he commanded “take it down now.”

As I pulled down the leather cover, his half hard cock sprang free and I gasped just a little. It was already almost 7″, very thick and had a huge, mushroom head. As I pulled off his strap, Steve smiled and asked “like what you see?”

I quickly nodded. “Then show it some respect, kiss it!”

I felt compelled to follow his instructions and brought my lips to plant a tentative kiss on his cockhead. “Good boy,” Steve said. “now make it hard, kiss up down the shaft and my balls”

I proceeded to kiss up and down his meat, kissing the big balls each time I reached the bottom. His cock slowly got harder and the head swelled into a fat dome.

I couldn’t believe how hot I was getting kissing his meat. It was something I’d dreamt about so long. Steve slowly rubbed his cock back and forth across my face. After a couple minutes of this he said “okay now take me between your lips”

I took his head into my mouth and felt like I had just taken in a huge lollipop. Steve put his hands in my hair and said softly “relax your jaw and breath through your nose while I feed you dick”

As soon as he sensed me following orders, I felt Steve pulling my face down on him and I instinctively moaned a little. He released his hands from my head and smiled a gorgeous izmir escort smile at me and whispered “yeah, I knew you’d like it in your mouth. Now bob up and down a bit, give me head boy”.

When he said that, it triggered something primal in me and I started to move my mouth up and down, only taking a few inches in but feeling like a slut who was giving head to a man as I did. Steve then began to talk encouraging to me as I bobbed, he said things like “there, doesn’t it feel good to suck a cock? Guys like you suck the big cocks of men like me, it’s completely natural for you to be a cocksucker”

As I heard, those words, I knew they were completely true. I was playing a role I’d seen in porn hundreds of times and it was wonderful!

For the next half hour, I was sucking Steve’s huge prick in various positions. He placed me face up and face down on the couch, getting about 5 inches in with each stroke. When I’d start to gag, he would pull back but then get the head right back there and I learned to stifle the gag reflex pretty well.

Finally, I was back on my knees before him as I started and bobbing freely up and down on his prick, as Steve chanted “oh yeah…oh yeah” for a while.

In a flash, he grabbed both hands to my head and I literally saw his balls draw up into his crotch. Then I felt the first jet of thick, hot cum blast into my throat. They were followed by pulsation after pulsation and I felt like my mouth was filling with thick, hot snot.

I remember thinking as he was ejaculating in my mouth how I had cum in a couple girls mouths and that for me….being on the receiving end…was SO much better. I loved the feeling of being used like this.

His cum was salty and sweet and was such a cool sensation to have it sliding down my throat.

When Steve was done ejaculating, he pulled my head off his meat and asked what I thought. I was somewhat speechless but managed to stammer, “Awesome.” To which he smiled.

He then suggested a shower together. He had a very large tub/shower and after I removed the harness, we were soon under the spray, where he took me in his arms and kissed me forcefully. Making out with a man, feeling his stubble on my face was absolutely a delight.

Steve then told me to soap him up. As I did so, he instructed, “Now spend a lot of time on my asscrack and hole, wash it up good.” I eagerly accepted and rubbed the shower gel well up and down his crack and around his anus.

When I was done, he placed both hands on my shoulders and applied pressure downward. I quickly fell to my knees. Steve then turned around, bent over slightly, and ordered me to part his cheeks. I did and was instantly staring at his hairy asscrack and scrotum.

“Show me some respect now boy, kiss my asshole!” Steve barked. I moved my face into his wet asscrack and kissed the hole. “Now put your tongue out and rim me,” he said. I placed my tongue flat against his anus and again, began to do something I’d seen so many picture of and dreamed of doing for years.

With the soaping I’d done, there was hardly any taste. It was such a turn on to lick a man’s ass. Steve turned his head around and said, “Very good. Now it’s time to put your tongue inside. It will taste stronger but don’t worry, guys like you learn to love the taste of shithole after a while.

“Shithole”: that word hammered home what I was about to do and my heart was hammering in my chest as I pointed my tongue and pressed it into Steve.

