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I had to admit I was feeling a bit miffed at my husband. Here it was Valentine’s Day and he seemed to have forgotten. No flowers, no phone call, no gift, and now I come home to a dark house? Hell he wasn’t even home! Now I was starting to get really ticked off. I know I had to work on a Sunday but this was flat ridiculous. He’s never ignored Valentines before.

I walked into the house and clicked on the family room light before dropping my bag in the chair and pulling off my coat. I continued into the kitchen and flicked on the switch, irritated that I was going to have to start dinner and wondering where the hell my husband was when I stopped dead in my tracks. There on the kitchen table, was a large box wrapped in shiny silver paper covered with red lip shaped kiss marks, a large red satin ribbon running corner to corner, and a large red bow holding it all in place. The anger inside me ebbed slightly as I stepped to the box and pulled the red envelope from under the ribbon. My fingers easily tore the loosely sealed paper to expose the simple heart shaped card inside.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart! By now I’m sure you are wondering where I am. Rest assured I am busy preparing the rest of your surprise. Unwrap your present now, and follow the directions inside.

I love you and hope you enjoy all of your surprise!”

I held the card and wondered just what he had in mind, and what was left of the anger slipped away as curiosity took over. I stared at the box for a few moments, wondering what he was up to, my head cocked slightly to the side as I contemplated the shiny wrappings. I set the card on the table and slipped a finger into the wrapping paper and easily tore it off. The plain brown cardboard box gave little clue to what was inside. I popped the taped flaps open and was somewhat surprised to see yet another wrapped box within the first. A single sheet of paper, folded neatly into and origami heart, was taped to the top. I lifted the paper and gently undid fold after fold until I had a square sheet of paper in my hands.

“I’m glad you decided to continue with your surprise. Take this box, but don’t open it yet, to the bedroom. Please follow each instruction on the note under the box to the letter and I can guarantee your anticipation will make the surprise all the sweeter.”

I smiled to myself as I lifted the box out. I did love surprises and my curiosity was in full bloom now. Under the box inside the box was another note, this one fan folded so I could only reveal one step at a time. The first said simply.

“Strip….all the way, pretending I am watching you!”

Knowing my husband’s penchant for looking at my naked body, that was little surprise. But with a hint of a smile on my face, I carried the box to the bedroom and set the box on the bed. I looked again at the note, tempted to unfold the next step. I held it for several long seconds before setting it down and then pulling my clothes off, item by item, dropping them in a pile on the bed. If felt a bit odd undressing this way, giving a show to no-one, but I just kept removing each piece of my clothing until at last I dropped my panties on the pile. Completely naked I picked up the note and unfolded the next instruction.

“Take a nice hot shower. You will find what you need in the shower.”

After a hard day a nice hot shower did sound nice, although having him in there with me to massage my stiff shoulders would have been a nice touch. I smiled at the thought and then turned to bathroom door. True to his word, everything was waiting on the edge of the tub. Some nice new fragrant body wash and my mesh sponge, and surprisingly also my razor. I took that as a hint to shave what needed shaved.

I enjoyed the hot water cascading down my body, the fragrant pomegranate body wash foaming across my body and running down my chest. I looked down and though of how he loved to watch the foam slide down my breasts and across my nipples, an almost constant tease for him. I thought of his hands as he would gently cup each breast and gently wash it, rubbing his thumbs across the nipples when he was trying to turn me on. I closed my eyes and allowed my own hands to stroke them just for a moment, feeling quite a bit hornier than I would have expected after a long day at work. After several seconds I opened my eyes and went about the business of shaving my legs and underarms. I briefly thought about shaving a few more places, just as a surprise for my obviously devious husband, but let that thought slip away as I rinsed the soap from my legs, wondering what he had in mind next.

I dried and wrapped the towel around my body before I walked back to the bed, the note still sitting on top of the box. My hands shook slightly, wondering what he had in mind for my clean and naked body. I unfolded the note one more step.

“Open the next box. Please dress in what you find here, no more, no less. Your surprise is only minutes away… Open the last box when istanbul escort you have dressed!”

I quickly ripped the silver paper from the box and pulled it apart. At first I wasn’t sure just what was there and quickly began pulling items from the box. It wasn’t at all what I expected. I found a short sleeved knit turtleneck sweater top and matching black knit skirt that was much shorter than I would normally wear. Under the skirt and top was a pair of black lace panties and a strapless lace cup bra. I picked up the thirty eight D bra and found a fresh package of thigh high black stockings underneath. In the bottom of the box was yet another box sitting next to a pair of two inch high heel shoes.

With the clothing laid out on the bed, I looked at my task. I still had no idea what he had in mind, but at least he wasn’t planning on running me around naked. That would be just about right for him when he’s turned on, and after thinking this all up he had to be very turned on.

I dropped the towel to the floor and began dressing, sliding the black panties on first. The silky feeling of them sliding up my legs was more erotic than I expected, and I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering just how he would remove them from me. I turned around and sat on the bed as I pulled the silky material over my round ass. The stockings were next, each one I pulled on and smoothed up my muscular legs until I had the tops nearly touching the panties. I could feel my pussy tingle slightly as I thought how his hands would feel, running up and down the silky material now covering my legs. It was uncharacteristic of me to be so turned on, but each step of dressing brought me closer to his surprise, which I was quickly hoping included something very sensuous.

My mind was on the tingling sensation between my legs as I clipped the bra around me and pulled it up to cup my full breasts and now hard nipples. I looked at myself in the mirror, turning to and fro briefly, admiring how well I actually looked in the black underwear. The workouts each morning had certainly had an effect.

I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up my legs and over my butt, wondering just how short this was going to be. The mirror showed me that it stopped half way between my knees and pussy, more than enough to make sure I was covered, but still showing much more than I usually did. In fact, it was so short that I could see the darker lacy portions of my stockings peaking under the hem of the skirt. I took a breath and pulled the skin tight top over my head, completing the look. I was sure he would be pleased when he saw me, the black outfit forming to my body and showing each curve. The last piece was the pair of high heel shoes. I didn’t love high heels and thought that maybe I could go without them, but gave in and slipped them on, not wanting to spoil the fun he had obviously worked so hard to set up.

Once dressed, I opened the final box revealing a black satin blindfold and a CD. The note inside the box was quite explicit.

“Text me and let me know you’re done. Then sit in my chair, turn on the music, cover your eyes and wait. Your surprise will soon arrive.”

I turned off the bedroom light and walked back to the family room. Slipping the CD into the player I turned the music on softly and sat in his recliner as directed. I covered my eyes as I listened to the soft strains “dance with me”.

“Knights in white satin” was still playing softly as I heard his footsteps on the hardwood floor.

******

I was glad when I got the text from her that she was ready. I wasn’t sure she would actually follow all my directions. I smiled to myself as I stepped into the house and saw her sitting in my chair, reclining back in the oversized recliner, her feet on the floor rocking gently to the music. She looked absolutely stunning in the black skirt and tight black sweater. I walked over toward her as quietly as I could, admiring how she looked with her chest rising and falling in the tight sweater. She started to reach for the blindfold, but I reached out and caught her hand, pulling it to my mouth and kissing it gently before placing it on the arm of the chair. I knelt down in front of her, gently pushing her knees apart so I could slide between them with my body and lean toward her. I started at her stomach, gently kissing her through the black material of her shirt, and then lifting it ever so slightly I began kissing her bare belly. I knew she didn’t like how it looked, but to me it was as sexy as the rest of her. I gently kissed back and forth across her stomach, one gentle kiss at a time, making her squirm and giggle as I nuzzled her bare skin.

I inched the shirt up, kissing each inch higher as I continued kissing back and forth, taking my time, working each gentle kiss with my lips and the tip of my tongue.

“Ohhh God Yes.” She said quietly as my teasing lips began turning the giggle into desire. I worked my way up her stomach istanbul escort bayan faster now, working toward her beautiful breasts. I paused my kissing to pullback and admire her lace covered breasts as I lifted knit top above them.

“Hmmm, you look gorgeous,” I whispered as I leaned down and planted a gentle wet kiss on first one hard lace covered nipple and then the other. I let my fingers gently trace patterns across her large breasts, letting my fingers tease her nipples as they grew harder before my eyes. If only she could see how large my smile was and how large and hard my dick was growing.

“Hmmmmmm,” she moaned quietly as I continued to tease her nipples through the lace. I let my hands slide around her body, sliding them behind her to undo her bra strap. She seemed to know what I wanted and arched her back to give me room, pushing her breasts toward me in the process. I leaned down and gently sucked one of her hard nipples through the lace as I unsnapped the clasp on her back. Dragging the material with my hands, I pulled the bra off and down, tossing it aside and allowing both my hands to now cup her bare breasts. I gently squeezed each breast into a cone and then used the tip of my tongue to tease her right nipple.

“Ohhhh nice.” she cooed as her hands stroked my short hair and tried to pull me closer to her breasts. I resisted and gently drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking as much of her breast in with it as I could, use my tongue to circle around and around her hard nipple.

“You like?” I whispered as I began kissing my way across her bare chest toward her other soft breast. I enjoyed each kiss, working inch by inch closer to her left nipple until I could enclose it with my lips. I sucked her creamy soft breast into my mouth, allowing my tongue to tease her already hard nipple harder, letting my tongue feel the bumps on her areola as her nipple tried to harden even more.

Almost reluctantly I released her nipple before I could over stimulate it, and eased my grip on her breasts, kissing my way to the valley between them and then back down to her stomach. I continued down until I was at the top of her black skirt. I pulled away, and admired the view of her soft breasts and hard nipples standing at attention, framed in black as the sweater top remained hooked above them.

I allowed my hands to slide down to her knees and my thumbs to gently stroke circles on the inside of each knee. I smiled to myself as I allowed my fingers to stroke her thighs and work slowly up her legs as my fingers pushed the short skirt up until I could see her curls poking through the lace of her black panties. I moved back enough to so that as I lower my face between her legs the scent of her arousal is obvious in my nostrils. I gently kissed her wet lips through the lace, eliciting a gently coo of approval. I so wanted to just rip her panties off and drive my dick into her sweet wet pussy, but I restrained myself, allowing my kisses to remain on the outside of her lace panties to tease her more. Finally I pulled the material aside, exposing her bare lips to my tongue. The first lick is always the best, tasting her tangy sweet wetness as my tongue spreads her lips apart. I pressed the tip of my tongue deeper, allowing it to reach as much of her nectar as I could. I slowly moved my tongue up her slit, spreading her lips wider as I worked it higher. She jumped slightly as I found the end of her sweet slit and pressed my tongue flat across the hard nub of her clit.

I smiled to myself as her hands pulled my head tighter to her pussy with my second trip up her slit. I allowed my tongue to press as deeply into her as it could reach before dragging the wetness up between her soft flowery lips until it bounced across her hard button again.

“Ohhhhh” she moaned softly as I started a third trip between her wonderful lips. I savored the taste and sensations as my tongue caressed her most intimate place yet again. This time I allowed my tongue to find her clit and flick it in a few quick licks before once again returning to her well of wetness. I drove my tongue deep into her, tasting her increasing wetness before drawing it up her slit yet again. Her lips folded around my tongue, caressing it as it caressed them. I found her hard clit again with just the tip, and flicked across it in a rapid fire motion.

I gently slid down between her lips this time, working my way down to her tunnel before pushing into her and moving back up again. Her arching back and rocking hips told me that I had hit the right spot and I continued to stroke time and again up her slit, flicking her clit and spreading her ever increasing juices around her pussy.

I freed my hands and reached under her, cupping her ass and gently pulling on the top of her panties, sliding them over her creamy with ass as I slid back so I could pull them down her legs and off. It only takes me a moment, as I untangled them from her shoes, to undo escort istanbul my belt and allow my Dockers to slide down to my knees, my underwear pushed quickly down as I toss her panties aside.

I moved back between her legs, spreading her knees, knowing she was expecting my tongue. She reached for my head and found my hips instead as my dick was poised to spear her wet pussy. I leaned in until I could rub the mushroom head around her lips, wetting it with her juices, and teasing her already hard clit. I pushed down to her tunnel and allowed my head to press between her lips, and then press into her, her wetness allowing me to slide in a few inches. I began to stroke into her, each short stroke wetting more and more of my shaft and allowing more and more of my long shaft to penetrate her. She moaned as I finally slid fully into her, our pubic hairs mixing as my thumb rubbed small circles around her hard clit. I stroked slowly, teasingly, my thumb never stopping its circles around her hard clit. Each stroke elicits a rock in her own hips, trying to push up to meet my stroke as I pushed her closer and closer to that first orgasm.

“OH DAMN,” she moaned loudly as I pushed her to the very edge of her climax, feeling her tunnel begin to contract around my shaft. I continued my strokes as her breathing became ragged and short, her climax beginning to wash over her. Almost suddenly she tensed, her back arching and her body going stiff as she groaned with the climax pulsing through her body. I continued to tease her clit, more gently now, holding the climax as long as I could, watching her beautiful body slowly relax.

I released her clit, my hard shaft remaining buried inside her. I wanted to continue. I wanted to cum and fill her with my hot cream, but I had other plans and refrained from my desire, knowing it would soon be worth it.

“Wait!” She said breathlessly as I slid my dick from her, her hands reaching for my body again.

“Don’t worry; we’re not even close to done.” I whispered just loud enough for her to hear. I slid her skirt down over her wet pussy then reached for her top, pulling it down over her large breasts.

“You’re not putting my bra back on?”

“Nope.” I replied quietly as I stood to pull my pants up. “You won’t need it.”

She shook her head slightly. I could tell by the frown she was worried I would parade her in public this way. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t agree to if you could see.” I whispered as I leaned down next to her face, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. “Come! Our chariot waits.”

I gently pulled her to a standing position and then reached around and pulled her to me, gently squeezing her before allowing my hands to slide down to her short skirt and squeeze her firm ass through the material. I couldn’t resist the temptation and hike the skirt up until I had her bare skin in my hands, gently squeezing and kneading her creamy white tush while I pulled her against me, my hard dick pressing into her stomach. “Ready for a little ride,” I whisper.

I released her, giving her gorgeous ass one more squeeze before smoothing the skirt down. I knew she had never been out of the house dressed this way, let alone without underwear. I wondered if it was turning her on or scaring her. I knew it was turning me on more by the second.

“Come with me.” I whispered as I turned and led her toward the front door of the house.

“You’re not taking me out dressed like this are you?” she asked hesitantly as we moved toward the door.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do anything you would regret. Just trust me and enjoy!”

“Ok.” She said, easing her resistance. I stepped to the door and opened it and then guided her outside. The air was chilly, and her nipples hardened in an instant as the chill slipped through the weave of the fabric. She looked so hot the way she was dressed I couldn’t wait for the next part of the little fantasy I had created for us. I led her to the limo, knowing she had no clue about it.

“I’m going to help you into the car now.” I whispered as the driver opened the door. I gently bent her down and guided her into the large leather seat in the back as I followed her in. The door closed behind us and the interior fell into a subdued gloom, only a small bit of the twilight coming through the heavily tinted windows. I could easily see out, but there was no chance anyone could see in.

“So what car is this?” She asked, knowing that it was certainly neither of our trucks.

“You’re in a nice limo, all alone with me, tinted windows so you can see out but not in. How does that sound?” I asked as the limo started out.

“Hmmm, No one can see in? Not even the driver?”

“Not even the driver,” I whispered as I pulled her toward me. I gently kissed her soft lips, both reassuring and loving her in one action. She licked her lips, tasting herself on her own lips after my previous time spent between her legs and smiled slightly.

“I suppose you want to play around?”

“Actually, I thought I would continue what we started in the house,” I said quietly as I undid my pants and started to push them down.

“You want to have sex in here?”

“Actually, I plan on letting you ride on my lap,” I said with a chuckle.

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Candace and the Frat Boys (Chapter 9)

Kathryn M. Burke

By Saturday night, Richard had become thoroughly familiar—physically and otherwise—with the three women in the house. It was after dinner that Josh had a tête-à-tête with him, and then with Julie. This youngest member of the household felt a little shudder of anticipatory excitement run through her—for Josh, bless his heart, now felt able to fulfill her long-held wish for a threesome. And she couldn’t imagine two men more appealing to her for the purpose.

Later that evening the three of them walked upstairs like pilgrims going to Mecca. Candace had generously given them permission to use her bedroom, as the king-size bed would come in handy for the succession of copulations that were being planned. When the two men stripped quickly, Julie’s eyes widened as she gazed at their burgeoning members—Josh’s thick and substantial eight inches, and Richard’s slightly thinner organ but a full nine inches in length. Could she really both of these massive things into herself, wherever they might want to go? Well, there was only one way to find out!

She dropped to her knees and nurtured both cocks with her mouth as the men stood with feet firmly planted on the floor next to the bed. Then they made Julie stand up and pressed up against her, front and back, as a kind of foretaste of the intertwining of bodies that was so imminent. Then they got into position.

This first episode started with Josh lying flat on his back. Julie clambered up to the bed and squatted over his member, then plunged it into her pussy. Richard then stood up on the bed, towering over the two of them; but his cock was just at the level of Julie’s mouth, and she engulfed as much of it as she could while beginning to ride Josh lustily.

Josh reached up to grasp one of her breasts while Richard reached down to take hold of the other. Josh didn’t neglect her bottom either, using his other hand to stroke and squeeze it as she bounced up and down on his cock. It was soon glistening with Julie’s own juices, as she already felt more excited than she ever had in her short career as a sexually active woman. Richard gently placed a hand on the back of Julie’s head as he encouraged her to take more and more of his member into her mouth. She managed about six or seven inches before gagging, some spittle dripping out of her mouth as she was forced to pull back.

But she soon resumed, licking and sucking it and also giving a lot of attention to his large sac of testicles while continuing to force Josh’s cock deep into herself. Slapping sounds could be heard as her sex came into contact with his groin, and the payoff couldn’t be far off. Josh came first, groaning like a wild boar as she shot his seed into her. His climax seemed to induce Richard to send his emission into Julie’s mouth, and she swallowed every drop.

She herself had come achingly close to orgasm but hadn’t quite pulled it off. The men couldn’t allow that situation to stand, so they encouraged her to lie on her back while they focused on her needs. The men lay on either side of her, Josh bringing a hand down to stroke her damp pussy while Richard tenderly kissed her and squeezed her breasts. In minutes she was experiencing a shuddery orgasm that made her thrash on the bed shamelessly.

After a suitable period of recovery for all three of them, they now decided that the ultimate in double penetration was at hand.

This time, the men had Julie lie on her side, Richard in front, Josh in back. Richard, gazing directly into Julie’s eyes, directed his cock into her vagina—deeper and deeper until it had almost entirely disappeared into her cleft. Once he was in place, Josh—having lubricated her ahead of time—carefully inserted his member into her anus. His slow, steady progress inside her, while Richard was thrusting more and more forcefully, rendered Julie almost comatose.

This was the culmination of months of fantasizing, and now the reality was even more spectacular than the fantasy! There was an overwhelming sense of filling that almost rendered her unconscious; and because the men’s separate pumping wasn’t very well synchronized, she felt acutely each one’s penetration into her vitals in a way that a single man’s entry into her never could. She languished in delicious helplessness, throwing her arms around Richard’s neck and receiving his kisses on her face, neck, and shoulders. She would have pressed her breasts against his chest, but Josh had reached around her and seized them with eager hands. But while she seemed utterly at the mercy of these two men, she also felt a sense of pride and power at her ability to satisfy them both at the same time. What man could possibly do that to two women?

Richard now slid a hand down to her sex, stroking her labia and clitoris while continuing to pound her. A sudden climax unexpectedly washed over her, but the men were far from finished; and the sensation of having an orgasm while not one but two guys were pounding alanya escort her was in her mind close to the pinnacle of physical and spiritual ecstasy.

When they did come, almost simultaneously, she felt every drop of their separate bestowals of their most precious substance as they filled her two cavities to overflowing. And they remained buried in her, motionless like some obscene tableau vivant. Only after minutes did they disentangle themselves, and the feeling of emptiness that Julie felt was so devastating that she came close to bursting into tears.

But the men didn’t allow her to feel any letdown, for they made sure to devote tender attention to her while they all recovered for what they knew would be yet another round. In the course of their devotions, the men managed to coax yet another orgasm out of her, as Richard fixed his mouth on her dripping sex, lapping up the mingled juices of all three of them while Josh pasted Julie’s mouth with a long, lingering kiss.