His wet hole gave way and my tongue slid right into his sphincter and the taste was incredible. I felt like I was doing something so much intimate than when I’d licked a girl’s pussy.

When I heard Steve moan a little. I knew I was doing something right and slowly got the hang of eating ass, reveling in the taste and smell of a man’s exit.

I continued to tongue his asshole for about five minutes. Then he slowly stood up and turned around….displaying his fully engorged erection right up against my face again.

Chuckling, Steve said “back to the bedroom…”

After we dried off, Steve put the harness back on me….then attached a studded dog collar around my neck. Where the dog license would be was instead a tag shaped like a cock alsancak escort and balls that was engraved “Queer”

Steve laid me on his bed with my legs hanging over the edge, face up. He went to his nightstand and returned with a large tube of KY. He was then applying liberal amounts of it to his fingers and pushing them gently up my ass.

While I was excited, I was also very scared about what was about to happen and that must have showed on my face.

“Relax,” Steve assured. “There were a few nights where I told you how to put your vibrator in your ass when we were chatting, remember?”

“Yeah” I responded nervously. “But my vibrator is nowhere near as big as you or flared at the tip like that”

Steve smiled that beautiful smile again and said calmly. “From what I’ve seen, you are probably going to like this a lot. No more practice, tonight you are going to become a real bottom”

He began rolling a condom over his big head, then down the shaft. With one hand he pushed my legs back to my chest. When Steve did that, it only confirmed that he was taking charge and I felt scared and excited at the same time. All those things I’d seen on the internet of one man fucking another and I was finally going to see what it was like.

In seconds, He was rubbing his cockhead against my well-lubed asshole. As he did I thought of the few women I’d fucked and how Steve was probably a lot better at fucking because it was such a sensual move and teasing at the same time.

Then he put both hands under my knees to balance himself and I felt tremendous pressure on my anus as he leaned forward. When his cockhead started to enter me, I did my best to stifle a scream. I felt as if a baseball bat were being crammed into me and clutched hard at the sheets.

“Just relax buddy,” Steve said, looking at the grimace on my face. “we need to convert this tight ass of yours for cock”

“oh my god” I managed to utter back. I began to think that being fucked was going to be very difficult.

When his head popped through my sphincter, there was a slight relief from the discomfort because his shaft wasn’t as thick but the stretching sensation only moved…to inside my ass.

Steve smiled as he slowly, very slowly, put his weight down, easing inches into ass. As he did, I could literally feel my insides being stretched into the shape of a cockhead.

Steve had an ear to ear grin and I looked at him and I managed to give back faint smile through the discomfort. He leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss, then whispered in my ear “I know it’s different than when you put a toy up your ass but you are going to love this….”

With that, Steve pulled back until just his head was inside me, firmly took hold of me with a thigh in each hand and pushed his cock in until his balls touched my ass. I felt like I was going to pass out.

When I regained my composure a few seconds later. Steve was gently pulling back and pushing his meat in a sawing motion. I startled myself when I let out a low moan and realized my ass was loosening for him.

Steve grinned and said “Now that’s what I like to hear!” and leaned his face in until we kissed again. This time I kissed back passionately, letting all my emotions flow in that kiss. I felt overwhelming lust, fear and so much passion for my first time taking a cock in my ass.

When the kiss broke, Steve took both my ankles and pulled them up until my knees were over his shoulders. Then he began to slowly, but steadily, work his cock in an out of me.

The discomfort was quickly disappearing, replaced by an incredible feeling of fullness each time he’d pump his dick into my asshole. I heard Steve say…’hmmm…you seem to really be enjoying this”. I looked down and saw my own cock was rock heard and swollen against my belly. I blurted out “oh man …”

Steve responded. “No, it’s good. Your body is showing you that you like being a bottom. You’re hard and the only stimulation you’re getting is getting fucked. Excellent!”

He then pulled out and roughly turned me over, ordering me up on my knees. He moved his cockhead to my asshole again and pulled me by my hips back onto it, slowly sinking in the shaft. As he did, I instinctively buca escort lowered my head down.

Steve, said “That’s it boy. Arch your ass up for dick, show respect for your top!”

Steve fucked me a little faster….then a little slower for about 10 more minutes. He was clearly experienced at bringing himself to the edge of orgasm, then pulling back. The room was smelling of lube, cock and ass.

Steve looked down to say “Still think you’re just bisexual guy?”

I managed to hoarsely say back “God Steve…I love your cock”

I realized that the times I had fucked a woman, I had secretly been wanting the opposite—to have a man fucking ME and taking him.

“Oh you’re going to have to do better than that….” And as those words lingered in the air, he reached down and yanked up on my dog collar. When he did that, I noticed I was beginning to moan and not a particularly masculine moan either. He would slowly pull back then, in a rush, jam his meat back up my ass till he reached his balls. I was moaning more as I heard him chuckle a little behind me.

He asked how this compared to the dildo.

“No comparison” I managed to answer between moans.

“Great.” He replied and pulled his cock from my ass then ordered me to get on my back again.

Steve pushed my legs back again and entered my ass easily and to the hilt. He pumped a couple of strokes into me then reached down and took my throbbing cock in his head and slowly began to stroke it.

I heard him say “Congrats Boy, you take a thick cock up your ass like a champ…time for your little dick to cum”

I felt the orgasm of my life about to let loose and groaned. With 20 seconds the first rope of cum blasted onto my chest. Steve had a very firm grip on my meat and pointed it so that the next one, hit me directly across the face…I must have had 5 successive shots of semen go onto my cheeks and hair. I had never cum so hard in my life.

After only another few seconds of pumping, Steve moved in until his balls touched my ass and closed his eyes as I felt his cock start twitching strongly in my bowels. I could literally feel the tip of the condom filling with cum.

I was in absolute ecstacy. I felt like I had pleased a man not only to cumming in my mouth but in my ass as well. Thoughts were going off in my head like a neon sign: These were the most natural feeling acts of lovemaking I’d ever experienced. Every time I’d had sex with a woman, it had seemed so phony. This didn’t.

And I knew the reason why. I always believed they age old expression about “a whore in the bedroom” What I hadn’t had confirmed to me up to that day was that it was ME who was meant to be the whore to a man, not a woman to me. Everything was becoming clearer about these things to me in the after rush of my first real fuck.

Steve wasn’t done with me. He slowly pulled his cock from my asshole and knee walked up to my face. He proceeded to remove the condom from his cock and ceremoniously turned it upside down and another load of wet, smelly mancum splashed directly from my face.

Then he slapped his fat cock onto my face and started rubbing it around, mixing the semen I had shot from my cock and he directed to my face and what he just dropped from the condom.

Steve would periodically, push he semisoft meat into my mouth afterward, so I would lick and suck it clean. I knew how much I smelled of cum and how it tasted in my mouth. And I could still smell my ass in the air too.

When we were done I was still overwhelmed with raw emotion and told Steve it was so intense and what I had wanted for so long I couldn’t believe it happened.

Steve responded that “See, I’m not saying you are gay but there’s a good chance you are and you needed to see what this was like very badly. I could tell by the way you chatted online that you’d probably be total slut for me and I am very glad I was right!”

Steve offered to let me sleep over in his guest bedroom and provide additional ‘lessons’ in the future if I desired. I said yes to both.

After a good night’s sleep. I had my next lesson the next morning in the shower. Steve put down a towel and ordered me to my knees where I gave him a long blowjob in the steamy shower. He had me bobbing up and down quite a while later when he filled my mouth with cum.

We were off to the start of a wonderful friendship.

This story is completely true. If you like it, I’d love to hear from you, so you can let me know why. I could be inspired to write another story or two if there is demand.

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Disclaimer: This is an adult story that should not be read by minors under the age of 18. It involves adult over the age of 18 in scenes of Incest, FF, M/FF, M/F, Oral, Anal, and a damn good plot.

I had a bit of trouble writing this story, which is why it took so long, but I think it worked out well. Had to get some help from an on-line porno though for the sex scenes.