Their third copulation took form spontaneously. Josh and Julie got into sixty-nine position, and as she gobbled up his cock and he fastened his lips to her pussy, Richard squatted behind her and stuffed his cock into her bottom. Josh was fascinated to get a look at this anal penetration of his sweetheart only inches from his face, while Julie sucked Josh’s cock with such gusto that he flooded her mouth with his seed well before Richard was finished. She held the hot, salty, viscous fluid in her mouth as long as she could before it slid down her throat—and just then Richard sent his third discharge into her anus.

Everyone agreed it was now time to sleep. But they weren’t quite done yet. The men got on either side of her, each of them fixing their mouths on a breast. Julie, like a young Madonna, stroked the back of their heads as if delivering much-needed nourishment to these lusty men. Her face had taken on a dazed, glassy-eyed look: she had attained, for the first time, that rarest of states that a woman can achieve, experiencing a constant low-grade climax that felt like a mild electric shock proceeding from her clitoris and coursing through her entire frame, going on and on and on without any actual stimulation of her sex. At some point all three of them fell asleep, the men with their lips still glued to her nipples.

Julie was the last one down to breakfast the next morning, where a big Sunday breakfast was already underway. The others were mildly surprised when Julie walked in naked—but after what she had gone through the night before, clothes seemed almost sacrilegious. She had deliberately neglected to wash herself, and everyone could detect fluids leaking out of her various orifices. Candace looked her up and down and smiled genially.

“Had a nice time, dear?” she said.

As if stating a theorem that would revolutionize human knowledge, Julie said, “That was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.”

She went up to her two men, kissed them both on the mouth, and sat down at her place at the table. Suddenly she cracked a broad smile and said, “I’m starving! Where’s breakfast?”

*

Josh really didn’t know what he was doing at this place.

He had made the long trek to the central Massachusetts town of Athol, where he hoped to find the man he was looking for. It had taken numerous Google searches to identify the person in question, but even so he wasn’t certain he had found the right man.

After all, Curtis Mayhew wasn’t an entirely uncommon name.

And if he didn’t quite know who he was looking for, he was even less certain why he was looking for him.

All he could conclude was that in some obscure way Mona’s life was not really complete until she had made peace with her fleeting lover of forty-five years before, and he with her.

It was already mid-evening, and Josh was encouraged by the fact that lights were on in the little house—really, not much more than a cottage—he was standing in front of. He had little idea of what Curtis Mayhew was now doing, although it appeared he had spent most of his career as an insurance salesman. Was he retired? Was he still practicing his old business or had he shifted—at sixty-six years of age—to some other occupation to fill up his later years?

When he knocked on the door, it took the occupant a while to open it. Perhaps he didn’t get many visitors.

What Josh saw startled him. Omigod, I’ve seen this guy before—sort of. It took him only a few seconds to decide: Jesus, he looks an awful lot like Candace—and Julie.

The man was pretty good-looking: about five feet ten inches tall, slim and wiry, with thin graying hair surmounting a face that was a bit weathered—whether from a lot of outdoor exercise or hard living, Josh couldn’t say. But his first impression of Curtis was a positive one.

Curtis was gazing, in a not entirely friendly manner, at the young man in front of him. Grudgingly he said, “May I help you?”

Josh had to swallow aksu escort before he could speak. “Um, you don’t know me, but—”

At this point Curtis, with an annoyed look, was on the verge of shutting the door. Maybe he thought Josh a solicitor, a political activist, or some other such nuisance. That’s why Josh quickly said:

“But I think you know a woman named Mona Sterling.”

The reaction Josh received to these words was not at all what he was expecting. Curtis staggered as if punched in the stomach, having to hold onto the door to prevent himself from falling on a heap to the floor. His face broke into a painful grimace, and Josh was unnerved at the prospect that this man whom he hardly knew would start crying in front of him.

“What did you say?” Curtis croaked.

“Mona Sterling,” Josh repeated. “I can’t remember her maiden name, but she married Frank Sterling. He was your friend, wasn’t he?”

“Who—who are you?”

“I’m the boyfriend of Mona’s granddaughter, Julie. I—I know Mona’s daughter, Candace, too.” This had struck Josh as the safest story to tell for the time being.

“Jesus,” Curtis said, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’d better come in.”

The house was pretty small, but cozy and comfortable. It was so thoroughly masculine—entirely devoid of the delicate little touches that only a feminine hand can provide—that Josh wondered whether Curtis had ever married, or whether this was just a home chosen for his retirement after any women in his life had come and gone.

Curtis directed him to the sofa in the living room, while he sat on an easy chair nearby. Almost immediately he jumped up, saying, “You want a drink?” He peered intently at Josh. “Are you old enough to drink?”

“Just barely,” Josh said with a smile. “A beer would be great.”

“Okay,” Curtis said, heading to the kitchen. “I may get something stronger.”

True to his word, he came back and tossed a bottle of cold beer in Josh’s general direction while hastening to the sideboard and pouring himself a generous helping of single-malt Scotch. After he fell heavily into his easy chair, he said: “You’d better tell me why you’re here. Surely Mona didn’t send you.”

“Well, no,” Josh said sheepishly. “She doesn’t even know I’m here.”

“How’d you find me?”

“It’s pretty amazing what’s available on the Internet these days.”

Curtis grimaced. “Yeah, I bet it is.”

“Listen!” Josh said with sudden intensity. “You gotta know certain things. You obviously must know that Frank married Mona soon after you guys graduated. Did you attend the wedding?”

“Grudgingly.”

“You—you wanted her?”

Curtis leaped up from his chair as if he’d been electrocuted. “Wanted her?” he cried, starting to pace about the room. “God, man, I loved her! Maybe you think that’s ridiculous—I only knew her for a few months, although I think I got to know her pretty well then.” He eyed Josh out of the corner of his eye, wondering exactly how much he knew. “She—she was just the most incredible woman I’ve met in my whole life.”

“Her daughter and granddaughter are pretty wonderful too.”

“I bet they are. I don’t know what Mona has told you about me—what I was like back then.”

“Well, she seems to have thought you were rather keen on the ladies.”

“Yeah, I figured she’d have said something like that. Okay, fine—I was. I grew up in a real repressive household, where any mention of sex was strictly verboten. Man, it was so unnatural! So you can imagine that by the time I got to college, when I was on my own for the first time, I just thought all these college girls were just about the loveliest creatures I’d ever seen. All of them!”

“I know what you mean.”

“But if Mona thinks I just went around trying to—you know, get them to bed, that wasn’t true! The fact is that I actually fell for a lot of these girls—I mean, emotionally. With almost every one of them I fantasized what it might be like to settle down with them, live with them, have a family with them, things like that.”

“Mona said you’d had, um, dozens, maybe hundreds—”

Curtis cracked a smile out of the side of his mouth. “Oh, she said that, eh? Well, that was a total lie. Not completely, but I exaggerated quite a bit. I wanted everyone to think I was this Don Juan kind of guy. Maybe I ended up sleeping with ten or fifteen girls—that’s about it.”

“That’s still a fair number. More than I’ve done.”

“Well, sure. But by the time senior year came around, I think I got some better perspective on the kind of girl I wanted. And, God help me”—he suddenly choked up—”Mona was it!”

Curtis flopped back down into his chair, covering his face with his hands. He seemed to be sobbing quietly. Josh, acutely uncomfortable at this display of raw emotion from a man he hardly knew, didn’t quite know what to say. But he felt compelled at least to allude to the subject at hand.

“You and Frank and Mona . . . spring break . . .”

Curtis akseki escort parted his hands to cast a startled glance at Josh. “She—she didn’t tell you about that, did she?”

“Yes, she did.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he said in a hollow voice. “What you must think of me—of us!”

“Hey, I’m not here to pass judgment.” You can’t imagine what goes on in our house, guy.

“Those sessions,” Curtis said reflectively, “were some of the most poignant moments of my whole life. I’ll never forget them. How could I? In many ways I’ve never put them behind me.”

Josh didn’t feel it was his place to speak plainly of what he felt was the upshot of those “sessions.” So he said: “I guess Mona had to choose between you and Frank.”

Curtis laughed derisively. “There was no choice—especially after she got pregnant. I knew she was going to pick him. And she should have. She was in love in Frank, and they made a great couple. I knew she had a low opinion of me, maybe because of my big mouth and my fabricated tales of female conquests. I don’t think she even liked me very much.”

“I think you’re wrong about that.”

“Well, anyway, it was clear she would marry Frank. And I was happy for them. But I won’t lie to you: it was really painful watching them tie the knot, so I felt I had to get out of their lives and leave them alone. Anyway, being a third wheel didn’t suit me very well.”

“You must know what happened to them?”

“Not really. I told you, I pretty much cut all ties with them.”

“Well, they had a daughter, Candace, and they were apparently happily married for more than forty years.”

“That’s great,” Curtis said sincerely. “I’m really glad for them.”

“But Frank died about three years ago.”

“Yeah, I heard. I think I read about it in the alumni newsletter. But I didn’t feel right about sending Mona a sympathy card or anything like that—I’d been out of touch with them for so long. Anyway, I didn’t know how to reach her.”

“So what happened to you?” Josh said. “I mean, in your personal life.”

That crooked smile again. “I married three times, and divorced three times.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Oh, it wasn’t so bad. I had some pretty good years with these ladies. Maybe I married some of them in haste, but they were fine women.”

“Did you . . .?” Josh began.

“Did I what?”

“Man, I don’t know how to say this—and, in fact, it’s none of my business.” Josh looked around the room as if looking for inspiration. “You know, Mona said one of the reasons she chose Frank was that she thought you might, um, not be faithful.”

“Well,” Curtis said with self-disgust, “there was probably every reason why she should have thought that.”

“So . . .?”

“Oh, are you asking me if I cheated on my wives? No! No, I didn’t! I may have done other bad things, but nothing like that. We basically broke up because of temperamental differences.”

“Any children?”

“No. I guess I was too selfish for that.”

After a silence, Josh said: “Mona wants to see you again.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Curtis said flatly.

“I bet she does,” Josh said with emphasis. He of course didn’t know, but he thought it was a good guess.

“I just don’t believe it.”

Even more intensely, Josh said, “Curtis, I really, really think you should see her again. I can’t say more than that.”

Curtis squinted suspiciously at his visitor. “What are you getting at?”

“I can’t tell you. But I think it’s super-important that you touch base with her.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.”

Curtis heaved a sigh. “Okay, maybe. I just hope to heaven you know what you’re talking about.”

*

Mona, it need hardly be said, wasn’t pleased that Josh had ferreted out Curtis Mayhew and all but invited him to come over and renew his acquaintance with her after forty-five years. It was not her way to get angry or fly into a tantrum; but her face became suffused with color and she gave Josh a flinty glance as she said, “You oughtn’t to have done that, Josh.”

“Mona, dearest,” Josh pleaded, “I really think it would be good for you to see him—just get back in touch. You don’t have to be friends with him, or anything like that.”

“Do you really think anything will come of it?” she said, still sounding hostile.

“I don’t know. But it might help clear the air, you know? He said he could come by this weekend.”

“He’s going to stay here? In the house?” she said in alarm.

“No, no, he’s staying at a hotel nearby.”

Mona spun around in her bedroom, like a tigress on the prowl. She held her hands tightly around her chest—which had the effect of causing those incredible breasts of hers to rise up and swell. “I think this may be a mistake.”

“God knows it could be,” Josh admitted. “But I have a feeling something good might come of it.”

Everyone in the house was on tenterhooks about Curtis’s arrival. All they knew was that Curtis was “an old friend” of Mona’s from college days, and some of them could read between the lines as to what that might have meant. Of course, the idea that Mona could have been a wild young thing in those far-off days struck them as ludicrous—but Candace, for one, had begun to have doubts about what kind of person her mother had been four decades ago.

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There was a low hum flecked with snapping electronic spatter as the actresses’ throaty moans of enjoyment reverberated through the low quality PC speakers waltzing an arc across the desk against the shackles of their electronic leashes.

The three of us stood there in the school computer room with the Principal Ms. Marchelle McElroy and the Mathematics teacher Mrs. Trudi Leon, both in their mid forties, sporting disapproving looks whilst watching two double-D breasted lesbians caressing each other’s breasts and taking turns in licking each other’s nipples.

We’d been busted fair and square.

Mrs. Leon looked on with pursed lips and a furrowed brow whilst slowly shaking her head. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. She must feel totally inadequate compared to the buxom chicks in the video. I guess they were the antithesis of everything she wanted to be and couldn’t become.

Ms. McElroy on the other hand, stood with arms crossed, speckling the room with pins of light from her scintillating diamond rings as she tapped the fingers of her right hand on her left bicep. Her haircut was short, layered, jagged and sassy. Her liquid black eyeliner extending outward accentuated her almond shaped eyes to just noticeable crows feet.

She wore a pinstriped black skirt snuggly fitting her arse before tapering down her thighs to a ruffled hem. She tapped her right foot, her patent leather high heels with a slither of gold coloured metal adorning the toe clicking away.

The lesbian on the right of the computer monitor suddenly sunk out of site as the camera panned down to catch her plunging her tongue into her girlfriend’s pussy.

“Well, I think we’ve seen enough!” Mrs. Leon said blushing red as she promptly stepped forward to turn off the monitor.

The screen went blank. Mrs. Leon turned to Ms. McElroy about to speak but was interrupted “Lick me baby. Eat my fucking cunt!” as the speakers danced to the chorus. My eyes watered with barely restrained laughter as she tried to silence the ensuing sucking and moaning sounds without success.

Irritated and severely embarrassed she promptly turned to us “Could one of you boys please turn this off?”

“Eat it bitch!”

“OH MY GOD!” Mrs. Leon’s jaw dropped at the despotic demand.

Jed quickly stepped forward and hit the space bar ceasing the lewd requests.

“Well?” Mrs. Leon asked her arms folded as she entreatied the Principal for some draconian action.

“I shall deal with this immediately. I’ll get Dave the technician to remove the obscene content when he gets in first thing tomorrow.”

I knew Dave, all the students did. He was everyone’s mate. He’ll probably copy it first.

“And the students? Shall I deal with them, I know you have a dinner on tonight.”

“It’s okay, I’ll cancel. This is too outrageous to ignore.”

“Fair enough.” Mrs. Leon looked at each one of us with a stern look, “Then I’ll leave them in your capable hands.” as she jutted her chin up with an air of superiority.

“Yes, my hands are well and truly capable of dealing with boys such as these.” Ms. McElroy joined Mrs. Leon in regarding us sternly. “Okay Trudi, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Of course. Oh, I’ll be in at ten tomorrow as I have morning netball at Kalinga High.”

“No worries, at ten it is.”

“Thank you Marchelle.”

Mrs. Leon brushed passed us without regard as she exited the computer room.

Ms. McElroy held us still with her stare as we all listened to Mrs. Leon’s footsteps fade down the linoleum passageway. We heard the exit door groan open and a gush of wind whistle into the corridor before it slammed shut, its dying echo leaving a heavy silence.

“Come with me boys.” Ms. McElroy commanded as we trailed her out of the computer room to the teachers’ wing which was out of bounds for students.

She opened her office door and we filed in and slouched around giving each other nervous glances.

Ms. McElroy had just one foot inside the door when she heard the cleaners dragging their carts through the corridor. She stepped back out and pulled the door ajar. “You can leave early tonight girls I’ll be working late.”

“Thank you Marchelle.” they replied and could be heard scuttling a hasty exit with their clinking cleaning equipment.

Ms. McElroy stepped back into the room and clicked the door shut. She stood with her back against the door casting her eyes over each one of us before exhaling exasperatedly and making her way around to the front of her desk. She never said a word as she busied herself by opening a drawer and pulling out a steel measuring tape and turning her computer monitor around to face us.

“Well, boys. What are you? Endless repeaters. How many times have you repeated this year Jed?”

“Only twice Miss.” Jed replied.

“And you Mike?”

“Third year Miss.”

“Third! What are you twenty now?”

“Nineteen in October.”

“What a loser!” she spat.

“And you.” directing her question to me.

“I’m not a repeater, I’m eighteen.”

“Well I was less than impressed by your antics antalya escort boys. Just whose idea was it to download porn onto the school network?”

There was a full minute’s torturous silence until she gave up expecting an answer.

“By rights I should expel the lot of you good-for-nothings. But I think I can find some redeeming aspects to your useless selves.”

“Miss, we’re sorry for …”

“Oh stop driveling Mike it’s so unbecoming.”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed.

“Something funny?”

“Not really.”

“Maybe you could explain to me what you found sooooo fascinating about those video clips you downloaded. In fact, yes, you can all write an essay about it.”

“I’m not sure we could just write an essay about..” my response was interrupted by a rush of blood setting my cheeks ablaze.

“Allow me to help you.”

She leant over allowing a glimpse of her cleavage and bra through the gap between two blouse buttons as she grasped the computer mouse and navigated the PC folders selecting a movie clip. Jed, Mike and I swapped glances. They didn’t seem as concerned as me. I was almost frantic. A double mouse-click directed my attention to a movie expanding to fill the monitor with two well oiled lustrous breasts being massaged by the hands of their owner. Ms. McElroy stood looking at us with her arms folded across her chest and a pair of rosey flushed cheeks. It was awkward for all of us.

“Well, tell me about it.”

“About what Miss?”

“About what you’re looking at… Mike!”

“They’re oily breasts Miss.”

Ms. McElroy appeared agitated “Try to use some verbs Mike. Years of repeated English classes and that’s your personal best?”

She snapped me a tense look, her hands clenching her biceps as she squeezed her arms tighter across her chest.

Jed swallowed “It’s a woman squeezing her breasts… Miss.”

“Yes, she is. She’s massaging her breasts.” she turned and admired the image whilst she took a short sharp breath. “And, anything else? The nipples for example, are they hard or soft.”

“Hard Miss.” I answered sharing the burden with my new found friends.

She briskly turned to me. “Yes, they are… Jules.” she seemed relieved by my participation. “Look how she squeezes them with her thumb and forefinger. Squeezing her breasts from underneath towards the pinnacle of her nipple.” she smiled at me. “Anything else?”

I looked to Jed and Mike who smiled back at me.

“How does it make you feel Jules?” she continued.

I was truly stumped for words. She smirked and her eyes squinted ever so slightly giving me the impression she was challenging me.

“She seems to be enjoying herself Miss.” Mike butted in breaking her gaze with me.

“Are you a breast man Mike?” she relaxed.

Mike grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“They’re pretty breasts Miss.” Jed chimed in.

She smiled and turned the sound up. We could hear the woman moaning and sucking a hissing breath through her teeth as she squeezed her nipples. A silence ensued among us as we ogled the video. I was as hard as a rock and I’m sure the other two were likewise.

“How old would you say she is?” she asked, “Anyone?”

“Thirties.” Jed replied.

“Twenty six.” Mike guessed.

“Forties.” was my guess.

Then just as the moaning got louder it suddenly quietened down as the owner removed her hands from her breasts which now hung in front of the camera. We watched earnestly for a good ten seconds until the camera panned back…. Ms. McElroy!

“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed.

I stood there gawping from the gorgeous naked female on the monitor to the genuine article standing in front of me.

“Surprised Jules?”

Flabbergasted was the answer. This was unreal.

“Forty two is the answer. Although I wouldn’t go spreading it around. A woman likes to keep her age private, if you know what I mean.”

I looked with wide eyes at Jed and Mike, who were beaming back at me. “You know..? I mean… Why are you both…?”

“Jules mate, you’re one of us now.” Mike started.

“Uuuh, one of who?”

Ms. McElroy continued “You didn’t think this was an accident did you? Well, the porn thing was a fuck up. Boys?”

“Sorry Miss.” Jed and Mike replied in unison.

“You will be.” she advised.

“So… You guys have been here before? I mean, you’ve?”

“Yes.” she answered for them. “Our new recruit is fast isn’t he?” Jed and Mike laughed. “Hmmmm. You know, I think I have a better idea than an essay. What we need is some kind of practical exercise.” then she wistfully contemplated the monitor action.

Mike joined her in viewing the video.

Jed asked “Like what Miss?” as he too made sneaky sideways glances to the monitor.

“I think I can overlook your breaking of school rules and the general rules of decency if you do as I tell you for the next two hours.”

Jed and I looked at each other.

“It would mean you wouldn’t be expelled.” she added looking at me.

“C’mon Jules.” Jed smiled.

“Mike?” lara escort she prodded.

Mike tore himself from the monitor and answered to her breasts “What?”

“Just say ‘yes’ Mike.” Jed instructed.

“Uh, yes Miss.”

She smiled warmly and dropped her arms to her sides. “Okay.” she exhaled fully whilst relaxing her shoulders. “Pull your pants down.”

“What?” I blurted.

Ms. McElroy was taken by surprise but quickly recovered her composure with a commanding expression.

“You heard. All of you, pull your pants down.”

We looked at each other as she made her way over to the blind and pulled it down over the window before twisting towards us “N-o-w.” she whinnied.