Christmas Wish Part 2: Ghosts of Christmas Present

She stood out in the doorway, a ghost that had returned from the past. But some ghosts should always remain in the past.

At first I thought that this was Kate, Sarah’s young aunt, and the one who brought us into the army. She was a good likeness for the sexy aunt, straight red hair that hung down to her jaw, the right side of her face covered by her bangs, military style clothing consisting of a green beret, black tank top with an open camouflage jacket and matching pants that hung down below her hip bones. The top of her thong underwear was yanked up over her hips in club fashion. She even stood like Kate, the same bend at the hips with her duffle bag over the shoulders.

What finally convinced me that this wasn’t Kate though, was the crooked grin on her beautiful face, and that her left eye was blue, while Kate had two green eyes. And the fact that she stood about six feet tall, while Kate was under 5’8”.

“Hi Max,”

“Max, is that Aunty Kate,” Sarah called out, her tone a lot softer now. As she came around the corner to greet her favorite aunt, she dropped the china plates that she had been holding. They fell to the floor with a loud crash, but nobody noticed.

“Hi Sarah,” she said, her tone more shy then when she had greeted me, as if afraid of not being welcomed.

Sarah could only stare at our guest, before whispering, “Erin?”

“Yeah,” her pale skin turned crimson as she blushed. “Been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Erin!” Sarah cried as she pulled her sister in a deep embrace. Erin also started crying, finally letting out her pent up emotions. “You’re home, you’re finally home.”

I just stood there, not knowing what to do. It felt great having Erin home, but something felt off about this. This wasn’t the same Erin that I grew up with and went on Special Forces missions with. The last two years had changed her, and I didn’t think we’d ever see the old Erin again.

It was when the twins hugged that I noticed it. It was only for a second, but I wasn’t mistaken. “Erin… your eye.”

The twins separated and Erin looked up at me. The warmth of being home left her face, replaced by a look of sorrow.

Sarah looked from me to Erin and gasped as she saw what I had noticed. She brushed aside Erin’s hanging bangs and covered her mouth in horror. “Oh baby.” Erin turned her head away, not comfortable with the attention.

“It’s not something I want to talk about,” Her bangs fell back to cover the black eye patch. I had seen enough survivors and rescued P.O.W.’s to recognize a missing eye. You have to understand, aside from their stunning good looks and great bodies, the one thing that made the twins really special where there eyes. They were identical in every way except for them. While Sarah had a blue right eye and green left eye, Erin had a green right eye and blue left. It was their eyes that got them the guys (and girls) most of the time. Though they had really nice, big, round breasts that screamed for attention when they wore tight shirts everyone always noticed their eyes first. But now Erin was missing her green eye, and it was obvious that it pained more, emotionally as well as physically.

Realizing that I caused this uncomfortable moment, I put a smile on and changed the subject. “Why are we still out here in the doorway, come inside Erin. We were just about to have Christmas Eve diner.” She smiled in appreciation, and hugged me as I took her bag and Sarah led her to the living room.

I let the twins sit alone while I brought Erin’s duffle bag to our spare room. In the past we would all three sleep together, but I didn’t know how things were now. I was quick to learn that this was a topic that I didn’t have to worry about. When I came back down the stairs, I was momentarily shocked to see the two girls were already making out on the couch.

Within the one minute that I was gone, Erin had removed her jacket and black top, letting her huge breasts out to be mauled by Sarah. Sarah still had all of her clothes on, but this was only because she was too busy, her hands crawling all over Erin, and her mouth pressed with Erin’s mouth.

Looking at them now, I couldn’t tell that they were twins. Both of the girls had changed so much. Sarah was no longer pale, having developed a bronze tan over the years from sunbathing naked, as well as a few missions into deserts, and her long hair was no longer fiery crimson, but more like red gold. Contrary to her sister, Erin was still lily white, though her hair was cut a lot shorter with long bangs. They izmir escort both still stood tall, topping about six feet, and they still had great, muscular, though feminine, figures, and each had an awesome rack that could feed an army (which they had put to the test, and were successful). Though they also both had numerous scars (even I had many), I noticed that Erin had at least twice as many now.

I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I fought against my instincts that screamed, “Jump in you moron!” Instead I just stood in the shadows and watched. For a second, the thought of being a creepy, psychotic, ex-boyfriend went through my head, watching his ex-girl friend with her new beaux, but I laughed that away. But I did feel weird just standing there watching, so I silently went up to my room, where I grabbed one of my digital cameras, and came back down to film them. I also turned on some music, to help them get into a rhythm.

By now Sarah had lost her top as well, and Erin was suckling on one of her nipples. Her little pink tongue wrapped around Sarah’s nipples, pulling the budding nub into her mouth. When she had them sticking far out and as hard as my cock, she would bite them with he pearly white teeth.

“Oh, yes.” Sarah purred, her fingers running through Erin’s short hair. She kept her eyes closed, so she could fantasize that they were back in better times. I knew this, because I recognized the look of peace on her face. It was the same face she’d make when we were all still in high school.

After a minute of this, Sarah fell back against the arm of the couch, pulling Erin down with her. Erin kept her head between Sarah’s breasts, while her hand went down to massage Sarah’s pussy. Sarah was still wearing her black skirt, but Erin simply went underneath it to grope her underwear. Sarah often went without panties, but she enjoyed wearing them for special occasions, because she found it fun when her lovers pulled them off, and how they felt against her cunt when they became soaked with cum.

I came around the other side of the couch so as to get a better angle of the action going on. On this side, I got a great view of Erin’s sexy ass sticking up in the air. She was still wearing her pants, but her muscular cheeks could be made out through the material, along with the thong underwear going up her crack. One thing I could never complain about the army was their training uniform. I had many fond memories of training with the many women wearing those loose bottoms and tight tops. I wanted so much to go over and grabbed that ass, run my fingers over that sweet pussy that could be made out right now. But this was the twin’s moment more than my own, and I could wait until they called me over.

“Hmm, yes, touch my pussy,” Sarah whispered.

Erin had pulled her face off of Sarah’s breasts in order to look at the dripping pussy beneath her. Her face was split by a beautiful grin, as she became excited from her sister’s own excitement.

“You like this? You want me to continue?” She rubbed harder.

“Oh yes, I love it.”

“Then we’ll have to do something about these.” With her free hand, Erin unzipped Sarah’s skirt and pulled it off, throwing it to the floor. This left Sarah’s long muscular legs bare, and her white thong panties exposed. Erin was still massaging Sarah’s pussy through her panties, but when I did a close up, I could see that the white material was almost completely see-through as Sarah kept cumming. Erin’s fingers were practically pushing the flimsy material into the gapping cunt.

“Mmmm, look at this,” Erin said as she pushed Sarah’s legs further open. “You’ve been working out since I last saw this. But I want to see how strong it has become.” And with that, she used both hands to slowly slide Sarah’s panties down her legs. When they slid off her feet, Erin tossed it over her shoulders, where they landed on my head. At no time did Erin aim, or look in my direction, but I swear that she hit me with them on purpose. I didn’t care. Sarah’s scent filled my nostrils, and some of the white cream slid onto my face. I took them off my head and was tempted to throw them back at Erin, but instead I just let it fall onto Sarah’ skirt.

Now that her pussy was bared, I did another close up, focusing in on Erin’s tongue pushing into Sarah’s lower lips. Erin started slow, but when Sarah’s moans became louder and wilder, Erin devoured Sarah’s crotch. She would flick her tongue against it, bite her clit and even shove her fingers inside. Sarah’s pussy had developed over the years, reaching a point that I could fit my whole fist inside without hurting her to much, and Erin took advantage of this.

“Yes, oh god, yes!” Sarah cried out, her hips thrusting upwards, pushing her bald pussy into Erin’s face, and covering her pale white skin with equally white goo, as orgasm after orgasm shook through her body. I panned the camera over Erin’s body and focused it on her wiggling alsancak escort ass. Her pants were quite wet around the crotch now, as she came into the material. It must have been getting hot and itchy down there, because I could see her muscles wiggling.