Jed and Mike dropped their pants immediately then looked at me. I hesitated a moment then, to hell with it, I did likewise letting mine crumple around my ankles.

“And your undies boys, c’mon don’t play shy.”

I reluctantly pulled down my undies trying not to look at the others’ genitals. My hardness was relieved to be out and away from the constricting elastic of my undies.

“Good. Some beautiful specimens. And hard too.” she chirped as she made her way around the back of the desk and took up the steel tape measure. She slightly upped the volume on the speakers bringing our attention back to the moaning Ms. McElroy massaging her breasts on screen.

The video was having more impact on me now that the star was in the room with us and I was exposed to her. It was like when I found a video of my friend’s mum giving a blowjob and ever since I have secretly held a fantasy of one day skipping school and blackmailing her into sucking me off.

She laid the tape measure width-wise across the desk where she clicked it in place so it wouldn’t collapse shut.

“Ninety centimetres.” she read out catching our attention. “Now it’s time to pay your dues boys. Stand up to the edge of the desk.”

We penguin shuffled our way towards the desk with our pants hampering our stride. “Lift your balls up onto the edge.”

We did so and stood there. I could feel the cool varnished wood against my now tightly churning testicles.

“Good. I’m sure you’ll be interested in what ‘comes’ next.” with emphasis on the word ‘comes’ as she strutted her way down the left side of the desk to stand facing me diagonally, rapping the fingernails of her left hand on the hard varnish.

“As part of your penance, I’m going to stroke you all off one at a time and whomever cums the furthest gets to fuck me first.”

“Oh cool!” Jed cheered.

Ms. McElroy smiled warmly and reaching with her right hand grasped my cock and gave it a playful tug. Her touch sent an electric buzz rushing from the tip of my cock to my head. I looked down where her well manicured nails clicked together as she wrapped her slender weathered fingers around my hard-on. The first time a female, nay, woman had touched my cock.

She looked into my eyes whilst squinting with emphasised conviction “There’s nothing I love more than watching young purple pistons of power pushing their seed through the air. But first,” she let go of my cock and leant across the desk taking out a small ruler from the top right drawer, “we need to measure your cocks so as to subtract it from your squirt-range.”

She measured each one of us across the top from our abs to the tip and wrote the results in a notebook. I saw other measurements on a few other pages as they concertinaed out.

“Nice seven inches you have there Mike.” as she measured him last.

“Right.” she put the notebook next to the monitor. “We’ll start with our new recruit shall we.”

She sauntered over to me undoing the cuffs of her blouse and folding them up twice before grasping my cock in her left hand and starting a slow stroke back and forth.

“Hmmmm, that’s a nice firm six and a half inches.” she commented. I looked at Jed and Mike who both smiled encouragingly. I stupidly grinned back. I should be embarrassed but this was a fantasy come true. I could feel my heart beat in my throat, no longer out of fear but out of anticipation.

With her left hand stroking she grabbed my left arse cheek in her right hand and gave it a good squeeze. “I love a firm young butt. Tense it for me.”

I did as she asked and she squeezed harder, “Oooh yes that’s it. You like me wanking you off? I’m an old hand at this… So to speak.” she smiled reassuringly as the guys giggled. We all followed her gaze to the monitor, “What do you think of my well oiled tits?”

“They’re beautiful.” I answered breathily whilst luxuriating in her slow deliberate and experienced hand rolling my foreskin back and forth.

She laughed “Hmmmm yes they are aren’t they. Look at those nipples. How I squeeze and pinch them.”, she smiled mischievously, “My nipples are hard right now as I stroke you.” she panted into my left ear.

“Who’s doing the filming Miss?” Mike asked.

“Another student not too dissimilar to yourselves.”

“Do we know him?” Jed asked.

“No.” came her curt reply.

Jesus, muratpaşa escort how many students was she masturbating?

“Would you like to see the stars of the show boys?”

We chorused a “Yes.” and she stopped masturbating me for a moment as she undid her blouse and stripped it off. Her cleavage was pressed firmly together with a half-cup bra adorned with delicate filigree lacing across the top and along the underwire. Her upper arms hung heavy and creased under her armpits compared to the teen girls I perved on during Ms. Leon’s netball competitions. Her skin had lost its youthful spring and tightness but was not unattractive, in fact she was sexily well proportioned and… Well, like I imagined my friend’s cock gorging mother would be.

Reaching her arms behind her back she unhooked her bra strap and let her tits spring free. She slid the straps off of her shoulders and down her tanned arms then elegantly swung her bra over the back of the desk chair. Creamy white size D breasts slumped wide and heavy against her ribcage then elevated like luscious high peaked mountains to glorious large brown conical pinnacles.

“Well boys, what do you think?” she stood hands on hips wiggling them from side to side playfully allowing us a greater view of her breasts juxtaposed against her tighter waist and lusty hips.

“They’re real beautiful Miss.” Mike added.

“More beautiful every day.” Jed piped.

“Well, you do know how to compliment a girl boys.” she laughed coquettishly. “Jules?”

My eyes greedily drunk her in. Her creamy breasts were heavily defined between a scoop of a tan dipping from her neckline over her upper chest and her tanned waist.

“They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She licked her lips and glanced down admiring them herself before she resumed wanking me, her tits jiggling in rhythm with her arm.

“You can look at my tits whilst I wank you?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Call me Marchelle honey.”

“Yes Marchelle.”

“Are you close to cumming? I can’t wait to see your rampant teen cock erupt its spume across my desk.”

“Not yet Miss… Marchelle.”

She readjusted her hand pulling the foreskin back and tightening her grip around the base. Upping the pace she played my cock like a fiddle getting faster and faster building up the tension as her hand slapped against my stomach.

“Ooo-oo-o-h.” I moaned.

There as a high pitched squishing sound as precum was coaxed out of the tip of my cock with each pass of her hand.

“Oooooh. What’s that Jules? Is that precum? Hmm? Would you like me to lick it off?” I just looked at her with a tense expression as my balls started the oncoming cum-tickle.

She looked over at Jed and Mike “Let’s hear some words of encouragement for our new recruit boys.”

There was a moment’s silence broken by Jed “C’mon Jules you can do it.”

He nudged Mike who responded “C’mon Jules.” mimicking Jed disingenuously.

“Yes, c’mon Jules.” Ms. McElroy repeated looking me saucily in the eye and moving her face so close to mine that I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. She upped the pace, “Show me your spunk!”

Crouching slightly she bent over the desk, her plump breasts hanging heavily below the desk edge as she put her face in front of my cock and gazed up at me from the corner of her eyeliner defined eye and reached her tongue down over her chin making desperate moaning sounds whilst continuing to wank me.

“I bet you want me to lick your precum don’t you?” she panted and snaked her tongue out again just out of reach of my cock. “Uuuuh, yeah. Gnnnnng, gnnnnng, yeah, gnnngah.”

I could see her tongue pulsing and twitching autonomously with the strain and I pressed my thighs hard against the desk raising on my toes trying to push the tip of my cock onto her tongue. Her open mouth stretched back as she smiled, her tongue tantalising the tip as she tugged it just out of reach. I pushed harder desperately taking the pain of my thighs pressing into the desk edge as it creaked with the strain. I was almost there. Just…one…more…centimetre.

She pushed her hand back hard into my stomach stretching my foreskin and stopping me from reaching her moist tongue. Tightening her grip she held me rock steady and retracted her tongue and noisely slurped on her spit simulating the sound of giving head. “Hmmmm yeah.” Opening her mouth she reached her lips over my cock, taking the head two thirds into her mouth without touching, then she moaned her hot breath over me before pulling her mouth back and extending her tongue where it once again squirmed seductively a few centimetres from my cock.

“Oooooh, I want that so baaad. Gnnnnng.” she creaked a long throaty groan whilst feigning great effort to try and lick the burgeoning dollop of clear fluid before it trickled down the underside of my cock and varnished her index finger. She retracted her tongue and laughed as her hand slipped back and forth spreading precum down my shaft.

Lifting my cock upwards and wanking she brought her cheeks close to my cock and again pushed her wet tongue out and waggled it up and down as if licking the underside of my slippery shaft, “Oh, yeah, I can almost taste it. Gnnnnng.” and she started a continuous series of slurping sounds sucking in her tongue and blowing bubbles of saliva between her lips. “Fssssskkk.”

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Camilla arrived at Luvlee’s at about ten to six that Friday; when she got to the bar, she got naked as usual. A man with a suitcase walked up to her and asked if she was Camilla. When she nodded, he told her he was a photographer, and he opened his suitcase to show her his portfolio. She wasn’t impressed with the quality of his photos, and when she gave him the free lap-dance she’d promised to all photographers in the ad she’d posted the day before, she wasn’t impressed with his erect penis size, either. She was similarly disappointed with two other men who were hoping for the pornography photographer job she was offering; she would hope to find the right man on Saturday night.

She didn’t get a chance to talk to Candice until around 8 PM, because they were so busy with other customers, with their stage shows, and Camilla with those three photographers. Finally, Camilla approached Candice.

“Where were you last night, sweetie?” she asked. “I didn’t see you at the apartment. Were you with your boyfriend?”

“No, I was with a Luvlee’s customer, a lesbian,” Candice answered, looking for signs of jealousy in Camilla’s eyes, a jealousy that would mirror back Candice’s own jealousy over her lover Camilla’s fooling around not only with men, but also with young women like Akemi. Candice was disappointed when she didn’t see any jealousy in Camilla’s eyes.

“Wow,” Camilla said with a smile. “Good for you; Candice gets lucky with a dyke. I just fucked an artist and ate his sister’s pussy. Did you have fun with the lesbian?”

“Yeah, that woman can really muff dive,” Candice said, trying to hide her unhappiness about her all-too-open relationship with Camilla. “She can get drugs, too. She gave me a little bag of cocaine and half a dozen ecstasy pills. Do you want one?”

“Sure,” Camilla said, taking one. “I’ll save it for later.”

“I’m having a half now,” Candice said. “Bye.” Despondent that Camilla didn’t love her the way she loved Camilla, Candice figured that an ecstasy high might help her forget the pain. She went to get some water at the bar, broke one of the pills in half, and swallowed it. As she waited for the MDMA to take effect, she thought to herself, All I am is another of her many lovers, nothing more? Though she was similarly promiscuous, Candice was willing to commit to Camilla–if only Camilla would do the same.

About a half hour later, eight teachers from their school came in: Williams, Burgess, Langella, Johnson, Knowles, Matotek, Rudolph, and Fulson! As soon as Camilla saw them, she, now wearing black high heels and pink underwear, ran over to the change room and found a white blouse and a plaid skirt to give her a school-girl look. (She wasn’t so naughty as to wear her actual school uniform; she wouldn’t want to shame the Catholic school she’d be graduating from next week!) She also freshened up, with dark purple eye shadow, thick black mascara, pink blush and dark red lipstick. She also put red nail polish on to hide those ominous black lines on her lunulae.

When she returned to where the customers were, only the first four teachers remained. They were sitting at the tip rail, watching a stripper beginning the third song of her show. The other four teachers had noticed Candice wearing sexy black lace underwear. Though originally they’d come to see Camilla, they were too entranced with the sight of her beautiful roommate to resist. They asked to have lap-dances from Candice, and she, now starting to feel the effects of the ecstasy, was all too willing to lead them into a private room. Candice figured that if she couldn’t beat Camilla into giving up her other lovers, she’d might as well join her in living a life of excess. Camilla went over to the DJ booth and asked him to play ‘Gang-banged’, by Trampauline, since she was next to do her stage show. She knew that song would put Williams, Burgess, Langella, and Johnson in the mood.

Four minutes later, the song began, and Camilla went onstage. “And now, let’s all give a hand for this very sexy lady,” called the DJ. “Here’s Camilla!” Everyone in the now-packed strip joint cheered for this most popular stripper; especially loud were the teachers’ cheers. As she danced around the stage to the music, she looked right in the eyes of her teachers as she mouthed the lyrics to the song:

One or two men ain’t enough;
I need things a little rough.
I want a wild kind of love–
You know what I’m thinkin’ of.

CHORUS (always sung 4 times): I wanna get gang-banged! (Camilla shook her ass in the skirt to this chorus, with the same joie de vivre as she had shown in school whenever she was near one of the teachers.)

The only way to fulfill
Me is with a three-hole drill:
One up north and two down south–
Behind, down front, in the mouth.

CHORUS (Now she removed her skirt and shook her ass in her pink panties to the chorus. Everyone cheered, and kaş escort the four teachers were screaming with lust.)

When you boys are done with me,
Let your juices all flow free:
Spray them all over my face–
Don’t let one drop be a waste.

CHORUS (She removed her blouse during the chorus, and swayed her body left and right in her pink bra and panties to more cheers from the audience.)

Put it between my bust! (She looked at Burgess as she mouthed these words.)
Put it between my buns! (She looked at Johnson this time.)
Put it between my thighs! (At Langella)
Pump passion in my eyes!

CHORUS

Put it between my cheeks! (She looked at Williams as she mouthed these words, licking her lips.)
Boys, let’s all act like freaks!
Put ’em in my armpits!
Put it between my tits! (She looked at Burgess lewdly again.)

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Meanwhile, in their private room, Candice was entertaining the other four teachers to this song. They were sitting in a circle surrounding their nude, high student. She mouthed the words to them just as Camilla did. While mouthing the line, ‘Put ’em in my armpits!’, she eyed Knowles lewdly. Remembering that he was merely given Camilla’s armpit to fuck last time, he wasn’t too thrilled at Candice’s offer; he was determined to have the girl’s pussy tonight. The four men fondled her body, Knowles fingering her clitoris very sensitively and getting her very wet; Matotek gently patted her on the buttocks; Rudolph felt her breasts; and Fulson, after Matotek opened her buttocks, fingered her anus. The pleasure the men were giving her, as well as the ecstasy, were helping her forget, however temporarily, how saddened she was by Camilla’s trivializing of their relationship.

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Camilla’s second song was ‘My Humps’, by the Black Eyed Peas. Standing directly in front of Johnson, she dropped her panties about a minute into the song.

Johnson said, “There’s that pretty tuft of pubic hair I remember so well!”

“Yeah!” Williams shouted before sipping his beer.

Having turned around to give Johnson a look from behind, she opened her buttocks and, looking back at him, mouthed one of the lewd lines from the song lyric. To her question of what was to be done with all that ass of hers, Johnson shouted his answer:”You’ll see soon, baby! You’ll see soon!”

She removed her bra, shook her large breasts and, looking at Burgess, mouthed another lewd line. To her question of what was to be done with all that breast of hers, drunk Burgess shouted this ad libbed answer to her: ‘Gonna stick my dick between like dis’, doing a horribly bad impression of a rapper. “What a hot body!”

“Yeah,” Langella said. “It’s such a shame she has to dance to such crass music. It’s so sad when excessive sexuality degrades the arts like that.”

“Who cares?” asked Williams. “Enjoy the show.”

Camilla took off her shoes at the end of the song.

Her third song was, ‘Fuck the Pain Away’, by Peaches. Now completely naked, Camilla crawled toward Burgess with lewdness in her eyes and smile. She pushed her left breast into his face and allowed her nipple to go in his mouth, just in time for the first line of the song lyric, about tit-sucking. Johnson, sitting next to Burgess, had her ass in his face just in time for the line about checking out her behind, a pun on Chrissie Hynde of The Pretenders. She opened her buttocks so he could see her chocolaty brown anus up close. She joyfully mouthed the words about staying in school, because it’s the best thing to do, as she looked lewdly in the eyes of her teachers.

“Did you know this musician, Peaches, used to be a music and drama teacher in a school in Toronto?” Langella asked Williams. “Now she does this trash.”

“No,” Williams said. “Who gives a shit? Enjoy the show!”

When the name of the song, ‘Fuck the Pain Away’, was being chanted, Camilla, mouthing the words, spread her legs in front of Langella. She had her panties in her hand, and she stuffed them inside her pussy. Then she pulled them out, pulled on the elastic and fired them at Langella’s face like a stone from a slingshot. They hit his face sharply; he grinned his appreciation.

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When Candice heard the chanting of the song title, ‘Fuck the Pain Away’, over and over again, she–still high as a kite–decided to live up to the song’s ‘philosophy’. She figured getting a gang-bang from her four teachers might help her forget Camilla.

Enjoying Knowles’s finger as it slid deep inside and out of her vagina, she asked them all, “So, you guys wanna fuck me?”

“All of us?” asked Rudolph. “RIght now?”

“Sure, why not?” she asked in sighs from receiving Knowles’s finger. “I wanna get gang-banged!” she sang.

“Alright!” Knowles shouted. All four men unzipped their pants, gündoğmuş escort and Candice got on the floor. Knowles was quick to get on top of her; he opened her legs, and fed his hard phallus inside her wet cunt. Candice squealed with pleasure.

Matotek put his cock in her mouth, while Rudolph and Fulson waited their turn, each of them fondling one of her breasts. Knowles was well-endowed: his seven-inch cock pushed against her A-spot and rubbed against her G-spot. He held onto her legs as he fucked her. Her lips massaged Matotek’s knob, and her tongue tickled his dick-hole. She played with his balls with her left hand and fondled his ass with her right. Rudolph and Fulson pinched her breasts, and Fulson reached for her asshole, fingering the orifice.

Though her squeals were those of pleasure, and her sweaty body tingled with the delightful sensations of the ecstasy, there were tears in her eyes, and her squeals sounded like crying.

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When the Peaches song ended, naked Camilla led her four teachers into the private room next to Candice’s. She took a half of her ecstasy pill and drank it down with a gulp of water from her water bottle. The men sat in a circle, surrounding her as she started dancing when the next song, by Pantera, began. As she danced, the now very tipsy teachers all felt her up: Burgess pawed at her breasts, Langella fingered her vulva, Williams felt her buttocks, opening them up, and Johnson put his finger inside her anus. She giggled as they did this, excited, yet also nervous that tonight would be a repeat of the chaos of last Friday night. “Let’s not get too crazy tonight, OK guys?” she asked. “Gang-bang me at Mr. Langella’s home.”

“Sure,” Williams slurred. “But we’re doing it here, too.” He unzipped his pants.

“Wait,” Camilla said with a trembling voice, seeing the other men unzip their pants. “The people outside will hear us.”

“No, they won’t,” Langella said with a belch. “That heavy metal music’s so loud, they won’t hear a thing.” They got her on all fours, and Williams’s and Johnson’s rock-hard cocks were ready to enter her face and ass, respectively. Camilla lubed Johnson’s erection as he lubed her rectum. “What about us?” Langella asked of himself and Burgess.

“Let’s not do her all at once like last time,” Williams said. “That was awkward.”

“Agreed,” Johnson said. “Let’s take turns.” He pushed his cock against her asshole. “Ahh, that feels great!” he sighed as he slid deeper and deeper inside.

Camilla’s moans were muted as Williams fed his cock in her mouth. Burgess and Langella sat and watched, masturbating just enough to keep themselves hard, but not allowing themselves to come. Camilla’s vibrating tongue stimulated the underside of Williams’s shaft, and she kissed and licked his knob. Johnson’s cock was gently digging inside that tunnel of chocolate, as it were: she loved it.

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Burgess, Langella, Rudolph, and Fulson weren’t the only watchers of the sex going on in those private rooms: Luvlee’s had bouncers whose job was to watch the goings-on in the private rooms using hidden cameras. Though the bouncers’ job was to make sure things didn’t get out of hand, they knew Camilla’s outrageous reputation. Watching her willing involvement during the sex, it was obvious to them that she’d consented. That Candice had also willingly received Knowles’s cock in her vagina, and Matotek’s in her mouth, was also obvious from what the bouncers saw on their monitors. They just sat and enjoyed the simultaneous double feature.

“Man, look at those girls suck dick!” the first bouncer, Rick, said.

“Yeah,” said Don, the second bouncer. “Camilla sure loves taking it in the ass.”

“I know just what the guy with his cock in Camilla’s mouth is feeling,” said Rick.

“Really?” asked Don.

“Yeah,” said Rick. “Camilla made a special deal with me: if I pay special attention to her and make sure no one rapes her or hurts her in the rooms, she’ll suck my dick once a week.”

“Right on!” said Don. “The new girl’s sure loving that guy’s cock in her pussy. This is so hot!”

“I like my job.”

“So do I.”

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As Camilla was getting it in both ends, Langella fingered her dripping wet cunt and Burgess fondled her breasts. Camilla’s fingers tickled and played with Williams’s balls as he pushed his hard shaft in and out of her mouth. At times, she deep-throated it, demonstrating her excellent control of her gag reflex. She moaned with pleasure at the probing she got from Johnson’s cock. Langella’s tickling of her clitoris got it hard. Her labia were swollen with excitement. Also adding to the thorough lubrication of her vagina was Johnson’s cock’s massaging of the anal wall that neighboured her vaginal wall. Burgess pinched her nipples, getting them ibradi escort erect. Her scream in whistle register was muffled by Williams’s deep entry, and she came copiously al over Langella’s hand. He gluttonously drank it all.

Meanwhile, both Johnson and Williams were about to come. Johnson wanted to spray all over her, so just when his arousal reached the point of no return, he pulled his cock out and showered his come all over her buttocks.

“Isn’t that pretty!” Langella said.

Then it was Williams’s turn to come. He ejaculated plentifully in Camilla’s mouth, and she gulped it all down, not missing a single drop.

“Amazing!” Burgess said. Williams and Johnson put their spent members back in their pants and sat down. Now Burgess and Langella got ready for their turn.

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The refrain ‘fuck the pain away’ kept ringing in Candice’s mind as she felt Knowles’s phallus pumping in and out of her cunt. Since Camilla’s room was next to hers, Candice could hear her beloved roommate’s squeals of pleasure. Though Candice was still high on MDMA (nearing the end of her peak), and nearing orgasm herself, somewhere deep in her mind, she was asking herself, Is this happiness? Sex, then just more sex? Getting high, coming down, and just getting high again? An endless train of pursuing pleasure? Though it wasn’t truly satisfying, at least it kept the pain away, if only for a while.

Knowles’s long, thick cock was driving her wild: as he kept pumping deep inside, she fingered her clitoris. She orgasmed. When he was nearing orgasm, he withdrew his cock and shot his come all over her stomach. Matotek blew his load in her mouth: she gulped most of it down, but some of it dribbled out the left side of her mouth. Knowles and Matotek put their penises back in their pants and sat down.

Candice, coming down from the ecstasy peak, took out the little bag of cocaine from her purse. She started chopping lines. “You guys wanna snort?”

“You have coke?” Fulson asked in amazement.

“Yeah,” she said as she finished getting five lines ready to snort. “I have anal lube in my purse. Who wants anal?”

“I do, I do,” said Fulson. She gave him the tube of lubricant, and he smeared some on his hard cock. Then they all snorted the cocaine. Now Rudolph and Fulson would have her. She lay on her back, with her legs up so Fulson would have access to her asshole. He lubed her rectum while Rudolph put his dick between her tits. Rudolph wrapped her breasts around his cock, and Fulson pushed his phallus against her anal orifice. “Ahh,” Fulson groaned as he entered. All three of them felt like supermen on cocaine as they rocked back and forth.

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Camilla wrapped her breasts around Burgess’s phallus, and her wide-open legs and moist vagina received Langella’s cock. She was now starting to peak on the ecstasy, her body tingling from it, and Langella’s long, thick cock was giving her another kind of ecstasy. Burgess squeezed her soft, large breasts on his hard, long, thick cock, and he loved the smooth sensation of her creamy skin.

“My…pussy is…smiling,” she sighed as she felt the impaling of Langella’s phallus. “Thank you…Mr. Langella.”

“Oh, your tits feel so good around my cock,” Burgess moaned.

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The bouncers were loving every second of the double sex show on their monitors, oblivious to any danger of things getting out of hand. Though Candice’s face had a pained expression on her face (not from the sex, but from still thinking about Camilla), and her expression was clearly visible on the monitor, the bouncers ignored that, too. Awed by the performance of the girls, the bouncers, always touching their crotches, just sat and watched like mindless zombies in front of the TV.

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Camilla’s come was already dripping all over the floor, and Burgess came all over her face. “Beautiful,” he said as he watched it dripping off her cheeks and nose.

Langella, about to come, pulled his cock out and rained his come all over her stomach. “Beautiful here, too,” he said.

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Rudolph loved the softness of Candice’s breasts around his hard cock. He pinched her nipples as he slid his phallus between those smooth, creamy tits. He soon spewed his come all over her face: it sprayed in a straight line at her nose and mouth in several quick spurts.

This was Candice’s first ass-fuck, and she found it surprisingly enjoyable. No pain. Fulson, about to come, pulled his cock out and sprayed his discharge all over her vulva and pubic hair. “Ohh,” he said. “Incredible.”

Everyone left the two rooms. Those customers who were close to the private rooms stared at the men and two naked girls, having heard all the screaming and fucking. The listeners clapped, and Camilla and Candice each took a bow. The eight teachers blushed.

After the girls washed their faces in the washrooms, they went up to their teachers with a fun idea. “We have an idea, guys,” higher-than-a-kite Candice said.

“What’s that?” asked Williams.

“Let’s go to Langella’s house,” Camilla suggested. “And have an orgy there.”

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`Chapters 7,8,9, and 10 originally were supposed to be one chapter. But, as often happens, as I was writing, ideas and words kept flowing way beyond my original intentions. The four chapters all take place on the same day. One long, horny, wet, sticky day.

Chapter 9

Britnee stepped into the silver BMW waiting at the entrance to the trailer park. She leaned over and shared a kiss with Lara.

“How’d it go, slut?” Lara put the car into drive and sped off down the road.

“Good and good,” Britnee replied, wiping the corner of her mouth as she checked her makeup. “Nice ride.”

“I borrowed it from the car service. It’s armored. Bulletproof glass and all! We could survive a rocket launcher attack in this thing. You taste like Jed’s ass.” Lara handed Britnee a bottle as she drove.

“You look like Jed’s ass, bitch!” Britnee slugged down a few swallows of moonshine. “Ahhh… is that better, slut?” She breathed in Lara’s face.

“You are such a bitch,” Lara cackled and shoved Britnee’s face away.

“That’s it! The weddin’s off!” Britnee doubled over with mirth. “Wooooo… I tells ya, that Julie sure can fuck! She’s damn near insatiable! She’s still there, taking every cock in sight!”

Lara nodded. “That’s the plan… Is she her usual bossy, domineering self?”

Britnee laughed “No. It’s crazy… she was actin’ like Jed and his dick were the greatest things since white bread!” She was all, ‘Ooo Jed, if I wasn’t married… Yer cock is so wonderful…” It’s like she’d never had dick before. Oh! And the best part is, she signed! Julie Juggs is officially part of the Britnee Busted XXX network of porn! Yessss!!”

Lara pumped her fist in the air. “Awesome! I’ll get started on the tech stuff while you’re at work. So I take it you didn’t feel that weird hypnotic thing you feel when Julie’s in the room?”

“Nah, nothin’. You was right about them pheromone things.” Britnee hit her vape pen and passed it to Lara.

“Yeah, those pheromone blockers my dude at the lab came up with work pretty good. And those bimbo pills Debra gave us? He changed a little bit here, tweaked a little bit there… The guy is a fucking genius! From the sound of it, The drops you slipped in Julie’s drink seem to be working. You only gave her two drops, right, Boo?”

Britnee grinned. “Yup! Two before we fucked and two after!”

Lara frowned and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Oh, no… Boo, that’s too much! We’re gonna turn her into a bimbo nympho vegetable if we give her too much… Aww, fuck it…”

“Don’t worry, Boo,” Britnee squeezed Lara’s thigh. “I remembered to give her the vape pen. Your guy preloaded it last week. By the time my new tits heal, we’ll own that scheming bitch! Boo! Look out!”

A flatbed truck with a ramp attached to the back was stalled in the road in front of them. There wasn’t enough time to brake or steer out of the way. Lara floored the accelerator and hit the ramp at ninety miles an hour, flying over the truck. The front tires hit the pavement and as the rear tires hit and Lara slammed on the brakes, the BMW did a triple 360 spin and came to a perfect stop at the red light of the intersection.

Britnee and Lara sat, not moving, for a few seconds. They looked at each other then looked straight ahead.

“That. Was. So…” Lara said quietly.

“Fucking cool!” Britnee shouted. “Fuck Yeah!!”

The girls whooped and cheered, fist-bumping in their seats.

“Holy shit, Boo! Where’d ya learn to do that?” Britnee lit a cigarette.

“A-Team reruns…”

Britnee frowned at her friend then burst into a fit of hysterical laughter. “A-Team reruns… Oh, my God! Boo, you are too much! C’mon, the light’s green.”

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‘Oh, Fuck! I’m cumming again!!” Julie Juggs pumped her ass violently on Jayden’s lap, taking his long, fat cock deep in her orgasming cunt.

Jayden moaned around the huge, fake tit in his mouth. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Julie’s butt cheeks as the squirting pussy milking his cock soaked his balls. He spread her cheeks wide for Larry, who sank his thick cock deep in Julie’s welcoming asshole.

“Ohhhhhh, that’s tight,” Julie sobbed as her sphincter clamped down on the base of Larry’s horsecock. “That’s a tight fight! Fuck, I’m so full of cock! I’m so Fucking Full!”

Larry gripped Julie’s shoulders and slapped his hips against her ass, joining Jayden in pounding their huge cocks in her cumming holes. After twelve or more hard strokes, he pulled out and moved around the bed offering Julie his throbbing prick. Julie grabbed the hot tool and stuffed it in her mouth. Joe straddled her hips and slid his nine inches into Julie’s gaping, begging asshole.

“MMMPHLL,” Julie slobbered around Larry’s fat cock. “I’ve got so much cock inside me!! Oh, FUCK!! FUCK MY PUSSY!! FUCK MY ASSHOLE!! FUCKFUCKFUCK ME!!”

Jayden’s and Joe’s fat pricks slid against each other, separated by the thin konyaaltı escort layer of flesh between Julie’s cunt and ass. The two studs pumped and pounded the insatiable tit queen as she sucked Larry to the back of her throat.

A full minute of pounding Julie’s tight ass had Joe ready to cum. He pulled out and took Larry’s place in Julie’s mouth. Eddie filled the vacancy in her gaped out ass and fucked her hard and deep. Julie cried as another orgasm racked her body. She shuddered and drooled on Joe’s prick as she wailed like a banshee!

One after another, the trio of studs fucked Julie’s ass and mouth as Jayden plundered her burning cunt. Julie came and came and came again and again as they used her for a rotating ass to mouth DP receptacle. Jayden was in big tits heaven as he feasted on the massive, bowling ball tits pounding his face.

After about thirty minutes Jed, who was shooting the scene, signaled for a change of position. Jayden pushed Julie up and gasped, ” Flip… this big titty bitch over… so’s I kin gits up that tight ass!”

“Oh Fuck…,” Julie wailed. I’m a fucking big fake titty whore for your cocks!”

The quartet of studs just grinned and reached for her legs and hips.

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Britnee put the finishing touches on her makeup, dabbing a bit of glitter on her cheekbones. “What ya think, Noms?”

Nomi, the Brazilian bombshell with an enhanced rack that rivaled Lara’s new tits was sitting on the table next to Britnee, wantonly fingering her dripping snatch.

“Yessss… Hmm? Oh, Britnee, you are always so beautiful. You make me so horny!”

Britnee smiled. “Shit… You’re the beautiful one, girl. I mean, with those tits and that fat, onion booty? God! If I wasn’t on stage in five minutes, I’d strap one on and fuck you all night!”

She reached for a glass on the dressing table and took a long drink of moonshine. “Okay, where’s my hat?”

Nomi held out a gray fedora. Britnee took it and, unable to resist the urge, bent forward and licked Nomi’s swollen pussy lips. “Mmm… ceviche…”

Nomi moaned and giggled. “You like the fish, yes?”

Britnee stood and nodded. She picked up the full-length raincoat draped over the back of her chair and turned to the door. “After my shift, babe.”

Arriving behind the main stage, Britnee watched the girl on stage dancing. Another new girl, Britnee thought. She’s pretty. Great legs, nice little ass but… a new set of tits would do her a world of good… Britnee frowned then, her face lit up as she was hit with an epiphany. “I gotta talk to Julie and Rob about this…”

The song ended. The new girl bowed and picked up her costume, heading to the next stage. Britnee put on her Wayfarer sunglasses and folded her arms over her chest.

The lights dimmed as the DJ began his introduction. Britnee stepped onto the stage and stood ready, bathed in darkness.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Please join me in welcoming to the main stage one of the future stars of the stripping world. Here tonight for her last show before taking time off for a well-deserved vacation, Give it up for BBBRRRRIIIITTTTTNNNNEEEEEE BUSSSSTTTTTEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!”

The lights directly above the stage flicked on, shining down directly over Britnee. The opening chords of Micheal Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal” boomed out over the PA system. Britnee stood, one knee bent, her head bent low and her hand holding her hat. She clicked her heel in time with the beat and shrugged her shoulders. When the singing started, she tipped her hat, letting it roll down her sleeve, caught it and set it back on her head. Then she began prancing/strutting around the stage, stopping occasionally to pull her sunglasses down and look at whichever horny slob happened to be sitting in front of her.

A minute into the song, Britnee flung open her coat revealing her petite, curvy, suntanned body clad only in an extremely skimpy metallic green string bikini. The bikini left little to the imagination and the audience gasped, whistled and hollered their approval. As she danced around the stage, Britnee flung her coat off exposing her perfect bubble butt and toned legs.

She stopped, undulating her hips and shimmying her torso before clutching her big, grapefruit-sized tits and offering them to the crowd. With a nod to an old letch seated below her, Britnee turned and began shaking her ass, twerking her cheeks in time with the beat and bouncing on her heels. Then, as the song began to conclude, Britnee wrapped one arm over her stupendous boobs and ripped her top off. She lifted her arms high above her head and gave the crowd the naked flesh of her tits.

The first song blended seamlessly into the second. “Cherry Pie” by Warrant. Standing in her six-inch stiletto heels, Britnee gyrated her hips while playing with her 34F tits and slipping her hands down to the patch of fabric covering her pussy. She pulled kepez escort her sunglasses off and grinned, shaking her head “No” as she rubbed her mound. She then began dancing around the stage, shimmying and shaking her tits for the crowd or twerking her sweet, ample ass before reaching for the brass pole in the middle of the stage and hoisting herself up. She spent a minute or so displaying her acrobatic skills before doing a one-handed, upside-down spinning slide towards the floor. She ripped her thong off just before she landed on her knees, exposing her puffy, nineteen-year-old pussy.

On her knees, legs spread wide, Britnee leaned back, her tits swaying out and up, and began rubbing and splitting her cunt lips. She humped her hips, fucking the air as every pair of eyes in the room looked on. She rolled over onto her belly, bending her knees and reached back, spreading her round ass cheeks with both hands, showing off her tiny, tight as hell sphincter. She flexed her well-trained muscles, winking her ass at the crowd and pumping her hips up and down, fucking the stage.

The music reached a crescendo, Britnee rolled over again and slipped three fingers into her dripping pussy and fucked herself, moaning and begging for more. The crowd went apeshit and showered the stage with money. Singles, fives, tens, twenties covered the floor as the song ended and Britnee stood. She walked around the stage, thanking the horny men and women as they applauded furiously. Then, as a bouncer swept up the loose money for her, she blew a kiss and exited the stage.

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“S-Somebody! Somebody… Oh, God! Somebody Fuck My Tits!!” Julie cried as she slobbered on Larry’s thick, rigid ten-inch cock.

Julie was on her back, sandwiched between Jayden underneath her with his huge cock up her asshole and Joe between her thighs, drilling his nine-inch monster mercilessly into her boiling cunt. Larry was crouched over her face, holding her head in his hands as he smeared his spit-soaked prick across her face. Julie licked and sucked on the throbbing, hot flesh as she squeezed her huge, bowling ball-sized tits. The flesh of her boobs was slick with spit and cum and she slapped them together in a frenzied need for cock.

Julie looked up into Larry’s eyes, frowning with unsated lust. “Please,” she begged, almost crying, “Please fuck my tits!” Slupupuppp “I need it so bad! Please, please fuc-!!”

Larry cut off her words by stuffing his enormous, hard cock down her eager throat. He pounded away at her silky hole, slapping his balls against her chin. After a minute, he pulled his cock out, dripping with spit and throat slime.

“You want me to fuck your tits? Your big, fat, fake tits?” Larry shot her an evil grin.

Spit drooled down Julie’s chin as she coughed and gasped for air. “Oh please,” she begged. “Please, I need your hard cock between my heavy tits! Fuck! Ohh, fuck! I’m cumming again!”

The giant cocks buried in her pussy and colon were stretching her holes to the maximum, forcing Julie’s body to cum and cum. She twisted and jerked in an orgasmic seizure, crying and screaming with wanton lust.

Larry fisted his dripping cock, marveling at the long thick strands of spit and precum connecting his bloated cockhead to Julie’s mouth. He scooted back to straddle her chest and slapped her hands away from her ginormous tits, replacing them with his own. He squeezed the huge, slippery orbs, relishing the firm yet soft feel of the hot flesh. His ten-inch cock was so hard, it jerked up and down, cutting the air and beating Julie’s heaving chest.

Julie cried out as the huge cock pressed between her massive tits. “Yessss! Fuckkk MEEEE!!”

Larry took the plunge, thrusting his hips forward and burying his prick in her deep, sweaty cleavage. “Jesus! It’s like fucking a memory-foam pussy!” he groaned.

He began pumping his cock between her tits, pressing the massive balls of skin tighter against his throbbing cock. The spit and precum coating his cock combined with the cum and sweat covering Julie’s tits made a perfect lubricant and Larry fucked away, matching the rhythm and speed of the pair of fat cocks pummeling her fuck holes.

Julie was a mass of twitching, cumming, trembling flesh as the three studs fucked her senseless. She moaned and sobbed, crying out gibberish as she took every inch of hot, throbbing dick the trio of horny studs could give her.

Larry couldn’t take his eyes off the gigantic pair of enhanced tits wrapped around his dick. “They are so fucking round!” he groaned. His drooling, bloated cockhead slapped against Julie’s chin with every stroke, saturating her neck with precum.

Joe groaned as he pumped her twitching pussy. Julie’s stretched out muscles gripped his fat prick massaging every hard inch as he pounded his hips against her. Feeling Jayden’s awesome tool sliding against his in her asshole only made him harder kemer escort and the tight glove of cunt tighter around him.

“Fuck, this bitch is fucking hot!” he grunted. Shit, I ain’t gonna last much longer!”

“Me neither,” groaned Jayden as Julie’s spastic, flexing colon sucked on his massive prick.

“Noooo…,” Julie sobbed, bouncing her hips between them. “Keep fucking me! Please keep Fucking Me!!”

Jayden and Joe slowed their pace and filled her holes with long, deep strokes. Larry matched their rhythm and slapped Julie’s globe like tits together against his throbbing cock. Eddie knelt by her head and swung a leg over her, slapping his eight-inch prick on her greedy mouth. Julie gobbled his fat tip into her mouth as his balls mashed against her eyes and nose. She slobbered and gagged and choked on the thick piece of cock meat as it filled her mouth and banged the back of her throat.

“Yeah, Bitches!” Eddie hollered. “This is Fucking Porno!” He squatted lower and pumped Julie’s mouth hard and deep.

Julie grunted like a stuck pug and came again, soaking Jayden and Joe’s heavy nuts with girl cum. Her chest heaved, pummeling Larry’s raging cock. Larry gripped her huge, round tits tighter and pounded away as if his life depended on it.

“Oh, my…,”

Larry twisted his head around at the sound of Brandee’s voice. She was standing in the doorway watching the four-man one-woman gang bang. She was kneading one of her newly enhanced tits with one hand while rubbing her pussy through her skintight yoga pants with the other.

“Come on, Missus Brandee,” Larry called, “There’s plenty of cock to go around!”

Brandee moved closer to the bed. She peeled her pants down over her thick, round ass. “Don.t worry, dear,” she said gleefully, ” Y’all just go on and finish her off. I’ll clean up the mess!”

She stepped out of her pants and lifted her ultra-tight sweater up over her new tits and head and dropped it to the floor. Brandee’s newly enhanced tits were the size and shape of cantaloupes. She had chosen to go with 2000ccs expanders overfilled to 5000cc each, taking her from a double D cup to a full double G. There was a bit of sag making her enormous, round tits look like a pair of melons hanging in a pair of nets. She loved them. She adored them. She loved the way they made men go crazy with lust at the sight of them. And, most of all, she loved how her huge, fake boobs made her daughter, Britnee green with envy.

Larry almost lost it at the sight of Brandee’s tits. Fucking an enormous pair of fakes tits was one thing, fucking them while another hot milf thrust her own set of huge fake tits in his face was another. He redoubled his efforts, sliding his fat cock into Julie’s cleavage with a vengeance.

Brandee looked at Julie’s amazing tits and thought to herself, “Jeez, I thought my tits were huge!”

She massaged her fat tits and held them up to Larry. “Do it, stud,” She breathed, huskily. “Cum on those tits! Cum all over this bitch’s fat tits!”