As if reading my thoughts, Erin paused in her meal, sitting up on Sarah’s crotch. Without saying a word, she leaned back onto her sister’s legs and stretched her own as she slid her pants down her hips. Sarah helped by tugging on her pant legs, until they finally flew off, falling on the floor behind her. Next to go were Erin’s black panties, which glistened whenever light struck it. When Sarah had them off, she tossed them aside, where they landed on my head. I was beginning to think that I might have a target in my hair, but I let it slide as I watched Erin turn 180 degrees and position her pussy over Sarah’s face in a 69. Turning the camera’s attention to Erin’s pussy, a sight I hadn’t seen in two years, I was surprised to see that she had let her bush grow back. It wasn’t thick and wild, like it hadn’t been shaved in years, but was instead a soft downing, enough to cover the sex muscle, but not conceal it. It actually gave her cunt the impression of an abyss surrounded by fire. It was quite the sight.

Also exposed with the disappearance of her pants was a new tattoo. I don’t think I mentioned this before, but after we had come back from our first mission, the three of us had gotten tattooed. We all loved dragons, so that’s what we got. Erin had a green dragon on her left shoulder, and Sarah a blue dragon on her right. They represented the other sister always being together. I had gotten a black dragon put on my back shoulders, its head trailing over my left shoulder and just over my breast. This was to represent me always being with the two of them. You could understand it if you saw us standing together. Plus it made us look dangerous.

But now Erin also had a tattoo on her tailbone. I thought at first that this was in honor of Kate, but as I zoomed in, I saw that it was a fire dragon: a red dragon ablaze with red and orange flames. I knew what this meant because I was the one who told her the story. The fire dragon represented revenge.

I let this pass for the moment. It was a story for later. Right now I had more important things to do. Moving the camera back to the real show, I zoomed in on Sarah eating out Erin. She had used both hands to spread open Erin’s pale white ass, hard as rock after years of military training. Sarah would flick her tongue, going from pussy to ass hole, making Erin’s hips squirm in pleasure. Every few seconds Sarah would slap that white ass. She wouldn’t hit her hard, but the sound could be clearly heard throughout the room. Every time she did this though, I noticed Erin flinch, and when Sarah looked over at the camera, I silently shook my head, telling her that it wasn’t a good idea. Sarah frowned, not understanding why, but she stopped the slapping after the fifth slap, returning all of her attention to eating her sister’s cunt. Erin’s ass was now bright red, but luckily no welts were forming. I couldn’t help but wonder if Erin had suffered the same thing during her disappearance.

I so wanted to jump in there now and fuck either of the twins, my pants were crushing my cock, but they still hadn’t invited me. I knew better than to just jump in, because the first and only time I had done this, they almost crushed my balls to raisins, and refused to fuck me for the rest of the day. So I let them continue. When they finally stopped slurping (after each had a wild orgasm that shook the couch) I thought that they might finally pay some attention to me. I was wrong. Instead, they just slid apart, grinned at each other like they had never been apart, and aligned their pussies together.

“Oh, this is going to be good.” I said as I panned out to get the whole shot.

When they were in the right positions, the two girls moved closer again, grinding their cunts together with enough force to turn a lump of coal into a diamond. They often did this together, but usually only when they had a toy in between. But I remember Sarah telling me one night that they sometimes found the contact of their sensitive flesh to be the most intoxicating without the interference of plastic between them. This was such a time. They believed that this was a time when twins were the closest. If one of them had been a boy, it would be when he shoved his cock inside her cunt, but since they were both girls, the feeling of their clits being ground together was even better. The mixing of their juices was symbolic. Once they got going and started having orgasms, they would wrap their arms around each other, but when they start, they did it laying down like this because they could put more strength into each thrust.

I couldn’t take just watching anymore, so still holding the camera with one hand, I used the other to unzip my pants buca escort and let my cock break free. Unlike Sarah, I had chosen not to wear underwear tonight. It got incredibly itchy when I would sweat, but I preferred the freedom and easy access.

With my cock finally able to stretch its full 10” length, I was able to stroke it back to life. I swear the thing was dying trapped in my pants. I don’t know why I left it in there for so long, except that I guess I didn’t want to distract the girls. That was something I didn’t have to worry about. The twins were still too busy to notice me.

“Yes, yes, I’m cumming Sarah,” Erin shouted.

“Me too. God this feels great.” Sarah called back.

They had leaned forward again, their legs entangled, their cunts still crushed together as they embraced. I moved the camera all over them, zooming in on their pussies, and being grateful that we had covered all the furniture with plastic just for instances like this (we went through two couches and three chairs before we thought of this idea.) Their pussies where just gushing cum, and what didn’t go into the other’s hole, spilled over their thighs and onto the furniture beneath them.

I moved the camera to get shots of their ass, Erin’s pale white, and Sarah’s tanned bronze, looking so sweat. Moving up to their slim waists and firm bellies, I caught their huge breasts crushed together. The sight of their rock hard nipples pocking out looked like helpless mountain climbers being crushed by tremendous boulders. When I got to their heads, they were heatedly kissing each other, their tongues flicking between their mouths, their eyes closed. Then it finally happened. They had stopped kissing and their mouths formed large Os’ as the orgasms struck. These were the big ones. The twins began to pant and Erin even growled as they held each other through the muscle spasm that made their pussies burn like fire. I swear I could feel the heat resonating off of them from where I stood. Even their dragon tattoos looked like they were fucking each other, as their arms where wrapped together.

When the orgasms finally ended, the twins fell back, their legs still entangled, and their pussies still together, but looking from above, I could get a great shot of them, Sarah’s bald white cunt and Erin’s fiery bush. Their bodies glowed with perspiration as they panted like thirsty dogs. I put the camera down and went into the kitchen, from where I came back with a glass of water each, and an ice bucket with a bottle of wine. The water was to keep them from dehydrating, and the wine was for after they recovered their strength.

When they could sit up again, they were both struck by a fit of the giggles. “That was so good,” Sarah said as she hugged her knees to her chest.

“Yeah, I’ve missed our times together,” Erin agreed.

“I’ve missed you.”

Erin’s elation vanished. That look of sorrow had returned, crushing her spirit. “I’ve missed you too sweetie.” She wiped away Sarah’s tears with her fingers. “I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Sarah replied as the twins once again wrapped their arms around each other, this time both freely crying.

I left the water and wine on the coffee table, uncomfortable around so much open emotions. I have always been thankful that they were never this blubbery with me.

After a minute of crying, the twin sisters wiped their faces again and drank the water I handed them. When they had regained their composure, and had finished their water, I handed them each a glass of wine as we shared a toast to having Erin home.

All three of us drained our glasses in a single gulp, after which I quickly refilled, and sat down in between them. While the girls where naked, I was still fully dressed in my diner suit. Sarah had insisted that I dress appropriately for our diner with Kate, including a tie, so I…. That’s when I remembered Kate. She should have been here by now. “Sarah, what time did Kate say….” Erin stopped me with a deep kiss before I could finish. I was caught off guard at first, but as the seconds passed, I closed my eyes and wrapped my hands around her head, pulling our embrace deeper.

After a few minutes (to this day I still thank the army for teaching us how to hold our breaths for almost three minutes) Erin broke the kiss and sat grinning at me. All thoughts of Kate fled my mind as I stared at one of my oldest and best friends finally returned to me. Though she had been home with us for almost an hour, it wasn’t until this moment that it finally hit me. Erin was home.

Not wanting to be left out of this, Sarah leaned over my back, her breasts pressing against my diner jacket, and kissed the corner of my mouth. Erin leaned forward again, and we shared a three-way kiss that lasted even longer than the last. While we kissed, the girls quickly removed my clothes; Erin unbuttoning my shirt while Sarah pulled my jacket and shirts off. I had always been muscular, but years of military training and missions had really improved my physique. My mass had almost doubled, while my fat stayed low, leaving me with a broad and muscular chest that could make a movie star ashamed to strip. Not to mention my bulging legs and rock hard ass that could put Brad Pit to shame.

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