She bounced her tits in her hands as Larry pounded away at Julie’s cum slick boobs. He felt his balls slide up and tighten and, with a loud moan, erupted! Boiling hot cum surged up the length of his shaft and blasted Julie’s chin, splashing Eddies cock in her mouth. He shot half a dozen thick ropes of jizz between her tits before grabbing his erupting cock and jerking it in his hand over her massive, swaying tits. He pumped it like a shotgun, each pump sending a new blast of cum onto the supple, round flesh.

Seeing this set off Eddie’s orgasm. His eight-inch prick belched hot cum into Julie’s mouth and down her throat nearly choking her. He pulled out and blasted her face with even more cum before aiming his erupting rod and joining Larry in saturating her enormous tits in hot, sticky jism.

Julie choked down all the cum she could, letting the rest slobber out of her mouth as she gasped for air. “Oh God,” she croaked, “I’m cumming again!! Give it to me! GIVE ME YOUR CUMMMM!!”

Her orgasming cunt and ass spasmed uncontrollably, gripping and releasing the huge cocks inside them harder than ever, milking the turgid meat pipes for their jizz,

Jayden and Joe came simultaneously, flooding Julie’s quaking orifices with thick ropes of cum. Joe filled Julie’s cunt with so much cum, it leaked out around his jerking cock. Joe groaned with ecstasy and pulled his nine-inch tool out, blasting Julie’s gaping hole. Hot jizz flowed out of her pussy, soaking Jayden’s balls.

“YESSSS,” Joe cried with sex-crazed joy. “I love fuckin; big titty bitches!!” He continued to hose down Julie’s belly.

Jayden’s twisting, serpentine prick exploded deep in her asshole, filling her colon with sticky goo. The milking, sucking hole pumped his throbbing cock, sucking the hot load from his balls.

“Fuck, this hot slut is makin’ me shoot what from my balls to be empty!” The slack-jawed halfwit groaned. He grabbed Julie’s waist and buried his belching cock deep in her tunnel and emptied his balls deep in her guts.

The four-man cum bukkake lasted for several more minutes as Julie writhed and bucked under the torrent of thick, sticky jizz that plastered every inch of her face and body. Julie moaned and sobbed, her body shaking with orgasmic fury as the hot cum of four huge monster cocks bathed her in man juice.

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Brea was checking her mailbox, at 6:35 exactly, just like every other day, even Saturdays. She was creature of habit if nothing else. That and the 5:10 bus from work. When she closed her mailbox and turned away, a handsome young man was rolling up in a wheelchair. Brea smiled politely at him and started for the elevators. She’d even taken a few steps in that direction when she realized he had been scanning the top row of mailboxes. Spinning around, she blurted out, “Do you need some help?”

“Actually, that would be great,” he replied dourly. “Last week, the doorman was holding my mail for me. Now this week, it’s someone else and he won’t give me the time of day. Says it’s against the law to handle my mail.”

“He’s a temp,” Brea assured him, taking his key and finding the proper mailbox. “The regular guy will be back next week. Just promise you won’t call the FBI on me, okay?” She handed him a stack of envelopes.

“God bless the ADA.” He continued with a hint of bitterness. “Make the developers add accessible apartments, but not mailboxes.”

“I’m sorry,” Brea said, not sure what else she could offer.

He suddenly smacked his forehead, and she took a step back in surprise. “What’s the matter with me? Here I am in the presence of a beautiful, kind, sympathetic woman and all I can do is bitch. Like it’s your fault, somehow. Let me start over. Thank you, and I mean that sincerely. My name is Ray. You probably figured that out from my mail, huh?”

“I’m Brea,” she said closing his mailbox. “You’re new here, aren’t you?”

“Moved in last week. What can I do to thank you?”

“What, that? That’s nothing. And I’m here at 6:35 every day, you know, until the regular doorman is back. I’d be happy to help.”

“Not 6:36?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

She laughed as they both headed toward the elevator. “Not unless the bus is late. When you don’t have much of a life, it’s easier to be timely.”

“A beautiful woman like you, no life?” he said with emphatic incredulity.

She blushed. “You’re just being kind.”

“At least let me offer you a beer.” He rolled onto the elevator.

“I don’t really like beer,” she declined, shyly.

“What then? You’re making it hard to be a gentleman, here. Margaritas, mojitos, brandy, champagne?”

“I pretty much just stick to wine.”

He pounced. “Red or white, sweet or dry, domestic or foreign?”

“Ray, really, you don’t have to…”

As the doors began to open onto her floor, he rolled in front of them. “Not letting you off until you answer.”

She rolled her eyes. “All right, all ready. White, dry, cheap.”

“My kind of girl,” he said with a wink, rolling back so that she could get off the elevator. She shook her head in exasperation, but she smiled all the way to her apartment door.

The next day, he was waiting for her when she walked into the lobby, wrestling with her umbrella. She smiled in pleasant surprise, and took his key to fetch his mail for him, then checked her own box. He waited patiently until she turned and started for the elevator, rolling up beside her. “I’m kidnapping you and making you accept a glass of wine. I have three different flavors for you to pick from.”

“Flavors?” she said with a slight frown. “We’re not talking Annie Green Springs, here, are we?”

“I’m kidding,” he teased.

“Well, okay. I guess in that case you can kidnap me. But just one.” A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he rolled onto the elevator.

When he led her into his apartment a few minutes later, she was duly impressed with the subdued but classy decorating. He refused her offer of help, commanding her to “make herself comfortable” on the large couch while he rolled into the kitchenette and began fussing about. Brea snuck a look at him as he moved about the low-set counter. She hadn’t noticed much yesterday beyond a general handsome nature, with smiling eyes, fairly short wavy blond hair and a squarish, strong jaw. Now, without a bulky jacket on, she realized he was very broad shouldered and chested, with heavily muscled arms. When he glanced up at her, she looked quickly away, blushing.

“Wow,” she said. “You have a way better view than mine. Amazing what being a few stories higher can do.”

“At night, the lights are really beautiful. Maybe if I get a few glasses of wine in you, I can convince you to stay till then.”

Brea glanced over at him, but he was smiling in a teasing way. “I said just one,” she reminded him.

He shrugged. “When a guy kidnaps a beautiful woman, you can’t blame him for wanting to prolong the pleasure. Chardonnay, Sauvignon Blanc or Pinot Gris?”

“Chardonnay,” she replied, then studied her hands in her lap. “You shouldn’t keep saying that.”

He frowned. “Saying what?”

“I’m not beautiful.”

He stopped what he was doing and rolled around the kitchen bar toward her. “Whoever convinced you of that deserves to be soundly trounced and I’m just the guy to do it. Gimme a name!”

When she realized he wasn’t going to move without a response, she murmured, “Bad relationship. It’s over. He’s alanya escort gone.”

He watched her for a moment, then relented and wheeled back into the kitchenette. “So that’s why you have no life? Because of some jerk who had no idea how good he had it?”

She raised her chin and smiled, but he noticed she was still wringing her hands. “I guess it just made me choosier,” she said.

A moment later, he was returning with a beer in his lap and a large wine glass in his hand. Somehow he managed to get his chair to roll straight with one hand. He even managed to bow slightly as he held the wine out to her. “Your drink, my lady.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” she answered and laughed softly.

He lifted his beer and popped the cap, tossing it neatly into a distant waste basket, then held the bottle up towards her. “To wonderful neighbors.”

She clinked her glass against his bottle. “Here, here,” she agreed.

For a while they chatted idly about work and family, fellow tenants, the annoyances of mass transit and other comfort zone topics. When Brea excused herself to use his bathroom, he surreptitiously topped off her wine glass from the bottle he had stashed in a side pocket of his chair. When she returned and eyed the glass suspiciously, he went with his most effective distraction technique.

“You haven’t asked me how I ended up in this chair,” he said.

“Oh,” she responded, taking a substantial sip of the wine. “It’s really none of my business.” Ray gave himself an imaginary pat on the back. Works every time.

“And it’s none of my business about your ex. Tell you what, I’ll tell you my story if you tell me yours.”

“I really don’t…”

“I was stupid. Drank too much. Got on a motorcycle. Hit a patch of gravel, then hit a ditch, then hit a tree. At least that’s what they tell me. I don’t remember any of it. But now, not much of anything works from the waist down.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said, putting her hand on his.

“Don’t be. I’m still here. I’m still having fun. And the best part is,” he leaned toward her. “Beautiful women don’t see me as a huge, tough guy threat when I try to lure them to my apartment.” He leaned back in his chair. “I got it made in the shade, baby.”

Brea looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “Defensive lineman,” she hazarded a guess.

He laughed brightly. “Offensive. Center, occasionally.” He shrugged. “Not good enough for the pros, but you’d think it would at least make it easy to get a date on campus. If I’d walked up to a pretty lady standing at her mailbox back then and invited her to my room for a drink. Well, they couldn’t run fast enough. Course, the quarterbacks and the receivers got all the good press. We were just ‘the line’ that was supposed to keep the pretty quarterback from getting his face smashed in.

“But then, last year of school, I come back and instead of six foot six and two hundred sixty pounds of iron muscle, I’m four foot of chair-bound unmannedhood. So now the chicks talk to me, but only about how much they pity me.”

“Oh, I…” Brea stared at her lap.

“Except you,” he interrupted you. “Apart from the fact that you apologize way too often, I don’t get one iota of a pity vibe from you. It’s refreshing. And if you’re just hiding it really well, please don’t tell me. Let me live out my fantasy.”

This time, he topped off her wine without pretense. She didn’t seem to notice or remember her preset limit. “There, I’ve bared my soul. Now it’s your turn.” He pulled a beer from the pocket of his chair, and once again made a neat basket with the lid.

“Um, I…” Brea was wringing her hands again. He picked up her wine glass and closed her fingers around the stem to give them something else to do.

“Did he tell you that you weren’t beautiful?” Ray asked softly.

“No, he never said that,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Did he tell you that you were beautiful?”

“Um, no.” She took a big gulp of wine.

“Let me guess, then. He would constantly point out flaws. Am I right?”

She nodded morosely. “He would tell me I needed to lose weight, and when I knocked myself out to lose some, he would say that now my breasts were too small. He would tell me to get a haircut, and when I did, he would ridicule the style. My clothes were never right, even ones he bought me. He made me get colored contacts because my eyes were boring, but then he complained that the color was too artificial. He made me wear ridiculously high heels, but then get mad at me if I said my feet hurt.”

Ray waited patiently until she began to wind down, then he took her hand and held it. “He also told you that you were crappy in bed, didn’t he?” She nodded but didn’t look up. After a moment, he reached over with his free hand and cupped her chin, lifting it. “I swear to you that none of that is true. Well, okay, I can’t vouch for the sex part, but I’ve been with enough ladies to have a pretty good idea of what the bedroom’s gonna be like, just from the way they handle themselves outside the bedroom. And Brea, you got it going on. aksu escort You need to start cutting yourself some slack.”

She smiled ruefully. “So this therapy thing you have going. Is it just a sideline, or do you make good money at it?”

He laughed. “I collect my payment in smiles,” he said reaching wide with his arms. “I would like you to come here and sit in my lap so I can give you a hug.”

“Are you sure? I mean…”

“They’re not broken,” he said, slapping his thighs. “They just don’t do a god-damn thing I tell them to.”

She was still tentative as she stood up in front of his chair, but then he leaned forward and scooped her into his lap, letting her legs dangle over one arm of the chair. After only the smallest pause, she nestled against his broad hard chest, entwined her arms around his neck and sighed. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and pulled her even closer. “I like you, Ray,” she said, though it was muffled against his chest.

“And I like you,” he replied. “I just wish I still had the working equipment to prove to you that asshole was wrong about the bedroom along with everything else.” Brea giggled slightly, and immediately wondered how much wine she’d had to drink on an empty stomach. He gave her one last squeeze then when she sat up in his lap, he added, “If you’re ever interested, though, the tongue still works just fine.” He stuck it out and wiggled it just for proof. Brea was giggling full on now. She wiggled off his lap.

“I think I better go, before I have any more to drink. You’re making me feel like a giddy school girl!”

“So, my devious plan is falling in to place,” he cackled, even as he backed his chair so she could get past the couch.

She was gathering her coat and belongings when he stopped her. “Brea, can I talk you into coming for dinner on Friday? My brother will be here. I’d like you to meet him.”

She searched her wine-fogged memory. “Did you say he was a twin?”

“Yup. Identical. Except he wasn’t stupid enough to get on a motorcycle when he was drunk.”

“Um,” she hesitated.

“No excuses. You’ve already confessed you have no life.”

“Damn. Okay. What time?”

“You can help me with my mail at 6:35, then slip into some more comfortable clothes, and come on up at, say, 7:35,” he said with a wink.

She laughed. “7:35 it is.”

****

On Friday evening, Brea had slipped into some yoga pants and an over-sized tee shirt. Flip-flops completed the outfit. Outside Ray’s door, she purposely paused until her cell phone said 7:35. When she knocked, the door immediately opened. Ray had obviously been waiting right inside. She laughed and he chuckled, handing her a glass of wine. “Come and meet my brother,” he said, leading her toward the couch. A carbon copy of him – right down to the black jeans and white, open-at-the-collar shirt – had already stood and was rounding the couch with his hand out.

“Brea, this is Rob.”

“It’s a privilege to meet anyone willing to put up with him,” Rob said, taking her hand but then pulling her close to plant a kiss on her cheek.

“He’s been very sweet,” Brea countered.

“No, I’m the very sweet brother. He’s the insufferable boor. Come sit down,” he added pulling her toward the couch.

“Can I help with dinner at all?” she asked.

“He won’t let you help,” Rob assured her, “because you might see all of the boxes his ‘home cooked’ meal came out of.”

“Very funny,” Ray drawled, heading back to the kitchenette.

“So, I understand you had some problems with an ex?” Rob asked.

“Oh, uh…” Brea blushed furiously.

“Ray told me. No details, just that, let’s see, how did he put it? ‘The asshole beat the shit out of her self esteem.’ I offered to help him pound the punk to within an inch of his life. But now that I’ve met you, a beat down seems inadequate. At the very least, we need to pull all his toenails and fingernails out.”

Ray rolled up and handed Rob a beer. “That’s your idea of opening conversation?” He scowled at his brother.

Rob only shrugged. “I’m not much of one for discussing the weather. ‘Sides, all it does here is rain. Kind of limits the variety of one-liners.”

“Really, guys, I’m just trying to move on with my life. Nobody needs to be beat up,” Brea interjected.

“That’s a matter of opinion,” Ray said, glaring at his brother.

“Love you too, bro,” Rob shouted as Ray returned to the kitchen. He looked over at Brea. “He loves me,” he said with a wink.

“Did you play football, too?” Brea asked, trying to steer the conversation to neutral territory.

“Couple of years, but it’s pretty time intensive and I figured I’d better concentrate on a more… realistic career.”

“All right, you guys,” Ray called. “Dinner time.”

Rob stood and took her hand, pulling her up and toward the dining table in the corner of the room by the windows. It was the first time that she noticed the beautifully set table. Ray was lighting candles in the center of the table. Outside, the city lights were beginning to twinkle as the sky akseki escort darkened. Ray picked up a remote. “Jazz, Blues or Grunge Rock?” he asked her.

“I am seriously underdressed,” she said, planting her feet against the tug of Rob’s hand.

“Nonsense,” Rob exclaimed. “We usually eat naked.”

“So you’re seriously overdressed,” Ray pointed out. He punched a button on the remote and soft jazz filled the room. He pulled a chair out for her that faced the windows and Rob’s gentle but insistent hand at her back got her seated against her better judgment. When they both were satisfied that she wasn’t going to flee, they went to the kitchen and quickly moved food to the table. Then the brothers settled at each end of the small table and proceeded to make her the center of attention throughout the meal. They had an incredible knack of turning the conversation back to her, every time she thought she had them redirected. They also double-teamed her, with one refilling her glass as she answered a question from the other. She soon discovered that their supposed arguments were only a thin disguise for their deep affectionate bond.

When they all finally sat back from the table, stuffed to the gills, Brea offered to do the dishes. “No!” Ray said, so emphatically she jumped.

“See,” Rob told her, “He’s got the boxes from dinner hidden in the dishwasher. I knew they were hidden somewhere.”

“I just want us all to move to the couch and continue this great conversation,” Ray argued.

“But…”

“My house, my rules. Dirty plates sit out until completely ripe. Come on.”

He rolled over to the couch even as Rob moved to the other end of the couch, leaving the middle for Brea. She sighed and picked up her wine glass, crossing the room. No sooner had she sat down then Ray was refilling her glass from the bottle he had stashed in the pocket of his chair. Once that was done, Ray amazed her, using his upper body strength to lever himself from the chair and onto the couch. Once there, he turned and settled his back against the arm, lifted his right leg onto the cushions and made a come-hither gesture at Brea, patting the couch in front of his lap.

“Sit here. Neck rub time.”

“And then you can tell me all about that trip you took to Italy,” Rob said. He turned partially on the couch to face her, leaning against the other arm almost like a mirror image of Ray. Brea took a big gulp of wine, then looked around for a place to put the glass. Rob took it from her and put it on the end table behind him. Feeling totally awkward, she scooted into position, then felt Ray’s hands on her waist pulling her closer. She kicked off her flip-flops and started to cross her legs, but then Rob was pulling her feet into his lap. His strong hands began rubbing her arches even as Ray went to work on neck and shoulders. Brea reached behind to brace herself and Ray obligingly placed her hands on his thighs. She marveled that it didn’t feel awkward in the least.

Brea sighed. “If you guys keep that up, I’m not going to remember a thing about Italy.”

“Then don’t,” Ray said softly from behind her. “Just close your eyes and enjoy.”

Ray’s hands worked their way down her back, his thumbs working the muscles along her spine as his fingers found every other muscle and teased them into relaxation. Meanwhile, something that Rob was doing to her feet seemed to shoot right to her belly, spreading a delicious warmth. By the time Ray reached her lower back, she was moaning with delight. When he reached her tailbone, she arched her back in delight and threw her head back with a long, drawn out, “Ahhhh.” Ray and Rob exchanged a silent communication. Ray’s hands started back up her sides, underneath her top and Rob reached forward to rub her calves.

Brea didn’t react when Ray’s hands reached the bare skin above her yoga pants. She simply continued to hum with pleasure. When Ray reached the bottom of her bra, he slipped fingers under the back strap and leaned forward. “Brea, do you want this?” Almost reluctantly, she lowered her head, but it was Rob’s eyes she met.

“Say yes,” he coaxed. Their hands had stopped moving, waiting for her answer. Brea’s belly was churning, awakening from a long slumber. And Rob’s eyes on hers were so warm and earnest and kind. She closed her eyes, testing. She was pleasantly buzzed, not drunk. Slowly, she opened her eyes again, and Rob was there, waiting patiently. She nodded.

“You need to say it, Brea” Ray prodded gently.

“Say what you want from us,” Rob added, “From both of us.”

She swallowed hard. “I want you to make love to me.”

“Both of us.” Rob’s response was a statement, not a question, but she responded, anyway.

“Yes.” She nodded eagerly, and instantly, her bra loosened and Ray’s hands were at the hem of her tee shirt, lifting slowly, savoring.

“Lift your arms, Brea,” he instructed, and she did, leaning back so that he could easily reach to pull her top free. Before she even had her arms all the way back down, Rob had moved between her legs. His fingers were holding her bra straps, pulling down and forward. The moment it slipped free of her arms, she hunched, folding her arms across her chest, trying to remember if she was in her small breasts phase or everything else too big phase. Rob took a firm grip of her wrists and sternly but gently pulled her arms away, pushing her hands down to the couch.

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It started with a simple question.

“What does swinging mean?” I asked.

I sat at my computer on a Saturday morning wearing sweats and a wrinkled T-shirt.

My husband, Bill, was reading the newspaper at the kitchen table.

“What?” he asked, a surprised set of eyebrows poked over the top of the folded black and white page.

“I’m surfing the Internet and up pops this ad about swinging. It’s clearly an adult ad and,” I glanced somewhat accusatorily in my husband’s direction, “it’s not the first time I’ve seen this particular ad pop up”

I sat cross-legged and must’ve looked as naïve as a schoolgirl.

“I delete it every time, but…” I continued. “You really must load some parental controls. Anyway, I’ve just never heard this word before, that’s all.”

“Angelina, Baby, you’re serious?” Bill asked, now putting down his paper, his broad, athletic shoulders showing beneath his worn-thin college T-shirt.

“Serious as a heart attack.”

In so many awkward words, my husband calmly explained swinging to me. He said it was for liberated couples, who choose to share partners, usually with other married couples, to spice up their sex lives. He said sometimes committed couples, once they’re settled down and have all the children they want, might decide to indulge in some swapping with one or more other couples, just for fun.

“No way!” I said. “You think that really happens?” My slender, proportionate body tingled with shock, maybe a small amount of excitement, too.

“Yes, I think it happens all the time,” he said sincerely. “It’s just recreational sex. But I suspect it can only work, if ever, when the couple is truly in love,… when they trust one another implicitly,… and there’s no jealousy,… none whatsoever,… and they don’t take sex too seriously,… but they both sincerely want the other to have fun.”

I laughed with embarrassment, thinking quietly to myself “You want me to have fun, no?”

You see, I am a small town girl from a conservative, tight-knit family. I met Bill through mutual friends and, after a brief courtship, we fell in love and, eight years ago, got married. Our lives together have been happy, but much the same as everyone else we know: early thirties, two small children under the age of six, a cute mutt of a dog for a pet and, after eight years together, straight missionary sex once a week. Don’t get me wrong, when I asked Bill about swinging I really was happy and, as unbelievable as it may now sound, I truly had no clue what the word “swinging” really meant. I was in denial and, frankly, I was probably just blissfully happy because I didn’t know what I didn’t know.

Recently, however, something happened that changed my life with Bill forever. So much so, that I wanted to share my story with someone but, in this small town, I am both too close to too many people and not really close enough to anyone to risk entrusting my deepest secrets with anyone I know. So, when I came across your website and read a few of your stories, I knew I had discovered the perfect way for me to share at least one story of my own.

I work out of my home and make a living as a freelance fashion critic on the panel of a few well-known fashion magazines. While my husband travels frequently for work, I have preferred being a homebody and go out only when I have an assignment that requires me to leave the safe confines of my home. Bill works in the marketing department of a company that sells hospital equipment.

Bill and I are close friends with another couple, Jenna and Dave. Dave works in marketing for a major diagnostic imaging company and, with so much in common professionally, Dave and Bill have become close friends. Since my husband met Dave at a trade show three years ago, the two of them have become thick as thieves and they frequently talk on the phone about their industry’s most cutting edge information. Whether in town or out of town, they stay in touch and promote one another to clients.

Dave is taller than Bill, probably 6’1″, with an attractive, masculine built. He is well mannered, has a happy disposition and an infectious smile. His wife, Jenna, is an easy going, stunning blond — 5’6″, well-endowed with a voluptuous body. Wherever she goes, she is definitely the head-turner. Because Jenna is so confident and easy to talk to, she and I get along almost as famously as our husbands. And since Dave makes good money, Jenna does not work outside the home, which means she is able to come over to my house from time to time for some quality time when I don’t feel like going out.

On occasion, we do accompany our husbands when they travel out of town for business, mostly to sleep in fancy hotel rooms, try on expensive clothes, sip expensive coffee and enjoy our husband’s expense accounts. But, mostly, I stay home.

Jenna often came over to borrow DVDs to take home and watch. We both have a sizeable collection of movies, mine mostly classics, hers mostly new romantics, which we freely swap. A few days ago, Jenna returned a stack of old DVDs that she konyaaltı escort had borrowed. After she returned them, the stack sat unnoticed on a bookshelf in the den for a couple of days before I decided to return them to their rightful spots among my collection. As I ticked through in alphabetical order, I noticed one of Jenna’s DVD cases had no title on it.

“What have we here?” I asked myself, with half a thought to set aside the unlabeled DVD until I could ask Jenna directly.

But the children were at school and I was alone with nothing to do, so I decided to slip it in the DVD player and check it out.

As soon as it started playing, I was astonished to see explicit sex scenes of Dave and Jenna flicker across the flatscreen in front of me. It was a compilation, almost one hour in duration, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen until I had seen the whole unedited production in one sitting.

It started with Jenna lying down on their bed and Dave placing two pillows under her ass. Propped up this way, her perfect little pussy shown like a ripe peach. Dave stepped into frame, sporting a well-endowed cock at least 9 inches long and quite thick. In fact, it looked too long and too cylindrical to be real. Its size made me recall a comment Bill once made that porn stars will sometimes put extenders on their penises to make them look monstrously huge. It occurred to me that Bill could be wearing such an extender, although his tool certainly looked genuine enough. Jenna took it with both her small hands and kissed it. Dave tried shoving it in her mouth, but she could not swallow even half of it. She rotated it in her mouth in a circular motion. Dave moaned with pleasure.

After receiving a bit of oral, Dave got back to real action, he placed his cock on the tip of Jenna’s vagina and rotated it in tight circles. Jenna began to moan and push her pussy upwards to swallow Dave’s cock in her folds. He teased and titillated her until she could not wait any longer.

“Oh Jesus,” Jenna moaned, “Fuck meeeee!!! Shove it in now and fuck me hard.”

Honestly, I was taken aback by Jenna’s aggressive, explicit pleas. I felt like I knew her well, but I never had heard her talk like that before.

With a bellow, Dave pushed forward, sinking his ramrod deep into her hole. Seconds later, both of them were thrashing and groaning.

The screen flickered to black before switching to another encounter. I sat dumbfounded on the floor in front of the screen, cross-legged as an Indian, my own pussy now awakened, waiting more.

In the next scene Jenna lay on her back on a low table, her legs lifted and held in her hands. Along side her were strewn a bunch of sex toys, dildos of different type, vibrators and an array of other gadgets. Dave’s lower body appeared in the scene and his cock crammed its way inside Jenna’s tight pussy.

“Sweetie, you think there is place for another one?” he asked. I imagined his winning smile staring down at her.

“Yeah, sure why not?” Jenna beamed.

“Well, which one?” asked Dave?

“You know I would rather have another real one than one of these toys,” she admitted.

“Okay, I’ll see if I can make that happen for you another day, perhaps,” he replied, “but let’s just imagine that this is another man’s hungry, large cock for now, okay? Look, it wants to fuck you so badly.”

And, with that, along side his own cock, Dave squeezed one of the dildos into Jenna’s screaming tight hole. I was amazed that she was able to take both his cock and the large, life-like toy at the same time.

Watching intently, I slipped my fingers into my own wet snatch to see whether my vagina could accommodate such a feat. I was sure that it couldn’t.

“Honey,” Dave continued, “we will fulfill your favorite fantasy some day real soon. I promise.”

“I’m can’t wait,” Jenna answered.

For a minute, Dave worked both his dick and the dildo in and out of Jenna’s gapping hole at the same time. She squirmed with delight, her eyes closed as she focused on her own private fantasy. I tried to imagine what she was thinking, what she was feeling, as I watched Dave’s dick and dildo competing for the same tiny real estate.

Dave then reclined on the bed and Jenna climbed on top of him, squatting on his shaft and taking support from his hands. She thrust her pussy on his cock, moving up and down. After a while, Dave came as he pulled out his cock and splashed cum all over Jenna’s pussy and breasts.

In yet another episode, Jenna placed a blindfold on Dave. She stretched out on the bed then put chocolate at a few points along her body, including her belly button, breasts, pussy, hips and so on. Blindfolded, Dave searched for the chocolate spots with his tongue. He started at her belly, traveled to her belly button, licked it clean and then explored her body until he reached her breasts. He sucked them clean and then traveled down to her pussy. Jenna moaned in ecstasy. She put her hands on his head, pressed him downward to guide kepez escort his tongue to the spot where she needed it most.

“Oh, fuck, Baby. That’s it. Fuck, that’s it,” she purred.

With a loud shriek, she exploded with a torrential orgasm.

“Oh, God,” I thought to myself, “Look how much fun they’re having. I never realized sex could be such fun.”

There were many more sex scenes, probably ten total, with Dave and Jenna bAngelng away, bumping nasties, in almost every conceivable position and saying some unbelievably raunchy things to one another. To say that I was hot and bothered would have been the understatement of the century. I watched the entire recording and then just sat in the middle of my floor stunned, not knowing what to do.

I thought that I would tell Bill about it, but I was not sure how he would take it. All day, I was in a heightened state of sexual arousal and kept thinking about the DVD. It would not leave my mind, not even for a second. Later that night, I could hardly sleep. Images of Dave and Jenna kept dancing before my eyes. I wondered what Jenna meant by saying that she wanted to have another real dick fuck her with Dave. It was all very confusing,… challenging to my preconditioned ideas,… but one thing was undeniable: as I rolled the images over in my mind, clinging to Bill in the night, I was able to privately massage my swollen clit and bring myself to orgasm more times than I could count.

The next day, when the children left for school, I sat naked on my leather sofa and played the DVD again from beginning to the end. I replayed it again for a second time and, again, a third time. I shuffled the scenes, fast-forwarded to see what excited me most. For the entire week, I watched the DVD every day. I was so sexually charged and excited that the blend of images remained on my mind at all times. Whenever I slipped my fingers down to check whether my panties were soiled, I instantly exploded. My face was flushed all the time, such that Bill even noticed.

“Honey, do you have a fever?” he asked, “You look lost most of the time these days. Is everything alright?” He seemed sincerely concerned about my wellbeing.

I knew I needed to tell Bill about the DVD, but I simply could not work up the nerve or decide when and how, so I kept my little secret to myself for a while, hoping that Jenna wouldn’t ask me if I’d found one of their home movies in the meantime.

Summer vacation was coming up and we decided to send the children to their grandparents for the week. Bill’s parents and sister lived in a town close by so it was easy to send the children away for a week of fun with their grandparents and cousins. If I’m honest with myself, I felt liberated the moment they picked up the children and whisked them away.

“Okay, girlie, now’s your one and only opportunity to come clean,” I told myself.

When Bill hit the bed that night, I exited the closet in a sheer pink nightie that Bill bought for me a long time ago. In my left hand, trembling with nerves, I held Dave and Jenna’s exposé.

“Wow,” Bill said appreciatively. “What’s that?” he added, nodding toward my hand.

I couldn’t bring myself to speak, so I simply dropped the DVD in the bedroom DVD player and let the moving pictures speak for themselves.

“Honey,” Bill exclaimed, “where did you get this?”

“Jenna gave it to me by mistake,” I confessed.

Honestly, he wasn’t listening to my response because Jenna’s pussy was staring him right in the face on the 42″ screen at the foot of the bed. I could see Bill’s penis spring to life beneath the sheets.

We sat quietly and watched the movie play. I basically had it memorized by now. When we got to the scene where Jenna was getting stuffed by two dicks, one real and one fake, I asked Bill about it.

“Double penetration? I suspect a lot of women have a fancy about double penetration,” he explained. “You know, if one is good, two must be better. That kind of thing?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” I said sheepishly.

As he explained, Bill put his hand on my pussy and slipped two fingers inside. My pussy was thoroughly wet and throbbing and, after a week of masturbating every chance I had, my quivering hole probably could have accepted ten fingers at the same time. I took no time for me to climax, and I reached an orgasm as soon as he began moving his hand against my swollen clit.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah,” I said, probably the first time I’d used those kinds of words ever in our relationship. It felt empowering. “Use my pussy, baby, use me.”

“Honey, I don’t know what’s gotten in to you,” Bill said, “but I like it.”

That night Bill and I had sex many times and, when we finally fell asleep, we slept totally entwined with one another.

“Bill, should we return the DVD,” I asked in the middle of the night.

“I don’t know. Geez, it’s Dave and Jenna for Pete’s sake. Wouldn’t they be embarrassed? They’re such good friends, wouldn’t they just die?”

The next two nights we played kemer escort the DVD again and again. We could hardly sleep, as sex and watching Dave and Jenna have sex — was the only thing on our minds. We acted like a newly married couple. We screwed like rabbits.

Later that week, Bill left town on business. That evening, I got a call from Jenna informing me that Dave had been out of town for the past two days, too, that she didn’t know when he would get back and that she was bored.

“You wanna spend the night together at my house?” she asked.

“Sure, why not,” I agreed.

“Okay then, I’ll pick you up around seven thirty.”

Jenna was prompt as usual.

“Wait a few minutes,” I called down, “I just need to grab a few things.”

“Don’t bother with nightwear,” she replied. “I have plenty. I’m sure we can manage.”

After stuffing a few necessities in an overnight bag, soon we left in her car. On the way I got a call on my cell phone from Bill. I told him that, since Dave was out, too, I was going to spend the night with Jenna. He said that would be okay and that he was not likely to return home for another couple of days.

At Jenna’s house, we gossiped for a while, ordered a pizza for dinner and had a couple of glasses of wine. After we ate, we moved to the master bedroom to get comfortable and watch some TV the same bedroom that I had seen in the DVD with a king size bed and bedside tables on both sides. We put the near empty bottle of wine and empty wine glasses on one bedside table, I dropped my purse beside the bed, and then we walked to the adjoining dressing room and bathroom.

“Here, let’s find you something to wear tonight,” Jenna offered sweetly.

Her wardrobe included a huge collection of sexy lingerie, babydoll dresses, camisoles, chemises, knickers, bustiers, etc. A lot of it looked very fancy, wild and sexy. Some of her dresses were made of sheer, barely-there fabric.

“Wow, girlfriend, so much trashy lingerie! What do you do with all this?”

“Honey, when you spend two-thirds of your life in the bedroom, why not?”

She offered this explanation as a simple matter of fact.

“So, what would you like to wear?”

“I don’t know. Most nights, I wear a cotton pajama set,” I said meekly, the words sounding even too shamefaced for me.

“Well, not tonight,” Jenna said. “Tonight, why don’t you try on something sexy? Here, take off your clothes while I pick out some lingerie for you.”

I stripped down to my bra and panties and stood there while Jenna rifled through her wardrobe like she worked at a laundry mat. She made a few selections and then turned to give them to me.

“Sweetheart,” she ticked, staring at my underwear, “you’re a fashion critic, aren’t you? That will never do.”

I looked down at myself and had to agree that I hadn’t worn my best set of bra and panties.

Jenna put her clothes on the dressing table, grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around. With the skill of a professional dresser, she unsnapped my bra and pulled my panties to the floor in a series of lightning quick motions. The room temperature air felt chilly on my exposed skin. Goosebumps pricked up all over.

“Okay, try these,” Jenna said, offering me a stack of nighties.

I tried on a few long, silky dresses and then an expensive set of French lingerie — flesh-colored bra, knickers and see through, front-open camisole. Very sheer, very erotic.

“This is too revealing,” I thought to myself.

“Why don’t you give me something else?” I asked.

“Love, you’ve reached your limit. This looks fantastic on your perky little body, trust me.”

I searched for one last line of excuses.

“But, I don’t usually wear a bra at night,” I argued weakly.

“Okay, so don’t wear the bra. Just wear the knickers with the camisole. That will look perfect on you.”

Jenna’s expression told me she wouldn’t accept “no” for an answer.

“Why so shy? There is no one here except you and me, remember?”

“Okay,” I submitted.

Jenna turned me again and removed my bra.

“There, perfect,” she declared.

Once I was dressed, Jenna stripped off her day clothes. In an instant, they ended up in a pile on the floor. I watched her graceful body move around the room as she searched for something to wear. She had large, firm breasts and pretty pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and skin smooth with just a hint of light blond fuzz, leading downward to her blond and sparsely haired pubic mound. The sight of her flawless body gave me a twinge of conditioned response — a tingle of memory of her home movie showing her having intercourse with Dave over and over again.

After a picking a few alternatives, Jenna finally selected a sexy, sky blue silk robe, full-length and totally transparent, with nothing to wear underneath.

We moved to the bedroom, and Jenna went for the wine.

“Dang, almost out,” she murmured. “Let me grab another, even better bottle. I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared through the bedroom door and headed down the hallway toward the kitchen. I scanned the room to fill in all my memories, then hopped up on the bed and waited for her to return. There was a wooden wall unit on the wall facing the bed. There was a TV and on the top shelf, a video camera mounted on a folded tripod.

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Chez le Marquis

Young Maude arrived at the Marquis’ Parisian mansion with her parents. The magnificent building appeased the demoiselle, who had been facing a measure of dread about this voyage. The marquis’ disturbingly handsome demeanor soon added yet another layer that dread.

“Good morning, mister Viscount. And you are absolutely ravishing, madam, just like this young lady,” said the Marquis, settling a pleased smile on Maude. “Did you have a pleasant journey?”

“Yes, the journey was nice. The temperature was pleasant and the magnificent countryside was with us every step of the way,” answered the Viscount.

“Your home is splendid, dear Marquis,” followed the Viscountess.

“I’m very pleased you have had a good trip. Come, come. My help will take care of your belongings.”

“We won’t be staying long Marquis. We are leaving you our daughter, as we would like her so much to get to know Paris. It isn’t by remaining in the countryside that she will get to know the city.”

“I will take good care of your darling daughter. My servants have already prepared the most gorgeous room in the manor. I will organize little soirées with some friends in order to give her some diversion. The art of conversation in a very important thing to Parisians.”

“Everything is in order then, Marquis. We leave her in your trust.”

The Viscount took the Marquis aside.

“Please give me some news. You see, I would like her to find a reasonably wealthy husband,” whispered the Viscount in the Marquis’ ear

“I will give you news, you can count on me.”

“Be very careful, I don’t want some rapscallion to paw her before vows are said. This child is so pure,” said the Viscount in a hushed voice.

“I will do as you indicate.”

Turning to the Viscountess, the Marquis wished them a good trip back.

“Thank you, and we are counting on you Marquis.” said the Viscountess. Then she turned to her daughter. “Take care of yourself, my child, be polite and do as the Marquis says.”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Until next time.”

The Viscount and his wife kissed both their daughter and the Marquis as was customary and left the manor. The young girl was alone in the hall before her host. Maude was a radiant beauty. The Marquis looked at her attentively, which immediately made her cheeks blush a warm shade of pink. Her hair had a slight curl to and went all the down her back to stop at her buttocks. Her slightly naïve look made her visage perfect. A touch of shyness and of willfulness mingled in the blue spheres of her eyes. Her body was soft and delicate. While he was peering at this soft angel, however, the Marquis knew that a beautiful woman he had met a few days ago awaited his return in bed. The Marquis had everything to please a women. He had a noble countenance. His eyes were vibrant with life and his face brilliantly designed. His mouth was inviting and the few wayward facial hairs that ornamented his chin gave him a slightly marginal look that had its desired effect on Maude. He was tall and his shoulders broad, even more accentuated with the cut of his clothing. He showed the sweet young lady to her room, and soon regained his.

The redhead was still there lying on the bed, her breasts bare.

“My handsome Marquis, whatever were you doing?”

“A friend, a Viscount from the countryside, came to bestow his daughter upon me. He would like to find her a Parisian husband. She is a very seductive child. She positively glows with virginity. Here, come to me, desire has made my member grow from the instant she came in and it is still as just as large in its confines.”

“You make me jealous, beautiful lover. So must I take this appendage, though it has arisen for another.”

“You are just as marvelous a creature, Casandra. Worry not, you make me arise as well.”

The marquis didn’t have to wait long for Casandra to take him into her mouth. She had magnificent lips: fleshy, full and extremely soft. She wielded her tongue with extraordinary dexterity, bringing forth pleasure from the man at every spot on his penis simultaneously. The precision of her lips and tongue gave the woman immense satisfaction. She loved fellatio. Her vagina sparked under the Marquis’ newly placed fingertips. He was a master craftsman when it came to caressing the clitoris. She came on his hand as she felt his sperm course into her mouth and spill onto her nude breasts. The marquis had his hand on a absolutely exciting wet caress, so rarely had he been with a woman with such intense orgasms.

They ate a bit later. The Marquis fetched Maude in her room. She followed him and was quite surprised at the sight of Casandra.

“Greetings Madam, are you the Marquise?”

“No, no young lady. I am a friend of the Marquis. I’m spending a few days in Paris.”

“Come, come, young women, your meals are already waiting,” announced the Marquis, winking at Casandra.

They fed together, the three of them. Maude remained quiet. She was troubled by the effect the Marquis was having on her. Of course, she had met antalya escort handsome men, but he possessed a charisma that they did not. The Marquis played at conversation. With eloquence, he spoke of life’s many things. Maude became both shocked and jealous when she noticed that Casandra seemed to caress the Marquis under the table while they supped without the slightest hint of shame. She placed her hand between his legs near his penis. Casandra had noticed Maude’s fuming and to provoke her she redoubled her caresses. Her efforts didn’t seem to trouble the Marquis, who continued conversing as if he didn’t notice what was happening between both women.

The Marquis led Maude back to her room. Along the way, the marquis was sometimes so close that she could feel his clothes rubbing against hers. In front of her room he planted a kiss on both her cheeks. She felt a soft latent pleasure resting between her thighs, though it only mingled with her fear.

Maude went to bed early, but sleep was late to come. She heard some noise from the hallway. She got up to see its source and saw the Marquis holding half nude Casandra as they entered a nearby room. She had much trouble sleeping. She was imaging the goings on in the room a few doors down. Once, she had surprised her brother in the stable with a young lady. They were rolling around in the hay, naked, and she remembered having seen her brother suckling on the girl’s breasts. She was crying out in pleasure while caressing the bulge in the boy’s pants. Her brother had pulled out his well-hardened member to slip it inside the girl who hollered with pleasure. Maude had run away quickly for fear of being discovered, but now these images haunted her dreams. During her first night at the manor, she imagined the Marquis mounting her like her brother had that girl. She saw herself orgasm under the man’s cock.

She awakened in the middle of the night The tips of her breasts were hard and she felt a pleasant yet disturbing feeling between her legs. For the first time in her life, she stroked her breasts and, with her other hand she made circles on the small nub of flesh where her secret lips met. She had never felt anything like this and she imagined that it was the Marquis bringing her these pleasurable caresses. She suddenly felt very wrong about what she was doing. Maude stopped and went back to sleep.

The next day while exiting her room, Maude was shoved aside by a young man running down the hallway. He turned quickly. He was petrified by the beauty of the person he had bumped into. She stared at the boy’s magnificent sweaty body.

“Sorry, m, mademoiselle ,” he stammered “Are you alright?!”

“I’m fine, Sir, all is well.”

“Are you the master’s new guest?”

“Yes, and you are?”

“I am the master’s gardener. If you need anything.”

“No that’s fine… I don’t have a garden in my room.”

“Glad to have met you.”

The two young people were red-faced with bashfulness. The gardener quickly ran away and Maude saw the Marquis watching them from the end of the hall. He walked forward to meet her.

“Nice looking young man that gardener. I ,for one, no longer have that youthful glow.” “You’re not that bad either,” she surprised herself saying.

As true as what she said was, she still bitterly regretted her last words. Of course the Marquis was a bit older, around thirty or thirty-five at most. Meanwhile the gardener was eighteen if that, but still a very good-looking young man. She didn’t speak a word all the way to the dining room.

“Do you wish to go into Paris today?”

“Oh yes, of course Sir.”

“You could go to the museum. One of my domestics can accompany you.”

“If you so desire, Sir.”

“That’s good. Isabelle will accompany you.”

After the meal, Isabelle and Maude went out to the museum. The gardener was working outside. His eyes never left Maude, who was walking in a long, attractive dress that espoused her curves and accentuated her body and long hair. She watched him as well, that tightly-muscled young man. But she continued on her way.

Isabelle was pleasant enough company. She was a beautiful woman as well. Her skin was of a deeper tone. Her brown hair fell gracefully to her bare shoulders. She wore a pretty dress that lifted her fairly abundant bust and drew sharply on her marvelously thin waist. She spoke much and seemed to like her master very much. This last point annoyed Maude a little, but the woman was so much more agreeable than Casandra. Together, they looked at the paintings and sculptures. Maude was amazed by the sheer number of beautiful masterpieces there were. After the museum they took a short breather in a small café that often hosted a literary circle. They heard some inklings of the conversation.

“The Marquis published a new novel.”

“The king is keeping his eyes open, he is becoming upsetting.”

“I heard it speaks of orgies and masturbation.”

“Oh!”

She couldn’t make out the rest, but Maude was already asking herself a lot of questions. That night at dinner, she asked him what he did with his days.

“I write much and I go out to town to meet lara escort with friends. Why do you ask?”

“Women in the city spoke of your novels.”

“What did they think of them?”

“They said that they were pious verses.” He softly mocked him.

“Right! That’s what I thought,” He answered her sarcasm. “Would you like a read?” he challenged.

“Certainly not.”

“Your father raised a good girl I see.”

“Of course. And I have no wish to understand your perversions.”

“Is that right?”

The Marquis looked at her with an irresistible smile. The young woman went up to her room her plate half eaten.

Maude grabbed a book and went to the garden, where she laid in the grass to read. The gardener was in the woods a few meters away. She had not seen him.

He softly masturbated himself while looking at the natural beauty that lay down before him. Her long dress hiked up slightly letting him see her beautiful legs. Her dress molding her magnificent perfectly-sized breasts. He imagined himself slipping inside her quickly and feeling her coming in his arms. He had never touched a woman. He had seen a woman in the nude that some of his friends had paid to dance before them, but never had he actually touched one. Not even a kiss; he had always been too coy. He always satisfied himself by watching. The Marquis invited the most beautiful girls in Paris to his manor, so it was a good place to be. This Maude was different. Usually the guests of the Marquis were bold girls that came here to be debauched. In this case, with Maude, she seemed as shy as he was. She truly attracted him. His orgasm was very good.

Maude went to bed when the sun began to set. She met the Marquis in the hallway.

“I will be receiving some friends tomorrow. Will you be joining us?”

“Yes, of course, Sir.”

“Very good.”

The Marquis made his way to the gardener’s room .

“She pleases you, the young Maude?”

“She is very beautiful monsieur Marquis.”

“I saw you in the woods earlier today. Too much masturbation kills a man. Go for it.”

The gardener was truly embarrassed. He didn’t dare speak about such things with the Marquis. He knew that the Marquis wrote erotic novels. He had even read one, but he still didn’t dare to discuss it. The Marquis felt his uneasiness, smiled at him, and left the room. The gardener dreamt of Maude. He saw Maude naked exiting her room to join him in his. He would hold her against him, against his hard member. He caressed her breasts, then penetrated her. But he could only dream about it; never would he ask a well bred woman of noble blood to join him.

Meanwhile, in her bed, Maude dreamt of the Marquis. She masturbated for a second time, but did not hold herself back as she had. She stroked her breasts and her vagina, at first hesitantly, then more forcefully with intensity and joy.

The next day, everyone prepared for the soirée that would be underway that evening.

The help busied themselves with cleaning and food while the Marquis wrote in the garden. Maude had to run some errands in the city and was accompanied by Isabelle.

“What do you think of the Marquis?” asked Isabelle.

“He is a nice enough man.”

“I that all? You know, the Marquis is an excellent lover.”

Maude reddened.

“Don’t speak of that.”

“The elegant little well-groomed noble has no desires, I imagine. Why do you come to our home if not to discover your sexuality?”

“Father and mother sent me to discover Paris”

“They are both unfortunate naïves.”

“Don’t speak of my parent like that, ill-mannered servant!”

The soiree given by the marquis revealed itself to be very interesting. There were numerous cultivated nobles of good taste. Literature, politics and religion were discussed. The evening went rather well. After the majority of the guests had left, Maude went to bed. She got up a while later after realizing that she had forgotten her gloves downstairs. She crept down the stairs so as to not awaken anyone.

In the study she saw the Marquis in the nude with three women. There was Isabelle, Casandra and a Baroness who was present during the evening. The Baroness was a young woman, rather tall and very pretty. She had charming little breasts that looked as if they would be pleasant to the touch. She had blond hair like Maude. The Marquis lay down on the carpet while Isabelle feasted on his sex. He ordered the two other to dance for him. They pressed themselves one up against the other. Their hips swayed sinuously in unison. Casandra descended along the Baroness’ body, covering her with kisses while the Baroness caressed her partner’s breasts. The Marquis stared at them attentively while Isabelle swirled her tongue around the length of his erect penis.

“Lick each other!” he ordered.

The two women kissed each other languorously while pressing their taut bodies one against the other. Cassandra finally sucked on the Baroness’ breasts. Meanwhile, the baroness caressed the redhead’s loins.

“That’s good, come to me now.”

The women curled close to the Marquis. Isabelle and the muratpaşa escort Baroness shared his penis while Casandra, who sat on his chest, kissed him. Since the women had changed positions Maude could now see the young gardener on the other side of the room, pleasuring himself. Maude was excited by seeing him like this, she felt like emulating the women atop the Marquis and jumping on his penis. But this situation was very embarrassing to her. She put her hand under her skirt to caress herself a bit. This pleased the gardener, who had noticed he wasn’t looking the only voyeur in the room. The four lovers on the carpet rolled around as one. The Marquis was in absolute bliss. The girls rubbed up against him with their hard breasts and wet vaginas. They cried out with joy. He penetrated the one after the other, while the other two women caressed the one mounting the burning shaft. Maude continued to masturbate herself in silence, while once in a while eyeing the gardener. The Marquis and the women cried out very loudly after he ejaculated his sperm all over their naked bodies. They exited the room to go to sleep on the second floor.

Without really knowing where he had found this courage, the gardener rushed Maude. He violently laid her on the ground and placed his bloated penis on her vagina and his hands on her breasts. Maude felt an immense pleasure when she felt the warm member against her. However, the boy’s brutality disgusted her. She pushed him away and quickly regained her sleeping quarters.

Alone in her room, Maude realized she truly had yearned for that penis. It was the missing piece to her aching puzzle. When she had her hand in between her legs she could pleasure herself, but when she had felt the boy’s cock she knew that it would have given her a superior kind of pleasure. She went to bed, jealous of the girls who were with the Marquis. She wasn’t bisexual but still the spectacle had been very exiting by its pure evocation of carnal pleasure. Besides, the Marquis was so handsome and in such complete control on the situation. It was this kind of domination that excited Maude. When she was with him she felt like a little girl and saw in him a master. With the gardener it was different, she believed herself his equal and they were both so naïve and yet eager to learn. That was what excited her about him. The gardener didn’t know how to face a woman in the same way she didn’t how to face a boy.

The gardener went to bed alone. He regretted his rash actions. But this girl was so beautiful and she was masturbating too! He hungered for her in the extreme. That brief contact with her breasts had forever awakened his needs. He now knew how much joy he could feel from it. The gardener was jealous of how the Marquis was so skilled with women. Three at a time even.

The next morning, Maude found a little book on her nightstand. Certainly, it was a book written by the Marquis himself. This is when she found the pleasure to be had from reading erotic literature. Even the descriptions of the women made her damp. Every sexual passage she read evoked erotic sensations on her body. She read the book while rubbing a cushion between her legs. She need the courage to go speak to the Marquis.

She went to his room. She knocked softly.

“Yes, Come in.”

“Sir, Marquis, are you the one who left this book with me?”

“Yes. Did you like it?”

“Yes, quite.”

The Marquis was sitting in front of his desk, where he was writing. He wore a pair of pants and nothing else. His bare torso was very exciting to Maude, his strong build attracted her. She neared him.

“Did you read all of it?”

“Yes”

“You were not shocked?”

“Yes, very much so.”

“Why did you like it?”

“Because I want to try too.”

The Marquis had a shimmer of pleasure in his eyes. He approached her.

“So you will do as I ask?”

“Yes.”

“Touch it.”

She put her hand up against the penis over the pants. It was very hard. She rubbed it a bit.

“Close your eyes!”

She shut them and the Marquis slid his hand up into the folds of her skirt to caress her clitoris. He put his lips gently on her neck. Then he touched her breasts. She could no longer take it. She was horribly embarrassed. She left the bedchamber quickly running to hers. She stayed in her room all day. She though of all that she had learned here in the manor.

Later, in the evening, it was the Marquis who knocked at her door.

“Come in.”

“Good evening, Miss.”

“Good evening, Marquis.”

“You were not quite ready. Take your time.”

“No, I’m ready.”

“Really? I doubt that.”

“Put me to the test then.”

“That’s all I was waiting for. So tonight, at midnight, it my room.”

“Why not now?”

“To give you a chance to back out.”

Maude remained alone in her room. Everything had been going so fast in the past few days. She wasn’t really that much of a believer in religion but she put on a show of piety for her parents. But she really was serious about being chaste for her marriage. Now she was confronted with sexuality in a fairly brutal manner. She was very proud and did not want to lose face before the Marquis. Therefore, she had to go through with it. She didn’t know what to do meanwhile. She paced in her room. Would she be up to the task? Could she orgasm like those women last night? Many questions came to her. The twelve strokes of midnight rang at last.

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Monday was a tense and apprehensive time for Sarah Stevens. The young, buxom teacher had told herself over and over that she had to be more professional with her students, but time after time, she seemed to wind up having sex with them. Sarah loved sex.

Sarah had been a slut all through high school and college, barely graduating from both institutions. She saw nothing wrong with being a slut, but did feel that she should maintain the proper teacher-student relationship. However, having long blond hair, a pretty face, rich lips, and a killer body with 36DD sized breasts, had most, if not all, the male students lusting for her, which did not help matters at all.

Sarah’s current dilemma came about when Coach Hicks injured his back again. Sarah, as the only other physical education teacher, had to take his place as the football coach just before Westville High was to play in the Regional Championship. She provided the team an incentive to prevail over the other team.

Principal Schwartz had made a rash and impulsive bet with Principal Hopper, the principal of the other high school. The bet was that the principal of the losing team would become the sex slave to the other for twenty-four hours. Schwartz told her team that Sarah would have sex with all of them if they won. They did and Sarah fucked each member of the team after the game. Schwartz, having won her bet, was so repulsed by the chauvinistic, arrogant Hopper that she was going to cancel the bet. Nurse Cindy Brown, Sarah’s best friend, came up with a solution. She and Sarah sucked and fucked the brains out of six male students for over eight hours in the school auditorium while Principal Hopper was forced to watch, He was handcuffed naked to a chair in such a way that he could not move. The man was literally crying at the end from the pain of his blue balls.

Sarah knew that Principal Schwartz did not like her and tried to get her fired by filming her having sex with a student. Fortunately, Sarah managed to turn the tables on Schwartz and got Schwartz on film also. After that, the two of them had settled into an uneasy truce. Sarah liked her job and did not want to jeopardize it.

Sarah had finished her morning classes and headed down to the infirmary to see her friend. Cindy had given Sarah assurances that Principal Schwartz would not care about what happened in the auditorium, but Sarah had her doubts. She walked into the infirmary to see Cindy helping a young man into the back examination room.

“Oh, Sarah, great!” said Cindy happily. “You’re just in time to help. John took a tumble while playing soccer. Can you help me get him onto an examination table?”

“Of course,” said Sarah, moving forward to get on the other side of the student, who was favoring his right leg.

John was in heaven despite his pain. He was being helped by two extremely sexy women and he could feel their large tits pressing into his sides as they helped him towards the exam table. Nurse Brown had the top three buttons of her white uniform undone and John swore he could look down her huge cleavage all the way to her belly button. His cock was beginning to stiffen up as he sat down on the table.

“Lie back on the table,” ordered Cindy. She turned to Sarah and said, “If you take off his left shoe, I’ll get his right one.”

“I don’t think I’m supposed to be here during an examination,” stated Sarah.

“Don’t be silly,” scoffed Cindy. “If you help me, we’ll be done in half the time and get to lunch that much sooner.”

“Well, okay,” said Sarah hesitantly.

Sarah eased off John’s left shoe and sock as Cindy gingerly took off the right one. John gasped in pain as Cindy removed the sock off his foot. Cindy then examined his ankle while John gritted his teeth.

“I think you just sprained it,” stated Cindy as she pulled an Ace bandage out of a drawer. She began wrapping John’s ankle before saying to Sarah, “Can you please help John get his shirt off?”

“I suppose so,” said Sarah, unsure of why John needed his shirt off.

Sarah helped John to sit up while Cindy finished wrapping his ankle. Sarah grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. As Sarah lifted her arms, John got a good eyeful of her bounteous boobs, which were held in place by her sports bra. John’s cock needed no other encouragement and hardened up to its full length. John was happy that it was up against his stomach and saving him the embarrassment of tenting out his athletic shorts. With his shirt off, John laid back down.

“Okay,” said Cindy, moving to the side of the table opposite Sarah. “Let’s get his shorts off.”

“Cindy, I don’t think…” Sarah started to protest.

“John took a bad fall,” interrupted Cindy. “I need to check him out thoroughly for other injuries. It’s the sensible thing to do.”

“Oh, okay,” said Sarah.

“John, lift your hips,” ordered Cindy as she gripped the waistband of his shorts.

“I…um…” stammered John. embarrassed that these gorgeous women would laugh when they saw his hard-on.

“Hush! Lift your hips!” ordered Cindy. “Sarah, give kaş escort me a hand.” Together, the two women pulled down John’s shorts and jock strap. John’s prick sprang free and snapped back against his stomach with a loud slap. Neither woman looked at it.

“What did you come to see me about?” Cindy asked Sarah as she began her examination, starting with John’s right foot.

“Well, I don’t think we can talk about it here,” stated Sarah as Cindy’s fingers slid and caressed up John’s calf. His cock twitched up and down in response.

“Nonsense,” scoffed Cindy as her hands traveled up John’s thigh causing him to gasp. “We’re in a professional setting. John knows better than to say anything…it’s privileged.”

“Right…uh..sure,” gasped John as Cindy’s hands stopped on his mid-thigh. “…Uh…nurse-patient privilege, right?”

“Exactly,” said Cindy as she moved her hands down to his left foot and started to examine his other leg.

“Well, I guess this is a privileged conversation,” said Sarah. “Cindy, I need to keep a more professional relationship with my students.”

“Didn’t you enjoy Saturday night?”

“Immensely,” admitted Sarah, “but we could’ve been caught.”

“It was for the good of the school,” said Cindy as her fingers caressed John’s thigh. John was panting slightly through his mouth and trying not to distract the two women. “Damn, I can’t see. Sarah, grab a hold of his penis and point it straight up.”

Without thinking about it, Sarah grasped John’s cock with one hand. John inhaled sharply as her soft fingers encircled his shaft and pointed it towards the ceiling.

“Princ…the guy that was going to welsh on the bet and disrespect our school,” argued Cindy as her hands slid up and down John’s thigh. “We couldn’t let him get away with that.”

“I remember you saying that,” said Sarah. Her hand involuntarily began to pump up and down on John’s hard cock. “I guess we did have to uphold the reputation of our school.”

“That is correct,” said Cindy. “Oh, you need to use both hands.”

Sarah released John’s cock and he groaned in disappointment. She then took a two-fisted grip on his throbbing meat and started to pump both hands up and down.

“I’m sure Principal Schwartz would approve if she had seen us,” added Cindy. One of her hands slithered up to cup John’s testicles. John was breathing heavily, trying desperately from cumming too soon. “You have the State Championship game this Saturday. Are you going to use the same incentive to motivate the team?”

“Cindy, I told you I need to have a more professional attitude with my students,” said Sarah as her hands jacked up and down on John’s hard, hot shaft. John was trembling as the sexual tension in his balls was approaching the breaking point. “Besides, that was Principal Schwartz who came up with it. I was shocked that she did it. You were also a part of her bet.”

“Boy, was I!” exclaimed Cindy, remembering back to the Regional’s where she sucked and fucked the entire opposing football team at halftime to drain their strength. Her fingers gently kneaded John’s balls, causing him to groan in delight. “It may just be the incentive our team needs to win State.”

“AUGH!!!” cried out John as his balls tightened and his cock pulsated in Sarah’s hands.

Cindy was fast enough to scoop up a plastic cup just as John started spurting out rope after rope of white creamy cum. She caught most of his thick baby batter in the cup, but some splattered onto Sarah’s fingers. John continued to shake as he continued to pump out wad after wad of his jism into the cup.

“Oh, thank goodness,” said Cindy with a satisfied sigh. “There is no damage to his genitalia. Let’s go to lunch.”

Sarah washed the few splatters of sperm off her hands. John could only lay on the table gasping for breath from the throes of his climax. Cindy activated a cold pack and placed it on John’s bandaged ankle. She than wetted down a washcloth with warm water and handed to John.

“Keep the cold pack on your ankle,” Cindy told him. “I’ll have the secretary call your parents about your sprain and find out what they would like to do. If your parents haven’t come for you when I get back, I’ll do another checkup after lunch.”

John’s eyes lit up in anticipation and he said, ” Just tell them it’s a minor sprain. My mom can come get me in a couple of hours. You know…to let the swelling go down.”

“It’s always good to get the swelling down,” stated Cindy. “Sometimes, it takes an hour or two.”

Sarah and Cindy headed out of the infirmary and started walking towards the cafeteria.

“Do you think Principal Schwartz will use us again to win the State Championship?” asked Cindy.

“I don’t know,” stated Sarah as they continued to walk. “She’s still the same…uptight, stern, and with a strong dislike for the two of us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was tricked into making that bet and was forced to come to us for help.”

“Huh?” asked Cindy, confused.

“You know what I mean,” said Sarah. “I’m hoping she won’t do it again. gündoğmuş escort You remember what I said about keeping my teacher-student boundaries?”

“Of course, I remember. You know, I feel like having a salad. I’ve got some sauce here I’m dying to taste,” stated Cindy, holding up the plastic cup.

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At the same time that Sarah and Cindy were administering aid to John, Principal Schwartz was meeting with an unexpected visitor. Schwartz was dressed in her severe gray business suit with her hair pulled back tightly into a bun. Her black horn-rimmed glasses gave her a stern, unfeminine look. Nothing she did, however, could disguise the size of her two large breasts or the hourglass shape of her body. Her visitor was well aware of her figure and also of her uncompromising principles.

“Principal Eversol, it is a pleasure to meet you,” greeted Schwartz, shaking his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” said Eversol in a cultured voice. “I must apologize for arriving here unannounced. I was in the neighborhood and, since our respective teams are meeting on the football field of battle for the title of State Champion, I thought it might be nice to meet my opposite number.”

“Am I who you thought I would be?” asked Schwartz.

“Ada Schwartz, magna cum laude from George Washington University, majored in teaching, minored in dance, completed your masters, a competent teacher, extremely capable administrator, and known as a disciplinarian. As for your personal life…” Eversol stopped and smiled. “That, my dear lady, is none of my business.”

“Which means he knows about my philandering ex and the very messy divorce we had,” thought Schwartz. She then said aloud, “Doctor Peter Eversol, summa cum laude from Harvard, majored in teaching and business administration, captain of the University football team for three years, PhD. in English Lit., author of four books…I particularly liked the one on Chaucer…a well-liked principal who is known to watch out for his people. I’m afraid I’m not privy to your personal life.”

Eversol laughed and said, “That means you know I’m twice divorced and have a roving eye.”

“I wouldn’t know,” stated Schwartz.

“Of course,” said Eversol nonplussed. “I am still delighted to meet you. I wanted to wish you, Coach Hicks, and your team the best of luck this Saturday.”

“I’m afraid Coach Hicks injured his back and will not be at the game on Saturday.”

“I had heard he was not able to coach the team at the Regional’s,” stated Eversol. “Nothing serious, I hope?”

“No, he just manages to throw his back out every now and then,” replied Schwartz. “Unfortunately, it lays him up for several weeks.”

“I am sorry to hear that,” said Eversol and Schwartz believed that he actually meant it. “I understand another teacher led the team during that game. Will she also lead the team this Saturday?”

“You seemed well informed.”

“I try to be,” said Eversol seriously. “Melvin Hopper and I have met several times when our teams have played against one another. I hope you don’t mind my saying that I really don’t care for the man. Anything that has happened to him, he deserves. I guess I am really here to ensure that, between the two of us, we have a safe and fair game on Saturday. Don’t you agree?”

Schwartz could feel her neck turning red in embarrassment. She was sure that Eversol had a good idea of what she did to win the Regional game and also, maybe, about her bet with Hopper. Schwartz damped down her embarrassment and shored up her resolve.

“Nothing would please me more,” she said. “Feelings will be running high. We both need to make sure that your people and my people stay on their respective side of the playing field.”

“Excellent!” exclaimed Eversol. “I was sure we would be on the same sheet of music concerning the game. Is it possible to meet your temporary coach…Miss…?

“Sarah Stevens,” supplied Schwartz, standing up and escorting Eversol to the door. “She is the woman’s physical education teacher, She should be at lunch and we may be able to catch her at the teacher’s dining room.”

“I’ve never played against a female coach before,” stated Eversol as they walked together down the hallway towards the cafeteria. “It will be interesting to see how she directs the team. Is she good at football?”

Schwartz almost broke out laughing and only maintained her composure by sheer will. She did chuckle as she said, “You’ll have to wait till Saturday to find out.”

“My apologies,” said Eversol sincerely. “Miss Stevens is now an unknown quality. You’ll forgive me if I am a little curious about her.”

“Well, just don’t expect me to divulge any information,” stated Schwartz as they entered the teacher’s dining room. “There she is…over there.”

“Schwartz!” hissed Sarah to Cindy, who immediately buttoned up the top three buttons of her nurse’s uniform.

“Miss Stevens…Nurse Brown, I would like you to meet Principal Eversol,” said Schwartz. “He is the principal of Friendship High, ibradi escort the Wolverines.”

Oh…OH!” gasped Sarah as she stood up to greet the tall, fit man standing next to Principal Schwartz. “Good afternoon. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The honor is all mine,” said Eversol, looking first at Sarah and then at Cindy. “I understand that you are taking over for the injured Coach Hicks. I would like to extend my congratulations on your win at the Regional’s and offer you the best of luck for this Saturday.”

“Thank you and the same to you,” said Sarah nervously.

“I’m sorry to have interrupted your lunch,” he said. “The chef salad looks delicious.”

“Would you like to try some?” offered Cindy, which elicited a gasp from Sarah. “…Principal Schwartz?”

“Thank you, but no,” refused Eversol. as Schwartz took a small forkful and put it in her mouth. “I am meeting with friends for lunch and I am afraid that now I have to say goodbye to you ladies.”

Schwartz had been watching Eversol the entire time. She knew that when he had looked at Nurse Brown he had stripped her down to her bare skin with his eyes in a flash. The look he had given Miss Stevens had nothing at all to do with sex and lust. It was a stark appraisal of the type of person she was. Schwartz could have sworn that she had detected a hint of worry behind his urbane demeanor. She chew and swallowed the bite of salad she had taken.

“I’ll be glad to escort you to your car,” offered Schwartz, looking at Eversol. She turned to face Sarah and Cindy. “Principal Eversol and I have agreed that, in regards to Saturday’s game, we need to ensure that no hi-jinks occur. We both want a fair and safe game. Sarah, I know you’ve been a little overworked with a new coaching duties. I’m having Ms. Porter take over for the girl’s cheerleading and volleyball practice until after the game.”

“Principal Schwartz, she’s a math teacher,” protested Sarah.

“Ms. Porter is a capable teacher,” countered Schwartz. “She can fill in for week.”

Having said that, Schwartz and Eversol left the cafeteria and headed out to the parking lot. Eversol unlocked his car and said, ” I’m glad we had this talk. I think we are going to have an exciting game on Saturday.”

“I believe we will,” agreed Schwartz. She then held her hand over her mouth as she gave a little burp. “Excuse me.”

“The salad was not to your liking?” asked Eversol.

“The salad was delicious, but the sauce was a little salty.”

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As Eversol drove away, he opened his cellphone and punched a button on his speed dial.

“Mike Calricci,” greeted a voice through the earpiece.

“Hello, Coach. It’s Peter,” said Eversol. “I’m on my way back. We may have a problem.”

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Natalie Porter was the newest faculty member at Westville high. A 21 year years old, she knew she was lucky to secure a teaching position even though she had a 4.0 GPA all through college. It was her lack of social skills said troubled her the most, along with her lack of fashion sense. She always wore big baggy clothing, with colors that invariably clashed. Her waist length black hair was always put up into a bun and her dark brown eyes were hidden by her black hornrim glasses.

In high school and college, Natalie knew she was a geek and a free spirit. She would never be a cool or popular girl and, therefore, was not a threat to anyone. She never felt the need to socialize beyond what was required to maintain her GPA. Of course, she never turned down anyone seeking her help with schoolwork.

What Natalie could not understand is why she of all people should be standing out in a practice field with a dozen cheerleaders staring at her. Principal Schwartz had told her it was only for a week to free up Miss Stevens to work with the football team. The problem was that Natalie had no clue about cheerleading.

“Hi, girls,” said Natalie. “Principal Schwartz sent me to replace Miss Stevens for this week.”

“Oh, okay, Miss. Porter,” said Amanda, the cheerleading team captain, in understanding. “You’re our substitute coach, right?”

“I guess,” stated Natalie. “I don’t know what I can do for you, though.”

“No offense, Miss Porter, but our routines are already choreographed,” stated Amanda. “Regulations require us to have a coach at all activities and it has to be a teacher. If it’s all right with you, I can handle the practice.”

“I understand, Amanda,” said Natalie. “If it’s all right with you, I’ll stay over at the bleachers. I have some work that I need to catch up on.”

“That would be fine, Miss Porter,” said Amanda.

Natalie headed over to the bleachers, while the cheerleaders started their routines. She watched the girls for a little while before opening up her book bag to grade some math papers that she brought with her. The practice went by quickly, and, afterwards, the girls headed off to the locker room. Natalie started put her papers away when a gust of wind came by and blew one of her papers up to the top of the bleachers. Natalie scurried after it and managed to snag it just before it blew off into the fields. Coming back down, she put the errant paper into her bag and started to walk around behind the bleachers.

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Chapter 10 – REVELATIONS

The alarm sounded and unlike the previous morning, Mae was still in bed next to me. I said the only thing I could say, “I want to taste you.”

With her only half awake, I went down on her. As I licked her pussy I wondered to myself how long I had actually desired her. I think it was from the first time she revealed to me who she really was. I pleasured her for only a few minutes. But, pleasure for her was pleasure for me. She said, “You’d better shower. Your appointment is due here at 9:00.”

We showered and dried together. I used her makeup to pretty my face, brushed my teeth and waited for the doorbell to ring.

He was 15 minutes early. He was married and wore a ring. He was white, attractive and seemed to be a bit nervous. Once inside he seem to calm down immediately when he saw I was naked and ready for him.

I directed him to put the money on the night stand. He put down $500; we were going to have unprotected sex, but no anal. I gave him a blowjob and he went straight to work. He felt really nice and it was a great way to start my morning; since my earliiest days having sex, I’ve always liked starting my day with sex. Our appointment was over within 30 minutes. He got what he came for and he had paid me for my services.

I walked him to the door and he asked if it would be ok if he saw me every couple of weeks. I told him that would be perfect. I told him next time it would probably be somewhere else. I hadn’t given it much thought as to where, I just knew that I could not use Mae’s house forever.

I closed the door behind me. Mae came out and said, “Are you going to shower?” I told her there was no need. I didn’t plan on seeing anyone else the rest of the day. She said, “Don’t deprive yourself of the shower after a session. You should get into a habit of showering after every visit. Go shower.”

I went to the shower and cleansed myself inside and out. It actually felt good and afterwards I was glad to heed her advice. I grabbed the robe she had given me before and put it on. I went out to the kitchen and, like me, Mae was wearing a robe too. She made me some breakfast tea.

I checked my phone. “Holy shit! I have 20 missed calls!”

There were a lot of messages to go with them. I listened to them one by one. All of the messages were from more guys referred by Marcus.

As I listened to the messages, I asked Mae, “How many guys does he know?”

Mae said, “I’m guessing, not as many as you might think. I think I know what he’s done.”

She brought out her laptop and logged into a website that I never heard of. She said, “There!” I didn’t know what I was looking at. The website was sfredbook.com (now a defunct website). Pointing at the screen she said, “This is where guys chat about girls like us. And there you are.” There was a string of a posting that was titled “Hot New Young Asian Teen. The Best Fuck in the South Bay”.

She clicked on it. It was obviously from Marcus. He wrote, “I was lucky enough to be the first to fuck the sweetest Asian pussy I’ve ever had. Vanessa is 19, a totally hot face and a tight body. I’d rate her a 10 if she had bigger tits, so will have to give her a 9.9. This girl can take it like a champ. Not only can she take it, but she loves it. And to my Brothas, she loves black cock. She is without a doubt the freshest out there. Inbox me for contact info.”

I read it and said, “Are you sure he’s talking about me?”

She smiled and said, “I know it’s him. He’s reviewed me before and that’s his screen name. He’s definitely talking about you.”

She clicked on a “Pic” icon and it left no doubt. There were three pics. One was what Mae had sent him that night with a dildo in my pussy. But the other two I knew nothing about. One was me lying elmalı escort on top of him doing 69 and the other was him on top fucking me. Both were higher quality images than the first.

More than surprised, I looked at Mae and she said, “I sent him a souvenir.”

“You took pictures of us?”

She said, “I took pictures of you with all your guests. Be honest, you wanted me to see and hear everything. If you hadn’t, you would have never left the door open.”

“But, I didn’t know you would take pictures.”

She said, “Is it really that bad? I mean look.”

She clicked on the rest of the blog. There were nearly 20 comments. All, but one, were favorable comments. The one that was negative was because it was obvious he did not like Asian women.

I started reading through them. Most of them read something along the lines of ‘great find’ or ‘send me her contact info’. But there were three others that were more significant. All three of those read something like, “This is a 100% accurate review… I just met her and not only is she a sweetheart but she craves cock… Definitely a keeper and will be my number one provider.”

After I read through them all, I looked at Mae and she said, “Its official. You’ve been reviewed and I’d say the consensus is you have a million dollar pussy. I think I’m going to buy stock in Trojan, because I think you’re going to keep them in business a long time.”

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. I went back to reading through the screen again. As I did, two more responses popped up. Both asking for my contact info.

She said, “You can handle this a couple of ways. Just leave it be and you’ll feel obligated to Marcus forever, which isn’t that bad. Or, you can take matters into your own hands.” Although I had no issue with giving Marcus an occasional freebie out of appreciation, I didn’t want to feel indebted either.

“How can I take control of this?”

She said, “Let me show you.” She started navigating around the site and said, “You need to create an account. Since we’re providers, we can open accounts with full access for free.”

I looked at her and said, “Providers?”

Although, I was pretty certain I knew the answer already. She looked back at me and said, “Prostitutes. You might as well say it out loud.”

I said, “I am a prostitute.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.

“How does it make you feel to say it?”

I said, “I think I’m getting wet.”

She laughed and went back to setting up a screen name.

She said, “Let’s do this right. Why don’t you go put on some makeup? I’ll be right back.” I walked toward the master bathroom and she went to the other end of the house. I was putting on foundation when she walked in. She had a digital camera in her hand. She said, “Take off your robe while you finish your makeup.” I untied the robe and let it drop to the floor. I went back to painting my face and she started taking pictures non-stop. She said, “You really are so pretty. Let’s go into the living room.”

She directed me to a sofa. She said, “You need to get naughty, ok?”

I asked, “How naughty?”

“Very naughty. And be certain to look at me the entire time.”

I looked at her and I lay back on the sofa. She started clicking pictures as fast as the camera would cycle. I spread my legs wide toward her. I started playing with my pussy with one hand and with the other I started squeezing my tits. Mae said, “Oh, you’re good! Wait a minute.”

She left for a moment and came back with the stack of my newly earned money. She sprinkled the bills over me like flower petals. I was covered in money. I started rubbing my pussy and drove my fingers inside. I started moaning. She said, “Spread döşemealtı escort your pussy wide.” I reached down with both hands, grabbed my pussy from both sides and opened my pussy. She got down low and clicked pictures. She said, “Look down at me and smile.” I did and she snapped more pictures. Then the camera chimed.

She looked at the camera and said the camera ran out of memory. She said, “It’s ok, we can only use three pictures anyways.”

I sat up, and felt the sofa; it was wet. I said, “Sorry about that.”

She laughed and said, “Trust me the fabric is virtually stain-proof. Otherwise it would be covered in stains.”

We went back to the laptop in the kitchen. She transferred the memory card to the laptop and she opened the file. We viewed the pictures one after the other. The pictures were very raunchy and explicit. Mae said, “Raunchy is what we need to show. You need to be seen as you are: a real hot horny Asian chick. The expression on your face tells it all: you’re a slut.” Together, we narrowed it down to three pictures.

She went back to the website and logged in with my new user name. She toggled through the various auto prompts. These were the typical profile prompts that one might see on a survey form: age, sex and status. But then there were the not-so-usual things like height, cup size and body dimensions.

But then she guided me through the remaining items: services offered. Incall, Offered; Outcall, Offered; FS (Full Service), Offered; BJ, Offered; Covered, Offered; Bare, Offered; DATY (Dining at the Y, I learned that means eating pussy), offered; Anal, Offered; Bondage, Offered; Couples, Offered; 3some, Offered; 4some, Offered; GB, Offered.

Then came the next prompt. It asked for my phone number. She asked, “Is that ok?” I told her it was.

Lastly, she attached the three pics that we had selected. The last prompt came through: ‘Complete Your Profile’. She said, “You do it”. I reached over to the laptop and clicked on the prompt. I could almost hear my heart beating in my chest when I did so.

She said, “One more thing to do.” She went back to Marcus’ blog. She clicked ‘Add a Comment’.

She wrote: “Hi guys! I’m Vanessa! Yes I am very real and, like you, I’m very horny. Check out my profile (I think you’ll appreciate my pics) or just call me” and she wrote in my cell number. This time she clicked send.

She turned to me and said, “Once you add a comment on a blog, it can’t be removed.”

I smiled and said, “Ok.”

I asked her, “Do you have a profile page?” She said she did. “Can I see it?” She clicked around and there she was. She had pictures too. But they looked like studio photos.

I asked, “Who took those?”

She said, “There are some professional photographers that will take those kinds of pictures.”

I asked, “How much does that cost.”

She said, “I’m not certain really. Some photographers are willing to trade.”

“Oh. Maybe you can get me his number.”

She smiled and said, “Her number.”

Mae said, “Why don’t we try to have a ‘normal’ day. The sun is out and I want to work on my tan. Here’s your opportunity to make those tan lines fade.”

She said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I threw your clothes into the laundry. Let’s eat and catch some sun.”

We ate a quick breakfast and went to the backyard. It was nearly noon and the sun was really warm; a perfect California day. In the daylight I had a better appreciation for the seclusion of her yard. There were a number of lounge chairs. We positioned two to be aligned with the shadows, let our robes fall to the ground and we let the sun warm our bodies.

She offered some tan lotion which I applied liberally the paler parts of my skin; türbanlı escort my bikini lines had turned to slight burns during my tanning the previous weekend. Otherwise, I already had a good tan base, but being fully exposed again had the potential to give me a true full-body tan.

At first we were pretty quiet. But then Mae started talking. She said, “I wish I was lucky enough to start off the way you are. I mean, I don’t have any regrets. But I started in a massage parlor. I loved working in the massage parlor, but when I consider all the extra cash that I missed out on. Private visits are always the most lucrative.” She wasn’t exaggerating, I learned that quickly.

I started replaying the last 24 hours in my mind. And then I thought of something she had said the night before. The night was such a blur that the incident temporarily slipped passed me.

I said, “Last night you said something. You said Terry thought I would be good at this. Why would you say that?”

She said, “Because that is what he thought. He said, had he seen you walking downtown dressed the way you were on that first time he saw you, you would have thought you were a hooker.”

I said, “But why would he say that?”

“He told me that your clothes weren’t necessarily sexy, but on you they were provocative. He described that your nipples were pronounced through your top and when the sun hit your shorts he said he could see the dark patch of your pussy. After seeing you before you were shaven, I have to think it wasn’t his imagination. And then he told me about the time it was raining. He said, ‘she might as well have been naked, I could see everything’.

I said, “I remember that day. I was sort of embarrassed afterwards because I knew my clothes had become a bit transparent from the rain. But that is no reason to think that I’m a slut.”

Mae said, “But you are a slut!” She had me there.

I reflected back on the first time I met Terry. I said, “You know. That very first time I met Terry and Karen, I thought I heard him say something to Karen as I walked away. I thought it was my imagination.”

Mae asked, “What did you think you heard?”

“I thought I heard him say something like, ‘I bet she’d be a great fuck’.

Mae said, “You probably did hear him correctly.”

I thought silently again and then I said, “Have you ever fucked him?”

She said, “Yes.”

“Did he pay you?”

She said, “Yes, but that was before I worked at the bank. I met him at the spa. But, he didn’t hire me at the bank simply because I fucked him. He hired me because Karen knew I needed some sort of real job.”

I interrupted and said, “Wait, Karen knows you fucked him?”

“Of course she knows. She can’t say too much about it though. She gives out sex all day long too. But, I think you suspected that.” I told her I did.

I said, “I guess you talk to Terry a lot.”

She said, “Not a lot. But he obviously tells me things.”

I asked, “Are you going to tell him about me?”

She asked back at me, “Do you want me to tell him?”

I said, “Yes, I mean maybe, I mean no. Oh, I just don’t know.”

She said, “Well maybe I’ll tell him, maybe I won’t.”

I said, “Ok.”

Again, there was some silence while thoughts swam through my head.

Out of nowhere I asked, “Is he good?”

She said, “Yes, he’s really good. When you’re married to a prostitute it is a good idea to be fun and adventurous when it comes to sex.”

I asked her, “When was the last time you had sex with him?”

She said, “The day before you started at the bank. That was when he told me all about you. He was still talking about you while he was fucking me. I finally told him to close his eyes and imagine he was fucking you.”

Immediately I said, “You’re lying!”

She said, “I shit you not. It’s what happened.”

Silence again. Finally I said, “Please don’t tell him.”

She said, “I won’t”. I was quiet again and reconsidered.

I said, “No, I want you to tell him.”

She smiled and said, “I think that’s a good decision.”

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